1 comments/ 11759 views/ 6 favorites Cat 01 By: MeritCoba When my date Joney arrived to pick me up I quickly inspected myself in the mirror for a last time. I looked in my early thirties with a pale skin and short black hair that actually looked grey because of the white highlight. I had added a touch of pale lipstick. My eyes had been done with a black eyeliner and grey makeup. I wore a short jacket that ended just below my ribcage. It was actually meant for a girl, but I liked it. Underneath I wore a dark grey shirt, black jeans, with flared ends and colorful sneakers. "Merit, hop in." Joney greeted me when I stepped in his car. It was one of those fast racing cars. It might have been a ferrari, but I didn't ask him about it. He looked like in his picture in his thirties, slightly muscled with a tanned skin and curly brown hair. I had seen several pictures of him in sports attire that revealed much of his souple slender body. He wore shades, which gave him a bit sporty mysterious look. He smelled pleasant, and not too much to repulse me. The car sped off and this gave me a thrill. I was excited for this was the first time I had a date with a man. "I know a good place to go." He said. His voice had a timbre that I know made woman pay attention. It also worked for me. He steered the car expertly through the traffic and parked the car to the side of a gallery. "You wrote you liked art?" I nodded, "I spent a lot of time making art actually. Most of the time." "They say art replaces sex." Joney laughed, "Although some art leads to sex when it creates the right mood." The art gallery consisted of a series rooms all painted white. Most rooms had glass walls at one side to provide natural light. The floor were dark oak and there were benches of the same wood in most of the room. The exhibition were pictures of mostly men either undressed or naked. Some were alone, some were with two. They were all beautiful healthy men. Some were holding each other closely. The nudes were pictured in such a way that shades or other objects obscured their sex. Normally I don't like nude art, but in these circumstance the art wasn't frustrating, but enticing. There were few other people around, because it was in the afternoon on a working day. We walked around a bit looked at the pictures. We managed to bump into each other at various times and I felt myself getting excited, especially when I saw he was getting excited to. When we entered a smaller room he suddenly was close to me. My heart jumped. He slide a hand down my back and lifted me a little. My heart was racing. His other hand now was under my jacket and he stroke my nipples, which had become hard. He made me moan when he pinched one and then his mouth came close to my ear, "Undo your belt and trousers. I want to feel you." I hurriedly did what he asked: undoing my belt hurriedly and I felt his hand slid down my pants. We were close to each other. His hand folded around my hardon and he rubbed slowly through the fabric of my shorts. I was sure I was wet down there when my precum was dripping out and wetting my trousers. I started to rub his hard on through his jeans and managed to get a hand under his shirt to caress his skin, which felt warm and pleasant. I was quivering with desire now and his lips found mine. We kissed. Then I almost froze as I saw from the corner of my eye that another man was watching us from another room. Our eyes connected, but I didn't see any disgust. Instead he had a twinkle in his eye. He was older than Joney and less pretty, but he did wore a shining expensive looking suit that I associated with brands like Armani. 'Money' it said. I felt flustered and pulled away from Joney. He looked at me, "Something wrong, babe?" "I need to go to the toilet." I said, giving him a smiled that was both nervous and excited. Joney nodded and I closed my pants and started to look for the toilet. I found it a few rooms further on. I stepped inside it looked for some toilet paper. I got a few an undid my pants to start cleaning. The toilet door opened again and I looked who entered. It was the guy in the Armani suit. He smiled at me and I smiled back and then he moved his hands to his pants and undid his zipper.. He brought out his manhood. I was beautifully hard and ready. And I felt myself overwhelmed.I knew what I was expected to do and I knelt before him and started to kiss the top then running my tongue along it. Kissing and nibbling the warm flesh of the shaft at the same time. He tasted a bit salty. He put his hands on my hair and when I put his dick into my mouth he held my head and fucked my mouth. I felt my own hardon grow and when his had swollen in my mouth he ejaculated hard and I climaxed in my hand. He then pulled his still spurting manhood free from my mouth and rubbed my lips with it. Then I licked him clean very quickly and when I was done he pushed his dick back into his trousers zipped up. Then he got out a business card and put it in my jacket, "More later." Is the only thing he said and he left the room. I cleaned myself as quickly as possible. Using the toilet paper to clean myself and then I washed my faced. I tasted the cum in my mouth, which excited me at first. Then a feeling of revulsion came over me. I always felt like that afterwards. I felt ashamed for liking these things I guess. I also felt I had been cheating on my date before it even got started. "Are you okay?" Joney said. He politely knocked on the toilet door. I gave myself a quick look to make sure there were no visible traces left, "Yes. Sorry I took so long." Joney drove the car with speed to our next destination. Which I thought was a dinner place. He smiled at me and I smiled back. We didn't go to a dinner place though, we were going to a hotel instead. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I ordered myself to be nice to him. After a while I did not have to pretend. He picked up a key and then we went a penthouse at the top of the hotel. I must have gaped for the penthouse was something I had never seen before. It had several rooms and even a small pool. The balcony, which was actually the roof, gave a view of the city. "The view is even more beautiful later when the sun settles. And with you on the balcony. " He said and he wrapped his arms around me. "Could you do me a favor?" He asked. "Yes?" "Could you go to the other room, undress but for your shirt and lay on the bed?" I smiled. The request excited me and I walked to the other room. It had a huge bed with black silk sheets in the middle and one side was only windows and showed another part of the sky. The black of the sheets was repeated in the curtains, and the lamp coverings and the carpet. The other color of the room was a deep dark red. And there was also some yellow. I undressed, fumbling a bit because of my nervous hands. When I was naked but for my shirt I stepped in the bed and waited for him. He came in completely naked. I had a great view of his naked body. It was muscled at the right places, and tanned. He was perfectly built. He also had a kind of tattoo on his underbelly, which ran towards his penis. I looked at his manhood. It was hard and went harder when he saw me looking.. He walked towards me, then sat down sideways on the bed. He ran his hands over my body stroking me carefully. His hands then went towards my legs which he grab, firmly but softly. Then he pulled me towards him, moved my legs apart by folding them so my ass was exposed. I moved with him to make sure he was able to access me well. Pushed my butt cheeks apart, massaging them then pushed a finger in my ass. I sucked in air.. He then started to smear my ass with something cold. I saw he had a tube of lubrication in his hand. He put it on his finger, then pushed the finger in my anus and so lubricated me. Then he got on the bed, moving between my legs. I placed my legs to each side of him. He moved on top of me. I felt his body.. He then sat upright, smeared his hard cock in with the lubricator. He took his dick and slammed in a bid next to mine and then he moved suddenly. He pushed me so my ass spread even more, placed the crown of his dick against my ass. And then he thrust inside with a sound of satisfaction. I had expected it to hurt. It might have, but I was so excited I didn't feel pain at all, instead I came at once. My cock spraying cum over my underbelly. He smiled at me. Grabbing me firmer and thrusting with more drive. I groaned and moaned as he thrust into me with long deep thrusts.. I felt his balls slam my but. He would pause a few seconds when he was all the way in and then pull out suddenly, thrust in deep and firm. Then he increased speed and he went harder and rougher and wilder. I cried out, grasped at the sheets and bit my lips.. I heard his breathing speed up and then he came. I felt how he swell inside me and shot his load. He groaned next to me ear and I wrapped my arms around him. He then pulled out. He then did something I thought was impossible.. He took a deep breath and he rubbed his hand very fast and he came again over my cock and semen, mixing his sperm with mine. He then crept next beside me. We laid like that for a while. Sometimes caressing each other. After some time I rose. I said I want to take a shower. He pointed where I had to go. I removed my shirt and stepped in the shower. A few moments later he joined me there. He grabbed my hips, pulled them slightly backwards, made me lean against the wall and with the hot water running over us he fucked me under the shower. I could feel him again and i shudder and shook under his thrusting. I had to spread my legs a bit to keep from falling so that I ended up standing under a ninety degrees angle. He didn't have his orgams when he was in me, instead he pulled out in time and came on my back. He had used a hand to stimulate me. And I climaxed when I felt him do the same. We then showered and dried ourself. Then we got dressed. "Let's have dinner." He said and he laid an arm around my waist, pulled me close to him and we went to the restaurant to have dinner. We chatted during dinner. Mostly about the art we had seen or more innocent subject.. Perhaps he knew I rather avoided to talk about the sex. He seemed to have experience with people like me. "I have to go now, babe." he said, "but you can use the penthouse till morning and have breakfast. Or swim in the pool. Enjoy it while it last. He smiled, stood up and kissed me. After he had left I looked at the clock. It was half past nine. I had mixed feelings. I felt excited because of the exciting sex I had, satisfied because I liked it(and the dinner), ashamed (because I didn't want to be seen as 'gay' and disgusted because I felt like I had had so much sex that I must be disgusted. And strangely; I wanted more. Then I remembered the card in my jacket and the words.."More later." My hand shook when I pulled out the card. It had a phone number. I walked over to the servant and asked if I could make a call. He dialed the number and when someone answered I took over the phone. "Hello.", I said. "Who is this?" "Did you give me a card at the gallery?" "Ah. You're the cute boy with the grey hair.." "You said, more later.. " "Ah. You want more. Tell me where you are. I come and get you." He said, He picked me up fifteen minutes later. He gazed at me several times when he drove me back to what I thought was his house. He seemed to enjoy me. "My name is Eric. Eric Hasfield. How can I call you?" He said. "Merit." I said and he nodded and said, "Hello Merit." His house was a typical suburban house with a driveway, lawn and porch. Everything neatly kept and somehow soulless. We entered the house. "Glance." He shouted. "Yeah." "I have a guest. Merit, this is Glance, Glance this is Merit." Glance rose from the couch. He had been watching a football game. He was a tall heavily muscled afro american that was dressed like someone from 'the hood'. The clothes were probably designer-made, for they fitted him perfectly. "Hi Merit.' He shook my hand. "Merit wants more." Eric said. "Merit wants More." Glance said and then he smiled broadly, "Then we give Merit more." It turned out Eric liked to be sucked and cum in my mouth. Glance liked to fuck and he was very well equipped. Eric didn't seem to like to fuck me, but he seemd to like Glance pounding me. Glance was strong. He lifted me up and carried me over to the couch. I could see the bulge in his sports pant grow. He then dropped me on the couch carefully. I was amazed how gently this otherwise brutish looking man was. We helped each other undress. They stripped me naked. I watched Glance undress. Enjoying the sight of his black muscled body. He was almost hairless. He then slide over to the couch and started to kiss me, tease and nibble me. "Merit. I am sorry I am hung well. I wish I wasn't because it isn't always pleasant for the receiver. If it hurts, please let me know. I will stop." "I will try to enjoy it." I said. He made sure his dick was well lubricated and my ass was too. When he gently pushed into me I had to grab the the couch. He pulled back when I heard me moan, but I urged him on. Eventually after a few more tries he could go into me all the way. By that time I already had cum, but I enjoyed him while he enjoyed me. Eric never undressed. While Glance was having me, I he placed his penis in my mouth and I sucked, licked and teased it until he climaxed. Then he moved over to a chair watching Glance doing me. Glance was heavy and big and I felt myself being pushed into the couch. I climaxed again. I so much loved being done like that. When Glance came he groaned into my ear and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling his muscles move and his contractions. When Glance was done Eric disappeared. I stayed a while until we both wanted to have sex again. I pleasured Glance by sucking and licking him. Then I mounted his hardon and rode him until we both came. Again I didn't feel hardly any pain or maybe the excitement was such that I ignored it. Glance brought me back to the hotel. We didn't say much. He dropped me off and drove away. I went into the hotel and sat in the lobby. I had an ice tea. "I saw you earlier with Joney." A voice said. I look at a boy about half a becade younger than me. He was slender and had a pale skin, like me. And hair that was cut in a emo style. It was long enough to cover his neck, close cut to the head and a long part of hair covered his right eye. He had however no make-up, like I had. "Yes." I said. "Joney likes boys." He said, "I am Cat." "You want something to drink, Cat?" I asked after introducing myself. "An ice tea, like you have, Merit." Cat said and continued, "Did you have fun?" "Yes. He handled me.. like I wanted to be handled.." "You're bottom?" "Yes. And I like a bit of the rough and the wild." "You are new at this." Cat concluded. "How can you tell?" "I just guessed, because you like rough and wild. Most who are new can imagine the sex, but not the intimacy. Some never get beyond the sex." "Is it that obvious?" "You are like I was a few years ago. I also met Joney. Joney likes boys and like to introduce them to the gay life, but he keeps lose relations. It is the way he is." "He gave me the access to his penthouse." I said. "Cool." "Want to come?" "Is that an invitation?" Cat laughed. "I didn't mean anything with it. I thought...." Cat smiled. "Well I thought that I have this big penthouse with an amazing view and a pool, but nobody to enjoy it with.I didn't mean to seduced you. In fact I have had enough sex for today.. for this week even." "Tell me about it." Cat laughed. "If you accept my invitation." I smiled. "Okay. Lets go up." We went to the penthouse and he looked at the rooms and the views. We found that the closets did not only contain clothes for men, but half of it were women clothes. "Joney is married." Cat said. "Do you know or are you guessing?" I said "I know. Joney and me, we go way back. He uses this penthouse to explore his gay side. She seems not to be bothered with it as long as he doesn't take it home. She is a well-known artist or fashion designer, I don't know which actually." The sun had already settled, but a moon was rising into a star littered sky and the skyline of the city was magnificent. "The pool." Cat shouted. We undressed and swam in the pool. Then we found the sauna and after that we watched a movie on a huge screen that appeared from the roof when we activated the television. And then we had sex. Sex with Cat was new for me. We were both bottom as they say in the Gay world, but we switched roles. I had watched a few 'sex' movies with emo twinks once, but I had found them boring mostly. However, doing it, was different. I enjoyed cats lithe and supple body. When it was my turn to be on top I set to work with enthusiasm. I liked to touch his body, trace the shapes of his muscles and tease his nipples until they were very hard. We both rose very early that morning. We had not closed the curtains so the sun woke us with a red dawn. I had breakfast brought up for the two of us. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. I said I had to go to the bathroom and told him to wait until I got back. I didn't go to the bathroom, but to the bedroom and dressed. Then I returned to Cat sitting in his undies on the balcony eating buttered toast. "I am going." I said when he gave me a questioning look. "I see." "Wait." I said. "What?" I gave him the card Eric had given me. "What is that?" "It is a card for more..There is a beautiful negro male who is well built, gentle and and a lover of boys like you. Perhaps you might like it. I won't be needing it. At least not for a while" I "Why not?" He said. I gave him a mysterious smile and waved goodbye, leaving him with unanswered questions. I wondered if I would ever see any of the men I had met again. It was very unlikely it would be any time soon. I already had ten new ideas for art projects and I was sure it would keep me occupied for at least a year figuring them out.. And as everyone knows: art is a sublimation of sex, so I won't be needing the latter when I am doing the first. Cat 02 I had not expected to see Cat again so soon. In fact I had fully expected to never see him again because I always felt extremely embarrassed after having had sex, especially when it was just sex driven by lust. The day I met him I had sex with no less than three other men besides him and thinking back about it, it made me feel uncomfortable, because I had felt I had acted like a slut. I hated the idea that I would gain a reputation for being a tasteless piece of fuckmeat because I had let myself go that one day. Yet, I felt this growing urge to call him because I felt fascinated by him. He seemed comfortable with being gay and it was a kind of self confidence that I liked. He also was so unlike any gay men I had expected to meet.. I didn't like the so obvious 'female' ones or the over the top male ones or the hairy bears or the leather clad studs or the drag queens. Being gay seemed mostly about being a freak. Cat did not look like a freak. He was in his early twenties, slender, supple with pale skin and hair that was dyed black and blond, shaved around the based of his head, but with long hair falling to one side, covering one part of his face. He was what they called in the gay scene an emo twink. I was somewhat older, also with pale skin, with short hair that was black but so highlighted with white that my hair looked grey. I used eyeliner to accentuated my ice-blue eyes. I also wore lipstick. I think many mistook me for a butch or a dyke: a lesbian dressing up and acting like a man. When someone asked me what I was: I would say I was androgyn. When he picked up the phone I said that line you swear never to say, I said, "Hi Cat, I am Merit." I bit of the part where I would say: do you remember me. "Hey, how are you. " "I am fine, how are you." I didn't feel nervous so that did not explain the uninspired conversation from my side. I simply had no clue what I was supposed to say. "What kind of music do you like?" Cat said. "Uhmm.. I like Trance,Chill-out and such, Underworld, DJ Tiesto, Paul Oakenfold. I am not much of an Armin van Buren fan though. I don't know why." "Trance., Great. Can you come to my apartment next Friday? There is a place called Miami Beach where they have this dusk to dawn event. Trance, Chill Out and lounge music. It is a great place. Do you like the idea?." "Yes." "Great. Come around nine. I can't make it earlier, because I have to work till eight, otherwise we could have grabbed some dinner before hitting the place." Cat laughed at me when he saw me. "We are going to the hottest place in town and you are dressed like you are going to a burial. " "I like my look actually. " I was wearing a short leather jacket that ended just above my waist, covered with buttons. A black t-shirt and a black jeans trousers that flared a bit at the bottom and sneakers in rainbow colors. He was we wearing a cropped shirt that left his abdomen visible. His pale skin was covered with fine blue tattoo. He also wore shorts and sneakers. He pulled me inside and put me before a mirror. "It will be hot inside. In many ways, but at least in temperature. You been soaking wet dressed like that." "Oh." He laughed at my 'oh' and then said, "You need a change of clothes. Let's get rid of.. everything." I protested, "I want to keep the jacket, where would I leave my money otherwise?" He saw I was not going to change my mind and then said,"You can drop the jacket of at the cloakroom. But you need to look more spicy. " He pulled open some drawers and closets and found me a mesh shirt. When I took my shirt of he saw the blue star patterns on my body. "Nice tattoos." He traced them down my crotch, "Are they real?" "No..body paint. I don't believe in tattoos." "They are cute..and inviting. They guide you towards you to parts you I would like to explore.." He then went looking for some pants to replace mine, but there was nothing of his that fitted my hips. "You need a pair of swimming trunks. Take these and put them on." "Underneath?" I made my first poor joke of the night. Miami Beach was packed. While we were in the cue to get in, Cat whispered a few tips to me, "Drink water as often as you can, alcohol is ok, but if you want to last the whole night, you better keep it under control. Watch out for guys selling 'things'. And never leave your drink unattended. I'll introduce you to a the guys. We watch out for eachother. " I looked around and noticed that the crowd were mostly male. There were some women. "It's a male event mostly." Cat said when he saw me looking, "There are femboys, ladyboys and such." "No women?" "Oh, there will be a few. It's not about keeping women out. Why do you ask?" "I just don't like discrimination." I said. He smiled and gave me a kiss. When we were inside we pushed through the crowd to get to the other side of the dance floor. He introduced me to his friends and gave me names I didn't quite catch because of the loud music. Cat then bend towards me, pointed at a slender emo boy and whispered into my ear, "That is Sphinx. He is so submissive, everyone is wild and brash in comparison. I need to chat a bit with the guys." I smiled at Sphinx and he smiled back. Cat pushed both of us on to the dance floor. I felt a bit lost for words and Sphinx was not saying much. The dancing around us was wild, so I decided to move close to him. The crowd frankly pushed us on eachother. We moved with the music. He was topless unlike me and I saw he had some text tattooed over his chest. I touched it and asked him what it said as I could not see it in the flashing of the club. "Love for all, hatred for none." He said. I felt wicked and my traced my finger towards one of his nipples. I teased it. I then felt his hand under my shirt. "Nice stars." He said. We moved closer. So close I could feel his hardon and I knew he could feel mine. The crowd pushed is to and fro and this made us rub and touch each other. Our lips touched and we kisses. I felt excited and I wanted to be less shy. Cat had said Sphinx was submissive and I expected that there was something like a darkroom. So I took his hand and pulled him with me. I asked and someone pointed me where to go. Sphinx followed me inside. It was dark alright and I thought it was handy we were both pale. The music was less loud, instead there was the sound of people groaning, moaning and kissing and all the other sounds that you heard when people had sex. I had expected those sounds to repulse me, but they didn't. I found an unoccupied place and made Sphinx lean forward against the wall. I grabbed his waist and then I pulled his pants down. I ran my hands over his body and then entered him. I felt excited being top for once. I could hear the groaning of others and him. I could not help it handling him with a certain roughness. I came in minutes. I didn't pull out quickly, instead I kept caressing and stroking him. Letting my hands feel his body. I wondered if he had cum as well. When I pulled out of him a man appeared next to me. He smiled at me and then set himself behind Sphinx. The guy lifted his cock, jerked it a bit with me looking and then, when it was hard enough, entered Sphinx's ass with an audible groan. I could hear Sphinx moan as he started to thrust in and out. "Not to fast." The guy said to me.,"Relax." He pulled his dick out of Sphinx ass an laid in on his back. Slapping it a bit. The after awhile he entered Sphinx again, "You are too eager, honey. You should postpone.That is much more fun." I smiled at him and I stroke Sphinx softly. Somehow he communicated something to me what we both wanted. When he pulled out, I took his cock and started to lick and nibble it. Running my tongue along it. It tasted strange, but not bad. "Not to fast..or you make me cum too soon.", He said. After having gone through this pattern of fucking and sucking I heard him climax. He however managed to pull out before he shot his whole load, spurting semen on Sphinx back and into my mouth when I grabbed it. I then cleaned his cock and Sphinxes back. Running my tongue up and down and lapping seed. I then left the two of them alone and went to explore the darkroom. There were sounds all around. Then I ran into a guy who was riding another guy. He was facing me and he had this long dick that was slightly bend to one side and that slapped around when he moved up and down. The guy I didn't see was groaning and holding the other. The guy looked more like a girl and I think he was a shemale or something. When he saw me, he gave me a wild grin, closing his eyes each time he went down. I looked mostly at the dick waving around. I moved forward and knelt between their legs. I tried to suck the dick, but the movement made it hard to work towards a stimulating pattern. This changed when the guy underneath the shemale climax loudly. I put the shemales dick into my mouth and sucked it. The shemale. The other guys dick had slipped out out the shemale and I grabbed it with my other hand. I alternated between the guys dick and the shemales. Running my my tongue over one to clean it and I helping the shemale getting his climax. I felt excited when his seed filled my mouth. We were hardly done when I saw more dicks appear. Men were surrounding me and soon I found myself sitting on my knees in a dark room pleasing five men. Some blew their loads in my mouth, others smeared my face, others came on my lips. Cat came to get me. He pulled me out of the room and brought me to a toilet, "Clean yourself a bit." When I was more or less presentable again he guided me to a place that was outside of the club. There was a beach at the back of the club that had palm trees and small bars covered palmleaves as room and cozy seats. "This is new for you." Cat said. I nodded. "I was like that too. Went totally over the edge. Fucked around with any guy that wanted me. I was butthurt for days." I smiled. "The real test is not having sex, but see if you can be intimate." "What do you mean?" "Sex is easier than intimacy. Most men can fuck other men, even though they refuse to admit it. You let lust take over and voila." Cat said. "Maybe that explains it." "What?" "I tried to see if I was gay. So I watched gay movies. Some excite me, most are utterly boring and repulsive." "That is because they are." Cat laughed, "It is only fun when you are actually doing something with someone. That is what I think." I nodded. "Let's have drink." He waved at a bartender. "Let's tease him, he only wears that apron. Let's see if we can give it a lift." Cat grinned, "I keep him talking and you see what you can do." The bartender approached us and Cat was right. He only wore an apron. Cat started to ask him questions about the drinks and snacks." "What is in this one." Cat pointed to the menu. The bartender was a heavily muscled guy. Like a boxer or a wrestler. He was perhaps thirty and had this square jawline. He took a closer look at the drink Cat was pointing at. His apron fell forwards, showing his half hard cock. "And this?" Cat said. "I ran my fingers over the muscled leg, wondering how it would feel. The guy gave me a look, but Cat pointed at something else, confusing him. I ran my hand over his dick. Cupping it and rubbing it. He was reacting to me. So I moved forward, pulling his cock to the side and stroking it with my tongue. I then disappeared under his apron. Cat was looking at us and the bartender rested his hands on the table while i set to work on his cock. I had wrapped on hand behind his bum, while I moved my head forward and back. I cupped his balls with my other hands, gently squeezing and pulling. Then he suddenly shot his load. I toyed with it for a few seconds then swallowed it. I then appeared from under his apron and slid back next to Cat. I gave him a smile and we pretended nothing had happened. "Two of Anejo Highballs and two Perriers." Cat said. The bartender went away and brought what Cat had ordered. Cat gave him some extra money. "He is new, for they are not allowed to have sex. It might get him fired." "Oh." I mouthed. "Oh again." Cat laughed. We drank our Anejo Highballs and then he told me to strip to my swimming trunks and then we ran into the water where we swam for a while, teasing with water and fooling around. "I like water." Cat said when he came up out of the water next to me, after I had him pushed under. "I remember the pool." I said, "In the penthouse where we met." "Especially to have sex." He said and he pulled me towards him. We swam to a more enclosed part of the water and there he pulled my trunks of and I his. We eager explored eachothers body, running hands over each other, licking and nibbling. It was undecided who was going to be top or bottom, but at some point he had me pinned against a ridge in the water. I spread my legs and he entered me. we french kissed while he penetrated me. We took our time, but eventually he came and I had my orgasm too. "Want to switch?" I shook my head, kissed him and told him it was ok. We didn't wait for dawn to come, but went to his apartment. We stayed up for some time chatting then we went to his bed. Where we did something unexpected. We slept. That saturday morning we had a brunch in a place called The Breakfast Palace. It was located on the corner of two busy streets. I found it pleasing to look at the people and traffic. Commenting on innocent things. "You don't like to talk about it yet." Cat said. "No." "I understand. Just let me say that it would be happy if you want to come to my apartment again. Soon. Not for sex. I mean." "Oh." I said. "Oh." He laughed. "Why do you laugh when I say 'oh'?" I asked Cat. "Because it is such a female expression." "Oh." I blurted out involuntary. And we both laughed at that. Cat For my wife, written hurriedly over lunch at work. ****************************** The 35 year old man sits on the casual chair, relaxed. He's brown haired and clean shaven and good looking. Tall and well built and very toned. He's wearing a black shirt, a grey jacket and dark grey plain flannel trousers. There is a bowl of milk on the floor with the name Kitty on it. You open the door and walk in, you're dressed in a skin tight cat suit exactly like they wear in Cats, with a tight little hood with ears. It is full length down to your ankles, covering every curve of your body with it's smooth tabby stripped pattern. At your neck your wear a cat collar with bell and the name tag "Pussy" on it. You go on all fours and slowly and with feline grace crawl towards the dish, always looking at the man. He is obviously enjoying this, he opens the top button of his shirt collar and you can see him breath more deeply as he is turned on by your act. He gazes intently as you reach the bowl and dip your head down and lick up some of the milk in a slow and provocative manner. You can see him gulp and looking at his trousers see your actions have some affect there as he seems to pulse in them. Stopping licking you crawl further on and reach his legs. You remove both his socks and then put your hands up his legs, behind his calves just below his knees and then run your brightly painted "claws" down the back of his legs just slightly more than teasing. He moans and putting his head back closes his eyes. You crawl up into his lap and run your nails along the side of his face. You bend down and kiss his cheek, smelling his expensive aftershave. You pull your lips over to his and kiss him deeply, with him responding passionately. You stop him by digging your claws slightly into his jaw and then purr in his ear. You run your hand down and undo the buttons on his shirt all the way down and pull the shirt apart. You like what you see, not too muscled but tanned and very well toned. You run a claw down and to a nipple and tease it for a while, then continue down and make a small circle around his belly button. You turn your attention to the front of his trousers. You can see all this has got him very aroused, a long oblong shape falling to the left away from you, obviously thick from the way the material falls off both side. You now swallow, you really want to see it but you continue to tease. You feel very wet between your legs, ready for him. Moving your fingers down to the material you use two of them to stroke him slowly gently up and down the length, trying to estimate the size. It jerks upwards almost uncontrollably as you do this; his stomach muscles tense and relax and then tense again you notice, he is desperate for you. You cannot stand it any more either, you slide off his lap and tell him to stand up and take his jacket and shirt off. He does so quickly and then stands there before you, the bulge at your eye level. You put your lips up to the end of the bulge and put them to the material, pretending to bite him through it. You can just smell his sexual excitement and it turns you on more. You pull away and undo his belt buckle, then the button on his trousers. You stop just before pulling down the zip and look up at him and purr causing him to almost force you to do it as he cannot stand it any longer. You finally pull down the zip and let his trousers fall to the floor. For the first time you see his cock and you catch your breath with not only the size but the slightly tanned colour making it look healthy and strong. Running your eyes up and down it it must be nine or nine and half inches and very thick, the head on the end being circumcised and the bell shape very large indeed. You're eyes widen thinking about this serpent piercing your body, not sure, but that is what the handsome millionaire has paid you to do. Moving your gaze away from the end and shaft you look at his balls, he is completely shaven down there and his balls are tanned too and look heavy but tight. You hold them in your fingers and squeeze gently causing him to moan and his cock to spasm upwards. You like that reaction so you do it again with the same result. Then you run your fingers along the bottom of his cock and circle the head of it. You examine the head again, it is so large you are tempted to cover it in your saliva so it would actually slide into you, but you realise again how wet you are down there and so don't bother. You drop his cock and turn around and crawl back over to the bowl of milk and start licking, making sure your ass, with it's smooth tight covering, is pointing provocatively at him. You look to your left, along the wall is a large mirror so you can see where he is and what he is doing. He kicks away his trousers. and walks over to you and kneels behind you, his large cock sticking out to almost brush your bottom. Your outfit has 4 poppers at the crotch, you watch as he opens them allowing your very hot and wet pussy feel the cool air on it, you feel very open and accessible, wanting him now to take you. He uses both hands to pull the material from the poppers to left and right, you can see his biceps enlarging as the material tears all the way from your ass up your back to your neck allowing him to see the whole of your body. He puts both his hands on your hips and he gently rubs the tip of his cock around your pussy lips. You shiver with the sensation, wanting it to go on but also wanting him to plunge deep within you. He continues to run it up and down your slit and then around the lips. He pulls back so you can see the end of his cock for the last time before he plunges it in. The end is covered in your juices, so much so it drips off onto the floor. You feel him strengthen his fingers on your hips and you brace yourself for what is about to come. He plunges into you making you gasp, the size of the head of his cock means it does not go smoothly in one go, but at this point he pulls back on your hips and forced himself through. You have never felt so full, and then so empty as he starts to thrust in and out. He is pumping very hard now, only concerned about his own ecstasy, using your body like the expensive fuck toy he has paid for. You look back at him, his face filled with uncontrollable enjoyment, his hard body shaking and trembling as he really pounds into you with as much force as he can. You react by pushing back on him as well to match his thrusts. The bell on your cat collar jingles time after time with the shock of the thrusting. From his actions you know he is about to come, you tell him to come on your back so you can watch, he withdraws and still holding your hips starts to ejaculate. Suddenly the amount of excitement you have generated in him comes apparent. His first shot shoots incredibly forcefully right over your head and into the bowl of milk, his 