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Debt

By: eronlovesyaoi



A receptionist sat at her desk in the run down front room of a bail bondsman in the worst part of town. She was doing her nails and worrying about her job. Work had been hectic lately because her boss, Jonathan, was out several grand to the wrong sort of people. Every "Failure To Appear" file that came in was immediately given to one of the bounty hunters that they worked with.

She looked around the dingy room and sighed. She was thinking about taking some time off until this whole thing blew over. Everyone was mad because Jonathan wasn't wanting to pay them up front and, of course, she was the one who had to talk to them about it. She had to tell everyone that they could pick up their checks later. It was not making her a popular person.

Just as she was considering telling Jonathan she wasn't feeling well and bailing for the day a black Mercedes pulled up outside. It was Trey- the toughest bounty hunter that they worked with. She buzzed Jonathan; "Trey's here."

"Tell him I'm not in." came back through the speaker.

Trey walked in, his entirely black ensemble clinging to his every line, and went straight to the desk. He sat down some paperwork on the FTA he had just brought in. "Jonathan isn't in, Trey." He gave her a dark look. "However, I didn't actually see him leave- you might check his office." He nodded and went past the desk to the cheap wood door in the back of the room.

Trey knocked once on the door. "Jonathan, I know you're in there, and I'm coming in. How much structural damage is done to your building is up to you."

There was a string of muffled expletives before Jonathan's face appeared. "Fine, Come in." Trey disappeared behind the door with her boss and the receptionist decided that was her cue to bow out.

Trey gave Jonathan a hard stare from across the desk and made it a point not to sit.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" asked Jonathan as he sat, decided that put him at a disadvantage, and stood again. Trey said nothing; he just stared at Jonathan in a highly unamused manner. Jonathan let out a small cough, adjusted his shirt, and started looking for a pen on his desk. "Look, things are tight right now, I'll have to pay you later."

"I don't take I.O.U.'s." said Trey calmly.

"Well, you're just going have to make an exception because I'm not go-" Jonathan let out a surprised squeal as Trey slammed his fist into the desk.

"You're going to pay me something today, Jonathan, so I'd start thinking fast."

"Look, Trey, we've always worked well together... I'm just in a bad place with some people. My bitch of a wife got me in over my head and I just need some time- I would hate for this to ruin our professional relationship."

"Bullshit. You pay me now."

"I- I can't.. I can't give you any money, Trey."

"Then what do you propose to do?"

"Maybe we can..." Jonathan nervously ran his hand through his short brown hair and looked Trey up and down. "Come to some sort of arrangement."

Trey's only reaction was a slight frown. "I don't fuck dudes Jonathan- and if I did it certainly wouldn't be you."

Jonathan looked around desperately and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm good, Trey, real good." He walked around the desk and placed his hand on Trey's broad chest. "I'm worth it.." He barely came to the man's chin. He began to move his hand lower and when Trey made no move to stop him he slowly went to his knees.

Trey watched silently as for the first time in his life a man was undoing his belt and slowly un-zipping his military style pants. He reached out and stopped Jonathan's hand before it could pull out his cock. "This isn't going to cut it..."

Jonathan looked away, ashamed, "Come on, man, you can do whatever you want to me. But I have to pay these guys off... please."

"Why don't you just do this?" Trey's voice was harsh, sarcastic, and a pained expression crossed Jonathan's face. Trey actually felt sorry for him- and a little turned on. "Just... shut up and suck my dick." He closed his eyes and waited for his first homosexual experience.

Jonathan finished un-zipping Trey's pants and pushed them open. He was wearing black boxers that were semi-tented already. Jonathan felt his hand shaking as we went to pull Trey's cock from it's prison. He had been with men before, several times in fact, but he had never felt so much like a whore.

The cock in his hand was thick and growing longer by the second. He stroked it slowly, licking the tip, and massaged the balls with his other hand. He wanted Trey to enjoy this as much as possible so even as he watched it grow huge in his hand he knew he would have to take it all down his throat.

Trey was breathing heavy. It had been awhile since his cock had been inside anything other then his own hand and Jonathan's tongue felt amazing. When his cock actually disappeared deep into a hot throat he moaned and had to lean against the desk for support. He didn't think there was anyway he could last long like this.

Jonathan moaned around Trey's dick and slid his hand down to his own. He was so hard that his pants were hurting his junk. He pulled his own cock out and began to stroke it in time with his head bobbing up and down. Trey's hands gripped the sides of Jonathan's face and he let out a long guttural noise that was all man and whore or not Jonathan was incredibly turned on.

"I wanna fuck you." Jonathan looked up, in surprise, his mouth still full of cock. "Stand up. I'm gonna fuck you over this desk."

Jonathan did as he was told. He stood and Trey pushed him face-down on the desk. He gasped as his pants and underwear were jerked to the floor. Only seconds later he could feel the hardness of Trey against his opening.

"It's a good thing you got me nice and wet." and with that he began to push his way inside of Jonathan. "Oh man, you're tighter than any pussy..." He pushed all of his cock in and then rested flush up against his partner.

Jonathan was taking shallow ragged breaths, "You're... you're so.. huge..." Trey felt incredible inside of him. He felt uncomfortable, filled, he felt like he could feel every fold and vein on Trey's dick. "Move... please.. fuck me." When he did start to move Jonathan thought he had never really had sex with a man before- not like this.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Jonathan's knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the desk. He could hear Trey grunting behind him. "God, cum inside of me, please!"

Trey's muscles were starting to tighten up and down his back. He gripped Jonathan's cock and began to stroke it fervently. He was pounding harder than ever. His fingers would leave bruises but he didn't care. He could feel Jonathan contracting around him and in a few quick thrusts he was done. "FUCK." he barked as his body went stiff.

Jonathan felt hot cum fill him in bursts and with a few more rough strokes he came as well. His semen splattered on the scarred desk and he collapsed in his own mess. Trey pulled out of him and sat in the chair behind the desk. Jonathan looked up at him, smiling easy in the haze of euphoria that is post-intercourse, "Well, does that at least cover a down payment, Trey?"

Trey shook his head and a small smile graced his lips. "Yes. In fact- I think I'll be needing payments on a regular basis from now on. Why don't I come over to your place tomorrow night?"

Debt and Repayment



It all started about a month after I arrived in New York. It was an old story, I guess - the small town girl who finds her way to the big city to find fame and glory as a dancer, a musician, or, in my case, as an actress. I had the passion, drive and talent to make myself a success. Growing up, I had never wanted anything else. As a child, I had starred in every school play, participated in every church Christmas pageant, and waved from every parade float as a harvest festival princess. And I had the looks to open a few doors along the way. I'm 19, 5'7" and fit, with long legs and nice 36C tits. I also have naturally red, curly hair that I wear long, and big beautiful blue eyes. Not the look for every part, of course, but hard to ignore nonetheless.

I said my goodbyes to my family and friends, assuring them that the next time they saw me, I would be a successful Broadway actress, and made the long bus ride to New York, arriving with nothing more than a suitcase full of clothes and a bit of money I had saved up waitressing. The money went fast - I was shocked how expensive things were - and after just a few weeks, I realized I should have come with more of a plan.

At each audition, I found that I was just one of hundreds of beautiful, talented young women, many of whom also had years of acting classes, voice coaching, and previous roles to boast on their resumes. I got a few callbacks, but not one single job. Soon, I was faced with the fact that I'd either need to go home and admit defeat - never! - or find another way to pay the bills as I waited for my big break to come.

Rather than spending my last 20 bucks on something practical like food or rent, I made the regrettable decision to try my luck at a little gambling. There was a pub in my neighborhood that was well known for its poker on Saturday evenings, and I figured I didn't have much to lose - my older brother had taught me to play back home, I knew the rules of the game, and I was a good enough actress to pull off a bluff when it mattered. What I didn't know about myself until it was too late, unfortunately, was that I had a tendency to be a bit compulsive when it came to gambling.

Things started off well, as I found myself sitting next to an attractive older man who introduced himself as a producer and bought me a steady stream of drinks as we played. His name, I learned after it occurred to me to ask, was Vinnie. He looked to be about 40, and was 6' tall with an impressive, athletic build. His dark Italian looks were complemented by his gorgeous suit, and his charm, combined with the alcohol, quickly won me over.

I won a few hands, was up about 100 bucks, and then started my downfall. I lost everything in one hand, but fortunately Vinnie spotted me some cash so I could keep playing. This is where my gambling problem became apparent. Just as soon as I was up again, I would lose everything, not knowing when to stop or hold back. By the time the night was over, I owed Vinnie $400. I was too naive at the time to realize he had taken advantage of my obvious gambling problem, and was grateful to be in debt to him rather than some of the other players at the table, who were, let's just say, less friendly.

"Don't worry, Julianne, you'll pay me back in time. In fact, I'll give you a shot right now to cut your debt in half. I'll flip this quarter - heads, you owe me another $200, tails, I'll take $200 off your debt."

"OK," I said, stupidly agreeing. Of course it was heads, just my luck.

"Hmm, OK, I have another idea," he said as we walked out of the pub. "I'll take $100 off if you come back to my place and suck my cock."

I was shocked by his forward proposition, but also intrigued. He was hot, he was charming, and I probably would have gone home with him anyway, debt or no debt. I told him as much, and he just smiled, replying, "We're close to my place, follow me." 

We barely managed to shut the door to his apartment once we got there, because I had my arms wrapped around him and he had his tongue shoved down my throat. This was not a sweet seduction, this was rough lust: we quickly tore each other's clothes off and tossed them aside as he pulled me towards his bedroom. Following through on my promise, I quickly went to work on his cock, which was already half-erect by the time I pulled it into my mouth. He immediately grabbed me by the hair to guide my motions as I worked his shaft in and out of my mouth. 

As he grew bigger, it was soon obvious to me that Vinnie's cock was much larger than that of my high school boyfriend - my only previous blow job experience - and before long, he was pounding into my throat. The last thing I remember before I apparently passed out was the gagging feeling as Vinnie groaned and shot his load deep into my throat.

