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A Late Night

By: yabadabadome22



Like most people, I didn’t consider myself gay until I had my first gay experience.  Let me start from the beginning.  My name is James and I work for a company that creates advertisements for large companies.  I am the junior vice president but only because I am not old enough to be the full VP.  So most of the time I get a lot of paper work.  I live in a two-bedroom apartment but one I use as my office.  It’s a rather large apartment, well at least for only one person.  Anyway, back to the story.  My boss is a really nice guy but he hates his wife. So most of the time, when all of us are leaving he is still there “working late.”  What his wife doesn’t know is that he just wants to spend as little time he can at home.  One morning I had gotten a rather large job to do. Bigger than usual, and my computer at home had broken.  I had taken it to the repair shop and they said it would take a week.  That was just long enough to make me have to work like a dog.  Since I didn’t want to spend any of my vacation time doing this work, I often stayed late to finish as much of it I could as soon as possible.  One night when I was just about finished, my boss, whose name was Bruce, came into my office.  “James, would you like to go out for drinks tonight.  My wife and I had a horrible fight before she left for her business trip and I am still kind of upset about it and a few drinks normally help.”  I was kind of surprised at his question because he had never asked me to go out with drinks before.  The only thing he asked me was to go get him lunch.  It was normally someone else.  He asked for drinks.  I guess it was because I was the only one there besides him.  “Sure. I guess so. I am just going to be a few more minutes but I am almost finished.  By the way which bar are we going to?”  I asked.  

“Oh, no place fancy.  It’s just a little bar on the corner of 127 Street and Lincoln Ave.  Do you know it?”  

“I’ve been there once or twice.”  I said and he left.  I had finished up about 15 minutes later and I went into his office to go and get him.  He got his coat on and we left.  The bar wasn’t too far but it wasn’t close either.  We both took our cars so when we left we could go our separate ways.  We got a small table because we were going to get dinner with our drinks.  We had drinks first.  He had a beer and I had a Martini.  After having a drink or two, we ordered dinner.  We must’ve eaten very quickly because it was only another half an hour before we had clean plates and another few drinks.  We had gotten totally smashed and then we left.  “I don’t think I can drive home,” he said.  “Me neither.  Why don’t we just go back to my place and you can crash on the couch.  It’s only a block or two from here.”  So slowly we started off for my house.  Unsteadily, stumbling down the street.  We made it to my apartment in about half an hour, a walk that normally takes 10 minutes.  Neither of us was tired and since we were already smashed, I figured what the hell, “Do you wanna get wasted?  I got some weed in the bedroom and some really nice rolling paper.”

“Sure.  I’ve never been high before and I’ve always wanted to see if it really is all the say it is.”

“The bedroom is this way,” I said.  He followed me to all of the way to the back of the apartment and I shut the door.  He didn’t seem to know where he was going because he ran into the bed.  My bed is black and extremely high off of the floor so he probably didn’t see it.  “I’ll get the weed.  Make yourself comfortable.”  With that he sat on the bed and waited for me to come back. I had gone into the bathroom to get more comfortable.  I changed into a pair of boxers and a tee shirt that had a weed plant on the front.  “This is always what I wear when I toke up,” I said as he looked up at me.  

He said, “That looks really comfortable.  Do you have a tee-shirt that I could borrow?”

I went back into the bathroom and came out with a tee shirt that I didn’t want anymore and said, “Here.  Throw this on.”

He didn’t seem to care that I was there and he changed right in front of me.  He had the most beautiful 6-pack I had ever seen.  He was extremely built in the arms and was standing at about six feet two inches.  He was slightly taller than I was.  

“Do you work out?” I asked.  

“Yes.  As a matter of fact I do,” is what he said.

“It definitely shows.”

“Do you like what you see?”

I snapped back to attention as he caught me staring at his body.  “Well let’s just say I wouldn’t mind a body like that.  How do you do it?”

“Well I go to the gym twice maybe three times a week.  It all depends on my work hours, and I run two miles on a treadmill, and then I do some light lifting with some free-weights.  And then depending on how much time I have, I more than likely will do 10 to 15 laps in the swimming pool.  I’ll do 30 if I have a lot of stress or wanna stay away from my wife, but usually the most I do is 20.”

“That sounds like some work-out.  Do you ever see your family?” I questioned only saying that to sound like I had no idea that his marriage was going to hell and back.

“Not much,” he said, “But it’s okay.  My wife works full-time too.  Well let’s stop chit-chatting and light up that blunt.”

Not wanting to waste any more time, I lit it and took a huge drag.  After giving it to him, he took a drag and then before he could even exhale he coughed it all out.  “This is some strong shit,” he said before taking another drag.

“Yea. It’s also some of my best,” I said as he was passing me the blunt.  

We sat on the floor since both of us feared that we would fall off of the bed and hurt ourselves.  I turned on the television so we didn’t have to talk so much.

After watching television for a while I noticed that the V.C.R. had turned on.  To my surprise I had left a porno tape in there and he had noticed.  At that moment my heart just sank.  He didn’t seem to mind though because he just got even more comfortable.  He got up and got some pillows from the bed put them behind his head and just “made himself at home”.  He must have forgotten that I was there because he had started stroking his cock which was starting to grow and at the moment was an amazing 6 inches and still half soft.  To make sure he hadn’t forgot he wasn’t alone, I sat next to him.  He was a little surprised but didn’t stop.  He was still rubbing his dick, which was now up to 9 impressive inches and was now 2 inches around.  This was about all he had.  I was now ignoring him and was also watching the porno.  Three men were fucking this woman with incredibly huge tits.  They were occupying every hole she had.  Anyway, soon I felt myself wanting to jerk off and since he had already begun, I didn’t feel any embarrassment to not go ahead and join.  I slowly unzipped my pants and pulled my boxer shorts down around my knees.  I slowly started stroking my cock to get it fully hard.  That didn’t take long that didn’t take long because when I smoke pot, I always get a little hard.  We were both stroking softly now and somehow we began to stroke in unison.  I had stopped to take a break because if I didn’t, I would cum any second and I didn’t want that to happen because it looked like he could go on forever.  I just sat there watching the porno when suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh.  My cock twitched at the very feel of the warm, soft, smooth skin of a hand that slowly started rubbing my leg. Up, down, up, down.  Slowly rubbing my leg in almost unison with the stroking of his cock.  After about two or three minutes he grabbed my hand ever so softly and moved it from my lap to his cock.  I didn’t know how to react so I simply started stroking.  I must have been doing a better job that he was because he moaned out loud and laid his head back and closed his eyes.  I was looking into his eyes and saw them slowly open.  They were the prettiest color of ice blue.  He opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.  I kept stroking his cock and soon started thinking what it would taste like.  I just thought and didn’t say anything or do anything because I didn’t want to get him mad because I was having the time of my life and didn’t want him to feel that it was getting too weird and make me stop.  Because of that, I just kept stroking his cock.  I took off my shirt and he soon followed.  I reached over and started to fondle him and soon I heard yet again another moan.  While fondling him, I soon felt him tense up and found myself the moving target of a cum canon.  Some of it hit my mouth and without thinking I licked my lips.  It tasted so good and warm that I decided that if this ever happens again I was definitely going to suck him off and swallow all of his cum.  All of it hit my chest and arms, except what hit my lips and I soon found myself wiping it up with my finger just to get the last taste.  “You like that do ya?” he said as I was getting the last bit of it off of my chest. 

“Yes as a matter of fact I do.”  

“I thought you would.  You look like a cum guzzler.”

I hadn’t came yet so he then took my cock in his hands.  He was getting a little frustrated it looked like so he began to pump harder.  He had been jerking me for about two more minutes and he then was hit with my cum.  It was the biggest, longest, most outrageous orgasm I had ever had.  It went all over his hair and chest and the floor.  “You like it too I see.  Is that why you don’t like to go home to your wife?” I asked as I saw him licking it of from every where.

“Is it that obvious that we hate each other?”

“Not really, I just pay a lot attention.”

We soon washed up, watched the rest of the porn and fell asleep next to each other, cuddled in each other’s arms.

We woke the next morning and with a fright I asked, “What will you tell your wife?”

“I’ll just say that I had a lot of work to do at the office but I got it all done so there was nothing to worry about.”

We showered, shaved got dressed and went to work.  On the way to the bar to pick up his car, he said “James meet me in my office tomorrow at 3:00.  We need to have another “meeting”.”

A Late Night



She sighed as she woke for the fourth time that night, she had unexpected guests that night, and she could hear it every time one of them moved in the living room. Her brother and a friend had been undertaking a road trip when a surprise snow storm had hit. Her brother had considered them fortunate when he realized that she was only a short distance away, and they could wait at her place until the roads became passable again.

She considered herself less fortunate; she couldn't turn away her brother and his friend. But having two people show up unexpectedly to stay for an unknown length of time was very uncomfortable. And his friend, he made her feel slightly uncomfortable at times. Nothing she could really put her finger on, but it was an undeniable feeling.

She remembered their introduction earlier that evening. A loud knocking had interrupted her during a private moment in her bedroom. She had been reading an extremely arousing story online, it was about a young man returning an overdue library book and quickly being seduced and put to work servicing the librarian. She was completely undressed with one hand on her pussy gently rubbing her clit and the other squeezing her right breast. She was just getting close to cumming when the knocking interrupted her, she quickly grabbed a thin white t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. She intended to get rid of whoever it was a quickly as possible so she didn't bother with any underwear. She spent the whole time she was getting dressed cursing under her breath.

She headed downstairs and flung open the door with a snarled "What!?" She was taken aback when she saw her brother and someone she had never met before shivering on her doorstep. He responded, "Jeez sis, is that the way you always answer your door?" Her brother walked in past her and waved his guest in after him, as the other man squeezed past her, she couldn't help but notice his gaze of frank appraisal. He scanned her from head to toe, she noticed his gaze linger on her unrestrained breasts, and she was embarrassed to realize they were hard, either from her solo labors or the freezing breeze that had blown in when she opened the door, she did not know.

She quickly regained her wits and sent him a glare that would freeze him where he stood, if he hadn't turned away from her just in time to miss it. "What's going on?" she asked. He explained, "Me and Nick here were heading on a road trip when this snow came up out of nowhere. I figured we could crash here until the car could make it through the roads again." She couldn't resist this opportunity to needle him about his piece-of-junk car "You know, if you got a car that was slightly more advanced than a wagon, you might have been able to make it." He laughed a bit "Well, I figure this way I get to spend a little time with my sister, living in separate cities makes that a little tricky sometimes. So I figured I'd surprise you."

"You're lucky the sofa's a pull-out otherwise you'd both be sleeping on the floor," she told them. Nick spoke for the first time since her arrived then, "I think I'd rather the floor than that car seat, I'm not looking forward to sitting on it for hours at a time, much less sleeping in it."

"Well it's late already, you two crash down here, I'm going to go to bed," she informed them. She quickly showed them how to pull out the sofa bed, and went upstairs to change into her nightclothes, a long t-shirt and a pair of boyshorts-style panties. She lay in bed hearing the two chatting and moving about, eventually she managed to fall asleep during a lull in the noise.