2nd is more normal and lands on your back. He continues to come, spasm after spasm on your back going less and less far until finally you can feel the final spurt running between your cheeks and onto your hot lips. He collapses on his back on the floor, his chest heaving and his taut stomach trembling. You crawl over to him and kiss him on the lips. He says how well you earned your money. You put your lips down to his ear and whisper Meow. Cat Cat, short for Catalina, stood by the bed, gazing down at the man laying in it. What a sucker she thought. His name was Bill or Jim, whichever she could not remember. One night stands were her thing for a couple of years now. When she needed sex, she would go out and get it, well that when her toys were not enough. And she would always leave before the man she had slept with woke up. Gathering her things, she laid her usual note on the pillow beside the sleeping man. The note said, "thank you for last night, have a wonderful life." Riding down the elevator, she leaned back against the wall, no man could resist her; she was a rare beauty. Long red hair, perfect wide green eyes, the most perfect set of lips red as roses, full 36 B breasts, and 5 foot 8 length of a body. Never had a man turn her down, even her bedroom skills were magnificent, she always proved to be the best. At 15 she was making men drool over her and now at 25, they wanted her even more. Thank god it was a Sunday; she would go home, have a shower and work a little on her editing. Home, she sighed, her empty home, her refuge, her haven, her own world within her world. Monday He growled as he walked into his new work office, he had just been moved to this new department as executive manager. He'd been with The Daily Star for 7 yrs now and was already a manager. When he came to them at the age of 27, he proved himself worthy, working long hours, working hard, working ruthlessly. Andrew Williams, looked around, well at least all his stuff was here, but his damned secretary was no where to be found, and he needed to arrange his office as soon as possible. He poked his head outside his office door, to check if she was there yet, and he saw her, a beauty walking towards him, he was mesmerized, shocked and alarmed. Quickly he shut his door with a slam and began arranging his things. Mad at himself, he never had office relationships and just looking at that woman had sent his blood rushing. This is not good, not good at all he thought. And slammed one of his drawers closed. She saw him poke his head out of his office door, oh my God he was a sight, but he looked past her and slammed his door, he was probably looking for Mandy who was not yet at her desk. Dam she had to drop off the papers for review before taking them down to printing. Where the hell was Mandy she thought? New boss and Mandy was late, this was not good for Mandy at all. "Cat!" she heard a scream behind her and turned. "I am so late, my car had a flat on the way here; god is he here yet, what is he going to think of me?" came Mandy's exhausted panting. Obviously she had been rushing to get here "Oh! You are late, alright. And it seems like he is in a bad mood. I just wanted to give you the reviews and of course wish you good luck, as I wont be seeing him till he is done reading them." Cat laughed. She left Mandy there, in a rush, dumping her stuff on her table and quickly knocking on her new boss's door, clutching Cat's review papers in her hands. Her phone buzzed about 30 minutes before closing time, picking up the receiver, it was Mandy, and he was ready to see her she explained. "And oh my God Cat, he is so handsome." When she arrived at Mandy's desk, Mandy was packing to leave. "Good luck Cat, I'll see u tomorrow." she giggled. "Tomorrow honey." she said as she knocked on his door. Come in was a sharp reply behind the door. Cat guessed he was having a bad day. He was shocked when she walked in. that was her, the beauty he had seen this morning, and her name was Catalina. He did not expect her to be walking into his office; he had expected some scrawny woman with thick glasses and short. But Cat simply amazed him, "Beauty and brains a rare mix. very rare," he thought. "Good afternoon, Mr. Williams." she simply purred out. "Good afternoon Catalina, please have a seat." He could not stop looking at her, he had just seen her this morning and all day he been thinking about her and what she would look like naked bent over his desk. And all day he'd reminded himself that he was her boss and that it was not possible to fraternize with her. "Your report is ready, I don't see any flaws and you can take it to publishing." he said. "And that is all Miss Catalina, you may leave." he added. She just looked at him, stunned her eyebrow hiked up, and that is all. Who the hell does he think I am? Who does he think he is? Suddenly she stood up quickly, snatching her papers, her eyes wide with flame, she saluted him and said, "yes sir" with that she turned walked out and slammed the door shut. He just sat there jaw dropped and shocked. Little miss proper Catalina had a little outburst. He knew it wasn't her fault for he had been sharp. But he couldn't help it, he wanted her so badly, even as she was sitting in front of him she had a hard on that could kill. He sat back and grinned, well we shall test her patience tomorrow. Tuesday She woke up with a damned headache; she was unable to sleep all night thinking of him. She knew she saw it in his eyes, the arousal, yet he was so sharp and mad, and treated her badly. "Ugh!" she muttered as she got out of bed and quickly slipped into the shower. Better not be late she thought. He arrived about an hour before working hours, a lot of things needed to be organized. Flipping through his papers he could not get her out of his mind. She was in there like glue and it was driving him nuts. Then he heard it, a sweet humming sound outside. Slowly he rose and went to the door, inched it open and peeked out. He saw her, standing there, papers in her hand arranging some papers by the copy machine. His heart thumped. What was she doing here so early; didn't this woman have someone at home to keep her warm? She saw him from the corner of her eyes, and a nasty thought ran through her as a rush of heat ran over her body. She kept singing and arranging the morning papers; these had been edited a week ago and needed printing. Suddenly she turned and looked straight at him. "Good morning sir, enjoying your morning show?" "Um, um, good morning Catalina, I, I'm sorry but I heard a voice and peeked out to see who it was" he added. "Well it's me, unless you have a problem with it being me sir." she added. "No problem at all Catalina, not at all." he replied as he closed his office door. Suddenly she could not take it any longer. She left the printer running and walked to his office, swung the door open and said, "you know it's not going to be better unless we fuck?" He just stood there unable to speak, "umm, fuck?" "Don't tell me I need to spell it out for you Mr. Williams?" she said. "No, you don't have to but." he couldn't think, he was shocked. Then she just walked over to him and slid her body against his, pulled his head down and kissed his lips with force and yet such tenderness like he had never felt before. His hands immediately came around her waist and held her against him. She pulled back and said, "I think now you get the picture, fuck, sleep together, mate anything, just get into my damn pants." Then without warning he lifted her off the floor and carried her towards the couch, laying her there he slid his hands under her skirt and felt her smooth skin, his lips touching her flesh gently as his hands felt her up. She was aching for this man so badly and she wanted him now, dammit he was taking his sweet time, she tried to reach out to him. He saw that coming his hands quickly moving to hers and holding them above her head, he used one hand to take off his tie and unexpectedly tied her hands together behind her head. "wha....." was all she was able to say for his lips suddenly covered hers and he silenced her. He then lifted her skirt and resumed his attack upon her delicate thighs, hands, lips were kissing feeling touching, driving her mad. She moaned as he would run his finger above her undies and yet not touch her, she was moist she was in heat. He then looked up at her and said, "so you like to take matters into your own hands Cat? Well not this time." Her whole body shook with anticipation as his words swept through her mind, she was being dominated, something that had never happened before, she was always the one in control the one who held the reins. Now someone else held the reins. She felt it then, his finger sweep inside her undies, caressing her clit gently, rubbing, teasing. Then his lips, she felt those warm lips touch her, sucking ever so gently, tasting, Cat began to beg softly. Suddenly all was gone, he sat back and looked at her saying, "I don't do office fucks Cat, I'll only take a woman like you in bed and nowhere else, I have to enjoy my time with you, so my sweet lady if you enjoyed what you just experienced, my address will be forwarded to you today, meet me there tonight at 9 sharp." with that he kissed her lips and undid her hands. She stood back gaping at him, damn it she wanted this man so badly it hurt. Then she leaned down towards him and kissed his lips, saying, "my dear, I shall be there, just be ready." and with that she turned away and walked out of his office smiling. The forwarded address was mailed to Cat as promised, she wrote it down on a piece of paper and without looking twice behind her strolled out of the office as the day ended, she had much preparing to do, he would regret turning her down for later.. Tuesday 9 pm Andrew heard the doorbell ring, he walked slowly to the door taking his time, yet deep inside he wanted to run, but he had to control himself he wanted to break her so badly. The door was opened and the site that Cat beheld was amazing, he was standing there in black pants and a white silk shirt unbuttoned to his mid chest, his hair wet and a little ruffled and a huge knee weakening smile on his face. "Good evening Catalina, please come in." He was glad he was able to control his reactions for she stood there smiling dressed in a black mini outfit, snug and sexy, outlining every contour of her body. She looked extremely sexy and beautiful and when she spoke back in that enticing voice saying "good evening" then she did the unexpected, as she stepped in past him she turned back to face him and placed a long lingering kiss upon his lips, then stepped back and proceeded into the room. He closed the door firmly behind him and walked behind her, watching her sexy little ass wiggle as she moved, his pants getting a little tighter, but his control still safe. Cat was smiling deep down she knew what she wanted and she wanted him, slowly she sat down on the couch looking up at him as he moved in to stand before her. "Aren't you going to join me Andrew?" she asked as she patted the couch beside her. "I'd rather be here." he said, as he slowly knelt on the floor before her, his hands then touching her silky thighs. She gasped at the feeling of his touch.. Then his lips touched her knees, kissing them as his hands slid up and down from her thighs to her ankles, teasing her slowly. Cat's mind was racing with pure pleasure and the thought of how she was going to make him pay for refusing her this morning. Composing herself she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back against the smooth carpet, her body following his to the floor. Andrew knew she was trying to gain control, he would let her have her way for a little time.. Her lips touched his and her whole body moved against him, then down to his jaw she kissed, his neck, his chest, unbuttoning one button at a time her lips trailed lower and lower till she reached his navel and circled it with her tongue teasingly. Her nails lightly scratching his chest, then one hand reaches down to his pants and slowly unbuttons it, and sneaks inside, finding him hard and erect she strokes him gently. Andrew begins to moan as her fingers touch his engorged flesh, her lips affecting him more than he had expected. Cat is now feeling the flames rush through her and she knows she is wet as hell, she needed him now and now she wanted to have him, he was hers for the taking. Suddenly she was pushed back off him, his strong hands catching hers and in one swift second she was on her back on the floor with him towering above her. "My dear Cat, You are good, but I am better." he chuckled. With one hand he holds her hands above her head as his second hand slips down to lift the hem of her dress higher, till it is about her waist. His fingers ran gently on her skin as they tease her gently. He feels the heat radiating from her crotch and he knows she is ready, one touch and he would have her begging. His fingers then expertly play gently above her undies, the moistness seeping through, as she gets damper and damper. His lips descend upon hers and he shifts the undies aside and his fingers find her swollen clit. Cat moans and gasps yet nothing is heard, his lips and tongue silencing her as he strokes and teases her, she lifts her hips her whole body in need. She tries to free her hands to touch him, yet he holds onto her more firmly. She can feel his huge erection against her thigh as he moves gently atop her. Her world is spinning. He slips two fingers deep into her and finds her g-spot as he continues to torment her, he can feel her walls tightening around his fingers and he knows her first climax is near. Releasing her lips, the pressure of his fingers intensifies and below him is a goddess panting and trembling. She's going to cum, "Oh my god!!!" she screams out..."Andrew, Andrew." as the pleasure of her release rips through her. Looking up she sees a smiling Andrew, his eyes filled with lust and his panting slow. Leaning down he kisses her lips once more, then releases her hands and gently begins to relieve her of her clothes, his lips touching her trembling body as he undresses her slowly. As she lays there naked, his eyes roam her flesh taking in every inch of her magnificent body. Sitting back he then rises and undresses in haste, not wanting to miss a minute of feeling himself deep inside this beauty before him. Kneeling down once more at her feet his lips once again trail her flesh, he hands now caressing his shoulders, he parts her legs and kisses between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her fresh juice. His lips reaching her pussy he licks slowly tasting her, wanting more. New feelings begin to rush through Cat once more, her hands at his shoulders kneading him with more pressure. "Andrew." she barely whispers, "I need you inside me now please." He lifts his head and looks up at her and says, "beg me Cat, beg me to take you again and again, say that I have won." "Andrew I beg of you; please Andrew, you have won, take me. I need you inside me now, God! Please Andrew" she pleaded. Slowly he rose above her, his sleek body between hers, her hand impatiently grabs him, gently stroking him, feeling his length, her body aching. "Now." she pleads. He slowly guides himself to her opening his penis head nudging gently, sliding in ever so slowly; he just wants to take her, hard and fast. Then he feels her moving beneath him whimpering and that was all he needed, his control snapped. Grabbing hold of her waist he sits back on his legs and drives into her faster, her whole body shaking beneath him as he pounds into her, her wetness engulfing him, her tightness amazing him. Their moans growing louder, their panting faster, as her head shakes left and right as pure bliss rushes through her. She screams as her second climax washes over her and suddenly she feels empty, but not for long, she is aware of herself being turned and set on all fours, and him behind her. She then feels it again with one dive he is within her again filling her. He reaches for her clit as one hand holds her waist firmly, he can't stop himself he is too aroused to think of going slow, faster and faster, harder and harder he pounds into her as his finger strokes her clit. He can feel her pushing back against him her screams of pleasure echoing in his ears as he goes on. Then again he feels her tighten around him sucking him in deeper as her climax nears, he can't control his no longer and together they explode, his warm juice filling her deep within. They both collapse to the floor exhausted, panting unable to speak. He then gathers her in his arms and kisses her shoulders. "Cat, are you ok?" he asks. "Oh my God! I'm great." she whispers She turns round to face him and he looks into those beautiful green eyes, then the unexpected is said , "get ready for round two" she laughs out...and leans forward to kiss his lips as her hand reaches for his soft penis. Cat Among the Pigeons This work was written as an insert for Agatha Christie's excellent "Cat Among the Pigeons." Doing my best to write in a style that harmonizes with the source, it is suggested to read this either after or in conjunction with the full novel. Failing that, a summary might suffice. If that too exceeds the investment you are willing to make, you will have to tell me how the story works completely out of context. All that said, I think the title of the original text is equally applicable for this work. The story takes place at an isolated finishing school, so the girls involved should be around 20. Without further ado... Slight, elegant and by this point quite late, Shaista sashayed into the cool sports pavilion locker room ushering in a warm Arabian breeze behind her. She didn't put much stock in PT and Jennifer shared a look with Julia to acknowledge the princess's well known predilections. Ironic look aside, Jennifer couldn't help letting her eyes crawl up Shaista's impeccable figure. Tiny feet held surreally aloft by tall pin-heels; slender, sumptuously tanned legs and graceful waist wrapped in the finest Parisian style; small, pert bust lifted up alluringly by curiously foreign undergarment technology. When her eyes finally rested on Shaista's angular, feline features, those almond eyes were ready to lock with hers. A playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as the Princess crossed the otherwise empty changing area, a dart of the eyes slyly confirming that the three of them were alone. "Am I so terribly late?" She asked unaffectedly. "We should be out as well, if Jennifer hadn't stopped to chat up the gardener." Julia offered sitting already in full tennis kit with a tiny white skirt and sun-yellow shirt as, next to her on the bench, Jennifer pulled off the last of her school uniform and reached for her sport bodice. "Don't think too terribly of me, my uncle kept me out far later than he ought to have." Jennifer and Julia shared another knowing look that was not lost on, if misinterpreted by, Shaista, "I apologize, do I interrupt?" The utterly English girls were befuddled, "Pardon?" They asked almost in unison. "Oh," Shaista looked to each of them to as if to verify their confusion, "I mistook the atmosphere." She shrugged unconcerned, "Where I am from it is accepted that beautiful young girls like yourselves might—" as she thought, she unclasped the dress and it slithered silkily off of her petite frame, leaving her rich, chestnut skin hidden only by black, laced panties and that singular bodice, somehow both exposing and magnifying her smooth bosom. Her brief search for the appropriate English word served to highlight it with a pause, "--amuse each other while kept away from the male sex." "Oh!" Again the English girls spoke as one, followed by several assurances on both of their parts that nothing of the sort could be presumed, with embarrassed glances between them betraying the fleeting snatches of fantasy that each of them had certainly not indulged in. "Like I said," Shaista said as she sat unconcernedly down next to Jennifer to access her locker, "I may have been mistaken." The heat from Shaista's body caused Jennifer's smooth white skin to flush with the thrill and embarrassment of her suddenly acute awareness of her own nudity, "Well, just out of curiosity—" her voice caught as she attempted to play cavalier. "—just what might we have..?" Julia took up her friend's line, but losing her nerve, she could not compose a properly indirect close to the question, unconsciously resting a hand on Jennifer's bare thigh as she leaned in toward Shaista reverentially. Julia pulled her hand back as Jennifer blushed a deep crimson and her body went rigid, the warm touch sending the already highly-strung tension to an inexperienced crescendo. "If you do not know—" the Princess turned with a sultry expression and took Julia's hand, placing it back on her friend's silky white skin, Julia allowing it slide across in a caress, "—perhaps I truly was—" she dampened her dark lips and looked deeply into Jennifer's eyes as her equal parts excited and confused English heart beat an audible tremolando from her breast "—mistaken." The dusky tones of Shaista's feigned uncertainty broke the last of poor Jennifer's resistance and she pressed the last centimeters to taste the exotic notes of the Arab's lips. Shaista returned her passion and while Jennifer's hands rested awkwardly uncertain on Shaista's dark shoulder, the Princess's arms snaked expertly one around her lithe, young waist and up her back and the other tracing a long, delicate stroke from Jennifer's ear to the narrow ridge of her collarbone. For a few moments only trace, amorous coos escaped the rapture of their locked lips and Julia sat entranced watching the two entwine. Jennifer's hand wandered from Shaista's shoulder to neck to below, where it played at the fringe of the black bustier, cupping her dark succulent breasts. Julia was roused from her stunned observation by Shaista's hand brushing along her dramatic hereditary jawline, drawing her too toward their wild, inconceivable kiss. As Julia's face drew closer, she could not help allowing her tongue to escape—slightly, hungrily—toward the sensuous, worldly womanliness of the young Arab and the frenetic, child-like zeal of her new friend's fresh, familiar features. Finally, Shaista pulled back almost imperceptibly, using her other hand to guide Jennifer's passion toward its next object. Jennifer's crystalline, hazel eyes flashed open just in time to meet Julia's. Released from Shaista's spell, Jennifer fell into Julia tapping into the welled up dam of all the curious subtleties of girlish affection. Their pink lips met and parted and tongues danced against each other in a maddening ardor, wholly devoid of any clinging, tentative reserve. Suddenly, Jennifer caught her breath and came to herself. She was immediately self-conscious, seeing once-to-be-queen of Ramat, bent worshipfully over her full, if young, ivory breasts, one grasped firmly in a massaging motion and the other cupped into her mouth, her tongue teasing at the aroused, pink pinnacle. She was wracked with unknowable waves of sensation that addled her mind and deepened the bewildering confusion swimming in her head. Shaista felt the change and looked up to her, loath to pull her tongue away from its plaything, "You will not mind? I have so admired your gifts that I have been denied." She said with a mix of teasing and frankness. Jennifer attempted to formulate a reply, but Julia leaned forward with a longing moan and cut short whatever may or may not have come with an embrace of redoubled intensity. Jennifer had no choice but to give herself over to the thrall of sensation that held her like a marionette. One hand lost itself in Shaista's luxurious, heavy black curls and the other dove beneath Julia's thin shirt and wrapped itself around one of the soft mounds it concealed. The girls both loosed decidedly un-English coos into the locker room as the struggled to reign in this unfocussed, overpowering yearning. When Shaista shifted from Jennifer's bosom, her hands once again knew what to do as they took hold Julia's shirt and peeled it upward. Pulling their lips apart, Julia's lean athletic belly came into view just before youthful, but developing breasts spilled out of the cloth and finally a cascade of blonde hair fell to frame the momentarily uncertain, distinguished features of her highborn face. "Jennifer..?" she attempted to ask, but Jennifer shushed her soothingly and leaned forward, taking hold Julia's breast as she had aptly acquired from Shaista. She smiled amicable as she lifted one stiff, pink nipple to her lips, allowing her tongue to flow around it, white teeth softly nipping at it playfully. Julia flung her head back and her breath caught. She was still struggling to get a hold of it again and she felt Shaista's warm face pressed between her legs, lips against her own. Looking down at the now wholly denuded Shaista demurely knelt at her feet, holding her airy tennis skirt back from its duty, Jennifer tried to voice concern, uncertainty—anything—but Shaista's adroit tongue held her captive in waves of ecstatic sensation. Shaista's slender, petting hands crawled from her buttocks to her waist, holding the inexperienced girl still as her body convulsed erratically; her arms lancing out to the bench and lockers behind her to attempt to hold herself steady. Shaista relentlessly lavished her attention upon Julia's delicate folds and when Julia's body then tensed and she could no longer take in air, Shaista pulled herself away from the flushed, throbbing dampness, tongue lingering behind, she took hold of Jennifer's hand and lead her toward the floor, away from her rigid, quivering friend. "I think Julia needs a moment," the dark girl, grinned older than her years. Jennifer followed her subtle direction and Shaista pulled her over herself: full breasts pressed to slender darkness, lips pantingly pressed to lips, tongues entwined. Jennifer unconsciously began undulating her hips against Shaista and their hips slid off true, legs interlocking as Shaista mirrored the thrilling, wavelike motion. Jennifer's loosed a delicate gasp as she began to empathize with her, still frozen, exhausted compatriot. Their soft movements grew with amorous intensity before finally, Jennifer had to push herself and grasped hold of Shaista's leg pulling it up along her body and pressing it against her bosom as their legs were able to more perfectly slide together, their motions approaching a fever pitch. Julia finally came to herself and noted nothing but her friend in rapturous delight and she mindlessly crawled down to her. On her knees she reached out and took hold of Jennifer's face, kissing her over and over again before Julia could return the attention. Soon they were locked back in their passionate embrace, Shaista's leg held between them as she lifted up her hips to wildly drive up against Jennifer. Shaista reached out hungrily to Julia's still damp private area and pulled her down upon her lips. Julia forced herself to part with Jennifer's soft lips to plaintively moan, "Please... I can take no—" but Jennifer silenced her in turn as the two English girls gave themselves over to the dance-like gyrations and cunning trills of the experienced dusky angel beneath them. Their bodies grew tense and their panting gasps soon forestalled any traditional kiss, and their hand laced together in support. Their breaths caught—bodies arched—and they cried out, one last time, in unison. Cat and Dog *Finished! Please enjoy Cat and Dog, and if you missed it, go back and enjoy my second-newest story, Firecracker. Both of the stories are stand-alone, but I may ad chapters in the future. I see nothing in the near future, but stories have surprised me before. I wrote File 66 in three days, so don't give up hope. All Characters are 18+* When I got home, a small sleepy dark head peered from around the corner. "Eric?" He whispered. "I'm here Cade." I murmured. When I closed the door behind me, Cade limped into the hallway. He was missing his left foot below the ankle, and he had to hobble, using an old steel crutch of mine. His soft black ears were perked up from the sides of his skull, and his soft brush of a tail was wagging furiously. When Cade finally reached me, he hugged me as tight as he could, still trembling slightly from wagging his tail. "You're home." He whispered, clinging to me with desperate love. I glanced up from the trembling puppy and I saw Sergei. He was long and lanky, in comparison to Cade's sturdy young body. His arms were thin and frail, his legs long and graceful. His hips swayed like a girl's, and his long orange tail lashed at the air. His pale green eyes flicked away from me as soon as they landed, and he walked away. "You're home." He murmured softly. In every appearance, he was disdainful and taciturn, but I could hear him purring. Cade had his missing foot, and the burns on his hands and buttocks. Sergei had long shallow cuts all down the backs of his slender thighs. Sergei had the deep shiny scars on his shoulders. Both of them were Somatics. And both of them had been badly hurt. And I would protect them both for as long as I could. --- "Eric?" Sergei rarely spoke, so I looked up in surprise. He was sitting at the table with Cade and I. Eating his food. Roasted chicken and salad. He was avoiding the salad. As always. "Yes?" Cade ignored us. He was busy licking his plate. Normally I would have reprimanded him. We had plenty of food, and he could have just taken seconds, but I was intrigued by Sergei, who spoke so little. "Why did you take us in?" Cade dropped his plate with surprise and it slipped off the table and broke into fragments on the floor. Cade was down in a moment, frightened tears falling down his round distraught face. In that moment, he was too stressed to speak, so he just whimpered like an animal. Whining with fear and shame while trying to gather up the broken pieces, cutting his fingers in the process. "Cade... Cade..." I spoke softly, and tried not to move quickly. "Just leave the pieces... I'll get them." I reached for a piece, forgetting to move slowly, and he flinched away, dropping all of the pieces again and making them break more. I felt a prickle of annoyance, but I smothered it, and just tried to calm Cade down. Sergei dropped down to all fours and wrapped his arms around Cade's shoulders. The puppy flinched, but went still after a moment. Sergei just held him and nuzzled him very gently. Cade started to cry. At first the tears went down his face while he ki'yi'd like a dog. But then human sounds accompanied his embarrassed frightened tears, and he calmed down. I carefully picked up all of the pieces and threw them in the trash. Then I got the first aid kit from the closet, and went back to the kitchen floor where the two boys were still holding each other. "Let me see your hands, baby." Cade hiccuped and held out his hands. I carefully wiped and bandaged three small bleeding cuts. "All better, see?" I murmured, holding up my hands. He held up his hands and smiled weakly, his eyes full of love. Sergei's large triangular ears twitched, and he looked at me like he was trying to study me. --- After the tearful and messy incident with the plate, I started a movie. I sat in the middle of the couch. Cade curled up, resting his head on my lap so he could still watch the screen. I petted his hair and his soft crumpled ears as I watched. Sergei was slightly more aloof. Curling up in the corner, but still lashing his orange tail playfully in my direction. Smiling when I swiped at it jokingly. Halfway through the movie, and Cade was asleep. His snores were soft and snuffly. I nearly jumped with surprise when aloof Sergei changed positions and leaned against me. Resting his head on my shoulder. I could feel his bony shoulder nestled into my side. I could feel him purring. I moved slowly. I didn't want to upset him. I stroked the top of his head, petting his soft hair and soft velvety ears. He didn't recoil. If anything, he purred more. It was nice. It was very nice. "I can't figure you out Eric." He whispered. His voice was soft and halting. I put the movie on mute. Cade sniffled and stirred, but I continued to pet him and he settled again. "What do you mean?" It was probably the most words that Sergei had ever strung together at once. I listened carefully. He was normally so quiet. It was almost like it hurt him to talk. "I've always been alone. When I was born, there was a man who raised me, and I thought he loved me, but all he wanted was my body. To sell it. To play with it. To take pictures of it and brag about how successful he had been with making the perfect Somatic." He bristled with anger and hurt. I carefully rubbed his shoulder, feeling the tense muscles there relax very slightly. "He created Cade too, although I didn't know it at the time." I didn't know that either. It explained a few things. Sergei snuggled into me. He had never been much of a snuggling type, but now I doubted I could untangle him if I tried. "When you took us in... I wanted to leave as soon as I could. I thought you just wanted to sell us. Or maybe fuck us. He was quiet for a moment. "It's been a year Eric. What do you want from me? What do you want from Cade?" His tail coiled up around his knees and went still. He held still, leaning against me. "We both owe you. I know that. But you better not hurt him. He trusts you." I looked down at Cade, snoring quietly on my lap. I ruffled his dark hair as he slept, and his ears twitched. "You two don't owe me a thing." I murmured, petting Cade as he snuggled in with me. Sergi leaned away from me. Watching me closely with his pale green eyes. His ears flattened against his head and his eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me." He hissed. "You know that we do." I remembered the first time I had seen those eyes. Surrounded by dirt and filthy matted hair. Desperate and vicious. In the face of a malnourished and frightened boy. "Maybe you do. But I'm not a loan shark. I don't want anything from you two. I just wanted to keep you safe." Sergei relaxed slightly, but he was still tense. "Nobody does anything out of the goodness of their hearts. However you might put it, you're doing this for a reason." He reached out to touch Cade's soft ear. "And I want to know why, and what you expect in return." "I wont let you hurt him." I was quiet for a moment. But curiosity got the better of me. I had housed these two for almost a year, but I still knew very little about their life before. "How long were the two of you together before I knew you?" "Two years." Cade stretched and yawned. "Eric?" He whispered sleepily. "Eric? Can you get my back?" "Sure thing." Sergei flicked his eyes to me, biting his lip. He was so prideful sometimes, he never asked for what he wanted. "I'll get you too." He gave a little nod, as if that was expected, and then he watched the movie. But I could hear him purring. --- Cade's turn first. He handed me the brush and stripped out of his shirt. During the day he wore a baggy t-shirt of mine that hung all the way to his knees. He lay down on the couch, and I smiled at seeing his little wagging tail right above the hem of his briefs. His tail was a little less than a foot long, curled up and fluffy. The fur was soft dark brown. He yawned and stretched when I scratched his ruff. He hummed softly with pleasure, twitching as I scratched the area well. Cade had a trail of slightly coarse fur from the base of his neck to right about the middle of his back. The fur was dark brown like his hair, and it made a slight ruff, that itched constantly. I took the comb and ran it through the fur, using long slow strokes that made Cade wiggle and melt with how good it felt. I looked up and Sergei was swishing his tail impatiently, though he had a small smile on his face watching Cade. It was hard not to smile when Cade was in a good mood. I brushed his ruff for a minute or two, but Sergei was getting impatient. "Come on little fella... It's Sergei's turn." Cade huffed, but moved with a good-natured smile. He always seemed so happy. That's why the incident at the table, and others like it, were so devastating. I looked down at Cade's legs. At the delicate curve of the tendon connecting his thigh to his calf. At the one small scratched-up foot, and at the other leg which ended in a soft fleshy stump about four inches from where his heel would have been. When I had found them, that wound had been old, but still infected. A dry black crust covering it. Sensitive to the touch, and oozing dark pus where the scab cracked. Sergei carefully lay down on the couch, and slid out of his shirt. He kept on a pair of pajama pants. He had a modicum of modesty that was lost on Cade. The ruff between his shoulder blades was softer and shorter, but still thick. In places, fur didn't grow because of fat pink welts. He had a crude burn on his shoulder. Somebody had tried to brand the letters AF into his skin. The letters were crude and almost indistinguishable. He had never told me about them. There was a lot that my two wards had kept quiet about. He moaned softly as I pulled the brush through his short fur. The fur was clean now, but when I had first found them, the fur had been dirty and filled with fleas. Cade's ears had been filled with plump ticks, and he had been nearly comatose. Sergei didn't like being this vulnerable. Cade had submitted to being scratched and petted and brushed nearly right away. Sergei had only come around a month or two ago. He relaxed on the couch. It was one of the few times that he could be relaxed. --- After brushing them both several times, I protested that my arm was sore. Sergei sniffed and took the brush from me. Cade wiggled into his lap, giggling. Cade hugged Sergei, and Sergei applied the brush to Cade's ruff while Cade rested his head on the cat's shoulder and made happy little cooing noises. I felt like I was invading something private. Especially when Cade shivered and kissed Sergei on the side of the neck. I excused myself to go to the bedroom. I wasn't needed here anymore. I glanced back, and I saw both of them staring at me. "What is it?" I asked. Feeling self conscious. Cade looked down quickly, surprisingly shy for him. Sergi just blinked slowly, and kissed Cade on the forehead. I knew that I had missed something, but I just kept going to the bedroom. If it was important, they would tell me. --- I stripped down to my boxers and slid under the covers. I cradled my hard cock in my hand and stroked. I hated myself for it, but it