When the morning light woke me and I found myself alone on Vinnie's bed, two things quickly became apparent. First, that he had me in quite a vulnerable position: either pay off my debt to him, or go home with my tail between my legs, admitting I had failed to become a star. And second, that I had been right about Vinnie. He was charming. He was a gentleman. Well, OK, he was a guy who would take advantage of a young woman's weaknesses to get sucked off. But, that said, he hadn't taken further advantage of me that night. And he had made me a delicious breakfast. 

Over that breakfast, Vinnie and I had quite an interesting conversation. You see, he had developed quite a plan, one that went well beyond just paying off my little debt to him.

"So, Julianne. I learned quite a bit about you last night. You're headstrong and determined, but you're also naive. You're adventurous and passionate, but also inexperienced. You're compulsive, and don't have the humility you need to make it in this business. And, you still owe me $300, even though you haven't got a penny to your name."

"Uh huh," I responded through a mouthful of bacon and eggs.

"So, I've got a proposal for you. Keep in mind, you're free to say no, figure out another way to get me the $300 and then get out of town. But if you really want to stay here and make it, I hope you'll consider it."

"Oh, yeah, I don't want to give up yet. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you proved yourself quite well with that spectacular blow job last night."

I blushed, put down my fork, and he continued.

"I'll let you out of your debt if you join me in two more sexual encounters today - of my choosing - consider them worth $150 a piece."

"OK, I'm listening."

"Then, you can choose to leave, I'll never bother you again and you can go back to pursuing your New York dreams on your own. Or..."

"Yes?"

"Or, I'll put you up here in this apartment, and help you make some connections in the business. But those favors will also need to be repaid, if you know what I mean."

"Hmm... OK, well, I'm up for the first proposal, and then why don't we take it from there?"

"OK, as long as you understand that you have to do exactly as I say, and I'm not going to tell you anything about these situations in advance. Giving up a little control would be good for you, I think."

"I get it, debtors can't be choosers. When do we get started?"

"Meet me back here at about noon. Come prepared for anything."

I left his spacious apartment and found my way back to my own crappy place, which was paid for only one more week. As I thought over our conversation and the situation I found myself in, I felt a strange combination of emotions. I was embarrassed, I was a bit scared, but I was also excited, both about the mysterious sexual encounter awaiting me, and also about the potential of this relationship for my career.

After showering and choosing an attractive outfit from my meager selection, I made my way back to his apartment at the appointed time. I rang the doorbell, knocked, and rang the bell again before a woman finally answered. She was strikingly beautiful, tall and dark, and wearing only a bra and panties, stockings and heels. "You must be Julianne, please, come in." The woman, at least 5'10", took my hand and led me along the same route that Vinnie and I had taken the night before, winding around a few tables and chairs and into the bedroom.

"Get undressed and lie down," she commanded, authoritative but also gently feminine. I knew the situation was such that I couldn't question, couldn't take the time to doubt what was happening. For a moment, I wondered where Vinnie was, but let that thought go out of my mind just as quickly as it had arrived.

As soon as I had completed my task, and was lying naked on Vinnie's king-sized bed, the woman climbed on top of me, holding something against her chest with one hand. The way she covered me with her body prevented me from moving, and it was soon obvious why she wanted it that way. She let her hand fall from her chest, and several long strips of silk fabric fell against my chest. One by one, she used them to tie first my hands and then my feet to the bed. I didn't fight against her, but did instinctively test the bonds, and they were firm enough to keep me from moving, but the silk fabric was quite comfortable against my skin.

I had never even imagined that I would find myself in a situation like this. Any fear I might have felt from finding myself in such a vulnerable position was quickly washed away by the pleasurable feeling of the air touching my now-exposed pussy. The woman left the room for just a moment, then returned, again climbing onto the bed next to me. Without a word, she began caressing my breasts in her hands, and I couldn't help but writhe in pleasure, straining against the fabric that held me down. After a few moments of this, she replaced one of her hands with her mouth, gently nibbling on my nipple and suckling my breast as her hand moved down to my pussy.

Already dripping as it was, she was able to quickly wet two fingers and push them into me. I was not a virgin, but could still easily count the number of times my pussy had been penetrated, so she found me to be remarkably tight. Again, I attempted to writhe beneath her, but my motions were so limited that I was completely at her mercy. She was still suckling my tits and thrusting her two - wait, now three - fingers into me when I heard Vinnie's voice in the room.

"That's enough, Sonya. I don't want her to cum until we're ready."

Sonya - I finally knew her name - pulled away from me instantly, and I groaned in disappointment.

"Oh no, Julianne. Don't groan. Show a little patience. You'll have your pleasure - just remember that it's on my terms."

I nodded as humbly as I could, and waited to see what would happen next. Vinnie climbed onto the bed with us, positioned himself between my legs, and began stroking his half-hard cock against my soaking-wet pussy lips. He motioned for Sonya to join us, and she began sucking the tip of his cock and occasionally brushing her fingers against my clit as he continued to grow outside of me.

Before long, he was ready to enter me, and I braced myself for what I was sure would be a slight bit of pain. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, but he surprised me by entering me very slowly and gently. Even though I had never had such a big cock inside of me, Vinnie's slow stroking allowed my pussy to gradually expand to take him in. The feeling was so incredibly erotic - so much better than my high school boyfriend randomly thrusting himself into me with no regard for my need for at least a few seconds of foreplay.

As Vinnie started to fuck me, Sonya positioned herself over my mouth, facing him, and I realized that I was going to taste a woman for the first time. She slowly lowered herself down to me, and I reached out my tongue her clit, gingerly at first, and then, responding to her motions, with more confidence. I wanted to use my hands, and struggled more than once to get them free, but Sonya just responded by grinding her pussy down onto my tongue, and using her own fingers to stroke her clit.

I was soon overcome by a wave of feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced. I couldn't breathe - both because my face was buried in Sonya's hot, sweet pussy, but also because Vinnie was now pounding my own pussy with such force. And the inability to move or control anyone else's motions was surprising in its erotic force - something that I would have imagined to be frustrating was instead satisfying in that it forced me to release control.

Vinnie began talking to Sonya, asking her if she was ready to cum, asking her if she liked watching him fuck the same young hottie who was eating her out. Sonya couldn't respond in words, just in grunts and groans as I released all of my own passion directly into her pussy. At that moment, she stiffened above me, and my face was covered with her juices as she came. "God, Vinnie, that was fabulous," she said to him as soon as she had recovered. "I really want you to give it to her now, pound her until you shoot your load into that tight little pussy of hers."

I was so ready, so incredibly turned on by her orgasm and his continued fucking of me, that I couldn't hold on any longer. Even before he came, I had my own orgasm, my pussy pulsing around his still-thrusting cock. It was by far the longest orgasm I had ever had, and I was still enjoying the feelings rushing through my body when I felt him cum deep inside me. Once he had finished, he quickly pulled out of me and released the silk ties on my hands and feet, allowing me to stretch and relax into a new position.

"OK, sweetie, you rest here for a little while. Then, I want you to take a shower, put on the clothes I've laid out for you over there." He pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. "Then, use one of these silk ties as a blindfold, and wait for me here on the bed. I'm going to leave with Sonya now, and I'll be back in a few hours with someone else."

Exhausted, but now incredibly excited for whatever Vinnie had planned for me next, I carefully followed his directions. The outfit was a cheerleader's uniform, short pleated skirt with matching v-neck sweater, both ridiculously tight. There were no panties or bra, which I assumed was a deliberate oversight on his part. After I had put on the clothes, I did find two hair ties which matched the fabric of the uniform, which I assumed were meant for pigtails to complete the look. After allowing a bit more time to pass, I made my way back to the bed, put on the blindfold as instructed, and sat down to wait. 

As I waited - time definitely moves more slowly when one is wearing a blindfold! - I thought back over everything that had brought me to this place. Rather than feeling any kind of resentment, I was happy to have found Vinnie. I thought back to our conversation that morning, and decided that if the next $150 encounter were anywhere near as good as the first, I would take him up on the rest of his offer, and fulfill any sexual fantasy he could dream up in exchange for the nice roof over my head and help in getting a foot in the theater door, so to speak.

Finally, I heard the door open, followed by two voices - Vinnie and... another man! Of all the scenarios I had imagined he might have planned, this wasn't one of them. As thoughts raced through my head, their voices came closer, and I heard the sounds of shoes coming off and clomping to the floor, followed by the less distinct sound of other clothes gradually being shed. Were there really two naked men in the room with me, and what exactly did Vinnie have in mind?

"Sit up, Julianne. Suck on this for a while." As soon as I was upright on the edge of the bed, Vinnie's now-familiar cock was in my mouth. Just as I had established a rhythm, bobbing up and down and enjoying the sensation as he grew in my mouth, he pulled out and said, "Now, this one!" And now there was a new cock in my mouth, a little smaller in girth but clearly longer: only half-hard, it was already reaching into my throat. Again, I worked towards a rhythm, fighting my gag reflex as this longer, thinner cock stroked my mouth.

The two men kept this up for a while, alternating a chance at my mouth, tugging on my cute pigtails as they fucked that orifice, soon both rock-hard as I fantasized about what other orifices they might want to penetrate. Almost as soon as I had the thought, I felt one of the men join me on the bed, pull me back down until my head hit the pillow, and push my legs apart. Expecting a cock, I was pleasantly surprised when I instead felt a tongue on my clit, and then stroking back and forth on the outside of my pussy lips. The other man - Vinnie, I soon learned - pulled me towards the end of the bed so that I could go back to sucking his cock while I was pleasured orally.

"I think she's ready, Vinnie, and I know I am" said the other man as I wrapped my legs around his head and pressed myself into his face. I could feel some of my juices trickle down onto my leg as he pulled away from me. This other, mystery man was now lying down on the bed, and pulled me on top of him, positioning me, still blindfolded as I was, over his cock. I took it from there, taking his cock into my hands and guiding it into my waiting pussy as I let my weight fall onto him. I loved the feel of his long thin cock inside of me, and quickly began bobbing up and down on him, relishing the sensation of depth that he was able to reach. He slowed me down a bit by reaching under my cheerleader's sweater and grabbing my tits, but I still rode him with enthusiasm.

