15 comments/ 209129 views/ 52 favorites Manipulated By: e101beta A couple of months ago, my brother Matt and I were bored, so we decided to play cards. Well, at the end of the game, I didn't have the goods to pay up, so Matt offered me a way out of his debt. I followed him up to the room we share, and he started strokin his crotch. He told me that I was gonna jerk him off. "No fuckin way," I said. But he's the older brother, 19. I'm only 18, and kinda skinny compared to Matt. He was always in better shape than me, so I knew that he could make me do whatever he wanted. I can't believe he was making me do this. He was always such a perv. He had a raging hard-on inside his shorts, and he wanted me to take care of it. There was no escaping Matt when he wanted you to do something. He sat on the edge of the bed with his shirt off, his thin shorts tenting up. "There it is. Get to work" he said. I knelt in front of him and reached up and pulled his shorts off, leaving him only in his boxers. I took his stiff cock out through the opening in the front of his boxers and started stroking it. He got really hard and was moaning, telling me, "Keep it up, bro. You're doing good." He hooked a hand behind my neck, and said, "Suck my dick." His grip on me was tight, and I knew I wouldn't be able to escape. The only way to get out of this situation was to do as he wanted, so I moved forward and took his cock into my mouth. Matt was such a shit-face, making me suck him off like this. He pushed my head down onto his dick, which slid into my throat. I managed not to gag, but Matt grunted with pleasure. I continued to deep-throat him, hoping it would end my humiliation sooner. Slurping on my brother's dick, I didn't notice Dad had come in until he spoke up. He said something about his two boys sucking dick. I don't really know, because I was too freaked out. Caught sucking my brother's tool by my father! Shit, my life was over. But he just came over to us, squeezing his crotch. I could tell he had an erection, because it was outlined in his pants. He spoke up. "Looks like you're doing a good job, based on the way you make Matt moan. I'd like to know how good of a cocksucker you are first hand." Aw, shit, Dad was gonna make me suck his cock, too. I wanted to run away, but I knew it was useless. He told me to get at it, so I turned toward him, still on my knees, and pulled his pants and briefs down. His massive dick looked intimidating, half hard, and already bigger than my penis when it was fully erect. I grabbed the base and brought my head close. It smelled of musk and man-scent. I curled my nose as I opened wide and guided his meat in. I began to bob my head on Dad's shaft, but I couldn't take it all. It was just too big. My jaw was stretched to its limit, attempting to hold his growing tool without getting my teeth in the way. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, he withdrew from my sucking mouth. He told me to get naked and get down on all fours, and had Matt get behind me. I stripped down and got into position, trying to look back. I saw Dad pushing Matt's head down, into my ass. His face was mashed between my butt cheeks. Dad ordered, "Eat your brother's ass." What the hell did that mean? I soon found out, as Matt's tongue darted out, licking up and down my crack, with special attention to my puckered ass hole. I could feel my dick climbing to full attention as my brother's tongue slipped into my hole. He fucked my channel with his mouth muscle, to the encouragement of our dad. "That's it. Get it nice and wet." The feeling in my ass intensified and I couldn't stifle a moan of ecstasy. My boy-tool was stiff now, as Matt continued to lick and suck at my rear entrance. He reached between my legs and fondled my dick, enhancing the experience. It felt dirty, wrong somehow, that the hottest sex of my life was coming from my brother's face buried in my ass, at the command of our dad. There are so many things wrong with that. But things were about to get a whole lot worse. Dad pulled Matt off from between my cheeks, and stepped up behind me, stroking his massive meat. He knelt down, and I felt the tip of his dick touch my moistened sphincter. "Oh, god, no Dad. I can't take your dick. Don't fuck me!" I pleaded. But he grabbed my hips, preventing me from moving out of his reach. "Don't worry. Just relax and it'll be fine." He started pushing forward, pressure building at my ass entrance. I was horrified. "Ahh! No, don't!" I yelled, but he wouldn't listen. He told me it would be easier on me if I didn't resist, but how could I not? My dad was trying to take my anal cherry with his huge dick. A horrible pain shot from my hole as the head of his dick broke into my ass. He told me again to relax, and this time I listened. I couldn't take that pain, so I would play it his way. When he realized that I had given in, he said, "You can back yourself onto my dick at your own pace." I was breathing heavy, trying to keep up with the new mass in my ass, as I slowly pushed back onto Dad's cock. When my ass was not clenched in resistance, his dick came in much easier. But it still took a long time for me to complete his orders. I felt stretched to the breaking point, but the pain was minimal, and my rectum was getting used to Dad's sausage. Eventually, my butt was pressed against Dad's hips, and his monster dick was shoved all the way up my ass. He held it there, saying, "God damn, boy, your ass is tight." "Well your dick is fuckin huge!" I didn't mean to encourage him, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back, working his meat as far into me as it would go. "Ah, fuck!" I yelled. But I don't know if I was protesting or enjoying it. Dad slowly pulled out of me, almost all the way, leaving an empty feeling in my ass, then he moved back in. This back and forth motion quickened after a little while, and the realization hit me that I was being fucked by Dad. I clenched my teeth and scrunched my face, bearing down the pounding Dad was giving me. Matt moved himself under me, and craned his neck so he could take my dick in his mouth. The warm, wet muscles on my cock were turning me on, and soon, my tool was rock hard in my brother's mouth. "Aww, fuck. Shiit. Yeaaaahhh," I grunted and moaned. Matt was giving me great head. I could no longer hold up a wall against Dad's thick staff moving in my ass. With each thrust into my tight ass, he itched a little tickle that had just shown up deep in my hole. I found myself wanting more. I was actually falling back onto Dad's cock, his hips slapping loud against my butt. The whole room was turning me on. Dad and I were both grunting and moaning, and the musky smell of sweat was floating around. I was getting close to orgasm. Dad fucked me harder when my body went rigid. "Oh, god, yes. I'm gonna cum." I moaned. My cock spasmed in my brother's mouth, shooting my jizz down his throat. Dad slid his dick out of me and flipped me on my back. Him and Matt knelt over me and sprayed their cum all over my body. They had used me for sex, and now they used me for their cum rag. Matt's a horny fuck, and he really likes me to suck his cock, which I do often. Thankfully, Dad only fucks me about once a month. He says he wants my ass to stay tight. I can't say I would have chosen to be my family's sex slave, but there's just something about taking it from both ends that really gets me going. Manipulated I have agonised over what to call this and I could have called it a great many things but I think that the title really reflects what being a Cuckold is all about. Either others are seeking to manipulate you or your wife or you are trying to manipulate your wife or others. There are lots of 'Cuckold' sites out there all promising a lot and none delivering what they allegedly offer. The 'stories' lack reality and most of the Video's are commercially produced pap. I have decided after a lot of thought and discussion with the only couple of other cuckolds I have met that one of the thrills of being a Cuckold other than watching your wife getting it from other men is others knowing what you are doing. Now I am not talking about brazenly broadcasting the fact or being blatant about it, I am talking about a couple of people knowing what you are up to. We had moved house, having been very good friends with our neighbours Sally and Doug. We had lived next door to them for four and a half years before we moved to a quieter street. We kept in contact with Sally and Doug after we moved but over the next six months, the almost daily calls to Sally by Pippa, reduced to once or twice a week. We still moved in the same circles though and Pippa and Sally would often go shopping together, something I felt was never a good idea as they seemed to encourage other to spend money. A couple of comments were made in the following months that Sally had often been seen with another man, sometimes alone and sometimes with Doug. We spotted Sally once or twice as with this man and we began to wonder if they were having marital problems although on the occasions that we met up with them to go out together nothing seemed to be wrong, though the sightings of Sally and this man continued. One Saturday evening Pippa came back after a shopping trip with Sally to one of those huge Shopping places. She came in with a big grin on her face. I thought at first that she must have bought something seriously expensive. She avoided all my comments to get her to talk and then said she'd tell me later. When she eventually decided to speak up, She told me that the man was Sally's boyfriend', that Sally slept with her boyfriend with Doug watched them. It was later confirmed by Doug, that all the time we had been living next door to them, Sally had been entertaining lots of other men and Doug had been watched and filmed these encounters. Knowing what they were doing was, I'll use the word confusing, Pippa found the whole thing exiting, I was less sure of what to say to them or anyone else for that matter. I didn't mention the matter to Doug when we next saw them but Sally and Pippa were like two young schoolgirls whispering their secrets to each other. When we got back home and were going to bed, Pippa produced some Videotape's that Sally had given her. They were tapes of Sally being poked by her boyfriend with Doug's voice encouraging them. The tapes must have been made as a compilation as Sally was also recordings of Sally with other men as well. Doug could be heard on most of them and occasionally could be seen in a mirror, naked holding the camcorder in one hand and rubbing his cock with the other. We had some vigorous sex afterwards and looking back now I can see that Pippa was more turned on by it than I was, though seeing your friends wife being screwed whilst he's watching is one hell of a turn on. I wanted to return the tapes quietly when we next met up and pretend that we had never seen them but Sally insisted we keep them and even asked Doug if he had some more for us. I had assumed that this was something between the girls but it appeared that Doug knew we had them and was more than happy to have us watch them indeed I can see now that our knowing was exiting for him. Using their tapes to add some spice to our sex lives and their knowing we were watching their tapes was certainly a turn on. Pippa even went out and bought some sexy lingerie. Now I could/may have been content to leave it there. Pippa and I did discuss Sally and Doug's lifestyle but other than concluding that they were living the live they wanted to live I though that was it. Now we come to the manipulation, looking back, I can see that the situation and I were being manipulated. I came home Friday evening several months ago to find that Sally and a strange man were in our house chatting comfortably to Pippa. I excused myself, went upstairs and changed out of my work clothes and went back down and joined them. Pippa and Sally were both dressed up but the stranger was dressed comfortably/casually. I was not sure what was going on but joined in the conversation which was just general with the girls talking about there usual topics of clothing and shopping. I certainly didn't get any idea anything unusual was going on even when Sally asked me to help her make some tea in the kitchen. We just chatted away making the tea until Sally suddenly told me like a bolt out of the blue that the man with her was there to fuck Pippa in front of me while I watched. That caused my head to spin and I remember my stomach feeling a cross between a pit in it and someone hitting me in it. Sally made sure I didn't leave the room until she made it very clear that it was Pippa 's idea to do this and that if I created a fuss that I would mess everything up. I can't remember how much I had to restrain myself when we went back into the living room and saw Pippa kissing and cuddling this man with the front of her blouse wide open and his hands massaging her tits. Sally made me sit down near then but kept herself between me and them. I do remember that my mouth was so dry that I could hardly murmur. It got even dryer as the two of then writhed around with his and Pippa's clothes coming off one by one. Pippa was wearing a basque that she had bought and his taking it off was torture as he had to carefully undo the laces one by one. I tried to say something as he finally removed her knickers but my mouth was so dry I could just about croak and I could only stare when she pulled off his pants to reveal a huge cock. All of this time Sally had been saying things in my ear but I didn't hear her and I certainly have no memory of her holding a camcorder and recording Pippa being stripped. When Pippa knelt down in front of him only feet away from me and started sucking him, I felt me own cock straining against the front of my trousers. When Pippa started take more and more of his cock down her mouth, I felt as if I was going to come all over the place. Pippa had never taken me down and his cock was so big I couldn't understand how she could. She told me later that she had been practising for a long while so she could. The sucking seemed to go on and on though I that was probably just my personal perception of it. When it stopped, Pippa came over and told me that we were all going to our bedroom. He picked up Pippa and she directed him to the bedroom. I followed and watched him lay Pippa on the bed. It all seemed so unreal at the time. Pippa pulled the bedclothes off the bed while he collected my computer chair from the study. I sat down in the chair, I had to, I was feeling so light headed I would have fallen over. I can't say where Sally was but from the tape she made, she was in the room somewhere. He climbed on top of Pippa and she spread her legs wide and wrapped them round him as they started kissing and stroking each other again. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted to stop it but something just prevented me from doing anything. Whether I really wanted them to stop, I can't say. He was all over her, nibbling her ears, tits, legs, belly and her cunt. Pippa was really enjoying herself. The tape shows that at one point Pippa stopped and asked me if he could fuck her and told me she wanted him to fuck her whilst I was watching. I just don't remember that happening or my telling her that I wanted to watch her being taken by him. I just don't. I don't even remember saying that he should wear a condom and Pippa telling me that she wanted to feel him coming inside her and filling her belly. It happened because it's on the tape. I do remember all too clearly and too well, watching from only a couple of feet away as he knelt on the bed as Pippa lay flat on the bed. He put her legs around his waist and pulled her down the bed and up onto his lap so that his cock was rubbing against her cunt. I remember clearly his telling me to watch carefully as he entered her. He held onto her hips and moved them with his hands in a circular motion so that the tip of his cock rubbed against the opening of her virgina. As he did this I felt Sally undo my trousers, pull down my pants and release my cock. I will remember forever, Pippa telling me she wanted me to masturbate as he had her as I will the moment that the tip of his cock pushed against her cunt and how it seemed to open of its own accord to let him in. I remember every stroke as he pushed into her and how long it took before her cunt was stretched wide enough for him to enter her all the way. I remember the slurping sound his cock made as it pushed in and out of her and the sounds of his balls hitting her. I remember her telling him how much she wanted his cock to stretch her and how she wanted him to fuck her harder. I tried to restrain myself for the moment when he came inside her but her fucking went on and on so I my cock leaked fluid on several occasions, not come and Sally wiped it away. He was clearly very experienced with Cuckolding as when he was finally ready to finish her, he moved her onto her side facing me and lay behind her. He lifted her leg over his and then lined himself on her cunt. I cannot believe that I did as he suggested and held onto his cock and rubbed it against her dripping cunt and telling her that I wanted him to shoot his spunk into her belly but I did. I held it in one hand and stroked my own cock with the other with my face just inches away as he pushed it up into her. The moment which will never leave me is of her pushing down hard screaming how much she wanted it, as he pushed it up as hard as he could and filled her and as I came off knowing that I had just witnessed my wife being used by another man and that her cunt was now owned by another cock. I remember the feeling of ecstasy and well being as we lay there all worn out. Sally, made sure I was a going to be a good cuckold as she got the man to go down stairs and make some more tea. Then she produced something like cake tongs, which she used to open up and spread Pippa's hole so that I could see by the light of her torch, all of the cum that he had sprayed into Pippa. She then made me mount Pippa and slide my cock into her wet sum filled hole. It felt hot and very, very wet. My own cock slowly revived and inflated inside her but it felt so much looser and wider. I wanted to ride her so much as she lay beneath me cuddling me but I also wanted him to come back and enter and fill her again. Well the die was cast. He did come back and have her again twice and after each time, I slipped into her and felt my cock drowning in his cum. That first night I couldn't sleep with all the visions in my head but Pippa did, worn out by his big cock. Next day she was like a spring lamb. She was so up and also so attentive. She made sure that I was comfortable about what had happened and that I didn't feel betrayed or that I was being pushed out. Doug delivered the tape that Sally had made that evening. He had edited it and had done a very professional job. He even sat with us as we watched it. Since then I have watched on several occasions as Pippa has served herself up to other men whilst I play with myself, she likes to make sure I enjoy it as well. I have sometimes done this in the company of Sally or Doug and even a voyeur who likes to watch her getting done. Knowing that spunk other than my own is being put in her is one thing, knowing that others know this is happening is even better. PS. Sally's boyfriend has now moved into the Marital bed and Doug into the spare room. Pippa has even suggested that she find a boyfriend and we do the same so she can fulfil her marital obligations on his cock. Manipulated by Huge Cock Never ask your lover what or who they think about when you have sex, you don't want to know, trust me. Several months ago Michelle, my wife of six years, introduced herself to a new neighbor who invited us over for dinner a week or two later. Our new neighbors, Alicia and Michael, had been married for three years and recently moved to San Antonio after Alicia found a new project management job in the city. After dinner, Michael and I were relaxing in the game room while the girls cleaned the dishes. I guess we had finished off a couple of bottles of wine over dinner and I was a little tipsy when Alicia brought out the after dinner drinks. Alicia downed hers and immediately suggested we join her outside to try out their new hot tub. Alicia began undressing right in front of the three of us and as she slipped in the hot tub she began coaxing Michelle to do the same. Michelle looked at me, laughed and followed Alicia into the tub covering her breasts with her arm and without taking off her panties. Michael quickly stripped and slipped next to Alicia as I stood there holding my glass, not sure I was interested in getting naked with our new neighbors. After a few seconds of humiliation I put the glass down and took off my clothes, leaving on my white briefs ('ug, why didn't I wear boxers') as I slipped into the hot tub. The water felt good and with all of the alcohol in my system I was enjoying myself. Michelle began to fall asleep and we decided it was time to call it a night. Michelle and Alicia scurried into the house to dress leaving Michael and I to dress in the pool house. As I removed my wet briefs and dried off with a towel I had the strangest feeling Michael was looking at me. I turned and saw Michael's jaw open as he stared at my crotch. I quickly wrapped the towel around waist and gave him a quizzical look. Michael snapped out of it and said, "No offense, but you have the smallest cock I have ever seen!" It was hard not to take offense. I didn't really know what to say. I had assumed I was average in length, maybe four inches or so when I was erect. I tried to laugh it off, assuming it was the booze talking, "Perhaps it is the cold air giving me a little shrinkage." Michael couldn't let it go, "No, I am serious. Look at mine." He unwrapped his towel exposing his penis. It was really big. Maybe six inches and he wasn't erect. Feeling more and more uncomfortable I wanted to ignore his comments, but I couldn't. Again, I tried to diffuse, "Maybe it isn't that I am so small, but that you are so big? You are hung like a horse. How do you fit that thing inside of Alicia?" "Trust me, it fits just fine." Michael responded, "My question is whether or not Michelle can even feel you inside of her? Has she ever been with another man?" Michael was standing directly in front of me holding his penis in his hand. I think he was starting to get erect. At this point I was starting to get red in the face and said, "That is none of your business, why don't you put that thing up before you hurt someone." I wished I had thought of something better to say as I regretted saying what I did almost immediately. Surely Michael was only saying these things because he was drunk. I just wanted to get out of there. Michael smiled as his cock got bigger and bigger as he held it in his hand. I couldn't help but look at it grow, it really was massive. Michael, clearly drunk at this point said, "You know, Michelle might still be a virgin. I hope for your sake she didn't see this..." I didn't respond, instead choosing to escape as quickly as possible. Hopefully Michael was drunk enough that he wouldn't remember what he said the next day. Michelle and I walked across the street to our house and collapsed in bed before I had a chance to mention my exchange with Michael. The next week Michael was out watering his lawn as I returned from the gym. Michael waved and met me as I walked to the mailbox. He asked, "Did you mention our conversation to Michelle?" I knew exactly what conversation he was referring to and he knew it too. I hadn't brought it up partly because I forgot and partly because I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I responded, "Nope, have you?" Giving a nervous laugh after asking. Michael immediately denied saying anything to anyone. But continued, "Evidently Michelle might have seen a little more of me than she bargained for the other night. Yesterday she asked Alicia about 'size' asking if it mattered." Michael then explained that Michelle confided in Alicia that she had seen my cock and had a million questions about what sex with me was like. Evidently it upset Alicia and while she didn't show it to Michelle, she was pretty angry. She wanted me to tell you so that you could handle it. I asked, "Okay, so how do I handle it?" Michael pulled a paper from his pants and handed to me. I unfolded it and saw what looked like a 9-inch strap on penis. It was hollow allowing for a smaller penis to fit inside. I couldn't believe Michael handed the paper to me. I tried to say something, but began walking away without saying a word. Michael called out behind me, "Just give it a try, maybe she won't be so curious if you show her what it is like." I looked around to see if anyone had heard, but we seemed to be alone. I threw the paper into my dresser and forgot all about it. Of course the truth was never something that got in Michael's way. Michael HAD told Alicia about the size of my penis, he described me as microscopic. Ironically, Alicia was the one who was curious about the size of my penis. Jill, the block captain hosted a block party each year on the same night as her husband's birthday. It is a running joke that Sam, Jill's husband, still thinks it is his birthday party. Anyway, we usually have a good time. First, I ran into Michael who asked me if I had taken his advice. The whole conversation annoyed me and I took the first opportunity to escape, admitting nothing. After an hour of talking to Sam about his boat I went looking for Michelle, only to find her alone talking to Michael. Only recently did I learn what they were talking about. Evidently Michelle had NOT seen Michael's cock and the conversation Michael recounted between Alicia and Michelle was a complete fabrication. Michael then furthered the fiction by describing the incident in the pool house in his own twisted way. He explained how I had been staring at his penis as we dried off. He insisted that I wanted to know how something so big could fit inside of Alicia. He went on to suggest that I bet that it wouldn't fit inside of Michelle. Michael then claimed that I began to get erect staring at his penis talking about whether or not it would fit inside of Michelle. Michael explained to Michelle that it was then that he realized it was my fantasy to let another man, a man who was well endowed to fuck his wife. Michael explained that I would never admit it, but that I wanted her to sleep with him. He then went on to explains the virtues of making love to a man with a large cock as opposed to what she was used to. After she revealed to Michael that she was a virgin when she and I met he tried to convince her that she might still be a virgin. He then suggested that to prove it he would have me wear a strap on that was the same size as his cock. Michelle couldn't believe what he was saying, but it was too far fetched to be a complete fabrication. The conversation intrigued Michelle as much as it bothered her. The fact that Michelle HAD been a virgin when we met so there had always been some curiosity there. When Michael saw me he quickly said goodbye and turned the other way. When I asked Michelle, "What was that all about?" She said, "Oh nothing, just neighborhood gossip." Later in the evening I saw Alicia talking to Michelle and hoped that the topic wasn't about penis size and Michael. Ironically it was all about penis size, the size of my penis. Alicia who had just finished her fourth cocktail and was as drunk as usual, as delicately as one possibly can when they are three sheets to wind, asked Michelle what sex is like with a small penis. Alicia pressed, "Michael said it looked like the penis of a small boy. He also told me your husband likes to watch you with other normal sized men." Michelle was mortified. In a hushed voice Michelle countered, "That isn't true." Alicia leaned closely and said, "Michael said that your husband asked him if he would be willing to have sex with you while he watched." Michele started to get angry and explained, "He would have never suggested anything of the sort, you are drunk, leave me alone." After seeing Michelle talk to both Michael and Alicia I realized I had a problem. Maybe Michelle was intrigued by Michael's size. I found the page he had printed off the internet and ordered the strap on prosthetic. The next day Michael was raking leaves when I walked over to say hi. He told me that Alicia was pissed that Michelle was 'stalking' him at the party and that if I didn't do something Alicia was likely to explode. I told him I ordered the prosthetic and that I would try it the next week. That evening the phone rang and Michelle answered saying hello, but nothing else. She just listened. She was turned away from me, so she didn't notice I was watching her. Before she hung up she said, "Please don't call again." I asked her who it was after she hung up and she said, "I think it was one of the boys from down the street doing a prank call." I didn't put two and two together until much later. Evidently it was Michael confirming to Michelle that I had purchased the strap-on penis so that she could see what it was like to have his cock inside of her. He tried to convince her that I wanted her to make love to him, but that I knew she would never do it unless I could show her what she was missing. Michelle felt horrible for keeping Michael's conversations secret, but she knew they would only hurt me. I wished she had trusted me. Not realizing I was playing into Michael's plan, I planned the evening perfectly. I took Michelle to a very romantic dinner and gave her a necklace I was saving for her birthday. She was thrilled. We shared a bottle of champagne and after we got home I handed her a gift-wrapped box. She couldn't believe I had bought her something else. I could tell she was getting a little suspicious. The box contained a very sexy set of lingerie and while she was in the bathroom putting it on, I put on the strap-on. I had to use KY to slide my already erect penis inside of it, I was hard just thinking about fucking my wife with the strap on for some reason. I turned off the lights and waited in bed for her to emerge. Michelle looked amazing. She quickly climbed into bed and immediately realized something was up. She turned on the light on the nightstand and pulled down the covers to see. She was shocked, "What is that? What is this?" I lied, "I just wanted to try something new, do you mind?" She pushed, "Why are you doing this? Do you want me to sleep with other men? Do you want me to sleep with Michael?" "Of course not", I said. I didn't understand what she meant and tried to explain that I just wanted to try something new. I tried to diffuse the situation by kissing her. She kissed me back reluctantly. I kept pressing until she gave in, dropping the issue. I wanted to give her the experience she was so curious about and assumed that once it was out of her system she would leave Michael and Alicia alone. At least that was my plan. Michelle seemed to have warmed to the idea and grasped the strap on with both hands. She laughed out loud that she couldn't imagine how it was going to fit inside of her. She helped me lube it up with KY and made me promise to go slow. Then she said something that struck a cord, "Its like you are taking my virginity for a second time, be gentle." I slowly worked the massive strap on inside of Michelle. She was very wet, but it took a while for her tiny vagina to accept it. Michelle has always been a 'quiet' lover, but the extra size caused her to come out of her shell. She made so much noise I was wondering if Michael and Alicia would hear us. I was fucking my wife harder and faster than I can recall ever having done before, Michelle was enjoying it if her constant, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." comments were any indication. By the time Michelle was having her third orgasm her eyes were wide open as she revealed, "Oh my God this is amazing, please don't stop." For my part I wasn't have a problem, the strap on made it easy to hold out. I finally gave out from sheer exhaustion ten minutes later. As I collapsed she said, "I had no idea that sex could be like that, it was amazing." Michelle had clearly enjoyed the strap on. I then asked her if she was ready for round two, this time without the strap on. After putting on a condom (Michelle can't use birth control) I climbed on top of her, she was still wet. Her vagina was still stretched out from the strap on and she commented, "I can barely feel you inside of me." I lifted her legs to create more friction, but Michelle stayed perfectly quiet as I quickly fucked her loose pussy. Just before I came Michelle asked, "Are you still inside of me?" After I ejaculated Michelle asked if I would use the strap on again. I agreed and this time Michelle wanted to be on top. I put on the plastic penis, but my soft cock barely filled it, not that Michelle would know the difference. She held her breath as the strap on impaled her. She moaned as she moved up and down the shaft. Looking at me she coyly asked, "Did you see Michael's cock the other night? Is it really this big?" The questioned confirmed for me the fact that she had seen Michael's cock and that she had told Alicia. I responded, "I guess so." Rightly or wrongly my response somehow confirmed for Michelle that I wanted her to fuck Michael. She continued to move up and down the shaft as she had what seemed like another orgasm. Leaning forward as the orgasmic wave passed over her she breathlessly asked, "When you saw his cock did you think it would fit inside of me like this?" I was starting to get bothered by all of the talk about Michael. I responded, "No." Then she dropped the bomb, "Would you want to watch me have sex with another man?" Before I could respond, Michelle, feeling the wave of another orgasm, exclaimed, "I can't explain what it feels like. I feel so full, so satisfied. I wish you could do this without the strap on." Michelle arched her back and said as she started yet another orgasm, "We better stop using this or I won't be able to enjoy sex without it." Satisfied she climbed off of me. I was just about ready to ejaculate and asked if I could finish inside of her. She feigned exhaustion, but offered to give me a handjob. She propped her head up on her elbow and grasped my penis with her other hand. She stroked it quickly as she asked in quick succession, "It never seemed so small, until now. Were you embarrassed when Michael saw how small you were? Why did you get a hard on when you saw how big he was?" I was about to cum as she finished her last question and could only say, "I don't know..." Without realizing I had confirmed Michael's lie that I had been aroused when I saw his penis. My semen shot on my stomach and Michelle laughed and then patted my penis lightly as she turned saying, "My only question now is whether not you would be more turned on watching me get fucked or watching him fuck me." Her tone was somehow condescending. I didn't bother responding. I offered to use the strap on several more times over the next few weeks, but Michelle wasn't interested in it or sex for that matter. Again, I didn't learn about Michael's plan until much later. Evidently he called Michelle the day after I used the strap on and asked if she was still a virgin. Michelle had just experienced sex in a new way, but she had no one, no one but Michael to share it with. She couldn't talk about it with her friends so she began sharing her private thoughts with Michael as if she were that college freshman I first made love to in the dorm. She shared a secret with Michael that only the two of them could understand. She couldn't believe Michael was that big. Michael offered let her try the real thing, but she shut him down completely. There relationship was going to stay virtual she insisted. But that fact didn't stop Michelle from describing her orgasms in detail with Michael. He used these conversations to get closer and closer to my wife. Michelle still couldn't get a handle around the whole idea that Michael had picked out the strap on and that I obediently followed his orders and wore it. Before long Michelle realized Michael was seducing her and she decided not to let it work. Of course she kept talking to him, it was just too fun, too naughty to stop. Michael begged her to have me use the strap on again, night after night, but she refused. She refused for three weeks, until finally she asked me where the strap on was. I pulled it out and she began getting undressed and to my surprise SHE put it on. Over the past weeks Michael had called her almost daily, wearing her down. Michelle knew the phone calls were wrong, knew they couldn't lead anywhere good, but she kept answering and kept listening. She began almost looking forward to the calls, but she always made sure that she didn't want him to call; part of her hoping he would ignore her wishes. Michelle told Michael she wouldn't allow me to wear the strap on again, she wouldn't allow 'him' to invade her marriage again. But she kept taking his calls. Michael knew she wanted an excuse, a reason to have me wear it again and through his daily conversations he finally hit the right button when he suggested there was another reason I reacted to Michael's penis -- that I must be gay. Michelle