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How It All Began

By: kappacino



Its 1980, I have been at College near Soho London for two years, every day walking the same route, past the strip joints, nodding at the familiar gangster here and there, past the porn shops past the adult movie houses and past the gay cinemas. Every day, never venturing in ay head down walking quickly to my destination. Yet every day I feel that urge that desire that tingle, its just curiosity, a gay cinema? I'm not gay, I've got girl friend. Yes, I stared at guys cocks when I was in the gym, a side way glance, but that's just growing up, they were nice though.

Its just an urge, just curiosity, so today, why today this afternoon, do I walk past and stop and walk past again, that tingles growing and that's not all. For 15 minutes I keep passing the cinema, its just curiosity. The urge takes over, I look both ways, nobody must see me go in, its just curiosity, you see.

I hope to write the occaisional story on a variety of subjects, hetero, gay, bi, S&M, but as my first submission, let me know what you think

The woman at the booth she must be 50, just smiles and takes my money, no concern that at 20 I am under age for entry, but that's Soho isn't it, for some 20 is ancient, for me I am just being curious.

Entering the cinema, its dark, all I can see is a screen, two guys caressing and kissing, I cannot see the seats. As my eyes adjust, to the light I see the full shabbyness of this small cinema, 20 seats, men with coats across their knees, I feel exposed standing here but I cannot see a seat, until a man gents up shuffles past his companions to the exit, I want to follow what am doing here, but my eyes are fixed upon the screen, this young mouth sucking on this dick this gorgeous solid dick. Realising the seat is free, I squeeze past the men who stay seated, not willing to stand up, for fear of dropping their jackets on the dirty sticky floor.

I take my seat, I have no jacket, don't know why every one has one on their lap, its only later that I even think about it and smiling remember, but here and now, I am watching the screen, my hardness straining in my trousers. My neighbors leg touches mine, I shift over, but he follows, I dare not look to my side, he may think I'm gay. His knee presses mine, I can feel, his heat, as I watch this dick entering an ass on the screen, I cannot help letting out a deep sigh.

An arm stretches around me, I freeze, but am relaxed as my neck and the back of my head is stroked, pushing my head slightly to see my neighbor, he is older, much older maybe fifty, he smiles .. what should I do. I'm polite and smile back. His other hand takes mine and holds. Its strange, intoxicating holding hands with a stranger, a man older than my father, that breathing it is so heavy as I watch the on screen thrusting, I realize its me, my hips are moving too. 

My hand is moved he holds the wrist and slips me under his jacket. I expect to feel his hardness through his pants, but its flesh, its hard, its long. He wraps my hand around his dick, as he leans over and enters my mouth with his tongue. I clench his dick and wank it, swift and firm – I've done this to myself enough times, its no big deal – its not gay – the lust inside me returns his kiss, our tongues explore, my t-shirt lifted my nipples pinched. 

I feel a hand on my thigh – a third hand but its pushed aside by my friend, who feels my crutch generates a huge gyration from my hips, he squeezes and knead my cock, I'm intoxicated, a sudden powerful push from the arm around my shoulder, I am confronted by his dick, my lips are millimeters away, I try to resist, but my lust his push and in moments my lips are lasting his pre cum, my tongue licking his stalk and then as my mouth opens he thrusts deep, to the back of my throat, my head held steady, as I am forcibly deep throating – I'm forced, I'm not gay. I smell his groin, feel his pubic hair around my mouth, he is relentless, his hand no longer holding me, but I cannot move away, I bite and nibble and suck, his breathing intensifies. 

The hand beside me has returned, but now instead of stroking its removing my trousers, but my lust won't let me stop, my cock is being manhandled, this spurs me on with more vigour and intensity. I know from my chest down I am naked, probably the youngest piece of meat that's in the cinema, I am embarrassed, I am ashamed, I am lustful and I am sucking – but I am not gay. I feel the thrust, its harder and stronger, I feel the hot liquid hit the back of my throat, I swallow and swallow there is some on my lips some on my chin, most in my stomach, he goes limp in my mouth, I feel him kiss the back of my head and slip out of his chair. 

But I am blinded by lust, I notice but not notice him go, this time I have a mouth on my cock, sitting there in a t-shirt up to my neck, my trousers and pants and trainers on the floor in the spillage of previous members of the audience, I know I 'm not gay, but this curiosity. The seat is occupied, but no preliminaries this time, roughly I am forced to take another – no kissing no stroking, and I am happy, I just want to taste cock, I feel the pre cum from my own cock being worked into my ass – In know what he wants, I saw it on the screen, I know it will hurt, but I'm too busy sucking cock to care, I hear him spit, I feel his finger, then fingers, he's kind he works away at my ass, its slowly easing, while I eat this cock. As I feel him entering, with what I realise in years to come is a tiny cock, I feel the pain, I try not to bite, my head is held, the entry becomes a slow and gentle rhythmic thrust, the pain it eases, my head returns to bobbing up and down, my senses are heightened, I can smell the sweat and grime from his crotch, its spurs me on my hips respond to the thrusting behind, I feel this cock in my mouth ready to burst, there is an explosion and I try and drink as much as I can, my own cock hurts so much it wants attention, as I feel the thrusting against my insides, his nails scrape down my back, it furthers my tempo and soon I feel him come deeply thrusting and squirting his load inside me. 

Exhausted, I lay back in my seat, unconsciously stroking my member, but if I thought it was finished, then I was to be surprised as I opened my eyes to see a line of middle aged men waiting to take their turn at my recently virgin mouth and ass. 

My motion to leave was ignored as I was thrown back in my chair, how many men I had that evening, I lost count, I was filled with cum after 5 hours I when the cinema closed I was allowed home, I had been abused and used by men that should have known better, after all I'm not gay. As I left exhausted, ashamed, embarrassed and dirty I knew I'd be back to sate my curiosity again.