was Cade's cute little ass I was imagining. Imagining that I was fucking him deeply while he wiggled and moaned for more. I stroked faster, and I imagined Sergei riding me, his long scratched thighs flexing as he bounced. They were fragile. I didn't want to hurt them. I would never hurt them. But they were so beautiful, and I hadn't had any company other than them for a long time. The door creaked and I stopped stroking myself. The door opened, and in the light from the hallway, I saw Cade standing there. His ears were perked up. "What's wrong baby?" I had left them less than five minutes ago, they couldn't be finished. I slid my boxers up over my raging erection. "Nothing." He yawned, and limped into the room, slipping under the covers before I could stop him. This was new. Cade and Sergi always slept together on the couch bed. Sergei slipped in after him, quick as a flash of light, into the room, under the covers. This was very new. "What's going on?" I asked cautiously. Sergei carefully inserted himself between me and Cade. His eyes were wary. When were they not? "Cade wanted to sleep in here tonight." He said softly. Nothing else. No more of an explanation. I couldn't finish my stroking now. But my cock wouldn't wilt. I could feel how tense Sergei was, though we weren't even touching. I moved further to my right so they would have more room. Cade wiggled over Sergei and snuggled frankly into my side. He had always been so open with his emotions. Always ready to snuggle. He yawned loudly, and growled slightly at Sergei, who tugged on his sleeve. I tensed up. I didn't want Cade to brush against my erection, and I was worried. They never fought. Why was Cade growling at Sergei? "Boys." I admonished quietly. "What's going on?" Cade snuggled in tighter, and I let out a tiny strained moan as his slim thigh slipped between my legs. I could feel his leg pressed against my groin. I tried to squirm away a little, but Cade just held on tighter. "Cade!" Sergei hissed. I could see annoyance and real fear in Sergei's eyes. "Leave him alone!" "Don't wanna." Cade mumbled. His ears were trembling and flat against his skull. I quit resisting. He was pressed fully against me. He could feel my erection, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Instead, I petted his hair, and tried to calm him down. He was obviously distressed somehow. "What's wrong, Cade? Did something happen today?" I thought about the plate, but it couldn't have been the plate. He had gotten over the plate. I wondered. Was it possible that Sergei had scared him, or hurt him? I looked over at Sergei's concerned wary face, and I discounted that possibility as well. Sergei was trembling with distress. He was so worried about something. Maybe he thought that Cade's clingy behavior would make me angry. "Cade." I whispered. "Please let go. You're making Sergei upset." Cade flinched. "Sergei's always angry. He doesn't want me to love you. But I do. I do love you." Sergei hissed softly. The leg that Cade had thrust between my legs, it was his injured leg. I could feel that soft fleshy stump against my calf. "I love both of you, Cade--" I was going to continue, but Cade interrupted me. "No! Not like brothers, not like friends. Like this." He touched me between my legs, and I breathed harshly, going stiff. He was touching my stiff cock through my boxers. Not with his nudging leg, but with his hand, squeezing and feeling. I couldn't handle it any longer. I pushed away, as gently as I could. Cade broke his grip and Sergei grabbed at him, holding him closer. "I can't love you like that. Sergei loves you like that." I whispered. My cheeks felt so hot and ashamed. Sergei couldn't handle it for another moment. He whispered, but I could still hear him. "They made you take too many groups in the Bad Place. You don't need more than one. I love you. I can take care of you." "What is the bad place?" I asked. The question felt numb on my lips, but I was curious. I couldn't help it. I just wanted another piece of the puzzle. Sergei was very tense. Cade just looked confused and sad. "We left the Bad Place. We're not going back." He hugged Cade tight to his chest. "Never going back." Cade spoke up. "I love you Sergei. I love Eric, too. Is that bad?" He started to cry. A mess. This was such a mess. I wanted to bolt like a coward. "I don't want to hurt either of you." I whispered. Soft and flat. I reached for a discarded sheet and wrapped it around my waist, to hide my traitorous body. Sergei's eyes softened for the first time. He pinched Cade's ear. Making Cade yip softly with pain and surprise. "You shouldn't do that to him. Look how nervous he is." "Don't pinch Cade." I muttered, my cheeks flushing slightly. Sergei firmly wedged himself in the middle of the bed. "You can come back. I'm sorry." Cade was pouting, his question unanswered. I felt the tension in my chest melt away and I sighed and got back into the bed. I kept my back to the center, so I wouldn't feel awkward. I could feel their body heat, but Sergei didn't touch me all night. --- The boys started to sleep in my bed. It was a big bed, but still pretty crowded. Sergei got a little less tense about Cade sleeping next to me, and sometimes I woke up with him snuggling into my back. It was driving me crazy. On the streets, unlicensed Somatic sweeps were increasing, and becoming more brutal. I saw fewer and fewer of them on the streets. A simple internet search brought up dozens of disturbing entries. I wondered what the bad place could have been. I skimmed through the entries. Hideously deformed men and women mewling on gurneys, or floating in formaldehyde. Articles about a wealthy man who had created Somatics, kept them in cages, and then released them into his estate to hunt them with a rifle. Fetish sites and costume parties. Scientific uses. Somatics had no legal rights, no rights as a human being. They were often used for test research, harvested for organ transplants, or simply created for cosmetic purposes. I hesitated. I saw a young girl that was disturbingly beautiful, and startlingly similar to Sergei. She couldn't have been more than twelve. She had soft black ears poking from her long black hair. Her eyes were a bright unnatural orange, and she had white whiskers coming from her cheeks. Sergei didn't have whiskers, the girl must have had them implanted. The headshot was just one of her pictures. The others had her nearly naked. Tastefully covered with an arm or the corner of the armchair she was posing on. Her going price was four hundred thousand, but the bidding was still ongoing. The name of her creator was Ramon Gregori. I shuddered with disgust, and clicked back to the search page. After hesitating for a moment, I searched Somatic, AF. After the brand on Sergi's shoulder. I clicked on the top link, and the images assaulted my eyes. A girl with wings for arms cowering in a corner, tied up tight with a leather harness with blood dripping down her thighs. Two cowering young girls, covered in fur and melted wax. A cat-boy, not like Sergei, with his flat human face, but with a muzzle and fur on his face. The cat-boy was being fucked with a massive studded dildo through the bars of a tiny cramped kennel. ANIMAL FARM A pornographic site. I ignored the demand for a fee, and I clicked on the link that merely said, 'Location.' The next page was stark and white. Without the awful background pictures. It had an address from the other side of the city. I held the mouse over the button that said 'models'. Then I clicked out of the internet and closed my laptop, feeling filthy. I flinched when the door opened. Feeling that same horrible panicky guilt that I had felt once when my father had walked in on me masturbating. Cade was there. Dressed in a baggy band t-shirt and his underwear. Scratching one ear with his thumbnail, and leaning heavily on my crutch. "Is it time for school?" He asked. "Yeah." I muttered. Rubbing the bridge of my nose between my ring finger and thumb. "Time for school." --- Cade went first. Sergei was watching with a look of complete concentration on his face as I handed Cade the little whiteboard. "Time for the spelling test." I murmured. "Can I do it?" Sergei asked quietly. I glanced at him. It was the closest to humble that Sergei would ever be. Biting his lip, looking determined and scared. At some point, Cade had learned his ABC's. He was reading at about a third-grade level and I helped him with vocabulary and spelling every week. Sergei was struggling to link simple three-letter words together. He was a little better at math, but I could tell how much it galled him. Cat and Dog "These are larger words. I have a spelling test for you, too." Sergei shook his head stubbornly. "I... I want to try!" Cade had learned a long time ago not to tease Sergei. He stayed quiet and doodled on the whiteboard. He was drawing a cat. "You can try if you want. But don't get angry if you don't do as well as Cade, okay?" "Kay." He muttered. I gave Sergei a notebook and a pencil. He gripped it tightly with his right hand. I went slow, giving them time to write each word out. When I had told them all twenty words, I asked to see their work. Cade passed me the whiteboard. Sergei gave the paper to me very reluctantly. Neighboor. Laugh. Breaking. Invincable. Jury. Nickel. Extrordinary. Island. Cooporate. Judge. "You got four wrong, Cade. But you were really close. Just write these words five times. Try to remember what you did wrong. I set him to writing neighbor, invincible, extraordinary, and cooperate. I took Sergei's notebook and looked it over. His letters were nearly illegible. Sometimes just trailing off into scrawls. I glanced over at him and he looked like he was going to be sick. He looked absolutely miserable. Nabor. Laf. Brakeg. Invins___. Gory. Nikl. Xtrodry. Eyeland. Coprat. Gug. Eyeland made me smile a little. In last week's spelling test, Eye had given him the most trouble out of all of the words. He had repeated it dozens of times on the whiteboard. "Sergei... I told you that this would be really hard. You shouldn't take it so hard." He shook his head and started to scribble his words out one by one. "Do you want to try reading in the primer?" Sergei nodded slowly, and his eyes glittered with tears. It was hard to see him like this. He wanted to learn so badly. He was smart, but words were very difficult for him. --- After about two hours, school was over. It wasn't official. I just looked up spelling lists and math problems. I bought them both children's books to read and we watched the discovery channel. I gave them a lot of homework, but they didn't mind. They liked having things to do while I was at work. I had citizen licenses for both of them. If they wanted, they could go outside. They both had clothes and keys to the apartment. They had a cheap cell phone for emergencies. Still, they almost never went. They preferred to stay safe. "Do you two want to go get treats?" Cade's ears perked up. Sergei's flattened. "You need to get outside sometime. Both of you. It's chilly, so we can bundle up. Even visit the park." "The park!" Cade's tail was wagging. So reminiscent of a real dog. I chuckled and scratched the base of his ears. He wiggled with delight. "You two need to get some exercise. Plus, we can visit Beth." Sergei sighed and stomped away to get his coat and socks. Cade bounced behind him. --- It was chilly. But whereas I was wearing a black pea coat, some gloves and no hat, the boys were bundled up until they were barely visible. Sergei was wearing sunglasses and a sheepskin lumberjack hat with ear-flaps. His tail was tucked uncomfortably down his sweatpants and he was wearing big clumsy mittens. He wore a scarf to cover up the beginning of his ruff. His pea coat was grey. Cade leaned heavily on the crutch, his jeans pinned neatly at the hem where his missing foot should have been. He had a baseball cap on to pin his ears to his head, and a scarf wrapped around his neck and the hat. He had a puffy red jacket that he was very proud of. He liked the color. The boys nearly sweated themselves to death just going down the seven floors to the bottom of the apartment. It was a thankfully quiet journey, with no meetings. There was a gas station and an ice cream shop near our building, but I always walked a mile further. It was always worth the extra walk. The air was brisk on my face. Cade was still bouncing with excitement. It seemed like his energy never ran out. We stopped at the small C-store tucked in the corner of an office building. We opened the door and the boys ran in to meet the young woman sweeping up some spilled cereal. Beth looked up just in time to get tackled by Sergei and Cade. I hadn't learned that they were acquaintances until they had been here for two months. I had taken them out for treats, all the way out here because I knew that the owner of the shop was progressive towards Somatics. They had hugged and chatted like old friends. Beth had soft silvery fur over most of her body. Her face lengthened into a slight pointed muzzle and she had large moist black eyes and a large black nose. She couldn't speak, but she had expressive hands and could write and gesture most of what she had to say. As the three of them talked together, I went to the front to talk to Stanley. He owned the C-store, and employed Beth. They slept together, and I had been worried that he was taking advantage of Beth, but as far as I could tell, they both really liked each other. Stanley protected her. After exchanging hellos, I looked back to the three of them. They were heading to the backroom so they could take off their jackets and talk without feeling self conscious. There were a few customers in the back. "Stanley? Have you ever heard of Animal Farm?" I expected him to cock his head, unknowing. To maybe bring up the book by George Orwell. I didn't expect him to stare at me like that. Anger, hatred, suspicion went through his eyes. Not entirely directed towards me, but enough to make me feel like I was pinned to a wall. The hostile stare dissipated, and he put his hand over his heart. "Sorry, Eric... Its just... I can't think rationally when I hear about that place. Did the boys finally tell you?" Finally? 'Yes' was on the tip of my tongue. My lack of knowledge infuriated me. I wanted to know. I wanted to know about Cade and Sergei. My beautiful, fragile friends. "No." I said softly, letting my hands wander, and play with a cheap green bic lighter. It was getting close to christmas, so there was a display of red and green lighters. Stanley leaned back and sighed. "I shouldn't tell you then. That's for them. But It's a bad place, and they left it. So did my Beth. She wasn't pretty enough for their videos, but they made her do horrible things." His hands were in fists. "Those monsters." He murmured. --- Like all felines, Sergei couldn't taste sweet things. Cade had bought a large bag of M&Ms, and Sergei had chosen some peanuts and peppered beef jerky. He was telling Cade that it wasn't fair to give him bites of jerky, because Cade had made his choice, and he wouldn't be able to return the favor. I was smiling, Cade was making the cutest pouty face, and Sergei was being joking and condescending. It was only an argument in context. All I could see was love. "You three, the hell are you doing out and about? You freaks come with me!" Cade flinched and the bag of candy dropped from his hand, sending multicolored beads of chocolate everywhere. He dropped his crutch and wobbled, before dropping gracelessly to the ground, cringing. Sergei looked tense and ready to run, glaring at the policeman huffing closer. He knelt and put his arms around Cade's trembling shoulders, whispering into the side of his neck and killing the policeman with his gaze. I stood in front of them. "I am a citizen and I have guardianship of both of these Somatics." I said in a cold official voice. "I have their papers." The policeman looked slightly taken aback, but he glared down at the boys and demanded to see the papers. At his glare, Cade shrank down even further, and Sergei bared his small pointed teeth. People were stopping to stare at us. I could hear Cade starting to cry. I felt a deep well of hatred for the officer in the center of my chest. It had been a good day. The boys were in good spirits, joking and laughing. But he had ruined it. I knew that Sergei would be cross and prickly for the rest of the day. Cade would be silent and liable to burst into tears. I brought out their papers and the officer spent a good three or four minutes extensively checking them. I helped Cade up and put his crutch under his arm. I picked up the bag, but most of the candy had fallen out. "Get back inside." The officer said gruffly. "They have no business walking around." I nearly blew my lid at that, but Sergei put his hand on my shoulder pulling me back. "Let's just go." He muttered. I was startled, but I saw how miserable Cade looked. Sergei was more worried about Cade than he was about that pig officer. We went on after that. Cade was silent and pale. I offered to go into another c-store and get him some more M&Ms, but he just shook his head. I asked them if they still wanted to go to the park, but both of them were too tired and not in the mood. I hated the officer for that. --- The boys were distracted and listless. Sergei was so frustrated that he threw the notebook to the ground and went to sulk in the bathroom. Cade looked down at the workbook that I had printed for him. He looked up and asked quietly if we could finish later. "Of course, baby." I murmured, kissing his forehead. He got up and hobbled to the bedroom. I felt tired enough myself. I went to the bathroom and knocked. No answer. "Ser? You don't have to keep working on your workbook. Cade's taking a nap." Silence, and then the door opened. Sergei liked to sit in the tub when he was upset. Something about the porcelain tub comforted him. His large triangular ears were laid back. His tail was thrashing. He sighed and his tail went limp. "Thank you Eric." He hugged me, and I could barely contain my surprise. Aloof wary Sergei, coming in for a hug. He was a lot taller than Cade, but also very slender. When he stood straight, the top of his head reached my eyes. But now, he was slouching slightly, so his head fit under my chin. His soft orangey hair was silky against my throat. The skin of his cheek warm and smooth. His ears were very expressive. The large triangle swiveled and twitched, against my face like a soft velvety fan. I kissed his ear. The ear twitched slightly. I was careful with my arms, Sergei didn't like to be trapped. I didn't cross them behind his back. I kept one hand on his shoulder, and with the other I cradled his head. He stayed in my arms for a full minute, breathing softly, silently. Not saying a word. "Do you love us?" He finally asked. His words muffled into my neck. I kneaded my fingers in his hair, thinking of what to say. After a while, I couldn't think of anything but the truth. "Yes." I felt him shudder as he took a deep breath, still snuggled under my chin. "I... I want... I think..." He shook his head and broke away from the hug, wiping his eyes with a quick swipe of the back of his hand. "Sorry." He grunted, sweeping past me to the bedroom. I was left standing, still feeling his warmth, and my confused arousal. --- I had to do some things online for work. I spent an hour checking and sending various emails and reports. Out of simple curiosity, I checked the bedroom. I couldn't see anything but their soft curled shapes under the blankets. Cade's crutch was leaning against the foot of the bed. Their clothes were scattered on the carpet. I closed the door gently, hoping the squeak wouldn't disturb them. I went back to my laptop, and I typed Animal Farm into the search engine. The 'artwork' of the site had changed. A boy with glassy eyes and fluffy white feathers covering his shoulders and arms was on his knees, a ring-gag in his mouth and a series of large infected piercings weighing down his soft genitals. He was on the left side of all of the links and videos. On the right side was a woman with intricate tiger-striped skin and patchy fur. She had large dildos being worked in and out of every orifice. The ropes around her torso were so tight that her breasts were swollen and dark red. I felt sick looking at the two somatics. I didn't want to continue, but I had to find out. I clicked on 'models'. Afraid of what I would find. Almost seventy pictures. I wasn't halfway down the page when I found Cade. My stomach felt hollow, staring at the picture. It was from the side. Cade's face was red and streaked with tears, his mouth open in sob of pain. Massive hands were clutching him around the narrow waist. A huge man was fucking him. Cade was on his hands and knees, his mouth frozen in that agonized scream. He had both of his feet in that picture. But I could see his hands were covered with raw fresh pink burns. Sergei was near the bottom of all of the models. His hair was longer, falling in a matted tangle down to the middle of his back. The picture was a man holding the frail young man's head up by his hair. Sergei was naked except for a collar around his bruised neck. One of his eyes was obscenely swollen. A purple knob. His nipples were pierced, and bleeding. The look. The look in his one normal-sized eye... I turned the website off. My face felt hot. My mouth was a trembling tight line and I felt sick. My cock felt like it was trying to shrink inside me, that's how disgusting I felt. I glanced up at the clock and it was almost seven. None of us had eaten yet. I went to the kitchen to rustle something up. --- I heard the soft rubber thud of Cade's crutch against the linoleum of the kitchen floor. I turned and saw them both standing there. Cade was rubbing his eyes and Sergei looked sleepy and messy-haired and adorable. He seemed less tense than normal. "I made stir-fry." "Thank you." Sergei murmured, going to grab dishes. "Thanks." Cade murmured, swinging himself forward to look curiously into the wok. He sniffed the air and smiled. "Smells good Eric." They were both a little quieter, but they didn't look quite as down. I was grateful. I stirred around the potatoes, onions, garlic, ground beef, and snow peas in the big wok, stirring in some brown sauce. In a smaller pan I seared some bell peppers. Cade and I loved them, but Sergei was picky, and liked it if they weren't even cooked together. I checked the rice cooker, and the light had gone from red to orange, meaning it was done. Cade went to the fridge to carefully bring the milk out. Sergei was getting silverware. I felt a little choked up, all of a sudden. All of my friends had thought me insane. My mother refused to see them, my father had liked them well enough, but his Alzheimer's meant that he never remembered them, or even me. I had given up most of my social life, and the closeness of my family to pick up these strays. But we were like a family. "Ow." I mumbled. The sauce in the wok had started to boil, and was flecking my bare arms with hot specks of grease. I hastily turned down the heat and tried to clear my head. --- Dishes were clean. Leftovers sealed tightly in plastic containers. Teeth brushed. I changed to an undershirt and boxers and slid into the bed. The boys were already there. I closed my eyes. I felt a soft small body cuddling into my back. "Cade?" I whispered, sleepily. "Wha?" The sleepy mumble came from the other side of the bed. Sergei was the one cuddling into my back. "Nothing." I mumbled back. I turned around, and I saw Sergei's eyes, reflective green disks in the near-dark. Silent and watching. "Why?" I whispered, too dazed to think of something smarter to say. Sergei shook his head, refusing to say anything. Instead he nuzzled his head into my chest. I felt the first chords of panic in my chest. I could feel his cock against me. Semi-hard through his briefs, against my thigh. "Ser... What about Cade...?" "Sleeeeeeppyyy." Cade whined. Pulling a pillow over his head. Sergei glanced over at him, and even in the near-dark, I could see the conflicting guilt and confusion. I slid out of the bed, leaning forward, hoping that the shirt would cover my aching erection. I bolted to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I swore under my breath as I leaned on the tank of the toilet and reached in my boxers. I fumbled my cock out and frantically rubbed, just trying to get the feeling out. Not for enjoyment, just to get it done. I came into the toilet bowl with a soft grunt. I put the seat down and sat on it for a few minutes, waiting for my breathing to slow, and my cock to wilt. This wasn't healthy. This wasn't right. I didn't want to feel sexually attracted to them. Not when I was basically their guardian. They had come from a horrible place. I had found them starving and filthy and covered in parasites. They loved each other. I felt like a homewrecker. Like a pervert and a monster. Sergei was eight years younger, Cade was eleven younger. It was just wrong. Wrong on so many levels. I got up and urinated. I washed my hands, and my face. I went to the closet and took out the comforter that had been washed and put away (I thought for good) after the boys started sleeping in my bed. I went out to the couch instead. I felt a little chagrined, kicked out of the bed in my own home, but mostly, I felt guilty enough that the couch seemed like an escape, and not an exile. --- I couldn't stop thinking about them the next day. All day at work, talking to customers, working on my computer, talking to my coworkers, I couldn't get them out of my heads. I couldn't stop thinking about the shame in Sergei's green eyes, or the way Cade had snuggled into me the last few nights. Something had to happen. Things couldn't just keep going like this. I couldn't handle it anymore. At lunch, I locked myself in my office and video-called the home computer. "Hiya Eric." Cade chirped. My webcam was very low-quality. His pixelated face smiled and lagged as he bounced up and down in his seat. "Whatcha doooooing?" I couldn't help but smile. It was impossible to not be happy when Cade was happy. "Nothing much pup... It's my lunch break and I just wanted to see how you knuckleheads were doing." "Oh... We're good. Sergei's trying to read in the primer. I'm playing Aliens." He turned from the screen. "Sergei! Eric's on the computer!!" I saw Sergei slink into the screen. "Hey Eric, you never woke us up." He murmured, quietly. The camera was poor quality, but I could hear the soft hurt in his voice. The dim apology. He was like a kid who knew he had done something bad. He was trying to atone. "Can we go to the park, maybe?" Cade made a surprised noise and hugged Sergei. Sergei was not a huge fan of the park, but Cade loved it. "Of course... I'm going to get off at four thirty today. Have your coats ready by five. It's chilly." "Kay Eric. Thank you!" Cade chirped. "Thanks." Sergei was quieter, withdrawn. --- No one was at the park with the weather being as cold as it was. Cade ran for the play park, dropping his crutches and hopping so he could grab the monkey bars. He swung and crawled around the park, with me hovering like a nervous parent (he was going to break his fool neck one of these times) and Sergei huddling in one of the tunnels. After a few minutes, Cade bothered Sergei to come play with him. The fresh air was good for both of them, and for me too. Cade got plenty of exercise fooling around in the park, but I had to stimulate Sergei. I played basketball with him in the small asphalt court. He was very quick, light on his feet, but I was very good at defense. Cade usually watched our games on the sidelines, cheering us both on, because he couldn't decide who he wanted to win more. We took a little walk away from the court when a woman was walking her dog on the asphalt path. Sergei and Cade both donned their hats, and we waved at her as she passed. She waved back, oblivious that two of us were considered second class citizens. --- Their faces were rosy from the exercise, and they were sweaty from the layers of clothes that they had worn out of fear. Cat and Dog I put a kettle on and they stripped down to their usual skimpy home-clothes. Cade went shirtless, just wearing his pajama pants. Sergei wore his briefs and a baggy shirt. I spooned instant cocoa into two cups, and put a tea bag into the third cup. I sat on the couch. Cade sat cross-legged at my feet. He looked up at me from down there. "Scratch me?" He asked politely, his ears perking. I peeled off my socks with my toes and started scratching his thin back with my toes. He shivered and groaned softly. His little ruff was fluffy against the soles of my feet, ticklish. Sergei sipped his tea, and leaned against me on the couch. The tv was black, the house was quiet. We just sat together, watching the snow falling through the window. After a while, I scratched Sergei's ruff with my left hand. I could feel his purring in the bones of my fingertips. --- Sergei was using the bathroom to shower. He was a very private person, so even though we both had to brush our teeth, we stayed out in the living room. I was combing Cade's ruff and hair properly. He was nearly comatose with the pleasure. I interspaced each few strokes with a little scratch around the base of his ears, or around his spine, where the ruff itched the most. His eyes were half open. He had one arm propped under his cheek. I could see the burns on his hands. I touched one of the shiny weals. "Radiator." He mumbled. "What?" I asked quietly. His eyes opened a little wider, he was a little more alert. He looked up into my eyes. His eyes were brown and guileless. Full of love. Full of trust. "Wh... When I was in the Bad Place... I was tied to a radiator. Sometimes... Sometime I fell asleep, and my hands touched the metal. That's how I got burned." I carefully scratched his back against the grain of his soft rough fur. He shuddered softly, and relaxed. "That wont ever happen to you again." I whispered, dragging my fingernails through his fur. "You wont ever get tied up or hurt again. "I'll die before I let that happen." Cade closed his eyes, every muscle in his body fully relaxed. "I knowww..." He sighed. There it was. The first time either of them had told me anything about Animal Farm. The Bad Place. I rubbed his lower back. Right above the base of his tail, he had a small round cigarette burn. I touched it with my fingertip, feeling how rough it was compared to the rest of his smooth skin. "He got in trouble for that." Cade's voice was so quiet, I could barely hear him. But I could hear the shake. I could hear the tiny quiver in his voice, as he continued. "He burned me there... But he got in trouble. He had to pay a lot extra." I ached. I put my hand on his back. "Shh... It's okay, Cade." "I love you Eric." Cade whispered. I didn't hesitate. "I love you, too." I scratched his ears, and they perked up. He got up and hugged me tight, squirming into my lap. I let him, he was upset. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but Cade was being open with me. And I was so curious. I rested my hand on his fleshy stump. I felt him flinch a little, and bury his face in my shirt. He was curled up in my lap, and he was so small. I was struck by just how light and small he was, compared to me. It wasn't his voice that answered. I turned sharply when I heard Sergei speaking. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel hanging low on his hips, his red hair limp, plastered to the sides of his neck. His eyes were green, and staring right into my soul. "A customer paid a very large sum of money, and then he started beat the soles of Cade's feet with a hose. We could hear him screaming, even on the other side of the building. The customer broke all of the bones in his one foot before the bouncers came in and dragged the customer out." Cade curled up tighter. I could feel tears leaking through my shirt. "The Boss was angry. The Boss even paid up for a doctor, when Cade got sick enough. But that was after a week of just wrapping Cade's foot. After a week of hearing him cry all night because he couldn't sleep. The doctor had to chop his foot, because the toes were turning black." "The Boss made him take customers the next day. When he was bled out and barely conscious." Then Cade spoke up, in a very small voice. I could feel his breath through my tearstained shirt. "It wasn't so bad. The customers that day. He... He only let the nice ones in." I saw a flash of helpless anger in Sergei's eyes. He walked in and got up on the couch. Cade left my lap to go snuggle in his. Sergei rested his chin on top of Cade's head, cradling the younger pup in. He glanced at me, wary, but also just tired. The look in his eyes was weary, exhausted. "They weren't nice ones." He explained quietly, stroking Cade's hair. "They were just the ones that didn't want to torture you. The ones that didn't pay to burn you, or cut you, or whip you, or take you in groups." Cade nodded. "Sorry." Sergei closed his eyes. I could see premature lines of worry and stress. "Don't be sorry." He said quietly. "Let's go to the bathroom. You can brush your teeth, and take a shower." Cade nodded, and got up, grabbing for the crutch as he did. He knew that Sergei wanted to talk to me alone. He gave us both a searching look, before hobbling to the bathroom. Sergei looked into my eyes. "The Bad Place was a bar. They kept cages in the back for Somatics. You could do whatever you wanted to some of the uglier ones. Ones like Cade though... They got angry if you left scars on the pretty ones like Cade. He still has them, of course. So do I." He wrapped an arm around his torso, touching the burns on his upper back. "They took videos, so they wanted us pretty healthy." "The difference between me'n Cade... I was taken off the street by a thug who worked for the Boss. I was there for two years. Cade's been in there since he was ten years old." "I didn't think you'd ever tell me." I whispered. "Why now?" He looked at me through his bangs. "Because. Cade trusts you. And... And I trust you too." He carefully leaned against me. I didn't put my arm around his shoulder, that would have been too constricting. I just rested my hand on his upper back, scratching his ruff through his shirt. He purred. "I always knew that you two had been hurt." I whispered. "I just wanted you to be safe. And... And I didn't want to let you back out there." Sergei crept closer, and reached for my wrist. He moved my arm so it was curled around his neck, holding him very close. His head was against my chest. One large triangular ear was pressed flat against my chest. He was so close. "Thank you." He whispered. --- I took my shower last. I felt heavy. Heavy with sorrow for them. They had suffered so much. The water was warm. I closed my eyes under the spray. I looked down and smiled when I saw the fur clogging up the little rubber protector we put over the drain. I scraped the fur from it with my fingertips and dropped it into the toilet bowl. I scrubbed shampoo into my hair, and used my soapy hands to scrub vigorously at my genitals. It was a little habit I had just picked up, and never stopped. I didn't want to masturbate like I usually did before going to bed. It just felt wrong. After what I had learned. Knowing what I was thinking about. They trusted me. That was a good feeling. --- I dried off and slipped into a pair of tight briefs and pajama pants. I listened at my bedroom door, but it was quiet. I was glad. Cade and Sergei usually fucked like bunnies, but tonight I was tired. I walked in and they were cuddled together in the middle, a vague lump under the comforters. I slid under the covers, quiet. I closed my eyes. "Eric?" They both said it at once. Cade's soft voice, Sergei's deeper voice. It made a strange near-harmony. I turned to look at them. Sergei looked shy, but Cade had always had a knack for speaking his mind. "We both love you, Eric." He said softly, crawling forward and nuzzling his head under my chin. I hugged him automatically, but he must have felt how stiff I was. How tense, and ready to pull away. "You love us, too." Cade whispered. "Yes..." I said carefully. "But..." Sergei came in. I was almost grateful, I hadn't had a clue what to say. "No buts." He crawled forward, and suddenly I had one boy in each arm. Sergei grabbing the front of my shirt in one hand and hugging me fiercely with the other, Cade gently nuzzling my throat. I could feel Sergei growling low in his throat. Cade let out a soft whine. "I... I can't do this." I whispered. My lips felt numb. My cock was aching and stiff. I was trembling. They were both so close, their bodies warm and hard and insisting. I couldn't escape. I didn't want to. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel like if I let in, something terrible would happen. Sergei nipped me with his sharp little teeth. I gasped as I felt the sharp pain on my shoulder, nearly sharp enough to break the skin. "Stop being an idiot." He growled. Cade, as always, was gentler. Sergei was so wary, that even his acts of love were prickly. Cade kissed me. I felt my last inhibitions melting. I knew that for better or worse, that this was going to happen. I kissed him back, and felt his soft wet tongue enter my mouth. It was a little flatter and smoother than a human tongue, though that might have been my imagination. It had been so long since someone had shared my bed that way. "We talked about this." Sergei muttered. "And we agree." Cade whispered, his lips still touching mine. Sergei put his hands on either side of my face. I felt like they were working me together in a rhythm. Like they had planned it... Or like they had been forced to do it before. Sergei pressed his lips to mine, briefly, then whispered. "Cade loved you a long time. But he knew that I was scared. He stayed with me. Tried to tell me how you were different." He took a deep breath. "You are different, Eric. And I trust you. I want you to be with us. This time, he kissed me and his lips parted. I could feel the tiny backwards-facing barbs on his tongue that made it feel rough. He tasted like toothpaste and warmth. I could feel his tense growl change into a purr. Hear his small human noises on top of the purr. Cade nibbled under my ear. They were both pawing at me, using their mouths and hands. It was too much. "Stop!" I said it louder than I meant to. They both cringed away, looking at me with wary longing eyes. I spoke slowly. I had wanted this for so long. "Please, not so fast. I... I'll come right away." I saw Cade smile, and both Sergei and I were smiling, too. I tangled my fingers in their hair. Cade's long and curly, Sergei's short and silky. I leaned forward and did what I had wanted to do for so long. I kissed them. I felt Cade's long tongue, Sergei's sharp teeth and barbed tongue. I felt so happy. I was still unsure, frightened as hell about what this meant. But I was so happy. Cade stripped, showing off his small sturdy body. I had caught glimpses of them naked over the years. Cade had very little modesty, so it wasn't unusual for me to see him changing, or forgetting to close the bathroom door. Sergei had been more wary, but I had still seen all of him over the year. Now was the first time I saw Cade naked, and aroused. I was sitting, and he was on his knees, smiling, blushing faintly. His thick perky cock sticking up from his crotch. I touched it with my fingers, barely, gently. Feeling the warmth, and the silky skin. I rubbed the ball of my thumb over the tip, to feel the drop of silky moisture there. Cade moaned so soft. I kissed Cade, stroking his cock with my one hand. I broke away gently to turn to Sergei. He looked more timid. But he smiled and leaned in to kiss me. Cade's cock still throbbed against my fingertips, but as I kissed Sergei, Cade leaned forward. I could still feel the pulse through his thin soft foreskin. He nuzzled my chest, lipping my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. I moaned. Sergei was reaching between my legs, stroking my inner thighs through the pajama pants, getting close, but never quite touching me where I was aching. I leaned back. My back was against the headboard, the wood was shockingly cold, and I gasped a little. Both of them crawled closer. Sergei deftly untied my drawstrings and I lifted my hips so he could relieve me of my pants. I fondled Cade's cock, sliding the soft foreskin up and down, listening to him pant into my ear, feeling him nibble my earlobe, lick it, kiss me under my ear, at the corner of my jaw, suck on my neck, rub his body against me. He was such a sexual creature. I slid my hand around to touch his soft taut little ass. Squeezing one globe, then the other. Gently stroking in between. I gasped, and nearly bucked my hips into Sergei's face. His mouth was down there, seperated by a thin layer of fabric. He was kissing me through my boxers, teasing me. Stroking my thighs and kissing my stomach, rubbing his hands and cheek and lips against my erection. It had been so long, so long since anybody touched me like this. And now I had the two of them. The young men that I had taken off the street. "Lean back, Eric." Sergei whispered. Cade gently pushed me back, and I did, lying back against the pillows. Sergei pulled down my underwear, pulled off my pajama pants, so I was naked, completely exposed to the both of them Sergei still had his pajama shirt and boxers on. I sat up so I could take the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. He complied, squirming out. I could see his cock. The slim pink head was poking out of the slit of his tented boxers. I reached, and cupped the bulge in my hand. I had Cade's cock in my other hand. I stroked them. Cade's cock was thick and uncircumcised. Fitting perfectly into my hand. Sergei's cock was also uncircumcised, but he had a pronounced upward curve, and I could feel the veins. His cock was a little thinner, but longer. I stroked, watching the foreskin cover his head completely, into a small shriveled cone. Then stroking down, watching the moist pink head emerge. "You two are so beautiful." I murmured. Cade's tail was wagging. I could hear Sergei purring. Cade glanced up at Sergei. "What do you want to do?" I was so surprised. I was used to the way they acted around me, with Sergei being the tough one, the one in charge. But in the bed, it was Cade who was clearly in charge. Sergei kissed him. The boys were leaning over me, soul-kissing. I moved down on the bed, shuffling. I was right between them, close enough to see the bead of precome on Cade's shiny head, see the dribble going down Sergei's cock. I kissed them both, tasted the sweet hot precome, lapped at the heads with my tongue, while stroking. The foreskins moved with my hands. I loved the soft move and feel. I had never been with an uncircumcised man, and now I had two. Sergei whimpered, and nearly went limp with my mouth on him. Cade had to hold the older boy up, panting sweetly. I took Sergei's cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. He was so fresh and clean, his skin still clean and moist from the shower. His pubic hair was as soft and light as fur against my lips. I cradled his balls in my hand, they were fuzzy, and warm. I reached my fingers further, brushing a hot twitching little hole. I pulled my lips from his cock and moved to Cade. His balls were different, separate in their sack, like large soft eggs. They hung a little lower, I cradled and stroked. Cade yipped softly. I still stroked Sergei's cock, wet with my saliva. I was aching, I could feel the wetness on my belly, where my cock lay, as long and hot as a stone in the sun. But Sergei was moving... Onto his hands and knees. I was still stroking his cock, but he was crawling so his head was by my cock, and I could reach his cock and his adorable ass. His small soft hand wrapped around my cock, and I thrust my hips, while reaching for his ass. I sucked on two of my fingers and touched his tiny asshole with my wet fingertips. He mewed, and bent down to lick the tip of my cock with his rough hot tongue. Cade kissed me, and moved so he was like Sergei. Both of them on their hands and knees, their heads close, like they were whispering secrets, their asses on display, for my hands. I propped myself up on a few pillows, and gasped when the both leaned down. They were kissing each other, with the head of my cock between them. I felt their hot tongues, saliva trickled down my cock as they licked and fondled my cock with their mouths. My left hand was working with Sergei. I brushed Cade's stump with my fingers, before crawling my fingers up his smooth thigh, up to his ass. Cade made a little squeak when I buried my fingers in him. I could feel the vibrations on my cock, as he moaned. I had a finger working in and out of Sergei's ass. I could feel him trembling. He glanced at me, his mouth around my cock. I couldn't help it. That look was enough. I watched his startled green eyes as my come dribbled out of his mouth. Cade lapped at my cock, licking up the white droplets from my trimmed pubic hair. I sat up and kissed them both, tasting myself. "I'm sorry." I whispered, smiling sheepishly. "I couldn't help myself." Sergei laughed, and squirmed. I still had my hand on his ass, and I had curled a finger inside him. His cheeks were bright red, his cock was sticking up from his crotch like a flagpole. "Sergei? Cade?" I asked quietly. Cade kissed my cheek. My hand was on his thick cock, stroking. "Yeah, Eric?" Cade's voice was soft and strained. He had more self-control than Sergei, who was nearly incoherent. Panting and trembling with my fingers in his ass. "What do you two want to do?" I expected them to be shy. Sergei just closed his eyes and squeaked as I put another finger in him. Cade knew exactly what he wanted. "I want to fuck Sergei. You should suck his cock. Poor guy wont be able to handle it." I laughed. I couldn't help it. The reversal of their roles in the bedroom was more than I could handle. Cade smiled, but his eyes were totally serious. "What do you want, Sergei?" His large orange ears were trembling, laid back. His green eyes were glassy with want. He was panting, and I could see the small sharp points of his teeth behind his wet lips. He looked at Cade first. Smiling and hectic and red. "Please." Then he turned to me and kissed me. Cade hopped out of the bed and dug in my night drawer. He took out the large tube of lubricant that I had to buy for them every month or so. I had always assumed that Sergei had been on top. To see Cade with that 'top' gleam in his eyes was strange, and surprisingly sexy. Sergei had always been so protective. Cade so timid. Now it was Sergei who lay down on his back and hugged his knees to his chest, looking up at Cade and I. His pale green eyes full of expectation and love, glazed with lust. Cade slathered lube on his cock. He stuck his lubed fingers up Sergei's hungry asshole. I kissed Sergei, then I watched his face. Watched those eyes pop open. Watched his mouth open, listened to his high mews and squeaks of arousal as Cade split him open. Sergei wrapped his legs around Cade's pumping hips. I licked his small soft nipples. They were pink and sweet, tasting like sweat from our exertions. I licked his lean belly. Tasted salty precome that had gathered there. I took his red oozing cock into my mouth. I couldn't see his face at the angle I was at, but I could see his arm, at a straight angle, the hand clutching the sheets, all of the muscles corded and trembling. A small scar on the web of flesh between his thumb and forefinger. His cock was throbbing in my mouth. The head was so smooth, the foreskin pulled back against my lips. It was so hot and smooth and salty. The foreskin silky, the head soft, the shaft like wood. Cat and Dog Cade's stomach kept bumping into the side of my head. He was really plowing Sergei. Sergei was crying out in his high sweet voice. I had always assumed that the soft whimpers coming from the futon had been Cade's. Suddenly Sergei's fingers were in my hair, forcing me down. His cock head pressed against the back of my throat, then slipped past. It had been forever since I had given a blowjob, but my gag reflex didn't go, not right away. I could feel soft thick semen trickling down my throat, feel Sergei squirming. Then Cade pulled out and stroked his cock once. I felt feverishly hot droplets land on my cheek and face and in my hair. I looked up at him and Cade laughed softly, panting. "You look good like that." He giggled. I smiled, and swallowed the hot bitter cream in my mouth. Sergei was slick with sweat. All of us were. "Bathroom?" I suggested. --- In the bathroom, I scrubbed Sergei down with a wet washcloth. When I gave his cute ass a pinch he smiled at me, and tweaked my nipple. "Ouch... Cut that out." The insolent little cat stuck out his tongue. His tail whipped back and forth playfully. Cade was smiling. He closed his eyes and his tail beat a tattoo into the front of my legs as I scratched his short ruff. His ears laid back flat into his hair and he moaned happily. I rubbed him down with the wet wash cloth, paying careful attention to his soft cock. I yawned. My yawn proved contagious. I saw Sergei's pointed little teeth. Cade's long flat tongue. "Eric? Let's go." He tugged me to the bedroom by my wrist. "Bossy, isn't he?" I whispered to Sergei. The Cat laughed softly, and the Dog mock-scowled at the both of us. The bed was soft, and I was tired. It was so much more comfortable with their soft warm bodies on either side of me. Sergei liked to sleep on his side, his back to me. Cade slept on his stomach. I lay on my back between the two, and closed my eyes. *Thank you all for following me. :) I'll try to come out with stories more frequently. I have about six in limbo, but I don't want to name any names or themes, because they are still in the stage where I'm not sure if I could finish them. Kisses and Spanks, --Cruel* Cat & Eagle - Her Birthday It is the night and the Eagle and Cat have come back to the Villa together after seeing a live band and a good night out. The next day is the birthday of the Cat. A few weeks ago the Eagle had asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She had laughed and said that she wanted the Eagle. He smiled and thought about it at the time and said that for her birthday she can have her Eagle and he will have 5000 Dirham's in his pocket to be spent and he will go/do/buy anything the Cat desires during her birthday – all she has to do is imagine and choose what she fancies to do and he will comply. So come the hour of midnight she has charge for 24 hours – and he promised to be putty in her hands for all of it. The cat smiles – this is to be for her pleasure first. She looks at her watch and it is 15 minutes to midnight and the next day is a holiday for the Eagle – taken in her birthday honour. She smiles. He is her playmate for her birthday and she has been thinking about things a lot. She knows how to get him sexy and wanting her bad and she wants him sexcited to be her birthday present. So as they come into the Villa she moves close and kisses him holding his neck and feeling his hands on her bum – her sexcitement rises too but this is about making him good and hard for her loving. She touches his nipples through is T shirt rubbing and pinching and feeling his hands gripping her bum harder as he gets turned on. Then she stands back a little and smiles as she moves him to the dining table area – she turns around one of the chairs and sits him in it and has some ties ready on another chair. She smiles into his eyes and taking two ties binds him to the chair so he is facing her and putty in her hands. Now she puts on the music on the IPod and she has put on the same music as the Agent Provocateur film about Valentines. Now she slowly takes off her clothes sexy in front of him. Inside she has kept her choice secret all night and very sexy black is her choice this night. So now she is swaying sexy and she starts to touch and rub her Eagle as the lady in the film. She undoes his trousers and pulls up the T shirt so she can feel his erection and tease him harder. He is watching – putty in her hands – and more and more wanting her. She giggles and dances sexy some more – rubbing her bum into his erection. She feels it nice and hard already. Now she goes to her chair again and the eye mask is also waiting. She places this over his eyes so he cannot see anymore and she whispers in his ears "I love you very much and thank you for being my birthday present this year" she is now touching and rubbing his sex area and his hard erection inside is strong for her already. So now she unties him and stands him up – still in the eye mask – and she undresses him – first his shirt, then his trousers socks shoes and finally his panty. His erection springs forward as he is turned on by her already. She smiles – she has it all planned. So now she moves to another chair on which she has some very naughty things. The first thing is the big cock ring and she takes it to his erection. Stretching it big enough she pulls it big and over his erection and balls. When right back she slowly releases her grip and watches as his erection gets harder and twitches as he feel the ring snuggle around his sex zone. "Naughty Cat" he says – she giggles. Now she has a sexy surprise and she pulls up a pair of naughty see through panty – small thong – over his legs and his sex area holding in his erection. She giggles some more as she looks at the sexy tight and see through white. She strokes his erection inside to make him harder for her. Click Flash Click Flash – some fun with a camera. Now she has him where she wants him, and gets his robe from another chair and puts it onto him – and she then takes a tie and ties his wrists together behind his back so he is back in her control. Still he has on the eye mask. She now undresses and takes a sexy bikini she has bought for her body and puts it on – it too is white and when wet becomes see through – followed by her robe – tied so he cannot see. Next she puts on flip flops to both his and her feet and she leads him outside to the swimming pool. She leads him by her hand and his hands are still tied behind his back. She leads him to the pool side and she stands him near the edge of the water. Now she wants him to get more sexy hard. She undoes his robe so she can see his sex area – already hard for her – and she takes off her robe. Then she takes off the eye mask and steps back from him so he can see her sexy body in the moonlight and slowly she walks into the water. As her bikini gets wet her hard nipples become strong and clear inside the white bikini and her sex area too is tight against the white material. She can see in his eyes he is very sexcited now and wants her body – very hard erection. Now she moves out of the water – very sexy – and he is looking at her sexy body in the moonlight – very sexy – and she unties his hands and takes off his robe. Then she entices him into the water slowly and they start to kiss and cuddle in the swimming pool. They start to cuddle and kiss in the water and her naughty hands are touching his hardness – his fingers are teasing her breasts and nipples and she is feeling more and more sexcited too. Now she starts to roll down his panty and off his body so he is swimming nude. She too slides down her panty now so their sex areas are nude. Now she wants to take him inside her and she moves close to him and wraps her legs around him to draw his erection deep inside her. Deeper and deeper as she pulls him inside her under the water. She loves the feeling and they start to move sexy now. For the next 15 minutes they move – they wriggle – they thrust – they enjoy the sexy feelings and the sex and he holds he close and closer. She likes the splashing sound – the moonlight, the warm water – the strength of his cock her sexy feelings – it is her birthday after all. As they hold and move they start to find a rhythm that rocks and she feels her orgasm growing and growing and can sense he too is getting closer to a Climax. She holds him tighter now in the water and rubs up and down faster and faster – harder and harder – and she feels her orgasm coming now and she screams aloud as she comes - and shortly after he screams loud as he comes deep inside her. She leads him out of the pool now and she pulls on his robe and the eyemask is placed back over his eyes. She leaves him standing and gets the panties from the pool and collects everything together and leads him back to the Villa and now up stairs. She has not finished with him yet. So now they are in the bedroom and she takes off the rob – she takes a towel to dry him a little until he has no water and is nude with the eyemask on. She has a secret surprise – the little black cat sexy outfit that she wants him to sleep in. After drying him she takes the sexy outfit and pulls it onto his body – very sexy – very see through. His erection starts to return – she strokes him to encourage the naughty feelings. Click Flash Click Flash – some more fun When he is ready for sleep she leads him to the bed and lays him under the cover but still the eyemask in place. Now she gets comfy and dry too and dresses in a matching sexy outfit and feels sexcited again. She puts out all the lights and snuggles under the cover close and cuddly to her Eagle. She then takes off the eyemask but it is dark and she rubs her naughty hands over his body. He too can feel the two little black cat outfits but does not know what they look like. She giggles again and says "sleep sexy – see you in the morning my lover" and they fall into a deep sleep in each others arms. She knows her birthday wake up will be sexy........... End chapter 1 Chapter 2 So it is now the morning and the cat comes awake with her sleeping Eagle beside her. She moves her arms around him to feel his warmth – his reality – his body. She kisses the back of his neck and he feels her warmth and starts to come awake. He rolls over onto his back so he can kiss her back and opens his eyes. The cat is waiting with the eye mask already. She smiles into his eyes and quickly puts the eye mask over his eyes so she can control what he sees and feels – still he has not seen the sexy see through that he is wearing and she wants to raise his temperature and make him hard for her this wake up time. The eagle smiles and says "oh – you are a very naughty cat this birthday". The cat giggles and she moves her body so that she is now sitting on top of him. Now she leans over to corner of the bed and already she has a tie ready – moving his hand to the tie she wraps it around his wrist and pulls the know tight so his arm is stretched out and secure. Moving quickly she moves his other hand to the opposite side and does the same so that he is tied to the bed and all hers to play with. She moves her body down now to he legs and his erection is already getting hard for her inside the sexy sleepwear. She touches his nipples with her fingers – rubbing and pinching him and she sees his erection get harder and twitch. Soon she can not resist touching his sex area and she feels his warm hard cock – still inside the black see through material – and she arranges his erection straight up his body so it can be seen properly. Now she moves off the bed taking away the cover and she moves his foot to a third waiting tie and fixes it firmly. Now – spreading his legs quite wide apart – she secures his second foot so now he is absolute putty in her hands – with a growing hardness inside the black thin see through material. Now she moves away to leave him to think a little and she freshens up in the bathroom. She puts on some fresh perfume and looks at her slender body in the matching black sexy sleepwear. She is looking good. After some time away she returns to him and can see he is really sexcited for her. Click Flash click flash – some more fun with the camera. Then she starts to touch and make his body tingle in all the right places. She moves again so her body is over his and she leans over to take off the eye mask. She has drawn the curtains so in the daylight he can now see her – wearing the very sexy black cat sleepwear. His eyes focus and he smiles and says "WOW – very sexy my lover!" She giggles now and moves her body lower so now he can see his body has the same thing on. She touches and rubs him through the material and he groans with a bit of pleasure as she teases him some more. "Well, she says, aren't I the lucky birthday girl....what have we got here" and again she rubs him harder. Now she stands up over him on the bed and as he watches she slowly peels off her little black cat sleepwear and soon she is nude. She slowly sits down again over him and finds the hard cock inside the material and rubs her sex area over him – touching – wet now and sexy. Rub rub rub rub And then she moves her body up high and slowly she moves her sex area over his face. She feels his wet warm tongue come out to meet her and he starts to lick her and pull her inside his mouth and her sex zone starts to tingle. She starts to move a little harder – a little faster and pushing a little more onto his wet warm tongue. She closes her eyes now and her fingers start to touch her nipples – rubbing and pinching. Slowly she can feel her first orgasm rising inside her now – she does not stop, neither does he – and she rubs harder faster up and down and she feels herself coming closer and closer and then screams as her body shudders and she presses onto his mouth a bit harder. She stays still for a few moments, feeling his tongue still moving slow and sexy as her first come happens. She smiles and moves her body lower on his now, touching over his lips with her fingers to dry him a bit. Smiling again into his eyes she returns her attentions to his sex zone and there is a clip on the little black cat that lets his erection spring free. Now the cat will have some fun with his erection – touching, rubbing licking and moving it in her hands until she can tell he is close to coming. Then she moves her sex area over him and slides his hard hard erection deep deep inside her. Move move up and down up and down move move rub rub rub. She can feel all of him now and he is moaning sexy for her – he is pushing and thrusting up as hard as he can against the ties on the bed and screaming sexy now. She moves over him so she can speed up her movements up and down up and down and their skin is coming together making a slapping noise – faster. She does not stop – will not stop – until she feels his warm explosion deep inside her – her fingers touching his nipples and her mouth and teeth on one as he screams a big scream and he explodes deep inside her. She rocks her body slow now to take him in as deep and long as she can – move move – and she smiles and kisses him. She has come again too and feels very sexy and done. After some time she moves her self off him again and she leans over to refix the little black cat sleepwear over his penis. She smiles and giggles a little as she then unties him and she leads him to the morrow to see the sexy effect. Click Flash – some extra fun And then she starts to run a bath for them. Moving back into the room she hugs him and they kiss and she slowly undresses him so he too is now nude. As they wait for the bath she giggles and says – I have something very sexy for you wear today under your clothes. I have the pink and red cheesecake to see you in. He smiles – she is being a very naughty birthday cat. "And then" she says " it is time for us to go sexy shopping with my birthday money" He laughs and kisses her "I love you and can't wait to see what you want to spend your money on!" End of chapter 2 Chapter 3 After a hot bath and a dry down with soft towels the cat is back with the eye mask. She wants him to think sexy whilst they are shopping and wants to feel sexy too. With his eyes covered again she selects a very pretty set of lingerie for her body that day. She slides on the bra and the thong panty and then she moves close to her Eagle. Moving her body to rub against his skin she moves his hands and fingers over her bra and panty so he can feel the shape and material and she notices his erections starting to murmur – she smiles and giggles a little – he still cannot see – but she is turning him on again. So then she puts on her jeans and her top so that her underwear is still a secret. Now for her eagle. She has already selected to put on a pair of very see through pink panty first – covering his sex area and a sexy cut into his bum. Click Flash - - her record – his penis hard again inside the see through material. Then she has a deep pink /red thong and she pulls this on over the pink panties to create the strawberry cheesecake appearance – the thong deep in between his bum cheeks and his hard erection covered and held to his body tight but sexcited. She giggles and kisses his cheek as she touches him hard – and then Click flash – some more fun Now she takes his trousers and pulls these up over his legs and fixes his belt tight with the zip up so that he is covered too – secret – and pulls on his golf shirt to finish dressing him for the day. She smiles into his eyes as she takes off the eye mask and they kiss each other – she moving her naughty fingers over his sex area a little to keep him hard. She feels his fingers rubbing her nipples inside the bra and is sexcited again too. Then they drive to a restaurant for a birthday brunch – they enjoy some nice Thai food – and chat about where the Cat wants to go to shop with her birthday money. They go to the Central Shopping Centre together and they walk around clothes shops, handbag shops and shoe shops and the Cat finds a number of things she likes very much. The cat also chooses some music CD's and DVD's and a few other items of cosmetics then she takes her Eagle to the lingerie department. She takes her time walking around, looking, touching and teasing him as they shop. When the cat has made up her mind what she wants to buy – she asks the Eagle to leave an they arrange to meet in the bar across the street when she has her shopping finished. Just as he goes to leave, the cat calls him back and slides her hand inside his trouser pocket – rubbing his hard cock a little more – but also putting a piece of clothing inside his pocket and she smiles – "when you reach the bar, change into these" and she giggles. The eagle moves over the street to the bar and orders a beer, and then visits the gents toilet. The very Naughty Cat has put a very very small and tight sexy pouch in his pocket – the string goes deep into his bum and his erection (which is still hard and sexy for her) just fits inside the pouch. He thinks the birthday cat is a big big tease today and looks forward to getting beck to the Villa. After a while the cat joins him for a drink and then they pack up all the shopping and travel home. When they get back the eagle opens a bottle of champagne and the cat sits him down on the couch to watch her try on her new clothes. She uses the kitchen area to change into things where he cannot see and then comes around to show him item by item. Then she feels naughty and runs up stairs. She brings down her robe and moves to the Eagle. She then purposely and slowly undresses him – first his shirt. When he is nude on top she takes out a single tie from the robe pocket and moves his hands behind his back where she takes control again – she slips it around his wrists and pulls the knot nice and tight. He is putty in her hands again. Now she removes his shoes socks and trousers and his erection is already hard wanting her inside the sexy pouch. From the other pocket in the robe – click flash for her fun. Now she moves away again and after a little while she comes back from the kitchen in her robe. She has put on a new piece of lingerie inside and she is smiling her wicked smile as she puts some music on the iPod and starts to sway sexy to the music. His hard cock is there for her pleasure – it is her birthday. She moves closer and slowly drops her robe so he can see her sexy body in the new lingerie. "WOW" he says as she sways more to the music – his eyes following her. She moves closer now and pushes him back in the sofa so that she can touch him, rub him and play with his body making him harder and harder and wanting her more and more. Then she moves the lingerie so that her hard nipples are open now and places them inside his warm wet mouth one by one to feel him suck, lick bite and tease them harder. Stepping back now she slowly strips off her bra and panty so she is nude and she sits on his lap to move her sex area up and down his pouch covered erection. She is wet and sexcited. Then, turning around so her bum faces him, she unclips the string on his pouch releasing his hard cock for her pleasure. She slides her body backwards now until she is over his erection and then she slides her body down onto his hardness – deep deep. She moves now a little faster and pushes harder harder and his all day erection is quickly rising inside her and she feels her orgasm coming fast. - Push push push And she hears him groan and scream as then his explosion happens. She feels the warmth wetness inside and her orgasm rushes through her body – the pangs of pleasure – the energy and chemistry – electric. Then she leans back – still holding him inside her sex area – with the two glasses of champagne and they share a drink and kiss together as the feeling slowly down and fade away. She stands up and unties her eagle and says he should go for his bath and she will put her new things away. He moves upstairs and she starts to tidy her things up whilst his bath is running. She sorts out her things as he gets into the water and she smiles – she will wear the new bra and panty for her birthday dinner – and he will wear something new too – she will surprise him after his bath – and she giggles a little more to herself. Cat & Eagle - Her Birthday Splash Splash – he is bathing End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 So the eagle has bathed and the cat is waiting for the last time on her birthday with the eye mask and something very naughty for her eagle. As he dries off he drops the towel and she see's he has done as she asked – his sex area is smooth and freshly shaved and already recovering from her sexy games. He is a little hard again. She smiles and kisses him on the lips as she puts on the eye mask and then she takes a sexy thong from her pocket and places it in one of his hands to feel – it is silky and soft but very thin and very small. She leaves him touching it for a few minutes and she takes off her robe. Inside her robe she has put on a very sexy set of lingerie she bought that afternoon. Now she takes a bottle of baby lotion from her pocket and rubs this onto her hands – she starts to rub the cream into his freshly shaved babies bum and rubs it well into his skin. His erection soon returns in her warm hands. She moves closer now and takes the thong from his hand and bends down to let him step into it and draws it up his legs over his sex area holding his erection tight against his body. Rub rub – just to tease him a little more. Click Flash click flash........some fun again His hardness is back and she is happy and feeling sexy in her new lingerie – she now moves very close to him and moves his hands and fingers over her body so that he can feel and imagine the lingerie – it's sexy cut, the material the body inside. She enjoys his feeling – especially as he feels the tops of her stockings and the checks of he bum in the tight thong – the string between her bum cheeks. "Very sexy" he says and she touches him a little more feeling him sexcited and really hard again for her. She still wants to take a shower before going out – but first she takes his trousers and shirt and dresses his body so that his thong is hidden from sight and then she takes off her own lingerie so he does not see until later. When in her robe again she removes the eyemask and he hears her giggle as he sees her skip off to the bathroom – touching and rubbing him one more time before she moves away. The eagle is now dressed for the evening and feeling very sexcited and hard inside his clothes – Naughty Cat – he thinks. He sees she has laid out her dress for the evening and they are booked to go to a fancy restaurant for her birthday dinner that night. He also notices that she has her lingerie in the bathrooms he cannot sneak to see what she will be wearing just yet. He moves downstairs and fills the champagne glasses again. He takes one up to the cat – who is in the shower when he sneaks into the bathroom to place the glass on the sink top. Beside the glass he places a new bottle of perfume he has bought for her birthday and a little package – wrapped in special paper . The cat is still in the shower and does not hear him at all – he sneaks away again. After her shower the cat leaves the bath to notice first the glass of champagne – she smiles and takes a sip. Then she sees the small package and unwraps it – excited. Inside are two items – the first a beautiful jewelled dress watch. It takes her breath away and is just what her new dress needs to set it off. The other item is very naughty. It is three small balls on a string with in a packet and reading it she sees these are worn inside her sex area. On the package it describes them as a sexual stimulation toy for women. The new perfume too is then tried out – and she is delighted with the choice. She takes her time putting on her make up this night, and dresses her hair up – sophisticated and very glamorous for the dinner. Before dressing she takes the sexy balls and as she places them in position she realises she is already getting turned on and sexcited. The feeling is very sexy – especially when she walks or moves. Ummmm she thinks – these could make me very horny. The lingerie set is next – a black lacy see through set. Her breasts feel very sexcited in the lacy material and her thong, suspenders and stockings all add to her allure. Her new high heel shoes in shiny black make her look and feel sensational and she stands in front of the mirror – she takes her phone camera and click flash click flash – she models for half a dozen pictures. She saves them onto her phone. Finally the dress and the watch and an extra puff of the perfume and she feel ready for a lovely meal and a long night of sex afterwards. She joins the Eagle downstairs now. Her new handbag on her arm, she saunters down the stairs – swaying her hips in the shoes, feeling the stockings touching her legs and thighs and feeling the sexy balls touching her sexy spots. She is smiling into his eyes as he meets her at the bottom – he has the camera – click flash click flash. She looks stunning. He is the proudest guy in town as he escorts her out to a waiting taxi and they move off for the dinner. The restaurant is very posh, the food eloquently and beautifully presented. They have some more champagne to begin with and some lovely white wine with the food. The atmosphere is romantic and they talk easily and look into each other eyes with love and passion. As the main course clears the eagle receives a text message on his phone. It is an MMS and when he opens it there is a photo of the cat in her sexy lingerie. "HEY, WOW"he says as he see the picture – the cat looks into his eyes with the wicked look of a lady that can't wait to have him as hers. No contest – he is already hard inside and his blush shows how turned on he is. They finish the meal and two more texts arrive as they proceed. Then they move to a jazz bar where a singer and piano are playing and enjoy some nightcaps and the music before taking a taxi home. The naughty cat sends two more texts in the taxi and they cuddle up as they ride back. The cats naughty hand moving and touching him a little and the sexy balls feeling inside her still very tingly. When they reach home the Eagle lock the door and the cat suggests a final drink upstairs. He sets off to the kitchen to get these and the cat moves upstairs to the bedroom. She slips off her dress (keeping on her shoes and the lingerie for best effect – and freshens up – taking out the sexy balls now. Naughty Eagle – she thinks. She puts on some fresh perfume and she gets the eyemask and four ties ready. She can hear the clink of glasses coming up the stairs now and she walks to the corner of the room where he will see her reflection in the mirror before he sees her for real. As he walks in he does indeed see her body in the sexy black waiting in the mirror and as he puts down the glasses turns to see her in the lingerie for real. She is so sexy, so stunning – her hair is let down as well now and she has put on some deep red lipstick heavily on her lips. She moves over to him now – purposefully – and whips off his shirts, he kicks off his shoes and she removes his trousers and socks so he is now in just the thong. She walks around him, touching him, looking at him – his sexy bum with the thong deep inside his bum cheeks – his hard cock inside bulging for her. He can see in the mirror too and looks at the thong – tight and very sexy. Then she takes the eye mask and places this over his eyes. She pushes him back to the bed now and lays him in the centre. Then, one by one, she ties his wrists and makes him putty in her hands. She has a feather. She chooses to touch him with her feather to see if he is ticklish. Soon she finds his feet are and he moves them away fast. So now she moves to take down the thong – releasing his erection – and then she ties his feet wide apart to the bed so he cannot move. The feather again. Soon he is begging her to stop. She is laughing as she watches him struggle to get free – but can't – his erection very hard for her and his words asking her to stop the teasing. She then unties one of his hands so that she can let him touch her body in the sexy bra, panty and stockings and she moves her body and his fingers over her. He feels the sexy material and wants her more and more. She fixes his arm back in the tie and then takes off the eyemask so he can see her – watch her as she slowly sways to the music on the iPod and she strips off her bra and then her panty. Very sexy and his erection is throbbing and wanting her like mad now. So now she is wet with sexcitement and first she wants his mouth, his warm tongue and his lips to touch her nipples. She places them in his mouth and feels the tingles as her body starts to build an orgasm. Moving her body higher now she places her sex area over his tongue and he is licking, wet warm, sexy rubbing all at once as her fingers touch her own nipples and she feels herself about to come for the first time. She screams and groans now as her first orgasm rushes over her body and she feels herself come on his tongue. Feeling the shudders rising through – she slides down now to his erection and she moves him inside her mouth to make him extra extra hard. She touches, rubs, licks and massages him. He is all hers now – her birthday boy. Moving over him she slides him deep inside her – she starts to slide and push up and down up and down – until she can feel him filing her up inside and her love muscles are gripping him and massaging him and she can see he will come soon. Move move – push push – now he body is sliding up and down onto his erection harder and faster with her feet either side of his waste the cat can feel him and as she slides down him she is hitting his sex area with hers making a noise but creating tingles inside her. She gets faster and harder and more more more as he is about to come now. He screams loud and she feels herself come now as his explosion happens deep inside her. He is very forceful and she feels the shooting warmth of his come. She keeps her body moving for a little while to take in all the feelings and slows down relaxing her legs and arms and falling onto his warm body – but holding onto him for a few minutes. She kisses him on the mouth and they show and say how much they love each other. She smiles and the moves to untie him and they cuddle into each other arms They sit up to finish their drinks and then they arrange the quilt cover and the lights to sleep. They cuddle in each others arms – her head on his shoulder – as they both drift off into a deep sleep. She thinks it has been a good birthday. Dream ends........................ Cat and Mouse It was a bright yet chill October morning that Shelley Balboni dropped her daughter off at school. Her eight year old daughter, Barbara, balanced her new leaf collection delicately on her lap as the line of cars waddled sporadically forward as they discharged their precious cargoes. The radio susurrated a stream of traffic reports and ballads as Shelley tried to focus on her task as exhilaration sang in her ears. Just when she had given up on meeting her favorite Internet author, a message slipped through when and where she could meet him. Her panties were already wet. "Mommy, you know I'm staying at Sadie's house tonight, don't you?" Barbara asked. "Yes, dear," Shelley answered. "You're going to be at your cousin's all weekend. Do you have everything you need?" "Yes, Mommy. We double checked everything last night." "Great. Promise me something?" "What, Mommy?" "Try not to stay up too late playing with Sadie." "Oh, Mommy. I promise I won't do anything dumb." They reached the penultimate stop just before drop off, and Barbara pulled a strap of her backpack over her shoulder in preparation to getting out. "What are you going to do this weekend while we're away?" Shelley took a deep breath before responding. "I'm meeting an old friend from College. We're going shopping." "Oh. Did you remember to pack my sticker book?" "Yes, honey." Another short lunge and the sidewalk monitor opened the SUV door. Barbara scrambled out with her backpack and leaf collection, telling the monitor: "My overnight bag is in the back." The door opened and closed, and the little redhead skipped toward the door without a backward glance. Shelley moved the vehicle into traffic and back homeward with trembling hands. She rehearsed in her mind what she was going to do: return home, grab her bag, slip out the back door, slip onto the Dulles shuttle and take the Metro to the Mall. There would be a note for her under the trash can just outside a particular Ladies' Room. "Why don't you just tell me to meet you at a coffee shop or something, Neil?" She murmured as she drove. "Why the spy novel complications?" A series of stories on the Internet, The Erotic Adventures of Rasputin caught her fancy, and she had e-mailed the author several times over three months, talking about everything. The correspondence was fun, illuminating and stimulating; he really knew how to push her buttons. But she discovered her mail was being read, and he turned off the switch almost overnight. Then, a note disguised as spam appeared, instructing her to meet him on this day at that place, and she was scrambling to make it. Fortunately, her husband was going to be out of town on business, and the children already had offers for sleepovers that weekend, so with mixed emotions she made her plans and was now on her way. Her hands trembled as she put a few things in a large, over the shoulder bag. "I don't know why I'm doing this," she said aloud. It was exhilarating, going out to see a new lover, but she wished it wasn't so complicated. Her husband had lost all interest in sex after her youngest was born, and the long drought dispirited her from time to time. The bustle of a growing family made it for it usually, but she felt the need for something more. Reading stories on the Internet had opened a new world to her, setting her imagination free, but she had never wandered off like this before. Sitting heavily on the bed, she said to herself: "What the hell are you doing, Shelley? You're acting like a teenager sneaking away from home. You're too old for this shit." After a few moments, her purpose returned. It didn't matter what Neil Dumbrowki might look like; he had a good heart and a lively imagination and that promised a toe curling experience. Getting into the spirit, she put on a large pair of sunglasses and a floppy hat before checking her makeup. Shelley was an average woman in her mid forties. A few pounds over her college days, but who didn't carry a little extra? Her medium length blond hair fell down over her shoulders, and her coat bulged nicely. Rasputin indicated he liked curvy girls, so she wasn't concerned that he night be disappointed with her figure. A few crow's feet around her eyes and mouth did bother her, but she refreshed her makeup to disguise them. Suddenly, she reached up under her medium skirt and pulled down her panties. They were far, far too damp to go out, and she was afraid the musk radiating from her would draw every horny man in a three state radius. Not she wouldn't mind that, but since it would take a while to negotiate public transport to her destination she didn't want to put up with a dripping crotch the entire way. Another thought and she changed her skirt for a pair of slacks. They came in handy when she jumped her back fence to cross her neighbor's yard so she could leave without detection by her nosy neighbors. As she made the journey into town, she recalled the picture he had sent her once. His face was craggy, with piercing blue eyes, soft brown hair and a lush, salt and pepper beard. It looked like it was taken with a digital camera in a mirror, although there was no flash in it. His build was a mystery, but he'd said he was a bit chubby and taller than average. The protagonist of his stories had boasted a nine inch penis, but he'd admitted he wasn't similarly endowed. "Why haven't you written?" She murmured as she rode the rails through the dark tunnels. "I missed you. I missed you a lot." The skies over the Mall were clouding up, but the weather forecast didn't call for rain. She was glad she wore flats as she made her way across the sidewalks toward the huge statue of the Great Liberator. There were a few folks sightseeing, but it was fairly empty. Neil put his binoculars down and made a quick call on his cell phone. "Katya, what's up?" "I do not understand, your Grace. Surely the sky is up." "Never mind. Is she being followed?" "Yes. One solo tail. I recognized his photo from the dossier." "All right. Rendezvous as scheduled. Be careful." "Yes, your Grace." He hung up, and looked at her again. He had to laugh at the big hat and sunglasses; a clear indication she was trying to be inconspicuous. Shelley had a clear path to her destination, and her shadow was keeping a good distance. The thrill of the chase was pumping adrenaline into his system, and his breathing picked up. He turned from his spot by the Korean War Memorial, and went toward the street Shelley came from, in search of a taxi. Vladimir caught up with him, and flagged down a cab. "I put the envelope where you asked, your Grace," the slim young man with dark hair said. "What's next?" "For starters, don't call me 'Your Grace' until we're back home, Vladi. We're playing by the old rules today." They settled into the vehicle, and the older man gave an address in Georgetown. "You know what I expect of you and Katya when we meet this woman?" "Yes, sir." "Excellent." He put a wad of bills into the young man's hand. "Paint the town red tonight." "I beg your pardon, sir? Weren't we trying to do that for most of the last Century?" Neil winced. "Don't try humor in English for another year or two, Vladi. Have a good time with Katya tonight." Shelley looked around anxiously while she circled the larger than life statue of Abraham Lincoln, but nobody there resembled what she knew of Neil. It had been a while since she was there, and after a few trembling moments, she remembered she had to go downstairs. As promised, under the trash can right by the Ladies' Room was an envelope marked "To Shelley, From Neil." Opening it, she read: DO NOT THROW THIS AWAY. YOU ARE BEING FOLLOWED. GO INTO THE CAPITOL AND WANDER AROUND A WHILE, LEAVING BY ANOTHER DOOR IF POSSIBLE. TAKE A CAB OR BUS TO ANY METRO STATION YOU KNOW AND GET BACK ON THE TRAIN. GET OFF AT THE UNIVERSITY OF MARYLAND STATION ON THE GREEN LINE AND MAKE SURE YOU AREN'T BEING FOLLOWED AS YOU CROSS CAMPUS. I WILL MEET YOU AT THE STARBUCK'S COFFEE SHOP IN THE UNIVERSITY STUDENT UNION. I WILL NOT BE ALONE, BUT SIT AT THE TABLE NEAREST ME. REMEMBER TATIANA? FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS AND YOU WILL BE TATIANA TONIGHT. "What the fuck?" she whispered. "Why are you being so evasive? It's almost like you don't want to get laid." Then, the implication of the note hit her, and she looked around frantically. Who would be following her? A private investigator? The look Dan gave her before he left was very strange, but he usually gave her strange looks when he left for a working weekend. Then she remember the story with Tatiana. It was a seduction that made her tingle, a story she imagined time and time again as she held her vibrator close after reading her latest adventure with Rasputin on the Internet. With new resolve, she picked up her pace. She walked back across the Mall and entered the Capitol after going through Security. It had been ages since she'd been her as well, but she couldn't focus on her surroundings other than to look quizzically into the faces of the people around her. Fifteen minutes later, she found a side exit and darted through it. As she left, a bus pulled up and after it discharged its passengers, she got on and slipped her card in the slot as it pulled away. No one got else got on. Tired of walking, she rested her feet as the bus made its progress through Washington. "I thought I'd be getting fucked by now," she murmured to herself, looking blandly out the window. "I never liked spy novels." At random, she pulled the rope and got off next to a subway station. Scared, she trotted down the steps and looked around frantically before getting on the train. Switching downtown, she boarded the Green Line and disembarked as ordered. It took her a while to find her goal at the University, since she'd never been there before, but as far as she could tell, she wasn't being followed. Entering the Union, it took a moment's work to find Starbuck's. Neil sat at a table with two young people. He was a large man, about six-two, about as she imagined him. His slender, graceful yet powerful hand was next to a paper cup of iced tea. A dark, slender young man and a tall, thin blond girl sat next to him, drinking coffee and chatting in a language she didn't recognize. She caught his eye, and with an almost imperceptible glance, indicated she should sit next to him at the empty table on his left. Thinking it would complete the scene, she sat next to him. "You should go get something at the counter," he murmured softly. "Why?" "You want to make love to me, don't you?" She gasped. "Y-y-yes." "You weren't followed here, but I was. Can't say more here and now" "Why?" "Take my word for it and get something. You can trust my friends." Neil watched as she made her way to the counter and got a coffee and a danish. Thank God his scrambler was working, and there was no possibility of electronic eavesdropping. Her legs were long and her hips nicely rounded, and they made his manhood stir. As she settled back in her chair with her back to him, the scent of her perfume and her arousal made his olfactory glands tingle with anticipation. His friends continued their discussion of their upcoming night out; sipping his drink, he murmured: "Thank you for coming this far for me." "Thank you," she warbled. "I'm scared." "Don't be scared. Being careful means we won't have anything to regret later." "Regret? What the hell do you mean by that?" "Well, I would regret it if your husband beat the crap out of me or killed me." A sharp intake of breath and a sigh reached his ears. "But Dan wouldn't kill anyone. I've never known him to get especially mad at any time" "Are you sure?" Another long pause. "Pretty sure." The coffee and danish sat neglected on the table in front of her. "Please eat your danish and drink your coffee; we are safe here for the moment. Relax. You will have a chance to make your dreams come true if you want it." Shelley timidly began to nibble her danish, washing it down with Starbuck's best. His musk reached her nostrils, and made her damp again. His hands looked so tender, so soft; her imagination pictured them wander up and down her bare skin in gentle strokes. Her nipples erected; the fabric of her bra made them harder. "I have a question for you." "Yes." "In your last story. Why did your mad monk go for the Ludmilla, the young bitch, instead of the Tatiana. I didn't like her; Ludmilla." "It's a long story." "Well." "I thought it was more consistent with Tatiana's character to accept the election and give her life to her new job, just like Rasputin did with his choice. It didn't make sense to me that she'd give up her career at that point of her life, even though it would have been more romantic in someone else's point of view. I like strong, independent women; my mother was one. Ludmilla hadn't really chosen her life's work yet, so getting her married made more sense." She breathed in and out heavily a few times. A flock of students passed by on their way to the counter to imbibe from various caffeinated beverages. Another breath gusted in and out. "I don't like it." "All right. Rewrite the ending any way you want. Let Tatiana and Rasputin spend eternity in his rustic cell, out in the forest. Let them spend their days gathering berries and their nights making love by a roaring fire" They sat in silence for a while: she working on the delicate pastry and he on his beverage." He sipped his coffee and she sipped hers as the topic faded. A couple of students bought mocolattes and strode off in a hurry. "So why are you here?" he asked at last. "I don't know," she murmured. "You want to spend time with me?" "Yes." "You want me to touch you?" "Yes." "You want me to stroke your legs?" "Yes, yes." "Then we need to move on. . ." "Oh yes!" She turned to embrace him. He cut her off, turning his body away from her. "Not here, not now. Patience will be rewarded." She sat back heavily. A moment passed. "Are they coming, too?" "These two fine young people, who speak excellent English, have their own agenda this evening, one I wish to know nothing about. We can speculate later if you wish." Katya blushed and Vladimir stopped talking for a moment. "I want you to get back on the Green Line," Neil said. "Shit, no. What's wrong with College Station?" "We are not safe here." "So you say." They sat in silence again. Neil's mind raced furiously: he needed to find some way to lure her onward. Shelley was getting frustrated: his stories were a series of slow seductions and long teases, and she wasn't ready to go through one in person. It was almost noon, and she was almost ready to fuck him on one of the tables. "Do you want to go on?" he inquired delicately. "I don't know," she huffed. "Maybe you need a foot rub. A pair of strong hands on your delicate, aching feet, gently working out every knot and tension." She gasped and closed her eyes. "With scented oil?" "With scented oil. Lots of lavender scented oil. More?" "More." The young people looked at Neil quizzically, but with a nod they resumed their conversation. A few students sat at the table on the other side, so Neil lowered his voice to a barely perceptible whisper. "The hands work the oil in, moving to your ankles. Your calves are a little tight, so the hands massage them higher, spreading the luxurious, healing feeling. They tickle the inside of your knees, they stroke them again and again." "Oh, yes," came the almost inaudible reply. Her head lolled freely and she licked her lips. "Higher and higher the hands go. Higher and higher, warm and slick. Are you ready?" "Mmmm." "Then take the Green Line to the end. A man in a chauffeur's uniform will meet you and offer you a ride. He has blond hair and blue eyes and will mention cherry blossom trees. Go with him; he will take you where you need to go." "Can we take the kids with us?" The young man and young woman blinked and looked at her with surprise. "No, we need to be alone. They have their own agenda today." A long sigh, followed by another. "All right. But you owe me the foot rub." "But, of course." Neil stood up and walked away, the boy and girl following him reluctantly like he was a parent. Shelley sat rapt for a moment, wishing he would turn and come back alone, but his form dwindled in the distance without a backward glance. Disposing of her trash, she got up to move on. The ride to the end of the Green Line was uneventful, and it was past noon when she walked to the car park from the station. A young man stood there as described: tall and lean, blond hair and dancing blue eyes. When she came down the stairs, he approached her, grinning manically. "Excuse me, are you called Shelley?" A hint of Eastern Europe lurked in his voice. "Yes, I believe so." "Did you get to look at the cherry blossoms while you were in DC?" "No, I didn't have time." "I'm sorry. Would you like to walk this way?" He bowed and indicated a BMW parked nearby. "All right," she said, bowing and following him to the car. He held the door open for her as she got in, before taking the driver's seat. "Any chance of getting a good fucking from you?" she said as they pulled away from the curb. He laughed. "You're an attractive lady, but my hard drive doesn't run that program." "Oh." She crossed her arms and pushed out a gust of air. "What can you tell me about your boss?" "He's the best: a wonderful man, blessed by God. I trust him completely." "Can you tell me why I'm having a hard time with that?" "You don't know everything. He takes care, for his sake and for yours. Be patient." "I'm tired of being patient." The car took them up the highway toward Baltimore; traffic on the road was light. Shelley sat back on the comfortable seat and imagined the foot rub Neil started to describe to her. Neil was ahead of them, on his way to the harbor area. His trousers were getting tight at the thought what was to happen soon, but he needed to pile precaution on precaution. The car that followed them to College Station followed Vladimir and Katya back to DC, believing he was still with them, but he needed to be sure another hadn't picked him up. Returning the rental Taurus to the BWI Hertz, he took the shuttle to the airport, then another to downtown Baltimore. Thoughts of Shelley's dark brown eyes, blond hair and easy smile haunted him as he ducked through stores and public buildings to shake any possible tails. The afternoon was brightening slightly, which improved his mood. Shelley was as attractive as he imagined, and he was eager to lure her to his room. She wanted to go, was anxious to be there, willing to submit. It was tough to keep his thoughts from stirring his normal response, riding in public with an erection would be embarrassing. Yet, he could hardly wait to get his hands on her. It had been a long time alone. He was sitting at the waterfront when she arrived, a little disheveled. She looked around for a place to sit at a distance, but he came up and embraced her warmly, giving her only a peck on the cheek. His blue eyes were merry as she looked in them. "Well, are we done playing cat and mouse?" she mused smartly. "We are alone and unfollowed, as I hoped," he said solemnly. "With my background, I can't be too careful. It was once a matter of life or death." "Life or death? What were you, a spy?" She laughed ironically for several moments before his quietness stopped her. "Oh my God, you are a spy!" she exclaimed quietly. "Not right now, but I was. It seems a lifetime ago, yet the habits return easily. You know another spy very well." Her eyebrows raised. "Who?" He looked up and off to the distance. "Your husband." She shook her head. "My husband is an Instructor at the Naval Academy." Cat and Mouse I have just had the most satisfying sexual experience of my life. I was sitting on a bench outside the Science Museum, minding my own business, when the most beautiful woman I have ever seen walked past me. She was tanned with smoky eyelashes and her voluminous shoulder length brown hair just seemed to glide along behind her. It took me a good thirty seconds from thinking 'phwoar' to deciding to get up and follow her. After a quick jog I was very pleased that I did as she had the most magnificent bottom which bounced up and down in her faded navy blue cropped trousers. Her legs were incredibly long and ended up in a pair of tan brown high heels. At this point I was perfectly content to enjoy the view, but when we approached Gloucester Road station my mind quickly envisioned an alternative scenario - her pressed against the wall, one hand fondling her ample breasts and two fingers of the other hand thrust inside her most intimate, feminine place. At this point I truly believe that she had no knowledge of me following her, watching her every move. We both dawdled in the station, deciding which platform to choose. Of course, for me this was all an act. I think that was part of the fun of it. When the train came we got on at the same door. I sat opposite her, but a few seats to her right. This allowed me to stare at her beautiful face and modestly covered chest to my heart's content. I took full advantage of the situation, imagining the things I would do to her once I had made her my sex slave. We got off at Notting Hill Gate and walked up the steps. Then she decided that she needed to catch another train from the platform we had ascended from, so she walked back down. I waited a few seconds, hiding behind a pillar, my heart thudding in my chest, before following her again. All this sneaking around turned me on immensely. We got back on the train and alighted at Edgware Road. And that's where the fun really began. I was careful to keep a safe distance from her, but at the same time I didn't want to lose her in the crowd. She got on a nearly empty train. I mimicked her. 'Does this go to Liverpool Street?' she asked in clipped tones. She obviously had breeding, which I liked. A man informed her that it did not, so we both got off. Then the correct train came and this is when I decided to take it to the next level. As she boarded she looked over her shoulder and saw that I was right behind her, as I had been for the last thirty minutes. She knew that I was following her and from the look on her face I could tell she was scared of me. This was the sexiest moment of my entire life. In fact, it was the first time I had interacted with a woman in such a way. I sat down at the other end of the carriage and waited, biding my time, trying desperately to control my excitement. When we got off at Liverpool Street I nearly lost her in the crowd. I went through the ticket barriers first. She stayed back, asking the staff for directions. For one horrible moment I feared she was asking them for help as a man was following her. I pretended to be shopping for a bunch of flowers whilst she came through the barriers and onto the concourse, looking around nervously. I was pleased I could have such an effect on a woman. Then she spotted me and started walking quickly up the steps. As I followed her into the mainline station she broke into a run. I continued to follow, a grin on my face. She began to dash up the staircase but she lost her footing and her left shoe came off. This splendid twist of fate allowed me to come the closest I ever did to her. I could almost hear her panting with fear. I was panting with desire. She ran up the steps and along the balcony, looking over her shoulder every two seconds. I began to slowly ascend the staircase. I wanted her to know that she would never be able to outrun me, especially not in those heels. God, her body looked beautiful as she ran along the balcony - like something out of a dream. I really wanted to be able to savour that moment. I can still see her running in slow motion in my head. And her face, as she kept craning her neck to look at me, was so beautifully erotic. As I walked I noticed two policemen approaching the woman. My little game had come to an end, and I simply turned around and blended into the crowd. I will remember this for a very long time, and I suspect she will too. Cat and Mouse "That is true," he agreed, "but his main work is with Naval Intelligence. Has been his entire career." Her mouth came open. "I don't believe it. He's brought back souvenirs from every trip for the kids, brought me jewelry before his sex drive went into neutral." "Trust me, I know. Like a good intelligence officer, he keeps those close to him completely in the dark about his activities, and provides evidence for his cover stories. He's been with them since he was twenty three." "How do you know so much? Who do you work for?" "It's a complicated story, but right now I'm on a mission from God. When I was young, he was one of my. . .competition." Her head shook back and forth several times. He took her elbow and they began to walk along the pier. The gulls floated lazily nearby and the traffic processed slowly on the downtown Baltimore streets. She looked at him curiously. "What are you, Neil, a Russian?" He nodded his head gravely. "You don't sound like a Russian." "Thank you, Shelley. I spent many long years practicing my American English to perfect my Midwest accent. America has always been one of my favorite places, especially this area and the Midwest, where I pretended to come from. But I'm a just small town boy from a little village near Omsk" Her jaw dropped and her mouth hung opened for several moments before she could speak again. "What, are you KGB?" He paused. "I was. Used to be. Came here many times on espionage missions. Your husband tried to catch me." "How do you know?" "We had a mole." "And those young people? The two at the restaurant and my chauffeur? Are they agents." A chuckle. "No. The boys are seminarians, Katya is Vladi's fiancee. They are bright, talented, and I trust them completely." They crossed a street and moved down a couple of city blocks, heading toward the old Cathedral church. The new revelations spun through Shelley's mind as they walked, dampening her desire. Neil focused on his breathing, waiting for her to catch up so he could move on with his seduction. "You never told me what you did for a living, exactly," she said at last. "You told me you worked for the Church." "That is true. Although I could have been lying to feed your favorite fantasy." "Huh?" "You loved my stories about Rasputin: the cleric/seducer. Sex with a man in a cassock; you told me about your fantasy many, many times when we wrote." "Oh yes, my fantasy of seducing a priest. I had this great crush on my pastor when I was a girl. Always dreamed of cornering him in confession and sucking his cock until he couldn't stand it any longer." "But it never came true." "No," she said softly. "Never. No priest was ever interested in me that way." He gave a soft chuckle. "What," she demanded, "what does that mean. You're not as nice as I thought you were if that's funny, buster." "Did you ever figure out what I did for a living?" A long moment as they paused for another light. "You're a priest?" she asked at last. "More than that. A bishop." Her jaw dropped. "You? A bishop? How?" He took a deep breath. "I was recruited for the KGB from the seminary in Moscow. They had several priests who were spies, and some of them went overseas. I went to a lot of ecumenical conferences, and didn't sleep at night. When the Soviet Union fell, I lost one of my jobs as the KGB downsized." "So they made you a bishop?" "Not directly. I had to earn it the hard way. But I had an advantage: in the Russian Orthodox Church, priests can be married but Bishops can't. I never married, so I was one of the few men available." "Where are you a bishop?" "Omsk. I'm the Bishop of Western Siberia." They turned short of the Cathedral, and moved to an area where several hotels were located. "I know, it's tough to believe," he continued. "When I'm on vacation, I go incognito. When I met you online and found out who you were, I got very nervous when I suspected your husband was reading your e-mail. Anyway, with my past, I can't take chances. When you didn't seem to want to talk from where it was safe, I had to let you go. This was just a shot in the dark" She paused for several minutes while they walked. "How could you write those stories?" she said at last. "They're so, so, so, stimulating." He chuckled. "Well, I need to get it out of my system somehow. Celibacy is fine, but getting time off for good behavior is tough." Shelley laughed and relaxed. "I always wondered. You were so smart about church stuff, and so kind to me when I was going through problems." Neil shrugged his shoulders. "It's hard to let go of the compassion thing." Pulling him by the shoulder, she stopped them. "What's your real name?" "Neil is good enough. I usually went by it while I was here. In some ways, Neil Dumbrowski is the real me as any other name I've ever used." They stopped for another light. "Well, where do we go now?" "That's entirely up to you." "Huh?" "Remember Episode 11 of The Erotic Adventures of Rasputin?" "Yes. Tatiana enters Rasputin's apartment. She closes the door and he orders her to take off her clothes and kneel. At first, she's reluctant, but she complies with his wishes and kneels naked before him in the middle of the floor. Then Rasputin approaches her and raises his cassock to reveal his erection. He gazes into her eyes, and almost hypnotically she opens her mouth to take him. Her eyes close and her face takes on a dreamy and translucent aspect as her mouth tightens into a silken vise. It's not long before monastic semen courses through her mouth and down her throat. "Then he lays her on the bed, and begins licking her feet, savoring her instep first," she said, her voice growing husky. Beads of sweat began to appear on her brow, and her breathing became quicker. "His hands massage her feet as he makes his moist journey upward, lingering on her ankle, the soft inside of her knee, her creamy thigh, before settling on the dark bud, teasing it until the bed shakes and shivers until it falls in. "Then his cassock comes off," she continued, "he continues his journey upward as she reaches out to embrace his dear pastoral staff. He lingers on her nipple; she gasps and holds him there with one hand while the other is encouraging his resurrected rigidity. . ." Neil stopped and put a card in Shelley's hand. "If you want this dream, go to this room. Give me a few moments, then slip this in the slot to open the door. If you change your mind, go back home and today will just be a memory. But if you come to this room, I expect you to do everything Tatiana did. Everything. Perhaps more." He turned on his heal and walked quickly down the street. She watched him, trying to take in everything she had heard that rocked her world. It was getting close to 2:30 in the afternoon, and soon traffic would increase as rush hour approached. As far as her family knew, she was visiting an old college classmate. The man who followed her was still thirty five miles away, and had nothing to report. Neil excited her, thrilled her as he did through his stories, made her damp as he did with the many e-mails he sent. She thought and thought, then followed him to his hotel. A post-it note on the keycard told her where go to. No one saw her as she walked through the lobby and took an elevator to the indicated floor. The hallway was empty except for the housekeeper's cart at the opposite end of the corridor, but the maids were busy and didn't see her. Taking a deep breath, she slipped the card in the slot and saw the light turn green. She turned the handle and entered. Neil sat there in a simple chair, barefoot, legs crossed, wearing a long cassock. The door closed behind her automatically as she moved lightly and soundlessly into the room. "Take off your clothes, Tatiana, and kneel," he commanded. Her fingers trembled as they rushed to undo her blouse. Cat and Mouse My name is Pete and my wife Ellie and I live near Portland Oregon. When Ellie was thirteen she started attending an after-school drama workshop in downtown Portland, called MiMi's, and stuck with it until they tore the old playhouse down to put up an IHOP in the late nineties. Her and her friends still boycott IHOP, since, according to her, the group had been a second family and then the pancake pricks left their family homeless. She took a few acting classes in community college, but her talent already surpassed anything they could teach, thanks to all her competitive peers at MiMi's and the dedication of the couple who ran it, and ended up switching majors during her second year. She managed to remained in contact with all her friends from the after school workshop and together they formed a theater ensemble of their own, calling themselves the Popular Cabal and producing shows down at Kimberly Hall. The theater antics of the Popular Cabal kept Ellie pretty busy and satisfied her love for the stage during our first four years of our marriage. But Ellie had shared her real dream with me, and that was to sneak off to LA and become a movie star, so that's exactly what I believed she should do. Three months before our fourth anniversary we began planning to move and gave ourselves one more year in Portland to save up money and get our shit together. She'd be twenty-six by then, still young enough to make it, but in the event that we somehow miscalculated our chances, I'd suggested she try her hand at writing screenplays as a possible contingency plan. Initially she liked the idea, since she'd always wanted to write a play, and had something about two thirds complete before realizing she didn't have an ending for it. Three months later the play sat unfinished, awaiting the return of her creative spark. But I understood, it was semi autobiographical and that made it hard to just slap something on. My plan was equally ambitious, if not more so. To make a long story short, it started with me learning photography, and ended with me becoming a film director. I'd moved out of my mother's house when I was sixteen, right after getting into a fist fight with her boyfriend, yet I still managed to complete my rotation in a lab, earn a Bachelor of Science degree, and at twenty-eight become the Chief Technologist at the same lab. Several of the people working under me still remembered me as the 'cleaning kid'. So if anyone had the tenacity to make it in Hollywood, it was me. The only part of the plan that concerned me was whether or not Ellie could remain content in our small cheap apartment and refrain from spending a ton of money. It was frustrating, because she kept coming up with reasons why she had to spend money on something, and so on the eve of our fourth wedding anniversary, on the drive home, she confessed to buying a theater ticket and a new dress for a combined total of four hundred and fifty dollars, and that's when I completely lost my temper. Four hundred and fifty dollars, plus the two hundred we'd just spent on our anniversary dinner, meant we'd have to dip into our savings to pay off the credit card bills and set our out entire plan back a month. That pissed me off. "I don't see why you're so upset," she said, as I pulled into our parking space, "how much did you just blow on a camera?" "That's part of the plan. The dress isn't." "So the plan is you get to spend as much as you please and I need to budget every penny?" "How am I going to learn photography without a camera?" "I don't know. How am I ever going to get any work acting if I always look like