After she had woken, yet again, she thought perhaps her interrupted masturbation from earlier was still affecting her, and perhaps if she finished she would be relaxed enough to sleep. She pulled up the story she had been reading earlier. It only took her a few moments to regain her previous level of arousal; apparently she had been primed and ready to go. As she read she began to squeeze her nipples more harshly than usual, and rub her clit more roughly than she usually liked, as she began to approach her orgasm she reached down and thrust two fingers into herself with much greater force than usual. She came immediately.

She tried to control her gasps, she didn't want to make too much noise and wake her guests, she didn't want them to hear what she was doing. As her breathing settled and the shudders though her body began to subside, she began to notice her thirst. She readjusted her clothes and left the room as quietly as she could. She tiptoed into the kitchen and quickly drank a glass of water, when she set down the glass and turned to go back to her room she was startled to see Nick standing a few feet behind her. She hadn't heard anybody behind her and couldn't restrain a small gasp of surprise. She felt like he could see the evidence of what she'd just done all over her. Hair mussed, eyes glassy, nipples proudly erect through her shirt.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I was just trying to get a class of water." She tried to play it off as nothing, "its okay, you just startled me is all." She could see he didn't really believe her, but he didn't bother to comment. He moved past her, brushing against her body in a way that could easily be accidental but she didn't think it was. He grabbed her glass and filled it, he turned one eye to her as he drank it slowly. She realized she had been staring at him for longer than was strictly necessary. He was wearing a pair of boxers and sleeveless shirt, she could see the dark hair on his chest and as he turned she could make out a bright tattoo on his right bicep, a detailed image of hornet's head.

She was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the silence, and when she saw a single drop of water escape his lips and make its way down his neck she turned and quickly walked back to her room. When she got back to her room, she fell on her bed and quickly slipped into a long sleep.

But her sleep was broken much sooner than she would have liked. A loud knocking on her door woke her early in the morning. "Hey sis, the car was acting a little funny right before we turned in for the night. The roads look decent, so I'm going to see about trying to get it looked at before we leave tomorrow. I should be back in a few hours. Nick said he'd make breakfast for you to thank you for letting us crash here, so just head out when you're ready."

She was still tired, but the idea of breakfast quickly got her out of bed. She was awake enough to remember to add pants and a bra to her ensemble this time though. As she walked into the kitchen she could begin to smell the hints of eggs wafting through the apartment, as she walked into the kitchen she could see a stack of pancakes on the table with some butter next to the plate and a bottle of hot syrup on the other side. As she sat at the table, she saw him glance up at her, but he made no comment. His attention seemed focused on his cooking. When he finished with the eggs he grabbed two plates and loaded them up, and set on in front of her and sat across the table form her. As she began grabbing some pancakes and buttering them she said, "Thank you for cooking, it was very nice of you."

"It's no big deal," he said, "I like cooking. There's just something about taking something raw and refining it into whatever you desire. With the proper ingredients you can overcome anything's natural resistance to change and create something truly remarkable. All it takes is time, patience, and... heat." As he spoke, she began to get the impression he wasn't talking about pancakes and eggs. The rest of the meal passed in silence, but she noticed him looking at her now and again, not trying to hide it, just gazing at her from time to time, he seemed... devious is the only word she had for it.

He finished at the same time as her and began helping her clean up. "You cooked, so it's only fair I clean," she said. "Seems fair to me," he responded. He walked into the living room and then she heard him walk towards the bathroom. When she heard the shower begin, she focused back on cleaning the dishes. When she finished she walked back towards her room just in time to see him leave the bathroom, already changed into fresh clothes, and his hair slick from the water, she could steam flowing out the door behind him.

He said nothing and walked back towards the living room.

She went to her bedroom and grabbed her towel and took a shower of her own. She wasn't sure why, but she made a point of shaving her legs and bikini area. After she was finished she wrapped the towel around herself and quickly walked back to her room. As she turned to close the door behind she was surprised to see Nick standing right behind her once again. This time she didn't gasp, but she felt a sharp stab of annoyance, and a prickle of fear. She went to shut the door in his face, but his hand caught the door and she found herself unable to close it. He walked into the room, invading her space, forcing her backwards, and closed the door behind him.

She shouted, "What the hell are you doing?" She tried to slap him but he grabbed her wrist and shoved her back to the bed. Her towel slipped off from the abrupt motion halfway across, she landed on the bed naked. He quickly crossed the room and grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. "If I had known you were so hot, I would've asked your brother to introduce us much sooner," he whispered into her ear before dipping his head to lick a bead of water off her neck.

She couldn't seem to bring herself to fight back, to even scream. Her mind was spinning in a million directions, her wrists were immobile, he was laying on top of her between her spread legs, she couldn't angle them to kick or knee him. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest, and her heart was hammering so loudly she could barely breathe. "Don't worry," he whispered, "I won't force you. In fact, I won't even fuck you until you beg me to."

She couldn't believe him, surely he didn't think there was any way she would want this. She thought it more likely she would beg for death than for him to have his way with her. "But I will fuck you," he continued, "not make love to, not have sex, we're going to FUCK. I'm gonna get you so hot that when I get my cock in your pussy, I bet you'll cum before I even have a chance to get all the way inside. You're gonna say 'please' like a good little girl, and I'm going to fuck you like a whore." She could hear his voice rough with desire, could feel his cock through his pants, hard on her pussy, now and again he would rub against her.

She regained control of her body enough to speak, "My brother is going to kill you when he finds out about this!" He just chuckled softly, "By the time your brother finds out about us, you'll be telling him how much you love me." With that, he pushed his lips against hers, hard. She could feel his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, but kept her teeth clenched. He pushed his thigh against her pussy, hard. She gasped not because it hurt, but because it didn't. By the time she realized what he'd done; his tongue had slipped into her mouth. He kissed her roughly, but skillfully. All the while his leg pushed against her pussy, in time with his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

When he broke the kiss for air, she was gasping for breath. He leaned down to her ear once more, "When I'm done with you, you're gonna be my good little girl. And don't worry about protection, I won't be using any. I saw your birth-control pills in the medicine cabinet, so I hope you've been taking them. You're gonna feel me come deep in your pussy, you're mouth too. You ever deep throated? Don't worry if you haven't... you're going to today."

She was shocked to find herself slowly becoming aroused, by his words or his leg pressing tightly against her pussy, or her nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. She could feel herself slickening up, her breasts filling out, and a blush spreading across her body. She wasn't sure what shocked her more, this attack or her body's betrayal. But it didn't take him long to notice.

"That's it baby," he whispered, "you're getting there. Won't be long before I'm filling you up." He shifted her wrists to one of his hands and roughly grabbed her breasts with his now free hand, palming her nipple, roughly kneading the whole breast. She couldn't contain the gasp of shock and surprising arousal. "That's right, you can make all the noise you like, I love the noises I can make you make. I wanna hear every squeal, every groan, every gasp. It's like an orchestra, and I'm the conductor. You're going to make such beautiful music for me."

His words frightened her, and inflamed her at the same time. She could feel her clit hardening in response to his taking command of her body, in her darkest fantasies she had wished for something like this, but not like this, she could never have imagined the real thing. Her fear only inflamed her passion and she was afraid of that passion, afraid he was going to be right.

His hand released her breast and slowly slid down her stomach to her soaking pussy. He slid over her and cupped her strongly, almost, but not quite enough to hurt. She could no longer hide her shame, her had found her wetness, how engorged her clit was, how swollen her lips. He pulled back to grin at her, and she could see it in his eyes, the desire, the hunger. She knew what he was going to do an instant before he quickly but smoothly slid two fingers into her wetness. Her back arched, seemingly without asking for input from her brain, a groan tore itself from her throat. A million signals crossed in her nervous system, fear became desire, desire became fear, it was maddening, it was beautiful.

He leaned down to take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth, she moaned louder this time. She could feel his fingers in her, curling upwards to rub over her g-spot, his thumb roughly caressing her clit. He sucked hard before nipping her nipple with his teeth. The pain transformed into something sublime in the time it took to travel to her brain. He released her wrists to use his other hand to caress her neglected breast; he knew he no longer had to fear her running away. And he was right, with her hands free, she could have made an effort to escape or fight back, all she could bring herself to do was clench the sheets of her bed tightly trying to find any method of regaining control.

He pulled he mouth from her breast and looked into her eyes; he could see them dark with arousal. "You're not as quiet as you think you are. I heard you last night, in here, touching yourself. Could hear every little gasp, every perfect little moan. I knew then that I'd have to take you, but don't worry, you won't need to fuck yourself tonight, I'll be fucking you." He wasn't bothering to whisper anymore. He growled in her ear and gave a quick nip to her earlobe, it sent a shudder running down her spine.

He sharply drew his hand from her pussy and breast, leaving her keening "Noooo." He whipped his shirt over his hand and quickly unbuttoned his shorts. She realized her eyes were closing and opened them in time to see him release his cock. It was average length, but thick, and so very hard. She could feel her body writhing in need, she tried to hide it, but couldn't stop herself. Her back arched up, trying to bring her pussy closer to him.

He stroked himself once, "Is this what you want?" She couldn't say yes, but she couldn't bring herself to say no. She squeezed her eyes shut and still her body squirmed uncontrollably. She felt him leaning over her once more, "Oh no, that's not good enough. I told you I wouldn't fuck you until you begged me for it. Now, open your eyes!" She couldn't resist his command, not any more. She saw him bring his hand back to her pussy and slide right in, she was so moist he met no resistance. "I'm going to fuck you like this, face to face. Do you know why?" She shook her head no, "It's so I can see the exact moment in your eyes when your want nothing more than for me to fuck you. To cum in you, to make you mine, and you're going to cum so hard when you realize it. Is that what you want?"

She nodded, unable to voice the words, but unable to deny them. "No, say it," he commanded. "Yes," she whispered. He wasn't going to let her off that easy though, "Yes, what?" She didn't want to say the words, but the demands of her body were more than she could deny, "Please. Fuck me."

He smiled triumphantly at her words, "Thatta girl, but you know, this is feeling a little one sided. So far I've done all the work, so it seems only fair to me, that you should help out a little." With that he straddled her stomach and slowly began to knee walk until his cock was at her mouth. His hand slowly reached behind her head, trailing through her still wet hair, and raised it, bring her lips even with his cock. She knew what he expected, and she no longer had it in her to deny him.

Her lips opened obediently, and she engulfed the head. Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth. It had been so long since she had this feeling, the velvet soft skin over an iron hard core. Her tongue caressed the head, dipped into the slit, luxuriated along the ridge. She opened her eyes to look at him and could see an answering desire in his eyes.

She felt a firm but gentle pressure forcing her to take more, "mmm, you suck my cock like a lady. But you're no lady, not anymore, it's time you sucked it like a whore!" The pressure on her head suddenly becomes greater forcing more of the cock into her mouth. She was caught by surprise and so barely had time to take a breath before even more of the cock was in her mouth. She could feel every vein with her tongue, could feel the heat sinking into her body, and the throbbing of his pulse. She had never been more turned on by the act of giving head.

She felt herself being pulled off his cock, but resisted, sucking long and loudly, every inch before it left her mouth. "That's good baby, now we're gonna try something a little different. I want you to kneel up on the bed, and then get ready to deepthroat this. And we're not stopping until I've pumped a nice load into your sexy belly." She did as he demanded and quickly knelt in front of him. She had never deepthroated before but she felt herself wanting to do this. To prove that she could do this, for him.