So that's how it started and thirty years later, here I am in the basement of an East London bath house, tied into a sling, suspended from the ceiling, exposed and used by all cummers, my face covered and my asshole dripping, my mouth opens as this 20 year pushes his cock into it for urgent relief, but I'm married, I have kids, I'm not gay

How it all began



The incident I am about to relate is absolutely true and brought about my sexual awakening. For those about to ask the question, I was twenty years old when this event took place and I've tried to tell it as it was, for at that time I was totally ignorant of sex.

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With Daddy away doing his thing in the army, one evening I went into his bedroom looking around for some dirty laundry whilst doing so I noticed a small magazine sticking out from under the bed, being curious like we women are I opened it and found it contained very explicit pictures and several extremely erotic stories.

I should tell you that my sexual experience was virtually nil at this time; perhaps the occasional romp after the local disco but nothing else. For you see my life is based upon my father's and being a military man we frequently moved from place to place making life extremely hard for those wishing to make long term friends outside of the army.

Taking the book downstairs, I turned off the television and opened the book. Here I started to read about women sucking cocks, getting fucked or even having their pussy's or arse's licked; This was all new to me, I became flushed, my pussy itched to be touched so having stripped off I read on; The more I read the more my breathing became heavier, I started to and could not stop playing with myself, my hands moved back and forth from my nipples to my clit until I had my first explosive orgasm. My wicked mind had even thought about raiding the fridge to duplicate some of the pictures I had seen.

Feeling guilty I replaced the book and resolved never to do things like that again but as the days passed my desires got the better of me, time and time again I wandered into Father's room and re-read some of the stories, I could not stop thinking about what I had read and began to fantasise about it happening to me.

During that winter, we had a gale that badly damaged our garage roof; with Daddy on leave he did a temporary repair until the weather changed so he could complete the work. Early spring Daddy rang to say that he would be home on leave the following day and would be bringing his friend Chris along so they could repair the roof. Arriving early the next day I recognised Chris as being one of Daddy's junior officers, once changed out of uniform I also noticed how fit and muscular he was in just his shorts and singlet.

Having fed them mugs of tea and bacon butties, I left them to get on with the work and by the end of the day they had replaced the roof, which only left the felt roof needing to be fixed. The following day both men were up and down the ladders when suddenly about lunchtime I heard a shout followed by a scream. I looked out and saw Daddy lying face to the ground with a large deep scratch down his back. Apparently a roll of heavy felt had slipped and rolled off the roof; Daddy seeing it coming, bent down, covered his head and took the weight of the roll on his back causing the scratch which went from his shoulder to his hip. I rushed out and helped him indoors with the intention of calling an ambulance but Daddy would not hear of it he just asked that I clean it up and dress it to prevent infection. Checking the first aid kit, I found that I had run out of lint and antiseptic cream so I asked Chris to go to the nearest chemist whilst I cleaned Daddy up.

Daddy had stripped off and got under the shower before I walked in, pulling back the shower curtain I saw from the rear what a beautiful tanned body my father had, it was wide at the shoulders, slim at the hips with a cute little white bum. I took the cotton wool dampened it then nervously began to stroke his shoulder to remove any grit, before moving on slowly down to his hip.

The way the light was situated made it difficult for me to see so I asked him to turn a little so that I could see better as he did I caught a glimpse of his cock, hanging down it was longer and thicker than I had imagined. The sight of it began to arouse me; I began to fantasise as to how big it might grow to. As I continued wiping his wound, my trembling hand came to rest on his hip with my fingers bent around his front towards his pubic hair.

I felt sure Daddy must have felt my emotions for the atmosphere was electric, what I was doing was wrong but I did not care. I sat on the edge of the bath; my fingers moving closer and closer to his groin, my right hand trembled as I rubbed the wet cotton wool around his cuts working nearer and nearer to his bottom. I decided that this had to stop so I stood, took the towel and patted his back gently; with that he turned; it was then I saw his erection, it was huge, thick with his foreskin half drawn back.

I just stood and gasped, with not a word said, he took my hand placed it on his cock and held it whilst allowing me to gently wank him. I had never felt so horny in my life, I wanked him with my right hand while my left hand fondled his heavy balls. He leant forward and kissed me inserting his tongue into my mouth, taking my breath away. All of a sudden, he stepped out of the bath, took my hand and led me slowly into his bedroom.

I went to draw the curtains but he held me back then kissed me again before starting to undo my blouse; once he had undone all the buttons he gently squeezed my breasts. Although not big, they are extremely sensitive and I found myself gasping as he stroked and plucked them through the thin material.

Turning me round he put his hands up the back of my blouse and undid my bra, then moving his hands around and under my arms he lifted my bra and cupped my breasts before starting to tweak and roll my nipples until they were rock hard. By this time I was ecstatic, my whole body shook with desire. With Daddy's body so close to me I could; through the thin material of my skirt feel his hard cock press against my backside.

Squeezing my breasts, he put his mouth close to my left ear and whispered "I want you to go over to the chair, turn it round, and then lean over the back of it." With difficulty for my body seemed drained of all energy, I did as he asked. He followed close behind me. Glanced at him as he took hold of the hem of my skirt, lifted it up then draped it onto my back. He then began to run his hands all over the cheeks of my arse and between my legs, his fingers eagerly rubbing at my pussy through the thin sopping wet material I called panties.

With only my mouth dry with anticipation, I felt my panties being pulled down, with my arse now fully exposed I heard Daddy cry "I love seeing a woman like this," feeling his hands grasp my waist I looked round and saw him kneeling down, then I felt a hot slimy tongue run between the cheeks of my arse as they were gently being prised apart. Opening my legs, his tongue first lapped the outer lips of my pussy before pushing its way into my soaking cunt. I could not help letting out a load gasp as he worked my cunt and clit from behind. I could feel myself building up to an orgasm; fingers were being pushed into me, stretching me.

Better was to follow, he started to tongue my anus at the same time. It was sending me over the edge. I started to tense up then arch backwards as he pushed his tongue in as far as it could go, with that I just came and came like a hot stream, letting out a huge cry I then collapsed over the chair. It was an amazing feeling. Now recovered I glanced back, Daddy now stood behind me, he continued to whisper to me as his hands reached for and played with my clit; I felt his cock enter slowly into my aching pussy.