crap?" I went to let her out of the old Corvette but she'd already exited and slammed the door. When she started up the stairs towards our second floor apartment, I watched her twenty-five-year-old ass sway. The snug, black, satin dress she wore that night caught the light from the pool in the courtyard, a bluish under lighting that made her ass seem extra full and her dress extra shear. I'd been with her when she'd purchased that particular garment. Entering the boutique I'd seen two chicks marveling at the same dress on a mannequin, as one of them said, "That really is cute, but a hem that high wouldn't look anything like that on a real person." Shortly afterwards, Ellie stepped out of the dressing room wearing it. It fit perfect and looked hot as all fuck. Her B-cups were just big enough to tent the chest, but not enough to stretch it out of shape. She'd actually started modeling when she was seventeen, she looked that good, and she could have made a mint if she stuck with it, but she quit in order to focus entirely on acting. The two chicks were still quietly browsing around the boutique trying not to pay any attention to us, but they had to have seen her spinning around in front of the mirror, and I knew deep down inside they hated Ellie something wicked. That was probably the first time I'd recognized just how beautiful Ellie really is. By the time her ass had reached the top of the apartment stairs, I'd decided to initiate our house rules on arguing. As we entered through our door, I said, "Off with the dress!" "Ha, not tonight, I'm really not in the mood!" "Doesn't matter if you're in the mood, you can be pissed all you want, but noooo dress." "Fine," she said, "Unzip me!" Our deal was simple, if an argument ever ensued we'd have to disrobe and settle it in the buff. Silly sounding, I know, but it worked, our fights never lasted long. I unzipped her, and her dress collapsed to the floor, where she then left it in a tiny pile. The one time I described Ellie as waif I took a serious punch in the arm for it, so I won't. Instead I'll just tell you that she stood about five-four, and having never peeked at her driver's license, I'd guess her weight at a hundred and ten. In less than two minutes the rest of our clothes where scattered on the carpet along side of her dress, and we picked up fighting where we'd left off, except nude. "Look," she said, folding her arms over her tits, "You're about to really piss me off, and even though I'm keeping the dress, I'll make sure you never see me wear it. And believe me; you want to see me in this dress!" For the moment my preference was for her to stay naked, but I said, "I'll never see it because it's going back!" "No it's not, and neither is the ticket. Rico's in a traveling production, do you know how big that is? And you spent just as much on the camera––" "I bought a camera so I can get a job!" I interrupted, yelling. I think my tone must have scared her a little, and she actually took a moment before speaking again. "OK, I'll make you a deal, I'll take the dress back, but only if you walk around the balcony like you are now, with nothing on. And you have to make it all the way around." I was caught completely off guard by this challenge, but she knew I had a weakness for dares, and the next thing I know I'm turning off the porch light and stepping out of our front door bare-ass-naked. Immediately the night wind stroked my privates, a sensation so rare that it felt alarmingly unnatural. I stepped away from the door and froze, as more of the pool below came into view from over the concrete edge, and its blue light passed though the black iron fence and lit up my chest and face. Ellie put out the living room light and sat in our dark open doorway, hugging her knees to her chest. I wished I was there, halfway into the refuse of our home and watching all this with a huge smile on my face. Instead, I was feeling waves of terror as I introduced my balls to the night's breeze. I took a few more steps, hearing something metal rattling in the wind out front, which interfered with my ability to listen for footsteps or rustling in the apartments. The balcony was a rectangle with a line of ten units on each side and four at either end. I made it to the third unit on our side, where Christian Man lives. Christian Man was our nickname for this guy who hung giant Jesus banners on his door every Christmas and Easter. There was a dull thump from inside his apartment, and I whipped my head around and stared cautiously at the thick orange curtain filling his large window. It was impossible to detect any movement through the opaque fabric, and when I heard the sound again, I sprinted back to our door, Ellie barely getting up in time to let me pass. Dull thumps were now coming from my own chest, fast and numerous. We were both laughing and she kept asking, "What happened?" When I explained about the noise she laughed even harder, "You are such a chicken!" "Like you wouldn't have come running back!" "Well, looks like I've got a new dress." "We haven't decided that." "We didn't? Because I could have sworn you didn't even make it around the first corner." "The deal was: if I made it around you'd have to take it back." "Yeah, and you didn't make it around." "Correct, but we never said what happens if I didn't make it." "You can't be serious!" "If you want to keep the dress, then I think you'll need to have a go at it." "Me? Walk around the balcony naked? That wasn't the deal. You lost, and you just can't admit it." "Sorry, but it was never determined what happens if I didn't make it." "You're right, we've only determined that you are a chicken and a cheater. Screw it––I'll do it! I'll do it just to make you feel extra sleazy for being such a cheat." Next thing I knew, I was the one sitting in the dark doorway as she began a slow stroll past the first unit. At the third unit, where I'd heard noises from inside Christian Man's apartment, she seemed to gain confidence. Her gait became more casual, her shoulders rode back and her posture straightened up. The fourth unit had a bright porch light, and there was no missing her pink naked flesh as she passed beneath it. But instead of showing any signs of nervousness, the increased exposure only embolden her daring stroll. In fact, she started doing that walk that gets me every time, the one where she sways her hips from side to side, like her ass cheeks are in a shoving match for center stage. She could have the dress, I didn't care anymore. I just wished she'd hurry up and run back, because I wanted to plant my hands on that ass and squeeze it. I wanted to sink my teeth into it and leave a red little nip on her cheek. I wanted to sink something else into it, too. But she was cool, and she took her goddamned sexy time. And then, and I swear it was right as she took the step that put her at exactly halfway, the unthinkable happened: a doorknob rattled and then a door swung open, spilling additional light onto the walkway some thirty yards ahead of Ellie. The apartment belonged to this guy named Luke and he came out and shut the door behind him. Luke was a big good looking guy who had a suit and tie job, which forced him out the door at eight each morning and kept him out until eight or nine in the evening. He told us that he did something for an insurance company, but it didn't impress me enough to remember any details. His looks and exuberant confidence where impressive enough, however, and I'd remembered seeing a couple of decent looking woman come out of his apartment over the last two years. Then one day while Ellie and I happened to be lounging around the pool at the same time he was, Ellie, being her usual flirty self, started up a conversation that progressed long into the afternoon. The guy was a talker, alright. After that Ellie and I were very friendly when we passed him in the apartment complex, but we never had an opportunity talk with him again, at least not until he caught Ellie stark naked on the balcony. I literally clutched my heart and shrunk further into the darkness of our apartment when I saw him. He couldn't see me, but there was no missing Ellie, and he instantly forgot he had someplace to go. Ellie didn't flinch or even try to cover herself, she just kept marching forward, straight for him. "You OK?" "Yep. Just taking the girls for walk." As she spoke she also cupped both of her 'girls' and gave them a gentle squeeze before returning her hands to her side. I was floored! She was still about twenty yards away and he had to speak up. "Ah, the girls, I see." She smiled despite his sarcasm, deeply dimpling her cheeks. I felt like a spectator at a showdown of cool. But then he was about six-three, muscular, and had a smile that could survive a war. His physical build and his composure seemed unbreakable in everyway. She was getting close to him now, and he made her mere five-foot-four frame seem like a tasty little bite sized treat. The contrast woke me up to her slight body mass and, big haughty attitude or not, I became momentarily concerned for my little girl in such a compromised position. "Seriously, did you get locked out or something?" "Nope!" "So you really just decided to go for a stroll without-" "Yep!" "Well, there goes my joke about women not making use of their built in Hide-a-key." Ellie was not a good girl, not by a long stretch, and the joke was not lost on her. She laughed, and she had a great party laugh that pulled people in. If you happen to be in a crowd and you make her laugh with a joke, the entire room will be listening in to your next one. She'd progressed to where he was standing, and she let her body get dangerously close to his, whispering something up towards his ear and then shaking her head like he should be ashamed of himself. He had on slacks, dress shoes, a striped collared shirt, and couldn't have been more fully clothed, and then there she stood only inches away without so much as a bobby-pin. I've seen her disrobe a million times ––she's my wife––but this was entirely new. Without privacy and intimacy, and quite literally against the law, this kind of exposure was about as racy as you could get. She was directly under his porch light, and her skin seemed luminescent against the dark green, wood planked walls. I couldn't pull my eyes away from her muffin, that small, dark, downy island disrupting her oeuvre of alluring, white flesh––an arrow shaped beacon, saying, 'Fuck me here, right fucking here between my lovely supple legs'. And goddammit was I painfully ready to do just that. They were both talking now, just too low for me hear, but then he suddenly spoke up, "A dare? Is this what married couples do on Friday nights, sit around naked and dare each other?" They laughed together, both of them having loud wonderful party laughs. I could barely believe what I was seeing. I mean, had she forgotten she was fucking naked? My cock was ready and the candy it craved was taking her damn sweet time chatting it up with our neighbor. Finally she started to turn away from him, but he snapped his fingers like he'd just remembered something. She was trapped yet again, and somehow the cruelty of it excited me even more. He apparently remembered a lot, and appeared to deliver one long stream of words without providing any opportunity for her escape. He must have held her hostage with polite conversation for another four to five minutes. At about six minutes Ellie poked him in the peck and held her finger there as she spoke. I believe the gesture was meant to shut him up for a moment so she could wrap up their little chat and leave. I found myself bothered by this move, watching my naked Ellie touch Dickhead's beefcake chest. As she spoke the last few words, her finger slid down a tad. Maybe it was the alcohol, but fuck me if that didn't constitute as a flirty little stroke. Even he even looked down to where her finger had settled onto his stomach. The three glasses of wine she had earlier at dinner, that had to be what I was witnessing. She just wasn't thinking straight. Before I could let it bother me any further, the unthinkable happened again. This time it was the couple who lived four doors down from Luke who'd decided to step out of their apartment. Ellie heard the door opening and ducked fully behind Luke. He moved forward and she stepped back closer to the wall. Their difference in size saved her, because the couple couldn't possibly see her beyond his enormous frame. He placed his elbow on the wall by her head, so he was hunched over and concealing her completely. I didn't see what happened after that, because from where the couple was, they could see almost directly across into our apartment, and I'd slid completely inside and sat on the floor up against the sofa. I listened to their footsteps, and when I heard the clanking sound the stairs made, I slowly maneuvered along the floor back to our opened door. Luke's back was jerking, and I could tell he was fighting laughter. Ellie was actually keeled over slightly with her knees touching together, chewing on her knuckle in an attempt to control her own fit of laughter. When the couple was out of earshot, he leaned over her and said something which caused her to shriek and punch him in the chest. He put up his hands, guarding against a possible second blow, and he couldn't contain his laughter anymore, nor could she. They'd completely lost it. Even I was getting the giggles. She started walking again, unable to stand up straight from laughing so hard and keeping near the wall for support. Luke called to her, "Goddamn, you are something wild. I don't know whether to envy Pete or pity him." She reached behind and slapped her own ass hard. The loud slapping sound echoed tightly against the four surrounding walls, making her ass seem so incredibly firm as to have hummed like a tuning fork. There was no mistaking where his eyes were at that point, he was eating her up and had been the whole fucking time. "You're too much!" he finally said, "Too goddamn much!" When she reached our door I attacked. We didn't even have a chance to close it before I pulled her to the floor and rolled on top of her. I could feel her skin against mine, slightly chilled from being outside. I began to deeply kiss her and she responded with a wanton tussling of tongues. I broke our kiss to smooch my way towards other lands, hanging out in the mountains for a spell, and then moving on through the gentle depression of her belly, in search of the luscious hot tropical valley. The region was already wet when I arrived, and I went right to work, letting my tongue glide across the slit until it began an expedition into an underground oasis. She had a brilliant sweet pussy, and my finger joined my tongue and circled the intricate red hot coin purse like I was hunting for a winning lottery ticket, then she cried out and caressed my shoulders, lifting her knees and dropping her thighs further apart. I then woke up to the realization of the open door, quickly pulling my mouth away and getting up to close it. There was a disappointing sigh as I abandoned her spread out on the floor. After the door was shut I turned to find her on her knees. I moved in, until good ole Alikabobi was right in front of her. She stared him down with green-amber eyes, and then, without the use of her hands, she slid her tongue under Ali, coerced her lips around his head, and charmed the hard snake down the hatch. Ali was one happy ass mother-fucker right then. She released him for a moment, looked up with excited eyes, and asked, "Is this going to earn me my ticket to Rico's show?" "This is going to get you off the hook." "Off the hook?" She grabbed my cock and slowly stroked it, keeping me hard through this little intermission. "What naughty thing did I do now?" "You stroked our neighbor's chest. Naked, you stroked our neighbor's chest" "I did?" "Yes, you did!" "You're jealous?" I knew better than to answer truthfully. I'd figured out early on that if I acknowledged any sort of jealousy she'd wield it as a weapon against me. "Alikababi is impatient, not jealous." Cat and Mouse She looked straight ahead, where her nimble little hands were fraught with cock. "Well, Ali, I guess I'd better make it up to you." She slipped her mouth over me once more, unable to fully consume it, but still managing to swallow more than enough to make my feet buckle out from under me. I stroked her short brown hair. She'd recently gone short, and I mean she cut it so short that the back area was almost a buzz, and the slight bristle felt good poking into my palm. I coiled my fingers into the longer hair on top, until it was trapped in my fists, and gently pulled as she bobbed up and down. I then slid my hand along her cheek, hollowed from opening her mouth so wide, and felt my own cock driving past on the other side. Finally, I returned my hand to the bristly hairs on the back of her head, and cupping it, began to push her forward while thrusting my cock deeper down her gullet. It caused her to choke, but she recovered quickly by clenching the back of her tongue, a reaction that squeezed Ali's head against the roof of her mouth. A little painful, yes, but far too satisfying not to attempt again. She planted her hands on my thighs for an added sense of security and met my efforts with a gagging gasp that ended with me almost balls deep in her throat. The sound struck a nerve in me. It hadn't been anything like the pretty sighs of hers during sex, which I'd compare to a choir boy softly singing a hymn. This sound was primal, an unbridled hunger devouring meat. Un-composed passion! Guttural jazz! It hit me like a drug, shook something loose in my head, and I pulled her off me. I placed my hands on her cheeks to cradle her face, planted a big kiss on her sweet full lips, and said, "Do you really want to earn that ticket?" Her eyes were full of wine, lust, and glitter, walking around naked and having me take her right there on the floor had set her on fire, and I think I could have asked for just about anything––anything! So I had to make it good, and I knew just the thing. A pretty good friend of mine named Chris had a story he loved to share every chance he got. The son of a bitch actually nailed two chicks at once in his own bed. I couldn't even imagine how smooth you'd have to be to pull off a feat of that magnitude. And it hung with him, always, making him stand out as a hero amongst even the best looking of my friends. But then maybe it had nothing to do with being smooth, maybe the S.O.B. just had an opportunity present itself and was smart enough to nab it. His planets had aligned and he knew it. Looking down at Ellie––she'd proven to be more wild than our four years of marriage had prepared me for, walking around bare-ass-naked and getting hotter than a bullet casing,––I realized my pussy moon might've just aligned with planet stud, and this might be a once in a millennium occurrence. I fucking had to act on opportunity, I had to become Chris's heroic equal, and I had to do it now! "You ever wonder," I began, stopping to take a deep breath before leaping into the big boy's pool, "I mean, have you ever thought about what a threesome might be like?" Her eyes shifted on me, going from eager to surprised, and then she finally just appeared a little disturbed. She remained silent, as if I might have more to say, and I found myself really wishing I had. She then spoke, "You're serious? A threesome?" "I don't know," I quickly replied, "You don't think it would be kinda wild?" "You just asked me if I wanted to have a threesome!" "I just thought-" "I have to make a phone call," she announced, completely cutting me off. She leapt up and went straight to the bedroom, shut the door, and left me standing naked in our living room with an aching hard on. Her dress was next to me on the floor, so small it barely amounted to anything. It reminded me of how small she appeared while naked on the balcony. Then I thought about the dagger of jealousy I felt over seeing her stroke Luke's chest. And what is my answer to that? I turn around and toss out the idea of another woman in our bed, like she wouldn't feel so much as pin prick over that. Of course she was going to be pissed about it! Hoping I hadn't fucked the evening up completely, I kicked it on the couch naked and waited in silence. After five excruciating minutes I got up and went to the bedroom door to listen. She was laughing, and although I couldn't hear any actual words, I could tell by the way she laughed that she was yapping to her best friend Hailey. To be honest, Hailey is who I'd sort of had in mind for the threesome. She was cute, and just wild enough to agree to something like this as a favor to her best friend. But I'd known better than to mention her to Ellie. At least I hadn't blown it there. On a positive note, Ellie didn't sound mad. In fact, when I heard her laugh I'd entertained the idea that maybe she was in there setting things up. Then I heard the door starting to open and I moved away. When she came out she had a smile on her face that I couldn't quite read, and she moved closer, hugged me, pressing her face against my chest, and said, "I need to think it over, OK? I just need a day or so." I couldn't believe my ears. Even the possibility of it happening had my dick up again. I asked, "What about this?" and directed her attention to my hard on by looking at it myself. "We'll get back to that tomorrow, too." "Wait, you can't start something like this and then stop. You know it's gonna take years off my life leaving the job half done! "You have got to be kidding!" I was, and she knew it, because I'd used that line before. "And I still haven't forgiven you for stroking Luke's chest." "Oh my god," she said, as she grabbed my hips and returned to her knees. Smiling she said, "You are such a selfish fella, Ali!" She took me as deep as she could. Her jaw line was so perfect and clean, and the area from her checks to her chin was smoother than undisturbed cream. She'd neatly penciled her lips a deep red, but going down on me for a second time, the color began to travel outwards, giving the appearance of bloodlust. And the whole time, racing through my mind, was her and Hailey, and chick on prick on chick action. In no time at all I'd forgiven her, and she swallowed up every exonerating drop I had to offer. The next night I waited up until twelve-thirty, the time she usually arrives home from work, but there was no sign of her. She had an eight to midnight shift as a cocktail waitress at the downtown Hilton bar, and had been taking a cab ever since she was involved in an accident. She didn't get hurt, but her Civic was declared totaled, and even though she wasn't at fault, the cops gave her a sobriety test and she ended up with a suspended license. Our insurance company really screwed us on a premium after that, so we decided to add the payout for the Civic to our savings and just keep our one car, my old Corvette. I typically dropped her off at work, but depending on how busy it was she'd get off at different times, and it just ended up being smarter for her to take a cab home. None of this is really important, but I mention it because I've always been paranoid people were thinking, "What an asshole he must be, having his wife catch cab after midnight." When she finally came through the door I checked the clock and it read one-thirty. Apparently it had been an exceptionally busy Saturday night. Turned out there was a group that was tipping like they had it to give, so she and John, the bartender, decided to keep the bar open an extra hour. She immediately pulled a wad of cash out of her pocket and tossed it on the coffee table. "That almost makes up for taking last night off." The minute she said that I could tell she'd been drinking. I was actually concerned about how often she'd come home drunk from work. She laid her overcoat on the arm of the sofa, collapsed onto the cushions, kicked off her heels, peeled off her white stockings, and propped her feet on the coffee table. I wanted to ask about her decision, but she was beat, and I thought I'd better not press it. So I waited, and listened to her run through all the gossip circulating the hotel. Finally she closed her eyes and said, "I've been thinking about last night, the whole threesome thing." "Yeah," I said, trying to control my excitement. "I could see how it might be kind of wild." "Really? I mean you're cool with the idea." "Maybe. But I get to pick the guy. I'm not screwing one of your loser friends. I can't think of a bigger turn off than that." My head almost spun around, and I laughed, "A guy?" "What? Oh, you didn't mean another guy?" She knew exactly what I meant and was yanking my chain. "No, I didn't. And you know it!" "So, you want to fuck another girl then?" All of a sudden she wasn't smiling. "That's what this is all about, huh? Is there someone you had in mind? No, I don't even want to know." "No, I don't want to just fuck another girl. That's not what a threesome is." "It isn't? Then what is it?" "It's... It's about both of us enjoying the company of another." "Then it shouldn't matter if it's guy, right?" "Of course it matters." "So it's OK for you to shove your dick into some girl, but god forbid some guy do that to your wife." She stopped talking for a second and then said, "Are we arguing? Shouldn't we be taking off our clothes right now?" It was one of the rare instances that she'd initiated the house rules on arguing, and she started to undress. I followed, and as I pulled off my pants, I asked, "So you want to sleep with another guy, is that what you're saying?" "Ha!" She laughed. She'd just taken off her white collared shirt and she reached into the pocket and pulled something out. She tossed two business cards on the coffee table next to the cash. "I throw away at least six of these a week, all from attractive guys. If I wanted to screw someone else, I could make one phone call." "Then what? You're just trying to prove a point?" "No, I think the idea sounds fun––wild!" "So you want to have a threesome, or you don't want to have one?" She was completely naked at this point. "What I'm saying is, let's keep or mind open to all possibilities. You can try to find a girl and bring her home some night," she said with a bratty smile, "And I'll just try to find us some guy". She picked up one of the business cards and read it, "Maybe Stewart Ellsworth. He's a… Oooo, he's a loan consultant. That's right; he was the guy the hotel hired, a blonde guy with a great ass." With the card stuck between two fingers like a cigarette, she held her 'girls', playfully squeezing them, and asked, "What about it, girls, do you want to meet a handsome gentlemanly loan consultant? Well, hopefully he's not too gentlemanly." Jesus, was she wicked, making me out to be the jealous one, and forcing me to call it off. But then again, just in doing this, she'd all but admitted to me how jealous she was feeling, which boosted my confidence enormously. So much so, that it made it easier to let the threesome thing go. "Go ahead and keep the ticket," I caved. She smiled, knowing she'd out foxed me. We went to bed after that and cuddled. I rubbed her shoulders and neck until she rolled over and said, "I love you Peter. I really, really do." At that point I climbed on top of her and we didn't get to sleep until three-thirty in the morning. She was still sleeping when I headed out to pick up our usual Sunday donuts, and then I saw our neighbor Luke on the stairs. "Pete," he called, and then wasted no time in saying, "Hey, did Ellie tell you I bumped into her the other night? What was that all about? I step out of my door and, bam, I almost didn't recognize her. I mean, I just never pegged her as the kind of girl who... I don't mean... Shit, you know what I saying, right?" "We're a couple of adventurous spirits, I know what you're saying." "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. I just never thought of her as being an adventurous spirit, not like that. You know Jean and Bill?" "Nope." I started to realize how Ellie must have felt getting trapped by this guy's barrage of conversation. "Jean and Bill, the Fredericksons? They live four doors down from me. Jean sort of epitomizes married chicks for me. I mean, Ellie's far prettier, man, don't get me wrong, but also consider yourself lucky Ellie's still got a pulse. Jeeze, did Ellie tell you the Fresricksons almost caught her? Can you imagine what they would've done if they came out and found what I found? I'm pretty sure I kept them from seeing squat, though. Thank god Ellie is small or she would've had some uncomfortable explaining to do. Shit, even I would've had to explain what I was doing talking up some hot naked chick. Hey, that was out of line, wasn't it? Sorry man. I'm fourth generation Italian-American––I'm just talking, don't get me wrong." "You're fine, Luke. She's hot, and I can't deny it." "Yeah man, you really scored. Ellie gives me hope for marriage. I mean, like with Jean, I couldn't even imagine doing that chick––probably because I can't even think about her without thinking of Bill, too. It's like she's destined to fuck that dude, encapsulated in the same sixteen by twenty apartment bedroom two nights a week, for like forever. There's something to be said for being sexually exclusive, but married girls always strike me as sexually excluded. You know, sex gets boxed up and put out on the curb with her tiny halter tops and pumps. But for me a chick's got to have a mind of her own, you know? But then if she is interested in sex, the marriage is always so full of jealousy that they hate each other and just make each other miserable. I don't know, maybe I'm way off base. Any advice on that?" He wasn't way off at all. Although I kind of loved Ellie's hot blooded fire, it guaranteed I'd never lose interest. I answered him the best I could, "I think the trick is learning how to channel your jealousy." "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm wrong about Jean, too. Maybe I'll open my door and there will be Jean squeezing her bare titties and flashing me her snatch. Not that Ellie was doing... Man, I'm still just talking, you know that." "Don't worry, Luke." "All I'm saying, or trying to, is that you're lucky to have a chick like Ellie. Hey, would it bother you if I razzed her about the other night? I mean, is she totally embarrassed?" "I'm sure she could handle a razzing." "Fucking walked around the whole upstairs baring everything. That girl's got guts, man!" After he left, I kept thinking about the jealousy between Ellie and me. Despite what I'd advised to Luke, I hadn't channeled my own jealousy very well. It actually bugged the shit out of me to have a conversation with him about my naked wife. Plus, the look he had in his eye as he spoke about her, and the way he spoke about her, suggested that our marriage had no bearing whatsoever on how he thought of Ellie, almost like she was fair game, and damn good game at that. I flashed back to Ellie's dress laying on our apartment floor, and how it was so small it almost looked like nothing at all. I then understood the difference between a man's jealousy and a woman's. My jealousy wasn't as simple as irrationally wanting to possess Ellie all to my self. There's much more to a man's jealousy than that, because if someone the size of Luke fucked the petite creature that fit inside Ellie's dress… well, I'd just be fucking concerned for her, OK. A man can fuck a woman and have it mean nothing, but when a woman fucks a man she is laying down trust, she is placing her body into stronger hands and toying with her man's inherent anxiety over her well being. And that double sucks! This epiphany became my excuse to start thinking about a threesome again. And to be clear: a threesome with another woman! Ellie couldn't possibly feel the same way about having a girl join us as I did about some dude. And I knew she'd never actually bring a guy home. I was safe there. So fuck it, I'd find us a chick. I'd actually do it. I had no idea how I'd do it, but she had given permission, hadn't she? And once it started to happen for real, I knew she wouldn't chicken out or let on that she was in anyway jealous. She'd play along right up until she actually enjoyed it, and then it wouldn't be playing anymore, would it? She'd see there was nothing to be jealous of and we'd end up having one wild ass time. The following week I went with Ellie to an early preshow party her actor friends in the Popular Cabal were having. The show happened to be the one she had bought the ticket for, the one her friend Rico was in. Most of the Cabal were this tight knit group who'd met in Mimi's, the after school theater workshop she'd attended in her teens. Over the few years I'd known them, I'd learned they were a rather incestuous bunch of buddies. And I'd been informed that when the group was still active the kids were allowed to pick the plays, and even though the couple running the program had toned them down, they were still performing shit like Grease, Romeo and Juliet, and Kiss me, Kate. It sounded like everyone had kissed everyone else as part of a performance at one time or other, and the performances generally didn't end when the curtain came down. I guess life on the stage was more exciting, and that's how they wanted it all the time, so off stage it amounted to some serious teenage hanky-panky, and they still talked about that shit some ten years later. As I looked around the party I wondered who of her friends Ellie had dated, or maybe fucked. The very thought of it was pretty sickening. After the very first party Ellie had dragged me to, I kept imitating them, saying things like 'scandalous' with a heavy lisp. The guy's were all pretty boys who could participate in long chattering conversations with girls, and as far as I knew, only this guy Herbert was actually gay, the rest had no excuse. Herbert was a smaller guy and was wearing a mustard blazer, black shirt and a white tie, and hair gelled heavily with a superman curl dangling over his forehead. I spoke to him more than anyone else that evening because he was the only one who seemed comfortable with me. Plus, he was a good person to pry information out of, and there were a couple of girls who I didn't know, but wanted to. Prime candidates for the third player on my team, I might say. "Pete, Pete, Pete," Herbert sang, "why do you keep Ellie all to yourself? She never comes to our parties anymore." "I'm not her keeper," I said to Hubert, then blamed her job, saying, "She's just been working late hours," I was pretty sure Ellie actually missed spending more time with her friends, and she'd become the least active member in the Popular Cabal, missing one entire production completely. But if she used to behave anything like Hailey around them, then I could see where things might have become tricky after getting married. Even as I was talking to Hubert, I could see where Ellie and Hailey were laughing with several of the guys, and one of them was describing how bad the love scene from some Heather Graham film had been. He pulled Hailey in and they both fell right into character. Hailey had on a shear cream colored dress, sort of twenties style that hung straight down and ended mid thigh, and it did little to smooth over her nipples. It was an excellent look for her, and her short evenly chopped hair completed the effect. It was a shame she wasn't famous, because she would have made a great movie star. The guy's hands were close to her tits, with the dress's extremely light fabric bucking gently as he gripped her side. They were kissing deeply, and yeah, they were friends goofing on a film, but still, it was weird. Cat and Mouse But then something even weirder was going on with Ellie. She was stunning in her tight orange Versace dress and white pumps with an embroidered rose on their toes. Her short brown hair was slicked back, kind of butch, but kept feminine by her long thin neck, and she'd ventured into new territory by applying eyeliner and shadow. She looked so hot it was hard not to chase her around the room with your dick out, yet her friends managed to remain completely oblivious to her. It left her standing rigid and awkward, obviously forcing her laughter, her eyes losing focus, and then sharpening with envy on some vacant area of the room. I'm pretty sure it had to do with me, her husband. I had a feeling that they all viewed me as a passing phase for Ellie, and they were just waiting it out until they had her all to themselves again. And until then, she'd just have to stand there craving attention, and watch as her best friend stole the show. I don't even remember asking the question, but apparently I mumbled unconsciously to Hubert about whom all Ellie had been involved with. He was a little shocked and wouldn't say. Then a second later, actually dying to say it, he blurted out, "I can tell you she dated Roger, but then he's dated all the girl's, so it's no biggie." "Rodger? Now that hurts!" "I know, I'm gay and I don't see it either. But then I'm totally into Latin men." Roger was standing over by Ellie and Hailey, watching Hailey reenact the worst love scene of all time. He looked a little like Ewan McGregor, but had styled, wavy, black hair. Besides me, he was the only guy not wearing a suit. Instead he sported a flannel shirt that he tucked into his jeans and a bolo tie. He pretty much exemplified a soap opera's version of the badboy. He worked out, that was obvious, and he even seemed fearless, but it was impossible to get around how fake he was. I'm sure I looked about as disappointed over the Rodger news as Herbert's dad the day Herbert told him he preferred Latin men. Herbert then said, in what I guess was an attempt to make me feel better, "He does drive a Harley, you know. And he does make Diesel jeans look fantastic." I decided to drop this topic as fast as I could and start plying him for dirt on some of the other girls. There was one younger chick in particular, a blonde with perfect tits, a fit ass, and a face that was definitely stage worthy. She could've easily passed for eighteen, so I checked her age with Herbert and learned she was actually twenty-one, the same age Ellie was when we'd first met. She also looked like a very sweet girl––like she could really benefit from Ellie and me giving her a vigorous education on the hard facts of life. However, something told me that Ellie would be put off by a chick four years younger than herself, and I knew I had to pass on that hot, young, smoking child. As I scanned the room, there was another