She felt him grab her by the back of the head once more and willingly opened to receive him. The first several inches were easy but the fourth she began to have trouble, she felt her gag reflex about to kick in when suddenly she was forced down onto his cock, the last few inches shooting into her mouth. The head went shooting into her throat and she found her nose buried in his pubic hair, his balls grazing her chin. She could feel him in her throat, and to her surprise she liked it. She could feel his pulse throughout her whole body it seemed. He let out a groan at the feeling of her throat constricting his cock.

He pulled back a few inches and then shoved back in. He repeated this for several moments when she realized he was fucking her face, and to her shock she loved. The feel of it entering her throat, the thickness resting atop her tongue, the taste of his precum. She felt her body reacting to this in a way it had never done before when she gave head, she was growing even more turned on, and she nearly came when without even being touched when he said. "that's my girl, I'm gonna cum for you. I'm gonna give your very first load of the day right now, and you're gonna swallow. Every...single...drop." With a groan he thrust forward as deep as he could, he was deep in her throat when she felt it swelling and could feel the first pump as it shot his cum deep into her. She felt warm at the very pit of her stomach as she thought of accepting his cum into her.




A Late Night



She wasn't sure when it went from grudging acceptance, to wanting to show him good she could be. But all she could think of at the moment was that he was filling her up just like he promised and that she LOVED it.

When the last pulses of his cum had slid down her throat he gently pulled back and allowed her to tongue his head clean. She had never much enjoyed the taste of cum before, and she didn't really enjoy it now, but she loved that she didn't have a choice.

"You've been given a present," he said "and what do good girls do when they get a present?" It took her a moment to think but eventually, she thought she knew what he wanted. "They say, th-thank you." He nodded and smiled down at her.

"You did a good job baby, a real good job. Now I'm gonna give you what you begged me for." She was shocked to see his had remained just as hard as before. He pushed her over onto the center of the bed and lifted her legs to his shoulders. "I'm gonna get real deep in you this way, as deep as possible," he said. He slowly leaned over until she was nearly bent double, normally she wasn't this flexible but she was so turned on she believed she could do anything to sate this desire. He rubbed his cock up and down her cleft, teasing her. She let out a high pitched whine before saying, "Pleeease, give me your cock."

Without warning, he found her entrance was slowly pushed into her. True to his earlier promise, she was so turned on she came when he was only half way into her. "There you go, just like I promised. I bet it's because you've never had it bare before. It's a whole different feeling; you can feel it can't you, the heat, the pulse. I'm gonna cum in you; I bet no man has ever cum inside you before. I'm gonna go as deep as possible, and then I'm gonna cum in you. It's gonna mark you forever. No matter what happens, you'll always know that I was there first, I marked you, I claimed you, I OWN you."

With that he started pushing into her hard, he bottomed out quickly, and she could feel his balls pressed up against her. She noticed a high pitched keening noise and realized it was her. He began pumping into her then, with long deep strokes, occasionally alternating with shallow fast strokes. She knew it wouldn't be long before she came again, and she was correct.

She felt herself wanting to please him, want to cum for him. After all what better way could she show him how much she wanted him, how much she needed him. She looked into his eyes, saw the knowledge there, and had the largest orgasm of her life.

After that she fell into a state that was neither pure hell nor pure joy but something in-between. Orgasm came without warning, he whispered into her ear the whole time. Dark terrible, lovely, sexy things "You're mine now. Whenever I want, wherever I want. I'm gonna visit you at your next family vacation and fuck you in your childhood bedroom. I'm gonna fuck you in your parents' bed. I'm gonna take you to a dance club and fuck you against a wall. And you're going to beg me to do it!"

After nearly thirty minutes of this torturous bliss she felt his stroke begin to come sharp and deep. His breathing came shallowly, she could see his jaw clenched, unable to speak any more. She came once more and screamed, "NIIIIICCK," he shoved as deep as he could and she felt him swell causing her aftershocks to spike and she could her him growl, "You sexy bitch, take my cum."

With that he halted in his movements, she could feel the pulsing of his dick begin to slow. He slipped her legs off of his shoulders; they fell limp to the bed. She didn't think she could move her legs if she tried, they felt as strong as wet noodles.

She laid there catching her breath, as she ran her fingers through his short hair. His breathing began to come more regularly when he gently pulled out of her. She made a short whine whether disappointment or relief even she didn't know for sure. He smiled at her, "Don't worry baby, we're not done yet. I haven't claimed your last hole yet."

At first she didn't really comprehend what he was saying, but when the words registered in her mind she tried to sit up, but her body was not cooperating. Her legs were too shaky to even think about standing. She shook her head no, but she knew he would take her ass anyways, and it terrified her just as much as it thrilled her.

She made a moue of protest when he casually flipped her over onto her stomach. She felt him lean over her to grab the pillows at the head of her bed, his cock brushing against her cheeks, making her shiver. He placed the pillows under her hips, raising her ass up to him. He leaned into her ear, "A sexy bitch like you must have some lube, where is it?" She shook her head, unwilling to aid him in this, at least. A sharp smack to her right cheek made her gasp, she knew it would leave a handprint and knew she would feel it long after the mark had faded. When a smack landed on the other cheek, she whined, "In my nightstand, the top drawer"

She felt him lean over her and closed her eyes when she felt the cock on her back; he seemed to make a point of brushing his length against her as much as possible. She heard the drawer open and his chuckle, no doubt from finding her vibrator. She felt his fingers prying open her ass cheeks, she tried to clench but it was no use, a splash of cold hit her rosebud causing her to gasp in shock. She felt a finger begin massaging it in, wringing another gasp from her at the new sensations. After several moments she stopped trying to clench her cheeks, the massage serving its secondary purpose of relaxing her. A few moments later the fingers left and she heard another squirt, followed by the slick sounds of him rubbing it onto his cock.

He leaned over her once more, supporting his weight on one hand while pulling her apart with the other, exposing her to his hardness. She felt his head touch her gently and couldn't resist the instinctive response to tense to prevent this invasion. He whispered into her ear, "Just relax baby girl, the sooner you relax, the sooner I'll be all the way inside you, and the sooner you'll be mine." She felt herself relax slightly against her will. Part of her wanted to please him, wanted him to take her this final step of the way; and that part was winning.

A firm pressure began pushing into her. With his hot breath playing in her ear and the unrelenting pressure he slowly began to enter her, a flash of pain drove through her as the widest part of his head passed through her rosebud. A moue of pain escaped her and she felt him still for a moment, the head just inside her. "That's it, take it" he breathed. She felt him slowly begin again, his hot spike slowly breaching her walls. "Take it," he whispered as more of him slid into her depths, "Take it," he told her as he passed the halfway point, "take it," as she neared the base, "good girl," when she felt his hips in contact with her ass.

She knew she had taken him, all of him, and she loved it. As each burst of pain reached her brain it collided with sparks of pleasure becoming something wholly new. She no longer felt restrained, she felt FREED. She moaned with disappointment as she felt him slowly pulling back, she raised her ass to him, offering it to him, his reward for conquering her. She heard him laugh before "There's MY good girl. I knew you had it in you." She felt him pull back and slam down hard, it hurt but the hurt felt wonderful.

The fucking began in earnest then, she felt him slamming into her, splitting her open in a way no one ever had. In a sudden move he reached under had and roughly rubbed her clit, it sent lightning bolts through her body. She came so unexpectedly it tore a cry from her throat, she could feel her muscles squeezing him causing him to groan with pleasure. It didn't last much longer after that, his thrusts sped up furiously until with one final deep thrust he held himself in her, and leaned down and bit the back of her neck, causing her to arch into him. She felt him swelling once more, but this time she could actually feel his cum splashing into her walls, branding her body, branding her soul.

After several moments she felt the splashing cease and could feel him softening inside her. He gently laid himself down on her body, she felt him covering but she felt no fear any longer, just... warm.

Several hours later when her brother returned with the car he found he found them sitting on the sofa watching a weather report. When he asked how the day went, "It went fine, we just hung around the house," she replied.

THE NEXT DAY

Her brother had gone out to collect a few more last minute supplies for the road trip. It was a short list, but with so many people making a run on all the grocery stores it would take him a couple hours to finish. This left her and Nick a few final hours to get to know one another. They were currently in the living room, some soft gentle music was playing, and Nick sat naked on the couch. She was dressed in the sexiest lingerie she owned and was giving him a private dance.

He watched as she slowly removed her panties and bra but left her garters on. She had never felt so daring or so sexy before. She sashayed over to the couch and straddled his lap, she began to gently lower herself onto his cock, but he grabbed her hips and forced her all the way with one sudden pull. She let out a cry of surprise and pleasure as she felt him sheathed within her once more.

They slowly rocked to the music as he finished what he'd planned, the very first night they met. Make her belong to him, to crave him, and he knew no one else would do for her any longer.

Several hours later, Nick and her brother were getting ready to leave. "I'm gonna go put this stuff in the car and get it started; you grab the last of it. But give your brother a hug before I head out," her brother said. As she hugged him she was acutely aware of Nick's cum still trickling into her panties. He grabbed his bags and headed out while Nick slowly walked to her, "I think I'll take a goodbye kiss, something for you to remember me by until we see each other again." He pulled her to him roughly and slid his mouth over hers, as his tongue plundered her mouth his hands roughly grabbed her ass pulling her closer into him. When he jerked her away from him, she was breathless and gasping. With that he grabbed his bags and walked out the door.

She stood in the doorway waving goodbye until their car was out of sight. She closed the door and stood in her living room, if she breathed deeply she could pick up the faint smell of sex underneath the air freshener. Her nipples quickly hardened and her pussy grew moist. She tried to resist, but within a minute she running towards her bedroom.



A Late Night



I eased the mouse toward the top of the screen. The menu unfolded and the arrow found the ShutDown command. The screen went grey, then black as the fans slowed to a stop and the last trace of sound in my office faded into the late evening.

I took a sigh and leaned out of my chair and started the long climb from my basement office to our bedroom upstairs. As a graphic designer I had the privilege and cruse of working from home. Getting a block of work finished, usually took more than several hours and left me as the last man awake in our quiet suburban neighborhood. 

As I often did, I stopped by the front window and looked out at our cul-de-sac. It was unusual to see any movement after ten o'clock, and this was a typical night. All of the houses were dark, save for a handful of porch lights and our one streetlight casting a large orange circle onto the pavement. I took a moment to appreciate our charmed life and continued my climb to bed.

Our room was black and a single slice of dim light escaped from our bathroom and cut across the floor to our bed, where, Julie, my beautiful wife lay sleeping. She usually left the small nightlight glowing in the bathroom, so I could navigate my final chores without waking her. I brushed my teeth and changed into some jogging shorts, forgoing a shirt because the humidity from the afternoon had not lifted. I clicked off the light and softly padded across the carpet to my side of the bed.

I felt for the seam of our sheets and slid my foot between them. I slowly straightened out a relaxed each muscle, feeling the cool sheets on my back. My wife's slow, deliberate breathing proving that she was still asleep. I rolled to my side, facing her and could just make out her silhouette. I closed my eyes, assuming that sleep was just a few moments away.

"Hey." It floated across the pillows on her breath. I had woken her up.