"OK, my turn!" I heard Vinnie say as he climbed onto the bed. The two men pulled me off of one cock and onto the other, and I resumed my rhythm as quickly as I could. As I fucked Vinnie with abandon, I felt the other man get off the bed for a moment, and then return. I could sense him behind me, but didn't know what they had in mind, and frankly, was enjoying myself too much to care.

Vinnie now pulled me down from my upright position into an embrace, and slowed our pace dramatically. He reached down and pulled my cheerleader's skirt up as far as it would go, and now I felt the other man's hand on my ass. After a couple of firm slaps, I felt something cold hit my skin, and soon realized that he was massaging some kind of lubricant into the skin around my asshole, working in smaller and smaller circles until his fingers actually began penetrating my tiny virgin ass.

Vinnie had slowed his motions inside of me to almost nothing, so that all of my attention was now focused on this man's fingers. I felt something press against my tiny hole, and just as I had prepared myself for the thought of one finger entering me, I realized it was his cock. He thrust deep into me with one well-lubricated stroke, and I cried out with the initial pain and shock. Both men held still inside of me until they felt my pussy begin to pulse again with desire. Vinnie started first, stroking a few inches at first and then soon with all of his length. Once that rhythm was again established, the other man began moving inside of me as well.

I didn't last long in this scenario, and collapsed against Vinnie's chest, whispering in his ear, "Yes, yes, yes." Over and over again, 'yes' was all I could utter as these two men fucked me and I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life. The two men came within just moments of each other, pushing me to new levels of delight as their cum shot deep inside of my two holes. The three of us stayed in this position even after we had all finished, not wanting to let go of the incredible sensations.

Soon, though, both men pulled out of me, and rolled me back onto the bed as they climbed off. "Just let us get out of here, Julianne," Vinnie said, "and then you're free to take off your blindfold. And remember, you're free to leave now, or welcome to stay, it's up to you. I'll be back in a few hours, so make up your mind, and I guess I'll find out your decision when I get back."




Debt and Repayment



A few minutes later, the door closed behind them, and I was left in silence. I took off the blindfold, let my eyes adjust to the light, and made my way to the window. As I admired his fabulous view of Central Park, I thought to myself, yeah, I bet I'll stay. 



Debt Free



It had been a typical June wedding wonderful in every way. It had been held outdoors under blue skies and bright sunshine at the country club where my news were members. With the ceremony just completed, I stood next to my beautiful bride, Holly. We were receiving our guests as they made their way inside the clubhouse. A single dark cloud, thick and angry rolled overhead. Things were about to take an atypical twist.

Andre was Holly's former boss. It was obvious that he didn't like me. He was used to getting what he wanted and he wanted Holly. In fact, he had offered her a raise not to marry me. He extended his hand and offered his congratulations.

Forcing a smile, I shook his hand. I didn't like him either, he epitomized the bullies that had tormented me most of my life. My eyes widened as the former football player squeezed my hand. Pain raced from my fingers up my arm to my brain. Determined not to give him the satisfaction of a whimper, I returned his insincere well-wishes with a muted thank you. Letting go of my hand, he moved down the line to my bride. 

Holly looked gorgeous in a strapless white wedding gown. Its veil hovered around her blonde head like a halo. The dress flattered her slender body with its smallish curves. Her blue eyes sparkled beguilingly as the big black man stepped in front of her. Giggling, she said, "Andre, I'm so glad you came."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Andre's baritone voice resonated. He was a beautiful monster. His six-foot-three muscular frame towered over my petite wife. His ebony complexion shimmered in the evening sun. He had been a scholarship football player in college. Even though he was good enough for the pros, he had chosen to go to law school instead. An auspicious decision because now he was one of the most successful lawyers in the city. Taking both of her hands in his rather large ones, he said, "Holly, I'm sure sorry to lose you. If Brett ever makes you unhappy or you get tired of the rain in Seattle, you'll always have place with me."

Quietly, I fumed.

Holly sensing my unease, slipped her hands from Andre's grasp. She proclaimed, "I'm very much in love with Brett. I'll be happy with him in Seattle or anywhere else for that matter."

Chuckling, Andre looked me in eye then challenged more than asked, "May I kiss the bride?"

Before I could answer, Andre swept Holly off her feet in an overpowering embrace. His mouth hungrily covered hers. He forced her lips open with his thrusting tongue.

Yielding to the forceful domination of his lips, Holly parted hers and received his tongue into her mouth. There was a wicked intimacy to their kiss.

Caught off guard by my wife's eager response to Andre's lips, I was far from ready to deal with the situation. A jealous heat flash-burned through my body, but I remained silent.

Someone's loud cough caught Holly's attention. She pushed her hands against his chest, breaking the kiss. Her voice was husky as she directed, "You need put me down, Andre."

"Sorry, I just got carried away," he replied, setting her down. Winking roguishly at her, he added, "Congratulations on your nuptials, I hope you're happy."

He shot me an arrogant smirk then made his way into the clubhouse. It was like we were kids on the playground and he was stealing my lunch money. It dawned on me that he had gotten as much pleasure from embarrassing me as he had gotten from kissing my bride. 

Holly darted guilty glances at me as we finished greeting the remaining guests. After the last one had departed, she turned to me and locked her eyes with mine. She planted a reassuring kiss on my lips then said, "I love you."

"I wish you hadn't invited him," I whined.

"He was my boss. I had to invite him," she defended firmly. Holly had been Andre's paralegal, while I finished my master's degree in computer engineering. 

"I'll get over it," I chimed with insincerity ringing in my voice. 

Holly went on verbal offense, "It's because of his recommendation that I have a job waiting in Seattle. And, trust me we're going to need my salary in order to pay off our college debt."

Taking my hand, she squeezed it and affirmed, "I love you. I married you, so don't be jealous."

Somewhat bolstered, I escorted my bride into the clubhouse to the applause of our guests. After taking our seats, the wedding feast began. The main course was broiled salmon served with steamed veggies and fried potato croquette. I dismissed all thoughts of Andre as I discussed the future in Seattle with my new bride. 

The clinking of glasses erupted. Holly and I kissed. The guests applauded their approval. Under the table, she boldly groped my trousers for my cock. Squeezing it until it hardened, she huskily declared, "The wedding day is for the bride. The wedding night is for the groom."

"I can hardly wait," I choked. Pre-cum drooled from my cock.

With the wedding feast complete, the best man wished us well with a traditional toast. We cut the wedding cake and fed each other messy morsels of it. 

After cleaning her face with a napkin, Holly made her way on to the dance floor. She was joined by a giggling gaggle of unwed gals. She tossed her bouquet over her shoulder to a predetermined recipient, a recently engaged friend. 

My best man produced a chair and my bride took a seat. Blushing from the crowd's catcalls and wolf-whistles, Holly slowly lifted the hem of her wedding dress. My face flushed with lust as the gown's hem traversed up her legs, revealing her white fence-net stockings. I exhaled an excited breath and snagged the bridal garter resting on her thigh. I peeled the garter off her leg and studied it. It was trimmed in delicate lace and embellished with a cute little white satin flower. My nose picked up a delectable scent. I recalled that Holly had planned to spritz the garter with a body mist. The flirtatious fragrance emanating from the garter was a mixture of sweet pea, blue violet and a blush of white cedar. My cock grew hard as my olfactory system picked-up the captivating pheromones found in the body mist. I stretched the elastic garter like a sling-shot and launched it blindly over my shoulder.

Hoots and hollers were followed by shoves and pushes in the scramble for the dainty garment. Turning around, I watched Andre out jostle the others and catch the bridal vestment. Much to the crowd's delight and to my chagrin, he did a happy dance like he had just scored the winning touchdown in a bowl game. With a devious grin, he locked eyes with me and brought the garter up to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. His cock immediately grew erect, creating an obvious and obscene bulge in his trousers. Rolling his eyes, he loudly snorted, "Daaaaaamn!"

My skin reddened with a flash of heat and beads of sweat bubbled to the surface. 

The band began to play. Still irritated, I turned to Holly and led her onto the dance floor for our first dance as husband and wife. I embraced her tightly and we swayed to the romantic rhythm of the music. I relaxed and grew composed. With my bride in my arms, I felt bigger and stronger than any time in my life. I caught Andre watching us dance. I stuck my tongue out at him, his dark face pinched with aggravation. 

Holly invited everyone to join us on the dance floor. She kissed me with a passion that took my breath away. Breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, "I love you. I'm so happy."

"I am too," I agreed with a joyful smile.

My father tapped my shoulder and asked, "Mind if I dance with my daughter?"

With a chivalrous nod of my head, I spun Holly into her father's arms. Spotting my own father nearby, I joined him. A forced smile painted his face. I knew he was thinking of my mother, she had ran-off with another man some ten years ago. It had left him devastated.

"It's been a great wedding, Brett," he said. We stood side-by-side watching my bride dance with her father. With tear-reamed eyes, he choked, "You're a lucky man, Son. Don't ever let Holly get away from you. Do whatever it takes to keep her."

I patted my father on the back and replied, "I will, Dad. I'll do whatever it takes."

Holly's white-haired Polish grandmother hurried onto the dance floor when the band finished the song. She tied an apron around Holly's waist. It had a red ruffle around its edge with two big heart-shaped pockets in the front. She announced, "Time for the dollar dance."

The band struck up a jazzy melody. My father hustled onto the dance floor. Laughing, he waved a dollar bill. Soon a line of men formed and my new bride was obligated to dance with each after they stuffed a dollar in her apron pocket. My wife basked in the male attention.

I watched grinning. I never dreamed a geek like me would end up with a sultry sorority girl like Holly. Even now, I wasn't sure why she loved me. I was just happy she did. 

Andre jammed a dollar bill into Holly's apron and the smile on my face slid into a scowl. He shot me a nefarious grin and my eyes tightened into a disapproving glare.

Holly looked my way and gave me a soothing smile. The black giant embraced her and they swayed to the music. She glanced at the table stacked with gifts and nodded as he spoke to her. Turning her attention to me, she locked her eyes with mine for a moment before nodding again to Andre. The music stopped and he disappeared into the crowd.