couldn't stomach the idea that I might be gay. Michael told her to put on the strap on and see if I got aroused. If I did he told her to see if I would suck 'her' cock, if I did it was sure sign I was gay. Of course I didn't know any of this and all I saw was my wife standing across the room wearing nothing but the strap on I had impaled her with three weeks earlier. She hadn't shown the least bit interest in sex since then and I didn't want to do anything to ruin the moment. I began wondering what she was planning. Would I let her try anal sex? I didn't think it would be physically possible. Michelle put her hands on her hips and said, "Well, don't just stand there, get undressed." I giggled to myself at the sight of my wife ordering me around with a massive cock. I dropped my clothes and climbed on the bed. My penis was partially erect, but again I didn't realize anyone was keeping score or paying attention. Michelle told me to sit on the edge of the bed facing her and she put one hand on her prosthetic cock and asked, "Are you turned on? Do you want some of this?" I smiled and agreed on both counts, by this time I was fully erect. Michelle after noticing my erection asked in her sexiest voice, "Do I remind you of someone?" She stepped forward and pulled my head to her stomach, running her fingers through my hair asking, "Did you want to touch it? You can if you want to, no one will know." I grabbed the strap on with on hand and pulled it toward me, jerking her hips as I did. It was kind of sexy in a strange way. Michelle asked, "That's good. Tell me how you feel. Are you turned on?" Still not completely understanding what was going on I responded, "You are making me so hot, are you going to fuck me?" Michelle quizzed, "Is that what you wanted, you wanted to feel the cock inside of you? Why don't you suck it first?" I didn't really have any desire to suck her 'cock', but I didn't see any harm in indulging her fantasy or whatever this was. I leaned down and put her cock in my mouth and sucked on it. Manipulated by Huge Cock Then Michelle pulled my head down over the shaft of the cock until I almost gagged. I pushed back and she pulled and so I began giving her a blowjob. Michelle then asked, "Are you thinking about me or Michael right now?" With that I spit out the strap on and said, "Gross! You of course; you know how to kill the mood." She then said, "Do you want to feel what it feels like when Michael fucks you in the ass?" I slapped her and said, "This isn't funny at all." She refused Michael's demands for weeks, but now there seemed as if there was nothing to lose. Michael had her promise to let me fuck her with the strap on if I 'proved' to be gay. She had agreed and he also promised that if she kept her promise he would make love to her with the real thing the next day. It wasn't an offer or a question, but simply a statement of fact. By giving herself to the strap on, she would be giving herself Michael. For her part, Michelle didn't ask me to use the strap on that night. To start she was freaked out at the whole proposition that I might be attracted to Michael. Secondly, she couldn't simply give herself to another man, the vows we took meant more to her than a relationship based on a few weeks of phone calls. The next day Michael called and Michelle told him what happened. Michael held up the fact that I was turned on by sucking a penis proved at best that I was a bi-sexual pervert or a closet-bound homosexual. Either would be a deal breaker for Michelle who had no tolerance for alternative lifestyles. Several more weeks past and Michelle began to rely on her talks with Michael. They began to share much more than just sexual fantasies; they began to form a relationship. Michelle never told Michael, but she began to finger herself during their calls. She imagined letting him sleep with her as she gave herself emotionally to him. It had been more than two months since we had slept together and Michelle wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. Michael knew she wouldn't be able to resist, but he didn't say anything. Michelle told me she was in the mood and asked me if I would use the strap on again. I put it on and Michelle climbed on top of me. She began riding me slowly at first and then faster as she felt herself having an orgasm. Michelle asked me, "Did Michael tell you to get the strap on?" I started to lie when Michele said, "Don't lie to me, I know he did. Why did you want me to feel what it was like to have Michael's cock inside of me? You knew I would be thinking of him when you fucked me with it. It is like you are teasing me, temping me. You must want me to sleep with him don't you?" Her point was sound. Why was I doing this? I tried to explain; "...I thought if you got it out of your system you wouldn't be curious anymore." Michelle slowed her pace and said, "Curious? I wasn't curious until you fucked me with the strap on, before that I was completely clueless as to what I was missing. How do you know I won't want the real thing now that I know the difference." I tried to explain that I knew she would never cheat on me, but instead of saying anything Michelle leaned forward, closed her eyes and had her last orgasm. She climbed off of me and turned her back to me and fell asleep. I could barely sleep considering how much of a mess I made. The next day Michael called her before I got home and she revealed that I had fucked her with 'his' cock last night. After she told him it was as if she were holding her breath, waiting, wondering if he would remember his promise to make love to her. Neither one of them made a sound for at least twenty seconds until Michael finally said, "Are you sure you want this?" Michelle finally responded softly, "I can't." Michael understood and offered, "Do you want me to come over anyway?" Without delay Michelle said, "Yes." Michael rang the bell and Michelle let him in. She couldn't look him in the eye as he stepped in the door, but when he pulled her against his body they kissed awkwardly. Michelle could feel his cock pressing against her as it grew in his pants. She traced the outline of his penis with her fingers as she kissed him. Michelle's emotions washed over her body until she finally pushed him away. She explained that she just couldn't do it. She couldn't cheat on me. Michelle turned and sat down on the couch as she stared at the floor wondering how she was going to get out of this mess. Michael stood in front of her, his erect penis clearly visible through his pants. Michelle couldn't help but look at it. Michael then asked, "Since I am here, do you at least want to see it?" Michelle responded, "But afterward that you have to leave." Michael dropped his pants and stepped out of them as he lowered his briefs revealing his semi-erect penis. Michelle was completely hypnotized by the monster. It was every bit as big as the strap on, but somehow more impressive. Michael asked, "Well, what do you think?" Michelle offered, "It is bigger than I imagined. Will it fit inside of me?" Michael responded, "There is only one way to find out, don't you want to see?" Each second Michael held his penis it got bigger. Michelle could almost imagine the blood flowing from his heart, filling his massive organ as she watched. Between the natural growth of the penis and Michael moving closer to Michelle, his penis was just inches from her face. Michelle wanted to touch it, but didn't dare. Then she saw it, a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. It was turning into a larger and larger drop and without thinking; just before it landed on her couch she caught it with her hand. The pre-cum was hot and sticky between her fingers. Michael's penis was almost pulsing in front of her eyes. Michael whispered, "It's okay, you can touch it." Michelle quickly looked up at Michael who had a serious look on his face and then her gaze shifted back to the monster before her eyes. Michael moved slightly forward and to avoid having his penis hit her face she reached up and grabbed it with both hands. Michael stood still as Michelle's fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock. Michael let out a tiny moan as she took control. Michelle realized the affect her hands had on him. The feeling was electric. She wanted to suck on the tip, but she resisted the temptation. Instead she began squeezing him between her fingers causing him to exhale loudly. She was starting to enjoy the control she had over him and she began to run her hands up and down his shaft. Michael, "I thought we couldn't do this?" Without warning Michael reached down and held Michelle's head and pulled her toward him until she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She immediately began sucking him as she continued to rub his cock. Groaning as she tasted him, she knew she had to stop, but couldn't. Michael added, "Why don't you let me show you what you have been missing?" Michael let go of her head took her hand to help her off the couch. Michelle stood next to him, completely frazzled. Michael smiled as he led her to our bed and watched as she undressed. She handed him one of my condoms, Michelle couldn't use birth control due to a medical condition, but when he tried to roll it on it broke. She gave him another and it broke too. He was too big for my condoms. Michael pushed Michelle down on the bed and began kissing her. She tried to resist, but only slightly. Michael took his time, laying on top of Michelle he stared into her eyes as the tip of his penis pressed inside of her. He noticed when she grimaced and slowed his entry to allow her to expand to the appropriate size. Michelle would smile as the pain subsided and Michael knew he could continue. Michelle whispered, "This is so much better than the strap on." Once Michael was completely inside of her and began to make love to her he told her he was going to cum inside of her. Michelle responded, "I am not on the pill, you could get me pregnant." Michael said, "I think we should leave that in God's hands." With that Michelle wrapped her legs around him drawing him in more tightly. Fortunately, she thought to herself, she wasn't ovulating. Michael wasn't satisfied just fucking my wife, he wanted her to love him. To give herself to him completely and to do that she would have to reject me. Michelle writhing with pleasure as Michael brought her to orgasm after orgasm. As he did he asked her, "Has Michael ever been able to give you an orgasm?" Michelle had assumed she climaxed during sex with me, but after several orgasms with Michael she realized she had never actually had an orgasm in her life. Michelle, between thrusts, said, "No... I've never felt anything anywhere close to this." Michael continued to slam his cock into my wife as she continued to climax. Between thrusts he asked, "Do you ever think you could be satisfied by your husband again?" Michelle didn't answer. After and hour or so of on and off again intercourse Michael had kept his promise having ejaculated inside of her at least two or three times he told her that he wanted her to have sex with me when I got home. He wanted there to be no question who she wanted to be with. She begged him not to 'make' her do it, but his control was complete and she agreed. She was devastated, cheating wasn't something she was wired for. She was so confused. She blamed me. She blamed Michael. She blamed herself. When I got home she was still on the bed, naked with Michael's semen leaking out of her. Seeing me she ran to the bathroom, locked the door, showered and after an hour or so finally came out. I didn't have a clue what had just happened. The fact that she had just cheated on me didn't cross my mind, but I knew something was very wrong. Michelle wanted to make love. She wanted to make love with me and not the strap on. We began having sex, our normal sex. Michelle was quiet and it didn't take long for me to ejaculate. When it was over Michelle began crying again. I was starting to think she was seriously screwed up. Was this depression? I asked her if she wanted to see someone. She lashed out at me saying, "I don't think I am the one with a problem, you are the one with the problem!" It took an hour or so, but everything came out. The conversations with Michael; everything. Michelle cried when she realized that Michael had manipulated both of us. We forgave each other and vowed to make things work. I thought they did for a while. Michelle had stopped talking to Michael completely and it seemed like our lives were getting back to normal. Michelle and I had been talking about having a baby for quite a while and while it seemed like a bad idea to me, we decided it was time to start trying. Michelle and I tried for several months, but it didn't seem like our hearts were in it. Michelle wasn't getting pregnant and she was thinking about seeing a doctor. We were both still getting over the ordeal with Michael. I don't think Alicia ever found out about what happened and she and Michelle remained friends. Michelle had shared our troubles with her and as a result Michael. Alicia, for her part, wasn't able to have children and evidently this had been an issue for Michael. Michelle knew Alicia would tell Michael, what she didn't know was what Michael would do with the information. Two days later she had her answer. Michelle was ovulating and we were able to have sex when the phone rang. Michelle answered, it was Michael. She listened for a few seconds before telling him it was over, that he shouldn't call anymore. Another few seconds of silence from Michelle and then a "fine." Michelle slowly hung up the phone as if she were trying to find a way to get me to understand. As the phone hit the cradle she said, "That was Michael. He is coming over. He wants to talk. I need him to understand it is over." I argued, but Michelle insisted. She was going to end it once and for all. She implored me not to get involved, to stay in the room until she returned. No more than thirty minutes she promised and he would be gone. The door rang and Michelle kissed me on the cheek as she got up and closed our door behind her as she went to let Michael in. For my part I thought about going in there and giving him a piece of my mind, but Michelle had insisted. Getting involved further might make it worse. So I turned on the TV and tried to ignore the madness. Michelle opened the door and let Michael in. Michael smiled at Michelle and asked, "Why did you agree to let me come over? What did your husband say?" Michelle led him to the living room and said, "I thought you deserved to hear it in person, to hear that there is no 'us' and that I am happily married." Michael smiled coyly at Michelle and countered, "I don't think so, I have another theory, want to hear it?" Michelle shifted uncomfortably on the chair opposite from the couch where Michael sat. She answered, "Okay, what is it?" Michael stood up and asked, "Mind if I get a little more comfortable?" Without waiting for an answer he began unbuttoning his shirt and then his pants until he was completely naked. His penis was almost completely erect and it was clearly upsetting Michelle. Michelle begged him to stop undressing, at least until she saw his penis growing longer and fatter before her eyes. She thought to herself how huge it was, how good it felt inside of her. She wanted him inside of her and she knew he knew. Michael began slowly caressing his cock with his hand as he watched Michelle stare at it. He then said, "I think you told Alicia that your husband wasn't able to get you pregnant so that she would tell me. I think you thought I would make another pass at you. A pass you wouldn't be able to resist. I think you want me to make love to you. I think you want me to cum inside of you again. I think you want to carry my baby, something you know Alicia can't do. I think you want to take control of something in your life. Of course the irony is that your husband 'wants' you to sleep with me, he secretly wants to watch." Michelle looked down at her feet and began to cry. Michael told her to come to him. Obediently Michelle stood up and walked in front of him. Michael unfastened her nightgown and pulled down her panties. He slipped his finger in her vagina to see if she was wet, she was soaking wet. Feeling his finger inside of her she let out a yelp, a little louder than she intended. He then pulled her toward him, one leg on either side of him as he helped her position herself over his massive cock. Michelle began talking, talking fast. She was telling Michael that she couldn't, she couldn't do it. That this was a mistake. Michelle was holding herself up over his waiting cock. The tip would lightly brush against her vagina as she shifted her weight from leg to leg. Each time she felt his penis touch her she would shudder and let out a little moan of surrender. I thought I heard something and muted the television. I could hear Michelle's fast talking, not what she was saying, but there was panic in her voice. I opened the door and asked, "Michelle, is everything okay?" Michelle stopped when she heard my voice. Her body stopped at the same time and Michael pressed the tip of his penis against her vagina. Michelle felt the pressure of Michael's penis and opened her vagina slightly, her lips wrapping around his head as she did. The tip of Michael's penis was inside of her as she stared into his eyes and yelled back to me, "Everything is fine, give me a few more minutes, okay?" Michael took hold of Michelle's waist and began pulling her down. She closed her eyes as she felt him sliding deeper and deeper inside of her. I closed the door and listened as Michelle silently fucked him. Riding up and down on Michael's cock Michelle said, "if you cum inside of me I am almost positive you will get me pregnant." Michael asked, "Do you want to get pregnant? Michelle offered, "I don't know." Michael didn't take long to ejaculate inside of her and as soon as he did she jumped up and put on her nightgown and panties. She kissed him quickly and whispered to him that he had to leave. She pulled him to the door and instead of leaving he opened the door and slammed it shut, still inside. Michael handed Michelle a bag he had left at the door. Michelle opened it and gasped. Michael said, "Go to your husband and give him what he wants. He wants to watch, he deserves that much." Michelle took the bag and came back to our room and told me that she still had feelings for Michael, that she didn't want them to affect our relationship. That she didn't want to hurt me, but that she couldn't get him out of her head. I couldn't believe it. She then said, "I want you to wear the strap on again." Confused, upset and freaked out I put on the strap on and sat in the chair Michelle sat at the foot of the bed. Michelle then put a blindfold on me, a ball-gag, and padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Michelle left me there for what seemed like fifteen minutes, an eternity when you are bound and gagged. Then she removed the blindfold. She was wearing the negligee I bought for her the first time I used the strap on. She bent down to remove the strap on, I was completely soft after waiting for her so long. And then I saw him, Michael was behind her on the bed. I tried to scream and fought the restraints but it was no use. I couldn't get more than a sound out and my arms and legs were completely secure. Michelle turned to Michael in a panic as I fought. Michael calmed her down, his hands on her shoulders saying, "Its okay, he has to fight, it is part of the fantasy." He then began to kiss her and she kissed him back. Michelle would look back at me periodically to see if I was enjoying it. I wasn't. Michelle began to suck on Michael's cock, which immediately began to get hard. Watching her put his penis in her mouth was terribly erotic. In no time I was fully erect, something Michael was quick to point out to Michelle as he whispered, "See, he is really getting off on this." With both of them facing me, Michael pushed Michelle down on all fours and began fucking her doggy-style. Michelle could see the pre-cum on my penis and assumed I was enjoying watching Michael fuck her. She had never felt Michael from behind and began yelling out in a combination of pain and pleasure. Michael was smiling ear to ear as he fucked my wife right in front of me. Michelle collapsed after Michael had cum inside of her for the second time that night, a fact that did not go unnoticed by me. Michelle laid with Michael almost as if I wasn't there and asked him if she should free my hands. Michael asked, "Did he suck the strap on when you offered it to him?" Michelle reluctantly nodded in agreement. Michael then sat on the edge of the bed, Michelle sitting on her knees, leaning on his shoulder looking at me as if I was some sort of science experiment. Michael noted that I was no longer erect. Michelle suggested that she could help me get off, but Michael offered that maybe that wasn't what I wanted. Without warning Michael grasped my penis in his hand. When I was flaccid it fit completely inside of his grip. Michelle gasped and said, "What are you doing?" Michael said, "Just watch, if I am right you will understand." I couldn't help it, but my penis was getting harder by the second. The fact that I was fighting it only made it worse. Michelle's face was completely red by the time I was fully erect, still inside of Michael's hand. Michael began jerking me off, faster and faster, saying, "I think he wants me to do this." While he was giving me a handjob, Michelle began rubbing Michael's cock until he was hard. She rubbed him faster and faster until he was about to cum. Just before Michael was about to cum he stood up and took over for her. The tip of his massive cock was just an inch or two from my face as he stroked it. He told Michelle to unfasten the ball gag and as she did he pushed the tip of his cock, almost as big as the ball gag, into my mouth. Manipulated by Huge Cock Michelle couldn't believe it. She shrieked, "Is he sucking it?" Michael then ejaculated inside of my mouth causing me to gag. When Michael was done, he pulled out and I sat there in a daze, not believing what had just happened. Michelle then pointed out the fact that at some point during this ordeal I had ejaculated. Before I had a chance to say anything Michael quickly replaced the ball gag and found the blindfold and put it back on. More than ten minutes passed until Michelle came back, alone, and removed the restraints and asked me in a matter of fact way, "So, how was that?" I got up, packed a suitcase and left the house. I was mortified beyond words... Manipulated Continued Thank you for those that wrote making pleasant comments for my submission a while ago. I ignored those that were less pleasant and downright offensive. If you having nothing good to say, keep it to yourself. Thank you. Now one or two did question the comment I made about Sally's boyfriend moving in and suggest that it was fiction. When the 'Credit Crunch' first started and it was clear that things were going from bad to worse, Doug took up the opportunity of taking a course to update his skills. The course was a residential course over several weeks. Sally's have made flippant comments apparently that she might let her boyfriend move in, without really intending that he do so. According to Doug, he did stay some nights when Sally was feeling a bit lonely and then after one stay, he just continued to stay. As their house is on the Highroad and most people there take no notice of anyone else, I doubt that anyone noticed anything. When we lived next door to them, we seldom spoke to anyone else in the road other than them. I hardly ever knew if our neighbour on the other side was ever there. Doug enjoyed the fact that Sally was living with her boyfriend whilst he was away but the fantasy and the reality of her boyfriend sharing the marital bed didn't last more than a couple of days after Doug's return. Sally found that her boyfriend was fun as a sexual partner but not someone she liked to live with, do their washing ironing etc. I think Doug hoped that it would last a bit longer in a way. Now for those that might have assumed that one the first 'event' took place that we would be doing it ever night with a new man sticking his cock up Pippa whilst I watched, I am sorry to disappoint you. Whilst the thought was there, we did nothing for several months, contenting ourselves with discussing what had happened and sometimes watching the tape that Sally made and Doug had edited. When we did eventually decide between us to do it again, our first attempt to find someone else to join in, were such a disaster that we nearly stopped. Can I say that men sending pictures of their asset and nothing else are a sure-fired 'fail' as are nasty comments of what they would like to do. 90% of the replies we had were instant fails with the people either being big headed so called studs or men who were seeking sexual gratification with someone else's wife as they couldn't get a woman of their own. The remainder were fairly disappointing. I did speak to a couple of them on the phone and even met up with two of them. The first clearly wasn't going to work out and although the second was a likely and really fancied having a crack at Pippa when I showed her photos of her, we never heard from him again. We had decided that we were not going to be involved with the same people as Doug and Sally for various reasons even though that could have easily resulted in our finding someone. My hope and possibly Pippa's was that we would find someone who would be a regular. Not someone every week or even month perhaps but when we/they wanted to. Our lives were full of the usual issues anyway of making a living, decorating, holiday, relatives etc so nothing more happened for quite a while and the idea of sharing was put on the back burner. After seeing a program about Swingers on the T.V. we decided to have another try and this time we found someone who visited the town from time to time on business. That worked out for a while but as his visits to the town were infrequent, three visits in eight months, we looked around again and found another man from a town just over 25 miles away. He introduced us to his elderly friend (our voyeur). He watches with me sometimes and he also does some of the filming. So far our 'interest' has involved a total of 8 men in just over four years. A few of them of only visited once and the others except two were only occasional visitors. We only occasionally indulge ourselves and sometimes many months have passed without any visitors. We have learnt some interesting things about ourselves. Pippa for instance has learnt that she is more interested in the chase and the prospect of sex and the foreplay. She enjoys it when we are talking to other men even in an ordinary social way and thinking that she may be having sex with them whilst I watch. She likes being felt up, cuddling and kissing them in front of me. She also prefers sex with them in our own bed rather than a hotel or their bed and likes me to strip and present her to him for him to use for his pleasure as she puts it. We both agree that no condoms are used and that she takes it properly. Obviously, we have concerns regarding STD's but at the same time we don't want to be visiting clinics for checks after every meeting. Pippa says that she feels safe when I am there and would not do it if I wasn't. She also likes to watch me watching her. I enjoy it best when she is enjoying herself and being enjoyed. I like it especially when they are kissing and petting beforehand. Those sex videos you can buy are all too clinical, planned and put on and nothing like two people really doing it. When she is going to suck them we like them to kneel above her head and feed their cock into her mouth as she lies on the bed. That way, I get to see them feed their cock down her throat and see her lick the pre-cum as it leaks out. Also, she can be manoeuvre herself to the edge of the bed so that her head hang down over the edge and they can push their cock down her throat which she finds easier than if she tried to take them down, kneeling down. She doesn't always manage to get them all the way down as sometimes she either starts to gag or sometime she starts to have a coughing fit but we both really like it when she does. She likes it as it makes her feel dirty, possessed, owned and at their mercy. She likes the feel of it in her throat and says that it always seems to grow bigger and can feel it throb just before they cum. I like the cute way her toes always curl as they slip down her throat and to see her head looking out from between their legs. Although she likes to take them down, in this position when she does manage to get them down they do usually go all the way down and their ball sack covers her nose. This can make her feel a bit panicky and I am sure she wouldn't do it if I were not there to make sure that they withdraw as soon as she shows any sign of distress. It's also uncomfortable for the men. Because of the height of the bed, you have to kneel on the floor and it hurts your knees. It would be nice to have something like those adjustable height trolleys you see in hospitals. Would they miss one? It would be a bit unusual to find one in a bedroom though. If we have some stay for the weekend then Pippa usually does not dress for the entire weekend. As our house is a quiet area and not overlooked this is fine as she is not likely to be seen. When we are watching the television in the evening she usually lies on the settee with her head in his lap and her cock in her mouth. She'll do this for most of the evening. When we eventually decide to start a family, we have agreed that all this will stop and remain a nice memory until the kids have grown up, at which time, we'll see. We both take the view that our life is as ordinary as anyone else's just that we indulge and live our fantasy. I do find it interesting that women first of all talk more about sex with each other and are far more descriptive about sex than men and at the same time hold wholly contradictory views about it. A group of women at a party were discussing the fact that a couple wanted children but 'he' was unable to provide and that a neighbour/friend had obliged them. Draft not bottled if you understand. They seemed to accept this as acceptable. I am sure that if we had told them what we do, they would have been disgusted. I wonder if the 'he' involved watched or how long and how many times, it took for the neighbour/friend to fix her? Before we quit, I would like Pippa to have the benefit of a larger than average cock, though she is not keen and I would like to watch her being 'roast' by two men rather than taking part myself. I have written and re-written this a couple of times and I hope that what I have decided to leave in is of interest. Pippa has said that I should have come up with a better pseudonym as she doesn't like the name. Manipulated Destiny Heartfelt thanks to my beta-reader for your assistance. The young strawberry-blonde med student shut the door behind her and leant against it with a sigh. "Goddamn what a day." Closing her eyes, she thought about how glad she was to finally be home. Her nose caught the scent of something delicious coming from the kitchen. She ran a small hand through her golden locks, set her black leather briefcase down, and discarded her hunter green zippered hoodie in the closet. The brown leather DocMaertens ankle boots were kicked off next onto the closet floor. Wiggling her toes as she stepped onto the carpeting, she took a few seconds to stretch her whole body before heading to where the wonderful aromas were coming from. In the kitchen, sea green eyes noticed the stock pot on the stove, steam trying to desperately escape from it making the lid rattle every now and then. The sweet smell from the oven alerted her to the fact that it held a dessert of some kind in there. Looking at the table settings, the young blonde wondered what her mate was up to. Suddenly a pair of long arms snaked their way around her waist from behind. The body leant forward and a head ducked down as a pair of lips tenderly caressed her cheek and then her ear. "Hey sexy, I'm glad you're home," the contralto voice whispered. The short medical student leaned into the body holding her firmly from behind, reveling in the pleasure of being "home". She turned her face to be met with the luscious lips that were just caressing her skin. The kiss was gentle and heartwarming. When it ended, she looked into ocean blues eyes that captivated her each and every time. The smile that graced her lover's face was intoxicating. "Is there something special going on that, I stupidly, don't know about?" She asked with the hope that she was wrong. Miss blue eyes stood up to her full stature as raven eyebrows rose on her forehead. "Your sister and her husband are coming over for dinner and a movie, and I agreed to cook since I had a short shift today. You don't remember?" Small hands reached rubbed at her temples, trying to understand how she could forget that was happening tonight. Racking her brain to even recall when this agreement between them took place was futile. Her head hurt from the stress of doing rounds earlier today and needing to finish her thesis this weekend. Finally she said, "Damn. I...I'm sorry my head's a mess. Ugh." She buried her face into her tall lover's chest. Enjoying the feel of the strong beat of her heart and the warmth that radiated safety. "It's been such a hell of a week and I've got these reports to finish writing, not to mention my thesis and I just completely forgot. Damn. Damn. Damn. I hate when I forget." Del held the woman she loved as she tenderly ran long fingers through the long strawberry blonde locks. Hooking a finger under her lover's chin, she gazed into those beautiful forest green eyes and said, "Well, would you prefer to head out to the library? I can spend the time with your sister and brother. Or knowing that it's Friday night, you've got all day tomorrow and Sunday to finish what you need to. I'll even make sure not to bother you." The blonde smiled knowing her lover was right. She would begin tackling the papers tomorrow morning, but tonight was for them to be together with family. ********** Skyler wrapped her arms around her small frame tight as she watched the surf pound against the boulders in the early morning hours. The spray of the salt water matched the quiet tears trickling down her face. Wiping at her cheeks with the back of a hand; she ran a shaky hand through her shaggy blonde locks and took a deep breath. She looked at the photo one more time. Fingertips gently caressed the image of the tall brunette sporting a goofy grin as a hand comes towards the camera to snatch it away. It's been ten years. Ten long fucking years and I still feel like it happened yesterday. Skyler wiped at her face again, and shoved the photo in the pocket of her dark gray sweatpants. Turning up the volume of her MP3 player, she resumed her jog down the boardwalk. She already knew it was not going to be a good day. ********** Hanging the keys on the hook near the door, the tall woman tossed her coat onto the chair. Black DocMaertens boots were kicked off to the underside of the same chair, giving freedom to sock laden feet that padded into the kitchen. She stretched tired and aching muscles from the long day, and tossed the half sheet of notebook paper she found taped to her door into the trash. The words, "Don't forget movie night", were scrawled across it. Inside the fridge, the goat milk was pulled out and chugged straight from the carton. Devyn lived in a small one bedroom apt that was perfect for her. It was only a few blocks away from work, which allotted her the opportunity to walk every day. In fact, she spent most of her time walking the streets of the city by her lonesome. She preferred it that way because she believed it was not worth it to have friends, and get close to people, only to have them disappear or worse be taken from her. In fact there were only two people that Devyn could consider friends, but even then she kept them at a distance. She just couldn't let that pain take her again. Out of these two friends, one of them was at a shorter arm's length than the other. She hadn't noticed the difference beforehand until it dawned on her they were spending more and more time together. There was nothing wrong with her friend Hannah, she was actually a nice young woman, shy, many times naïve as hell but nice. Maybe that's why Devyn felt a need to protect her. Hannah lived in the apartment across the hall, and it was one fateful day in winter when she saw the quiet woman hobbling on crutches and trying to carry a sack full of clothes down the hall to the laundry room. Hannah lost her balance and had fallen, and Devyn immediately came to the rescue. Travis, on the other hand, was just a laid back kind of guy who enjoyed drinking quality beers from around the world, and therefore he was a great beer buddy. He worked with Devyn, and he always did good to make her laugh; especially on the days she felt the worst. Making her way to the couch, she decided to put her feet up and close her eyes for a few minutes before heading across to Hannah's in an hour. She knew the woman would have a spread of junk food laid out for them