"Hi. Sorry," I apologized, taking the disruption as an opportunity to adjust my pillow one last time.

"It's okay. I was awake." She leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my upper lip. She used the first kiss to line up the next, a little harder this time. Then another. This happens sometimes. She kissed me aggressively and I happily let her control things for a bit. "Do you wanna play around?" Her question was more rhetorical than anything.

"Sure." I propped myself on one elbow to take over the situation. She laid a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back into my pillow. My eyes were just starting to adjust to the darkness. 

She rolled away from me. "Hang on." I heard her shuffling in her bedside table. She rolled back towards me, and I thought I caught a grin or smirk flash across her face. "Here," she put her hand on the back of my head, slid her sleeping mask over my eyes and I was plunged back into darkness.

I felt her weight on the bed shift and then heard her feet shuffle around the end of the bed. Her soft hand found my shoulder. "Sit up. On the edge." I was completely lost, but obeyed her. I tried to raised my hand to her mid-section and was softly slapped away. "I got you something. Put your arms out."

I held out my hands waiting for the weight of my gift. Instead I felt something delicate sliding around my hand and up my arms. At my shoulders, something pulled across my chest and around my back. I felt my wife reach behind me and my torso was ringed with a tight band of fabric.

"What is this? What are you doing?" I asked with playful curiosity.

"Well. It's a training bra."

"A what?!" I asked on the edge of alarm. Where was she going with this?

"It's a bra for girls who are training to become women. Girls who are at a point where they are learning how to handle a cock," she explained with all the sexiness of health class professor. 

I'm not a very big guy, so the idea that I would fit into a large girl's training bra seemed plausible.

"I know how to handle a cock," I reassured her.

She let out a soft laugh through her nose.

I pressed her, not ready to end her game. "Okay. Why am I wearing a training bra?"

"Well. I thought I looked a little silly." She grabbed my wrists standing me up and moving away from the bed. "And I wanted us to be equals."

"Equals?"

"Yah. So you have a little pink bra." Her hand squeezed my chest through the soft fabric. A warm feeling washed over me and my cock lurched. She definitely going somewhere with this. Her hand slid down past my stomach and she wrapped her fingers around my now very hard dick. "And a little pink dick." She was amusing herself now.

"And I have," with her free hand she returned to my wrist and raised my hand to her breast. "A big purple bra."

Before I could close my fingers, she applied pressure to my wrist, forcing it down. "And a big..." I see where this is going. 


"Hard...." She knew exactly what she was doing. I swallowed hard.

"Purple...." My hand passed her belly button and I felt it just as she said, "Cock." 


My fingers felt the smooth member jutting out from her pelvis. She kept her hand on my wrist until I voluntarily grabbed her. I could tell right away that it was a little bigger than mine. I tightened my grip and gave the slightest of tugs. She let out a soft moan. She leaned in for another passionate kiss. Then my cheek. Her temple pressed against mine to get her mouth so close to my ear. She drew in a long, slow breath that came back with the words, "Suck my cock." 


Her hands were now on my shoulders applying the slightest pressure. I bent one knee and lowered myself in front of her. I paused on the way down to nuzzle her beautiful breasts that must have looked stunning in that purple bra. Her pressure increased and I was on my knees, worshipping her.

Her hand moved to my head and she pulled the blindfold off. The room was visible now and right in front of me was my wife's beautiful strapon cock. It wasn't very life-like. It was very smooth, but had a well-defined head. She held onto to it and moved it to my lips.

I planted a soft kiss on the end. Then I opened my mouth. She encouraged me with a gentle, "There you go," keeping pressure on the back of my head. I looked up into her loving, patient eyes. She stared down past that purple bra that was every bit as intoxicating as I thought it would be.

We had never done anything like this. In our sexual relationship, we were both bottoms. She loved rough sex and I also loved it when she took control. This had been a fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember, and in my mind it was always a woman, never with a guy. The idea of being penetrated and used by a woman seemed so hot to me, and Julie knew it. Tonight she took it to the next level and I loved her for it.

She was gentle, but firm. She pressed her cock into my throat. I had seen her deep-throat me and she made it look pretty simple. She angled my head forward and pushed. I gagged a little, but started to breathe through my nose. She knew that I knew what to do. After a short while, I had my nose brushing the leather triangle of her harness. 

A big, proud grin spread across her face. She sighed through her nose and closed her eyes as she moved the cock in and out of my mouth. She took a moment from coaching to enjoy the sensation. I joined her. I reached for my hard dick, that was leaking through my shorts.

Julie exhaled a long breath and pulled the cock from my mouth. My jaw ached a little and I was thankful for the reprieve. 

She returned to role of conductor. "Okay. Stand up. Time for the part you've been waiting for."



A Late Night at the Office



Another day and it looked like it was going to be a bad one. I could already see I was going to be working late, but what else is new. I decided I wasn't going to starve myself this time and I left to get something to eat. When I got back, I noticed you were here. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Had a few things I had to get done and figured it was going to be quiet," you answered. 

"Well don't mind me," I said and went to my desk. 

You had on shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. You looked very comfortable, where I still had on my dress and heels. It was a little bit of a fuller dress, so I wore my garter belt and stockings since it was so warm out and there was a policy of having to wear something on your legs. 

It was about 7:00 pm and no one was around. I ask if you would mind if I played my music and you said go right ahead. Music seems to help me when I am feeling stressed, I really get in to it, letting it carry me away per se. 

I am at my computer typing away not thinking of anything but what I am doing. You come over behind me. I don't see you at all, I am just bouncing to the music doing what needs to be done. You put one hand on my shoulder and I jump about 20 feet. 

I turn my chair around to see you laughing. "You think that's funny, huh," and I raise a hand to slap you on the shoulder. You grab my wrist before I could. Well that just wasn't going to do, so I raise the other one and you catch that one also. So now, there I am, both of my wrists in your hands and not much I could do about it. 

You stare into my eyes and I can feel a small stir inside of me. I try to pull my arms away from you but you won't let go. You have this evil grin. 

I try to pull them away again and you still won't let go. I say, "Very funny, you can let go now." With that, you push me back to the wall and start to kiss me. I am startled and have no clue as to what to do. I could feel myself start to get wet. 

There were times in the past where I would sit in my cube wondering how it would be if something ever happened between us, but then I would ignore the thought realizing it probably never would happen. 

I finally get back to reality and try to push you off. You have a good grip on me and continue to kiss me. Your body is pressed against mine and I really have no where to go. I can feel how hard your cock is.

You stop kissing me and I say, "What do you think you're doing?"

You kiss down to my ear and whisper, "Don't fight it, you know you want it, we both want it."

"We can't, it's not right, please stop," I say back to you but you seem to be ignoring my words. 

You take my one wrist and put it with my other one and hold them both above my head with one hand. With your free hand, you start playing with my breast. I feel my clit start to ache. My mind is saying no but my body has other ideas in mind. 

"Please stop, this isn't right," I say while I try to break away, though I am not pushing as hard as I was in the beginning. You still ignore me making sure my hands are still secure. 

You take your finger and start feeling around until you finally find my nipple. You start rubbing and pinching it. My body jumps a little and you know you have hit the right spot. 

I am fighting in my mind, do I let this happen or do I try to stop it. My mind still has some control and I try to push hard against you trying to get away. I hear you chuckle a little because you know I am going nowhere. 

You move your hands down to the bottom of my dress and move it up my leg. You stop at the top of my stockings realizing what I have on. "Very nice," you say as your hand keeps moving up. You reach the outside of my panties and rub lightly. I feel my knees buckle a bit. 

Then your hand goes under my panties and you start to play with my clit. You can feel how wet I am and you know this is what I want. 

"No, stop, we can't do this," I say, but you quiet me by kissing me again. Your finger keeps playing with my clit, moving it down a little to get more juices. Then you move your finger and slip it inside me. This time you hear me moan. My body is starting to take over. 

You feel me spread my legs a little and you know I am completely yours. You put a second finger in and you can feel me starting to grind against it. You release some of your grip on my wrist. I don't try to push away at all. 

Once you realize I am not going to try to get away, you totally release my wrist and slide down my body. You get on your knees in front of me and lift up my dress. I just stand there, my arms still over my head. 

You take my panties off and smell them. "You are going to taste so good," you say as you move closer to my pussy. All I can do is nod a little bit. You take your tongue and lightly lick my clit. I thought I was going to come just from that. 

You start licking harder and longer. You hear me moan and you swear you hear me say oh god yes. You take your finger and put it back inside of me and then another. You start to play with my g-spot and that is when I lose control. 

You feel my legs tense, my muscles start to tighten around your fingers and I begin to moan. Then you feel the rush of my cum on your fingers and my body trembles. 

Now one time, a while ago, a bunch of us from work went out and had some drinks. Everyone had pretty much left except you, me and another girl. We were pretty drunk and started talking about stuff you normally don't talk about with co-workers. Some how we got on the subject of orgasms and I blurted out that once I have had a orgasm, I can keep cumming about every 20 seconds after that. Well at least that's what the other girl told me I said the next day. I didn't remember much and you never mentioned it. 

Well you did remember and was planning on using it. After my orgasm, you eased off a bit and I caught my breath. Before I could do anything, you start right back at my clit again and I came a second time. The second one is always better than the first. 

You are enjoying this very much and do it to me one more time. When that one is over you take your fingers out and suck off all my juices. You make an mmmmm sound while you do it. 

Then you stand up and kiss me again. I could taste myself on your lips. You say to me, "Do you want me to fuck you?" I am still trying to recover and all I can do is shake my head yes. 

You walk me over to my desk and have me sit on it. You take off my dress and unlatch my bra, letting if fall to the ground. You pull down your shorts and I get to see your cock for the first time. It is much bigger than I ever thought. It was very hard and red. I put my hand down and touch it a little. You just smile at me. 

Then you pull me to the edge of the desk and start to put your cock inside of me. My pussy is very tight, so you go slow, putting the head in first, moving it in and out. Then you push it in a little more. You watch the head as it disappears inside of me. You hear me moaning. 

You push more in and kept doing this until you were all they way in. I had loosened up enough for you to move smoothly and you start going harder and faster. You are so big that it fills me up. 

I wrap my legs around you while you fuck my pussy. My nails scratch into your back. I have wanted this for a long time and I am enjoying every moment of it. 

I take my finger and start rubbing around the base of your cock while it goes in and out of me. I love to watch it disappear inside of me and then come back out. 

You pull out of me and I look at you with a puzzled look. You just smile at me and pull me down from the desk. You walk me over to my chair and bend me over the arms. You spread my legs and put your cock back inside of me. My god, it feels so good like this. 

You grab my hips and start pounding in to me. I can feel your cock is very hard and you are close to cumming. You slow down a bit, taking it nice and easy. I guess you are just not ready yet. 

After a bit, you pull out of me and pull me up. You turn me around and start pushing me backwards. Then you sit on the chair and pull me back to you. You said, "I want to look in your eyes, I want to watch you cum." That right there almost made me cum. 

I straddle you and ease your big hard cock deep inside of me. You are in the deepest you have been all-night and it feels so good. I start to rotate my hips while you grind in to me.