Signaling to the maid-of-honor, Holly rushed to me. She grabbed my hand and hustled me to the gift table. After a quick search of the gifts, she picked up a small package. She again took my hand and led me out the exit. 

The maid-of-honor had ushered the guests outside and armed them with bottles of liquid soap. Laughing, we made our grand departure through a gauntlet of guests as they blew bubbles.

With a wave of goodbye, we climbed into the limousine. As the vehicle departed, my bride snuggled into my arms. She gave me a sensual kiss. Her tongue probed my mouth as she unzipped my trousers. She broke the kiss and pulled my throbbing cock from my boxers. Stroking my cock, she watched the pre-cum leak from it. She giggled, "Baby, I don't think you can wait until we get to the hotel."

Holly reached into her purse and pulled out a spray bottle. Noticing my puzzled look, she handed me the bottle and I read the label. It was a mint flavored throat desensitizer meant to alleviate the gag reflex during oral sex. Smiling, Holly explained, "It a bachelorette party gift."

She sprayed the mist into her mouth and swallowed. Her throat numbed. Grabbing my throbbing cock, she lowered her face into my lap. She lavished attention all over my cockhead. Her whirling tongue lapped drool from it. She ran her tongue up and down the length of my shaft. 

I sucked wind and wiggled in my seat. Pleasure surged through my body. Lightheaded, I curled my toes to keep from cumming. 

Suddenly, Holly pulled her face up from my cock and looked me in the eyes with profound intensity. In that moment, she connected to my soul and I felt the depth of her love. She gave me a peck on the lips then swan dived back down on my cock.

It was exhilarating, her lips parted and my cock slid along her tongue, down the precipice of her throat, into the very core of her love. The sensuality of her lips connecting to the base of my cock was incredible. My bride had given me blowjobs before, but this deep-throating had an unnamable element that joined us together emotionally as well as physically.

Holly felt my cock swell in her mouth. She knew I was ready to cum. With my cock deep in her throat she couldn't suck, so she swallowed. 

A pleasant shudder sped down the entire length of my cock. Euphoric bliss washed over me as jets of cum rocketed from my cock. I groaned, "Cum... uh...cumming."

Holly swallowed every bit of my cum. Then she cooed, "I love you Brett. I love you so much."

"I love you more that I can ever express," I gasped back. My bride sat up. I replaced my cock in my boxers and zipped my trousers.

She took my hand and squeezed it. Her face was full of apprehension. She paused for a long moment. Drawing a deep breath, she said, "We need to talk."

Like every other male on the planet, I knew what those words meant. With trepidation I responded, "Okay."

"I'm concerned about the amount of college debt we owe."

"Uh-hu."

"According to my calculations, it will take us a decade to it pay off. A decade of waiting to buy a house, a decade of waiting to have children, and a decade of waiting for our lives to be our own."

I frowned, perplexed. I asked, "Why are you bringing this up now?"

"Andre has offered to pay off all our debt," she said shaking the gift wrapped box. It rattled. She continued, "In this box is an unsigned check that will pay off our combined college debt."

"Sounds like there is something more than a check in that box," I huffed, feeling diminished.

"There is," admitted Holly. She bit her lip, girding herself with resolve. She spoke quietly, but firmly, "Inside this box is a chastity cage. For Andre to sign the check, I have to lock your cock in it while he fucks me."

I ranted, "That diabolical bastard wants you to be his whore."

"Whore, is such an ugly word." Holly's voice remained calm. "And, it's not just me that will be whoring for Andre. Not only does he want the pleasure of fucking me, he wants the pleasure of humiliating you while he's doing it."

"By locking my cock in cage," I murmured.

"Yeah, I know it's asking a lot. Can't you understand? Either we prostitute ourselves to Andre or we prostitute ourselves to our debt."

"It's not the same thing."

"Yes it is. We'll be getting fucked by our debt for a decade. Andre will just fuck us tonight."

"Why tonight?" I fussed.

"Legally our marriage isn't considered a binding contract until it has been consummated. Andre, being a lawyer, doesn't want you to be able to divorce me for adultery. He also thinks if he can thoroughly pleasure me, I'll leave you for him. It's quicker to get an annulment than a divorce."

"I knew it," I groaned, fighting back tears. It was like the schoolyard bully stealing my lunch money all over again.

Holly squeezed my hand, trying to reassure me. Softly, she said, "Andre has had the hots for me ever since I started working at the law firm. I let him know from the start that I was in love with you. And, if he continued making passes at me, I would bring a sexual harassment lawsuit against him and the firm. There could never be anything between Andre and me. I mean physically he is a black Adonis, but I find his arrogance unattractive. Sure I could fuck him, but I could never love him. I love you."

"So you really don't want to fuck Andre?" I asked hopeful, yet confused.

"I don't want to fuck him, but I'm willing to fuck him to be debt free. I'm just afraid of losing you."

"I think there's a bigger chance of me losing you than you losing me," I replied. A tear rolled down my face.

Holly lovingly wiped the tear from my check. She choked on her own emotion, "Don't believe everything you think. The truth is I could be with Andre if I wanted. But, I chose to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. This is just for one night."

I knew Holly would grow to resent me with time if I didn't agree to Andre's proposal. Every time a college debt payment was sent, she would remember there had been a way to eliminate it entirely and I had failed to act upon it. I recalled my father's admonishment, "do whatever it takes to keep her." With a heavy sigh, I said, "I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Holly kissed me and tore the giftwrap from the box. Taking the unsigned check, she stuffed it in her cleavage. Then she took the cock cage out of the box while I reluctantly undid my trousers. She had put the cock-ring on me first. It was what held the whole device in place. Having just climaxed and with the anxiety of what was yet to transpire, I remained flaccid as my bride handled my genitalia.

My wife pulled a little scrotal skin through the stainless steel ring then pushed my left testicle through it. Taking a little more skin, she pushed the other testicle through the ring too. She bent my penis downward and pulled it through the ring. With the ring in place, she slipped the tip of my cock in the cage and pulled it up towards the ring. She lined up the hole in the cage and the guide pin on the ring and pushed until it could go no further.

With a metal click, my manhood was secured within the cock cage. My humiliation had begun. I stifled a sob. My wife locked its tiny padlock. Taking off her gold necklace, she slid the silver key on it and replaced it around her neck. The limo pulled in front of our hotel and my wife gave me a loving kiss on the lips.

Taking my hand, Holly hustled us through the hotel lobby. Noticing her wedding gown, the hotel's patrons greeted us with a "good luck" round of applause. Andre was sitting at the bar nursing a martini. He raised his glass in a mock salute. A drunk sitting next to him said loud enough for me to hear, "Look at her go. She can't wait to get the honeymoon started. Hope she's gets the fuckin' of her life tonight."

I surmised she would. Just not by me. My face redden with shame. 

Firmly ensconced in the elevator, Holly pushed me against the wall. She claimed my lips with a hot tongue thrusting kiss. 

My cock strained against the steel fortress that enclosed it. I whimpered into my wife's mouth.

She broke the kiss and caressed my check, saying, "Poor Baby, I know this is going to be difficult for you. It will be physically uncomfortable and emotionally painful. And, I'm sorry for that, just stay focused on the thought that after tonight we will be debt free."

"How about I focus on how much I love you," I stammered.

"Even better," she smiled. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with a loud ding. Clasping my hand, Holly led me to the bridal suite. After sliding the keycard through the lock, I pushed the door open and started to walk through it.

Holly grabbed my arm. With a cocked eyebrow, she asked, "Aren't you going to carry your bride across the threshold?"

"You want me to carry you across the threshold so another man can fuck you?" I asked, my voice cracking with disbelief.

"Tradition holds that if a bride isn't carried over the threshold on her wedding night it brings bad luck to the marriage," Holly insisted. She continued to think long-range while I continued to struggle with the short-term.

I calmed and lifted my petite bride into my arms and carried her into the room. I put her down and she dug her cell phone out of her purse.

"You strip. I'll send Andre a text," ordered Holly. Her thumbs quickly tapped out a message.

No sooner was I naked than there was a knock at the door. Panic stricken, I stared at the door. Another impatient knock followed. 

Holly gave me a heartening kiss then commanded, "Open it."

I nodded as more demanding thumps came from behind the door. Shuffling to the door with heavy footsteps, I tried to swallow the sour taste of powerlessness in my mouth. I opened the door with a downward gaze of mortification.

Andre burst into the room. He looked me over, standing naked save for the chastity cage around my cock. His scrutiny fell on Holly, still fully dressed in her wedding gown. He licked his lips and said, "I thought maybe you changed your mind." 

"Not at all," replied Holly. She pulled the blank check from her cleavage and placed it on the table. Nodding my direction, she stated, "Brett is caged and compliant as per your request. Sign the check so we can get this over with."

"Not so fast. I'm not signing until I've emptied both my balls inside you. Understand?"

Holly nodded, but added, "As long as you understand, no anal."

"Fair enough," he replied. He turned to me and said, "Brett, you can stop me from fucking your beautiful bride at any time. Simply say stop, but if you do, I won't sign the check."




Debt Free



I nodded with a snivel.

"Aren't you going to give me the same instructions?" asked Holly.

"Once you get a look at my pussy-tamer, you won't be able to say stop," Andre replied winking at me. Laughing he added, "But, if you say stop, I will and we'll call the whole deal off."

Put off by his cockiness, Holly frowned. Forcing a smile, she said, "Let's get started. Brett, come unzip my dress."

I staggered like a drunkard behind my wife. After she lifted the veil out of the way, I slid the zipper down. The white gown slid along her petite frame and puddled on the floor. Giving me a comforting half-grin, she held my arm and stepped out of the dress.

The strapless gown had not required a bra so she hadn't wore one. Cupping each of her small breasts, she pinched her nipples to hardness. She giggled at Andre's sudden intake of breath.

His eyes were carnivore-hungry as they traversed the creamy white flesh of her breasts. In a couple of strides, he crossed the room and took my wife into his arms. He covered her mouth in a demanding kiss, driving his tongue into her mouth like he wanted to drive his cock into her cunt.

She returned his kiss with vigor. As he showered hot kisses on her lips, neck and breasts, she surrendered to the pleasure with a sigh.