Feeling some resistance he gave a hard trust making me gasp before sliding all the way into me; following a short rest, he first began to fuck me gently then, gripping my hips tighter, he began to fuck me harder, how I loved it; he went on telling me that my cunt was the tightest he had ever had and how he was going to stretch me, I was getting more and more vocal telling him to fuck me harder and faster and to use me. I was getting closer to cumming again, when suddenly he pulled out.

I cried out "Don't stop!" but he just stood me up, gently undressed me before leading me over to the bed.

I was now so sexually charged I didn't care as Daddy sat me on the bed then taking my head in both of his hands he gently pulled my face towards his stiff cock; when it brushed against my lips, I eagerly opened my mouth grabbed Daddy by the arse and pulled it in. I had never done this before so initially I gagged but its salty taste and the fact that this was happening aroused me even more. Fondling his balls, I wanted him to come in my mouth so I could taste semen for the first time but he had other plans. He leant forward and pushed me flat onto the bed then laid edgeways to me, as we gazed into each others eyes, he placed his cock into my hand then he caressed my breasts, my nipples were now very erect and tingled like never before as gently trailed his fingers across each peak before continuing to pluck and pull my nipples until they hurt with pleasure.

He then began to run his hands down towards my wet pussy teasing my curls until I could hardly take it anymore. Inserting a finger into my soaking pussy, I opened my legs to give him better access but he just pulled it out then inserted it into his mouth and sucked it dry. He repeated it again but this time his finger was placed in my mouth He knew exactly what he was doing inserting it back and forth going deeper and deeper but always missing my engorged clit. I felt so wanton he could do anything he liked and I would have loved it.

With my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, he climbed over me, as his stiff cock lined up with my mouth a pearl of pre-cum dropped off and landed on my tongue; 'Oh what nectar' then slowly he lower himself onto me, not completely down, but just enough for me to close my mouth around the tip of his cock, he then raised my legs giving him open access to my pussy which streamed with moisture; taking my clit into his mouth I again began to cum like a hot stream, Daddy with his head crushed between my thighs first began to drink my nectar before drawing my clit further and further into his mouth.

Just when Daddy was about to bring me to my third climax the bedroom door opened and Chris stood there, 'gobsmacked'. I was mortified, I tried to push Daddy off but he was too strong.

"Come on mate don't just stand there; "cried Daddy,

I could not believe what I had just heard,

"But Sir, it's your daughter!" Chris replied.

"Look, never mind that, just shut up and get stuck in, we've got a real hot one here," came Daddy's reply; within seconds Chris quickly stripped off. I tried once again to free myself but Daddy kept my legs in the air and with my engorged clit in his mouth continued teasing it with his tongue, Chris in the meanwhile had knelt between my legs, licked my anus and then try to insert his tongue inside my rectum, I cried and screamed with pleasure as I had the biggest orgasm ever, I never felt so good; by moving my head a little I could glance at the wardrobe mirror, there I saw Daddy's head hovering over my pussy eagerly sucking Chris' cock; still looking I watched as Chris' cock slowly entered my sopping pussy. It felt fantastic as he wormed then pumped slowly whilst Daddy played with his balls and continued sucking my clit.

Soon I felt a finger prod then worm its way into my rectum, again glancing at the wardrobe mirror I noticed Daddy pushing his finger deeper and deeper into me using cunt juice and spittle as lubricant. I continued watching as Daddy first used a second then a third finger to open me before sucking Chris' cock before offered it to my virgin hole.

In my mind I knew this could be very painful but I was so turned on that I did not want this to stop. Chris very gently, eased his cock in, stopping every now and then for me to get use to it, when it began to hurt, I went to cry out in pain but only I heard myself say "Yes, Yes please, please fuck me but be gentle" for this was how I felt; I wanted everything.

With Daddy dribbling spittle over Chris' cock; wishing for deep penetration I crossed my ankles behind Chris' back and drew him into me, Chris slowly began to pump my arse; it did not take long before I felt his cock beginning to twitch. God, did I want his cum in me, but strangely he pulled out and offered it to Daddy instead. In the mirror I saw Chris' cock go deep into Daddy's mouth, with cum running down his chin Daddy then eased himself up, turned around and offered it to me in a long lingering kiss. At first I gagged at the thought, and then I savoured its sweet salty texture, after all this was a kiss from the man I loved.

Chris who had wandered off into the bathroom to clean up now returned holding a tub of Vaseline, taking this as a cue Daddy took the tub from Chris and liberally coated own his cock. Chris then laid on the bed and told my to climb on top facing him; with Chris' cock posed at the entrance to my cunt I gently lowered myself down until my swollen clit ground against Chris' pubic bone, all the time Chris gently teased my nipples before taking one into his mouth before gently biting into it.

Once seated Chris then gently pulled me forward allowing Daddy to 'lube' up my arse, mounted me from the rear and proceed to fuck me.

Just like Chris, Daddy very gently, eased his cock in, stopping every now and then for me to get use to it, when it began to hurt, again I went to cry out in pain but only I heard myself say 'Yes, Yes please, please fuck me but be gentle.' Needing some distraction I cradled Chris' head between my hands and kissed him. To my surprise Chris returned my kiss with the eagerness and passion of a long lost love. As I became more relaxed I noticed the difference in cocks was unbelievable, whereas Chris' seemed to slide in smoothly; Daddy's was a lot bigger and full of bumps and ridges, which only heightening my desires.

As they slowly started to move together, I could feel both cocks separated just by that thin piece of membrane juggle against each other, they both struggled to hold their tempo, occasionally Chris would bump against my cervix causing my whole body to flinch, Daddy's slow rasping of my rectum only heightened my desire for more; for I do believe they were creating a monster, all my fantasies and desires were being fulfilled.