girl who I'd never seen before, a very pretty Asian in a full length, red, evening gown. Herbert explained that her name was Toni and she'd just moved back home a few months ago. "But..." he began, and then started over, "I'm not going to say anything, but absolutely do not get friendly with her." This gay dude apparently knew nothing about women, surprise, surprise, because she looked as if she could use a friend, and possibly a naughty couple to pick a lock that only a naughty couple could. I ended up introducing myself to Toni and to the two people she'd been talking with. The guy and girl seemed to have their own conversation going and finally forgot about us completely and wandered to the kitchen. Toni and I kept chatting and I learned she had gone to LA on the same flight as Rico. They were both going to become famous, but during her three years in the heart of Hollywood she'd never been to a single casting call. Her and Rico broke up several months after they arrived, and she eventually returned to Oregon to get a degree in teaching. "Well," she said, "I think Rico earning his big break has them all dreaming of fame again. But I kind of feel like I gave it everything I had and I'm pretty sure I'm over the whole being famous thing." It was the most level headed thing I'd heard all evening, and I could totally see why they were all scared shitless of her. I told her, "No offense to your friends, but do they really think they're on their way to stardom doing theater in Portland?" She laughed, and I continued, "Have you noticed they treat Ellie like an outsider ever since she got married, because that's always been my take on it. And the way I hear it; they talked her out of modeling when she was younger, like modeling wasn't good enough. Modeling! I'm in full support of her acting, but––modeling? Their influence on her is freaking horrible." My beef was real but I'd bitched about it in a lighthearted tone, so she laughed some more, and then admitted to being a victim of the very same ridiculous standards. The rest of our time together we spent discussing her future as a teacher. She wanted to teach a theater workshop, possibly like the one they'd all attended. She completely lit up as we talked about it, and looked even more beautiful. She'd bleached her hair a brassy red and kept it in a bun pierced by black chopsticks, while shorter bangs hid most of her forehead. She had slightly chubby cheeks situated high on her face and a smaller jaw, making her almost baby doll like. When it was time for them to head off to Rico's play, I noticed Ellie looking at me like I was a right bastard. Toni was handing me her number at the time and I can't imagine it looked too good. The whole point was to have a threesome, though, and I'd let Ellie know that soon enough. And Toni knew I was married, so I didn't feel guilty about that, either. In fact, I kept entertaining the image of the three of us in tangled pleasure, as rays of heavenly light fell upon us. I shot pool at a friend's house while Ellie and her friends sat through the play, and then they ended up going back to the Hilton, the same one where Ellie worked, but forgot to call me. When I got a hold of her it sounded as if she'd already been drinking. No doubt, John, her friend who got her the job, was bartending. He hadn't been at the party earlier, and I could only assume that meant he couldn't get the night off. John was OK compared to the rest of her entourage. Yeah, he'd probably sang and danced on stage, but he was a big drinker as far as I could tell, which loosened him up some. And he was capable of at least a few sick thoughts, which allowed us to have several conversations about real shit, like Dub music and Jessica Alba's ass. However, he was the one feeding Ellie drinks at the bar, mainly so he'd have a drinking buddy when it was slow, and I'm not sure how I felt about that. At first it was only the weekends, but a month into the job had her coming home drunk four nights a week. On the upside, she was always ready to fuck on these nights and I socked it to her real nasty with a ton of encouragement on her end. On the downside, I worried about her waiting drunk out in front of the Hilton after midnight for a cab, and where the drinking might eventually lead. When I arrived she was on the dance floor with some guy I'd never met, dancing to that horrible Sugar Ray song. There'd been a wedding in one of the banquet rooms, and it looked as if the remnants of the party had ended up at the bar. I took a seat on one of the stools, and just as I'd expected, John was bartending and handed me a beer. He told me it was on Ellie's tab, which meant it was free. It looked like it had been a busy night but things were finally slowing down. I'd managed to make eye contact with Ellie, yet she continued dancing with this guy and wasn't being at all reserved with her moves. Was this payback I was witnessing? If so, fuck it, I wasn't going to do a damn thing. Besides, I'm not a great dancer and Ellie is, so I always cut her some slack on the dance floor. With her partner less than a foot away, she waved her hands by her head, occasionally stroking the buzzed area of her hair and down to her neck, with her elbows out to either side, as if to clear the an area for her ass to really do its thing. And her ass did just that. It rose and shook, cut side to side, thrust forward and jerked back, and if my dad were still alive, he'd call it as he saw it, and that being public masturbation. Hailey and her partner danced beside them, and Hailey matched Ellie move for move. Hailey's partner, however, didn't look nearly as drunk as Ellie's. Ellie's guy was pretty big, dressed in a blue collard shirt that tugged across his chest and navy blue slacks. Big and drunk––smart move Ellie! Sweat had formed under his armpits, so I'm pretty sure he'd been dancing for awhile and wouldn't be keeping up with her much longer. Towards the end of the song, he held his hands off to either side of her at the same level as her hips, and it conjured up the image of bear wading in the river and waiting for his chance to claw up a slippery trout. And what a trout! Ellie's new dress was made for attracting attention, having a slight elasticity that hugged to every curve, and clung to the underside of her breasts, so the tender, flawless shapes of her B-cups were entirely defined. Since I'd arrived, they'd danced three dances, and as the third song ended, Ellie turned around and kissed the guy's cheek in a polite thank-you-for-the-dance-but-now-it's-time-to-go kind of way. She then started walking towards the bar. He, however, had other ideas, and grabbed her arm as he struck up a grand Fred Astaire pose. She chuckled and pointed back over her shoulder with her thumb towards me. Instead of releasing her he reached for her other hand, and when she didn't take it he leaned forward to speak directly into her right ear. I got up and began walking towards them. I could see she was smiling as he pressed his face to hers, trying to be heard over the music, but her smile wasn't real; it was just her way of keeping things from getting ugly. He still had a hold of her arm and the size of his hairy fingers on her once again reminded me how small she was. It made me think of her black dress that seemed almost nothing laying on our apartment floor, and Big Luke completely hiding her with his own body from our neighbors. She'd bitten off more than she could chew with this guy, and he was nearly as big as Luke. It looked like she'd agreed to dance one more song, Cake's 'Never There', and they started before I could reach her. Right away he was dancing close enough to make contact with her. I guess this was a last desperate attempt at a seduction, which had clearly been his intent all along. I placed a hand on his shoulder and yelled that I needed my wife for a minute. He stood back a bit and looked at me confused. I could see his baggy slacks had some life forming in the crotch. That was enough to really piss me off, and a big indicator that this was foreplay to him, not just dancing. His dick had rubbed my wife. In his drunken fucking mind he probably imagined his dick tearing right on through that skimpy four-hundred dollar piece if cloth. I was seriously considering waking that big chump from his dream with something hard of my own––my fist! Then he peered behind me, seeing something that didn't please him too much. I checked to see what, and there were Robert, the pseudo bad boy who drove a Harley and worked out a lot, and behind him, Hubert, the gay guy. My backup was more humiliating than helpful. But they both appeared as equally concerned as I, and it dawned on me that Ellie wasn't only getting back at me for talking to Toni, she was also getting back at all her friends for shunning her. This little display of hers was meant to remind us all that she could be a real live wire and still very capable of stealing the show. Hailey had finally looked up from her dancing daze, and her partner appeared to be positioning himself with the rest of us. Ellie hugged me, and the guy became aware of his position, shook his head to clear it, and apologized to me. Then to Ellie, said, "You're just an awesome dancer. I didn't mean anything." His words were marred by his strained voice, the result of his heated pursuit coming to a shockingly abrupt end, as if someone had popped his fuck-doll mid stroke. "It's OK," she responded, putting her arm around my waist and grasping my shoulder with her other hand, signaling that I was her one and only man. I then noticed I'd become a bit aroused, myself. There was a strange innocent eroticism about the incident. Oddly enough, the situation felt like a fairytale––spotting a princess being ravished by an ogre, and then stepping in to rescue her––it was pretty fucking hot. "I didn't mean nothing," the ogre spoke over the music again, and then stopped. "You're just a really good dancer. Thanks!" When we reached the bar we could hear each other, and we split the last of my beer as she talked about how great the play and Rico were and that I should really go with her one of these days. Then I made the mistake of joking about her choice in dance partners. She quickly asserted that she could handle herself, and then, half playing and half threatening, said, "Well, I was actually thinking about getting us a big muscle bound playmate. He would have been perfect, don't you think?" I sipped my beer, not about to let her push my button, but I must've looked a little peeved, because John came by right then and said, "Jesus, do you two ever do anything other than fight?" "Occasionally we watch TV," I said. "By the way, Ellie, that dress is kickin'. But then I'm sure you've been hearing that all night." "Actually, no. Other than Pete and Hailey, you're the first to say anything." "Aw fuck, the entourage is jealous, Ellie, not just of the dress, but because you found someone who isn't going to stargaze in the mirror twenty-four-seven." "This is why John's a great bartender, people come in here to get drunk on liqueur and end up drunk with words of encouragement." "And what were the words of encouragement you used on Jocko Homo out on the dance floor?" "You guys are so messed up! We were dancing. What's wrong with dancing?" "You're right," he retreated, "There's nothing wrong with a little dancing. Plus, I thought I was finally going to get a chance to use this." He pulled up a little canister of pepper spray from the underside of the bar. "Speaking of which…" He was looking past us, and then I saw the big guy coming up to join us at the bar. He was polite and tried to apologize once again, slurring that he was just having fun, and wanted everyone to have fun, and dancing was so much fun and she was a really good dancer, she was a really, really good dancer and he thought she was having fun dancing so he just wanted her to have fun and, of course, he didn't mean anything by it. Ellie asked if her skills as a dancer were worth a shot of tequila, and the guy ended up buying us all a round. He had a friend with him now, and his friend tried to explain that he really shouldn't drink it. But he didn't listen, and we all drank. John even poured himself one. I decided to make that drink my last because I needed to get us home later, but Ellie had already asked for another round. John explained it couldn't all go on her 'tab' and so she pulled out a twenty and paid. I declined when she handed mine to me, and so she slid my shot to the big guy. I mentioned to Ellie that she might consider passing, too, saying, "If you really want him to feel it, slide yours over." She was in a fun mood though, and I could see there was no chance of giving up that shot. John poured a little extra for the guy and after slugging both his and mine back he didn't look too good. The dress Ellie wore had a slight 'V' dip, exposing a bit of cleavage, which the big guy starred directly at, making no attempt to be coy about it. The drink hit his legs first, so he was literally sinking down the bar and inching his face closer to her tits by the second. His friend got him out of there just before he fell, even though he wanted to stay and tell Ellie what a great dancer she is––what a really, really, really great dancer she is. "God, he's going to wake up a huge pile of shit tomorrow," I said. "See, I think I can take care of myself fairly well, wouldn't you say?" "You got a mean streak, girl," John taunted. "Look who's talking, I saw what you did. His tequila was practically overflowing." Then a customer showed up so John had to go, and I kidded Ellie some more about dancing with that slob, and what it would actually be like if she'd brought that loser home. "And who would your pick be, that girl you were talking to at the party?" "You mean Toni?" Becoming a bit flustered she said, "That's exactly who I mean. Or maybe you already have that little Jap slut back at our apartment." Ellie didn't have a raciest bone in her body, just a nasty habit saying the meanest thing she could think of when she felt herself attacked, although, it hardly seemed as if things had escalated to that point. Nonetheless, the word Jap torched my ears and I spit out a little beer in surprise. John was back and quickly read our faces. "You're fighting again? I can't even leave to help one customer before you guys launch into it." "It's called foreplay, John. The sex is always better after a good juicy fight." "OK, but you know the house rules about fighting, right?" She hit his arm, and admitted to me "I told him about our house rules on fighting, and now he's threatening to put them into practice here." I didn't quite know what to think about her revealing our little game of arguing in the nude. It was pretty embarrassing. "She told me you'd dared her to walk around the apartment complex naked, Pete. That's awesome!" "Oh," Ellie piped up, "I didn't tell you that I bumped into Luke yesterday. He said he didn't recognize me with my clothes on. He was full of corny lines. Like a half hour's worth. It was even more uncomfortable than the other night because I think he was actually flirting with me." "That's usually when I fall in love," John said, "the instant a woman shows me her tits. But seriously, back to what I was saying, you two always end up in bed after a fight?" "Yep!" Ellie answered for both of us. Then she looked at me and smiled, "Actually, I think that's the only reason we fight anymore." I looked back at her in amazement, she was right, and I wondered how she understood this huge facet of our relationship when it had completely eluded me. Hell, it was our relationship. All this time I'd imagined us arguing logic, when in reality we'd been toying with the chemistry behind our arousal. Then from out of nowhere came the image of me nailing her doggie style while I shoved her face into Toni's lovely little snatch. The fact that Ellie played hard to get when talking about a threesome made it even more enticing. And it just sounded as if underneath all her piss and vinegar she might have been feeling the same way. I quit exploring my epiphany when she started to ask John a question, but continued to look at me as she did so, and somehow I new it was going to be bad. "So, John, what do you think of Toni?" "Why? Did she say something about me?" Ellie turned and looked at him in surprise. "No, but why did you ask that?" "I dunno. It just sounded like maybe that's where you were going." "You like her, don't you?" "I…" "Oh, no you don't! Tell me you do not have a crush on her." "She's OK, Ellie. She's different since she returned form LA." "I'll have to take your word for it," she said, and then while looking accusingly at me again, "Because I didn't have a chance to talk to her." Cat and Mouse Bill Steam started pouring from the hood of my car. Just my luck the engine was hot again. I pulled over to the side of the country road I was on and opened the hood. Steam came rolling out at me at once. I kicked the front bumper. Damnit! I called my friend Ken, to see if he could help. "Hon, I'm at work and two hours to go. Let it cool and see if you can make it home, better yet, there is a garage a mile up the hill from where you are, go there and ask for Dave. My cousins own the place. I can meet you there." "Sure, I can try that. Call ya back in a few." I waited about 30 minutes to allow the engine to cool a bit and started towards the garage. As I pulled in the parking lot it seemed empty and the thermostat was hot again. The garage parking lot was empty, and they appeared closed. I went to the door, and found it locked. Shit! I looked over at my car and the steam rolling out, the sun was bearing down. How hot is going to get today? Sigh. I took a seat on the step to stay in the shade, and waited again for the car to cool off. After another half an hour wasted, I got up to leave towards home. As I started my car up, a tall man came walking out of the building. He waved and headed towards the car. "Can I help you?" He asked smiling. He had to hold his hands up to shade his eyes from the glaring sunlight. "My name is Bill." I turned off the car, and asked if Dave was there. Everyone had already left and he had been closing up. "Nope, I'm hot and headed to the tavern up the road for some ac and a beer. What seems to be the problem?" I explained about the car getting hot, and he had me start it. I popped the hood, and he looked at a few things, and had me turn it off as it started to get hot again. "Probably need a new sensor." He pointed to the part, "The car needs to cool down, and then I can add more water to the radiator for you. Don't want to open it up when its this hot. Why don't you come down to the tavern with me, have something to drink and give you and your car a chance to cool off?" "Kenny was going to meet me here after work. Let me call him real quick, and see if he is already on his way." I pulled out my phone and dialed. Yes he was on his way, and assured me that he knew Bill, that he had worked at his cousin's shop many years. He agreed to meet us both at the bar. "I'll go around back and get the van. Lock up your car and I'll be right back." "Thank you, I know you didn't have to stay and help. I appreciate it." "You're welcome." He smiled and went off to finish locking up. I grabbed my purse and keys, waiting on him to pull around front. As he pulled up, he jumped out and ran around the van to open the door for me. He had to jiggle the handle a bit. "Trick door handle." He laughed. "I fix cars all day for work, no time to fix my own." "I can imagine." I hopped in the van, and we drove a mile to the local tavern. He was right the air felt wonderful! Cool, icy and quickly cooled me down from the heat I had been out in so long. Bill bought us both drinks, and we sat and talked until Kenny arrived. He seemed like a very nice man, with gentle eyes that I could not stop looking into. He seemed so intense, with long hair and tattoos, that the gentle look to his eyes was almost a total unexpected contrast. He worked at the garage during the week and rode and repaired motorcycles on the weekend. He told me the part I needed wasn't much to do, and he would be happy to do it for me. We exchanged numbers just as Kenny arrived. I said thank you again, and then Kenny helped me get my car home for the evening. It was a hot sticky Saturday morning, and I had slept in till almost noon. I stumbled through the house and started making coffee at the kitchen sink. As I looked out the window I almost dropped the coffee pot in the sink. There was something colorful on the hood of my car. I walked outside, barefoot and wearing only a t-shirt, tip toed through the gravel to reach my car. It was a bouquet of flowers, and a note. Good morning Sunshine! I hope you don't mind, I replaced the sensor in your car. Enjoy the flowers! Bill I smiled, and could not believe that he took the time to fix my car first thing while I was still asleep. I stepped happily back inside, to put the flowers in water, and started on my day. Later that afternoon, Bill called to ask if I could meet him for lunch on Monday. I thanked him for the flowers, and since I wasn't sure of my schedule, I asked if he would call me on Monday morning. It started raining...and rained till Sunday afternoon. Monday morning the sun was up again, and the overdue yard was drying out, needing to be mowed. I managed half a pot of coffee, and started mowing. I had a lot of yard-work, trimming and 6 acres of just lawn area to mow. Bill hadn't called, so I forgot and just kept mowing till I run out of gas. I was wearing cargo shorts and an old white tank, which I managed to get grease on from the mower engine. My shirt was so wet I could almost wring it out. My ponytail was falling down, sweat making the pieces curl up around my face and neck. I really needed a break, and some more gas to finish up. I went to the store, picked up a few things, some gas for the mower and headed back towards the house. As I drove down the windy road towards my home, I noticed a friend of mine was home from work, and pulled in. They were a couple that I often helped out with their kids. Julie hugged me at the door, and as I started to go inside, a van pulled in the driveway behind my car. It was Bill. "Well, well, look who it is!" Julie exclaimed. "You know him?" I asked. "For a long while, just haven't seen him in forever. Hello Bill!" He reached over and hugged Julie as they met on the steps. I wasn't too surprised, Julie knew most everyone in town. He looked over at me and smiled. As his eyes looked me over, I became aware of how sweaty and dirty I was. Bits of grass were on my clothes and in my hair. "Come on in and cool off! Have a glass of tea!" We went inside, Bill said hello to James, and turned back to Julie. "I'm sorry Julie, the reason I stopped was this girl here." He looked over at me. "Oh, you two have met?" Julie gave me a look, and I just gave a twisted smile back. And looked at Bill, who was still staring at me intently. "I think I got your number down wrong, I dialed again this morning, and got a confused elderly man. Will you please have lunch with me?" He pulled out the paper he had written my number one and sure enough the seven looked like a one. "Well, I'd like to, but as you see, I'm working." I said looking down again at my grease ruined tank top. Julie interjected, "Lenore, you should go. You deserve a break and Bill has lived around here for years." James had to add in his two cents. "Yeah, you should." "Well okay. I do have to get back to finishing the yard maybe we can just go to the café down the street." "Sure." Bills eyes lit up as he smiled. As we sat out at the picnic tables that were outside, the waitress brought out our milkshakes and cheeseburgers. We talked a little, I asked how long he knew my other friends. He said years, but that he didn't see them very often because he had his own business in another town repairing bikes. All seemed well, until he slipped up, and said "we" when he talked of working on his house. I asked him if he had a girlfriend. He looked away, then said, "Yes, I do. We live together and raise our kids. I stay because of my son. We just don't get along anymore." "Then why would you ask me to lunch?" I queried on. "Why bring me flowers?" "W-well..." he stammered, stalling for an excuse. I stood up, and looked right at him. "Well, thanks for the lunch, but maybe we should get back to Julie's. I'm not interested in breaking up families." I was point blank and matter of fact. He sighed, "I will take you back. I have to drop these parts off at Danny's on my lunch break, which is why I seen your car and pulled in." "Small world. I know Danny too. His son hangs out with Julie's kids." Our conversation turned to polite small talk as we headed back. He pulled in the road before Julie's driveway and drove past a few houses towards Danny's place. Suddenly he pulled into a clearing in the wooded area before reaching our destination. I looked over at him, just as he lunged across the front passenger section and bearing his lips down on mine. I pushed back, terrified. "Get off me!" I was pushing, trying to get my leg free to knee him. He pulled my shirt open and rough hands grabbed at my bra. I continued to put up a fight, as he reached up with one hand pushing me back and covering my mouth. His other hand forced its way down my shorts and into the front of my panties. I pushed to get free, but his weight and force kept me from moving. As his fingers started pulling and rubbing my clit very hard, he whispered into my ears, "I've got to have you." I was terrified, and his hand slid from my mouth back to my breasts, squeezing and pulling. "Get off me! Asshole!" I managed to pull an arm free enough to get a good grip and pushed with all I had, kicking him in the process. I pushed the door open and ran back towards the road, and down to Julie's. I didn't even knock on the door, just jumped in my car and left. I was still shaking in fear, ran into my house and locking the bolt behind me. I slid down the door, collapsing in tears. I told Julie, but asked her to keep it to herself. I just wanted to put it behind me. The next weekend came, and I looked out again making coffee to see another bouquet of flowers on my car with a note. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Bill I stomped back into the house and threw the flowers in the trash. What the fuck is this guy's problem? I did not answer the note or make any attempt to call Bill. I did not need any guys with drama in my busy life. A few days later, again I woke up to find more flowers on my car. This continued every few days for a couple weeks. Each time I would throw them out, and curse the fact I went to lunch with him at all. Each time, I had to remember what happened, and a flood of emotions returned. I could not get the thought of his rough hands on me, how it felt as he rubbed my clit so forcefully, out of my head. I began to have dreams. Geez what is my problem? How could I dream about him? I kept this to myself, and went on to enroll in classes that fall. Summer went by quickly and soon my classes started. I did not hear from Bill anymore, and my thoughts were otherwise occupied. I stopped to get gas on my way home from class one evening. I stood in line waiting to pay and pick up a pack of smokes. My mind was on the paper I had to write that evening. There was a sharp pain in my arm, as a hand encircled it forcefully. As I started to look, I froze in place. His breath was hot as he pulled me towards him and whispered in my ear. "Where have you been hiding, little girl?" I was stunned, and instantly cumming in my panties. The physical and emotional reaction was overwhelming and I took a step away, yanking my arm away from him. "Anywhere you aren't." I retorted, handing the attendant the money for my gas, completely forgetting smokes. I glared at him and stomped away to my car and left. Angry and embarrassed of my reaction to him, I went home. The following week I had gone to the video store to pick up some new movies. I was wandering around, dazedly reading the backs of movie cases. I heard his rough voice close behind me. "I still want you." I jumped, dropping the cases to the floor. I twirled around quickly, somehow already knowing who was there. Bill stood there, with his arms crossed, grinning wide. "I will have you." He said with a smile and a wink. My mouth dropped in astonishment at his assumptions. "Drop dead." I glared at him, and left him standing there with the cases I dropped at his feet. Fucking asshole! It's bent. He's bent! Sneaking up on people. What the fuck? Why me? Aack! What the hell is wrong with me? I was angry, and yet somehow I was angry because he had such an effect on me, and worse, he was making me hot. Living in a small community allows for plenty of opportunity to run into each other. Running into Bill became a more frequent event. He was turning me on with these cat and mouse games, and he could sense it. Worse yet, my friends began to notice and voice both concern and some teasing at the same time. My girlfriend giggled and described the "sparks" flying when she seen him try to talk to me. I did my best to ignore the good-natured ribbing, and was somewhat relieved to talk about it in the open. The ac went out, and the heat was sweltering. Temperatures were reaching in the high 90's and the air was still, almost weighted with heat. I arranged to have a repairman come, and met some friends at the bar. The heat was getting to everyone, and we sat playing cards at a back table, soaking up the ice-cold air and beer. Kenny looked up from his cards and winked at me, "Your man is here." He snickered. "What? Who?" I spun around to see who had walked in. It was Bill. He took a seat at the bar right in my line of site. He was sipping his drink, and watching me carefully which made me squirm in my chair. Mary come over with a drink, "This is from Bill. What's going on between you two?" "Absolutely nothing." I said to her while looking over at Bill, "Thanks Mary." "That sure is a lot of nothing!" She teased and went back to the bar. The night wore on and I did my best to ignore him while chilling out over a game of cards. We were getting ready to leave and I walked back to the bathrooms, while Kenny got himself some cold beer to go. It was locked, so I knocked and waited. As I waited in the dark corner area, I looked up, and Bill was standing there. He quickly took a few steps and had me literally cornered. I tried to step around, yet he moved to block me in further. Backing away from his closeness had backed me against the wall. He bent forward and kissed me lightly on the lips and said. "Goodnight Lenore." My lips burned. It had been just over a year since that first meeting. I fell asleep that night, with my fingers touching my lips, still burning from thinking of his kiss. I dreamed of him fucking me, till I woke up, soaked in sweat and gasping for air. Ohh God! What is wrong with me? I walked to the grocery store the following day, and noticed Bill sitting out at the café's picnic tables having lunch. He waved hello, I ignored him and went inside, half-knowing he would follow me. Sure enough he met me in line, asking me if I would just sit and have lunch with him and talk. I declined, and told him that I was moving soon and spending the day moving some things into storage. My insides were screaming, just rip my clothes off and fuck me! On the outside, I politely told him I had to go. I took my bags and walked back to the house, half expecting him to try to give me a ride. An hour later, I moved some heavy boxes out of my truck and into my friends shed, further down the street. He was letting me store things there, while I moved and could return for them. As I tried to maneuver some things around inside, I heard a vehicle outside. I continued trying to put a box in a place obviously tight for storage, but was trying to make the most room. A shadow appeared in the door, and I turned to see not my friend returning home, but Bill holding one of my boxes. "I took the afternoon off to help you." "I didn't need any, thanks." His assumptions annoyed me greatly, though I really could use a hand. "OK." He smiled and set the box down, turned and walked back to my truck for another. What the? Grrrrr... I was standing in the doorway, hands on hips and glaring at his boldness. He walked up to me and just brushing past me, set the box down with the others. His closeness as he walked by, interrupted my thoughts about being angry. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, and it had been obvious to everyone for over a year. My desire to fuck him was almost equal to my desire to scratch his eyes out. He brushed past me again on his way out, and continued to unload my truck. He brought the boxes in quickly, brushing past me each time, his arm touching mine, as I tried to stack them against the back corner. His being so close to me in the confined darkened quarters was making it hard to breathe. It was harder even due to the heat, poor air circulation in the shed and physical labor of moving boxes. Everything around me was steaming. I paused in the doorway trying to catch the smallest breeze, falling back against the doorframe and closing my eyes. He stopped, on his last trip to the truck, and stood in the doorway looking down at me. My rapid breathing, and pounding heartbeat became dizzying. My hand reached out, touching his chest as I steadied myself. His skin, wet with sweat, shining in the light that shone through the door. I shocked myself more than anything, as my hand continued up and around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine. His kiss was gentle, salty with the mix of our sweat, and he pulled away. He grabbed my hand, and placed it on the front of his jeans. "Are you sure?" I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and could not pull my hand away. I nodded my head to him, never taking my eyes from his crotch, and whispered. "Please?" My voice trembling as I continued to touch him through his pants. "Now look who's begging." He mocked me, undoing his belt and loosening his jeans. "I want your lips on it." I fell to my knees and curled my hands around his swollen cock. My lips and tongue wet in anticipation, and sheer hunger for him. Cum glistened at its tip, and I leaned forward gingerly tasting him with my tongue. His fingers slid through my hair and he shoved my head down on his cock, pressing against my throat. A shudder of orgasmic bliss swept through my body causing me to curl my fingers around his cheeks, pulling him to me even more, as if I could not get enough. I dug my fingernails into his flesh before pulling back and gasping for air. My need to tear at him, mixing with my need to have him for so long, filled me all at once. I pushed back forward, my mouth engulfing his hard delicious cock. I was overwhelmed with a primal need, to consume him. My nails dug at his flesh, tearing at his skin and clothes, my mouth never leaving him. He removed his belt while helping me remove his clothes and mine. I was hungrily sucking him as he did so. He ran his fingers through my hair, softly, filling his hands, tightening his control. I shuddered, and almost losing my grip on him, I dug into his skin pulling him further into my throat. He moaned loudly. Keeping a firm grip on my hair, he stepped back, slowly pulling me up from the floor. "Hold up girl. I've got an answer for those nails of yours." He used his hand holding the belt to grab onto my wrist, and pulled it upright. In one motion, he shoved me back against the unfinished wall of the shed, a 2x4 pressing into my back. He held my hand against the side of the board as I kissed him, pulling towards him, like a wild animal. His belt seemed to come from nowhere, and in one motion he gripped both hands to the wall above my head, pressing his lips harder against mine. He took a step back, the cool air reaching the sweat of my body, opened my eyes as I pulled forward, unable to go anywhere. His belt was pulled firmly around both wrists, pinning me to the wall with my hands above my head. I pulled and lunged towards him, mixed emotions flooding my head. Flashbacks of our first date, and anxiety over my present situation filled my mind. I pulled hard at my hands, bound firmly in place. A primal sound escaped my lips as I twisted forward. His strong hands grabbed between my legs, forcefully shoving me back and my legs both open and off the ground. His hard cock was pressing up against my throbbing wet pussy. Cat and Mouse He plunged his cock into me, as I twisted against the wall. My legs pushed and entwined around his body, pulling him to me. My angst and hunger was being filled and I didn't want to let go. His hand moved up roughly past my breast and circled around my throat. My eyes widened at him, I began to shake uncontrollably as he pressed against me. The head of a nail was scraping against my back, mixing pain with pleasure, as he pounded me with his cock. His grip around my neck tightened slightly, his eyes close to mine. "I told you I would have you." So much desire and emotion filled me as my body involuntarily shook and bucked against his thick hard cock. There was no mercy, as he brutally took my body as his, fucking me even harder as I screamed. He exploded, hot, filling my cunt with his cum, crushing me against the wall. His grip around my throat lessened, as his need was fulfilled. I moaned and my pussy twitched and bucked on his cock, never wanting it to stop. He left me tied to the wall, his cum and mine, mixing to run down my legs. His eyes never left me as he began putting his clothes back on. He didn't say a word as he dressed, and I hung there twisting, aching for more. He walked up to me, sliding his fingers into my pussy and lifting his cum soaked fingers to my mouth. I stared at him as he slid them in and out between my lips. "Tomorrow I will take your ass." He said roughly and smacked my bottom hard, as I gasped and begin to protest, his lips met mine again. His kiss bore down hard, silencing me into submission, as I lunged again towards him. His hand slipped the belt off of my wrists, and he pulled back. "I will call you in the morning." He left me standing there, with my clothes in my hand, as he pulled out of my friend's driveway. Stunned and exhausted from the emotional and physical relief, I went home and quickly fell asleep. He was the last thought on my mind as I drifted off, my fingers buried between my legs, remembering the way he felt. Morning came quickly as the phone woke me