I sobbed. My heart ached. My wife had never seemed sexier to me than in this moment, in another man's arms. My heart ached. I sobbed again.

Looking at me with cool blue eyes, Holly silently urged me to buck-up. She reached for my hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

Andre's expression was one of delight. He was taking pleasure from my emotional suffering. Leering at me, he lowered his head and sucked one of my wife's nipples into his mouth.

Gasping, she dropped my hand and placed it behind Andre's head urging him to suckle. His large hand completely covered her other breast. He squeezed it before playfully pinching it. He quit sucking on her nipple and flicked his tongue against it until she moaned. Looking up from her breast, he winked at me and I winched. 

From the way he was touching her, I could tell he was set on pleasuring her. My mind reeled, he really did think he could pleasure my wife away from me. Coupling his pleasing style with my complete humiliation, I thought he might even succeed.

Suddenly, Holly pushed Andre away from her breasts. She flopped down in an overstuffed chair and commanded, "Andre, get undressed. Brett, come here and get me ready to fuck."

Dazed, I obediently dropped to my knees in front of my seated wife. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her white lacey thong, I pulled it down her legs as she raised her hips. It clung provocatively to her wetness and I had to jerk it from her pussy.

"Give me," demanded Andre and I placed the damp thong in his outstretched hand. He had stripped and stood beside my wife's chair. He brought the lacey garment up to his face and inhaled her aroma. His big black cock danced across his fit abdomen in response to her heady scent. He ordered me, "Lick Holly's pussy, Brett. I want you to taste how wet she is for me."

"I need to be wet to take on that monster," Holly stated flatly, not taking her eyes off of Andre's massive man-meat. She handed me a tube of a fruit-flavored lubricant. She said, "You better get me lubed up good, Sweetie." 

A wave of worthlessness washed over me, I whimpered. Resigned, I spread Holly's legs, revealing the sexual wonders of her pussy. My bride was a natural blonde and she usually kept a just little thatch of light pubic hair above her bald labia as a reminder of that fact. Her pussy lips pouted for attention and glistened with excitement.

"You have a very beautiful pussy, Holly," Andre voiced his approval with awe. Bringing my wife's thong up to his face, he deeply inhaled her aroma again. He looked adoringly down at her as his hard thick black cock dangled in her face. Haughtily, he demanded, "Suck it. My cock has been craving your hot pussy since the day I met you. When I stick it in you, I want it to last a long, long time." 

Holly never took her eyes off mine as she grasped his cock. She wanted me to see exactly what she was doing. Her wedding ring made contact with his hard shaft and my breath caught in my throat. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed his bulbous cockhead. Then she swirled her tongue around it. She traced her tongue down his throbbing length, teasing the tender underside, he shivered intensely.

Reaching for Andre's walnut-sized balls, Holly gobbled them up. She sucked enthusiastically on them while stroking his shaft. Clutching the back of the chair, he fought off the urge to cum with a groan. Spitting out his balls, she slithered her tongue up the sensitive underside of his stiffness. When she reached the top of his cock, she clamped her mouth over its head and sucked earnestly. Unable to accommodate all his cock in her mouth, she continued stroking his remaining shank. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she sucked his cock, but they held no gleam of love. 

Catching her sex scent, my imprisoned cock strained against its cage. Taking the cap from the lubricant, I squeezed a large dollop into my hand. Huffing air into my hand, I felt the lubricant grow warm. Liberally, I rubbed it over my wife's labia. I worked a finger into her soaked snatch. My wife moaned her pleasure around Andre's cock. I lowered my head between her legs.

It was mind-blowing and heart-rending at the same time. I was preparing my wife's pussy to receive another man's cock. My feelings were a boiling cauldron of conflicting emotions and frustrating sentiments.

Using my teeth, I nipped one of her pussy lips and gently tugged it from side to side. I exposed her clit. Forcefully, I pressed the flat of my tongue against it. My wife groaned and pushed my face deeper into her cunt. Pursing my lips, I sucked vigorously on her clit. Spitting our Andre's cock, she lifted her butt up off the chair. I fought to keep my mouth on her clit as she bucked her pussy into my face. Gently, I bit her clit, pushing her over the edge of orgasm.

She cried out, "Cumming!"

After she recovered, she looked down at me. Her expression confirmed our bond. Silently, she mouthed, "I love you." 

Holly returned her attention to Andre's throbbing black cock. It was longer and thicker than mine so she wasn't able to deep-throat him. So she sucked hard on his cockhead while slowly pumping her hand up and down his shaft. 

Placing his hand on her head, Andre lovingly caressed her blonde head. He smirked at me and softly repeated, "Good girl, good girl."

When it became apparent to her that Andre was about to cum, Holly increased her suction. Hollowing her cheeks, she stroked him faster. She locked her eyes with mine with the first spurt of his cum. 

Andre hissed like a cobra as cum blasted from his cock, spewing into Holly's mouth. Squeezing his massive balls, she coaxed every drop from him.

Once he was done, Holly opened her mouth, showing Andre that he had filled her mouth with his jizz. She pulled me into a kiss and snowballed his cum into my mouth.

A wave of revulsion washed over me. Gagging, I spat and sputtered while Andre laughed at me. I hadn't expected Holly to help him degrade me. Feeling betrayed I glared at my wife.

"Your humiliation, his pleasure," she said with a pacifying tone. As if to punctuate the point, another huge dollop of cum dripped from the tip of Andre's cock.

He was so aroused that his massive member refused to soften. His cock was so swollen that every vein protruded. It throbbed with each beat of his heart right in Holly's face.

"I'm sorry, Brett," she said, darting a shamefaced glance at me. Biting her lip, she battled her trepidation. Deciding the issue, she looked up at Andre and said, "I'm so sexually turned on by you right now. Let's fuck."

Hearing my loving bride so eagerly give herself to another man was painful. I closed my eyes to hide the tears. I knew I loved Holly, but it wasn't until that moment of emotional agony that I knew just how deeply I did love her. 

"I'm going to make you cum until you pass out," bragged Andre as my wife led him to the bed by his erection.

Holly got on the bed and rolled onto her back. Salaciously spreading her legs, she offered him her most precious treasure. Her pussy was dripping wet with anticipation. A tiny rivulet of excitement escaped her cunt and ran down her bare thigh just above her stocking top. As Andre joined her on the bed, she pleaded, "Put your big black cock inside me, Andre. Fuck me."

Time stopped. The moment of catastrophic dread had arrived. It was like watching a car wreck as he eased between my bride's legs. Holly greedily grabbed his cock, aiming it at her wanton wetness. Her swollen pussy lips were penetrated by his stout cockhead. She closed her eyes and focused on the enjoyable sensation.

I was mesmerized by the scandalous sight. It was so strange, watching my wife receive another man's cock. I realized this was the place where pain, pleasure and surrender all intersected. It's the place most men feared to tread.

As the first thick inch of Andre's cock sank into her body, Holly flinched and cried out at the intense pleasure. With a determined grimace, she undulated her hips upward and attempted to capture more his big black cock inside her.

He pushed more of his long shaft into Holly and she encouraged him, panting and pleading with him to give her every inch of his cock. Withdrawing just a bit of his cock from her cunt, he elicited a protest from my wife. He revealed her shiny wetness on his ebony cock to me and challenged, "Want me to stop, Brett?"

Holly's eyes held a desperate glint as I looked at her. She shook her head, silently pleading for the copulation to continue. Unsure if she wanted to persist for the money or for the pleasure, I closed my eyes to think. 

My emotions were on a rollercoaster ride, rising and plunging with each passing thought. A humiliating tear ran down my cheek. I nodded my continued consent.

"Uh-uh, tell me you want me to fuck your wife," demanded Andre with a haughty smirk. 

Helplessly, I wept, "Please... fuck ... Holly."

Jubilantly, he laughed at my humiliation. He enjoyed it so much he curled his toes to keep from climaxing. Once he regained control, he resumed sinking his thick cock back into my wife. 

Silently, watching as this big black man slid his bare cock into my wife's willing cunt and listening to her coo with pleasure was the most humiliating experience of my life. Yet, my own traitorous cock strained against its steel enclosure, laboring to become erect. The emotional contradictions were overwhelming my mind.

Holly arched her back as Andre worked his cock into her tight snatch. Looking at me with a terrible confession in her eyes, she reached for my hand. Giving voice to her disorientation, she whimpered, "Brett...Baby...I'm sorry. His cock feels...feels...so good, so good. Forgive...please...forgive me."

Taking my wife's hand, I gave her a reassuring kiss. As our tongues intertwined, Andre pushed his remaining inches into my wife's cunt. 

She broke the kiss and barked, "Fuuuuuck!"

"You're pussy is tight," growled Andre gratified. At last, he was balls deep in her pussy. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his gigantic girth. 

"Pussy...full...so full," groaned Holly. She had taken every thick inch of him. Her cunt lips were stretched around his cock so tightly they were colored more white than pink. Gritting her teeth, she clutched my hand hard. Her entire body trembled as she hollered, "Aaaaaaaah, Fuuucckk!"

Andre snarled and bit his lip to keep from busting his nut as my wife's climaxing cunt constricted tightly around his cock.

"I... can't believe...all of it... inside me," huffed my wife. She had just experienced her first ever cock-penetration-only orgasm. 

"Wait till you feel this," boasted Andre. Flexing his ass, he sent a tremor down the length of his manhood. He grinned at me as Holly gasped. Every single inch of his immense cock vibrated inside her. He repeated the maneuver several more times, driving her to the edge of orgasm and almost insane.

Distraught by the raw sexual spectacle before me, I let go of my wife's hand. I had become a helpless spectator. 

Straining to orgasm again, Holly twisted and turned on Andre's cock. She cried out with intense pleasure as he sent another shudder down his length. Another climax tore through her body and she screamed in orgasmic relief.

Andre growled, fighting off orgasm as my wife's cunt violently convulsed around his cock like she was demon-possessed.

Peering up at me with remorse, Holly silently mouthed, "I'm sorry."

"I love you," I returned in like manner. I did love her, but it was so bizarre to watch my bride's decadent copulation with Andre.