I could hear squelching as we moved against each other, for we were so wet, then Daddy took my hardened nipples into his hands and started fucking me faster, I could hear his balls slapping against my arse, eventually we all came, not necessary altogether for I can remember three distinct explosions, me with my pulsating cunt and arse milking their spent cocks, them squirting copious amounts of cum deep inside me.

For a time we just lay there recovering from our ordeal. Daddy went to apologise for his actions but I just placed a hand over his mouth, rolled over, kissed him then thanked him in fact I thanked both of them for they had made me very happy. Needless to say, our erotic adventures continued that day which was to become one of the greatest days of my life; it was also the day I found out that both my father and future husband were bi-sexual. But that's another story.

Oh; the garage roof, that never did get finished. Daddy had to ask a couple of 'squaddies' to come and finish off. 



How It All Began



*I had intended this particular story to have two or three more chapters, let me know if you'd like to hear more of Isabelle's story :) Thank you for reading and all of your feedback, and as always don't forget to rate ;) *

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I never thought this was where I'd end up in life. But then away, how many little girls dream to be on the streets at night selling their bodies to horny men of all ages and types for money? 

But it's not what you think, Daddy never abused me and Mama was perfect in my eyes up until the day she passed away last year. But one parent can hardly raise seven little girls on his own...I tried to say and help, but Daddy insisted I go to college. But I just couldn't do it. So instead, I faked an acceptance letter and full ride scholarship to a community college a few cities away. 

I started out fine...I got a studio apartment with the little money I had and I worked at a diner to try and save money for bills...but also because I wanted to try and send money back home to help Daddy with my sisters. 

To this day, Daddy still thinks his little girl got out, and is getting a business degree at college...I still work at the diner during the day...but at night...I hide behind an alter ego. 

It was three months after I moved away and I was walking home late one night from the diner, when a middle aged man walked up to me from the shadows of an alley and asked me if I was looking for a date.

My eyes grew wide and innocent and I tried to leave. But he flashed a fifty dollar bill, and I froze right where I was, the bill catching my eyes. There was an evil glint in his eye that made me nervous as he laughed, tucking the bill into the waist of my black skirt before he ripped open my blouse. 

I shrieked in surprise as the buttons popped off, and the air was cold upon my skin as he pushed me down onto my knees on the cold, hard ground.

The whole time my heart raced and it felt like hours and hours that I was with him, but in truth it was over in minutes.

I felt his flaccid cock slide between my lips and his fingers held a light grip in my hair as he started to grow hard in only an instant of being in my mouth. I was at a complete loss as I kneeled there. I wasn't completely innocent...but I certainly was not one who was used to having a strangers penis in my mouth with his money tucked into my skirt either! 

Moments later, there was a twitch from his member as he slid it in and out of my mouth, before I blushed and cringed from the spurt of his semen upon my tongue. 

I felt his fingers tighten around my jaw and a twinge of fear made me grow completely still. But he simply ordered me to swallow, or he'd take the fifty back. 

Closing my eyes, I cringed as I forced myself to swallow what was in my mouth, a shudder coursing through me, and he laughed down at me, tossing another bill that landed atop my cleavage.

"That's a good whore." Was all he said before he slipped back into the shadows of the alley from which he came.

For almost ten minutes I stayed kneeling there, in plain view if anyone were to come along. My blouse ripped open and moving in the light breeze and my knees dirty from the pavement. I- I didn't know what to feel, and I almost thought it all just a dream. But it was a reality, and as I looked down at the second bill upon my cleavage, I gasped as it was another fifty. The first fifty I could feel scratching the skin at my waist and it hit me like a freight train. The guilt, the degradation of what had just happened. 

I remember racing to a nearby trash can with the money in hand, intending on throwing it away, but instead, I found myself emptying the contents of my stomach with tears welling in my eyes. What had I done?! 

Gripping the money tightly, I wrapped my blouse around my exposed flesh and ran the remaining half a mile to my studio apartment. 

Once inside, the chain and bold securely locking my door, I turned on my shower and stripped down, standing naked beneath the stream of hot water, ,trying desperately to was the dirty feeling that I felt cling to my body. 

That night was one of the most sleepless nights of my life. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured that stranger and felt his cock in my mouth, and remembered the hundred dollars I'd gotten from the whole ordeal. I could have stopped it at any moment, and told him to go to hell...I could have walked away...But instead, I had thought about the money he'd tucked into my skirt and stayed, thinking to myself that I could put that money to such good use! But at the same time, now, the overwhelming shame overcame me every time I thought about how I got it...

The next morning, as soon as the post office opened, I was standing outside of it with an envelope in my hand. It had the two fifty dollar bills safely tucked away within a letter addressed to Daddy and I sighed softly as I let it drop in the outgoing mail slot.

Of course I didn't tell him where it truly came from. Instead, I made up an excuse that it was extra money from my job at the diner. With the reasoning being, that I didn't have to pay tuition (as I had faked the scholarship) or rent (as he thought it was my place on campus also covered) and it was extra he could use to help with things back home. 

Two days later, I got a call on my cell and I almost dreaded answering it. With a sigh I flipped it open trying to sound pleasant. "Hi Daddy." 

"Isabelle!" Came his worry filled voice. "What is this? I- I can't take this, Isabelle! I'm sending it back today." 

I almost forgot to talk as I thought again of how I'd gotten it, but I tried not to think about that right now. "Daddy, don't do that, please." 

There was a deep sigh from him before he spoke again. "Isabelle, you work hard for that money, you should put it in a savings for yourself. You shouldn't worry about bills that aren't your own...You have school to worry about and your own life." 

I felt guilty about all the lies I'd been telling him and almost whimpered. "But Daddy, I want to help! Please don't send it back. I want to help you and the girls...I- I promise I'm not sending anything I need myself. It was- It was just extra...and I wanted to put it to good use." I said, trying to convince him, and maybe even myself. 

"Isabelle, are- are you sure, honey? I don't want-" He tried to protest, feeling guilty about taking money from his daughter.