from my dreams. "Hello?" "What are you doing for lunch today?" "Anything you wish." Cat and Mouse (Author's Note: This is my first story on Literotica. It was inspired by the lovely Alanija. The story will be comprised of multiple chapters. Read along and enjoy!) Chapter1: The Chase Anna fidgeted on her seat; she licked her suddenly-dry lips and glanced at her travel companion as they entered the country road leading to his place. After stealing a look at him, she looked down at her cute little toes which stared back at her with dark red nail polish. Her small feet were wrapped neatly in low heel black sandals and her long legs were bare up to her knees where the hem of her white flowy skirt started. It was a wide skirt, comfortable and perfect for summer. Anna knew it also looked good hugging her legs when moved by the light breeze of the summer. Her delicious thighs were well hidden behind the silky material. Her red tank top matched the color of the nail polish. Around her slender neck was a thin gold necklace and around her tiny wrist was a slim golden watch. Looking up into the turned down mirror, she saw her earrings winking back at her and her long silky blonde hair flowing neatly over her shoulders and down her back. She was satisfied that she looked casual yet sexy especially if she got around to showing the gorgeous matching set of lace lingerie with white and gold entwined giving her a delicate yet elegant look... Her little secret; a source of confidence. It would make just about any man weak in the knees, maybe even iron-willed Mark here. Looking at his lovely visitor from the corner of his eyes, Mark noticed she was fidgeting and getting a bit excited as they got closer and closer to their destination. It was about time the fun started. Mark kissed the tip of his fingers and then patted them on her soft cheek before he stopped the luxurious sports car and looked at the angel sitting next to him "So Anna, are you ready to play my dear?" She looked back at him and grinned, feeling a tingle from the way he placed the kiss "I think I am. I've been waiting for this for a long time and there is no better person to try it with than with you." She paused to adjust her skirt and she looked back into his deep blue eyes and smiled "Ok, I trust you completely and I know we've spoken about it already, but let's go over this again ok?" Mark chuckled and nodded "Whatever you say princess!" A huge grin tugged at his lips as he prepared to listen to her. "Ok so as you already know this will be my first experience of this kind," Anna swallowed hard before continuing, she was definitely getting excited yet nervous at the prospects of this. "You have a lot of experience of course, and I want to experience some of that as well; however, we've established some rules so I'll remind you just in case. This is so you don't tell me you forgot them, I am telling them minutes before we reach your house: Rule one: No kissing or having sex. By kissing I mean lips and by sex I mean any kind of sex: oral, anal, whatever, it's out. Rule two: I want to keep whatever I have on at the moment it begins throughout the entire episode. This means you can't strip me; and you can't get undressed either. Rule three: No touching in inappropriate places. Rule four: I can always let you break one or more of those rules if I change my mind. Don't think I would, but who knows..." Anna shrugged and paused to look at Mark. He had a certain wicked glint and lust growing in his eyes as she mentioned the rules. His grin became more pronounced as she mentioned the fourth rule and he licked his lips as his hands moved quickly, grabbing both of her wrists in his hands and holding them tight in front of her chest. One strong large hand wrapped around both her tiny wrists and kept them firmly in front of her while his other hand locked around her thighs just above her knees. She was yanking at her hands and squirming as hard as she could, but being trapped in the car with no leverage, not to mention being much smaller and weaker in the physical department wasn't helping her, so she looked into his eyes and grinned "Ok, not fair, we said we will wait till we get to your place." Mark raised his eyebrow and looked at her "Oh, did we really? No, we didn't, Anna, and it's not part of your conditions either. Besides did you just recite a bunch of rules my dear? I only have one rule and that is - I make the rules!" Mark looked Anna dead in the eyes and stared at her long as he held her captive in his car with his large hands before he smirked and let go of her laughing "Just kidding!" She looked back at him and couldn't tell whether he was indeed joking or not, but assured herself he had promised multiple times to respect her rules and she trusted him enough to believe he would keep his word. She nodded to herself as she arrived at that conclusion. He started driving again and patted her head as he started moving. She swatted his hand away admitting she lost the first round and swearing to make it much harder for him to capture her later. Minutes later, the car was driving into the large country house. It was more like a mansion with acres of land around it. Mark stopped the car and raised his finger at Anna signaling for her to wait. She looked at him curiously and watched as he went around the door thinking she might fail after all and will have to admit complete defeat early if he was planning to recapture her right away. She had no chance to win or run away in her current position. As he rounded the hood of the car, her mind was racing and she considered jumping into his seat and exiting through his door to make a run for it. Before she could make up her mind, her door had opened and she could see Mark's hand extended for her. Was he being a gentleman? She thought to herself as she put her small hand into his larger one cautiously. Mark felt the delicate girl's little hand into his and he gently pulled her out and looked at her lovely body. His friend was simply adorable and he would have a full day with her where he could do anything to her except for those stupid four rules; or actually three as the fourth was an override. A bonus was that they were alone in the large house and the farm around it, so plenty of spots to hide, and plenty of spots to tie up the lovely damsel in distress. Mark held her hand gently and guided her towards the door. Before they reached the door, one of his strong arms wrapped around her waist and the other quickly sneaked under her knees lifting her small body into his arms "Alright, I will have to carry you in lovely little lady. No objections!!!" Anna was caught off guard by his move and couldn't exactly prevent it, but seeing as he wasn't trying anything suspicious yet, she decided to enjoy being treated like a princess for now and get carried inside. She even wrapped her arms around his neck and winked at him. Walking in, Mark kicked off his shoes and then looked at Anna's tiny feet adorned by the sexy black sandals. He sat her down on a high table by the entrance and pointed at the carpets "You know my mother right? If you walk in with those lovely sandals on, she would follow us to the end of the earth and kill us both in a HORRIBLE way, and honestly I don't want to meet an early demise because of those sexy sandals. Of course, she would do THAT if she was in a good mood, if she was in a bad mood, then I don't want to even think about it, so we'll have to remove these if you don't mind." Anna giggled at his comment about his mom and she knew her to be a lovely woman. Still, she was really interested in maintaining her house sparkling clean, even if it was her summer house. Anna nodded at him "Ok I guess, its summer and I prefer to go barefoot anyway." She leaned down to remove her sandals, but Mark's hands were quicker as he put them on her shoulders and gently pulled her back up, shaking his head "Please allow me." His hands quickly went to work on her sandals, swiftly working on the straps, releasing her lovely feet and allowing them to be free once more. Her feet were very cute, everything about her was cute. He looked up into her eyes and grinned. 'I was planning to remove them anyway,' Anna thought to herself as she wiggled her toes at him and smiled at her best friend. He was grinning suspiciously though, what was he up to? She knew she was in a vulnerable position sitting at that table, so she watched him cautiously, ready to jump off and make a run for it. His plans were different though. His fingertips gently brushed against her delicate silky sole, his experienced digits softly scratching and teasing her arch and she quickly began to squirm and giggle. In a matter of moments her knee shot up reflexively and almost smashed against his chin, but apparently he was anticipating that and barely blocked her knee with his palm. He then stood up deciding it would be safer to tickle her after restraining her properly to avoid getting a knee or an elbow jab and losing a few teeth in the process - or something else. "Ok my dear, I counted my teeth before coming here and I would very much rather keep that number from changing during our brief stay here, so pretty please with cherry on top don't direct your mean knees and elbows at me" Mark playfully asked her as he let go of her foot and stopped teasing for the time being. He took her hands and gently pulled her down from the table. Anna chuckled at his comment and slid down the table, her feet touching the cold floor for the first time, making her shiver with excitement as the cold entered her body through her bare feet. "Ok I will try, but I can't promise. I did learn some kung fu when I was eleven though, and I remember a good deal of it, so be careful!!!" She giggled as she threatened Mark with her almost non-existent knowledge of martial arts. After all, he didn't have to know everything. "Oh really?" Mark's answer to her warning was a loud laugh and a playful swat on her bottom which made her yelp and glare at him "Ok I will take your word for it my dear," he said, then took her hand and led her upstairs. "I am going to show you to your room, it has its own bathroom as well, so will leave you there for a bit as I go see what kinds of food my mom left us." "That would be lovely" Anna smiled as she walked through the house. It was old, very old, but the furniture was all quite new, the decorations were all fancy and the carpets were lush and soft under her toes. Finally, they reached her room and he walked her inside, then his index finger poked her side causing her to jerk to the opposite side and take a defensive stance. She watched Mark through narrowed eyes, having already scanned the room and the door to find anything she could use in her favor. Mark just shrugged and then prepared to lunge at her. She immediately sprang in the opposite direction before realizing it was a feint, he wasn't actually coming at her. Seeing her immediate reaction Mark laughed loud and left the room "We're here to relax my dear, don't be on edge all the time! Don't expect that am planning to tie you up now and release you tomorrow when we are about to leave, so get comfy and follow me downstairs whenever you're ready." Anna almost cursed under her breath as he had managed to fool her into thinking he was actually attacking but he, in fact, was just teasing her. She didn't believe his words even if they did make sense, but she couldn't just relax and let him win without a fight, that wasn't going to happen. She sat on the bed and smiled as it was very comfortable and the blankets were fluffy and very soft. 'This is already fun, wonder what the rest of it will be like' she thought as she went to the bathroom for a moment before she skipped downstairs to eat - the drive had been long and she was tired and starving. The aroma of something cooking invaded her button nose and more or less hypnotized her. She had always liked that food, the taste of the meals prepared by Mark's mother, and she wasn't going to deny herself something smelling so delicious out of being cautious. 'He will probably be too busy with the food to jump me,' she thought to herself, considering the situation despite how Mark had reassured her earlier. She would have to keep in her mind to never let him move behind her and to watch him for any subtle changes at all times. As she entered the kitchen she noticed he had plates ready and was busy heating pasta. Clean glasses with unopened soda cans were on the table. He looked over at her and grinned "No wine, so you won't think I am trying to get you drunk to make you an even easier prey." Anna poked her tongue at him and sat at the table, choosing the chair closest to the exit. Just in case. Mark smiled at his lovely guest and her choice of seat. He shook his head not believing she was scared he would jump her during lunch. He pulled the cooking pots to the table and put some food in her plate; he knew what she liked and how much she ate. Without missing a beat, he picked up her fork, scooped some pasta on it and then put his hand under her chin winking at her "Open the gates" He chuckled at how she glared at him, but then she giggled and opened her pretty lips. The fork went in slowly while his fingers gently held her soft chin. She tasted the food and smiled widly "As always, your mother's cooking is amazing Mark, please thank her for me." Mark smiled at her and patted her head as he put the fork back in her plate "Will sure do, my dear." He winked at his girl as he leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek before going to his seat to eat himself. During lunch they talked casually, and he could tell she was getting more and more relaxed and happy as the meal was great. When she was done with her plate, he refilled it again and used the chance to give her other cheek a kiss on the way back. He was being a gentleman as he had always been. But, of course, she was sure that wouldn't be the case all day. Mark finished lunch quickly and got up to put his plate and glass in the sink. Then he walked by Anna pretending to be going to wash his hands. Anna kept a close watch on him out of the corner of her eye as he got up and turned her head to follow Mark's movement behind her. She wasn't going to let him out of her sight! Suddenly, before her body could move in the chair, Mark stopped behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and began rubbing the bare skin gently. Anna almost jumped from her chair, but the hands on her shoulders kept her seated. She did enjoy his touch as he slid his palms down her silky arms and then back up again so decided not to fight it just now. When he leaned down she automatically pulled away, not sure what to expect, but Mark only kissed her cheek and then the other before letting go of her. "You are delicious my dear, but it's almost time for my favorite show, so I will have to let you go. For now. Come join me on the couch if you want to watch, it starts in ten minutes." He gave her shoulder one last kiss and then went upstairs to wash his hands. Meanwhile, Anna finished her delicious food barely tasting the flavor as her mind kept returning to what had happened before. Finally she shook her head to rid of the memories, took her plates to the sink and followed him upstairs to wash her hands. She briefly grinned and considered changing into a bikini just to tease and get back him, but decided against it. She was a sensible woman. If they were sitting close to each other on the couch, then he could easily sneak in a surprise attack when her attention was diverted. So she stayed in her clothes, but paused to look at herself in the mirror. Out of nowhere Mark suddenly appeared behind her and his hands were quickly on her waist. "Hey there, lovely." He spoke in a calm seductive tone as he held her close to him by her waist and breathed down her neck. Anna was shocked at his sudden appearance and froze in place for a moment as her mind struggled to adapt to the changing situation. He used that opportunity to nudge her forward with his body until hers was pushed against the counter. All she could do was stare at her reflection in the mirror, trapped by Mark's larger one. She cautiously met Mark's eyes in the mirror and he stared right back at her, holding her more than just with his body. Still watching Anna, Mark placed his hands on either side of her, framing her, not giving her a chance to move. Then he rested his chin on her shoulder and teased her with his breath in her ear "Stay more alert my dear, you're so easy to corner. But since I want to watch my favorite show now, you are spared." Anna's legs felt a little weak and couldn't believe she hadn't noticed him coming in. And he had maneuvered her so quickly! She was discovering something in the situation was making her heart beat faster and her blood sing, however she was not one to give in so easily, not even to herself. She would have to lock her room next time but she wasn't sure she could do anything about her reaction. Then again, Mark might not allow her that luxury, besides it would make it look like she was scared and she was not. But she would close the damn door. Anna made a mental note to keep close watch of her surroundings even when she was alone. She was quickly brought back from her thoughts as she realized this was hardly the end of Mark's teasing when his hands moved from the counter. One hand briefly rested on her belly before slipping under her thin tank top to lay directly on her silky bare skin. He used his large hand to pull her back into him until her back was firmly pressed into his broad chest. His other hand moved down and rested on her knee; however, it only stayed there for a moment and then began sliding up her leg slowly, teasingly. Continuing its upward journey his hand disappeared under her skirt to slowly crawl up her milky thigh. His fingertips were lightly scratching and teasing her sensitive skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Anna had no idea how to react to the change in the situation. One moment she was alone and thinking she was safe, the other she was trapped in her own room, and now, still trapped, she was being teased and tormented by Mark's experienced hands and fingers, making her skin tingle. Anna yelped as Mark's fingers started moving into her inner thigh, first caressing and then pinching the delicate skin. He didn't let her gaze waver away from him as he used his index finger and thumb to take a tiny bit of her sensitive skin, pinching it gently and then releasing it only to lightly caress and take another tantalizing nip. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing her, plain and simple. If he repeatedly and methodically aroused her tender flesh to the point where she would want release, maybe he could get her to use rule number four, allowing him to strip her and have his way with her body. He had patience when it came to Anna and he was confident he could keep her on edge a long time if necessary. Mark grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself as he toyed with her, but all good things must come to an end. He had a show to watch and Anna needed a break. "Alright my dear, the show is about to begin, so let's go watch." Anna was still lost in the aftermath of Mark's hands on her thigh and belly. Her skin was tingling and she had goose bumps on her skin. She definitely shouldn't have let him have his way with her that easily. Next time she won't. She will close her door and be more alert, she promised herself. She then heard him talk about his show and it helped to clear her mind a bit. She shrugged, still trapped by his body. "I don't think I am interested in your show, I have other things to do, so go down and I might follow you sometime later." Mark didn't exactly like that answer "Nope, wrong answer, but thank you for playing." Mark chuckled, then he turned Anna around and quickly leaned down, his hands grasping her waist tightly as his shoulder touched her stomach and she found herself being thrown over his strong broad shoulder. His hands immediately moved to secure her, one hand grabbing an ankle to make sure she didn't kick or wiggle too much, while his other hand rested on her cute bottom and stroked it gently. Anna yelped at the abrupt change in position and her fists started hitting his back, but he was muscular. She could neither hurt nor stop him "Hey, not fair!!!" When Mark didn't react she changed her tactics. She started running her fingers down his sides, trying to tickle him. "He must be ticklish! Somewhere..." Anna hoped. But being upside down as she was, it just didn't seem to be working. She protested as he held her foot and started playing with her bottom instead. "Put me down." Cat and Mouse Mark chuckled at her reaction "I will put you down, but only when we get back downstairs to the couch so we can watch TV in peace." He ignored her fists hitting his back and her fingers were having the very opposite effect of the one she intended. Mark smirked as her resistance attempts were amusing and arousing rather than really effective. He carried her slim body downstairs and then placed her back down on her bare feet in front of the couch. "You're light as a feather my dear, I think I will be carrying you often." Anna glared at him before punching him on the shoulder with all her might, which of course wasn't enough to hurt him. He didn't like it nonetheless so just as he sat down, he quickly and efficiently pulled her down to lay over his lap. His arms were strong and her body was small so he managed to put her in the position he wanted - splayed over his lap with her feet on one side of the couch and her head on the other, with her bottom facing up. He wanted to spank her badly, deciding he had waited long enough. But before that he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Luckily, his show hadn't started yet. "We have a few more minutes. They should be good enough for a little spanking." "Hey! Don't get any funny ideas!" Anna protested. She knew her punch wouldn't be that strong, but before she could really think about the consequences, Mark's capable large hands were already all over her and she found herself being moved around just as easily as before. She knew Mark was merely using her punch as an excuse, but that made no difference. 'Damn,' she thought, 'the difference in size and strength is really working against me!' She struggled to change the position, but found herself neatly arranged over his lap. Just then one of his hands grasped her thigh and pulled it firmly into him so she couldn't slide her feet back to the floor while his other hand rested on the small of her back pushing her down to make sure she would remain there. Her feet were aimlessly trashing around, hitting little but air while her hands could only occasionally bang on his strong chest. She tried pushing herself up by her hands, but he easily held her down. He didn't so much as budge. Well, even if he wouldn't let her go he still wouldn't be able to easily spank her as seemed to be his intent, she wouldn't just sit there and let him slap her around. No sir, no chance in hell. She would struggle till the show started forcing him to let go of her. 'He clearly wouldn't keep me over his lap like this throughout the duration of the show. Would he?' She wondered to herself as she continued her futile struggles. Mark was deeply enjoying having lovely little Anna over his lap like that. Her arousing struggles were conveniently moving the hem of her skirt up little by little, exposing a bit more of her shapely legs, thighs in particular. And what hot-blooded man doesn't like a girl's thighs? Mark's hand left Anna's thigh for a short moment as it lifted and then came down hard on her bottom before it quickly went back to grasp her thigh and pull her back in place, rendering the small distance she'd moved, useless. "Ouch" Anna cried in pain as the slap was decidedly hard. It was harder than he would have wanted but he had to be quick as she was struggling like crazy "Hey that really hurt!!!" She continued as she eased her struggles a bit in order to try to look at him over her shoulder. She had never been spanked before, so this was all new to her, yet Mark didn't seem to take 'no' for an answer. Just as quickly as before he released her thigh again and slapped her other ass cheek, though less painfully this time, as her struggles had temporarily ceased. He had time to adjust the strength of the slap before his hand went back to take hold of her silky thigh, keeping her in place. "Oww" Anna said as she felt the second slap. It was clearly much less painful, but still the sting was strong enough to say something. More importantly, she wanted him to know she was in pain, just in case he would be so nice and let her go, not spanking her hard. It seemed the gods were with her on this as he said "The show is about to begin, so I will let you go. However, you will sit right next to me and we'll cuddle. I won't hurt you or try to capture you during the show, so you can relax. Your punishment will be continued a bit later my dear." Anna's eyes narrowed and widened in turn as she heard Mark speak. He was certainly being much bossier than before they had arrived to the country house. Anna started to believe he really liked it and could be dominant whenever he chose to. However even if that was the case, she was not some timid mouse to be ordered around like a pet. She would show Mark just how much he still had to learn about her. She kept her defying thoughts to herself though; to voice them in her position would not be wise. Anna swallowed hard and bit her tongue, but finally breathed a sigh of relief when after a moment he eased his grip on her body and released her completely, even helping her get back on her feet. Once she had full control of her body, she took a step back and deliberately sat down in one of the comfortable chairs matching the sofa Mark was sitting on. It was way out of his reach, so she shot Mark a challenging look, letting him know exactly what she thought about his previous statement. He didn't say anything, but his amused look irritated her because it seemed he wasn't taking her defiance very seriously. But then the show started and all his attention switched to the TV. Or at least so it seemed to Anna, although she wasn't going to take any chances after her first display of attitude. So she turned towards the TV however most of her thoughts were still on Mark. She continuously watched him out of the corner of her eye, ready to react if he made a move. Yet he didn't. He seemed completely relaxed and absorbed in the TV, as if it was the most interesting thing of the day. Still she didn't relax and couldn't have said what the show was about until the first commercials came. She was expecting Mark to do something, anything, then, so when he asked her is she'd like something to drink she politely declined. Mark only shrugged and announced he still wanted one. When he got up from the couch, Anna was immediately up and behind the chair, keeping some distance between them. With nothing more than a passing glance at her, Mark turned around and headed for the kitchen, leaving Anna feeling slightly foolish for overreacting. Mark seemed to be just her best friend again, without any hidden agendas. So by the time Mark was back, she was sitting in the chair again, resisting the urge to turn around and run for the door. Even though she was questioning her decision, none of her nerves showed on the outside. But when Mark simply sat back down she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. It was beginning to worry her that Mark hadn't made any moves since her burst of rebellion. Anna didn't trust that for a second. Still, he was behaving nicely all through the show and after a while the TV started catching more of her attention. When the credits appeared she suddenly realized she had completely forgotten to keep an eye on Mark. Anna berated herself mentally for her lack of focus. Did she really want him to beat her at her game so easily?? Just then Mark shifted on the couch and Anna automatically jumped out and behind her chair again. She knew her 'safe time' was over. This was the second time Anna had used the chair to keep him from reaching her and Mark was getting fed up with it. He liked a challenge too much to hold back and he had already done that once. This time he wouldn't. So he took a step right to the seat of the chair, causing Anna to draw a sharp breath before making a run for the door. He grinned and went after her, his spirits high. He wasn't really trying to catch her; it was too much fun chasing her around. Soon Anna was breathless from the run through the house and her own laughter. It was liberating to break the tension and actually DO something! Sometime during the first few minutes she had stopped worrying about Mark catching up with her and started enjoying the playful game. However, when Mark suddenly got too close for comfort she ran for the front door. She was quick and coordinated so she managed to shut the door from outside before Mark ever got there. Feeling smug about her success she immediately sprang back a good distance, waiting for him to come running. But he never did. At first Anna used the time to catch her breath and watch the area, expecting him to come at her from the back of the house. When nothing happened for a few minutes, she frowned in confusion and started pacing. Still nothing happened. Had Mark realized he just couldn't catch her so stopped playing the game altogether? "Hmpf, that is so typical! The moment men realize they can't win, they just pretend it was a foolish game and stop playing." Anna was grumbling to herself, but she didn't risk nearing the house yet. She stood there tapping her bare feet on the warm grass letting it slip between her toes as she waited for something to happen. However, after five more minutes of standing outside she got bored. Mark had obviously found something better to do and she was a fool, just waiting for something to happen instead of enjoying her day. So cautiously she made her way back to the door. She pushed it open and jumped back, just in case Mark was there. When nothing stirred, she called out softly "Mark?" Only silence followed. After a moment Anna thought she could barely make out the sound of water running, so maybe Mark was upstairs, taking a shower. Since nothing was happening, she curiously entered the door and headed for the stairs. Suddenly without any warning a strong hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back, while another one covered her mouth. Anna's scream died in her throat as the hand at the waist squeezed tightly, not letting her struggle. A low voice in her ear said: "Did you know curiosity killed the cat? Well now I've got you and my, am I going to do some wicked things with you!" Anna shivered as she realized Mark had sneakily caught her without much of a struggle and it seemed she was really done for now. He released her waist and mouth for a moment, and then his hand gripped Anna's hand and yanked her around, pushing her back against the door. All laughter on Anna's face died as she saw the intensity in Mark's eyes. She swallowed hard and nervously tried to tug her hand free, pushing with her free hand at Mark. His chest felt like it was made of granite and she could as well have been pushing at a statue. Mark slowly looked down at her hand and when he looked back up with a dangerous look in his eyes, Anna's breath caught in her throat, making her limbs go weak. He took the hand on his chest by the wrist and despite her weak resistance lifted it above her head. Still Anna was putting up too much of a fight for his liking so he pushed her body firmly against the door with his. Anna lost all her breath upon the contact and Mark used the moment to lift her other hand up as well. That position caused Anna's back to arch, pressing her breasts against Mark and caused her to stand on her tip toes. He circled both of her wrists with one of his large hands, keeping his grip tight enough to ensure she was staying put. His free hand caressed Anna's soft cheek gently as he looked her straight in the eyes before quietly saying "Looks like your time is up, princess." To be Continued... Cat & Mouse Waking from my slumber, I feel your member erect against my behind. Your arms are around me, gently holding me in place as we lay on our sides - spooning. Your warmth is radiating all over me, keeping me warmer than any blanket. Looking towards the window, I see the weak light of dawn creeping through the slits of the aged Venetian blinds. I turn my head slowly to see if you are awake, expecting mysterious brown eyes and a devilish grin to meet my own. However, when I turn my head towards you, I see that mop of black hair covering your face, your bushy beard barely peeking out from underneath. I should have known, as I can still feel the silent rising and falling of your chest against my back as you continue to sleep. I know I should just let you sleep, but your morning wood has aroused me deeply. I begin to grind my ass against your cock, hoping to rouse you from your slumber. I can feel your penis slip between my cheeks, but it seems you are in a deep sleep, and my attempts to wake you are failing. I decide I will have to resort to different means to get your attention. I move your arm off of my side; your other arm remains in its place, acting as my pillow. Detecting the easing of pressure, your body moves so that you're lying on your back – still sleeping. Perfect.....just where I want you. I gingerly move across the bed until my mouth is near the head of your penis. I love how your erect penis looks, swollen, standing tall, and waiting for the gift it is about to receive. I plant a gentle kiss on the tip. Looking towards you, I see no noticeable shift in your demeanor. I continue kissing it until I reach the base of your dick. I want to surprise you into wakefulness with my warm mouth, soft lips and long, wet tongue massaging your thick cock. I begin my assault by lightly tracing my tongue from the base to the tip, making a spiral motion. I glance up at your face and although your eyes are still closed, I can see your breathing has taken on a new pattern: shallow and rapid. I want to make your member even wetter because I know how much you like that. Flattening my wide tongue, I start lapping at it like dogs lap at water, increasing my pressure and urgency. I want to make sure you're well lubricated for all the fun to come. I don't think you realize it, but you've started bucking your hips slightly. It turns me on even more. Parting my lips, I decide to take the plunge. I feel your cock filling up most of the space in my small mouth. I know what you want as your thrusting becomes more persistent, but I'm not ready to give it to you, yet. Instead, I tease you, my mouth sliding up and down on your dick, turning my head like a corkscrew, then pulling off completely. Your eyes are still closed, but you're moaning...deeply. I'm turned on even more by the sounds you're making, and my sucking becomes more vigorous, more impassioned. Your hand has found its way to my head, gripping my long, blonde hair, attempting to stabilize my position as you thrust with the same intensity as I suck. I can feel your cock hitting the back of my throat, jabbing it quickly and causing it to sting. My eyes are watering and I start to gag, but you don't stop...nor do I want you to. I am getting just as much pleasure from pleasing you. The air is hitting my pussy lips, and I long to reach down and touch myself. My pussy is probably soaking wet; my clitoris as sensitive as ever. As though you've read my mind, you tug my hair and my head, forcing me to look up at your face. Your eyes, finally open, are frenzied; a feverish look etched upon your face. Smirking arrogantly, you ask the question, "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" You let go of my head, and I crawl up towards your face, staring down at you. I am desperately longing for your touch, but I am feeling mighty playful, so I initiate a game of cat and mouse. Oh how I love this game. "No...." I respond coyly, and turn on my side with my back facing you. You can't see me, but my face now holds that confident grin I am certain I just wiped off your face. It takes a second to register, but then you realize the game I'm playing. Prodding once more, you question "You're sure you don't want to feel my thick cock fill up every inch of that pussy?" As you say those words, I feel a pleasant sensation inside my pussy...tingling. The tingling starts small, but it soon takes over and becomes pulsating. You have also started poking your member in my back again, though this time, you're aware, and I can feel the difference. The urgency and the need are present; the pressure is greater, the pace is faster. Feeling the insistence of your cock, hearing you say those dirty words...it is having a profound effect on my yearning, a yearning that can be felt by the soaked state of my pussy. I repeat my answer, though I am sure my labored voice, breathless with desire betrays me, my ultimate intentions. "No. I don't want to," I respond hollowly as my senses are slowly being overcome with desire. My body is seemingly preparing me for what is going to come next. So dulled by my insatiable lust, I don't have enough time to react. You are suddenly above me, and your arm grasps mine as you flip me totally onto my back. You ask me, clearly aroused and ready yourself, "Do you surrender?" I am just about to say no, but you play a very dirty trick on me indeed. Your lips and tongue have found my kryptonite: my neck, and they are licking, sucking, and kissing it fervently. The sensations are driving me mad. It's almost too much for my already excited body. I can feel my body bucking, trying to escape the attack on one of my most sensitive regions. It is then that I notice your hands have loosened their grip on my forearms. So, with all my might, I push against you, wrestling with you until I am no longer in your grasp. I shimmy down the bed as fast as I can, but it is apparently not fast enough. You catch one of my legs and drag me halfway, capturing the other leg. I can feel your body weight adjusting, but I don't look back. Still holding my legs, you slide me closer. All the while, I can feel my pussy getting wetter, drenching my lips, staining the bed...my body is screaming for you; it wants you so very bad. You are going to have quite the treat once you finally catch me, but I'm not ready to lose this game just yet.