like she did each week on movie night. It was her turn though to bring the ice cream. She made a mental note to grab it, and began to doze. "Good afternoon Ms. Wright," the agent stated as he walked up and shook her hand. "My name is Anthony Buckland." "Nice to meet you," the tall brunette responded. "This is my spouse..." The agent looked at them with a frown before she finished. "Your spouse?" he queried before she finished. A jet black eyebrow rose in challenge to his tone and obvious disdain for the two of them. Clearing his throat and squaring his shoulder, Agent Buckland knew he had to remain professional regardless of his viewpoints. He reached out and shook the other woman's hand. "Hello miss." He momentarily reviewed the file in his other hand, and then said, "I'm sorry, what is your involvement here?" Auburn eyebrows shot up under her bangs. "I'm not directly involved. I just want to know what's going on and what we need to do to get this over with." The tall raven haired woman could tell by his body language that he was apparently uncomfortable with the both of them. "Excuse me, but this is my wife and she has every right to be here. My attempt to assist the FBI in bringing down a drug warlord involves my life and well-being and therefore it affects her too." The agent cleared his throat again and flipped through the file without a word. Taking a deep breath, he looked up and said with the most fake smile imaginable, "Okay, so tell me what you witnessed on Saturday..." Devyn was jostled from her dream by the shrill sound of her cell phone. She sighed as she glanced at the caller id. "Yeah, what's the story?" she asked the caller nonchalantly. Running a hand through her jet black shoulder length tresses, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Yeah sure, I'll work a double shift tomorrow. I've got nothing better to do." Tapping the screen to end the call, she quickly got up and grabbed the ice cream from the freezer along with the Magic Shell chocolate sauce. She twirled the bottle in her hand as she thought about the dream. Why does my brain keep going back to that? God I fucking hate dreaming about any of it. She looked at the bottle, a sad smirk turned up the corners of her mouth as she remembered something else. "Honey, where is the Magic Shell?" "In the cabinet next to the sink, bottom shelf, right hand side." The tall brunette sauntered into the kitchen and circled her lover's waist from behind. "Mmm, I see you found it. Are you sharing?" "What if I don't want to? "That would be so sad," came the reply as she nuzzled her lover's neck. Soon she was nibbling and licking the sensitive area, eliciting a delightful moan from the shorter woman. "Well, maybe I will share if I can get more of your mouth." "Hmm, anytime love, anytime." Devyn wiped the single tear that spilled down her cheek. Stamping her emotions down, she grabbed the necessary items and headed out to Hannah's place. ************ The bright orange sun beautifully illuminated the small seacoast town of Portsmouth, NH. Skyler was busy with patients all day. It was a welcomed relief because it kept her mind away from the memory of this day so many years ago. It was bad enough that she had that photo in her pocket this morning. Now she needed to just focus in the reality of the present and maybe, just maybe she'll make it without falling apart. She stepped out of exam room four, and over to the small laptop at the nurse practitioners' counter. Entering her security code, the screen pulled up the patient she just saw. She typed in a few remarks and the prescriptions administered before looking at the board to find who her next patient would be. She was surprised to find no one scheduled for the next hour so she figured it would be a good time to have lunch. Just as she was about to walk away, she heard her name. "Dr. Catherwood, I have a phone message for you." "Thank you Laura." Skyler glanced at the piece of paper, and proceeded to her office. Picking up the phone, she dialed a familiar number and waited. "Hey Jocie it seems like I am free. You want to meet at Carrigan's?" ******************* Devyn thumbed through the book she was currently reading as she scooped up the last spoonful of macaroni and cheese from her bowl. A knock on the door pulled her out of it. Opening the door, she wasn't surprised to see Hannah standing there. The shorter mousey neighbor appeared nervous from the apparent fidgeting of her hands. "Hey, something wrong?" "Oh Dev, I'm so nervous," came the response as she stepped inside the apartment. The tall brunette rolled blue eyes. "Alright, well if this is going to get you so upset then don't do it." "No...no, I'm not upset. I want to do this, I'm just worried that she won't like me. I mean, yeah we met at that Con a year ago, but we hung out with a group of other Con folks. So what if I don't like her? You know on a one on one basis? Oh god, what if this is a big mistake?" Kim removed her glasses to rub at her eyes and try to calm herself. Devyn deposited her lunch dishes into the dishwasher and then sat back down to pull on her boots. "Well, let's see," the tall woman began calmly, "you chat almost daily online and that's been going on since before that Con you went to so you're already friends." "I know, I know but.....well people tend to have a different online persona than the one they have in real life." "Yes, I'm aware of that, but at least you've had this ongoing communication with her for a couple of years, and you did catch a glimpse of her personality in person already. It's not like the two of you are professing marriage, right? So either you take this opportunity to really hang out with her or you don't." Devyn checked that she had everything she needed before leaving. "I just need to know if you are still going through with this and if you need me." Brown eyes widened, "Oh yes I do need you. There is no way I'm flying to the east coast to some strange town alone. You're my enforcer." Devyn chuckled. "Okay then. I work a double today, so I'll be in late. But don't worry, I'm packed and ready to go." "Oh, you're going to be so exhausted." "It's okay, I'll sleep on the flight," she commented with a smile. That way I won't have to think....and then I won't have to remember. ****************** It was late when the short blonde finally entered her kitchen. She set the tea kettle on the stove, and began perusing the cabinet for which tea she was in the mood for. Her cell phone suddenly chimed. Looking at the screen, she rolled her eyes with a smile. "Hey Joss, what's up?" "I'm just checking on you. How about we get together for a movie?" "Hun, I'm exhausted. I've suffered through a business meeting at the women's shelter, and getting bogged down with paperwork at the clinic. I just want to go to sleep." "I understand....I just thought it would be a good idea..." "I know, Joss, I know. But tonight I think I'll be fine. I'm so sleepy, I'm not sure I'll make it through my tea. My mind has been very occupied today. I'll be fine." "Okay...well if you're sure. You know you can call me anytime and I'll be right there, okay?" "Yes, I know. Tonight I believe I'll make it through. Thanks for your concern. Night." Skyler put a spoonful of agave nectar in the steaming mug and headed upstairs to her room. Changing into a comfortable pair of soft cotton pajamas, she climbed in bed, picked up the copy of the New England Journal of Medicine on the nightstand, and searched for the article she had wanted to read a couple of days ago. About half way through, eyelids began to feel like sandbags. Determined to finish the article, she stubbornly continued in vain. An arm came up to lie across her waist as a body began to snuggle up to her. With tea mug in hand, Skyler looked down and smiled. She set the mug on the nightstand and slid further down on the bed so that she was face to face with the beautiful Grecian features of her lover. Leaning forward, she lightly kissed the inviting lips. "I love you," Skyler whispered ever so softly. Azure blue eyes slowly fluttered opened. A smile graced the dark haired woman's features causing Skyler to smile even wider. "Why are you still awake?" she softly asked in a sleepy voice. "I was just catching up on a few articles," Skyler responded. "Is that all you think about?" the raven haired woman playfully questioned. The blonde chuckled lightly. "Can you guess what I'm thinking now?" Blue eyes closed momentarily as a smile graced the sculptured cheeks. She slowly moved forward, placing gentle kisses on the front of Skyler's neck and clavicle. "You're thinking....what I'm thinking," she casually stated as her hand slid over the curve of Skyler's tantalizing hips. The long cotton pajama shirt had been languidly pushed up for long fingers to touch heated skin. Skyler chuckled again. "Is that so? You seem so sure." An inky black eyebrow rose up in challenge. Desirous cobalt blue eyes penetrated Skyler's being. "Tell me I'm wrong," the raven haired woman softly stated as her thumb lightly brushed across an already attentive nipple causing Skyler to moan. Sea green eyes gazed at her lover. She knew she was had and she actually loved it. "I love you." "I love you too......forever and ever, even after I'm gone." Skyler snapped to attention, and frowned at hearing those words. "What?" She looked at her lover confusedly. "Remember I'll always love you honey.....even when I'm gone....even in death." The blonde jerked awake in a panic. She looked briefly around the dimly lit room. The magazine laid in her lap and the untouched mug of tea sat on the night stand. Tears began to spill from jade green eyes which quickly turned into racking sobs that Skyler tried to stifle. "I hate remembering," she choked out. "I hate it!" She screamed out, and then laid on her side, curled up into a ball trying to calm herself. "Why couldn't I die too? Why?!?!" These were the nights that Skyler's buried memories would re-surface into the waking nightmares of the accident. These were the times she tossed and turned, begging for the memories to be less painful. ******************* The two friends finally settled in at the small hotel Hannah booked for them in Porstmouth. Devyn laid on the bed with hands behind her head as she stared up at the ceiling. Something feels weird about being here, and I'm not sure why. Hmm, something is just odd. It's like a string is tugging on my heart about this place. Maybe I'm just sensing Hannah's nervousness paired with the uncomfortable flight and having worked a double shift today. A small knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. Hannah poked her head in through the doorway which connected their rooms. "Hey, you about ready to leave?" "Anxious, huh?" Devyn playfully responded as she got up. "Well, I just wanted...." Hannah re-adjusted her glasses once again. "Yeah, I guess." "Don't worry too much," the tall brunette stated as she placed an arm around her friend and they walked out. ****************** It was just after 8pm when Devyn and Hanna pulled into a parking spot near the restaurant. Hannah blew out a long held in sigh. "I know you're nervous, but I believe you'll be fine," Devyn casually stated. "What if I'm not good enough?" Hannah hesitantly whispered. "Hey now, what kind of thinking is that?!" "I wasn't good enough for you," she added almost inaudibly. Raven eyebrows shot up at this confession, and ocean blue eyes looked upon her friend of four years. "Hannah, you knew from the beginning that I couldn't be in a relationship. I made that very clear up front. It had nothing to do with who you are. I just couldn't bring myself..." "I know." A small hand reached out, squeezing her friend's arm in support. "You still hurt. I know," she stated softly. "Sometimes it still hurts me when I feel so lonely and wish I had someone. Dev, being a computer geek and gamer is not easy. You were the hottest thing I encountered in real life and you lived across the hall from me." Kim brushed an errant tear as she remembered the day Devyn turned her down. Devyn's fingers gently reached out to turn Kim's face to look at her. "If I had been able to move on with my life, I would have asked you out and not brought you here to possibly connect with the woman of your dreams. I'm sorry I just couldn't move forward. Even when I tried a one night stand....gods. You remember how horrible that turned out?" "Oh god yeah, that poor woman." "Yeah, I still feel bad about that." Devyn chuckled. "Well you're still the hottest thing around." "Thanks. You're pretty swell yourself, and this new friend is going to be at a great loss if she doesn't see that." "Thanks Dev." She breathed another sigh, and then said, "Well, I guess this is it." As they entered the restaurant, they were each escorted to separate tables situated where they could still see one another. They had agreed to meet in the bathroom before dessert so Devyn could get a heads up as to how things were going and whether she could go on her own. Hannah and Jocie met, ate, and talked and laughed for hours like a pair of high school friends at a reunion. Devyn was grateful she brought a book to read. Mid way through their evening, Hannah confessed that because of her shyness and extreme nervousness for their first, she brought a friend with her, and pointed to the woman sitting at the nearby table. Manipulated Destiny Jocie found it hilarious but understood none the less. After introductions, the three sat for a few minutes drinking coffee before Devyn excused herself to leave the new friends to continue with their night. When they were alone again, Jocie commented on Devyn's melancholy soul and said she had a friend just like that. **************** Devyn leisurely walked down the street in the cool autumn air, enjoying the serenity of the breeze on this quiet moonlit night. Each shop she passed was already closed with darkened storefronts. A few joggers ran along with a pleasant nod of acknowledgement, and an older couple greeted her kindly with a 'good evening' while walking their Golden Labrador Retriever. Seems this place thrives on small businesses, well at least this neighborhood. I wonder if it's really like this in the whole town? So different from Chicago's nightlife. But it's really nice here. Peaceful. With the hard bound book tucked under her arm, hands slid inside her jeans pockets, and she breathed in the pleasant salty air.   Skyler finally finished the last of her reports. With a heavy sigh, she glanced at the time and rubbed her tired eyes. She shut down the computer and packed her belongings. Making sure the alarm was set and the door locked, she exited the clinic on weary feet. In the parking lot, she took a moment to look up at the stars that were beginning to announce themselves brightly above, and deeply breathed in the refreshing air. Thinking about what she might want for a late dinner she slid into the yellow Jeep Wrangler and pulled out.   The tall raven haired figure just rounded the corner, spotting the red tail lights of a Jeep as it began to turn onto the street, away from her. A strange feeling filled her being, making the fine downy soft hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She stopped suddenly, looking around to see if she could pinpoint what caused this reaction. Releasing a long steady sigh, she brushed a large hand through inky black tresses. I feel like I should know something. There's barely anyone around and yet I feel... Oh hell, I must be going insane. Shaking her head as if to clear it, she decided to just return to the hotel and go to bed. As she turned around, she noticed the front of the clinic for the first time. Hmm, the architecture in this town is beautiful. ************** As the morning sun filtered through the window, Hannah heard a tapping at her door. With a grumble and a 'yeah', Devyn waltzed in. "Just checking to see how you're doing." "Yeah I'm fine. Got in at 5:30 this morning." Devyn raised an eyebrow, playfully saying, "Well, well, well, it must have been fun." A giddy grin spread from ear to ear. "Yeah lot's of fun talking, laughing and just getting to know one another. She's really awesome." "That's wonderful to hear. I'll let you get some sleep then and you can tell me all about it later. I figured I would hang out at the ocean front and maybe check out a few of the shops. I won't need the car." As she pulled the door closed behind her, Hannah yelled, "Hey wait! There's a birthday party today around four o'clock for Jocie's friend and she invited you. Please come with me? You know I get really shy around groups. All her friends are probably going to think I'm real special in the head." Devyn chuckled. "I thought you were always special in the head," she added with a hint of sarcasm. "Thanks pal, and I thought you were my friend." "Anytime. I'll meet you back here for your party, okay?" Devyn winked and disappeared behind the door. ************** A good portion of the day, she spent it walking the coast and viewing the light house, enjoying the little local shops, and letting the salt water wash over her feet. The dark haired woman patted her stomach reminiscing over the scrumptious whole crab she ate for lunch. The chef surely outdid himself with preparation and presentation. She knew she could really get into eating seafood regularly and wondered if she would actually be able to live in little town like this.   "Have you ever thought about living somewhere else than here?" her young blonde lover asked as they laid on the couch curled up around one another. "Hmm, I guess I really haven't. Why? Do you want to move after graduation?" A large hand softly slipped beneath the hem of the smaller woman's T-shirt, lightly caressing the soft skin at the small of her back. The blonde snuggled closer, enjoying the feel of those fingers on her skin. "I was just wondering where I'd like to be when I have my practice, and curious to know if you'd object to moving." A heartfelt kiss was bestowed upon the blonde crown. "I will follow you anywhere in this world. My home is where you are." Another kiss, this time on her lover's forehead, she whispered, "Unless you wish me away, in your heart is where I will stay." Sea green eyes looked up, staring into ocean blue orbs. "Always the verbal romantic. I love you so much." The memory left Devyn melancholy as she stared out at the ocean waters from the dock. She wondered what terrible wrong she had done that she had to karmatically pay for with the loss of her love. She knew her thoughts were not rational, but she couldn't escape from the pain in her heart.   Skyler stopped near the pier, in order to pick up the cake she had ordered a week ago from the best little baker she knew and frequented often. The owner had always been so nice to her and a true baker's touch. Skyler stepped up onto the board walk from 5th street and straight into the bakery. "Good afternoon, Ms. Warlington. I've come for my order." "Oh Skyler, yes dear of course!" exclaimed the older woman happily. Tucking a gray lock of hair back into her bun, she turned to her assistant and said, "Jessica, please get Miss Catherwood's cake." "How are things going today?" The short blonde asked. "Oh it's been eventful. Busy as usual."   Devyn took a look at the digital clock on her cell phone. It was almost time for to get back to shower for the party. Leisurely strolling along, she noticed the little bakery at the end of the row of shops had a very tempting window display of pastries, pies and cakes. A particular sign in the window, which caught her attention, advertised the pie of the week. "Peach season is over. Come get your peach pie while they last." She peered into the window to survey the scrumptious goods. It had been quite a long time since she ate a homemade pie, so she decided to check it out. A child's voice made her abruptly turn around. "My ball!" the small boy yelled as he ran down the board walk, chasing after a blue marbled ball which attempted to escape his possession. He must have been four years old, and Devyn's protective nature instinctively kicked in as her long legs sprinted towards the ball and brought it to a stop with her foot. She proceeded to bounce it on said foot and then up to a knee where she gave it a few more tosses upward before catching it between her hands. The little freckle faced red-headed lad stopped abruptly in front of her. Huge green eyes looked at her in awe. As he caught his breath he proceeded to say, "Wow you know how to do tricks with my ball." She looked at him in joyous surprise as she did not expect him to be such an articulate little man. Crouching down to his level, the bakery stood behind her as she held it out to him. "You've got a fun ball there. Wouldn't want you to lose it." "Thank you," the boy stated as he took his prized possession. "Thank you for saving it from getting lost." At that moment, the boy's mother came running up. "Oh my god, Justin," she said panting, "Please don't ever run off like that again." Trying to catch her breath, she continued, "We talked about you not running off like that honey." "Sorry mommy," he said with a pout. "I was scared for my ball, but it was saved. See?!"   Skyler walked out of the bakery, happy as can be because the cake looked amazing and she knew it was going to be delicious. She quickly headed back to her car, knowing she was running out of time, and had two more stops to make.   "Thank you for stepping in and preventing him from getting away further," the young mother said gratefully. "You seemed rather proficient with the ball. Do you play soccer?" "I used to back when I was in college but that was a long time ago," Devyn said standing to her full height once again. "Well from the looks of it, seems like you still play. Thank you again." "You're welcome." Devyn said with a smile, and a quick look at the time. "You two have a good day." She said with a wave as she jogged off to the hotel. *************** The party was well under way with the folks who had already arrived at Jocie's house. Many of them came early hoping to get the inside scoop of how things were going with her new girlfriend. "Guys, we've only been on one date, but you all already have her pegged as my girlfriend," Jocie commented as she surveyed the selection of alcohol on the counter next to the fridge. "Yeah but you two hit if off well, right?" asked Marilyn as she poured herself a glass of Riesling. "Yes we did," Jocie answered with tell-tale smirk. "She has a great laugh, and we talked about everything under the sun." The auburn haired woman leaned against the kitchen counter, and poured herself a fruity Chardonnay. "Mm hmm, and have the two of you done the dirty tango yet?" Ben chimed as he sat at the kitchen table dramatically crossing his legs and arms and blinking so innocently. "It's not all about sex, Ben," Jocie retorted. Brown eyes widened. "Uh, it is for us fags, hun. He needs to know how to suck it like a Hoover and fuck it like the Energizer Bunny if he wants to keep my attention." He said with a flamboyant laugh and a snap of his fingers for an added effect. "Oh come off it, harlot. Everyone knows you really want a long term relationship with someone who will cuddle, cry, and laugh with you." Jocie commented. "Quit ruining my wet dreams, bitch." He retorted with tongue stuck out for emphasis. Suddenly they all heard the doorbell. "I'll get it," Ben hollered in a sing-song voice on his way out the kitchen. Opening the door he welcomed three more people, including his BFF Ricardo. "Smooches darlings," he threw out in the air for all of them. When he began to close the door, it abruptly came to a halt. "What the hell?" he claimed as he pulled it back open. A tall stoic woman dressed all in black with a traditional leather biker jacket held the door firmly with a large hand. The steely gaze of azure eyes stood out against the raven hair that fell around her face. Ben had to tear his eyes away when the timid voice of a shorter sweet looking girl in glasses just behind the Sasquatch said, "Hi, I'm Hannah. This is my friend Devyn. We're at the correct house, right? Jocie Stevenson?" Looking back to the taller woman, and then at Hannah again, he said, "Uhh sure hun, you and you're friend, Amazon warrior princess, come right in." "It's Devyn. Her name is Devyn," Hannah answered absently with a giggle. Devyn's six foot frame towered over the five foot, four flamboyant man. Without a sound, she walked past, and he failed to notice the barely visible mischievous smirk across her face. Ben fanned himself and couldn't resist saying, "Oh Daddy, spank me." Devyn chuckled silently without turning back. Jocie came in from the kitchen, surveying who arrived. "Great just about everyone is here, including our wonderful birthday girl," she commented as she gave a gentle squeeze to Marilyn's shoulder. She spotted the face that piqued her interest immediately, and stepped up for a greeting. "Hey Hannah." A wide grin graced her features as she watched the young woman smile in return. "Hey," Hannah responded as they held hands for a minute. Hazel eyes looked up at the tall silent figure. "Thanks for coming out Devyn. It's going to be a blast tonight. These clowns, I adore as friends usually are a riot." "Well thanks for the invite." In the back of her mind, Jocie couldn't shake off the feeling that she had seen Devyn somewhere before, but couldn't figure out where. Everyone was introduced and various conversations began as they all got comfortable and picked at the available finger foods set out on the dining room table. Devyn knew she was going to feel awkward amongst all of these strangers, and it also didn't help that she had allowed herself to become so socially inept over the past years. Feeling a little out of place listening to Marilyn, Jocie and Hannah talk so animatedly about the next Comic Con, she decided to go into the kitchen for another glass of iced tea. Devyn looked out the sliding glass doors into the yard, debating on whether she should stick around or go on one of her routine solitary walks. Even though everyone there was friendly and kind, she still felt like she didn't belong. It was difficult to relax and just enjoy being with people who wanted to get to know her. She felt as if she lost a part of her very soul ever since she lost her love. Devyn's jaw tightened as she berated herself over the onslaught of thoughts about the past. Fucking get a hold of yourself. This is not the time or place to be emotional. She knew she had to stop the rise of emotions or quickly get away.   "Hey where the hell is Skyler?" Marilyn finally asked as she tried some of Jocie's famous artichoke dip. "Isn't she like an hour late?" "You know, I have no idea but she is responsible for bringing the cake," the blonde answered. "I'll give her a call." At that moment, the front door swung open. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry guys," Skyler declared. "Hey." Everyone greeted almost in unison. "Well finally girlfriend," Marilyn said, and then added sarcastically, "It's hard to have a birthday party without a cake." "I had problems with a late walk-in at the clinic. I really didn't think it was going to take long, but I'm here already." Skyler ranted. "Just put the cake on the table there and get yourself something to drink and join us." Jocie stated. "Here hun, let me get that for you," Ben added taking the large box from Skyler.   Devyn finally conceded to at least spend some time in the yard to be alone and gather her thoughts. It's not like anyone is going to miss me. With her drink in hand, she grabbed the handle to the sliding glass door, but then suddenly caught the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled abruptly. Not really wanting to turn around to engage in pointless conversation with anyone, she was about to continue outside, but something pressed on her very being to not move. It was as if she had been rooted to the spot. Trying to shake off the strange feeling, she willed herself to move but didn't understand why she couldn't. Skyler wasn't surprised to find someone in the room. Looking at the backside of the tall body with the broad shoulders momentarily reminded her of someone from long ago. She grabbed a cup, quickly surveying the selection of liquids, but a part of her couldn't stop looking at the silent individual in the doorway. I should at least say hi. There is no way this person didn't hear me come in. Though I wonder why she? He? Is just standing there without at least turning around. "Hi there, are you Hannah's friend?" That voice! Why is that voice so familiar? Devyn's head spun with a bombardment of dizzying thoughts. "I'm the doofus who was supposed to be here hours ago with the cake and help decorate, but work got the better of me." No, no , no! It can't be. I'm just hearing things. It was the same soft sultry yet angelic voice that haunted her dreams. Could it be possible for someone else to have that voice? Am I going insane? As her mind flooded with images, memories, and conversations, she slowly turned around to face the ghost of her nightmares. "So what's your name? My name's S...." Frightened azure colored eyes locked onto emerald green ones. Skyler gasped in horror, quickly covering her mouth with both hands to keep from screaming. Devyn's mouth fell open in disbelief, and her heart threatened to pound right out of her chest. She could not utter a syllable. She didn't know what to think or do when there before her stood a vision she never thought she'd behold again. Noticing immediately that the blood had completely drained from the blonde's face, she dared not breathe as she attempted to quickly reach out to her before the woman fainted. It all happened so fast, in such slow motion before their very eyes. Skyler could hear her heart hammering loudly as all of the air was sucked out of her. Jade green orbs beheld the love of her life and a scream erupted inside her head, begging for the nightmare to cease. Then everything went black. Devyn tried her damnedest to take a step forward as she witnessed the blonde's arm attempt to brace the counter to keep the owner's body upright, but it collided with a couple of the liquor bottles sending them to the floor in a crash. Devyn's hands missed grabbing the shorter woman as her own knees gave out, and they both went down. Everyone heard the shatter, and they all rushed into the kitchen. Jocie, Hannah, Ben, and Marilyn looked at one another for a moment before returning their bewildered gazes to the couple on the floor. The sight seemed strange and so tender at the same time. Devyn was on her knees cradling an unconscious Skyler in her arms. Shards of glass and liquid surrounded them. Devyn lovingly gazed at the face she remembered so well. The strawberry blonde hair was much lighter in color now and shorter too. The shaggy locks framed the facial features beautifully. She wiped at the tears which spilled down her cheeks with the back of a hand before softly caressing the cheeks before her. Confused forest green eyes slowly fluttered open. Seeing the face of her haunting dreams watching her, tears immediately sprang forth. "Oh god no," Skyler choked out. "Go away. Please go away." She shut her eyes, willing herself to awaken from this nightmare as she mumbled incoherently. Devyn held back a sob as the pain of those words struck her hard. "Wake up. This is not real. Wake the fuck up already." Skyler continued to repeat to herself, louder this time. It finally dawned on Jocie why Skyler was reacting like this. She sees her lost love in Devyn's face. Can it be that she resembles the woman so accurately? Even I was trying to figure out why she seemed familiar. It's like she's a doppelganger. Jocie crouched down in front of them and grabbed Skyler's chin. "Hun, open your eyes. Come on Skyler. You're not dreaming." Watching the green eyes look right into her hazel brown orbs, she repeated, "This is not a dream." Skyler looked at her best friend, and a sigh of relief washed over her. "Oh Joss, it was..." From the corner of her eye she noticed the figure on the other side of her. Looking at that ghost of a face leaning back against the cabinets watching her quietly, she turned back to Jocie fearfully pleading, "Gods Joss, please..." "Hun, you're not dreaming. I swear. You're awake. We're all right here. I'll prove it." Right at that moment she pinched Skyler's leg real hard. "Ow!! Fuck!" Skyler yelled and immediately sat upright, punching Jocie in the shoulder. "Damn, I should've expected that," Jocie commented as she winced while rubbing the affected area. Skyler wiped her face and looked around at everyone, recalling now that they were all at Joss' house to celebrate Marilyn's birthday. Her eyes fell last on the figure sitting against her. Filled with fear, she tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she tentatively and nervously placed a hand on the raven haired woman's chest. A large hand came to gently rest on top of the smaller one, and as blue and green eyes connected, there was no stopping the new wave of tears for either of them. Manipulated Destiny Why is Devyn so emotional about this? Joss thought with knitted brows. Ben suddenly piped in, "Okay everyone there's nothing else to see here. Let's get back to celebrating a birthday." He began ushering people back into the living room. "Come on now, we've got presents to open." He turned back to see Jocie and Hannah standing over the silent couple. "Come on girls, we'll clean this all up in a little bit. Let's give these two some time to sort things out." Jocie quickly asked her best friend, just to be sure, "Do you need some help?" The blonde shook her head no, and glancing at Joss one more time, she said, "I'm alright." Feeling torn between wanting to ask a hundred questions to understand what the hell was happening, even though she already had her suspicions, and at the same time not wanting to sound like a doting mother, Jocie finally took Hannah's hand to walk away. As they exited, Jocie quickly looked back at the two women. It was very clear the intensity in the room could be cut with a knife. "Skyler, if you need anything, let me know," she firmly said, and saw the back of the strawberry blonde head nod silently. Alone once again, the two women stared at one another for a few moments before Devyn found her voice. "Do you really want me to go away?" she gently inquired. Skyler choked back another sob. "Never," she answered almost inaudibly. "I just thought....I was dreaming again." "They told me you were dead," Devyn choked out in a whisper. Confused emerald green eyes didn't know how to answer. She stared into the pain-filled blue orbs trying to grasp what was just said. "I.....what do you...." Skyler then noticed the large bloody palm as the raven haired woman wiped at her face with the back of the hand. "You're bleeding." Immediately her brain shifted to that of the physician. "We have to get that rinsed off and see if there's any glass embedded." Blue eyes met green once more in a silence so deep that Skyler struggled to pull away in order to tend to the wound. They carefully stood while trying to assist one another. Devyn worked at rinsing off her hand at the sink while Skyler checked the drawers. "I know she has a thorough first aid kit in here," the shorter woman absently commented. "Ah, here we go." Devyn tried with all her might to hold back the damn of emotions that threatened to crash around her but it was proving to be a losing battle with her mind racing at top speed with so many questions. Skyler could sense the internal struggle of the woman next her as she too had so much going through her mind. Standing directly under the light fixture above the sink, she concentrated on removing the two pieces of glass she had found. Grateful that the cuts weren't deep, there was only one she assessed should have a butterfly strip. Gently wiping the area with an iodine pad, she then applied the bandage. Noticing an all too familiar scar near her patient's thumb, she was unable to resist brushing her fingers over it, resulting in her damn of emotion crashing down. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, and it wasn't long before strong arms pulled her into an embrace she had missed so much. Face buried against the tall woman's chest, Skyler held on for dear life. Both women allowed one another the vulnerability knowing that they were currently in the safest place they could possibly be ---- within one another's arms. The release of ten years of grief became a whirlwind around them. Neither of them knew how many minutes had passed until finally Skyler dared to speak. "I don't understand. There are a million questions begging to be answered," she softly commented as she wiped at her face with the back of a sleeve. "I agree, and I hope there are answers to each one." Devyn leaned back against the counter trying to regain her composure. "Would you go for a walk with me?" she softly asked. Skyler tucked a lock of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear just like Devyn always remembered it. She thought for a moment, debating on whether to abandon the party or not, but looking at the woman she held so dearly to her heart, there was no doubt she would follow her so she automatically nodded her consent. "We should clean up first in here though. I would hate to leave this for Jocie." "Okay." They worked together at sweeping the broken glass and wiping up the spilled alcohol with a couple of kitchen towels Devyn found in a drawer. Once done, they quietly slipped out the back door after Skyler left a message on the dry erase board attached to the front of the fridge. Walking casually down the street, each of them wondered how to start the conversation. The taller woman habitually stuck her large hands in her pocket. "So your name is Skyler now?" "Yeah." "It suits you beautifully." She let out a sigh trying to calm herself. "Mine is Devyn." "Hmm, I really like it. So much better than Delia which had more of a feminine touch anyways. You know that's why I always called you Del." She brushed a small hand through her hair feeling at a loss and full of questions at the same time. "So where have you been living?" "Chicago." "Really?! I would not have figured Chicago would be somewhere you'd want to be." "It's where the Feds sent me. I was so emotionally distraught that I didn't care what happened to me or where I was. I just wanted to die." Skyler's eyebrows wrinkled in thought. "Why would each of us be told the other was dead?" They stopped and stared at one another before Skyler said, "Maybe we should start from the beginning. Somehow we should be able to put the pieces together. Devyn nodded in agreement. The small blonde thought for a moment as the breeze blew. "Would you be opposed to coming over to my place for our conversation?" "I will follow you anywhere," Devyn whispered sincerely. Darkened forest green eyes shot the tall brunette a look of surprise and recognition. Amber eyebrows drew together, remembering the last time she heard those words, and it tugged at a painful part of her heart. "Yes," she hesitantly began, "I....remember." ******************* They sat at the kitchen table sharing a pot of jasmine tea. Each of them was somewhat reluctant to talk in detail about what happened on that fateful day. They were afraid of re-hashing the emotions of the turmoil which both of them had bottled up in different ways. Finally Skyler softly said, "Well, I guess I'll start this and we'll fill in the blanks from there." "Okay," Devyn whispered in response. "Two agents had come to our place to take me to a safe house. They explained that they were going to pick you up once the bust had been made at your workplace. I had been assured that you were in safe hands with the other agents undercover in the building and surround area." Skyler ran fingers through her shaggy blonde locks and sighed as her mind traveled to that awful day. "We were almost at this safe house location when we all heard over the CB radio that there was a massive explosion at the pharmaceutical building which resulted in casualties. I was in a complete panic and pleaded with them to find out if you were okay. They got me into the safe house and promised that I would get further news as soon as they returned." Skyler wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of a hand. "I waited, six hours I waited for someone to finally come back. Agent Buckland is the one who sat me down and explained that you were caught in the explosion along with one other agent and that neither of you survived." She dabbed at her eyes with her shirt sleeve. "My whole world fell apart Devyn. I was told you were gone and that our townhouse had been set ablaze. Mr. Buckland tried to reassure me how lucky I was to now be in witness protection, that I had to start a new life. I wasn't even given the opportunity to contact my parents or my sister." She choked back the sob that threatened to undo her. Devyn reached across the table and held the blonde's hands within her own. "Within a couple of hours, I was shipped here with a portion of money to last me a few months and a small apartment on the west side of town right next to the university. They got me enrolled to finish my schooling and I don't even know how I did it. I was numb. Absolutely numb. I had no one and nothing to live for. I wept daily when I wasn't in class or on rounds. I became clinically depressed, even suicidal at some point because I just couldn't cope with how it all happened." The tears fell freely and heavily now. Devyn wept for her love and all of the agony each of them had gone through alone. Sometime before graduating, I met Jocie who was a complete lifesaver for me. Without her emotional and mental support, I surely would have taken my life." Devyn scooted her chair closer and held the woman she loved until the tears began to calm. "When I woke up in ICU, over a week had passed. Aunt Cathy was there by my bedside. The first thing I needed to know was where you were. She put off telling me for a little while because the drugs they had me on kept knocking me out. After a couple of days I begged her to please explain what the hell was going on. She told me about our home being destroyed in the fire. Just when she was going to continue, Agent Buckland walked into the room. He took a seat and calmly explained how the agents who were supposed to bring you to the safe house got there too late --- how the fire was out of control. He even handed me a newspaper clipping of the incident stating who was injured and who died in the fire. He said he was sorry that they couldn't get to you." Devyn held the smaller woman tighter as she felt Skyler's arms clutch her about the waist. "I was devastated to say the least. I wreaked havoc with all of the medical staff at the hospital as I proceeded to repeatedly pull out the IVs, unhook myself from the machines --- I was not in my right mind. I just needed to die. They had to literally restrain me to the bed. Aunt Cathy visited me daily and wept. She couldn't get me to talk. After a couple of weeks Buckland returned stating that I would be sent to Chicago to start a new life. That was also the last day I ever saw Aunt Cathy. She kissed me on the cheek and pleaded with tears in her eyes for me to not give up on life. A couple of years later, I received a letter from the FBI that Aunt Cathy passed away." "Oh Devyn this is so awful," Skyler stated through choking sobs. "In a similar way of what Jocie did for you is what Hannah has done for me. She was a life saver, and she put up with so much of my hard, cold anger." "I'm glad they were there for us." ************* Devyn exited the bathroom after washing her face with cold water. Recounting what each of them had experienced so long ago was emotionally nerve-wracking. She took a deep breath as she returned to the kitchen to find Skyler filling their cups with fresh tea. She noticed how the blonde's hands slightly shook as she held the Asian teapot, and how those beautiful eyes were still red and swollen just like her own. "So are....well are you....involved with anyone?" Devyn hesitantly asked. Skyler momentarily stared at the dark wood grain of the table. "No," Skyler softly stated. "I've tried dating, but the very few dates I had ended right after the first meeting. I would find myself sitting there listening to the person and in the back of my mind I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to be there and be able to reach out and hold your hand and laugh with you." Skyler explained as she wiped an errant tear from her cheek. "Jocie even tried after expressing great interest in me. She was so patient for six months. In that time it was just....chaste kisses and cuddling but every time I closed my eyes, I would see you and crave to feel you, but it wasn't you so I'd withdraw deeper within myself." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "I realized then that what I truly needed and was comfortable giving ran more along the lines of a close sibling relationship. I am still very grateful that Joss and I could be such good friends --- actually she's my best friend. And now I am happy that she seems to have found someone." "Yeah, Hannah is sure a character. " Devyn reached across the small kitchen table once again with open palms faced up, hoping her silent request would be accepted. Skyler looked at the beautiful hands that she adored, and took them within her own. "And are you seeing anyone?" she quietly asked. "I couldn't, though Hannah was smitten with me for a while. After finally talking about how I was literally incapable of it, we were able to grow as friends. I spent my time closed and cut off from everyone around. I didn't even form friendships with people for the first couple of years. If it wasn't for Hannah's persistence, I'd be a hermit." Devyn glanced at their joined hands, enjoying the warmth and tenderness between them. Taking a deep breath, she blinked back the tears that threatened to spill yet again, and said, "The day I found out I had lost you....my heart died with you.....because it's always been in your care." Interlacing their fingers with one another, Skyler brought the hands to her lips and kissed them tenderly. She got up, easily coaxing her companion to follow suit. Automatically, they stepped into one another's arms --- arms that they longed for --- arms that were a serene sanctuary for each of them. Suddenly the chime of Skyler's cell phone broke the tranquility. Trying to ignore it, both of them were grateful when it finally stopped, but it wasn't long before it started again. Having to break their contact, the blonde answered it without even looking at the caller ID. "Hello!" she exclaimed in aggravation. "Hey........umm it's Joss, I just wanted to check on you hun. Everything okay?" Skyler felt a tinge of guilt for sounding so harsh because she knew her best friend was just looking out for her. She silently let out a slow, steady sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose between tired eyes. "Sorry. Yes I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?" "Cause you left the party with a stranger and without a word to anyone except a written note that I found an hour later," Jocie harshly stated. "Thank you for your concern but I didn't leave with a stranger." She commented as she bit her lip, and gave a sly smile to Devyn. Small fingers tugged on the front of the black buttoned shirt to bring her love closer so she could lean her head against the warm, solid chest. "Huh? Skyler, hun, we should talk about this. Are you at home?" "Hey it's all fine. I'll explain it all to you tomorrow. Well technically it's already tomorrow, but you know what I mean. Oh and tell Hannah that Devyn is just fine so she doesn't need to call next. I'll talk with you later, okay?" She pressed the end button without even waiting for a response and then powered off her phone. Devyn fished in her jeans pocket to silence her own phone before a call could interrupt them again. Skyler didn't want to leave the loving embrace that surrounded her. Inhaling the familiar scent of the tall woman's body that she had missed so much, she quietly asked, "Do you remember my favorite song?" With a slight chuckle, Devyn softly said, "Of course." "Would you sing it for me? Please?" Skyler asked as she snuggled further into Devyn's chest. "Anything you wish," came the reply as Devyn held her love tighter. Clearing her throat, she softly hummed to make sure she got the correct tune, and then the words gracefully flowed from her lips. They swayed tenderly in one another's arms. When the last lyric spilled from her throat, Devyn realized just how exhausted the shorter blonde was. She felt the grip around her waist begin to slip, and so Devyn thought it would be a good idea for them to hit the sack. She gently led her love upstairs to where she hoped she would locate the bedroom without a problem. The good doctor was gently led to sit on the bed while her boots were lovingly removed. "Don't leave me," Skyler softly stated with such emotion that it tugged at Devyn's heart. "Not ever again..." "Never my love. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere but into this bed with you --- and sleep in each other's arms." Without much thought, they assisted each other with the removal of jeans and shirts. Skyler managed to pull on an oversized T-shirt. When she glanced at Devyn clad in cotton knit boxers and her undershirt, she asked, "Do you want something different to wear?" "No, I'm fine." They climbed under the covers, and held one another firmly out of fear the other would vanish. Arms and legs wrapped around each other's bodies contentedly as they drifted off peacefully. ********** The cool autumn breeze softly blew amidst the bright yellow sun above. On the bed, a small figure snuggled closer to the warmth beneath her. She inhaled the long ago familiar fragrance as her mind slowly awakened to happy memories of her lover. "I've missed you so much," she whispered. "Missed being able to do this." Her hands brushed against the soft cotton as arms squeezed around her subject. Amber eyebrows furrowed as something seemed odd, and suddenly her mind jostled further over the realization. Sea green eyes jerked open, looking at the oversized body pillow between her arms. Thoughts rushed through her mind, trying to comprehend the events in the last several hours. "No," she choked forcibly through a clenched jaw. "It was so real. She was right here." She looked around for any spot of evidence. "I spoke with her. It was real...." She burst aloud. "Wasn't it?!?" Hot frantic tears fell down her cheeks, and she felt robbed. The sobs that choked her came out in wave after emotional wave. The bedroom door was carefully pushed open as Devyn walked in with two steaming mugs of coffee. "Oh shit," Devyn commented with distraught upon witnessing Skyler's distress. "What's going on?" she questioned in exasperation. "What happened?" She set down the mugs quickly on the nightstand as she knelt on the bed. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Skyler as the younger woman buried her face in the crook of Devyn's neck. Long fingers brushed through blonde locks with a love that went beyond time. Skyler tried to calm her rage and utter fear. As her breathing slowed, she began to say, "I thought....I was dreaming again, but then I wasn't.....and I swear I was wrapped around you." Skyler struggled with the words, her mind remembering the shock and realization of the pillow beneath her instead of her love. "You were gone and I thought....that somehow.....I conjured you up returning to me. Oh it was so awful..." she trailed off. Devyn mentally kicked herself for having gotten up so quietly, but she just didn't want to wake Skyler when she seemed to sleep so peacefully and beautifully. "I am so sorry that I disappeared like that," she softly stated. "I needed to use the bathroom and I placed our clothes in the wash, and just figured I'd surprise you with coffee." The love behind those azure blue eyes made Skyler's heart swell. She wiped at her face for the twelfth time. "I'm sorry, I guess I was just being stupid." "No don't say that." Devyn softly responded as she brought her companion's hand up to place a tender kiss on the palm. Reaching over to the nightstand, she handed Skyler a mug of caffeine, and watched Skyler take a couple of sips. "Wow you remembered how I like it." Running a small hand through her short locks, she breathed out a sigh. Devyn grabbed the other mug and sat with one leg outstretched on the bed while the other foot was on the floor as she faced the small blonde, who was now between her legs. "What are we going to do with our lives now?" she abruptly questioned. Jade green eyes stared into the almost empty mug, contemplating what was said. "Well when is your return flight scheduled for?" Manipulated Destiny "The day after tomorrow at four in the afternoon," Devyn answered. "But see, I....." "For the next two days, I want us to just be together. I want us to reacquaint ourselves with one another, be in love again, and just enjoy this time." "I've never stopped loving you," Devyn whispered unreservedly. "Neither have I," Skyler added, tenderly caressing a sculpted cheek. Thinking for a moment, she then added, "I have the next few days off so I could technically fly back with you." Devyn smiled with glistening ocean blue eyes. "Then I can put in my resignation and start packing what little I own. I could get by without working for a while. It's not like I ever spent any money." "Is that what you really want?" Skyler apprehensively asked, fearful that they may want different things. Blue eyes met sea green in a heartfelt plea. "I don't think I can just return to Chicago to continue the façade of an existence that I wanted to strike an end to. I have nothing there worth living for. I was only a shell of a person, barely alive. I worked, and I went to the gym to drown my pain and the darkness that was filling my soul. I hardly even saw the city itself. I know you have your career, your clients, and folks whom you've developed working relationships with that depend on you. I will happily move here, if you will have me." Skyler tried to fight back the errant tear that rolled down her cheek but failed. With a slight smile she said, "Of course I want you here. Right here --- in this house, in this bed and finally be the part of my heart that's been missing all these years." She finished the contents of her mug, and then said, "We'll definitely work things out to get you here. I would love for you to see the beauty of this area and make it your home." "This is my home," Devyn commented when she placed a hand over the blonde's heart. "I've missed you so much," Skyler added, closing her eyes while squeezing the hand on her chest. A soft warm set of lips gently and sweetly pressed against hers and then just as tenderly pulled back. Green orbs opened with a loving smile visibly seeing the unspoken questions within gentle ocean blue eyes. Skyler's body slightly stirred with amorous feelings, and she knew in her heart that she wanted ---- needed to connect physically with Devyn again. She was not terrified to be with Devyn again, but she was apprehensive of her mind and spirit not living in the present when she had spent so many years in the nightmares of the past. With a sigh, she said, "Let's make breakfast and plan our day." Devyn sensed the struggle her love was having. She didn't mind it as long as she and Skyler were together. "Of course. Lead the way," Devyn answered with a chuckle knowing that she too had some reservations of connecting again. We are so much older now, and it's been so long. Would we remember each other's bodies? Would we be capable of being open and relaxed enough to truly touch each other's souls? **************** Devyn watched Skyler crack open the eggs into the mixture that was already started in the bowl. She loved when Skyler made French toast as it was one of her favorite things for breakfast. After all these years, she thought to herself, after all this time we still remember each other's favorites as if we've spend no time apart. Devyn turned away a moment to force back the tear that threatened to surface. Closing her eyes, she took a slow steady, deep breath and exhaled silently. "You sure are quiet over there," the blonde commented casually over her shoulder as she worked on placing the first couple of thick slices of battered bread on the griddle. "Did you forget your mouth somewhere?" she asked with obvious sarcasm in her voice. Devyn turned her attention back to the woman who had captured her soul so long ago. Without a sound, her tall frame stood up off the stool, and sock covered feet silently made their way over to the young doctor. She was mere inches from her intended target. Having the advantage of her height, she watched Skyler's graceful movements of flipping over the bread. Devyn inhaled the fragrance coming from her lover's hair. Skyler suddenly froze in her actions. She felt a moment of déjà vu, and her heart was hit with a swirl of emotions all at once. Trembling lips spoke softly. "Are....you...behind me?" "Yes," came the soft whisper. Over the last few years, she had felt Devyn's presence behind her or near her thousands of times. Each time it felt so incredibly real, and yet each time she turned around there was nothing but emptiness. I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming --- it's real this time. She silently told herself in order to remain calm. For a split second her body tensed as a set of warm solid arms snaked their way around her waist, and an equally warm body pressed itself onto her back. The contact made Skyler's head spin so fast that her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. Devyn clutched her purchase tight as her lips brushed the doctor's ear, sending shivers between each of their bodies. "Are you alright, hun? Is...this....alright?" Once Skyler relaxed into the embrace, she welcomed the touch and feelings. "Yes...I didn't mean to make you think it wasn't." Reaching over to shut off the burner, she turned her head partway to capture the lips that were administering such sweet torture to her ear. The small blonde could not stop the moan that escaped her throat. Long fingers smoothly slid just beneath her shirt caressing the soft sensitive skin across her belly. Teeth grazed the side of her alabaster neck, eliciting another moan. "You don't know how many times I have felt you next to me. It grew to such intensity....this feeling you near....that I was not sleeping at night...." Her words trailed off a second as a wave of desire made her body shudder. "I'm right here my love. Feel me with you. I have no intentions of ever letting go." Devyn crooned tenderly. Hearing that admission, Skyler sought those lips again. Turning around, she kissed Devyn with all the love inside of her being. A small hand took purchase of the raven locks, gripping the back of the head firmly, indicating the deep-seated need for the contact. Devyn cupped a cheek as their arduous kiss turned to flames. When it became apparent that air was needed, they broke away reluctantly. Blue and green eyes searched for answers within the other. Skyler's body was responding more easily than she had expected, and yet she wasn't sure of taking this moment further. I think I need more time. Just a little bit. Who knew that being celibate for so long would make me hesitate to be intimate again. Damn it. Devyn felt the moment had changed suddenly, she took her love's hand and sweetly kissed the palm. "Let's eat. I'm starved." *************** Ocean blue eyes glanced at the digital clock on her cell phone before shoving the object back into her jeans. It was 10:04am. Breathing in deeply the cool crisp morning air that softly touched her exposed skin she exhaled through her mouth to see her breath. Yep, there it is. She loved the simplicity of that action, and the fact that it could bring a small smile to face. The air felt great, and the day seemed absolutely beautiful as she leaned against the passenger side of the Jeep in the parking lot of the clinic. She thought about Skyler's plans for the day and all that she wanted to show her. Even without seeing much, I think I'm going to love living here. It wouldn't matter where we were as long as we're together. Her gaze wandered towards the street, remembering how just the other day she was walking past this very lot and how the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. I was close to running into her that day. As she remembered the details of them seeing one another again, a mix of joy and sadness clouded her mind. She shut azure eyes tight to prevent an emotional tear that threatened to surface. Right at that moment, the hairs on her neck prickled once again. "Are you thinking about me?" Came the question very near to her ear. Devyn looked at her love, her face growing into a huge loving smile. "As a matter of fact --- yes." "Really?" Skyler purred as she leaned up towards Devyn's luscious lips. "Were they naughty?" she softly asked before kissing the tall woman lovingly. "Mmm, maybe," Devyn responded when they pulled apart for some air. "I'd be happy to show you if you'd like," she playfully added. Skyler giggled. "I think I might like that a lot." She tenderly brushed a thumb across the taller woman's lips, and then said, "We have the whole day and there is so much I want to show." "Then lead on," Devyn stated with a chuckle. ********** They had spent the past few hours on the boardwalk, enjoying the shops. When Skyler realized the carnival was still in town, she dragged Devyn to participate in some of the old games. At a particular booth Skyler insisted on playing at, she had her eyes set on a specific prize she was determined to win. She was so close to knocking down that last set of clay bottles with the softball that she could almost feel the victory. She really wanted that dark teal San Jose Sharks cap for her love. Remembering how much Devyn loved ice hockey and the Sharks happened to be one of her favorite teams, she threw the last ball too quickly in the distraction of the memory. She was so mad when the ball bounced off the edge of the shelf only to make the bottles wobble. "Damn it!" she let out with an exasperated sigh. Devyn chuckled, wrapping long arms around the smaller woman. "What is it that you want so badly from this booth, sweetie?" She asked with a playful nudge of her nose on Skyler's ear. "Do you want me to..." "No." Skyler quickly answered as she turned to look into azure blue eyes. The frustration at not knocking down the bottles was evident in her voice. "I want to do it. I'm fairly capable." "Well of course. I wasn't implying that you weren't. I'm sorry I laughed. You just look so cute when you are frustrated and damned determined." Devyn chimed. "Hey Miss?" the older proprietor of the booth interrupted. His five o'clock shadow and gruff weathered hands showed signs that he'd been here all day and was probably ready to go home. "I've seen you eye your prize each time you get ready to throw, and you've got a pretty good arm there, so here's what I'm going to do..." He picked up 3 softballs at his feet and set them on the wooden counter. "I'm giving you 3 tries on the house, to knock down this last set of bottles." The women looked at one another a little surprised, and then back at the older man. "Why would you do that?" Skyler asked carefully. The gentleman scratched at the bristly gray and brown hairs on his face. Well your little fiery spirit reminds me of my daughter whom I haven't seen for many years while she's been studying overseas. Also it's obvious the two of you share a love that surpasses time. It's not something I see often but it is something I was blessed to experience with my wife before cancer took her away from me." His eyes glistened momentarily with an unshed tear before he continued, "So here you go. Knock down those damn bottles." He pointed with enthusiasm at the intended target. Skyler grabbed a ball, carefully felt the weight of it between her small hands, and shifted her feet from left to right. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath as she envisioned the ball striking the bottles. Sea green eyes looked at her target. She brought back her arm for a full swing and let go with all her might. The proprietor and Devyn looked on motionless as they expected to hear a crash, but instead there only came a thud and a ping as the ball hit the back board only successfully hitting one bottle on the right hand side of the shelf. "You've got two more," the gentleman said with a squint to his eyes and a nod of his head that showed he believed she could do it. Skyler picked up the second ball and again felt the weight of it in her hands. She sighed, and asked, "Would you please put that one bottle back on the shelf with the others?" A shaggy brown eyebrow lifted. "Alright," the gentleman said. The doctor shifted her feet again and looked at the prize she longed for, but instead of closing her eyes to envision the scenario, she turned to look at the woman so dear to her heart. A small grin graced her pursed lips as she pictured the cap being on Devyn's head and the lopsided grin she would receive for it. Devyn smiled in return encouragingly. Skyler quickly turned back to the target, swung her arm, and let the ball fly. It smashed between the third and fourth bottles on the bottom row, sending the rest of the bottles in different directions all at once. When she realized she got them all, she couldn't resist jumping up and down triumphantly. The gentleman approached her with the Sharks cap in hand, and a huge smile on his face. "I believe this one would be the right size for her head." She pulled the cap out of its plastic sleeve, unfolded the back side of it, and excitedly placed it on Devyn's head. It fit just right and looked great against the coal black of her lover's hair Bewildered, Devyn looked at her and said, "You did this for me?" The doctor nodded emphatically. Devyn was yet again touched by how much this amazing woman loved her. Picking Skyler up in a huge bear hug, she spun the blonde around as they gleefully laughed. "Am I right with the size?" the older man asked. Large hands removed the cap, brushed long fingers through jet black locks, and replaced it back on her head. "Yeah, it's just right. That's a great guess. Thanks." "No problem. You two enjoy your night," He stated with a wave and a smile. ************* The navy blue waves crashed beautifully against the large boulders along the sandy shoreline. The deeply orange autumn sun was setting slowly behind the two figures cuddling on the sand against the old overturned canoe that always resided there at the end of the day. Devyn leaned back with knees bent up, and bare feet digging into the sand, she held Skyler who rested between her legs against her chest. Both of them contentedly watched the waves in silence for some time. Devyn loved having the smaller blonde in such an intimate pose. Her heart soared at the thought of how much she loved this woman. She smiled as she replayed the event at the arcade booth in her mind. Now she had her very own Sharks cap, and it felt great to be so loved. A grumbling sound soon alerted a pair of ears of hunger. "Is that your stomach?" Devyn asked casually. "No I think it's yours." Skyler responded sardonically, and was soon assaulted by long fingers tickling her ribs on the inside of her open jacket. "Ack! No, no, cut it out," she cried out in laughter. Without warning, her body was pushed back onto the sand. The tall woman Skyler loved with all of her heart stretched the full length on top of her. Smiling cobalt blue eyes bore into her soul, and a slight tremor coursed through her body that wasn't from the cold breeze that brushed past. Those eyes were conveying a long held desire which she completely understood. God, Dev I want to and yet I'm also scared. It's like I've gone back to being a shy and frightened virgin. How do I break out of this? Is it because I desire you to take charge? What happened to that naturally dominant and powerful side of you? Are you also afraid? As if her monologue was heard, a set of lips tenderly pressed against hers. "Maybe we should go get some dinner before the little monster in your belly decides to come out to wreak havoc," Devyn humorously stated, snapping the blonde out of her thoughts. "Do you have a particular place in mind?" "Hmm, yes I do. Did you only bring jeans with you?" It was Devyn who was now transfixed as she stared at the young doctor's lips, wanting to taste them again. Nodding her head in answer of the question, she took purchase of the supple mouth that tempted her. The kiss was long and full of passion. Tongues danced around one another. The moan which escaped the small blonde's mouth fueled Devyn to not stop but it soon became evident that they needed to for the sake of oxygen. "My god, I love you," Skyler softly stated. Both of them heard the growling stomach again, so she said, "Come on, we have to get you some clothes. I'll call the restaurant and make reservations on the way." Blue eyes rolled. "Not shopping," she exhaled in complaint as she got up. "Yes, come on, we still have an hour before the shop closes." Skyler chuckled as she brushed herself free of the sand. ********* The shorter blonde made her way through the bedroom door with packages in hand. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Okay, how about you take a shower while I call Jocie since she's left two messages already." Skyler threw the bags of new purchases on the bed as she pulled out her cell phone. "What do you think about meeting up with her and Hannah for drinks after dinner?" "That's fine," Devyn answered as long arms encircled Skyler's waist from behind. "Though I'd much prefer you joining me in the shower," she whispered softly in the shell of a small ear. Skyler bit her bottom lip as a barely audible moan escaped her throat. Thinking about the idea of that happening made the blonde's body shiver. It was at this moment Skyler finally realized that Devyn had gently and persistently been taking the lead with their intimacy. My god, why didn't I see it before? I've wanted her to take the lead, and that's exactly what she's been doing, just gently instead of pushing because she either knows or feels my hesitancy. "Dev, I...." "This is Jocie, please leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you. If it's really important, send me a text which I'll most likely read first. Thanks." Turning around, blue and green eyes stared at one another. Skyler's mind had not filtered the disembodied voice that came through her cell phone until she heard the blatant obnoxious beep. Skyler finally answered, "Hey Joss," she began as she looked at her lover with a forlorn expression and mouthed, 'Sorry'. Clearing her throat, she continued, "So we were wondering if you and Hannah would like to meet us at the Cat's Meow for drinks later. Just give me a ring back." Devyn kissed the palm of her love's hand and then disappeared into the bathroom. Once in the shower, the tall woman groaned as the steaming hot water cascaded down her back. It felt great to have this water pressure pelting her muscles in a soothing massage. Working at the sushi restaurant and being the tallest person there almost always put strain and tension in her neck, shoulders and upper back. Even with her concentrated upper body work outs, which were of great help, the one thing she wished she had indulged in was a regular therapeutic massage to loosen all those muscles. Placing palms flat against the shower wall, Devyn relished the feeling of the water. Skyler proceeded to remove the tags from the purchased clothing while internally debating whether or not she should accept her love's invitation. Laying out the black casual pants and navy blue silk button shirt, she was excited to see Devyn in them again. She looked delicious when she tried these on. My god I don't know that I'll be able to resist her, and oh yes... Pulling out the box of cologne that she sneaked into the purchased goods, she smiled. This will be the icing on the cake. Skyler closed her eyes, toying with the idea of perhaps dancing closely after dinner and being able to inhale the amazing scent of the cologne mixing with Devyn's natural scent. She knew she wanted those hands sliding along the curves of her body, and those lips following closely behind. Hmm maybe I should join her in the shower. Manipulated Destiny "Well isn't that a shit-eating grin if I ever saw one," Devyn commented upon seeing the strawberry-blonde lost in thought. Skyler blushed profusely at having been caught. Clearing her throat, she said, "Well, either you've taken a really fast shower or I was daydreaming too long." Devyn chuckled as she sat down at the foot of the bed vigorously running the towel through her damp hair. "I guess you were daydreaming. I hope it was good." "Oh it was, but real life is going to be so much better," she commented with a twinkle in her eye as she walked off to the bathroom. "Would you mind hanging my bathrobe on the back of the door when you're done with it so I can use it?" "Sure," Devyn answered as she ran long fingers through her damp locks. Ocean blue eyes suddenly caught sight of a small brown box near the silk shirt Skyler insisted on getting her. Not remembering this item at checkout, she chuckled as the bottle of men's cologne slid out into her palm. The tall woman recalled the look on her love's face when the fragrance was sprayed on the back of Devyn's hand. "Well 'True Religion', you sure gave Skyler a head spin. Let's see how long she can contain herself tonight." A huge smirk graced her features. Removing the robe, she slid on a fresh pair of soft cotton black boxers and black sport bra. She sprayed the cologne a few times around her, and was about to pick up the pants when the inside of her ears began to itch. "Aww hell I need a cotton swab," she mumbled to herself. Grabbing the robe, she slowly pushed open the unlatched bathroom door, and placed the item back on the large hook. She tiptoed further in, hoping that the swab she had originally set out on the counter was still there. Luckily it was to her relief. She was about to turn around to exit when she heard Skyler softly humming. The sound was something she had missed for so long, and it made her think of their time in college. Whenever Skyler hummed or sang, Devyn knew her love was happy. Lost in the memories, didn't realize the sound of the water ceased before the shower door suddenly slid open. Skyler rubbed the water from her eyes, and then reached for her towel. Patting dry her face, emerald green orbs realized she wasn't alone. "Jesus," she blurted absently. Smoky hooded violet-blue eyes slowly raked over her body, and Skyler couldn't hide the tremble that passed. "You know," Devyn's voice softly started, "we had been together for three years and apart for ten, and in some ways it's like we are seeing each other for the first time." Looking down at the gray bathroom rug, she quickly dried her ears, and then waving the cotton swab held between her fingers, she said, "I was in here because I forgot this." She tossed it in the trash and turned to walk out. Skyler quickly stepped out, closing the distance between them and took hold of the muscled arm to halt Devyn. They looked into each other's eyes, reading the deep pool of desire that each of them held. Still holding the towel in front of her, one small hand reached up, threading fingers through the taller woman's black onyx locks. Long arms snaked their way around the smaller frame pulling Skyler closer. The towel was completely forgotten when Skyler's second hand moved across the warm skin of Devyn's muscled back, and their lips met in a passionate embrace that reverberated in each of their nether regions. Devyn's lips moved down to nip the length of the young doctor's neck. Teeth raked the skin bringing the flesh alive beneath her ministrations and making Skyler moan. She then kissed and nibbled a certain spot just below a small earlobe. "Oh gods," the blonde panted out. Skyler's muscles clenched with need, and she knew she was on her way to being very wet. The stirrings of her body were unavoidable throughout the day from Devyn's gentle loving caresses and kisses. It felt wonderful to be in her love's arms again, and she knew she wanted ---- needed more; and it's her love that accomplished in re-awakening the urges of lust, need, and pleasure within her. Instinctively she raised one leg, wrapping it part way around Devyn's waist. The gesture alone drew a low and almost inaudible primal growl of passion from her partner. Suddenly Skyler felt herself hoisted onto the bathroom counter. With the taller woman between her legs, the doctor mewed when fingers slid down to cup her breasts. Thumbs brushed across her rapidly stiffening peaks. "I love you," Devyn softly declared. She pinched and tugged on the nipples before taking one in her hot mouth. "Jesus," the blonde hissed as she felt Devyn's now free hand slide down her flattened belly to caress her sandy brown curls. This was going to be her undoing and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much more. Grabbing hold of the back of the large hand, she guided the long fingers to her heated entrance. "Take me...please," she whispered into the shell of Devyn's ear before taking the lobe between her teeth. Devyn grunted, "Fuck yes," and then three fingers sunk deep inside Skyler's wetness. She felt the smaller woman's hips jump at the welcomed invasion. Azure eyes closed at the feel of her lover's muscles contracting around her. How she missed this incredible woman who had her heart. She curled her fingers up with each inward thrust. Skyler clutched and clawed at Devyn's back with her fingernails, pulling her closer and tighter with an insistent need which had to be filled. Hips began to buck as she neared the precipice of her release. She buried her face in Devyn's chest and began nipping and licking the exposed flesh. Suddenly she felt the body in front of her shift, and then a set of teeth lightly sunk into the flesh below her earlobe while at the same time the talented fingers thrust harder upwards. "Gods... yes!!!" She screamed as her body soared. They held one another tightly almost for fear of this all being a dream. When their breathing calmed, Devyn slowly extricated her fingers, and then looked into the almost glowing emerald green eyes she loved. Tenderly she stroked a cheek, and watched as the smaller woman leaned into her hand. "I want more." She heard her love say. "I want all of you and all that you can give me." Devyn grinned in pleasure. She pulled Skyler's legs around her waist, hoisted the woman into her arms, and effortlessly carried her to the bed. Dinner clearly forgotten, tongues explored each other's mouths again. Skyler immensely enjoyed lying beneath the weight of her lover's body. Pulling at the dark haired woman's sport bra, it was obvious she wanted no obstructions to the tantalizing flesh she intended to lay claim to. Suddenly a shrill ring broke their attention. They paused, looking at one another for a sign to stop. Skyler then said, "Just leave it. Let voicemail take it." In one swift move she pushed a surprised Devyn onto her back. After removing her lover's bra and underwear, she climbed back on top and straddled a well-muscled thigh. Leaning over, she sensuously whispered into an ear, "I want us to come together." She then nibbled the lobe and heard Devyn's breath hitch. Small fingers slid down to soft black curls as a mouth swallowed a dark nipple. Long fingers returned to the entrance of Skyler's desire and effortlessly slipped inside. The doctor released the now pebbled nipple and groaned. Arching her back so that hips would bear down on the hand, three fingers easily entered Devyn's hot channel. They pumped inside one another while tongues dueled in wild abandon. The fingers of Devyn's free hand tugged and twisted pink nipples to hard pebbled points. Breaking from the kiss, Skyler called out, "Oh gods I'm gonna come." The profession caused the raven haired woman's back to arch. "Me too," was all she managed to say before both sets of fingers curved forward pumping harder and faster. Skyler was the first to scream out her ecstasy and Devyn immediately followed. The blonde then collapsed on top of her lover. Arms wrapped around one another, they lay there until their breathing slowed. "I need to have more of you ---- to taste you," Devyn confessed as she rolled them over. Working her way down Skyler's body, she suckled one nipple and then other. As she continued her journey southward with kisses and nibbles along the heated flesh, the noise of the cell phone returned. They tried to ignore if, but this time it continued to ring again once it stopped to go to voicemail. After the third time, a frustrated Devyn dug around with one hand amongst the clothes. Hitting the green button, she yelled through gritted teeth, "What is it?!!" Confused dirty blonde eyebrows rose in surprise. Jocie looked at the phone to check the number on the screen. Hesitantly she asked, "Uhhh......Skyler?" Devyn thrust the phone towards her lover. Exasperated, she laid her head on the doctor's muscled abdomen and waited. "Hello?" Skyler asked trying to figure out who would be calling her at this most inconvenient time. Jocie clearly heard the labored breathing that her best friend was trying to get under control. "Uh hey, you wanted me to call back about meeting for drinks." She silently smacked her forehead for interrupting, and then wondered how her friend could be screwing this stranger so quickly. "Joss, yeah..... sorry. So can you?" Skyler wanted to kick herself for having called her friend in the first place with the invite. She wasn't expecting things to become so rapidly heated with her love until later, and now all she wanted to do was continue their lovemaking well into the early morning hours. "Hannah and I are totally up for it, in fact we thought perhaps it would be great to have dinner together, but.....um....you're busy." The honey haired woman waited for a response yet found none. "Maybe I should just let you go." Skyler snapped out of her momentary daydreaming, "What?!? No." She knew she was going to kick herself again for saying this but she owed it to her best friend to explain what was going on. "We can meet you for dinner." A dark head immediately shot up. Surprised ocean blue eyes looked at her in disbelief. "Well that's great. It will be nice to talk and get things out in the open." Jocie commented. "What restaurant?" A small hand caressed her lover's cheek and she mouthed, 'It will be okay'. Returning to the phone, she stated, "The seafood place on Oak Gravel Road." "Yeah okay that's your favorite one. How about thirty minutes?" "Make that forty-five. I'm indecisive with what to wear." "When have you ever been indec.....never mind. Forget I asked. We'll see you in forty-five." Jocie shook her head as she hung up the phone. ********* Devyn was reluctant to leave the warm soft body pillow that was her lover. Without warning though, she was hurled onto her back in one swift motion. Snickering sea green eyes made her smile. She had obviously forgotten how strong this small woman could be. "I owe it to Jocie to explain. She's been my best friend for almost nine years now. She had always been there for me through this whole mess. Are you going to be okay with this?" Devyn nodded. "I understand. It's fine. I just wish it wasn't now, that's all." "It takes ten minutes to get there and maybe fifteen minutes to get ready. That gives us twenty minutes to spare." Skyler responded with a hint of mischievousness. "Oh, really, and what do you have in mind?" the dark haired woman questioned. Her lover's hot breath caressed her ears, and made her body tremble. She could feel the tip of a nose softly brush the sensitive skin. "Sixty-nine with me," came the whisper. Devyn grinned from ear to ear and said, "Hell yes." Skyler quickly turned her body around. She brushed small fingers through the short cropped, midnight black curls. Inhaling the sweet scent of her lover's arousal made Skyler's head dizzy with need. Just as she was about to nibble on the fleshy lips, she felt a set of digits part her folds and a warm mouth press against her clit. "Oh god Devyn," she called out as her hips automatically bore down seeking more contact. They nibbled and licked and sucked, making each other climb the pinnacle higher and higher. Hips rocked against each other's faces. Devyn kneaded the firm globes beneath her hands. She coated a finger in Skyler's creamy ambrosia, and then pressed the tip of the finger at the tight puckered entrance of her lover's ass. Skyler threw her head back. "Oh yes please," she called out in ecstasy. When the digit wiggled past the muscled ring, it slid in easily the rest of the way. She returned to feasting on her lover, relishing in the feel of what Devyn was doing to her. Within minutes, their bodies tensed, and as Skyler cried out her release without relinquishing her hold, Devyn followed as she felt the vibrations of Skyler's cry against her. *********** Frustrated and anxious, Jocie looked at the time on her phone once again. "Oh would you stop. They are going to be here. I'm sure they just got busy." Hannah tried to ease her girlfriend's mind, but for some reason, the honey brown haired woman seemed really worried. She gently took Jocie's hand within her own and gave it an adoring kiss in the hopes of distracting her. "Here is your appetizer, ladies," the waitress chimed in, setting the platter down. It had an array of coconut shrimp, bacon wrapped scallops, crab dip and pita chips, and oysters on the half shell. "Can I get you another drink miss?" She asked Jocie. "You are still having two others join you for dinner correct?" "Yes and...." Jocie began to respond and then she spotted her friend and the tall stranger coming their way. "Yes, as a matter of fact they are finally here." "Hey, sorry we're late. Had trouble with my hair," Skyler commented nonchalantly as the two of them slid into the booth. "Oh my god, coconut shrimp." She snatched one up immediately, dipped it into the apricot sauce, and moaned at the wonderful flavors that exploded in her mouth. "I'm starved." Devyn's nether regions twitched momentarily at the sound of that moan, remembering the vibrations Skyler sent through her clit. Then abruptly her thoughts evaporated by Jocie's remark. "Oh really, your hair? You never have trouble with your hair. In fact that's why you chose that simple shorter cut just above your shoulders!?" Jocie's sudden frustration became evident to everyone. A silence hovered at the table. Hannah's brown eyes widened in fright looked at Devyn's icy steel blue gaze like a deer in headlights. She didn't understand why Jocie would be upset that Devyn and Skyler were getting to know each other. Hannah gulped as quietly as possible, wondering what Devyn might say or do. She knew that her friend could be rather intimidating on a good day, and if she were in a bad mood then it wasn't any better than landing in a hornet's nest. The stone cold gaze went from Hannah to Skyler. Devyn wanted to know if there was any hint from her lover that said not to lash out. The look in Skyler's jade green eyes begged her to not be harsh. She then turned her gaze to Hannah who just sat there with a raised eyebrow, a smug look to her face, and her arms crossed in front of her chest. In a low menacing growl, Devyn began, "She had no trouble with her hair at all. We're late because we were busy reacquainting ourselves before and after you called. It's been ten years so we've only just begun our attempt to catch up. Do you really have a problem with that or is it just me?!" A small hand crept its way to Devyn's larger one just under the table and gave it a squeeze. Jocie was flabbergasted that this person would speak to her in that tone. In fact she was usually the one who spoke that way to others. It was so unexpected that her mind wasn't thinking fast enough for a rebuttal. Suddenly something that was said stood out – 'it's been ten years'. Wait a minute, did I hear that right? She can't possibly believe....oh no it's a scam....she's having Skyler believe that she is her long lost love! Oh no we are not having this bullshit. "Don't you dare come across with this....," she began, but then looked at Skyler with a frown. "Have you seriously lost your mind? Or is this bitch that convincing that you think she's your lost love?" Sea green eyes looked at her in shock and confusion. "Joss, she is!" the blonde blurted out. "Oh my god, how long did it take you to brainwash her?" Jocie questioned angrily to Devyn. The dark haired woman's anger rose another notch, and Hannah silently swore could hear her friend's teeth grind. "Wait Joss. Just stop it." Skyler pleaded. She frantically searched inside her purse for the item that would make all of this nonsense cease. Finally she found it inside her checkbook wallet. "Here." She handed two photos to her best friend. Jocie took a look at the larger one first. There stood a younger and longer haired Skyler, who seemed to have barely aged, with her arms around the shoulders of a taller woman with shoulder length black hair. A bright smile was on the taller woman's face and there was no mistaking the piercing blue of those eyes. Jocie looked at the second smaller photo which had a close up of the dark haired beauty with a lopsided grin standing outside what appeared to possibly be a hospital. She held up a bandaged right hand, which had almost the entire thumb covered, and it looked as if she planned on snatching the camera away. And there were those blue eyes again. "Remember when I showed you these so many years ago? I told you the story behind the bandaged hand." Skyler calmly stated. Taking hold of her lover's right hand, she gestured for Devyn to show them. The taller woman opened her hand, palm up on the table. There in plain view stood the evident scar from the second knuckle of her thumb and almost all the way down to the wrist. Jocie couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it because it seemed impossible, but here was the woman right in front of her that Skyler had never stopped loving. "I'm....sorry," she whispered as a single tear threatened to spill forth. Not knowing what else to do, she quickly slid out of the booth and straight for the women's restroom. Hannah debated whether she go after her girlfriend or if should wait. Blue and green eyes looked at one another for a moment before Skyler spoke. "Let me go see to her." She brushed her fingers through blonde locks and sighed as she watched Devyn stand to let her out of the booth. ******** Jocie kicked the trash can as she clenched her fists. She felt so stupid for treating her best friend suddenly like a child who didn't know any better. The honey gold blonde woman let out a string of curses to the small empty room. She had not realized how protective she had become of her friend over the years. She wanted to kick herself for acting like an ass. The restroom door opened slowly, and Skyler poked her head in. Seeing the young woman, she stepped inside. "Hey," she said softly, and approached. "I'm sorry Skyler. I really am. I don't know what I was thinking except that some stranger was posing as your deceased love and was going to hurt you and it would all lead up to you being taken away from me." She started to cry, and felt even more foolish for doing so. "We've been friends for so long, that you've actually become like a sister to me." Ripping a sheet of paper towel from the dispenser, she wiped her face. "God I feel so stupid." Skyler could not stop the tear that emerged. Jocie had practically been her salvation all these years, and even though at one point Jocie confessed an interest, she understood that Skyler's heart had already been taken. So in time they did become like sisters. She put her arms around her best friend and brought her in for a heartfelt hug. "I'm not going anywhere. Devyn is actually going to move here." Manipulated Destiny Jocie pulled back, "Really?" The blonde doctor nodded. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and we'll tell you all about it over dinner." ************ Both couples decided to forget the club after dinner, and enjoy a quieter time with the decadence of chocolate. In the Fondue Passion dessert bar, they relaxed at a cozy table near the small brick fireplace, as Jocie and Hannah finished telling embarrassing stories of their best friends. It had begun to rain, making the temperature drop drastically outside. Skyler found the warmth of the fire inviting as she sat comfortably against Devyn's chest in the cozy leather curved loveseat style seating. She sighed contentedly as her lover's arm around her shoulder pulled her in lovingly. The dim lighting from the art deco overhead lamps made the area of the room they were in feel smaller and more intimate. The low chatter of patrons at other tables did not drown out the beautiful classic melodies of Dinah Washington and Billie Holliday playing in the background. The place seemed very romantic, and she was glad Jocie suggested it. She had forgotten that this dessert eatery had opened a couple of months ago and the whole town had been talking about the wonderful chocolates one could consume. As she looked out the window at the falling rain, she remembered that she and Jocie had planned on stopping in one afternoon just to try it out but there was an almost two hour wait. She snuggled into Devyn's shoulder when her nose caught another whiff of the cologne she had snuck into their purchases today. The fragrance had a crisp freshness to it almost like a just showered smell with some musk and sandalwood undertones. It smelled very sensuous on the black haired woman, and it gave Skyler a heady spin. She thought about how to get back at her lover for the stunt earlier outside the seafood restaurant before they got out of the car.   Skyler was about to shut the driver's side door of the Jeep when she felt and then saw Devyn quickly approach. Caught off guard, her lips were taken in an almost crushing kiss. She melted into the powerful embrace that was both strong and tender. Tongues danced wildly. Skyler could not stop the moan that escaped her throat, nor did she want to cease this animalistic side that she remembered so well from the woman she adored. She felt her body pushed against the side of the seat, long fingers threaded through her locks, and then in a firm grip her head was jerked back to fully expose her neck. First there were tender kisses and soft nibbles which professed love, and then the teeth came out to nip and bite firmly. A tongue caressed her flesh afterwards where the teeth had just grazed and stung. The young doctor's body could only respond. Hands pulled Devyn's head harder against her, and her left leg lifted to wrap itself around the firm waist in front of her. Her nether regions seeped wetness, and for a moment she wished they were at home without the restriction of clothing. Devyn transitioned from the assault to softly stroking the shorter blonde with the tip of her nose and her lips. Moving up to her lover's ear, she whispered, "I want to make love to you as the rain falls upon our bodies." She placed a tender kiss upon her lover's cheek, and then released the hold she had as raindrops slowly began to fall upon them. Skyler stood there stunned, her body tingled from the recent heated contact, and she momentarily shivered from the smoldering cobalt blue eyes that held her gaze. Devyn held her hand out as a sinister grin unfolded across her face. Both of them knew that right now was not the opportunity, but Skyler sure wished it was as she took the offered hand, shut the door and was escorted into the eatery.   Skyler was still looking out the window at the rain falling when she was snapped out of the memory. "Hmm? What?" "Is there anything else in particular you wanted......from the menu?" Devyn coyly asked in a hushed voice. The blonde woman swallowed before speaking in order to get her brain and mouth to work respectively. "I'm good with this wine, and whatever else was ordered is fine. If it's chocolate, you know I'll enjoy it." Devyn chuckled. The waiter brought a large platter filled with an artistic array of fruit, marshmallows, and cubes of moist shortcake. Setting down two hot fondue pots, he said, "This one contains the passion fruit infused milk chocolate, and the other one is the dark and white chocolate swirl. Ladies, enjoy." Both Skyler and Joni were amazed at the number of items they had to choose from that they almost couldn't decide what to try first. Devyn and Jocie sat back a moment to delight in their partner's addiction to chocolate. Finally Hannah grabbed a strawberry and dipped it into the second swirled pot. Skyler knew that everything would taste great so it shouldn't matter what was first. Her decision, though, was made for her when Devyn reached over with the fondue fork, pierced a large scrumptious and juicy looking blackberry, dipped into the milk chocolate and then brought it up to the younger woman's lips. Sea green eyes looked at ocean blue, and then she opened her mouth to receive the offered morsel. The velvety smooth and rich chocolate mixed with the juice of the berry, and it made her mouth sing. "Oh my god that is soooo good!" "Maybe I should put some of the chocolate on me for you to lick off," Devyn softly whispered in her ear. Skyler's eyes turned a dark jade green when the words registered in her mind. She watched Devyn consume a chocolate covered banana slice, and azure blue eyes lit up. "God that is good!" Devyn proclaimed. They looked at one another again, and Devyn whispered, "On second thought, maybe I'll just lick it off of your sensitive nipples. All that licking and sucking would surely make you come right on the spot." Skyler shivered at the delicious thought. "You are very ornery tonight." Clearing her throat, Jocie said, "Okay before you get too carried away there with whatever whispering you're doing, what's going to happen the day after tomorrow when you two fly back?" Auburn eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?" Skyler inquired. "Well are you going to the airport with them? I thought it'd be nice if we went together to see them off." "Actually, I plan on flying back with them," the blonde added. Hannah and Devyn looked at one another and then at Skyler who popped another piece of chocolate covered fruit into her mouth, hummed, and then said to her lover, "I didn't have the chance to tell you earlier. While at the clinic this morning, I made arrangements for ten days vacation. I'm really overdue for taking a break, I thought I could help you pack since you said you didn't want to waste time on returning." Devyn grinned from ear to ear. "That sounds fantastic to me." Stunned brown eyes looked at her best friend. Hannah knew that one day something would happen to change their lives, but she didn't think Devyn would be the one leaving her behind. Even though she was happy for both of them, she was going to the miss the person who helped her build up the confidence within herself to be who she was today. ********* Skyler pushed open the door that led into the yard from the garage, not wanting to let go of the lips that fiercely held her own. The rain came down in large drops as they moved into the lush wet grass. When they had pulled into the garage at home, Skyler found herself caught in the passionate gaze of darkened azure blue eyes. She knew at that moment that Devyn had every intention of fulfilling the statement that had been made earlier. Upon exiting the Jeep, Devyn proceeded to kick off her shoes and socks at the door. As she began on the buttons of the silk shirt, her ministrations were halted when another set of digits took over. She looked into twinkling jade green eyes before their lips embraced softly. The kiss grew in intensity, and just as Skyler kicked of her own shoes, she was pinned against the door. Skyler wasn't sure how far they walked outside when she felt her body lowered down into the grass of the yard. The wet blades soaked the back of her shirt and pants, yet none of it mattered as the strong and warm body of her lover laid over her. Their breasts were pressed against one another's, and Skyler instinctively buried her hands within the raven locks of hair. Fused and joined by bodies, hands, and lips they slowly writhed against one another with the rain dousing their bodies. Devyn insinuated a firm thigh between Skyler's legs. Momentarily breaking the kiss, she watched the forest green eyes grow hazy. Devyn smiled, loving how Skyler's body responded to her. She nipped and suckled at the sensitive skin just below her lover's ear as long fingers pinched and tugged Skyler's nipple through her shirt. Skyler gave a sharp cry, arching her back as a swift jolt of pleasure shot through her body and straight between her legs. Drops of water splashed across her face and eyelids, adding to the sensations building within her. It wasn't long before hands found their way within each other's pants. Fingers slid between slick wet folds, circling clits simultaneously and losing themselves in one another's soft moans. Each of Skyler's cries made Devyn press harder and faster, and Skyler responded in tandem. They rose higher and higher on the plane of their release. Devyn's body twitched, and hips worked even more fervently against the fingers that suddenly slipped deep inside her. She let out a cry and then thrust her fingers inside her lover. They both moved in and out as thumbs continued to stroke aching clits. A fire began to rage out of control between them. Raising her head, Devyn's eyes met Skyler's. She watched the blonde suck in her lower lip, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. Devyn whimpered at the sight, and then groaned knowing she was almost there. The muscles in her neck grew taut as Skyler's thumb stroked her clit harder. "Oh god Skyler, I'm going to...." "Yes...me too.....please....do it with me." "God...now...please....right......" "Yes....now." "Fuuucckk!" Devyn shuddered, and Skyler's body convulsed as she cried out with her lover. They held tightly to one another as their bodies shook from the release. Panting into each other's necks, they tried to calm their breathing. Skyler moved up, brushing the tip of her nose along the shell of an ear, and gently whispered, "I love you so much." Sparkling cobalt blue eyes smiled at her. "I love you too." "Let's go inside, and finish what we we've started here." "Sounds fantastic." ******** Twelve months later. The airplane taxied down the runway as it approached the gate. The airport was busy with travelers of all calibers on this Thursday morning. Business men and women carrying their briefcases and laptops, some of them talking on their cell phones, families with screaming children filled with adrenaline and anxious to go somewhere --- anywhere, as long as it's not standing still. Two women walked side by side. The taller one with very determined steps, while the other continued to look around with concern. "I'm a little nervous about this. Are you?" "Nope, I'm focused," came the short reply. They found their way outside, and immediately Devyn hailed a cab. Getting inside, she spouted the address to the driver. Ocean blue eyes looked over at her lover, and a black eyebrow arched in question. "I can't help but wonder if this is going to be futile. What if he doesn't answer any of our questions?" Sea green eyes pleaded. "He has to answer at least one," Devyn casually replied. She turned her head away to look out the window. The streets of DC were very busy as the cab driver wove his way around the other vehicles. The raven haired woman's mind flooded with memories of that specific day and all of the time that followed. She had been so devastated to be told her lover died that she wanted to die herself. Oh the many times she wanted to end it all and even contemplated how during her walks in Chicago. She had despised herself and the gods for taking her soul mate away. Now to know they were lied to and kept separate all these years, she had to know why. Why would someone be so goddamn cruel? Ah, but cruelty is prevalent in our society. People are cruel to their animals, to their children, their lovers, even to the elderly. The voice filtered through her mind. Still she felt she had to close this chapter in their lives by facing this asshole. Suddenly she felt her hand embraced tenderly. She pushed back the tear that tried to surface, and gave her lover a small grin. "I love you Devyn," Skyler softly stated. The raven haired woman tenderly stroked her lover's cheek with the back of her fingers. "I love you too --- very much so. I know we have our lives together now, but we have to ask him." Skyler slowly nodded in agreement as tried to gather her courage. *********** "Cheryl," called out the salt and pepper haired man through the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Buckland," the administrative assistant responded as she immediately pulled up his appointment calendar. "This next appointment with Mr. Devyn...." "Ackhart, sir, and it's Miss Ackhart." The agent's eyebrows furrowed. He didn't expect the appointment to be with a female. "Yes, okay, so did you already give me a file on this?" He rummaged through the pile on his desk. He despised paperwork. What ever happened to the good old days when I was undercover on the streets catching the bad guys and gaining praise? He felt that he now just spent his time behind this desk pushing papers all day. Why is that? Oh yes, because of the torn ligaments and muscles in my right leg. "Yes sir, I put it in your inbox first thing yesterday morning," she responded interrupting his bitter memories. "Thank you, Cheryl. I just found it." He clicked the intercom button off and sat back in his chair. Running a hand through his hair, he remembered the last case he had that put him where he was today. If I had just secured that extra clip for my pistol from the glove compartment, I would not have been out of bullets, and those two dogs would not have ripped my leg apart. Now I'm practically useless in the streets except for minor cases and pushing paperwork. The older agent rubbed his face with a large surly hand and sighed. "Oh well, let's see what this next appointment is about." He opened the thick file folder. The first thing he noticed was the date in the upper right hand corner. "This was my first year at the bureau," he commented to himself. He did not recognize the names of the witnesses who came forward but did remember the drug lord involved. The memory of it all soon came back to him. He had received such praise and high honors for an excellent job of capturing one of the biggest drug lords that existed. In fact he had successfully shut down their whole operation. Suddenly his mind recalled snippets of witnesses. Flipping through the papers, he came across a photo of Delia, and one of Arie. He now remembered they were immediately placed into witness protection. "Those damn dykes," he whispered to himself as the images ran through his mind. Yeah one of them was sent to ICU when that pharmaceutical place exploded. A sneer etched across his feature. It was best to just tell the other that her friend died. Then it just seemed to make sense that both should think the other dead, especially when that fire erupted at their townhouse. A slight tinge of guilt hit his conscience, but it wasn't enough to make him care when he thought of how..... "Mr. Buckland, your appointment is here." Cheryl spoke through the intercom. He snapped out of his thoughts, and said, "Uhh yes, send her in." Closing the folder, he grabbed his cane to stand up. Brown eyes saw the tall woman confidently walk in and right towards him. Fucking dyke, he mentally commented as he came around his desk, and held out his hand to greet her with his false smile. "Good morning, Ms. Ackhart. What can I do...." His words abruptly ceased as eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed the short blonde step through the doorway. Shocked at seeing both of them together, here in his office, he couldn't think, and noticed too late the large fist flying right at his face. Pow! James Buckland fell back hard, smashing into his desk lamp which landed on the floor with him following. Upon hearing the crash, Cheryl bustled through the open door of his office. She caught sight of Mr. Buckland sitting on the floor with blood all over his face and shirt; and the tall raven haired woman standing fiercely over him. The assistant then bolted to find help, fearful that they were all in danger. "You fucking asshole!" Devyn shouted. "Goddamn it, you broke my nose." Buckland loudly remarked as he saw the mess on his shirt and tie. Grabbing the end of the tie, he attempted to stop the blood dripping from his nose. Skyler stepped up and gently touched Devyn's arm. Green and blue eyes looked at one another momentarily. The young blonde did not expect her lover to physically hurt the agent, and she had hoped this would not cause trouble for them. When she felt the muscles relax a little beneath her hand, she began, "Mr. Buckland, tell me how could you live with yourself after the torment you put us through? Do you even realize the damage caused by having each of us believe the other was dead, and then forcing us to completely alter our lives?" She could not stop the flood of emotions that began to surface. In a choked voice, she asked, "Why Mr. Buckland? Why did you have to be so cruel to separate us?" Angry and bitter, spiteful eyes stared up at the both of them. "Because I hate all of you fucking queers. You ruined my life....my marriage....my family." He reached for his cane, and using the side of his desk for leverage, he hoisted himself up in order to stand. "It's because of you goddamn dykes that my wife left me for woman. A fucking woman!" he yelled for emphasis. "I had a wonderful marriage with a stay-at-home wife and a beaming baby boy. I provided them with everything, but it wasn't enough for that skank. She took my son, left me a goddamn pathetic excuse of a letter and I never saw them again. So what's the big deal if I happen to share my misery with a couple of cunts?!" Devyn's rage got the better of her. On a purely knee jerk reaction, she swung at him again. This time he managed to catch himself on the desk as he flew back, but lost his cane in the process. Sitting back up, and holding his hand over his right eye, he sneered, "I'm pressing charges against you for assaulting a federal agent, and you won't be coming back from this one. I'll see to it you rot in prison without your precious love. So say your good-byes now." "Enough," a disembodied voice clearly stated. The two women turned around, and all three of them saw a much older gentleman with two other agents and Cheryl coming through the office door. "Buckland, you will not be pressing charges." "What?!" He cried out in disbelief. "She assaulted me!" "Yes she did," Mr. MacGregor answered calmly, "And she had every right to." He walked right up to the two women and extended his hand first to Devyn and then to Skyler. "Ms. Ackhart, Ms. Catherwood, I am Buckland's superior, Thomas MacGregor." He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he proceeded. "I've been watching you for years James. You're a damn good agent..." he paused as his hazel brown eyes looked at each of them carefully, "but you were a rotten husband and father." "What...the hell?!?" Buckland chortled in confusion. "I've had the pleasure of meeting your ex-wife, and in fact had many opportunities to speak with her when she was contemplating leaving you." A sly grin formed upon his lips. "You see, that 'dyke' that you say stole your family is my niece, and in fact she too is an agent --- for a couple of years longer than you have been. Though it's a funny thing she's in a completely