Closing my eyes, I cleared my throat. "Daddy, I want you to have it. You would help me if-"

"Yes, but that's how it's supposed to be. You're my daughter!" he replied earnestly. 

"Daddy, please? I want to help. You insisted I come here for school, and- and I can't help you by watching the girls and stuff anymore...So I want to do this ok?" 

By the end of the conversation, Daddy agreed to keep it, but made me swear that I wouldn't send anything that I needed for myself....

After a great deal of thinking and debating, I decided...that maybe...if that money could help my family...Well maybe I could cope with HOW I was getting it...

And it was right then and there that this, alter ego of sorts, was created. Over the upcoming weeks, I spent time thinking it through, planning, and I started taking birth control pills that I was able to get for free down at the clinic. I didn't even know if I was going to be able to go through with it at the time. But that was where it all begam for me. By day, I was myself, working at a local diner, and at night...I hid beneath a mask of make up, a blonde wig, barely clothed and sporting a flirty, promiscuous persona that was not my own...But who would be known on the street as Angel. 

Over this past year, I've developed a few regular "clients" whom I see once every two or three weeks on the weekends, which are actually most of who I see as a whole. I've made rules for myself to try and feel like I have some control over what happens. I never take less than a hundred, for anything. I always had and used condoms, and I NEVER mixed my real life and who I really was, with my alter ego on weekend nights. Keeping them separated completely was one of the only ways I managed to cope with my feelings of guilt. That, and anything I made went into a special place reserved for what I would send to help my dad and sisters. 

But today, all of that changed. I went to work as usual, in black pants and a white blouse, and the half apron that held my ticket book, pen, tips and the like, and non-slip black shoes. My long dark brown hair down around my shoulders. 

About midmorning someone came through the door and hearing the bell I came out to greet them. 

When I saw Max standing there in a suit with some other man, I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat. He- he was one of my regulars!...Or rather on of "Angel's" regulars. 

They glanced in my direction and I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. "Hi-" I croaked, blushing as I cleared my throat. "Excuse me." I apologized. "Welcome to Grady's, would you like a booth or a table?" 

Max starred at me curiously as his friend as for a booth and I nervously led them to a booth nearby trying to keep my hands from shaking as I asked what they wanted to drink. 

I looked different, I didn't wear much make up to work, and I was dressed significantly better, not to mention I was a brunette. But I could feel his eyes on me all the while as if trying to figure out who I reminded him of.

Thankfully, he couldn't seem to place me and I sighed in relief as they both left forty minutes later, near tears as I leaned against the cooler door in the back.

One of the four cooks asked me if I was ok, and I quickly hid my emotions and nodded with a smile, getting back to work. I went back out to clean their table, surprised at the tip his friend left me.

I stayed off the streets for a little while, not wanting to run into Max there, but it would seem that it was going to happen whether I liked it or not...Because I saw Max walk through the diner again two weeks later, and then he started to come in twice a week for three weeks after that, always seeming to sit in whatever section I was covering that day. He was always pleasant, though I on the other hand had to fight to control m nerves every time, he came. He never appeared to recognize me though, as Angel, thank God for that! 

About a month after he first appeared at the diner, I started to feel guilty about not sending money back home like I had been and I sighed one Saturday night, making my transformation into Angel, and walking discretely across town to my usual corner.

It was a slow night, and after a few hours I sighed and decided to call it a night, but as I started walking away, I felt like I was being followed. And when I turned around to look behind me, I nearly had a heart attack as Max stood towering over me with a sinister look upon his face. 

Trying to catch my breath, I forced a smile. "Oh! Max, Sugar, it's you! You scared me!" I exclaimed as playfully as I could manage.

His grin grew wide and I swallowed my nervousness. "W-what can I do for ya, Sugar?" I asked. 

"You've disappeared this past month, Angel. Why?" He asked in a syrupy tone. 

I shrugged. "I- I just wasn't feeling well is all Sugar...Don't think many guys would want a date with someone that has the flu." I reply with a nervous giggle. "Why did ya miss me, Sugar?" 

There was a quiet laugh, and I felt his grip tighten around my arm. "Come...I think you and I need to have a discussion...Isabelle." 

My heart nearly sank into the pit of my stomach as he called me by my real name, NO ONE on the street knew my real name. And it was then I knew that he'd figured out who I really was...

To be continued... 



How It All Began



How it all started.....

I guess like every young man I fantasized about girls all of the time. Ever since I can remember they were the focus of my attention. From magazines to girls at the pool I was completely crazy about getting near a naked girl.

So what happened? I guess I am not sure. I think it started just after I turned 18. I was 5'10" and about 145lbs., blond hair and a fairly thin frame. I grew up in a small town and since we were poor I didn't do much but hang out around neighborhood and thinking I wanted to be a bike racer I rode my bike a lot. 

Well a new guy moved to town and we befriended each other, a friendship that changed my life. Brian was an outdoors type of guy. He was always talking about hiking, fishing, and camping. Occasionally he talked about backpacking and the joys of just being outside. He was 6'0" and about 175 lbs., with reddish brown hair, broad shoulders and a small waist. He was a year older than I, and the way he talked about backpacking had me so intrigued that I told him, if he didn't mind, I would love to go along on one of his hiking trips. A few weeks later he and some other guys were going to hike a trail up in the mountains and he asked if I wanted to go along. I told him I had no idea what I was doing and asked if it was a trip a beginner could tag along on. He told me not to worry, he knew enough about back packing for the both of us. On this one trip he taught me about back packing and a whole lot more.

For the trip we were sharing a tent and one night it was really cold outside. I was bundled up still in my jeans, sweats and socks. This being my first camping trip I had to borrow another friend's sleeping bag and did not have access to the latest and greatest warm weather gear. My sleeping bag was not the nice nylon down filled ones. It was one of the cloth bags with cotton batting inside. It was really heavy and wasn't doing a very good job considering the temperatures. So in a sleeping bag with my sweats, jeans and a sweatshirt on I was still freezing. Brian said to me, "if you sleep naked you will be warmer."