Slowly, he withdrew his cock until just the head remained. He paused in that position while Holly's labia wrapped around his cockhead, trying to draw it back into her cunt. When she whimpered and lifted her hips, he would reward her with the full penetration of his behemoth. He made her frantic with want until she was a whimpering puddle of need. His eyes were lust filled. He wielded his cock like a weapon against me, conquering my wife with it.

I listened with dismay to her muffled cries of pleasure. My wife's moans and groans cut me like a knife. Each thrust of his cock was like a stab in my heart. With another gut-wrenching scream, she climaxed for him again. 

Andre completely withdrew his cock from Holly's now gaping gash despite her grumbled protest. He ordered her to roll over. Submissively, she complied positioning herself on all-fours with her head down and ass up. It was like she wanted me to witness her surrender in order to alleviate the guilt she felt for enjoying his cock. He reinserted his thick inches into her quivering quim as she squealed with delight.

Sensing Holly could now accommodate his huge size, Andre gripped her hips and pounded his cock into her pussy with ruthless force. Repeatedly, he drove his black spear into my willing wife's body as she babbled her elation. He changed rhythm, pausing unpredictably. Only to slowly glide his cock back into her like a deep probe. The he slapped her ass and used just his cockhead, stabbing it in and out of her pussy rapidly.

Holly looked back at me. She bit her lip as her body's pleasure wrestled with her guilt-ridden emotions. Her blue eyes pleaded. She croaked, "Please, Sweetie, please."

"It's okay for you to fuck him," I whispered, releasing her.

Emotionally emancipated, my wife held nothing back. She looked animalistic on all-fours. Grunting and groaning, she gleefully greeted each thrust of his massive manhood. She climaxed yet again on Andre's cock, much to his delight. Her body shook. She wailed, "Uh, cumming, um, cumming."

Unable to control his animalistic urges, Andre fucked Holly like a rutting stag. Ruthlessly, he thrust into her simply because I was standing there powerless. He pummeled her pussy with his massive meat, driving her face first into the bed. Viciously pulling her up by her hair, he repositioned her back on all fours, she screeched a protest. His monster cock completely disappeared into her pussy. Tears ran down her face as he bottomed out against her cervix. His eyes rolled over as his orgasm overtook him. As he pumped powerful jets of cum into my wife, she stayed perfectly still. He roared like a conquering lion, "Raaaaaahhh!"

I couldn't rip my eyes away as Andre emptied himself into my bride. My ears rang with his blissful bellows. Just as I thought he had finished, his balls would tighten again and he would send another stream of cum deep into my wife's pussy. 

Finally with his balls emptied Andre softened and his black python slipped out Holly's pussy. She collapsed into a heap on the bed. Het cunt lips gaped open and semen trickled out of her well-fucked gash.

Andre flopped down on the bed next to Holly. He asked, "Have I changed your mind?" 

My breath caught in my throat and I felt faint. I questioned the wisdom of emotionally releasing her. Would she return to me? Had Andre pleasured her away from me? 

"No, my feelings have not changed." she replied sitting up. "What we just experienced was physical pleasure, but it wasn't love. I won't settle for anything less than love."

Defeated, he rose from the bed and got dressed. Buttoning his shirt, he sadly said, "Deep down, I always knew we would end up here. It doesn't make it easy for me. I care about you, Holly." 

"I love Brett," Holly said with guilty eyes. She added, "I love my husband even more now than before you fucked me, Andre. The silent pain on his face expresses the deep love he has for me. You could never endure what he just endured and he did it for me."

"You're right of course, Holly. I could never watch you fuck another man. I usually get what I want and I don't like to share. But, I can be a gracious loser too." Andre said. He signed the check on the desk. Looking forlorn, he concluded, "I want you to have a happy life."

"Thank you," she replied coldly. She felt nothing for Andre.

Reaching for the doorknob, Andre paused and looked at me. A tear trickled down his cheek. He said to me, "It's a terrible thing having someone for just one night then knowing you'll never have them again. Brett, I envy you. Your wife really does love you."

"Quit it, Andre," snapped Holly. Her eyes were blue ice. She seethed, "You made me your whore and cuckolded my husband in the process. You don't get to be noble now, so just leave."

Silently, he nodded and walked out of our lives. The door closed and we were alone. The silence was deafening. We looked at each other, searching for the other's feelings. Finally, Holly admitted, "We're debt free now, but I feel very ashamed about what just happened. Are you okay?"

"I could really go for one of your kisses right now," I replied joining her on the bed.

She tenderly and softly kissed me, sending a comforting tingle to my core. Breaking the kiss, Holly caressed my cheek and said, "You've been hurt so bad, yet you still love me. I admire your heart and love you all more for it."

"Everyone says love hurts, but that's not true. Losing someone hurts, even Andre figured that out. Love is the only thing that takes away the pain," I said, voicing my overwrought emotions.

"You've suffered enough. I think it's time to consummate our marriage," Holly said, removing her necklace. She unlocked the cage holding my cock captive and removed it. 

A wave of passion wash over me. My cock hardened as blood rushed to it. It was almost painful. I whimpered.

Holly opened the nightstand drawer and said, "I'm going to take you into my depths were no one else has ever been."

Confused I looked in the drawer and found more goodies from her bachelorette party. Inside the drawer were a hypodermic-style lube applicator and a container of thick anal lubricant. I glanced at my wife, who pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. Smiling, I pulled the plunger from the applicator and poured the lubricant into the barrel. I replaced the plunger. And after considering its destination, I spread lube on the outside of the applicator.

Holly rolled over, drawing her knees up under herself. She pushed her butt up in the air and presented her posterior to me. Spent cum dripped from her distended pussy lips. Her pretty pink pucker winked an invitation. 

Placing the applicator between her butt-cheeks, I penetrated her anus with it. I pressed down on the plunger, pushing the thick lube into her ass. It was infused with a mint extract to help relax the sphincter. Removing the applicator, I wiggled two fingers carefully into her butthole. Twisting them in clockwise and counter-clockwise motions, I stimulated her anus, relaxing it. I spread my fingers open like scissors, stretching her rectum. Satisfied that her ass was ready for penetration, I tapped her well anointed anus with the blunt helmet of my cock.




Debt Free



She whispered, "Fuck my ass, Sweetie."

I slid slowly into my wife's asshole as she gasped in the rapture of pained-pleasure. Puffing and panting, she clutched the sheets white-knuckled. My wife looked over her shoulder at me with pain-glazed eyes. When her butthole had completely consumed my cock, she barked. I paused, feeling her tightness on every inch of my cock. In my excitement, I no longer saw Holly as my sweet bride, but as an erotic creature. I loved her so. Taking my time, I slowly withdrew my cock from her butt. When it was ready to escape her anus, I just as slowly slid it back into her. I repeated this tease again and again.

Holly's pain faded quickly and was replaced by hedonistic desire. Blissfully, she encouraged me. Telling me how much she loved me and the way I was fucking her. 

My lust grew. I gripped her hips. I pounded my cock into her ass precipitately. Blood roared in my ears. I buried myself into her. I cried out as white light burst in my brain and cum blasted from my cock. My passion drained with each lustful spurt. 

"Fill me with your cum, Lover" she cried. Her hand fumbled between us. She found then squeezed my balls as they emptied into her. She cooed tenderly, "Cum, Sweetie, cum."

The last spurt of cum shot from my cock and I caught my breath. Leaving my cock in her ass, I reached between Holly's legs. I pushed my fingers firmly against her agitated clit. Curtly, I commanded, "Cum for me, cum now."

The pressure I was placing on Holly's clit combined with the fullness of my cock in her ass. The volatile mixture detonated into orgasm. A shockwave of intense pleasure shook her whole body. Ejaculate exploded from her cunt, splattering on the bed. Euphorically, she wailed, "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"That's it," I cheered.

Completely spent, Holy collapsed on the bed barely conscious. With a grimaced grunt, she expelled my softening cock from her ass.

Freed from her clutching anal passage, I crumpled on the bed next to her. Panting, I gasped, "I've never cum so hard in my life."

Holly chuckled as she cuddled up to me. Rubbing her belly, she said, "Wow, that was so amazing. That was the first time I've ever ejaculated. I thought my pussy was turning inside out."

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it. The only thing I love more than watching you cum is making you cum," I rejoined triumphantly. 

She rested her head on my chest. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Brett, do you still love me?"

"I love you more than ever," I said, squeezing my bride tight.



Debt of Gratitude



Gilbert parked in the large commuter lot.  He started a new job today and was riding the train for his 70-mile commute into Washington.  He went into the small trailer by the side of the lot.

Gilbert stepped up to the ticket window.  “How much for a monthly pass to Washington?”

The woman selling tickets smiled.  Her long straight brown hair flowed down her back.  She looked a little plain, but her face glowed.  She had on a baggy t-shirt.  “One-hundred-eighty-four dollars.”

Gilbert wrote a check and got his pass.  He sat down on a bench to wait for the train.  Other riders came to buy their passes.  He noticed how friendly the ticket woman was with the riders.  She’d ask them how they were doing or they’d tell her about what was happening to them while she printed tickets.  One of the riders asked her out on a date and she laughed and made a joke.  The train pulled up to the station, and all the riders left.  Gilbert was the last person to leave, and he heard the ticket woman say, “Bye, have a nice day.”

Later in the week, when she wasn’t busy, the ticket lady came out and sat next to Gilbert.  She stuck out her hand.  “Hi, I’m Edie.”

Gilbert shook Edie’s hand.  “Hi, I’m Gilbert.”

“Where do you work?”

“At Amtrak.”

Edie laughed.  “Why did you buy a pass?  I thought Amtrak employees rode trains for free.”

“I’m a contractor.”

“Oh.”

“When do you work, Edie?”

“I’m here from five until eight.  I come back in the evening from five until eight.”

“Oh.  Do you like having the day free?

“Yes, although I miss not having nights sometimes.”

“There’s the train.  See you later.”

“Bye.  Have a nice day.”