You pull me close and kiss me hard. Your tongue playing with mine. Then you kiss down my neck and to my nipple. Your tongue is so hard against it, flicking it, making me moan. Then you put your finger on my clit and start rubbing it. I am in heaven. I have your hard cock in me, your tongue on my nipple and your finger on my clit. 

It doesn't take long for you to feel me start to grab your cock tight. You look up at my face and see my eyes close and my head go back. I start riding you harder and harder until I finally cum all over your cock. You feel the warm juices rush down your throbbing manhood. 

You continue to rub but this time you start to cum at the same time I do. I feel you hit the back of my pussy and feel your cock twitch inside of me. My muscles are pumping every last bit of your cum out of you. I collapse on your chest. 

After I finally recover, I reach up in to my cabinet and grab as many napkins as I can to try and catch our cum to keep it from staining the chair. I stand up and get most of it in the napkin. 

I figure everything is done, when you grab and kiss me again pulling me close to you. Your cock still half way hard. I figured maybe I should return the favor. 

I start kissing down your neck and to your chest. I lick your nipples a little, couldn't tell if you really liked that or not. I kept move down kissing your tummy and making it quiver and then kneel in front of you and start to lick your cock like it was a lollypop. 

I lick up and down, around in circles and especially right under the edge of the head where it is so sensitive. All this time my hand is rubbing your balls, playing with them gently. 

You seem to be enjoying this, you take your hands and put them on my head and start to rub it. I take the head of your cock and put it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, sucking on it. Then I take it all in my mouth. I hear a moan from you and you seem to help me move my head with your hands while your cock goes in and out of my mouth. 

I suck you, lick you and play with your balls. All of a sudden, you pull me off and lay me on the floor. You say you have to be inside of me now. 

You put your cock deep inside of me, not slow and easy like before, but hard and fast. You are fucking me almost like an animal and I like it. I wrap my legs around you and let you go wild on me. The look on your face is pure passion. 

I say to you "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck my wet pussy." Well you really seem to enjoy that. You start fucking me faster and faster, harder and harder, then you stop deep inside of me and I feel your cock shooting your cum in to me. I scratch my nails up your back while this is happening which seems to make it more intense. 

You finally collapse on me, exhausted. You are having a hard time catching your breath. Finally, you start to recover. You look into my eyes with this look of I know something that you don't.

You lean your head down to my ear and say, "I didn't have any work to do tonight, I was here for you."



A Late Night Call Starts It All



"Ring ... Ring ... RING"

Jason slowly rolled over and looked at the clock as he reached for the phone. "2:30AM" flashed in front of him and groaned. He'd been sleeping less then 90 minutes since getting off a 16-hour shift at the clinic. "Hello?" he yawned into the phone.

"Hello, Jason? This is Karen at the Clinic. I know you just left here but we have a 'situation' and Jessie is on an ACLS ambulance run so I figured I'd better contact you."

Suddenly awake at the code word used when an employee or one of their family members is brought into the clinic, Jason sat up in the bed and replied, "I'll be there in 15 minutes."

Karen saw him as he entered 10 minutes later and called, "Room 6, in the back, but you should know it's ..."

Jason never heard the last of Karen's comment as he entered the room and stopped. Sitting in the room was one of the most beautiful women he knew; 5-foot, 6-inches tall, sandy-blonde hair, hazel eyes, a 32DD-inch bust and a body that most women would die to have and most men would kill to hold on to; Michelle was the type of woman that caused even the oldest men to turn their head and stare ... the problem was that she was his step-brother's girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, Michelle. I think there's been a mistake. I'll be right back," he said as he quickly turned and walked back to the desk to talk to Karen. "You want to tell me what's going on? I can't take care of her, Karen. You know who that is. It might be considered a conflict of interest."

"I understand that Jason, but Jessie had to go on an ACLS ambulance run and won't be back for at least two hours. I didn't think it would be a good idea to have her just sitting here the whole time ... so I called you."

Jason stood, looking at the floor, as he considered what Karen had said. "Ya, I guess you're right. But I'm leaving the door open a bit so there can't be any questions or comments later."

"I understand."

Then Jason returned to the exam room and found Michelle still sitting on the exam table. 

As he entered she looked up, "I'm sorry Jason. I didn't know where else to go."

"I understand. So, why are you here tonight?"

"I got in a fight."

"Ok. Let me take a look at you and see what's going on here." A quick look reveled that Michelle's lower lip was split and that her left eye was slowly swelling. After a brief preliminary assessment he stepped back. "Ok, there doesn't appear to be any major injuries or broken bones but I think you should stay here and wait for Jessie to get back so she check you out for any more personal injuries."

Michelle sat silently before replying, "I don't see why I have to wait for her. You're a practitioner too and even better from what I've heard."

"That may or may not be true, but there is a matter of conflict of interest involved and since you're Derrick's girlfriend that means that I can't do any more than I have."

"Is that what this is about ... Derrick?" she asked angrily. "Well what if I told you that he did this to me after I told him I was leaving?"

"It's still the fact that he IS my step-brother, regardless of what may be going on between the two of you."

Standing Michelle stared at Jason as she grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open as she stated to cry. "So you can't help me with these ..." exposing the bruises across her chest and abdomen, "and these ..." as she spun around exposing more bruises to her back, "or how about these ..." as she pulled down her pants exposing even more bruises across her buttocks and thighs.

Jason stood there shocked, confused, and angered by what he saw. "What the fuck?" he blurted. "Derrick did this to you?"

Michelle continued to stand there, trembling as she replied, "Yes, and he would have doen a lot more if I ..."

"I what?" Jason finished.

"If I hadn't killed him in the balls and run, that's what!"

Jason stared at the sight of the near-nude woman standing in front of him. He had known Michelle since she and Derrick had started dating almost a year ago. He had been jealous that his step-brother had been lucky enough to find such an attractive and enjoyable woman but never let it show. On several occasions, he had even had sexual fantasizes about her which now caused his cock to stir until he quickly turned away. "Michelle," he said quietly "please stay just as you are while I ask Karen to come in. I know it sounds stupid but I want her in here as a witness and to help me document these injuries while I complete your examination." Then in a louder voice he called, "Karen, could you please contact the Sheriff? Then could you come in here and bring an assault kit with you?"

Karen entered almost instantly and handed the kit to Jason.

"Karen, due to the nature of this situation I'd like you to stay here and take notes of all injuries and bruising while I complete the examination. This will be a forensic exam just so you're aware and may result in legal proceedings in the future. Are you comfortable with that?"

Karen took one look at Michelle's bruises and picked up the paperwork included in the kit without saying a word.

For the next hour, Jason examined Michelle's body with Karen at his side. Measuring, photographing, and taking tissue and fluid samples while Karen took notes of everything being done or asked. When they were finished Jason moved away from the exam table. "Michelle there's just one more question I need for this report and it's usually the hardest thing for a person to do. Could you please explain, in your own words what happened tonight and why you're here?"

Michelle sat silent for a moment before speaking, "Derrick and I had been together for almost a year and in the beginning things were great. He had a good job and I took care of the house while working on a business I have on the Internet. Then about 3 months ago things changed when Derrick lost his job. Money got tight and there didn't seem to be any work around so Derrick called an old friend and within a week the money started rolling in again ... more money then I'd ever seen. When I asked Derrick where all the money was coming from he wouldn't tell me but he was gone more and more ... especially at night. Tonight when he came home he was really nervous, pacing back and forth like some caged animal. When I asked what was wrong he started shouting at me that he'd taken some money from the people he was working for and had lost it. He thought he could replace it before they found out but he couldn't and now they were after him. When I asked if there was something I could do to help he stood there and just looked at me. Then he ..." Michelle sat quiet for a moment before continuing. "What I'm going to tell you now is confidential and I don't want on the record."

"I'm not sure we can do that Michelle since you were assaulted, that's up to the lawyers," Jason replied.

"Oh, what the fuck!" Michelle sighed, "My life in this town is over after tonight anyway so I may as well get it all out. The business I have on the Internet has to do with pornography. I post nude pictures of myself and a few friends and then we split the money. But tonight Derrick wanted me to go further. He wanted me to do a hardcore scene with one of the guys he owed the money too. He figured it would get them off his back for awhile and in the mean time we could post the scene on my website and charge extra for anyone who wanted to see it. Anyway, I told him I wouldn't have sex with a stranger or have any hardcore posted on my site and if that's what he wanted me to do that we were through. He didn't say at thing, instead he just started hitting me. When I fell to the floor he jumped on top of me and started to rip my clothes off, yelling that I was nothing but a slut and a whore anyway so what did it matter if I got fucked on camera. That was it; I kneed him in the balls and ran out of the house. I walked though the woods for awhile until I came across the hiking trail that leads behind the clinic and I came here."

"Michelle, after what you've told me I need to ask you a few more question, ok?"

Michelle nodded so he continued.

"Do you have any idea how severely you may have injured Derrick or where he might go if he was trying to hide?"

"I kneed him pretty hard and he was just lying there wrapped up in a ball when I ran out. As for where he might go, I'm not sure. I never met the people he was working for and you probably have a better idea where he'd go if he ran for the hills."

"Thank you, Michelle. Karen, did you get all of that?"

"I got it."

"Ok, Michelle, the Sheriff's deputy should be waiting outside so if you don't mind I'm going to go and talk to her. I apologize for taking your clothes but they will be needed as evidence when this goes to trial but I'm pretty sure we have some extra clothes in the storage room so I'll have Karen get you something."

"No problem. And I apologize that I got you into this. I know that you and Derrick grew up together," Michelle said softly.

Jason didn't say a word as he left the room to let the Deputy Sheriff know he was done with his examination and that she could talk to Michelle now. Then he headed for the office in the back of the clinic to complete his paperwork. Twenty-five minutes later he heard a soft knock at his door and looked up to see the Deputy.

"Hey, Sara. You about done?"

"Ya. Except we have a bit of a problem."

"What's that?"

"Michelle doesn't have any place to go. We can't let her go back to Derrick's place since it's going to become a crime scene and the County doesn't have the money in its budget to put her up in a motel so I'm not sure where we can send her."

"What about the Woman's Shelter?"

"I just got done talking to them and they're full. They don't expect to have an open bed for at least the next 6 – 8 days. The only other option is to have her stay in the jail."

Jason heard the unspoken question as if it had been screamed out loud.

Sighing Jason asked, "What if she stays at my place?"

The Deputy's face immediately lit up like a Christmas tree. "Could you do that? It's not going to an inconvenience or anything is it?"

"I'll make due. Just one thing ... this isn't going to cause a problem when this goes to Court is it?"

"I don't think so under the circumstances but I'll call the Judge right away and ask. Knowing him he'll probably call you with a couple of questions and then decide. In the mean time, it would be a real help if you'd take her with you."

"Ok, but I better hear from the Judge pretty soon. This could get real messy since Derrick is my step-brother."

"First thing, I promise," she called over her shoulder as she headed towards the front of the clinic and out to her patrol car.

Jason slowly walked to the exam room and knocked. "Michelle, it's Jason. Can I come in?"

"Ya, come on in."

Entering the exam room, Jason saw Michelle sitting in one of the chairs dressed in a pink sweatshirt, gray sweatpants and a pair of red clinic "footies". Quickly he looked away so she wouldn't see the smile that formed on his face.

"You don't have to look away. I know I look ridiculous but this is all that Karen could find in the storage room that fit me." 