"What?" I asked.

Again he repeated it, "if you sleep naked you will be warmer. The way you are dressed you are going to sweat and then the perspiration will actually make you colder and your sleeping bag will be damp. Add that to the cold air and you are just going to get colder as the night goes on."

"You have to be kidding!" I said.

"Here, see for yourself," and he pulled open his sleeping bag so I could see inside. He wasn't kidding it was about 40 degrees outside and he was buck naked in his sleeping bag.

"So you really think that it will make me warmer?" I asked.

"You don't see me shivering do you?"

I guessed he was right so I began to strip my clothes off in my sleeping bag. Finally I was naked. It was such a rush. I had always enjoyed the feeling of the cool air on my skin but this was something totally different. He said I could keep my clothes in the bag and the body heat trapped inside would make them warmer for me in the morning.

"So did you take everything off?" he asked. As if there was any other way to be completely naked.

"Yes," I said. 

"Let me see," he commanded. And before I knew it, he reached inside of my sleeping bag, felt my chest and then his hand wandered down to my cock and he wrapped his warm hand around it.

"I guess you are naked," he allowed. 

"You think so?" I muttered sarcastically. Then, I realized that he had left his hand on my cock.

Thoughts were frantically circling in my mind. What is he doing? Should I ask him to stop? No wait his hand felt good. Very different from the times I had held myself. Wait I am not into this. But before I could say anything he said, "Wow, your dick is really warm." 

"Warm?" I asked.

"Yeah. I have never felt another guy's dick before and yours is really warm. Reach in here and see." "No," I said. "I am not going to do that. You're trying to trick me and then you will make a noise or call me a fag."

"No I won't," he promised. "What am I going to do? I touched yours."

So slowly, as if almost drawn, almost without thinking, I reached into his sleeping bag and took hold of his dick. He was right. It did feel warm. What a totally different sensation. The soft pliability, the warmth, was much different than I imagined. Then as I released his dick and began to withdraw my hand he grabbed my wrist. "Wait," he breathed. "Hold it a little longer. That felt really good."

Well I wasn't about to make a lot of noise. Here was this guy older than I was and more experienced in everything and I was laying here holding his dick. What the hell, I thought. I did as he instructed and left my hand there for a while. I felt his cock harden and asked what was going on. 

"Don't worry," he said. "It is natural." 

"Really?" I exclaimed. My cock wasn't hard at all. I was scared to death and no one besides myself or a doctor had touched it, so what was going on?

"Close your eyes," he said, "you'll see it feels really good." 

What was he talking about, his dick or mine? Before I knew it my dick began to respond. I don't know if it was the warmth of his hand or the taboo of what we were doing late at night with other people sleeping near by. But before long, I was hard as well. He seemed to like this and kept his hand there longer. Finally feeling a little weirded out I rolled over and he released my cock. Shocked, I could hardly sleep. All I could think about was his hand on my cock. Was I a fag like others I heard about? Why did I let him do that? Damn having someone else hold you dick felt good for sure but there were so many negative things that go along with two guys touching each other. Either way it was exciting and my dick was at full mast. 

We still had 2 more nights left in the woods and I couldn't ask for another tent mate without drawing suspicion about us...

The next day we went about our normal tasks, hiking, identifying trees, fishing, and playing in the river. It was a beautiful winter day. The water was cold but what else were we going to do in the middle of the woods, so we spent the day splashing around in the water and just enjoying the day. 

As the day went on I couldn't get the thoughts of the night before out of my head. I mean here I was 18 and always thinking about girls but I spent time last night with another guy's cock in my hand. Was I gay? What was I thinking? Maybe I was just scared. Tonight I wouldn't do it. I won't let him touch me. Well, after dinner and all of the swapping of lies around the campfire it was time to get to bed. I thought if I got to bed first and Brian saw I was asleep he wouldn't mess with me. So I got in the sleeping bag. 

As I lay there, I started thinking about the night before and sleeping naked, thinking about how the cool air felt on my skin. So I decided I would slip out of my clothes and sleep naked again.

I was lying there pretending to be asleep. I heard Brian come in the tent and climb into his sleeping bag. I let out a sigh of relief but then realized I was relieved too soon. I felt Brian reach into my bag and around my body to take hold of my cock. What was he doing? Did he think I would let him get away with this? What was I going to do, make a scene? So I lay there feeling his hand slide down my chest towards my cock. Finally I felt the warmth of his hand as he wrapped it around my cock. Damn that felt good. Wait, I can't think that! Then it started happening. My cock began to harden. It started feeling better and better and my cock grew more and more. Finally he had me completely hard and just let his had grip me.

"I see you like that" He said. I responded my trying to roll over as if tossing and turning in my sleep.

Then I felt him reach around me and re-grip my cock. This time he gave it a squeeze. I could tell that he liked it. I know I did, but I still wanted out of the tent. 

"Don't worry," he said, "the others are doing the same thing." 

Could this be true? Were my friends lying in a tent in the cold of the night with a guy's hand wrapped around their cock? 

As I lay there he took my hand and placed it inside his sleeping bag. I knew what he wanted. Slowly I let my hand down until I felt his cock. Damn he was hard. His cock felt a little clammy and warm, but it felt good in my hand. I felt him stroke mine, so returned the favor and stroked his cock, as his tempo increased on mine I moved my had faster and faster. I could feel him getting harder and my own cock felt like it was going to burst. Then without warning he pulled away from me and rolled over. For the next hour I laid there wondering what had gone on. Why had I let him do that to me? Why did I return the favor?

The next morning we woke up and there was snow on the ground. The day consisted of everyone trying to dry out all of our gear and trying to stay warm. It was ridiculously cold and we could barely stand it. I spent the day watching all of the other guys, trying to see if there were any signs of what they had done the night before. No way they were laying there holding each others cocks, or were they? Every time I thought of what I had done, my dick would stir in my pants and I would have to go off to look for more firewood until my erection went away. 