Edie chatted with several riders in the morning.  Gilbert would stop at the station in the evening once or twice a month to chat with her.  He appreciated the attention.  She appreciated the company.  It helped to pass the time.  They talked about work and weekends.  Over time, Edie and Gilbert opened up to each other.  She told him about her thirty-three years of life and her failed relationships.  He talked about his forty-six years of life and failed marriage.  She started calling him Gilbert Grape, and he called her Speedy Edie.  As friendly as they were with each other, they only saw each other at the train station.

One morning Edie sat down next to Gilbert.  “Could you stop by the station this evening, Gilbert?”

“Sure Edie.  What’s up?”

“I’d rather tell you this evening.”

“Oh.  Ok, Edie.”  They sat silently until Gilbert left for the train.  He spent most of the morning wondering what Edie wanted to talk about.  He was tempted to take the early train, but work kept him busy.  He didn’t remember until the train pulled into the station that Edie wanted to talk to him.

Gilbert went into the station and sat down.  Edie sold a couple of tickets, locked the station door, and sat down next to Gilbert.  “I have something important I need to ask you, Gilbert.’

“What is it, Edie?”

Edie looked down in her lap for a while before she spoke.  “My car broke.  I can’t afford to get it fixed, and I can’t afford the down payment on a new car.”

“What happened to your car?”

“The engine block cracked.  It’d cost almost $3000 to replace it.  I could get a new car, but I need $1200 for the down payment, since my stupid car is worthless.”

“What about a used car?”

“I still need a down payment, plus if anything went wrong, I couldn’t afford the repair.”  Edie put her arm around Gilbert.  “Could you loan me $1200 Gilbert?  I’d pay it back.”

Gilbert put his arm around Edie.  “That’s a lot of money.  When do you need it?”

“I’d like to buy the car this Saturday.”

“I’ll think about it and let you know tomorrow morning.”

Edie hugged Gilbert.  “Thanks.  I knew I could count on you.”

Gilbert went home and thought about the loan.  $1200 was a lot of money.  The only reason he even considered it was because Edie had spent so much time talking to him and comforting him.  He had trouble sleeping until he decided that he’d loan her the money.

The next morning, Gilbert went into the station and sat down on the bench.  Edie sat down next to him.  “Hello Gilbert Grape.”

“Hello Speedy Edie.”

“Well?”

“Deep subject, Edie.”

Edie punched Gilbert in the arm.  “What did you decide?”

“Yes, I’ll loan you the money.”

Edie squealed and kissed Gilbert on the cheek.  “Thank you, Gilbert.  Meet me at Thompson Pontiac at 10 this Saturday.”

Gilbert cashed a couple of bonds the next morning.  He drove over to the dealer on Saturday.  He looked at the new cars until Edie drove up in her sister’s car.  

Edie walked over to Gilbert and took his arm in hers.  “Thank you for loaning me the money, Gilbert Grape.  You’re a lifesaver.  Let’s go inside.”

“Did you decide what kind of car you want?”

“Yes, a maroon Grand Prix.”

Edie and Gilbert went inside the showroom.  A salesman came over to us.  “Can I help you?”

Edie grinned and said, “Sure.  I want to buy a car.”

The salesman took Edie and Gilbert on test rides in different cars.  Edie test-drove a Grand Prix and a Grand Am.  The salesman took Edie and Gilbert to his office to discuss the financing.  Edie negotiated with the salesman for almost two hours and got a good deal.  Gilbert was impressed.  Edie signed the papers and walked Gilbert back to his car.

Edie kissed Gilbert on the cheek.  “Thanks again for the loan.  I really appreciate it.”

Gilbert gave Edie a hug.  “You’re welcome.”  He got in his car and went home.  Edie picked up her new car a week later.

A couple of months pass.  Edie doesn’t mention the loan to Gilbert.  He decides to stop in the station one evening and ask her about the loan.

Gilbert sits down on the bench.  “Hello Edie.”

Edie locks the door and sits down next to Gilbert.  “Hello Gilbert.”  She takes his hand into hers.  “I’m sorry about how I’ve been ignoring you.  I know I haven’t paid anything back.  I want to, but the car payments are already more than I can afford.  Can we work something out?”

Gilbert smiles and puts his arm around Edie.  “Sure.  What did you have in mind?”

Edie sighs.  “Would you like to have sex with me?”

Gilbert carefully considers the offer.  “Yes Edie, I would like that very much.  You don’t seem very happy about it though.”

Edie gets up and paces around the station.  “Gilbert, this isn’t easy for me.  I enjoy talking with you and like you a lot.  You’ve been a good friend.  I’m not attracted to you, but I want to pay my debt.  I don’t know how else I can do it.”

Gilbert gets up and hugs Edie.  “I don’t want to force you to do this, Edie.  You’re my friend too.  If you don’t want to have sex with me, we’ll work something else out.”

Edie sobs on my shoulder.  “How?  What else could I do that would be worth $1200?’

Gilbert stands silently and holds Edie while she cries.  After a while she stops crying and sits on the bench.

Edie puts her head in her hands.  “I’m sorry.  I thought I prepared myself for this.”  She looks up at him.  “Gilbert, I don’t have anything to offer you except me.”

Gilbert sits down and puts his arm around Edie.  “Are you sure?”

Edie looks over at Gilbert.  “Yes, I’m sure.  I’m not a nervous virgin.  I’ll do my best to give you a good time.  What’s the going rate for a call girl?”

Gilbert’s face reddens.  “Uh, I’m not sure.”

“Gilbert, don’t be coy.  You’ve told me what the strippers downtown do with you.  How much do you pay a stripper to play with you?”

“Sixty dollars.”

“So, does a hundred dollars sound fair?”

“Yes Edie.”

“Ok.  I owe you twelve fucks.  Do you mind if I pay monthly?”

“No.”

“Here’s my address and phone number.  Call me and let me know when you want to come over.”

Gilbert takes the card.  He wonders whether he’s taking advantage of a friend.  “Edie, would you kiss me?”

Edie kisses Gilbert on the cheek.

“No Edie, I want you to kiss me.  On the lips.”

Edie smiles.  “I guess that’s reasonable.”  Edie kisses Gilbert.  Their lips press together.  Gilbert tries to use his tongue.

Edie pulls away and grins.  “Not here, Gilbert Grape.  Save that for when you come over.”

Gilbert smiles and gets up.  “See you later Speedy Edie.”

Gilbert imagines getting together with Edie every morning while he waits for the train.  He waits a couple of weeks before he gets up the nerve to call Edie.  “Hello Edie, this is Gilbert.”

“Hi Gilbert Grape, what’s up?”

“I’d like to come over.  When’s a good time?”

“How about Sunday afternoon, around two?”

“That’s fine.  See you then.’

“See you.  Bye.”

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough for Gilbert.  He drives over to Edie’s apartment and rings the doorbell.

Edie answers.  She’s wearing a bathrobe.  “Come in.”

Gilbert looks around the living room.  An old, beat up sofa squats next to a cheap end table with a dim lamp.  A gray cat crouches in the corner near a food and water bowl.  “Nice place you have here.”

Edie laughs, “Yeah, right.  Let me show you the rest of the apartment.”  She turns and points to her left.  “This is the kitchen.  And over here is the bathroom.”

Gilbert peeks in.  Makeup takes up most of the tiny vanity.  Hosiery hangs from the shower bar.  “When do you wear those, Edie?”

Edie smacks Gilbert’s arm.  “When I go out, and to church.”  She walks to the back of the hall.  “And finally the bedroom.”

They go in.  A double bed and a dresser fill the room.  A small TV sits on a corner of the dresser.  Edie closes the door.  Gilbert takes Edie’s head in his hands and kisses her.  She puts her arms around his back and closes her eyes as he works his tongue around her mouth.  Her tongue does the same.

“Wow Gilbert, you’re a good kisser.”

“Thanks Edie.”

Gilbert takes a three-pack of condoms from his pocket and puts them on the dresser.  He sits down on the side of the bed.  Edie sits down next to him and takes his arm in hers.  They sit for a while.

Gilbert turns to Edie.  “Would you mind standing up and getting undressed.’

“Oh, ok Gilbert.  Promise you won’t laugh.”

Edie stands up and takes off her robe.  She’s wearing a cotton bra and panties.  She unhooks the bra and steps out of the panties.  Gilbert looks at her body.  Her breasts and nipples are small, almost boyish.  Her slim hips and long slender legs go well with her long hair.  She tries to cover up with her hands and arm.

Gilbert stands up and takes Edie’s hands in his.  “Edie, you’re very attractive.  I don’t understand why anyone would laugh.”

Edie puts her arms around Gilbert and hugs him.  She helps him get undressed and they get into bed.  He takes her into his arms and kisses her.  His hands rub her back and bottom.  He moves down and kisses and licks her nipples.  At first they’re shy, but they finally pop out.  She moves her head back and moans.  He kisses her chest and neck.

Edie rolls on her back.  “Fuck me.”

Gilbert reaches over, gets a condom, and puts it on.  He puts his arms around Edie, pulls her to him, kisses her, and rolls over so she’s on top.  “No, you fuck me.”

Edie settles herself on Gilbert’s cock.  She puts her palms on the bed and slowly rocks.  He lightly pinches her nipples as she rocks back and forth, riding up and down on his cock.  She closes her eyes and moves her head up and down as she rocks.  She rocks faster and faster until she groans and stops moving.  He can feel the orgasm pulse through her body.  She drops her head and picks it up again.

Edie starts rocking.  Gilbert pinches her nipples as she moves back and forth.  She has another orgasm, this one stronger than the first.  She collapses on his chest.  Her hand finds his arm, and she strokes it while she rests.

“That was nice Gilbert.  It’s been a while since I’ve been on top.  Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Edie.”

“You think I’m attractive?”

“Yes Edie, I do.”

“Even with my tiny breasts?”

“Yes Edie.”

Edie sighs happily.  “You still feel hard inside me.  Didn’t you orgasm?”

Gilbert strokes Edie’s back.  “No, I didn’t”

Edie pushes herself up and makes a mewing sound as she pulls herself off Gilbert’s cock.  “Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”  Edie opens the door and goes into the hallway.  She comes back with a hand towel and a tube of cream.  She sits on the bed beside him, takes the condom off, puts some cream in her palm, and strokes his cock.  “How does that feel?”