Still not looking back Jason replied, "Sorry about that. I'll have to see if I have something lying around my place that will fit or at least look a little bit better."

"What do you mean YOUR PLACE?"

"Well, it seems that the Deputy doesn't have any place for you to go, at least for the night, and so she asked if I'd mind having you stay at my place."

"Are you sure that's going to be ok?"

"The Deputy seemed to think so, under the circumstances, but she's trying to contact the Judge right now to make sure of it."

"Ok, ... but how do you feel about it? Derrick is your step-brother after all."

Turning back and smiled at her, "I guess everything will be ok as long as you don't do to me what you did to Derrick."

Michelle laughed for the first time, "That shouldn't be hard as long as you don't try to do what Derrick tried. Deal?"

"Deal," Jason responded. "Now let's get out of here."

Standing, Michelle quietly followed Jason as he headed for the front of the clinic.

Karen was sitting at the front desk as she had been earlier and looked up as they walked by. "Jason, the Deputy just called back and said she got a hold of the Judge. He doesn't seem to have a problem with Michelle staying at your place for now but he's going to stop over at your place around 9:00 o'clock in the morning to talk to Michelle and see what can be done about finding her another place to stay."

Jason groaned inwardly as he looked up at the clock above Karen's head. "5:47" he thought. "It will take us 10 – 15 minutes to get to my place. Probably another 30 minutes to an hour to get settled. If I'm lucky I'll get an hour or so sleep before we have to get back up to see the judge," yet all he said was, "We better get going then."

Michelle quietly followed behind Jason, almost like a timid deer, as they walked to his SUV, her eyes constantly moving and watching the shadows around them. When Jason opened the door she climbed in and slid down so that no one could see her, without saying a word.

Jason closed the door, walked around to the driver's side and climbed in. "You don't have to hide like that. No one is up at this time on a Sunday morning," he said as they headed to his apartment.

Michelle slowly relaxed and sat up in the seat. "I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean to put you in this position."

"I know," he replied.

When they arrived they got out and walked to his apartment while watching everything around them. Casually, Jason opened the door and stood back to let Michelle enter before he took one last look and entered himself suddenly feeling as if they were being watched.

The transition in Michelle was almost immediate. Jason could see the tension slipping from her as she walked around his apartment looking at the various pictures and belonging he had on the walls and shelves.

"This is how I always wanted our place to look like but Derrick said it was just clutter and that it got in the way."

"That sounds like him."

Michelle nodded as she continued moving around until she got to the bedroom. "Is this the only bedroom you have?"

"Ya, but don't worry. I'm going to sleep out here on the couch."

"Oh, ok," Michelle replied with a hint of something else in her voice that Jason couldn't quiet place.

"Here," he said as he moved past her and pulled open a dresser drawer, "let me get you something to sleep in. I admit it's not much but it's probably more comfortable then the stuff from the clinic." Rummaging through it he pulled out an oversized T-shirt and a pair of jogging pants that he handed to Michelle before heading for the couch, pulling the door shut behind him until he heard Michelle.

"Please ... don't," she murmured. "I'd prefer it if you'd leave it open even if it's just a little bit. I don't want to feel alone."

Jason stopped and looked back at her as he replied, "I understand," as he let go of the door. Too tired to care he lay down on the couch and pulled a cover over himself but couldn't seem to be able to relax as the events of the night continued to drift through his mind. 

"Jason ... Jason ... Are you awake?" Michelle whispered from the bedroom.

"Ya, I'm awake. Are you ok?" he replied.

"I can't seem to sleep. Can you come in here ... please?"

Jason slid from the couch and walked to the bedroom door. "What's up?" he asked.

Michelle lay in the bed, her blonde hair cascading across the pillows as she looked at him. Her eyes were red and Jason knew without a doubt that she had been crying. "I know this is going to sound really weird and I'd understand if you said 'no' but would you mind lying down on the bed next to me and holding my until I fall asleep?"

Jason hesitated before entering the room; watching as Michelle lifted the covers to allow him into the bed. "I'm not sure about this," he replied "... but I guess this will be ok," he continued as he slid under the quilt leaving the sheet as a divider between them.

"You're probably right," Michelle sighed as she rolled over and laid her head on Jason's shoulder.

Slowly, he moved his arm under Michelle's head as her body pressed tightly against his. "What the fuck am I doing?" he wondered as he too slowly drifted off to sleep. 

It only felt like a few minutes had passed before Jason awoke with the sun shining through the windows into his eyes. Instinctively, he headed to the bathroom to relieve himself only to stop when he saw Michelle standing nude before the mirror examining her bruises. 

Transfixed he stood there staring at her until he noticed that she was looking back at him in the mirror. "I'm sorry. I ... ummmm," he said as he quickly averted his eyes and looked down at the floor.

"It's ok. I should have closed the door when I came in but I didn't want to feel alone."

Jason didn't say a word as he continued to look at the floor.

"Jason, look at me."

"I'm not sure I should. I mean ... well ... it's just that you're ..."

"Ya, what am I?'

Jason looked up directly into Michelle's hazel eyes. "Well, for one thing you don't have any clothes on and you're my stepbrother's ex-girlfriend and my patient and ..."

"Keep going. What else?" Michelle murmured

"... you've got an absolutely gorgeous body," he stammered.

Looking back into the mirror Michelle gave him a mischievous smile as she replied casually, "Hmmm, you're right I don't have any clothes on, and you're also right about being Derrick's EX-girlfriend and I stress the EX part. Last night I was your patient but as far as I'm concerned now I'm just a friend that you helped out by letting her stay the night. As for the part about being gorgeous I'm not sure about that, especially with these," she replied as she touched one of the bruises on her shoulder. "OUCH!"

"Here let me take a look," Jason responded as he moved behind her. His touch was light and tender as he examined the bruise but the response was like a bolt of lightening surging through both of them.

Michelle slowly leaned back against Jason's chest relaxing as she felt the warmth of his skin against hers. "That feels good," she purred as she took his hands and slowly drew them down to her breasts, "but don't forget to check these too."

Jason looked at the two of them in the mirror. At 6-foot 1-inches he was able to easily see over the top of Michelle's 5-foot 6-inch frame and while his hair was brown hers was a natural sandy-blonde that trailed down over her breasts to just over above nipples. Her breasts were full and at 32-DD he was just barely able to cup them in his hands while her waist sloped down to a mere 24 inches before spreading to a luscious 35 inches compared to his body which was trim and hard from the hours of hiking in the woods and the back country. She had tan lines that drew attention to those private areas not normally seen by others and his body quickly began to respond to the feel of her against him.

Without even thinking about what he was doing his hands began to gently massage her breasts as she pressed back against him rubbing her buttocks against the bulge that was quickly forming in the front of his briefs. It was only the sound of the phone that broke the moment causing him to quickly pull away. "I'm sorry I, ahhh, better get the phone."

Michelle stood there watching him walk away as an empty feeling seemed to slowly overwhelm her. Then, shaking it off, she got dressed and exited the bathroom while Jason was still talking on the phone.

"Sure. No, we haven't heard or seen a thing all night. No, no one's come to the door. Ya, we can be ready. The FEDS?! Why? What's up? Ya. Ok, ten minutes. Talk to you later."

"What's up?" Michelle asked.




A Late Night Call Starts It All



"I'm not sure. That was the Judge. He said that something happen last night and that the FEDS would be picking us up in about ten minutes to take us to their office and that he'd meet us there. He also said we should grab whatever we might need because we probably wouldn't be coming back here afterwards."

"That won't be hard for me since all I have are these clothes from the clinic but what about you? Can I help?"

"Actually I'm almost ready to go too," he said as he grabbed a backpack from the closet. "I always keep extra stuff packed in case I get a chance to get away for a few days." Then as an after-thought he went back into his bedroom and pulled a 9mm pistol and a can of pepper spray from his bedside drawer. "This may sound crazy but I just have a feeling these could come in handy," he said as he slipped them into the front compartment of the pack.

Exactly 10 minutes later a black SUV pulled up in front of the apartment and two men approached the door. After identifying themselves as Federal Agents they quickly escorted Jason and Michelle to the SUV before heading out of town. No one said a word until they turned down the street that the clinic was on. Police cars and Fire Engines seemed to be everywhere and it was only as they passed the rubble of the clinic that Jason spoke.

"WHAT THE FUCK??"

The agent in the passenger's seat turned and looked back at them. "I'm sorry I can't tell you a whole lot right now since it is part of an ongoing investigation. What I can tell you is that no one in the clinic was injured but a man was found across the street in the ditch and that he has been taken to a hospital where he is in the ICU."

Neither Jason nor Michelle said anything for the remainder of the 45 minute drive as each was lost in their own thoughts.

When they arrived at the Federal building they were taken to separate rooms and interviewed for well over 2 hours before they were rejoined in a conference room where the Judge was waiting for them.

"I'm sorry for all the clock-and-dagger stuff you've been through but a lot has happened since I talked to you last night Jason."

When Jason didn't reply the Judge continued.

"It appears that Derrick was involved with some drug dealers and was laundering the money through several different means which I can't reveal right now. Unfortunately, Derrick got greedy and tried to make some extra cash for himself but lost it instead. When he realized the dealers were going to find out about what he'd done he tried to get Michelle to help him replace the money and that's when the events took place that brought Michelle to the clinic.

From what we've been able to piece together since then Derrick followed Michelle to the clinic after their fight and that is where the dealers caught up with him. As you may have guessed he's the person that was found in the ditch across from the clinic. It is still unknown if he will live or not. As for the clinic, we're still not sure why they blew it up unless they thought Michelle was still inside or just as a warning to any who might consider helping you two. Fortunately, both Karen and Jessie were down at the diner getting coffee when this happened.

Now that brings us to you two. For the moment we're going to putting you into protective custody. That means you won't be able to contact anyone and I mean ANYONE until the investigation is over and those involved have been arrested and, hopefully, convicted. Do you understand?"

Jason looked at Michelle and as if by some unspoken agreement Jason replied. "I don't think there will be any problem with that since neither Michelle nor I have any family. The only thing that we ask ... no ... demand, is that we stay together."

"Jason. You know that's impossible," the Judge replied, "You were in Law Enforcement before going back for your medical degree. You know how it works."

"I also know that exceptions can be made and this is one of them so make it possible," Jason answered, "Either we stay together or they let us go and we'll disappear in which case they won't get our testimony!"

Shaking his head, the Judge headed for the door. "If you insist; I'll see what I can do but I wouldn't expect too much if I was you."

Jason and Michelle nodded their heads and the Judge left to see what he could do with the FEDS to make the necessary arrangements.

"Thank you," Michelle whispered. "This whole thing has me pretty rattled and I need someone to anchor me. I hope you don't mind."

Jason looked at her and replied in his best Southern Gentleman drawl, "Not at all, Ma'am. It's my pleasure to help a lady in distress."

Two hours later the Judge finally returned. "Well, it wasn't easy but I got the FEDS to agree to your request. The only problem for right now is that they'll need time to set everything up so they're assigning around-the-clock protection and sending you to a safe house. Is that ok with the two of you?"

Jason realized how much work the Judge had done to get the FEDS approval and quickly replied, "That's great Judge. Thanks for all your help."

The Judge smiled, "No problem. Well ... maybe a little but you two take care of yourselves and good luck."