Again the day passed without anything unusual. We just tried to stay warm. The weather was supposed to be in the low 30's and everyone was cold. Finally we decided it was time for bed. I went back to my tent and Brian was already there.. He was in his sleeping bag and I climbed into mine. After laying there for about an hour and shivering my ass off, Brian asked if I was ok. 

" No, it is freaking cold here." I was freezing. I had an old sleeping bag and it was only rated down to about the mid 40's on the low end. Here we were in the woods and the temperature was in the low 30's

"Look, let's zip our sleeping bags together so that our combined body heat keeps us warm" 

"How will that help?" I asked.

"The two of us in the same bag will keep us both warmer," he exclaimed like I was supposed to know this already. 

"Ok, let's do it," I said. It might not be the right thing on the surface but dying from hypothermia in the woods wasn't my idea of fun.

We zipped the bags together and he was right. It was much warmer with the two of us sharing a sleeping bag. Here we were two naked guys in one sleeping bag. No big deal, I thought. This beats freezing to death. Deep down I knew what was coming. So as I lay there like I was sleeping, I felt his hand around my cock again. This time without waiting I reached over and took a hold of his. I guess I had just accepted the fact that I did like how his cock felt in my hand and something about holding each other's cocks made me feel warmer. Maybe it was just how hard my heart was pounding? No matter, it sure felt good. The longer I lay there the stranger I felt. What was wrong with me? I thought. Am I gay? No way I love girls and am always trying to get into a girl's panties. 

I had fooled around with a few girls but they never let me get very far. Being from a small town, the girls were scared that anything they did would get around so most dates I had been on consisted of kissing and trying to touch a girl's boobs. Occasionally a girl would touch a guys dick but that was it and so far I hadn't gotten a girl to hold mine. All of my physical contact had been me exploring myself. Oh well, this was just a one time thing, I thought. I am ok. Then I rolled over.

This was not the right thing to do. Brian rolled over and spooned with me. I could feel his hard on against my back. Then I felt him humping up against me. What a strange feeling. The softness and warmth of his cock was a new sensation. Then it happened. I felt his cock between my cheeks. He didn't try to stick it in me but still I was being fucked. All I can remember thinking was how hard my cock had gotten. Damn. I am losing my mind. Here is this guy using me as his bitch and I was either too scared to say stop... or was it that I liked it? Then he asked if I wanted to jack off. Jack off? Was he kidding? I had jacked myself off numerous times but I had never thought about jacking off another guy till this weekend in the woods. What the hell? 

"Ummmm... are you sure?"

"Yeah it is obvious I can't sleep with this boner and it is always better to have someone else do it for you." 

I lay there and hesitated. I was not only scared to death that someone might find out but at the same time I was more excited than I had been in my entire life. I knew what I liked and just tried to do as he asked. As I felt him get harder, I jerked him faster and faster. Then I felt him get even harder and harder. I felt his cock pulse in my hand as he shot his load into the air, I felt the marmth of his cum run over my had. WOW, I thought. That was crazy. He seemed relieved and just rolled over after I let go of his softening cock. I was confused. I thought he was going to jack me too. I guess he changed his mind or felt guilty. 

Ashamed I rolled over and tossed and turned the rest of the night. I couldn't get the idea of how wild it felt and how powerful I felt, knowing that I had just gotten my friend off and the control I had over him with his cock in my hand.

The next day we had to pack up and head back home. I wondered the whole time if the other guys sharing tents had the same experience I had. I was scared but just considered it a one-time thing. I would have to get this behind me. There was no way I would ever do anything like that again.......or would I?



How it all Began



Nikolaus and Lauren had been friends for the last seven months. He had first seen her while standing at the side of the road viewing the passing Carnival revellers one sunny Sunday afternoon. He thought, yet again, how beautiful Jamaican women were but since he had already lingered on the island for over nine months he felt it was time to move on. There was just so much drinking and drug use and sun, sea, sand and sex that he could take in any one place. Next stop, Rio? Cancun? Home? He pulled the two women that he cuddled, one in either arm, closer and gazed at her and her friends dancing and laughing and enjoying their lives as they marched up the road.

It was a mild surprise when Nikolaus turned his television on that evening to see Lauren on the screen. She was being interviewed by the outside broadcast crew of a popular local station. She was telling the voyeurs at home what it meant to participate in the revelry. Nikolaus was charmed, she was obviously very friendly, and, based on the way in which she explained her experience, very intelligent as well. What got to him though was her voice. He had paid for sex on the phone from women who sounded like that. He had paid for sex from women who looked worse than she did. The off-camera interviewer said something to which she chuckled and Nikolaus felt his cock stir. At least he knew who he'd be thinking about while he fucked the two women with whom he'd spent the past four days.

"...Thank you Dr. Grant," the interviewer said as the beautiful woman on the screen looked directly into the camera, smiled a dazzling smile and waved at the viewers at home.

"Doctor? She's a doctor?" Nikolaus muttered to himself. "I'd love her to examine me." 

Nikolaus didn't see Lauren again for four weeks. He didn't even remember that she existed until he pulled over to drop his 19 year-old lover off at the sprawling Mona Campus of the University of the West Indies. Lauren crossed the Ring Road along with several other pedestrians and disappeared into a building labelled the Inter-Faculty Lecture Theatre. Nikolaus' heart skipped a beat; his breathing sped up and his cock hardened instantly. 

"Who are you, woman?" Nikolaus whispered after her. "Why can't I get away from you? Why do you affect me like this?"

He decided to follow her and found parking by paying a man to wash his vehicle until he returned. He entered the building in which he had seen the woman disappear, slipping through a door to the rear of the vast lecture theatre. He stopped short. The woman stood in front of the class delivering the lecture.

"Oh, so you're that kind of doctor." Nikolaus thought. 