different department and you never gave her a second thought." He absently scratched at his bearded chin and adjusted his wire rimmed glasses. "So here is how I see the situation. You can press charges on Ms. Ackhart, and your reputation ---- your career ends today, period. See, I heard it all while standing outside your office, so now I understand what you had done in the Rodriguez case. You basically jeopardized this organization and practically destroyed the lives of these two women. Your other option would be to keep your mouth shut about this alleged 'assault'; immediately take a one month leave up on my insistence; and we'll re-negotiate your duties upon your return, thus keeping your reputation. The choice is yours." Manipulated Destiny Bloodied and bruised, Buckland did not want to lose what he worked so hard for all these years. Taking up his cane, and with his eyes downcast, he limped his way out of the office. "See you in one month, sir." Once the door was shut, the older gentleman looked at the two women and said, "I am really sorry for the suffering both of you endured all this time. I had no idea this had happened when it did; otherwise I would have stopped it. You ladies are free to leave." "Mr. MacGregor?" Skyler softly spoke. Her voice trembled, and she worried about the possible answer to her question. Almost immediately she felt Devyn's arm circle her waist protectively. "Yes?" "Is there some way I can be reunited with the rest of my family again?" she asked with misty green eyes. The bearded man took a deep breath before answering. He knew he had to assist these two women in some way to repair at least some of the damage which had been done. "Come with me to my office. We'll sit and talk and I'll tell you how we can best accomplish that." The End Manipulated into Submission At Stella's arrival the infamous nervous twitch overtook her secretaries left eye. His peach eyelid snapped and contorted, making a mockery of his boyish face. His rapid typing ceased, and fumbling out of his chair, he picked up a pile of pink slips and feverishly began shuffling through them as he _ raced in front of Stella, his eye twitching and face blushing. "Um...um" he stammered. "You have a call from Burk and he sounded...pissed" Stella snatched the pink slip out of Mike's unsteady hands "Anymore calls while I was out?" She liked the way that sounded, very professional. She looked around the office, an office full of her minions working diligently. Frumpy women sitting at their desks yammering on the phone, young men in cheap suits absorbed in endless paperwork, the gossip group of cat-like women standing near the coffee pot positioning themselves in a manner that best displayed their assets. Marisole, the mentor of the group flashed a sly smile at Stella, which had a daunting effect causing her to grow cold. Stella wasn't used to having many friends and she wouldn't classify Marisole as a friend by any means, but she had been the only woman at the office who had welcomed Stella without malice. Staring at Marisole's figured tightly wrapped in a lightweight suit, Stella felt a prickle of uneasiness ripple up her spine. She was still dismayed by the fact that she had accepted Marisole's offer to get to know each other over a few drinks and even further dismayed that she had confided in a woman as sexually vulgar as a prostitute. Stella had acted on impulse. She considered acting on impulse to be a weakness, but there was a spark of excitement in the pit of her stomach she tried to deny. Pushing back the nightmarish flashbacks of drunken gossip that had taken place between her and Marisole in a dimly lit piano bar frequented by cheesy businessmen in their expensive business suits trying to appear more gentlemen-like to the elite population of desperate women in their 40's who had been driven to panic by the sound of their biological clock ticking away. Fixing her gaze back on Mike she caught his eyes statically glued to her chest. "Mike," she soothed as he snapped his head back up eyes blinking. He started rambling on about some AD campaign advisor leaving a message along with her mother. She wasn't listening, she was musing the sexual effect she had on the young secretary with a twig frame, gangly limbs, fire colored hair and blotchy skin. She liked to toy with pathetic men such as Mike. He was so easily distracted by her sexuality, which she had noted the second he came staggering in for an interview. His resume had been impeccable, with admirable references, reliable work history and the ability to use a coffee pot. The clincher was that she was younger then Mike, and that had sealed the deal. She hired Mike on the spot. At the age of 24, Stella had more drive, passion and control than most of the imbeciles she worked with, including her nervous secretary who at the age of 25 still gawked at her tits and ass as if they were in high school. She smiled to herself and swung her ass right into her office. Looking back over her shoulder, blue eyes gleaming, she thanked Mike and shut the door. Once inside she surrendered to the cold of her leather chair. ---- Marisole slid off the bed and rubbed her wrists. "So I have a new prospect for you." I kept my eye on her red ass hailing the ceiling as she gracefully bent over to collect her clothes that were strewn about the floor "She's the new vice president, only a year out of a college; she's a bitch, not to mention a fucking uptight cock-tease. One of those goddamn control freaks, you should see her struts into work with her perfectly pressed conservative suit, her brief case, and sophisticated ponytail. She's completely uptight. The type with a noticeable stick wedged up her ass." "I'm not positive I follow the parallel you have drawn between a sophisticated pony tail equating to an uptight cock-tease." Silence. "Correction, uptight cock-tease with a stick wedged up her ass" "Anyways... It's obvious she's a bore in the bedroom." "Perhaps a sophisticated ponytail equates her to being physically tight. Now if that is the case it would be safe to say I enjoy a sophisticated ponytail," I said, looking at Marisole's wild, teased, curled mane of black hair while flashing her a wicked smile. "Clever, but not cute" "Don't judge a book by its cover, you of all people should know that best." She rolled her large brown eyes at me "Point is no one can stand the bitch. She's the type of girl you just want to bend over and rape with a dildo to teach her a lesson about being high and mighty. She would learn quickly with an ass trouncing that she isn't as in control as she believes. " "Knock her off her pedestal," I mused. "Exactly." I admired how quickly Marisole could switch from submissive to dominant. How quickly her meek "Yes sirs" dissipated back into her daily explicit and lewd vocabulary. She was now moving swiftly wiggling up her lace panties over her silky legs to her curvatious hips, and then over her round abused ass. Her tits bouncing as she sauntered over to her purse and dug around until she pulled out and lit her cigarette. "So being a bit curious about this little twat, I invited her for drinks after work. Of course she obliged my friendly offer because who could refuse me?" A click of her lighter sounded. "She accompanied me to a night of drinking and gossip. I got her to loosen up after a few drinks. Next thing you know she's shit-faced and confiding in me how she worked her ass off in college, has no social life, no friends, and hasn't been fucked since her sophomore year in college." "It amazes me the information you can get out of an uptight bitch by getting her to suck down a few drinks. Too bad she wasn't here to suck my cock last night; it was most definitely a lonely night here." Marisole made a disapproving sound followed by a drag from her pungent cigarette. "Well, naturally, I pushed her a bit further after she willingly mentioned her sex life. Get this she only fucked 2 guys in college. For Christ's sake, I fucked more than 2 guys my first week in college which brought us to a discussion about my sexual endeavors, which she found intriguing." Smoke was now billowing up and swirling around her blackened hair. "Intoxicated girls are easily intrigued." Truth was Marisole's sexual endeavors would most likely intrigue anyone, so I could hardly fathom the impact they would have on some uptight bitch that hadn't been laid for years. The thought of a young attractive girl perched at her desk surrounded by four suffocating dorm walls drifted into my thoughts. This girl probably came from money and a pristine taste in clothes. She was daddy's little girl, driven by fear of failure rather than by a passion to succeed. Sitting in her dorm studying night after night while the rest of the young drunks partied and fucked like rabbits. My guess was that nothing had changed from her college years except those four suffocating dorm walls were now replaced by four office walls plastered with degrees and pictures that falsely pointed to happiness. "So I told her about you and the services you provide for women." "Services?" Of course she was accurate with the term services; indeed I provided women with specialized services. Stripping them of control. As a young child I was taught to respect women, but through the years I had learned it was rare that a women returned that respect or even truly appreciated the respect men handed out pathetically. My first love had crushed my heart into oblivion. Of course I should have seen it coming; I had warranted the breakup with my detested romanticized ideals of women. It had been the summer of my Junior year, when I sat in my room pining over Claire Demson, the fucking bitch who used me up and spit me out, that I had discovered the truth about women. I had been flipping through a Playboy, looking at trashy women sprawling out their pussies for every man to see and fantasize over when it occurred to me that with the blessing of female anatomy also came control. Women were relishing in control simply because they had a fuck hole and tits. I flipped the page in a sting of anger. There on page 32, a blonde with huge fake breasts and a creamy center oozing nothing but sex was staring up at me from the glossy page. The bitch was trying to control my thoughts even from a goddamn magazine. The center of every man's fantasy was the center of every woman's being: her pussy. However, that left me with the question of what was the center of every man's being? Women could use their pussies to easily hook men but how often could a man hook a woman simply with his cock? But how often could a man hook a woman with his masculinity, aggressiveness and power? Power that was not derived from his cock, but power that was derived from the beginning of time, a power that was imbedded within a man's every vessel, a power that went beyond his sex. It all went back to caveman basics. Women didn't want a gentleman. They wanted a man with demeaning aggression and raw power, the center of every man's being. The trick was learning to tap into that power and to metaphorically shut a woman's legs and diminish her control. She was nothing with her legs closed, her power depleted. The problem was that men used their cocks to think and by doing so they willingly surrendered into woman's wide-open legs. That had been the defining day of manhood. I took on a new perspective of women. No longer did I wallow in self-pity about the complicated aspects of pleasing a women mentally and physically, instead I looked at every women as nothing more than a fuck toy waiting to cum in the presence of my power. Waiting to give into their deepest secrets and hand over every ounce of their control to revel and bask in the glory of their fantasy, my power. No longer was I in awe of women, but I was amused by their antics. Amused by the way they strutted around knowing every man was fantasizing about getting a piece of their hot tail and how they would use those sexual fantasies against every man as a lethal weapon to get their way. So I sat back, observed women from afar and began to cultivate ideas and theories that in my college years I would put to the test. College had been a blur of drinking, fucking, manipulating and photography. I had been an art major; the love of photography had captured my interest at a young age. I played the expected role of an Art major: sweet, sensitive, caring and the women loved it. Of course, playing a typical sensitive pansyass did not work in my favor on a sexual level but it allowed me inside access to the mind of women. I could clearly pinpoint their weaknesses, and knowing their weakness was a vital part in manipulating the little bitches to play right into my hand. Lisa Carter had been my first prey. She had been in a majority of my art history classes and her prize-winning smile and big tits gave her the title of "hottie" among the male population on campus. She showed off long shapely legs daily with short skirts. Tits she showed off by neglecting to wear a bra. Slender waist she showed off by wearing shirts that displayed her tanned midriff. With my innocent charm I had managed to befriend her. I gained her trust through the simplicities of friendship. I didn't pamper her or dote on her; I treated her like a platonic friend. Of course I wanted to fuck her, but even more than that, I wanted to strip her of her pathetic control. I was sickened by every male who allowed himself to be swallowed whole by deluded fantasies of her spread legs and willing hole that was ready to take hard cock. It was their fatal mistake; they were feeding women control and vanquishing every ounce of power they encompassed as men. I set my plan in motion one evening at the typical barbaric showcase called a college party. Lisa was oozing sex appeal in the corner with some guy who was flashing his pearly whites and smooth talking his way into her pants. I was conversing with some pale freckle faced girl with a turned-up nose and the holiest bubble ass I had ever laid eyes on. She smiled when a song with an upbeat rhythm blared through the speakers. "I LOVE this song!" I piped with enthusiasm. Sure enough, she grabbed my hand and began drunkenly spinning around as the music thumped. My hands seductively but teasingly traced the contours of her body, and soon she was grinding that bubble ass all over my hard-on. Lisa peered over and smiled at me but I paid no attention to her, I only paid attention to the ass that shaking shamelessly for me. The seed had been planted. In that fleeting moment Lisa realized I was the only male she didn't have sexual control over. With her new disappointing revelation she eased off Mr. Pearly Whites and passively glared at me as she pushed her way through the romping crowd. I took to avoiding Lisa. She would call and I would happen to neglect calling her back for four or five days. When I got around to returning her call, I had kept the conversations brisk and distant. This brutally reminded her she had no sexual power over me. It was an autosuggestion tactic and she played right into the next time we saw each other face to face. "I haven't seen you in an eternity," Lisa spoke in a disconcerted voice. "You have been impossible to get a hold of the last few months." I noticed the extra application of gloss she had smeared over her lips but kept myself from staring at those glistening lips for too long. "Yeah I know, it's just that girl I met at the party, Felicia. We have been hanging out a lot. You know how it is." I had stretched the truth into an obliterating white lie. Truth be told I hadn't even got the bubble ass girl's name, let alone spend quality fuck time with her. "In fact, I should hurry up. I'm meeting her later tonight." Forcing a shrug of my shoulders I reached for another piece of pizza. "She's lucky. You're not like any other guys out there." She purred into my ear as she simultaneously shifted closer to me in the tattered red booth. "I'm so sick of asshole guys, and I forgot how much I miss hanging out with you." Nonchalantly, I ripped off the pizza crust "Yeah I've missed hanging out with you too." I rammed the oversized bite of crust in my mouth and chomped loudly making it clear she had no control over me, that I was more interested in the pizza then her. She leaned in closer and the sent of her perfume permeated my nostrils, overpowering even the scent of melted cheese and greasy pepperoni. "I really want to show you something..." Her hand slid up my thigh. I peered down at her cheeky red fingernails clawing at the denim. Ah, she had made her move to regain a sense of control by appealing to my cock. A cheap trick. She was desperate. She stood in my dorm room 20 minutes later with her top off and her smooth tanned breasts slightly jiggled as altered her weight to showcase her womanly hips. Her dots grew hard and perked up in my direction making the moment rather endearing. "You like?" She moved closer. I said nothing. She tried harder to gain control. Pulling her skirt off and running her fingers over the delicate fabric of her sheer pink panties, she looked deep into my eyes, awaiting my reaction. I remained silent and still. An annoyance panged over her face and she moved to the bed and flopped back. Silence. Her finger slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. Her legs spread wide open. It was then I acted. Moving swiftly to her I reached out and pulled off her panties not with your typical male eagerness, but with a silent powerful force. She blankly stared back at me; her face had a hint of mild concern. I flipped her over on her stomach. She hesitated, body tense under my grasp, only she didn't struggle until my hands neared her tight little exit. "Hey!" she cooed as she began to squirm. "What's the problem I thought you wanted to fuck?" I slid her down to the end of the bed by yanking her small ankles. Her legs stumbled around until she met the ground with the soles of her feet, her pussy within my reach. My hands then found the center of her being and viciously began to explore. She struggled for a moment, but she was loosing the battle of control. Her body was giving in, showering me with her succulent liquid of pleasure that I smeared around her hole. Within an instant I undid my pants and rammed my hard throbbing cock into her ass without mercy. "Owwwww" she choked out, but instinctively she thrust up onto my stiffness as her fists gripped the wadded up blanket on my bed. I kept drilling in her deeper and deeper. Lisa Carter had been the first woman I had extended my services to. She came hard that night as I pounded her ass feverishly. She willingly gave up her control to her former 'sensitive, platonic, art major' friend. Lisa, the proud cock-tease, came back to me the next night ready to abandon all of her female control and drown in nothing more than my power. ---- "Yes. Fulfilling a woman's darkest fantasies." Marisole's rich eyes flickered with vice from behind the thick curtain of her dark lashes. "Turns out the little controlling bitch has a deep seeded desire to be dominated, but she can never bring herself to give up her control and take the plunge. I listened as she whined on about how she was raised with 'morals' and all that bullshit. She cant bring herself to explore the darker side of sex and pleasure...she's scared to abandon her control and put her morals at risk...and I am quoting her, divinely pathetic isn't it?" "So if this bitch is not willing to give up control, why are you bringing this up with me, Marisole? I'm not going to coerce some uptight bitch. That is not my style, in fact, that would go against the grain of my moral fibers." She strode over to me and slipped one arm around my neck and toyed with my hair. "I wasn't aware you had any morals." "Neither was I, but I felt it was only proper of me to object this crude and demeaning idea of coercing some bitch to drop her panties and let me spank her until she creams." "So now the paramour feels the need to be proper?" Her shapely brow arched up in question. "And the adulterer feels the need to smoke in my home?" I plucked the cigarette from her hand and chucked it in a glass of flat Champagne that occupied the side table. Marisole tossed back her head with a snort of laughter. "This is where it gets good. I thought she was talking in a drunken stupor, but this morning she came into my office and asked me if last night's conversation was 'serious,' as in she wanted more information on you..." A moment of silence fell upon us as I mulled the situation over. "She wants to set up a 'blind date.' I have taken the liberty to set up this so-called innocent blind date. She's defiant, she has that whole inner struggle going on of control verses being controlled, and she will be a very easy target if you play your cards right. You could have some fun knocking her off her pedestal" "All women are the same; they all have that inner submissive slut in them." She stood up, stretched her lean body out in a cat like manner and dutifully threw on the remainder of her rumbled up clothes "Fuck, I have to pick Danny up from soccer practice." ---- I knew it was her from the moment she entered the bar, with her tight black skirt hugging her round ass. Her hips swayed in a precise rhythmic dance as she strode to the bar and ordered. There was a confident poise about her that seemed to make every cock rise with her arrival. Of course she was aware of this. Effortlessly, she sat down, placed her drink on the small circular coaster, and promptly wiped off the remnants of slopped over beer from some drunken frat boys who had previously occupied the table. Once satisfied with the clean table she dug a book out of her purse and with one quick sweep of the room she momentary made eye contact with me before she opened it book and began to read. She made it clear I was supposed to bend to her female control and approach her. I smiled. She was the type of woman men feared mentally, but lusted after physically, knowing she had an alluring, lethal effect on men's libidos: the type of alluring effect that would drive a man half mad simply to feel his cock buried deep within her warm walls of womanhood. Sluggishly, I sipped my drink as I watched her immerse herself in the paperback book, drowning out all the frat boys' loud testimonials of their "kinky threesome" which was suppose to impress all the surrounding drunk males in the bar. Taking one last burning sip, I took her bait. Manipulated into Submission "Well-" "If you think I'm sitting alone for the purpose of scouting out for a potential lay, then you have falsely assumed and I would suggest you go back to your table and sit down." She hadn't looked up from her book as she spoke; her words were sharp but methodically spoken. When I didn't move, her eyes cast up, a brilliant shade of fierce blue staring at me, almost burning through me. With her book still in hand, I saw the connection in her eyes as they focused in on me, as if she was silently asking me if I was her 'blind date.' "Are you usually this-" "What, charming...and...witty?" The words slid off her tongue, full of spite. "I suppose when you swing your ass around the way you do you can afford to be a hostile bitch and no one will call you on it." "A hostile bitch? Aren't you the charmer." She delicately put her book down and dared me with her fierce eyes to take a seat. Without looking away, I pulled up a seat, purposely taking a moment to adjust myself in the hard backed chair. "I'm terribly sorry I mistook you for another sleezy drunk, but I didn't suspect my blind date would be lurking in the shadows watching me like an inculcate boy with a hard-on. So I assumed you were yet another drunk watching me and picturing me naked." "Well I was fantasizing about you naked, if you want me to be prudently honest." She let out a low, forced laugh; perhaps it was a nervous habit. "So is this how you cater to all your blind dates? Set up the meet in a shit-hole bar, lurk in the shadows from across the room with shifty eyes, proceed to call them bitchy, then confess you were picturing them naked?" Her bold manner amused me, as did her female illusion of confidence. I felt the need to drag the conversation out as a means of torturous foreplay. Watching her poise and grace as she controlled the situation with a cool facade made it all the more thrilling knowing she would be handing herself over to me, allowing me to do what I willed with her body. Inviting me into the darkest corners of her filth-ridden fantasies. For a split second the image of her naked trembling body beneath my grasp, the taste of her salty tear streaked cheeks, the look of her confidence that once danced in her eyes being replaced by raw fear raced through my mind...I stopped myself from reveling in my ramped imagination and forced myself to keep control of the task at hand. "First, keep in mind I had nothing to do with the selection of this location, it was Marisole who picked this spot so you will have to take that up with her." "Well, this does seem like a place she would frequent." "Second, the thing is, Stella, I know your looking for cock, and I know you wouldn't mind my eyes scanning your tight and toned body." I leaned back. Her face flushed and her mouth formed into a small shocked "o" shape. "We both know this blind date is bullshit. It is an interview to see if you would be so inclined to get naughty with me. I know all about what you want from me and that's why I'm here. I would appreciate it if we didn't pussyfoot around the point of this so-called blind date." I took a moment of pause to smile at my word choice. "So, Stella, I'm not here to sweep you off your feet and mingle with you over fine cocktails and get to know you. I know what I need to know about you and it is you who must decide where you want to go from here. If you're too chicken-shit to act out your fantasies, then that is fine; but if that's the case, tell me now so I am not wasting my time in a shit-hole bar, mingling with an ill-tempered controlling woman." She began to tap her fingers on her book; then, realizing her nervous habit, she nonchalantly placed her hand around her cool glass, looking at me as if she was inspecting a fine diamond, or perhaps a piece of shit that somehow managed to cling to the bottom of her shoe. She said nothing for a few beats; she only sipped at her drink keeping her eyes locked on me. "I can appreciate a man who cuts to the point, but you are displaying rather vulgar behavior and how am I suppose to entrust my safety to someone like you?" "If I am so vulgar then why haven't you dismissed yourself? Admit it; you are intrigued by my mannerisms, or lack of. You are used to people fussing over you, swooning over you, aiming to please you. I aim to please; in fact, I have never had a single complaint, which I think you know since you did an extensive background check on me. But like you said, I am to the point Stella, I am not going to talk you into anything or help you make your decision; that decision is yours alone. Either you trust me, or you don't. Me being vulgar, in your opinion, may factor into your decision, but I will have you know that I have to be sure the women I service are prepared for what lies ahead. It is not in the woman's best interest if I sugar-coat my intentions and lure her into something she is not fully ready to understand". She let out a small "Mmm" of what sounded like a hesitant approval before holding up her drink and swaying it back and forth, ice cubes clamoring together. "Would you be so kind as to buy me another drink?" With her free hand she collected her book and slipped it back into her open purse. "I would love to" ---- Within a half hour we were walking under the night sky. She trailed a few paces behind, purposely, which I gathered was to prevent an exchange of friendly conversation between us; apparently she hadn't been too bewitched by my charm. The clank of her shoes on the pavement and the buzz of the streetlights added a tension that we both undeniably felt. It was all I could do to keep from turning my head back to get a glimpse of her stone-cold face that seemed to fight to conceal all of her thoughts and nerves. We rounded the corner and came upon my house; I unlatched the gate and walked up the door, jingling my keys intentionally to break the silence. "Remember your safe word and hand signal. It stops anytime you want it to." I opened the door; she walked in as I followed behind, getting a view of her sculpted legs. I turned and crossed my arms with authority as I watched her marvel my home. Her eyes twinkled as she scanned the paintings and photographs that adorned the walls. "Strip." I ordered, catching her off guard. Turning around and looking a bit stunned, her mouth parted to protest; but she said nothing, with quick recovery her eyes grew cold. "I dislike repeating myself. I said strip. Now." Of course she had expected to ease into this despite the blatant exchange that took place at the bar. Perhaps part of her still hoped I would offer her some coffee and we could sip it quietly out of delicate espresso cups as she gained the courage to continue with the evening. Long fingers unbuttoned her coat, tossing it on the hall floor. Her hands then reached the hem of her shirt and she pulled it off, tossing it on the floor as well. I watched her closely as she discarded every layer of clothing; all the while her head was held high, a lethal look of a scorned woman lingering on her face. The soft amber light of the hall cast a glow of pure seduction that danced off her naked skin. She was challenging me, determined to obey my orders in attempt to keep control. Holding her hands at her side, she stood completely exposed to me. I ran my eyes up her legs and paused once I got to the sweetest part of a women's body, that smooth, shaved, delicious looking part, the center of her being. She shifted uncomfortably as she felt the heat of my stare on her bare skin; I lulled my gaze up to her breasts that stood giddily at attention. Slowly, I walked near her, circling her as if she were my prey, scrutinizing ever inch of her, making sure she was up to par. Being an ass man, I allowed myself the early pleasure of swiftly slapping her firm cheeks. She jerked and her breath caught, but she remained still, not veering from my touch. I eased my hand and cupped her now rosy roundness sending a small shiver up her spine and a bolt of electricity through my cock, stiffening it immediately. She instinctively jumped away as my index finger neared her asshole. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her back in place. "You will not pull away from me. Do you understand?" "Fine." She snapped in defiance. "Not fine. I asked you a question, answer with a yes or no." "Yes." "Yes what, Stella? "YES, I understand!" She stood perfectly rigid in all efforts to remain in control as I continued to let my finger circle dangerously close once more. I often wondered why women were so touchy about their assholes. It was as if it was the forbidden fruit, off-limits, but once they experienced someone taking a bite, they couldn't get enough of it. "I've always enjoyed a nice tight little asshole." Oh how glorious it was going to be when I tore down those walls of her false sense of control and forced her to realize I was the one in control, and she was nothing but a withering, pathetic, frightened woman. "Walk down the hall, enter the last bedroom on your right. Lay on the bed." Just like she strode into the bar with complete confidence, she walked down the hall wearing nothing but her creamy skin. When she entered the room, she would see the table arranged with a wide variety of gags, clamps, whips, spreaders, and other various toys along with chains and hooks that sprouted down from the ceiling and walls. This was my way of letting her know exactly what she was getting into. I got a rush from knowing she would lay on the bed, eyes wildly scanning the room with terror building under her skin, causing every hair on her body to stand straight up. Stella, of course, would be steadfast on proving herself no matter what the situation; she was not the type to second-guess her decisions, but she would feel the terror build as time ticked away in my little room of horrors. "Hands over your head," I said flatly as I entered the room thirty minutes later. Keeping her eyes on the ceiling, she obeyed. I placed her wrists in the leather cuffs that were attached to the headboard, and as I worked my way down to her ankles I could feel her apprehension. To help her along, I slid my hand between her tightly pressed knees and forcefully pried her legs and restrained each ankle. I stepped back to look over my handy-work and revel in her helplessness. The silver spreader bar stretched her legs apart, making her bite her lower lip in discomfort. Eyes still on the ceiling, she tried to ignore me. To finish the job, I strapped on a ball gag that made her lips appear all the more alluring. "Speechless, I see." Retrieving the clamps I swayed them in front of her face with a grimacing smile. "These will hurt Stella but I think you will grow to like them. First, however, we need to prepare those amazing tits of yours." I kneaded her dark pink tits, pulling, pinching and flicking them. Her head turned to the side as if she was forcefully trying to pay no heed to her hardening tits. "Tantalizing isn't it?" With out hesitation, I snapped the clamp onto her erect left nipple. Her head shot in my direction, eyes brimming with tears. I snapped the paired clamp into place and this time her body wrestled against her restraints. Gazing down at her naked body, I reached down and picked up the next set of clamps. "You have some gorgeous lips that need to be attended too, wouldn't you say?" I sundered my way down to the edge of the bed where I peered between her spread legs, marveling at the contours of her pussy. Pausing a moment, I lightly dragged my fingers between her moist, heated lips. Her hips gyrated at my touch and I fought the urge to violate her with my fingers and watch her body tremble on the brink of losing control. Quickly, I pulled my fingers away from her pleading pussy. "You are weak Stella; you secretly are tired of being fake, tired of being something you're not, tired of looking for power between your legs. You have an urge to submit, for someone to strip you of your power and escape the perils of being a woman. This is what you wanted, to surrender, remember?" She threw me a venomous stare. "Now, lets try this again. I asked you a question and you are to be polite and answer me with a nod. These lips need to be attended to, correct?" She nodded slowly this time, in pure detest. "Good girl." I took the clamps and placed one on her thick outer lip. Her hips bucked, and a muffled pleading filled the room. I ignored the groans and I pinched the next clamp to the opposing lip. I've always been aroused by larger, more defined pussy lips; they made a woman look mature, and there was no sexier sight than clamps pinching on sleek, inflamed, mature lips. Now she looked absolutely extraordinary. Her auburn hair disheveled and draped over the pillow, her body spread out and displayed as perfectly helpless. She was still fighting to remain in control, fighting her tears, fighting her body's response to my dominant control, and fighting the urge to slip into the unknown. "You know what you are going to do Stella?" Promptly I unzipped my pants and pulled out my aching cock and straddled her upper body. "I am going to take your gag off, and you are going to ask me to fuck your mouth. If I don't believe you WANT my cock in your mouth you will be severely punished. Are we clear?" Hesitantly she nodded. I reached around to unbuckle her gag, and a small gasp escaped as she twitched her mouth around, reveling in her freedom. I eased my cock inches away from her sultry pert mouth and waited. "Pleas..." Her voice was low and raspy. "I w-want...I want...." No longer was she a well-spoken woman with confidence and wit, but a beat down hostage, stumbling over her words with fear biting at her tongue. "What do you want Stella?" I asked sharply, feeling a sense of control at her small, pathetic little voice. "I want you to stick your dick in my m-m ..." "You want me to fuck your mouth?" "Yes.." She opened her mouth, now awaiting my appetizing member. "I told you to say it like you mean it." Her voice now sounded even wearer and more fragile as the words 'please' escaped her pouty lips. I moved off her shivering body and with annoyance freed her arms and ankles. Without mercy I heaved her out of bed, her body tensing as she struggled to stand up. A panicked look overtook her as she finally began to beg, not for my cock but for me to spare the punishment she knew she so rightfully deserved. Punishment was one of my favorite rituals of servicing women; nothing topped being part of a woman's very first punishment. It was almost a right of passage. Some women fingered themselves to the thought of being spanked by a strong hand, but they never quite understand the full extent of a real punishment. Fantasizing about pain and enduring it are two very separate issues. One's first punishment is always a terrifying way to separate fantasy from the reality of punishment; yes, tears are shed, screams of pain shrieked, but the darkness of their desires are fed, their need to submit and be controlled is taken