Just then two Federal Agents entered the room and informed them it was time to leave.

Jason and Michelle shook the Judge's hand as they left the room and the two agents led them down a hallway to an express elevator that took them directly to the basement where a different SUV was waiting.

For the next four hours they drove and drove and drove, frequently taking unexpected turns into open farm country or doubling back until finally, Jason asked, "So are you taking all these turns to see if we're being followed or to try and get us confused as to where we are?"

The agent in the passenger's seat turned and looked back at him replying, "Both," causing them all to laugh.

The tension in the vehicle suddenly disappeared and they spent the rest of the trip talking about almost anything except what had or was going to happen from this point one. The only exception was when the agent in the passenger's side looked directly at Jason and asked, "We confiscated the weapon you had in your bag but I was curious as to whether you actually knew how to use it or if it was strictly for show?"

Jason realized he was referring to his 9mm Glock and nodded his head, "I know how. I was in the Military and then in Law Enforcement for several years before going back for my degree as a Practitioner ... but then again I'm sure you already knew that."

"Ok, nuff said then," the agent replied as he shifted to look out the front window. 

Shortly afterwards they pulled up in front of an old hunting lodge that appeared as if it hadn't been used in decades. The agents scanned the area before they left the SUV and escorted Jason and Michelle. The inside wasn't much better. Dust covered everything and the cool, damp evening air gave the lodge an eerie feel to it.

"Nice place," Jason joked to one of the agents.

Looking back over his shoulder he simply shrugged and replied, "Better than some places they've sent me to. Now let's find the rooms that the advanced team set up for everyone to sleep in tonight."

The four of them soon found the rooms on the far end of the second floor. Each had been cleaned and fresh bed linens had been applied for them. The agents took the rooms closest to the stairs while Jason and Michelle took two attached rooms further down the hallway. Afterwards they met downstairs for a quick meal before heading for their bedrooms.

Throughout the ride and dinner Jason had noticed how close Michelle had stayed to him so he wasn't too surprised when she knocked on the door between their rooms.

"Jason. Can you open your door? There isn't a handle on this side."

"Sure," he replied as he opened the door and found Michelle standing there in just her panties.

"Sorry to bother you again but I still don't have anything to wear so I was wondering if I could borrow another T-shirt?"

"Ssss ... uurrr ... eeee," he stammered before turning away and heading to the duffel bag he had thrown on his bed earlier. "Here you go," he said as he handed the T-Shirt over his shoulder.

Michelle had followed him into his room and now stood only a few feet from him. When she didn't take the T-shirt he turned towards her and the look she gave him was all the answer he needed to a question that was never asked. Spreading his arms he enveloped her as she stepped closer and laid her head on his shoulder. The warmth of her body triggering feelings and desires he had long held deep inside himself.

"How long have you known," Jason sighed.

"Known what?" Michelle asked coyly.

"That I was attracted to you."

"Was?"

"Ok, correct that. That I am attracted to you."

"Oh, that. Mmmmmmmmm, about 10 seconds before I realized that I was attracted to you," she whispered as she tilted her head up and stood up on her tip-toes to draw his lips down to hers. 

Their lips touched and it seemed as if everything else in the world simply disappeared leaving just the two of them. Jason pulled her tighter against him and felt her nipples harden against his chest while his cock stiffened in his pants to the point the he thought it might break through the cloth. The room was quickly filled with their moans and the aroma of desire.

After what seemed like hours, Jason slowly pulled away. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Probably the same reason you didn't."

"Derrick," they both said simultaneously.

"The question is what do we do now?" Jason sighed.

"That's kind of a mote point don't you think. Derrick is my EX so that is no longer an issue. As for the rest there isn't really a whole lot we can do, I guess," Michelle whispered.

"I guess you're right. We'll just have to wait and see how things work out," Jason said as he continued to hold Michelle against him.

"I know one thing we can do, though I'm not sure if it will make things better or worse."

"And what exactly is that?"

Michelle slid from Jason's arms and slipped under the covers of his bed. "We can cuddle and hold each other. That it if you don't mind?"

Jason undressed to his boxer-briefs and smiled as he slid under the covers behind her to cuddle in a spoon. "Not at all."

Michelle pressed back against Jason as she laid her head on his arm and sighed, "I'm really glad you're here."

Jason smiled to himself as he joked, "Me too, though I can think of a lot of other ways I would have preferred to land up in bed with you."

Michelle laughed quietly as she took his hands and placed it against her breasts, "Me too," resulting in her nipple hardening and pressing against his palm. "Mmmmmm, I love the feel of a man's hands on my breasts. They've always been so sensitive," she whispered as she placed her hand over his and squeezed resulting in a quick intake of breath as the sensation coursed through her body. 

"My breasts started to develop when I was only 12 years old and like most kids I played with myself a lot as I learned about my body. Mmmmmmmm, that feels good. Play with my nipples. That's right, just like that," she murmured as Jason continued to cup and squeeze her breasts. "Now pinch my nipples just a little bit," she whimpered. "That's it. Ohhhh fuck, I'm getting so horny."

"Pretty soon I learned that if I played with my tits long enough my pussy would get really wet so I began to play with that too," Michelle whispered as she pushed Jason's hands down across her stomach to the hidden place between her legs. 

He was only mildly surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any panties as she spread her legs to allow him access to her pussy. The real surprise was how wet she was and how the fluids from her pussy were already coating her inner thighs; running down to the sheets beneath her. Immediately he felt his cock hardening and so he pulled away from her so she wouldn't feel it pressing against her.

"Shhhhhhhhhh," she hissed. "I've missed this. Derrick hadn't touched me for the last four months we were together because he was always gone on one of his jobs. When we first started dating he used to say I was a 'perfect woman' and when I asked him what he meant by that he said I was the perfect lady out of bed and the perfect slut in bed."

Jason gently leaned forward and began to kiss the back of her neck while he continued to squeeze her breast and stroke between her pussy lips.

Seized by her building passion Michelle pressed herself back against Jason and began to rotate her hips against him. Then she suddenly stopped when she felt his hard cock stretching his boxer-briefs. "Is that what I hope it is?" she teased.

"If you're hoping it's a hard cock then the answer is yes," he whispered.

"Ohhhhhh, it feels so much larger than Derrick's was. Pull it out so I can feel it against me" she told him as she spread her legs wider. "Put it between my legs and slide it between my pussy lips."

Jason did as she said and was immediately rewarded with the feeling of her legs closing and trapping his hard cock between her slick, wet pussy lips.

"Now pump it. Fuck the outside of my pussy. I want to feel your cock rubbing against me and hitting my clit. Slide it up and down between my pussy lips but whatever you do don't put your cock inside my pussy. As much as I'd love to feel you there I'm not on the pill and I don't think it would be a good idea for me to get pregnant ... at least not right now. Now, let me show you just how much I want you. Fuck me just like this. Push your cock against my clit. Grab my hips and fuck me hard. Slap my ass and fuck me. Just don't stop. No matter what don't stop," Michelle hissed through clinched teeth as Jason began to slide his cock between her legs and through the slit create by her pussy lips.

Jason quickly realized that he wouldn't last long this way and grabbed her upper hip with one hand while continuing to squeeze her nipple with the other. "I'm going to fuck you just like you want. I'm going to pound your clit with the head of my cock and make you cum until it drips from your pussy," he grunted with each thrust of his cock.

The world seemed to be spinning for Michelle. She'd had more than her share of lovers in her life and she'd had many of them fuck her just like this but for some unknown reason Jason was thrilling her like no one else ever had. She could feel him pressing against her ass as he pushed forward and the thrill of having his cock beat against her clit was sending shivers of anticipation throughout her body. "That's it, lover. Fuck me. Make me yours. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours from now on, if you want me. I know it sounds crazy but I've never felt like this before and I never want it to end."

Hearing her words triggered desires he had long held inside. Instinctively, Jason began to pump harder and faster as he felt Michelle meet each of his forward thrusts with a backward thrust of her own. "Mine ... Mine ... Mine ... My lover ... my woman. Gonna cum soon. Gonna cum all over you ... Fuck you," he began to chant with each thrust.

"Yessssssssssssss," Michelle replied as she felt Jason's cock began to swell even more. "Fuck me ... use me ... love me," she murmured as she reached between her legs and pressed Jason's cock deeper between her pussy lips. "Now ... now ... going to cum ... now, Jason ... going to cum all over your hard cock. nnnnnnnoooOOOOOWWWW."

"AAAARRRRRRrrrggghhhhhh," Jason exhaled as his cum shot from the tip of his cock and into Michelle's cupped hand.

They held tightly to each other as they spiraled off into the bliss of a mutual orgasm and continued to cuddle as the slowly returned to the present. It was only then that Michelle brought her hand to her lips and licked the remains of Jason's cum from her palm.

"Mmmmmm, this tastes fantastic," she purred. "But next time I think I'm going to have to get it directly from the source if you don't mind."

Jason lightly kissed her shoulder and back while replying, "Not at all," as sleep overtook them.





A Late Night Call Starts It All



Jason put the phone in inner pocket of his jacket and then they quickly left the room. He and Michelle followed the agents instructions exactly and soon found themselves in the barn, waiting. Five minutes passed, then ten, and then suddenly flashes of light from pistols and automatic weapons erupted from the room they had used.

Jason didn't wait any longer as he grabbed Michelle by the hand and pulled her towards the rear door of the barn. Opening it he scanned the field towards the tree line on the far side. Then looking back at Michelle he whispered, "I figure we've got about 5 minutes before those guys figure out that we're not in the Lodge and start looking for us out here so we're going to have to make a run for it and get into those trees. Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Michelle replied.

Jason could tell she was scared. Hell, he was scared too but he knew that if the men inside the Lodge found them no one would ever hear from them again. Exiting the door he crotched low and headed for the trees. He could hear Michelle behind him as he moved across the field only stopping when they got to the trees. Quickly scanning the field behind them, Jason noticed that somehow they had barely left a trail to follow so they headed deeper into the woods. The years of hiking and hunting paid off almost instantly as he noticed barley visible animal trails that led into the depths of the forest. Time seemed to slip by as they moved along the trails and they had no idea how long they had been on the move until they noticed that sunshine was breaking through the leaves above them. Only then did they stop for a break.

Neither sat down as Jason pulled a canteen of water and some energy bars from his bag and the two of them ate as they listened to the sounds around them.

"Do you think they're following us?" Michelle asked.

"I haven't heard anything behind us since we left but I can't be sure."

Michelle nodded and continued to eat.

"How are you feeling? Think you're ready to get going again?" Jason asked.

"I know this is going to sound really strange considering what has just happened but I feel more alive then I've ever felt before. I mean I'm scared but at the same time I feel like I have more energy than I've ever had in my life."

"I know the feeling. I haven't felt like this since I had my training in the military," he replied as he repacked his backpack before stuffing the energy bar wrappers in his pocket. "We should probably get going."

Michelle walked up to Jason as he was putting his backpack on and put her arms around his neck. "There is one other thing."

"What's that?"

"I wanted to thank you for helping me and staying with me," she finished as she pulled him down to meet her lips. "Ohhhhhh, I can feel my body starting to tingle when we do that. In fact, its getting me horny as hell. In fact, if we didn't have to keep going right now I'd screw your brains out right here and now," she whispered seductively as she pulled his lips down to hers again.