“A little softer if you don’t mind.”

Edie loosens her grip.  “Like this?”

“Yes, that feels great.  Lie down next to me.”

Edie lies down and kisses Gilbert while she strokes his cock.  After a while he ejaculates.  She cleans up with the hand towel.  “Did that feel nice?”

“Yes Edie.”

Edie grins.  “Was it worth $100?”

Gilbert grins and kisses Edie.  “Yes, it was the best $100 I’ve ever spent.”

Edie wonders if Gilbert cares for her.  Her body stiffens and her voice turns serious.  “Hold me Gilbert.”

Gilbert is concerned by the change in Edie’s voice.  He takes her in his arms.  She puts her head on his shoulder.  He holds her and moves his hand over her back for a long time.  She falls asleep in his arms.  He quietly gets up and gets dressed.  He pulls the cover over her and lets himself out.

Gilbert fondly remembers comforting Edie while he watches her talk and sell tickets.  Edie, when she’s not busy, looks over at Gilbert and reflects on how gentle and kind he was.  The month flies by for the both of them.

On a pleasant Sunday afternoon, Gilbert rings Edie’s doorbell.  She throws the door open and gives him a big kiss.  She leads him to the bedroom, closes the door, and takes off her robe.  She’s wearing a baby blue teddy with a fluffy skirt.  She twirls around.  “Do you like it, Gilbert?”

“Yes Edie, it looks very nice on you.”  Gilbert takes Edie in his arms and kisses her.  

Gilbert and Edie move to the bed and lay down.  They probe each other’s mouths with their tongues.  She puts a condom on his cock and climbs aboard.  She rocks herself on his cock while he pinches her nipples through the teddy.  After her third orgasm, she rests her head on his shoulder while he strokes her hair and back with his hand.

“That was really nice Gilbert, thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Edie.”

“Your hand feels so nice on my back.  Gilbert, could we get together every other week instead of every month?”

Gilbert laughs.  “Sure Edie.  You seem eager to pay off your debt.”

Edie grins and kisses Gilbert.  “Yes, I’m an eager beaver.”

Gilbert feels Edie squeezing his cock with her pussy.  “I’d have to agree with that.”

Edie makes a mewing sound.  “Hold me.”

Gilbert holds and comforts Edie.  After a while she gets up and gets a hand towel and cream.  She lies down next to him, kissing him while she plays with his cock until he comes.  She cleans up and helps him get dressed.

Edie stares at Gilbert so much at the station that the other riders gossip about it.  Everyone wonders what she sees in him.  Whenever anyone asks Edie about Gilbert, she replies, “No, we’re not going out.”

Another Sunday afternoon rolls around with Gilbert ringing Edie’s doorbell.  She lets him in and takes him to the bedroom.

Gilbert playfully asks, “So, what’s this I hear about us not going out?”

Edie smiles.  “Gilbert, we’re not going out.’  She kisses Gilbert.  “We’re staying in and fucking.”

“Edie, will you go out with me?”

Edie kisses Gilbert.  “Yes, I’ll go out with you.  But when?  The only day we both have free is Sunday.”

“How about next Sunday?”

“That sounds great.  Where do you want to go?”

Gilbert kisses Edie.  “How about a movie?”

“Sounds good.  You know, it’s kind of funny.  Most people date before they fuck.”

“Do you want to go out today, Edie?”

Edie kissed Gilbert.  “Hell no.  I’ve been looking forward to you coming over all week.  We’ll go out next week.”

Edie and Gilbert undress each other and get into bed.  They kiss and fondle each other.  She climbs on top of him and fucks herself to four orgasms.  She lies on his chest and rests while he rubs her back.  She gets up and brings back a hand towel.  She wipes his cock with the towel and sucks on it.  She licks and sucks on his cock like an ice cream cone.  She’s licking the head when he ejaculates.  She wipes up the come and lies down by him.

Gilbert kisses Edie.  “That was nice Edie, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Could I do that to you?”

Edie quivers.  “Hmmm, my pussy is still tingly from the sex.  Maybe next time.”

Gilbert and Edie cuddle for a while.  He holds her, rubbing her back with his fingers.  “Could we take a shower together, Edie?”

Edie snuggles in.  “Sounds interesting Gilbert.  Would you help me wash my hair?”

“Um, ok.”

Edie slaps Gilbert’s leg.  “Let’s go.”

Edie and Gilbert get up and go into the bathroom.  He gets into the shower first, and washes his hands and cock.  He steps to the back of the bathtub.  She gets in and washes her hands.  He takes the soap and rubs it all over her body while he kisses her chest and neck.  She rinses off and does the same for him.  He rinses off.  She wets her hair.  He pours the shampoo in his palm and rubs it through her hair, starting with the scalp and working his way down.  It takes a while to get shampoo through all of her hair.  He helps her rinse her hair.

They get out of the shower.  Edie dries Gilbert off.  He dries her off and uses two other towels to mostly dry her hair.  They go back to the bedroom.  She sits on the bed and brushes her hair while he watches.

Edie smiles at Gilbert.  “I’ve fucked and sucked many times in my life.  I’ve never, ever had a man help me wash my hair before.  It felt almost as good as sex.”

Gilbert grins.  “You’re welcome.”

Edie looks down at Gilbert’s stiff cock.  “You get aroused watching a woman brush her hair?”

Gilbert leans forward and kisses Edie.  “Not any woman Edie.  You.”

“Ooh, you say the sweetest things Gilbert.  You make me feel special.”

“You make me feel special too, Edie.”  Gilbert hugs Edie.

“Watch the hair.”  Edie smiles and kisses Gilbert.  “See you next week.”

Gilbert gets up and gets dressed.  “See you.”

Edie tried to play it cool at the station.  On Monday she was busy selling tickets.  On Tuesday she stopped herself from walking near Gilbert.  By Wednesday she gave up.  She sat next to Gilbert every chance she had, holding his hand in hers, staring into his eyes.  The men come up to Gilbert on the train, congratulating him.  The women try to figure out what Edie sees in Gilbert.

A beautiful Sunday afternoon finds Gilbert at Edie’s door.  She opens the door, wearing a light beige knee-length dress.

Gilbert whistles.  “You look beautiful, Edie.  I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you in a dress.”

Edie grins.  “Thank you Gilbert.  You’ve seen me undressed enough.”

Gilbert and Edie drive to the movie theater.  He buys a bucket of popcorn and a large soda.  They sit down and watch the movie.  He puts his arms around her shoulder.  She takes his hand and puts it on her breast.  He rubs his fingers on her nipple through the dress while they watch the movie.  They talk about the movie on the way back to her apartment.

Gilbert walks Edie to the door.  Edie asks, “Would you like to come in?”

“Sure.”  Edie and Gilbert go in the kitchen and have a soda.  They talk about the movie for a while.

Gilbert kisses Edie.  “I guess I’d better get going.”

Edie pouts.  “Do you have to?”

Gilbert takes Edie in his arms.  “No.  What did you have in mind?”

Edie leads Gilbert into the bedroom.

Gilbert kisses Edie.  “I didn’t want to assume we’d wind up here.”

“I could tell.  That’s a big reason why we did wind up here.  I want to show you something.”  Edie pulls up her dress.  She’d worn a garter belt and stockings, not pantyhose, without any panties.

“Ooh, how French!”

“I trimmed some of the hair.  Do you like it?”




Debt of Gratitude



“Yes Edie.”

“Good.  I remember you mentioning something about licking me there.”  Edie lies down on the bed with her dress pulled up.  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Gilbert gets on the bed.  He opens up Edie’s pussy with his hands and licks.  Her pussy is already moist.  He laps up the sweet nectar and glides his tongue around in an oval.  She moans and wiggles her hips.  He licks and sucks until her body quivers.

Gilbert sits up on the bed.

Edie looks up at Gilbert.  “Why did you stop?  It felt so good.”

Gilbert rubs the back of his neck.  “My neck was bent funny.  It hurts.”

Edie leaps into Gilbert’s lap and rubs his neck.  “I’m sorry darling.  Does this help?”

Gilbert bends his head forward.  “Yes, that feels good.”

After rubbing Gilbert’s neck a while, Edie gets up and takes the dress off.  She pulls him off the bed and helps him get undressed.  They kiss.

Edie picks up a pillow and puts it at the foot of the bed.  She pats it a couple of times.  “Lie down, Gilbert.”

Gilbert lies down.  Edie climbs on top of him on her hands and knees with her pussy over his face.  She drops down.  He licks and sucks while she moans and shivers.  After she has a couple of orgasms, she slides down his body and licks and sucks on his cock until he ejaculates.  She twists around and they cuddle and comfort each other.  Gilbert gets up, gets dressed, and goes home.

Gilbert and Edie enjoy going out and seeing each other.  The weeks pass.   They’re lying in bed one sunny Sunday afternoon, cuddling.

Gilbert smiles and turns to Edie.  “This was the twelfth time we’ve been together.  You’ve paid your debt.  I guess there’s no reason for me to come over anymore.”

Edie punches Gilbert in the arm.  “You better be kidding, Gilbert Grape.”  Her face goes blank and she starts bawling.

Gilbert is shocked and draws Edie in his arms.  She stops crying, and puts her arm around him.  They’re quiet for a long time.

Edie breaks the silence.  “I’ve been so happy that I’d forgotten all about the debt.  It hit me just how much you’ve done for me, Gilbert.  You loaned me an awful lot of money.  You’ve helped me to see what a gentle man you are and to feel so much better about myself.  I love you.’  She kisses him.  “I still owe you a huge debt.”  She draws on his chest with her finger.  “A debt I hope to spend the rest of my life repaying.”

Gilbert kisses Edie on her forehead.  “You’ve done so much for me too, Edie.  I still wonder what you see to love in this old man, and I’m grateful.  I love you.  Will you marry me?”

Edie screams so loud that Gilbert’s ears ring.  “Yes!”  She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his chest.  “Oh Gilbert, you’ve made me so happy.”

The wedding took place six months later.  A lot of Gilbert’s fellow commuters were able to attend.  Gilbert and Edie spend their two-week honeymoon riding trains around the country, enjoying the scenery, and enjoying each other’s company.