to new levels that more arousing than one may imagine. To simply be a part of one's awakening to the bliss of pain and the deep waters of ultimate trust is exhilarating. One year out of college, I began to date a stripper who went by the alias of Dame, a rather ridiculous name. I originally thought her stage name was a clever tribute to blowjobs being so close to 'dome' and all, but on a dreary night she told me the mundane story of Princess Dame who had littered her storybooks with promises of happiness when she was a child. Apparently Princess Dame had given her so much inspiration she chose Dame as her stage name. Truly a touching story of a little girl full of hope growing up to choose a career of grinding her twat in a bald man's fat face for dollar bills. Despite Dame's stripper status, she was not an easy lay. I had to manipulate her into the sack, which had been fairly unproblematic once I gave her the fairytale courtship Princess Dame would have approved of. After months of providing her with expensive gifts, lavishing her in attention, and making slow love to her on a regular basis, I had implanted the idea of light bondage into her head. Two weeks later she came to me in giddy delight proudly swinging a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs, completely clueless that she had played into my manipulation. A few weeks later after an evening of drugged-out fucking she curled up in a small ball, snuggling against my chest. "I like how you're so rough with me," she sighed as she listened to my heartbeat. I stared at the gray ceiling and watched in a state of ennui as the ceiling fan spun around and made a drowning sound. "I have a fantasy of being spanked," she giggled and I diverted my attention from the ceiling to her girlish face. The wonders of cosmetics had defiantly been a damper on the relationship. I had met her as she danced on the table of mirrors, her face bending down, inches away from mine. Dark lashes peeked back at me, well define sensual eyes glared at me, seductive red lips taunted me, dewy skin glowed with sex. She had seemed so dangerously alluring but I soon discovered after her make-up was chiseled off that her blank girlish face was no longer dangerously alluring, but pathetically sweet. "Really? I wasn't aware of that. Perhaps you are a naughty girl in need of punishment." It had been a week since I had brought home a porno with an array of tall leggy women gushing loads of hot sticky goo as they got spanked. It was another way to plant the seed into my malleable Dame's head. Giggles escaped her and she sat up "I have been reaaaaaaaaaaly naughty, what are you going to do!?" Her eyes were filled with adventure. "I think my naughty girl needs to get punished," I teased in a coaxing voice that brought her to an eruption of annoying giggles once more. She mounted my chest with a grin on her face from ear to ear. "Seriously, We could try it...I mean I will go easy on you, just a few light spankings to see how you like it." It never hurt to play the apprehensive boyfriend who wanted to appease his girlfriend. "Really?!" "Yeah...I guess. Should we tie you up first? No, nevermind...that would be a bit over the top for our first time trying this, I don't want to scare you." I laid out the workings of making her feel guilty at the thought of me scaring her. She was desperately needy and willing to do anything to prove just how much she loved and trusted me. It was the insecure bitches who were so much fun to toy with. "No, you can tie me up and then spank me...that's what happens to nuaaaaaaaaaughty girls, and nuaaaaaaaaughty girls need to get punished!" Without further protest I efficiently tied her to the bed. She lay flat on her stomach, head cocked to the side and her flawless ass displayed before me. Hastily, my hand came down on her bare luminous ass and a smack sound boomed through the room. She flinched and moaned, wiggling her petite frame around the best she could. Again I spanked her, but with more speed and a rush of adrenalin. Soon enough, I was caught up in the thrill of my manipulation and the spankings increased with a rapture of terror washing over her. Tears soon poured out of her mascara-less eyes as she tried her best to squirm away from my hand. There was no escape and my poor little Dame's annoying giggles had come to an end. With my free hand I pumped my cock and with every whimper she moaned I neared orgasm. Her pussy grew wet as her ass grew redder. Soon an unbearable but welcoming heat exploded through me, and shooting my load all over her, the spankings came to a halt as I panted for air, staring at her swollen back end. Her teary red face looked up at me. "What the fuck was that? You said you would go lightly on me!" "I thought we had come to the conclusion you had been a naughty girl and needed to be spanked? I take naughty behavior very seriously Dame. You needed to be punished." Before she could complain in her pitiful voice I rubbed her favorite stop sending her into the thralls of ecstasy. Manipulated into Submission ---- "Stand up, now." I ordered. Stella meekly stood wrapping her arm in a protective nature around her clamped tits and wet pussy. All her confidence had drained away. The clamp chains dangled down hitting her bare torso and her thighs. "What did I tell you to do?" "Beg." "Did you beg?" "No...I-I-" Fear loomed hazily in her eyes. "Stand under the chain and hold your arms up." She moved to the center of the room where the large hook dominated the ceiling. A thick, sturdy chain draped from the hook and suspension handcuffs attached to one of the links made her eyes grow wide. With her hands raised I noticed I should adjust the cuffs to accommodate her shorter stature, but I went ahead and cuffed in her hands anyway, stretching her body so on her tipy toes she was barely touching the ground. I thought about slipping back on the gag but I wanted to hear her incriminating screams, to hear her beg me to stop, to watch her mouth twist up with each crack of the riding crop. Within minutes she could no longer choke back her tears; with each merciless crack of the riding crop she shrieked in pain and her body struggled to regain balance. Her hair was plastered to her dewy cheeks and damp forehead as her head tossed around wildly with each attempt to avoid the crop against her skin. Her cool exterior was now broken; she was nothing but a frightened little girl. Now with her head hung low, her body limp and no longer fighting the humiliating attack, I stopped, came around, and lifted her chin. "Are you ready to behave?" She nodded eagerly, pleading with her eyes for me to stop. I reached between her legs and felt her heated slickness. I smiled at her and her eyes diverted in shame as she blinked another tear away. "Looks like your pussy enjoyed this." Soothingly, I began to massage up and down her slit as her juices covered my fingers, and bringing them up to my lips, I tasted her sweetness. "Delicious, I do believe you should get the pleasure of tasting your punishment." I pulled away and retrieved a large dildo, placed it near her entrance and to my surprise her body tried to lower onto the blue plastic cock; she needed it inside her. Teasingly, I circled her clit while I reached up and tugged on her nipple clamps. Her tears were dried up and were replaced with lust. I slid the very tip of the dildo into her and she squirmed around, throwing her head back, waiting to be violate with ferocious thrusts. "You want this inside of you, don't you?" I edged the dildo a bit deeper, and a light groan escaped her lips. With one last hard tug on her nipple clamps, I withdrew the tip of the dildo that gleamed with her sweetness and shoved it her mouth, pushing it in and out at erratically. "Now, are you ready to beg me for my cock?" I asked, with one final shove that made her gag on the plastic. She blinked, which I took as a "yes," and withdrew the dildo and un-cuffed her. Feet firmly touching the ground, I pushed her to her knees. "Beg." Eyes dropping, lower lip shaking, she was terrified at the thought of following through with such a demeaning order; her tear-streaked cheeks were growing beyond the pale shade she possessed when I first saw her to to a ghostly translucent shade of the dead. Stella began to beg in a much more convincing manner. She rapidly spoke, her voice high and cracking desperately as she tried to grab onto any shred of dignity and control she might have had left. Seizing the back of her auburn mane, I scooped out my cock with my free hand; her moist lips greeted the tip. I wanted to consume her mouth with nothing more than my power. I smashed past her lips leaving her no choice but to opened wider and take all of me. Raping her mouth, furiously pumping away, making her work overtime to keep up with my wild bucks, she started to gag. I could feel her throat convulse around my cock and it was an utter rush of dominance to use her mouth simply as a fuck toy. Her hands frantically reached up to loosen the grasp I had on her hair as her tongue stubbornly tried to keep up with short rushed swirls. I pounded in and out until she lowered her hands to the side, it was a silent submission on her part; she understood now. The last shred of control she possessed was demolished. Slowing the pace down, I welcomed her tongue as it slid up and down my shaft. Her head methodically moved up and down with great care and precision. Rousing warmth washed over every square inch of my manhood and on purely instinctive reflexes she reached up and began toying with my balls. Teeth lightly scraped against my tender skin, she pulled back to pay homage to my thick head and simultaneously we both exhaled low grunts of thick boiling passion. It was explosive. My body tensed as she picked up her pace, her head bobbing faster, my fingers looping around her thick deep copper hair as the edge of orgasm flashed through me with mind-blowing intensity. With one last firm grasp on her hair I plummeted my cock to the back of her throat as I finished. She eagerly allowed my cum to slither down her throat with a half choking gulp. I have always had much admiration for women who can suck cock well. A woman who can abandon her surroundings and immerse herself in nothing but the exquisite feel of power invading her mouth and simply basks in the glory of pleasing a man with every fiber of her being is definitely the kind of woman every man requires. These women were rare; most women fumble and couldn't suck cock well if their life depended on it. It's an intriguing concept really, women thinking the act of providing a man with oral pleasure is somehow 'dirty' and yet lapping away at their pussy juices is expected of the entire male population. I looked down at Stella's chest heaving as she sedately brought her hand to her mouth to wipe away the remnants of my desire from her pert lips...I felt a stir of respect for her. "You're going to put on a little show for me, Stella." Her eyes widen with alarm, but before she could protest verbally I placed the ball gag back between her glistening lips as she kneeled before my feet. "Sit on the bed. Spread your legs for me. I want you to finger-fuck yourself but you are not allowed to cum unless I give you permission. Understand?" She lulled for a moment before nodding her head and positioning her nude body on the edge of the bed, creamy thighs spread wide for my viewing pleasure. I watched attentively as her slender finger came in contact with her stiffened clit. She jerked away from her touch and dragged her fingers down her seductive slit, then brought her newly drenched fingers back to her clit where she began circling it with a light touch. As she added pressure, her body began to flush with a warm rosy tint. The chains on the nipple clamps bounced around with every thrust of her hips as she plunged her two fingers deep inside herself. I could feel another wave of pressure building within me and suddenly she stopped, withdrawing her fingers from her slippery pussy. Our eyes locked in an mesmerizing silence while I let her regain her composure. "Continue." She looked shocked, but ventured forward. This time she avoided her clit by tugging at the connecting chains of her nipple clamps while her other hand pulled on the clamps placed on her swollen lips. Gingerly, her fingers plunged back into her tightness, fiercely finger-fucking herself. It only took a minute before she had to stop. I could tell it was difficult for her to pull her fingers away from her pleading pussy; it took all of her effort to abandon her growing fiery appetite. A minute or two ticked away and once again I instructed her to continue. This time, she shook her head wildly. "You're going to have to learn control, Stella. Either you obey me and do as I instruct, or I will have to devise another punishment for your lack of respect." It was actually a no-win situation for her. It was a cruel tactic, because I knew she wouldn't be able to bear one more caress of her sensitive area without cumming. Not following my orders would be cause for punishment and following my orders would end in with an intense orgasm which would be going against my orders. Tears trickled down her face as she once more and she shook her head "no." "Unacceptable!" I grabbed her by the arm and heaved her body over the large oak desk I inherited from my grandfather. I recalled his wrinkly figure sitting at the desk when I was a child writing letters to anyone who would listen; he suffered from the condition known as loneliness. He chose to seek refuge by writing detailed letters of his daily life to anyone who would supply him with their address. Truthfully, it was rather pathetic and as I stared down into his coffin at his marbled face I decided, at the tender age of 13, that I never wanted to become a senile old bastard who inconvenienced everyone with dull letters of nothing more than pathetic ramblings. So as an ode to my grandfather, I took his oak desk and used it to bend pathetic women over and fuck them, making their loneliness fade away in waves of orgasmic bliss. I pulled off the nipple clamps and made my way below her waist where I also freed her inflamed lips. She shrieked, her face contorting into a painful display of gratification. Shoving her face in the rotted oak, my free fingers ruggedly pinched and groped at her engorged clit. This sent her over the edge. She tried to thrust away from me, writhe out of my grasp, her hands clawing at air, fist pounding the table. In an instant she came, and I continued to maul her overly sensitive nub with no apathy. The sound of her stifling moans grew louder as she lost control. She tried to escape the wicked assault, but I persisted and sent her through a spasm of whirling orgasms. Her body submitted. Grinding on my hand shamelessly, rocking against my fingertips with urgency, arching her back with uninhibited animalistic instincts. Pulling my fingers away and releasing my grip on her neck, she turned her head around at me. Eyes puffy, face sodden with tears, nose snotty and red, lip trembling, body perspiring and her chest hoisting up in attempts to welcome the murky oxygen. "I didn't tell you to cum, now did I? On your knees." She was too weak to even look concerned. Wiping away her tears she stumbled to the ground, using all her energy to hold her body up. Retrieving the dildo and lube, I placed them down before her gaze. "Lube up the dildo." Moving in almost slow motion, she lifted her heavy limbs and did as I instructed. "On all fours." Looking at me wearily, she adjusted herself on all fours while holding the greasy dildo in her fist. "You're going to fuck your ass with the assistance of the dildo, Stella. You will learn to follow orders. Proceed." She started to cry again, tears dripping to the floor as her body hunkered down in the dim light. With hesitance she took the plastic cock and reached back, moving sloppily around her ass in attempts to find the entrance. I looked at the spectacle of the broken down woman. She was irresistible, not one trace of the woman I had met in the bar was left. She was now weak, pitiful, meek and out of control, but most of all, she was humiliated. --- "I gave you an order Stella, fuck your ass." His voice was muffled by the sound of her own tears. She shakily pressed the dildo against the entrance that was never suppose to be an entrance, pushing it until the tip sank in. She knew all she had to say was the safe word and this whole nightmare would conclude, and she could slap this fucker, spit on him, and tell him he was a fucking disgrace to mankind. Why wouldn't she put a stop to her own humiliation? Was she humiliated or was she excited? No, not excited, she told herself, but the aching between her legs told her otherwise. All she had wanted was to explore the darker fantasies she had been harboring for so long, the fantasies that taunted her during the nights and the fantasies that embarrassed her during the days. Marisole had given her the push, given her a valid reason to surrender to her fantasy; "What is life if you don't have the gull to fulfill your inner most desires?" she had asked Stella in her silky voice as she sipped her cosmo. Stella's boring life had been intertwined with this man she barely knew, this man who now gazed down on her, eyes piercing through her as she kneeled on all fours, fucking her ass with plastic. This wasn't her fantasy, to fuck herself in the ass with a dildo, was it? A small shudder of discomfort convulsed through her broken down body. "Fuck yourself. Nice and hard." She retracted the dildo and then pounded it back in despite the dull pain penetrating her virgin hole. Why wasn't she stopping this? Her tears were burning her eyes; she was angry with herself. Angry for feeling a small twinge of pleasure stirring in the pit of her stomach. She had given in completely. The humiliation excited her. She clenched around the thick plastic dildo, an instinctive moan escaping to her horror as she pushed deeper. She was disgusted with herself, but she couldn't stop. She was pumping herself with plastic using quick strokes. She didn't let up, she wouldn't; she would continue until she received further instructions. She was drowning in satisfaction, pain, humiliation and excitement. The feeling of his eyes watching her every stroke made her feel completely vulnerable. To her dread, she felt her orgasm springing to life. She silently was begging him to give her permission to cum. Rocking back onto the dildo, ass swaying and pushing hungrily, she drove the dildo with limitless abandonment feeling as if she was going to split in two. She had no control. Within moments, she felt her pussy sputter warm cream that ran down her thigh and before she could even comprehend what had happened she felt another explosion of red hot passion as she furiously raped her ass uncontrollably and with such aggression it frightened her. Soon her body gave up. Every limb was weighted down with a sultry fog. Dropping the dildo and bracing herself with both hands she sporadically tried to breathe and fight the deafening blackness that was hindering her vision. "You're one dirty slut, Stella. Fucking your shit hole and cumming oceans of pleasure. This was suppose to be a punishment and instead you came like a dirty slut." He bent over and picked up the dildo she had dropped in an orgasmic flurry and brought it around to her lips. "Clean this off, and it seems you have made a mess all over my hardwood floors like an untrained dog, rather pathetic. You will lick up every drop of the incriminating evidence of your pleasure off of my floor. Then you will stand up spread your legs wide, hands behind your neck and stand in that position until I return. Do you understand?" Breathlessly she nodded and took hold of the dildo. Without remorse, she sucked it clean and lapped up every remnant of her orgasms off his floor just like instructed. When she stood up in the ordered position, he silently left the room. Her knees were barely holding her up, she was in a pleasure-filled daze, and she continually found herself conjuring up dirty, graphic episodes of what he could do to her. Shutting her eyes, she tried to think of something else, anything else. Standing naked with her legs spread wide and pussy shamelessly aching to be filled, Stella realized her life was incredibly unfulfilling. Work was her life; her pleasure was founded by control. Working hard, working her way to the top, working her way into an office with a pristine view and employees under her control had been her dream. Control had been her drive, but yet she stood in a stranger's house waiting for him to return in hopes of being once more humiliated by him. Something had been missing from her life. Excitement? The unexpected? Sex? Passion? Control? She didn't know, she didn't understand why she was still standing in this room of horrors and putting herself in this position when every muscle in her body was begging her to give up, to leave, to get the hell out of this man's house and seek refuge in the safety of her home. He had called her a fake, was she fake? Had she really been in as control as she thought or had it been an illusion all along? To her relief the door opened and he stepped in carrying her clothes. Dropping them at her feet his eyes locked with hers. "I see you followed orders this time. You may get dressed and you are dismissed." "That was it?" She questioned. Didn't he want her, want to have her, punish her for being a dirty slut? "You don't deserve my cock at this point in time, Stella. However, you have potential and I encourage you to allow us to take this further and reach new heights in the future. But you will have to earn my cock. If you choose to earn my cock, you are to crawl on all fours to the front door and vacate my home. If you want to end this all now then you are to walk out of here. Simple as that. It is your choice but I do warn you Stella, that if you wish to take this further, by crawling out of here you are signing a silent contract to submit to me at any time, and in any place. Your new job description will be my 'Dirty Slut,' and you will submit in attempts to earn my cock." With that he disappeared, leaving her to make her choice. She stepped back into her clothes and smoothed her hair back into a sleek ponytail. Then without hesitation, Stella got on her hands and knees and crawled down the hallway to the front door where he stood like a stone statue, only moving to open the door. She crawled out onto the porch and when the door shut behind her and she was surrounded by darkness. ---- It had been two weeks and three days since Stella had heard from him. She was consumed with a constant influx of feelings: relief, dread and anticipation. When not at work, she devoted herself to making sense of the predicament she had gotten herself into. Over and over she replayed the last scene of that day, her crawling down the hall and out of the door. She felt vile every time she pictured that moment of weakness. 'A silent contract'. A silent contract that wasn't reversible? With coffee in hand, she walked past Mike, barely acknowledging him as usual. "Miss Reed, There is a man in your office who doesn't have an appointment...H-h-he says, um, he insisted on waiting in your office....he made it sound as if he was your....boyfriend? I can call security...I mean I should have-" "Its fine Mike. Get back to work." She took a deep breath before opening the door. He was seated at her desk chair, hands folded and waiting patiently. Shutting the door, she tried to hide her nerves. "Stella. On your knees." Moving hastily she obeyed with surprising eagerness. "Your office is rather blasé; I did not expect to step into an office with cluttered trolls lining your computer top, or cute kitten calendars staring back at me. But this Stella, this cold, empty, pathetically dry office says a lot about your character. And that infantile secretary you have hired also says a lot about your character. Either you have no taste in décor and employees or you are so dull and self-righteous you feel the need to distance yourself from the world by surrounding yourself in bleakness and dimwitted people to make yourself feel superior. You are rather interesting, Stella." She said nothing, purposely keeping her eyes down just like she had witnessed the blonde slut in the porno do when her master was speaking to her. A knock at the door startled her but she didn't dare flinch, even when sheer embarrassment raced over her body. She was not about to let anyone in this company see her on her knees like some cheap whore. "Come in." He used a soothing tone. The door clicked open, and at that moment she darted off her knees, spun around to meet Mike's blotchy face. A sigh of relief, it was only Mike. Manipulated Powerless Furious, I was mad. How could he have done such a thing to me? That was the last straw. How could I even think of forgiving him or stay with him after this? Words where spinning through my mind like they where taking a ride on a little roller coaster in my head. I couldn't think straight. “You bastard!” I said in the coldest voice I could muster up. “I can't...” He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me towards him. He looked straight at me with those piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut down my sentence with one blow. I couldn't read those thoughts of his. There was a strange look in his eyes I had never seen it before. Seconds passed till he pulled me closer and kissed me passionately, forcing his tongue in to my mouth. I pushed him back and raised my arm to hit him but he grabbed my wrist inches from his face. Before I could think he spun me round, my hand was twisted behind my back and his other arm was across my chest holding me secure. I was powerless. I squirmed a little but rubbed his hand across my chest up my neck till he pushed my chin and my head was on his shoulder and my neck was exposed and vulnerable for the kill. He kissed my neck, nibbling and sucking. I melted to his touch. I relaxed in his clutches. What else could I do? He knew exactly where my weak spots where and was using them to his advantage. I was at his mercy and I couldn't believe that all the strength I walked in with was crumbling there and then, as I was in his arms. He turned me round, looked at me again with those eyes I fell in love with. The harshness had gone and all that was left was a man, an equal human being. He kissed me more passionately than before and more than I could cope with. I collapsed totally and I surrendered every last emotion that I had left. What else could I do, I was nothing with out him. His hands touched me in a way I had never been touched. Rubbing my back strongly, firmly. I still could not have escaped from his arms if I tried. His kisses and touch sent me on a different roller coaster, one of erotic feelings and thoughts. He became like an animal, playing rough. I pulled away only to see the return of those piercing eyes and I became frightened. He pushed me on to the bed and ripped of my shirt. I didn't say anything, as nothing needed to be said. He pinned me down to the bed ad he kissed my chest. He rubbed my arms as he brought his arms down to my breasts to release them from my underwear. He cupped them in his hand squeezing them, kneading them, Sucking my nipples erect. I was writhing beneath him, lost on my roller coaster, lost. He ripped at the flies on my jeans and pulled them of, along with my knickers. I tried to sit up and speak. The roller coaster had come to a halt and I was coming to come to my senses. This was not what I wanted. I was mad. How could I let him do what he wanted, give him pleasure and above all think that he could win me over with pleasure? He pined me down again and kissed me once more. I was wrong, He was winning. He was sending me trough realms of feelings and pleasures that I never thought I could experience. He was the hunter I was the hunted. I was his prey; I was the submissive animal. I let him have his victory, bask in the glory of his catch. He was the proud one who released me for seconds to unleash his weapon with which he was to make the kill. I was ready, I was wet, I waited. With one thrust I was impaled. He took it out and rammed me so hard that my soul was hit and I thought I had truly died. Out again and he looked at me. Those eyes turned soft again as he knelt down and caressed my belly with his tongue. He took his tongue further down and with long strokes sent me on that roller coaster of desire. Fires where erupting with every probe of my hot wet cunt. He knew this was torture, as I wanted to be impaled on his weapon again. He was lapping up the juices of success and enjoying every minute of it. I was turned on to my belly with no hassle. He raised up my bum an opened my cheeks and lips. His tongue went probing again and I felt a soft warmth in my arse. I was in ecstasy and paralysed with the feeling. He raised himself and rammed his cock deep in my searching cunt. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper till with every stroke I yelped in pain. I couldn't stop him, nothing could stop him. He was on his own. Lost in his own world. He began to moan and shudder as I too convulsed with spasms of orgasm. We both collapsed with exhaustion. I managed to turn underneath him as we embraced. So tight were the arms around me, so intense the moment, so confused I was, so a tear rolled down my cheek. Manipulated Virgin Secretary Sameer was losing his mind. He would try concentrating on his work but his thoughts would continuously wander into imagining a sexual encounter with his secretary, Sonia. And how was he to resist this temptation? Day after day, week after week and month after month she had been working with him, sitting directly across from him and giving him an ample view of her gorgeous figure. Sonia wasn't one to show off her body, she was rather the shy type, but it didn't take x-ray vision to figure out that beneath the conservatively clothed exterior which screamed 'I have low self esteem' lay a body that was perfect in every way and was untouched by anyone. In fact Sameer was almost positive that Sonia was still a virgin. And then there was the occasional and apparently random eye contact between them which one of them would politely end with a brief smile and go back to work. Was it a sign? Was Sonia also equally interested in Sameer? He couldn't know for sure. "Probably not," thought Sameer considering his wife Katrina was Vice President of the same company that Sameer was the President of and Sonia would work at times closely with Katrina as well. As he thought this his eyes again wandered off to Sonia's desk. It was a wooden desk with a gap made in the middle for one's legs. Sameer noticed that Katrina was wearing a knee length formal skirt and a skin hugging silk blouse buttoned all the way to the neck. But it didn't do much to hide Sonia's figure. Sonia was 5 feet 7 inches with a petite body and nice B cup breasts. Her glasses did well to hide her hazel eyes but the highlight of her face had to be her full, naturally luscious lips. As she frenziedly typed away, Sameer, from his level, noticed that her skirt had hiked up a bit but couldn't really see how far. He looked around on his desk and saw his Parker pen which he promptly dropped to the floor. Sonia got distracted by the noise and looked up for a second. Smiling she said, "You need to be more careful with that, I could swear you drop it at least 5 times a week." Sameer nodded and smiled sheepishly as he bent to pick it up and Sonia resumed her typing. The distance between their desks was a mere four feet and Sameer's jaw dropped when he turned his eyes to get an underskirt view of his assistant. The skirt had ridden a little above her knee, maybe five inches, but with her legs slightly apart, Sameer had a clear view of her panties, which had given a little "wedgie" to her pussy, exposing the outer lips of her vagina to a salivating Sameer. Sameer extrapolated that they were boy cut panties as he slowly got back up to position to avoid any awkwardness and tried hard to hide the hardness between his legs as he did so. Just as he adjusted himself into his chair, the phone rang. He picked it up on the first ring. "Hi honey, it's me," it was his wife Katrina. "Hi. What's up?" asked Sameer. "The usual, looks like I'm going to have to go over some of the technical documents with Philomena at the factory and I might be late so I think I'll come home directly. Sorry, the meeting today will have to wait until tomorrow. I hope that's okay?" said Katrina. "Sure thing, those documents are more important right now. Get them done first, we'll reschedule the meeting to tomorrow. See you at home then?" asked Sameer. "Yeah. Love you," replied Katrina. Sameer didn't answer. Instead he just kept the phone back down. He was relieved and happy at the prospect of not having to share his object of desire with Katrina. Now he had her all to himself. As Sameer sat there, dwelling on his stroke of luck, his eyes again focussed on Sonia who was looking at her screen and biting her lip, as if there was a problem but Sameer's mind turned it into something else. He imagined sucking her nipples hard and nibbling on them which would also probably elicit the same reaction. He was hard again in an instant and an overwhelming sexual energy swept his body from the bottom of his throat to his groin. He just had to have her. Suddenly an idea struck him. "Sonia," Sameer called out to her. "Yes?" "Katrina's not coming in today, looks like she's going to be at the factory longer so the meeting needs to be postponed. Would you call everyone and let them know that it will be the same time tomorrow?" "Sure thing," replied Sonia. "Oh and one more thing. There was some numbers I needed Katrina to look at for me but since she's not in, I guess you'll have to. I'm gonna go for a little smoke break and I'll leave the window up on my screen. Would you mind taking a look at it and getting a print while I'm gone after you're done with your calls?" "Absolutely," said Sonia. Sameer smiled at her as she picked up her phone to make the calls, letting everybody know that the meeting had been postponed. He quickly opened up his private hidden folder where he had stashed some pornographic videos and opened one up with the volume at zero. It was a video of a boss fucking his secretary on the office table and was aptly and rather obviously named, 'Secretary fucked on desk', as such files usually are on p2p networks where Sameer sourced his porn from. He minimized the window with windows media player showing the file name in the taskbar and opened up a mundane excel sheet showing some quarterly profit figures. He then got up and walked to the back exit which was directly behind his desk to the left and opened into a little balcony area. The balcony was divided by a solid wall so no one could see outside from the inside or vice versa and it was this little arrangement that Sameer was hoping Sonia would take advantage of. He stuck his ear to the door. Soon enough he heard Sonia's footsteps coming from across the room and the familiar squeak of his chair as she sat down. He opened the door just a crack to see what she was doing. From his vantage point, Sameer had an ample view of her body from the upper left hand side. She fiddled a little with the mouse going through the numbers and then gave the print command. She was about to get up when her eye caught something and she sat back down. The mouse pointer moved slowly toward the minimized windows media player window in the task bar which was running the movie that Sameer had left playing. She was about to click on it when she turned her face around to see if Sameer was about to come in. Sameer anticipated this and he moved away from the crack and flattened up against the adjacent wall. He stood there nervously, hoping that Sonia hadn't caught him peeping. He moved up against the crack again, peering through it to see if Sonia had fallen into his trap. And she had. Sonia was now watching the clip and had her gaze fixed on it. Sameer knew that she didn't expect him in for at least another five minutes or so and just as he thought this, Sonia relaxed a little and even turned up the volume slightly. The clip had moved on to the boss making out with his secretary and groping her breasts as he pulled her skirt up with one hand. Sonia's left hand slipped down to her skirt and hiked it far up as she started fondling herself. Her right hand moved across her breasts and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and she pulled out her left breast from the shackles of her bra and began pinching her nipple and twisting it slightly. Sameer stood there in disbelief. She was even prettier than he had imagined! Her areola was small and a bright pink and her nipples were like knobs and a shade of dark pink. Her breast was flawless, a milky colour with smooth complexion and extremely firm and larger than he had thought. As she continued playing with herself, the video got hotter and the secretary was now giving her boss a deepthroat, bareback blowjob and gagging a little bit. This seemed to excite Sonia more and she started moaning softly. Her left hand was now moving more vigorously and her right hand was pinching her hard nipples even harder as she started to move about a bit in her chair. As she saw the boss fucking his secretary hard on the desk from behind her soft moaning turn into a louder groan and he saw her frenziedly working away at her body. Sameer realized that she was close to cumming and moved on to the second part of his ingenious plan. He opened up his cell phone, put it to his ear and got ready to barge in on an orgasming Sonia. He swung the door open and walked in, "Okay then, take care." He removed his cell phone from his ear and stared in mock disbelief at a masturbating Sonia. Sonia quickly covered up her exposed breast and removed her hand from her crotch. As she began buttoning up her bra she looked up worriedly at Sameer who was still acting as if he was in complete shock at catching his secretary masturbating in his chair, when in fact he was noticing how moist her fingers were from her drenched pussy. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" demanded Sameer in an angry tone as he sadistically enjoyed the situation. "I...er...um..." Sonia kept trying to say something but no words would come out of her mouth. She just looked on at Sameer who was trying his best to look as angry as possible. "What's this?" said Sameer as he shifted his attention to the computer screen where the scene was finishing with the boss covering the face and mouth of his kneeling secretary with his thick cum. Sonia looked over to the computer and couldn't look away from it as her gaze was fixed at the erotic act taking place on the screen. Sameer caught her staring and moved in for the kill. "You went through my private files too! As if you masturbating on my chair with your tits hanging out wasn't bad enough, you've gone ahead and invaded my privacy too!" Sameer was almost shouting now but it didn't matter since he had to buzz people into his office through a solid door and he had soundproof walls installed. Sonia began to cry, overwhelmed by the confrontation and embarrassed by the situation she blamed herself for getting into. "No, I...I swear! It was already open and minimized, I would never dream of...I didn't even know this stuff was on there really," she pleaded with Sameer. "So that's supposed to make it okay for you to masturbate half naked in my chair?" demanded Sameer. He got close to her as he said this and she tried to get up but Sameer caught her left hand which was still covered in her juices and pulled her close to him. "N-n-no sir," she whimpered. "Well what am I supposed to do now? Fire you? Yeah I think that's the only thing I can do..." His voice trailed off. "N-n-o, please don't," Sonia plead, "I'm sorry..." "Why would I not? Give me one reason not to!" replied Sameer in an agitated voice. "No one w-w-would hire me after this, my career would be finished...please, it was only a mistake," she said. "Why should I care? I mean the bottom line is this is not the kind of mistake that can be made up for," Sameer continued. "No please...I'll do everything you ask of me, stick to all my deadlines, you'll never have any reason to complain I promise! Please, I need the money," her voice trailed off as she burst into tears. Sameer kept holding her hand. He was beginning to feel bad for her but he knew he had to continue his plan to manipulate her into give him exactly what he wanted. "Ok, please first of all stop crying," ordered Sameer, "You really would do anything to hold onto this job and keep me from firing you and make sure that I never have any complaints?" he asked. Her sobbing subsided. "Yes, I would, anything." "Good." Sameer picked up her hand and began sucking on her fingers which were covered in her juices and licked them clean. Sonia was shocked and watched him in disbelief. "What are you doing?" she asked. "What do you think?" he replied as he pulled her closer into his strong arms and moved his lips closer to hers to kiss her. "But..." And that's all she could say before Sameer's lips engulfed hers and he began passionately kissing her, sucking on her lips and licking them while his hands roamed up and down her back and he grabbed her voluptuous ass and started groping it. She tried to push away to say something for a second. "Your wife...," she managed to say and it was enough to get Sameer's attention. "What about her? If you expect me to keep what you did a secret and not fire you then you're going to have to return the favour sweetheart. Anything else? Or should I just fire you and you'll know exactly what kind of referrals I'll be giving any of your prospective bosses?" replied Sameer. Sonia didn't say another word. Sameer went back to her lips and this time she wasn't putting up much of a resistance. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she obliged by widening her lips but didn't reciprocate his passion. Sameer pulled away. "You know, you might as well enjoy this while you're at it," he said, "because frankly I'm starting to doubt your performance and you keeping your side of the deal about doing anything to keep this job and making sure I have no complaints." She looked at him but couldn't look him in the eye as she lowered her gaze and nodded meekly. He once again kissed her hard and squeezed her ass and this time she responded. Slowly she started kissing him back until they were both kissing each other and feeling each other's bodies with their hands in a sexual frenzy that almost threatened to explode the very room. Their tongues were intertwined and licking each other vigorously as Sameer pushed her skirt and panty down her legs and let them drop. His hands moved down to her bare ass as he began squeezing her butt cheeks hard and spreading them. As he did this, he slipped a finger in between her ass cheeks and into her pussy. She was dripping wet and she felt really tight as he stuck about an inch into her and began rubbing the inside of her wet pussy with his finger. He then removed her finger and his hands moved up to her blouse and began unbuttoning her while she returned the favour as the passionate kiss continued. He threw her shirt to the ground and undid her bra and slid it off her shoulders and began grabbing her breasts like a possessed beast as she removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt and trousers to the floor. His mouth left hers and he began biting her breasts softly as he guided her hand down to his boxers and made her feel his engorged manhood. She kept moaning as his mouth moved to her left nipple and began sucking and nibbling on it as his other hand grabbed and pressed her right breast. She began squeezing his hard cock and moaning slightly as his mouth shifted its attention to the other nipple which he sucked hard and let his mouth glide outward while sucking her tit and letting it go with a gentle bite. "Oh god," she whispered, "It feels better than I'd imagined." Sameer realized his suspicions were correct. "You've never felt a dick before have you?" he asked as he continued groping her breast with one hand and ass with the other. He looked into her hazel eyes and she was biting her lip just as she was a few minutes ago. She shook her head, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations that Sameer was unfolding upon her. "Take off my boxers and get on your knees on the floor," he abruptly ordered. Sonia complied as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him all the way until she was in the position he demanded. The tears had given way to a look of lust in her eyes which was the biggest turn on for Sameer than any of the preceding events because it showed him that now she wanted him as bad as he did her. "Now hold my cock in both your hands, slightly squeezing it your left hand towards the tip and the right hand at the base and stroke it back and forth." Sonia did as she was told. "Good. Now remove your left hand from the tip and cup my balls with it and continue stroking my dick with the right," Sonia obeyed as Sameer sat himself down on his chair with her face in the middle of his legs. "Now open up wide and push my cock into your mouth all the way down until you feel your grip on your lips." Sonia closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide and lowered her neck until half her boss's cock was in her mouth. "Now go up and down on it with both your mouth and hand and suck on it hard and gently squeeze my nuts with the other hand as you do this," Sonia followed his orders and began giving him the best head of his life. "Increase your speed, you know what better still, just do all the things you were seeing in that video." Sonia looked up at him and lust was oozing out of her gaze as she sucked her boss up and down. She removed his cock from her mouth, licked the entire shaft side to side and back to front and then on his swollen glans which was throbbing and leaking pre cum juices. She lapped them up and began deep throating his cock doing amazingly well to suppress her gag reaction for a first timer. A few tears swelled up in her eyes as she kept gagging on her boss's dick but she didn't let up, increasing her speed as she kept squeezing his nuts. Sameer felt his loins shudder as his throbbing member got ready to burst a dam of his semen deep in Sonia's gagging throat which was grasping the head of his penis in the back of her throat every time she gagged on it. Sameer let go as a huge wave of euphoria swept through him and he emptied his nuts into her throat. She was surprised by the jolts of cum spurting down her throat and tried to back off but Sameer grabbed her head and kept fucking her throat until his orgasm subsided and the last drops of his juices were emptied in her throat. She immediately pulled up, gasping for air, but didn't have time as Sameer lifted her from her shoulders and sat her down bare assed on the desk. He pushed her back and climbed on top of her, kissing, nibbling and licking her neck, going down her collarbone and sucked each succulent nipple until it was a shade of blood red. His mouth continued down south as his right hand groped her boobs and he drew little circles of saliva down her sternum and onto her navel. With the other hand he spread her pussy, exposing her throbbing and enlarged clit using his index and middle fingers as his thumb began pushing into her pussy, rubbing the roof of it, right under the clit. His mouth moved further down onto her thighs, caressing, nibbling and sucking her creamy flesh as his other hand came down and he inserted a finger into her waiting, dripping pussy. He tried to push in but couldn't as he felt her hymen in the way as she gasped in a little bit of pain from the pressure applied by him on her virginity. "You're still a virgin" said Sameer as in his mind he started drooling on the aspect of shoving his huge cock into her tight pussy and deflowering her. "Y-yes sir" she replied. Instantly he was rock hard again. "That's a lucky break, I haven't had a virgin pussy in years." As he said this he moved his mouth onto her clit and began expertly flicking it with his tongue, combining the flicks with making shapes while exerting a sucking pressure on her clit and a downward pressure on it with his tongue. She began moaning louder as his flicking and sucking got more vigorous and his fingers began rubbing the inside of her vagina, being careful not to push against her hymen. He continued his possessed movements and her pussy was exuding more juices than he was lapping up until it was glistening with a slippery combination of her juices and his saliva. She began to writhe as he relentlessly kept sucking and flicking her clit and fingering her until she began shuddering and convulsing on his face, pressing the sides of it with her thighs as an electric orgasm swept through her body making her short pubic hair stand at attention. Sameer was rock hard and ready to go. Even before she could recover from her state of ecstasy, Sameer quickly stood up and rammed his member into her so fast that she let out a gasp and looked at him with a look of pain and disbelief. Her surprise gave way to pain which was still mixed with the orgasmic euphoria from just a few seconds ago as he began slowly moving in and out of her pussy. Manipulated Virgin Secretary "That hurts so much, please stop," she squealed. "Don't worry, a few seconds of pain will be your gateway to a lifetime of pleasure," responded Sameer, "In a few strokes it will stop hurting and start feeling really good, trust me." Sonia kept whimpering as he slid his cock in and out of her slowly until her whimpers turned into moans which got steadily louder. Sameer knew that the balance of the sensation had tilted on its head from a lot of pain mixed with a little pleasure to a little pain and mostly pleasure. "Beginning to feel good isn't it?" he asked. "Yes sir, oh yes. Oh my God it feels so good, oh please don't stop, please keep going." Sameer increased his pace and intensity and started slamming his cock deep into her tight, wet, virgin pussy as she started to get louder with her moans. He was going in harder and faster with each thrust as his balls began slapping against her ass, soaking up the fluids leaking from her pussy. "Oh...Shit...Fuck...Oh fuck me...Fuck me hard...Oh don't stop...Yeah just like that...God I've wanted you for so long...but nobody can know about this...please...please Sameer...promise me..." "I promise" replied Sameer in between his thrusts, gasping for air as Sonia's pussy felt like it was getting tighter with every stroke, almost like a vacuum sucking on his cock. Her eyes rolled into her head, her mouth open wide as she started screaming. "Ahh...yes...YES...YES!!...I'm going to cum again...oh I'm gonna cum on your huge cock...oh it feels so good...yes...yes...yes....yes, yes yes YES!" At that moment her pussy sucked Sameer's cock hard because of the vacuum created by their juices and in a moment Sameer felt the walls of her pussy writhing and collapsing around his pulsating cock as his own orgasm couldn't hold itself back any longer and he exploded squirt after squirt of warm, thick cum into his secretary's pussy until his balls ached with the pressure released and his body, sweaty from all the hard and fast thrusts collapsed upon Sonia's as she held him tight. His cock went limp from his orgasm and he moved out of her pussy as a mixture of saliva, her juices and his cum cascaded down her ass cheeks and onto his desk. There was a little blood, but not much. He looked up at her and the lustful expression in her eyes had given way to a satisfied one as she looked on at him intently. "Well, work should get more fun now don't you think?" Sameer asked Sonia as he winked at her. "Yes sir," she replied, "but it must stay as our little secret." "Absolutely," said Sameer. And so it stayed. Manipulating Genevieve Genevieve and I watched as her husband's hand wandered over the slim woman's arse. The woman in question was Amy Sturman. Short, slim, pretty, Amy. They talked and giggled with each other, while they swayed unsteadily to the music. Genevieve gulped back another margarita, seemingly building up the courage to walk over there and confront them. This would not have suited my plans, so I placed a reassuring hand on her arm. "Don't worry Genevieve; you're far more beautiful than her. Let them embarrass themselves." "Thanks Greg, you've always been so understanding," she replied sincerely. "Understanding?" possibly. "Manipulative?" definitely. I had lusted after Genevieve from day one. Genevieve and her husband Braydon had been our neighbours for three years. Like me and my wife Cindi, they are in their late thirties. They have two children; we have three, of a similar age, so we soon got to know them well. They made a handsome couple, with Genevieve particularly good looking. She was part Polynesian, 5' 7", slim, with long legs and a nice bust. She was very graceful in her movements. When Cindi left the parties early, as she nearly always did, I would move to Genevieve and engage her in a bit of light banter. She appeared to enjoy this and I would go so far to say that there was a bit of chemistry between us. I should point out that my relationship with my wife Cindi was going just fine. Married 16 years, we were soul mates and she was a great wife and mother. However, I had always felt a need for extra marital pleasures, when the opportunity arose. Such opportunities sometimes arrived without any effort, while others required some considerable groundwork. I returned with another drink, passed it to Genevieve and then turned her away from her husband in order to have her relax a little. We talked about her and I made sure the compliments flowed freely. At more than one of our numerous neighbourhood parties Genevieve had performed her native dance for those present. The men in particular had greatly appreciated the rocking of her hips and the way she moved her hands. I found it quite erotic and like many of the men present wondered how she would be in bed. However, Genevieve was always just a little aloof and happy to leave the impression that she was somewhat of a Princess, too good for any common man. She had once told Cindi her mother had been Polynesian royalty. This along with a professional European father, who sent her to a private boarding school, ensured Genevieve had learnt how to behave like a lady. The problem for Genevieve was that she had married a man whose behaviour was often not that of a gentleman. Braydon could greatly anger and embarrass her. A regular event at our neighbourhood parties was Braydon getting drunk and far too affectionate with other women. He was good looking man, with the gift of the gab and he had no problem enticing the more vulnerable or willing of the neighbourhood women. This cavorting had become worse with time and tonight, with Amy Sturman, he had moved it to a new level. This was obvious to all who were interested and none more so than Genevieve. ... That Genevieve was so upset by what she was witnessing was fine by me, because some planning had gone into my manipulating the events taking place. I had known Amy for years. We'd had a brief affair two years past. She had still been married to John at that point, but it was fairly obvious she was not happy and my wife confirmed this. I knew from chatting with her that she went to a bar with workmates on Friday evenings, while John looked after their kids. One night I suggested to a couple of friends that we visit that bar and there we just happened to run into Amy and her friends. As the evening progressed my friend's drifted off and so did many of hers, including her ride home. We chatted then danced; I held her tight and whispered in her ear. She giggled, indicating that she was more than happy with the close contact. It was all too easy. I offered her a ride, she accepted and by the time we were in the dimly lit parking lot, there was little doubt about what would occur. As soon as we reached the car, I pulled her to me and we engaged in a long lingering kiss. I soon moved my hand up under her blouse and then her bra to feel her breast and erect nipple. Amy was a small, slim girl and her breasts were not large, probably merely B cup at best, but she was passionate and this turned me on. At this point I suggested we adjourn straight to the back seat of the car. Amy agreed and, once in there, she lay on her back with her skirt riding up around her thighs. I pushed the skirt higher and she lifted her arse so I could remove her panties. I was hard and horny and had no intention of undertaking anything but rudimentary foreplay, as I felt, "Here was a woman who wanted to fuck." I brought my hand to her mound, moved my fingers around it in a circular motion and then slipped the middle finger inside her. She was wet. Without hesitation I lay on top of her and returned my lips to hers, while I unzipped my pants. I took hold of my cock, rubbed it slowly up and down her slit two or three times and then entered her with three savage thrusts. "Oh my god," she uttered and she exhaled. I was buried to the hilt and rested for a second. "Fuck me hard," she whimpered. So I did just that. I began with slow deliberate strokes, but soon built momentum as her tight vagina expanded to accommodate me. Then I went at her like a piston. I pushed her bra up off her breasts and brought my lips to her nipples. I nipped one with my teeth, as I squeezed the other breast with my hand. She seemed to enjoy this roughness and it drove me on. Amy was meeting my thrusts with her own, so I grabbed her behind the thighs and lifted her legs higher. I moved my hands to each side of her head, rose up into the push up position and pounded into her. I'm fit and I fucked her like that for fully 10 minutes. At one point we had to stop because I had driven her head hard against the door handle. Despite the roughness Amy seemed to love it. However, she showed no sign of reaching an orgasm. Eventually my own juices rose and I didn't bother to hold back, thrusting deep into her one last time then holding myself inside her as I released. While we dressed ourselves she asked, "Would you like to do this again." She sounded needy and I did not reply. She then followed up with, "I don't want this to be a one off; I couldn't stand to feel I'd just been used." "Ok," I agreed, "Let's see how it goes," while making it clear I would not be leaving Cindi. "No complications," she agreed. In the months that followed we took whatever opportunity arose. In the park, in a hotel room, in the car again and once in her and John's bedroom. She was a frantic lover, but almost tried too hard and often did not orgasm. This was unusual for me, as Cindi nearly always had an orgasm and so did other woman I went with. I soon tired of Amy and called it off. She was not happy about this and would not speak to me for about a year. She then appeared to get over it. She left John and had a brief fling with another married man, which the entire neighbourhood knew about. That didn't last and she settled down to raising her kids, with the odd one night stand when she could get it. Recently I found I had a further use for Amy. I'd put it to her that handsome Braydon found her quite attractive and she might like to flirt with him for a bit. "What about his wife," Amy asked. "She doesn't seem to mind his dalliances, don't worry about her," I lied ... "I'd like to go over there and give that little bitch a piece of my mind," Genevieve said quietly, jerking me back to the here and now. I had never heard her swear and I liked it. This and the fact she was slurring her words meant her crown had slipped just a little. However, I needed to stop her from acting in a rash manner. I needed to offer an alternative "No, don't do that right now Genevieve," I said. I looked her up and down. A tight fitting blue dress, with a square neckline, which showed just a hint of cleavage, but accentuated her breasts, round and perfectly shaped. My heart beat rose and my cock stirred. It was time to take a risk. "To play my Joker," so to speak. So I took her arm gently and pulled her close. "You could storm over there," I began. "Or you could just get even," I said while staring at her. Genevieve was so intent on what her husband was doing that she took a second or two to grasp what I'd said. Then she turned to meet my gaze and her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Just as I said. Your husband appears to be having a great time, so why don't you relax and do the same." It was more direction than suggestion. I put a hand on each of her hips and stared directly into her eyes. Now I had her attention and she could not mistake my intent. This was a major call on my part and I could see her attempting to process the situation. Alcohol and anger were my allies. She glanced back at her husband continuing his cavorting, threw back her drink and said merely, "Where?" This was the reply I had hoped for and my heart beat increased another notch. "Follow me," I whispered quietly. I walked to the hallway leading away from the main room. I could sense Genevieve follow. Once in the deserted hallway I reached back and grasped her slim hand and she squeezed it back. Now my heart was pulsing rapidly and my cock was hardening further in anticipation. I led her up the stairs to another hallway, off which were located the bedrooms. As usual this was a fairly raunchy party and the first bedroom I tried was occupied by a couple in an embrace on the bed. The second was empty and we quickly entered. "This is so naughty," she giggled. "Naughty, but nice," I replied, as I closed the door behind us. The room was one of the children's with a single bed by the window. The hosts of any given neighbourhood party always sent their children elsewhere for the night. The shades were open and a small amount of street light slipped in. I immediately grabbed Genevieve around the waist and pulled her too me. As we pressed tightly together I placed both hands behind her and brought her lips to mine. She did not resist, opening her mouth just a little, so our tongues could find each other. She tasted of strawberry margarita. At first she felt a little tense and unsure, so I was careful not to rush her. I was certain Genevieve was new to this game of adultery and her husband was downstairs. Any hasty move on my part could see her bail out of our illicit liaison. I left one hand on her hip, the other in the small of her back and I continued to gently kiss her large soft lips. Within a few minutes I could feel her begin to relax in my embrace. I pulled her a little closer so her breasts pressed against my chest. My cock was now fully erect, but I was careful to ensure she did not feel that pressing against her just yet. Then she appeared to relax further and took a deep breath as we kissed. "Time for the next move," I thought. I moved my hand to her arse and lightly squeezed her there. When this brought no complaint or tensing of her body I brought the other hand to her breast. Very gently I began to massage the breast through her dress and bra. This was clearly what Genevieve had desired and she let out a light sigh, as our tongues continued to flick together. It was fairly clear to me now, that Genevieve was not about to stop me, so I moved her two steps so her back was to the wall. Then I gently pushed my leg between hers, bringing my upper thigh to rest against her crotch. With the hand on her butt I pushed her forward and was pleased when she began to very lightly move herself, up and down, against my leg. By now my cock was throbbing and I pushed it into the side of her lower stomach. I let this continue for a time, before moving the hand on her back, up to the zip off her dress. I then gently lowered the zip, my lips never leaving her mouth. Now, fully complicit, she helped to shrug the dress off her shoulders and it fell and bunched around her waist. I wasn't about to give her time to change her mind and quickly pulled a bra strap down freeing her breast. I brought my hand to the breast and massaged it taking care to avoid the nipple. It felt plump and full in my hand. I moved my lips to her neck and she let out another sigh to indicate her satisfaction with this move. My other hand moved the other bra strap down her arm and both her breasts fell free. At this point, touch was not enough; I needed to see her and stepped back. In the poor light I sucked in my breath as I saw my prize, naked from the waste up. Two beautiful rounded brown breasts, about C cup size, with large dark brown aureoles and nipples that pointed straight out. The Princess was unmasked and completely vulnerable. Genevieve tilted her head to the side her eyes tightly shut, her breathing heavy. Pulling my shirt off over my head, I quickly moved forward and took a breast in my hand, moving my head toward her nipple. I placed my mouth over the nipple and lightly sucked on it. It grew and it hardened. I moved the other hand under the hem of her dress and placed it on her inner thigh. Genevieve breathing quickened. She was drunk, her inhibitions were shed and she was very turned on by our activities. I wasted no time in moving the hand up her thigh, which pushed the hem up with it. The fat fleshy part of my hand, just below the thumb, found her labia, through her panties. I stopped and rested it there. A hand on her most intimate parts proved too much for Genevieve. She was lost in the moment, completely focussed on what was occurring in this room and the sensations she was experiencing. Once those prudish barriers are lowered, the notion of illicit sex is a powerful aphrodisiac. Genevieve began to move her hips and grind her labia into my hand. I could feel the warmth and dampness through the cloth. My rigid cock anticipated pushing past those lips and being buried inside this Polynesian beauty. I hooked my index finger under her panties and pulled them to the side. My fingers were now free to massage her plump, moist lips. Above her slit I found a dense forest of course hair, but her lips felt bare and I briefly wondered if she shaved it there. I rubbed a finger up and down each side, deliberately avoiding her clitoris or going inside of her. She moaned gently and moved her hips in a rhythm with my fingers. Her breathing sped up further. I returned my lips to her breast and noted the nipple remained rock hard. Genevieve was now mine to take at my leisure; however I required a little more from her. Up until this point all the touching had been one way and I was in urgent need for that to change. I needed her to touch me before I went inside her. When she recalled the liaison, she must remember being fully involved. I took her hand with my free hand and brought it to my crotch. She felt the hardness and didn't require any further encouragement. She began to rub it up and down, through my trousers. This caused my urgency to rise even more, so I moved both hands to the side of her panties and eased them down, off her arse and slowly down her thighs. I bent down briefly as I pushed them to her ankles and she delicately stepped out of them, still in her strap on high heels. My face was close to her love nest and I breathed in the womanly odour. However, I chose not to linger. As I stood back up I undid my belt and let my pants and boxers fall. I returned her hand to my now naked cock and my lips to hers. One hand returned to her breast the other to her mound. The whole scene was now deeply carnal. Genevieve was a woman on heat and for some minutes we went about masturbating each other. I merely massaged her labia and clitoris with the flat of my hand. She clenched her hand lightly around my pole and slowly worked it up and down. She would concentrate on the tip, but also knew not to ignore my balls. "This was not the first time she had jerked a man off," I thought. This foreplay could not continue for long, because I was about to explode. I had to be inside of her, to claim my prize and Genevieve clearly wanted me there. My hands pulled her skirt up and over her hips. The entire blue dress was now bunched around her hips, leaving her naked and exposed from the waist down. I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and lifted her into the air, as I crushed her hard against the wall. Genevieve wrapped her slim legs high around my torso and I pinned her there while I reached down beneath her and grabbed hold of my cock. She threw her head back and offered me her neck as I rubbed my cock along her drenched slit. As I let the tip of my cock slip into her entrance, I knew she was very close to orgasm. All inhibition was lost and this normally genteel proper Polynesian woman had completely surrendered to her basic animal instincts. I love it when a combination of liquor and sex cause a woman to shed the façade they hide behind. It's a great sexual rush and I lingered in anticipation, my chest squashing her breasts and my cock head poised just inside the entrance to her cunt. I would have loved to hear her beg, but I knew a woman such as Genevieve would never utter that which, right at this moment, she most desired. I decided to put her out of her misery and with a thrust forward of my hips, I obliged her. She let out a long loud moan as I entered her and pushed on upward. It was a snug fit and half-way into her canal I met resistance as she struggled to adapt to my cock inside her. I withdrew, gave two short sharp strokes to lubricate and then thrust forward again; this time entering her fully so that our pubic bones crushed together. Then I began to pump into her. There was no time to ease into it as we were both on heat. We just went for it like a couple of rutting animals, me thrusting my hips forward and back, her doing the same with a result that my cock was forced deep into her , time and time again. My chest crushed against her, flattening her breasts. Her legs were locked high around my waist, her feet still encased in her high heels. My lips were on her beautiful long neck, which smelled of primrose. She had one hand on my butt and another behind my neck. Genevieve searched for, then found, my lips and forced them into hers, smudging her lipstick. We pounded on and within a short time, no more than two minutes; she let out a deep guttural sound. I felt her vaginal constrictions alternately gripping and releasing my pumping cock. Genevieve had orgasmed with me deep inside of her. The ultimate conquest. Not just a quick, alcohol fuelled fuck, but a total release. Not so easy to dismiss, when she recalled our drunken romp. As her body pulsed in ecstasy, I continued to slam into her. I wanted to prolong the event, but it was too much for me and with a final two or three rapid strokes, I released my seed deep into her womb. As I held my cock there, our orgasms were intense, hers continuing for nearly as long as we had fucked for. Then we were both finished and panting, like a couple of Olympic sprinters. Genevieve was the first to move as she began to regain some composure. She released the vice like grip of her legs around my waist and allowed them to slip to the floor. My cock slipped out of her with a wet slurp and then rested on her thigh. Genevieve looked down now, avoiding eye contact. She could see her naked breasts and dress bunched around her waist. She was clearly embarrassed. I lifted her head and gently kissed her, as I brought both hands away from her butt and again onto her ample breasts. I continued to gently massage them as we kissed. She did not stop me, but the passion was gone. Finally I moved my lips to her ear. I could have said, "You were fantastic Genevieve," or, "that was great." But I had to let her know she'd sinned. I had to be sure she knew that I had taken her and she had revealed to me her raw sexual side that she'd always want to keep hidden. Manipulating Genevieve "You're a great fuck Genevieve," I whispered, with a strong emphasis on the word, "Fuck." As I moved back she mumbled, "Thanks." Her hands moved to her dress and pulled it down over her thighs. I had one more glance at those luscious breasts before she hid them inside her bra. She then turned away from me and asked, "Can you do me up." As I zipped her dress up I again kissed her on the neck, but there was no reaction this time. I knew we were completely done. "I'm going to the toilet," she said, adding, "We'd better not go down together." I told her I would go down first. She nodded and slipped out the door. A second later I heard the toilet door close. I put my cock away and arranged my clothing, before quickly slipping out of the door and down the stairs. I found the downstairs toilet empty, went in and washed myself. Once down in the living room I noted Braydon and Amy had moved to the patio and were continuing their close liaison. They were not at all subtle. At one point he reached forward to whisper in her ear and placed his hand firmly on her breast. She giggled in response. I chuckled to myself as I thought, "All that time you've been putting in the spade work Braydon, I've been shafting your beautiful wife, right above your head." I'd just poured myself a fresh drink, when suddenly Genevieve appeared. It was clear she was very angry and I suspected our recent activities had caused her some considerable consternation. She spotted her husband and his bit of fun and went straight over to them. The music was too loud to hear, but words were clearly exchanged, with Genevieve doing most of the talking. It was over inside of a minute and Genevieve spun on her heal and walked away with Braydon close behind. They walked right past me and Genevieve made no eye contact. They spoke to know one and departed out the front door. I looked back at Amy who was standing very self-consciously alone. "To the rescue," I thought and wandered over to her. "Did you see that," Amy cried. "Crazy bitch." "Well you were getting a bit up close and personal with her husband." Amy smiled, "Yeah I guess, but you and him both told me she wouldn't care and I was enjoying it." "Were you enjoying it?" I questioned cheekily. She hesitated for a minute and then looked at me and said, "You know I was; you know me too well." "Poor little sparrow," I thought. "You've unknowingly played your role to perfection and now you deserve a reward." "I could walk you home," I said with a raised an eyebrow. Amy looked at me intently, checking she had understood me correctly. Then she smiled at me, looked around to check no one was interested in our discussion and, satisfied they weren't, she replied, "Ok, why not, let's go."