The touch of her lips sent surges of energy and desire through Jason until he slowly pulled away. "I can't believe I feel like this. We're being chased and could land up dead for all I know but kissing you and feeling your body pressed against mine is getting me horny too."

"Well, I have just the cure for that," Michelle purred as she quickly loosened his belt and pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs. His cock sprang from the confines of his briefs and pointed straight out from his body. Then, without another word, Michelle wrapped her hand around it and dropped to her knees.

"What the fuck?" Jason thought as he looked down into Michelle's eyes.

"Mmmmmmm, long and hard and thick," she thought to herself as she began to stroke her hand up and down the length of his cock. "Do you like this?" she asked.

"I'd have to be crazy or dead not to," he sighed, as his legs began to shake.

"Or maybe like me to do this?" she said as she leaned forward, engulfing his cock with her lips in one quick motion. Before he could blink she had it all the way down into her throat. Holding it there, she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside before pulling it out making a smacking sound as she did. A strand of saliva hung from the tip of his cock to her mouth.

"So which do you like better?" Michelle asked as she continued to stroke up and down his shaft.

"Would it be cheating to say both?" Jason replied.

"Not at all," she smirked as she leaned back on her knees, placing an arm under her tits and pushing them up. "And what about these? Maybe you'd like to see them again?"

Jason stood there as his two 'heads' fought an internal battle. One cautioned that they were on the run from a group of killers and should keep going while the other insisted that they take the time to enjoy what Michelle was offering and obviously wanted. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes like hours until he softly replied, "Yeah, let me see those beauties."

Michelle pulled both tits from her top and held them for Jason's inspection. "You don't think they're too big do you? Derrick used to say they looked more like cow udders," pouting her lips at him as she squeezed her nipples in between her finger and thumb while lifting her tits up towards him.

"They're absolutely perfect."

"Then why don't you come down here and suck on my big, fat tits?" she purred.

Jason's knees seemed to buckle without even thinking about it and he quickly found himself leaning and taking a mouthful of tit-flesh between his lips. He sucked hard, trying to get as much of them into his mouth as possible while his tongue played with her hardening nipples.

Michelle threw her head back and smiled as she felt him suck her tit into his mouth even deeper. She had never felt as desirable as she did when he pressed his face against her chest, almost as if he were trying to suffocate himself with her tits. A soft moan escaped her lips as he sucked her nipple harder sending charges coursing through her body. When he ultimately pulled away her nipple stuck out almost a half-inch from her tit and was coated with his saliva. "What about the other one?" she quarried though she needn't have as Jason latched on to that one and sucked on it as he had the first one.

Eventually, he pulled away and smiled as he saw the evidence of her arousal. 

"I like it when you suck on my tits," she murmured as she placed her palms under them and made them jiggle and shake. "But right now I need more of that huge cock of yours," she said as she leaned over and pulled his cock to her mouth sucking on it more ravenously than any other woman ever had.

Jason instinctively placed his hands on the back of her head, grabbing a fist of her gorgeous hair and held her down on his cock causing her of gag a little before he let her pull back slightly. "You like sucking my cock, don't you? You like feeling it in your mouth and going down your throat. Especially since it's so much bigger than Derrick's puny little prick. Isn't that right?"

Michelle pulled away for a second, keeping her lips pressed against the wet, shining head of his cock. "Yessssss. It feels so much bigger and better than his ever did. Compared to you his was a little baby's 'thingy' which is why I want this everyday from now on," she murmured as she went back to bobbing her head up and down his cock.

"Fuck!!! This is unreal. I can't remember ever having a blow job this fantastic and she's all mine," Jason thought as he leaned back on his knees while Michelle was on all fours, her beautiful ass sticking in the air as she continued to suck his cock deep into her throat. 

Suddenly noticing how Michelle's tits were swaying and dragging across the leaves and ground of the forest floor, Jason asked, "Do you like the way that feels when your nipples brush against the ground? Does it get you turned on even more to be sucking me like this outside?"

Unwilling to move from around his cock Michelle moaned as she shoved it to the back of her throat.

"What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"Yes and yessssss. I love the sensation of my nipples brushing against the ground. The ground is so soft but the leaves are so stiff and rough. The two sensations together are like nothing I've ever felt before. I feel so wicked and wanton because we're outside that all I want to do is suck your cock all day and taste your cum sliding down my throat. It feels so fucking good. Mmmmmmm ..."

"You definitely can be a dirty little slut just like you said and we're not even in a bed," Jason laughed as he reached under Michelle's chest and cupped her dirt coated tits.

"Ohhhhh FFFFUUUccccckkkkkk," Michelle whimpered as she felt the dirt and leaves rubbing across her nipples. And though it felt slightly painful at first it quickly turned to pleasure resulting in her nipples hardening even more until sparks raged through her body. Leaning forward she engulfed Jason's cock again and after only a few more moments Michelle's talented mouth had brought Jason to the verge of cumming.

Jason felt it building up in his balls and the base of his cock. "I'm going to cum soon, baby."

"Mmmmmmm, that's exactly what I wanted to hear," Michelle said as she pushed down harder taking Jason's cock deep into her throat.

"I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer, Michelle. I'm going to cum in your mouth and sending it sliding right down your throat," he said as he held the back of her head again and thrust his cock into her waiting mouth.

Michelle's pace increased after hearing how close Jason was to cumming in her mouth until her head almost seemed to become a blur as it bobbed up and down his shaft.

Jason felt it building and building and though he tried to hold it back he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself from cumming for much longer. Then just as his cock began to pulse and send his load into Michelle's mouth she pulled away. The look of surprise was quickly replaced with one of amazement as he watched his cum shoot from the tip of his cock. "Cumming, darling. Gonna cum. Pump it. Don't stop. Now ... now ... Ohhhhhhhhhh ... cummmiiingggggg," Jason said through gritted teeth.

The first thick, creamy strand of cum landed just below Michelle's chin and slid down into the valley between her tits. She held his cock and continued to stroke it as another strand sprayed across her right tit and then a third landed on her left tit before sliding down and coming to rest on her distended nipples. 

Then suddenly Michelle's body began to shake and her hand movements became more erratic as her eyes seemed to blur to her surroundings and her mouth opened in a wordless scream.

Several smaller strands oozed from the tip of his cock, landing on her hand and sliding off onto her pants before she stopped shaking and released Jason's now deflating cock.

Speechless, Jason watched as she scooped some of the cum from between her tits and stick it in her mouth. "I love the taste of your cum, baby. But I also just found out that I love it when you shoot your thick, warm cum onto my tits," Michelle said as she swallowed.

"Me too," he said as he looked down at her cum cover tits, "I love the way it looks dripping down your chest towards your pussy which is part of the reason I want to take your pants off and repay the pleasure you've just given me by making you cum."

Smiling, Michelle stood up and the heady aroma of her passion filled Jason's nostrils. "I don't think you need to worry about that," she replied as she looked down at the wet spot in the junction of her pants, "I started cumming the second your cum hit my neck and didn't stop until you were done." 

Jason pulled her close and hugged her as he whispered, "You really can be a slut when you want to be can't you?"

"Yep and you enjoyed every second of it didn't you?" Michelle quipped.

"Absolutely," he said as he kissed her. "But right now I think we better get going. There's no telling if those guys are following us and we've taken a pretty big chance with what just happened.

Michelle nodded as she pushed her breasts back into her top; all the while feeling Jason's cum slowly drying on them. Once again ready to go they set off at a brisk pace as they continued walking deeper into the forest.





A Late Night Call Starts It All



Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing but at the same time became more and more excited as Michelle bucked up against him each time he thrust down into her. "Is that what you want? Do you want to feel my cum filling your pussy and knocking you up with our baby?"

"Yes, damn it. Now stop teasing and fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard. Fill my pussy with your cum until it drips from my pussy. Put your cock in me as deep as you can and fuck me."

"If that's what you want then that is what you'll get," Jason groaned as he pulled his cock from Michelle's pussy and flipped her over onto her stomach. "Now get on your hands and knees so I can really get deep inside of you."

"MMmmmmmmmm," was all Michelle said as she got on her hands and knees.

After she was in position Jason grabbed her hips and drove his cock into her passion-inflamed pussy until he felt the head press against her cervix once more, then slowly he withdrew, feeling her pussy muscles tighten and spasm as they tried to lock him inside of her. Looking down he saw his cock, now coated in her pussy cream, glistening and shimmering as if a sword being returned to its sheath. 

Michelle gasped each time Jason thrust into her, "Yes ... yes ... more ... harder ... deeper ... fuck me ... oh god ... harder ... deep ... so deep," as wave after wave of pleasure/pain rocketed through her body each time Jason's cock struck her cervix. 

The bedsprings squeaked and the headboard slammed against the wall but neither cared as Michelle grabbed the sheets in her fists and matched Jason's rhythm as she drove herself back to take his cock deeper and deeper.

Jason knew he wasn't going to last much longer as he reached under Michelle and grasped a swaying tit in each hand; squeezing and fondling them as he pulled on her nipples before releasing them to spring back into place.

"Oooohhhhh, my god. That's it baby. Play with my tits. Pinch my nipples. Fuck my pussy. Do whatever you want. Fuck ... fuck ... don't stop ... don't ever stop ... fill me with your cum ... knock me up ... get me pregnant ... breed me ... I'm all yours, now and for as long as you want me."

Feeling his cum beginning to boil deep in his balls, Jason released Michelle's tits and grabbed her shoulders pulling her back against him with each thrust. Their pace quickly increased until their hips were a blur and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

"Fuck me like a dog ... like a fucking bitch in heat. Fuck me ... deeper ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... harder ...deeper ... faster," she chanted as they moved in a rhythm as old as time.

"I'm going to cum, baby. You ready for a load of my cum deep inside of your pussy? You ready to become a mommy?"

"Yeeeeeessssss ... cum in me ... cum in my pussy ... pump me full of your cum. Give it to me ... FUCK ME ... CUM IN ME!!!!" Michelle screamed as she pushed back against Jason as hard as she could.

Jason felt his cum rushing up his cock and pulled Michelle back against him until he felt his cock nestled against her cervix. "Cumming, baby ... Cumming deep in your pussy ... Filling your warm, tight, velvety pussy with my baby-making cum right ... NNNNNOOOOWWWWW!!!!"

"AAAAAaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeee," Michelle shrieked as she felt Jason's cum splatter against her cervix and coat the walls of her pussy sending both of them into oblivion.

When they woke up it was dark outside and the only sound they could hear was the gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the beach. Neither could remember rolling onto their sides and cuddling and neither cared.

Jason slowly leaned forward and gently kissed the back of Michelle's neck saying "Thank you, sweetheart."

Michelle stirred and rolled over to face him as she leaned forward and kissed him lovingly. "No, thank you. I didn't think I could ever feel like this. I feel fulfilled and satisfied both emotionally and physically and the honest truth is I never want to give it up."

Pulling her close Jason returned the kiss and replied, "I think that can be arranged but right now I think we both need to get washed up."

Nodding her head Michelle smiled as she got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Then just before entering she stopped and looked over her shoulder, "Care to share the shower?"

Jason quickly followed her in and closed the door behind him.