He settled into a seat into the back row and watched the woman work. Not surprisingly, she was great at her job. She was knowledgeable, had an easy rapport with the students and elicited their eager participation. Nikolaus sat mesmerized, listening to her facilitate a very interesting discussion about a case in strategic management. The two hours passed too quickly as far as he was concerned. He wanted to approach the woman to tell her how much he had enjoyed her session but she was surrounded by a flock of students, anxious to draw her attention to one thing or another despite the fact that she was trying to get them out of the room to make way for the incoming lecturer.

"Nikolaus, what are you doing here?" 

Shit! Nardia was in this class!

"I came to see you, baby," Nikolaus lied smoothly. "I missed you. I was miserable...I had to see you...makes me know how much I love you now."

The girl giggled. She ran up to hug him. She groped him and he had to pull away before anyone, especially the good doctor, noticed what she was doing. It took some persuasion to convince her that he didn't want her to cut classes for the rest of the day to be with him. 

Nikolaus was careful to notice the direction in which the woman headed when she finally emerged from the lecture room. She was dressed in a comfortable African-inspired cotton pantsuit. Her dreadlocks and bold jewellery hinted at the soul of an artist rather than at the brilliant academic that she apparently was. He walked with Nardia to her next class and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before promising to pick her up when her day was done. Then he went in pursuit of the woman of his dreams.

It took him only half an hour to track her down and present himself outside her office. His heart pounding, Nikolaus berated himself for not preparing a plausible pretext for his visit. For some reason he decided that she might appreciate the truth. Nikolaus rapped at the door.

"Come!"

"Dr. Grant? Do you have a few minutes?"

"Yes, of course."

"I came to your class this morning," Nikolaus hesitated, trying to maintain eye contact. This was difficult because, since she was alone in her office, the woman had relaxed a bit and opened her blouse, revealing a magnificent pair of breasts under a black tube top. 

The woman noticed his discomfort and followed the direction of his eyes directly to her bosom. Her eyes widened and she adjusted her clothes depriving him of the fodder for his next jerk-off session. 

"How may I help you?" she asked, indicating that he take a seat.

"I came to your class this morning," Nikolaus repeated. He didn't say anything else.

"I know," she chuckled after a while. "I remember you."

"You noticed me?"

"Yes, you are not typical of my students and I tend to notice if someone joins the class in the sixth week of the semester." She smiled at him again, "So, how may I help you? I'm sorry, I didn't get your name..."

"I'm Nikolaus...Lundborg."

"Ok, Mr. Lundborg...what can I do for you today? I have a very tight schedule..."

"I've met you before," Nikolaus blurted.

The woman frowned. It was clear that she did not recognise him.

"I mean that I saw you on the television the other night and I had seen you on the road march that same day. You were with about five of your friends and you were in a little blue outfit and you were laughing and dancing and playing around and I thought you were beautiful and then I saw you today and so I followed you to your class."

The woman froze and Nikolaus saw her glance at first the telephone and then the letter-opener on her desk, and finally, at the slightly-open door.

"No, I'm not some crazed lunatic here to hurt you! I just wanted to meet you."

"Okay, you've done that," she said carefully. "If that is all... I really do have work to do." She got up from her desk and tried to move swiftly toward the door. Nikolaus anticipated this and grabbed her arm dragging her toward him. She opened her mouth as if to scream so he kissed her hard to stifle the noise. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Nikolaus groaned when her body pressed into his denim-covered erection. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you," he panted and took rough possession of her mouth again. "Please, I just wanted to meet you. Don't be afraid." He softened but deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue more gently into her mouth. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, he sucked her neck. He lifted her up to make her cleavage more accessible to his lips. He used his teeth to open her blouse again; and then to drag away her tube top. He sucked gently at her erect nipple before returning to her mouth again.

Finally, he let her go and she slumped against her desk. She was panting heavily. Her breast was still exposed and her nipple strained toward him. Nikolaus reached across and gently tucked her away, pulling her blouse together. He stood looking at her calmly.

"Get out," she said angrily.

"May I see you again?"

"Are you out of your mind?" she snapped. "Get out before I call the police!"

Nikolaus smiled, and turning away, he let himself out, quietly locking the door behind himself. He did not see the woman as she sat trembling at her desk for several minutes before she brought her hand up and lightly stroked the nipple that he had just sucked. She had an earth-shattering orgasm.

It took Nikolaus a week to go see Lauren again. He had spent the time thinking about her and about how he was going to get rid of Nardia. Ordinarily, it wasn't difficult for him to get rid of a lover that he no longer had use for, but Nardia was in the woman's class and there was the potential for complications. He did not go to the class that Nardia was in again but rather went straight to Lauren's office.

"What do you want, Mr. Lundborg?" she asked coldly, barring the door bodily and forcing him to stand in the corridor.

"You remember me," Nikolaus smiled gleefully.

She seemed startled at his response. 

"Surely you don't think that I'd forget you; you assaulted me!"

"What exactly did I do to you?" he asked, teasingly.

She could not meet his eyes. They both knew that she would never be able to speak the words to describe what he had done to her the previous week. They both knew that they had both got off several times thinking about the incident during the intervening days. They both knew that they both wanted something to happen between them today. This was why he was here and she hadn't called the security.

So Nikolaus set things in motion, he reached up and pinched one of her nipples through her blouse. He had noticed her nubs shine through her clothes when she had seen him at her door. She pulled away from him giving him access to her office. He followed her inside, slamming the door behind them but not letting go of her nipple. He used it to pull her toward him and enveloped her in another searing kiss when he folded her in his arms. He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse and stripped the garment from her body. He wrestled with the clasp on her bra breaking through violently when it wouldn't yield to him immediately. Nikolaus feasted on her breasts. He sucked them, bit, kissed, squeezed and licked them hungrily. He had been thinking about them all week and now he sated himself in a ravenous feeding frenzy.

He covered her mouth so that she wouldn't scream at his onslaught, and when she calmed down again he peeled her pants slowly over her hips and down her legs until they fell around her ankles. He made her step away from them and so she stood before him wearing only her high heels and a thong. He gazed at her hungrily for several minutes. He cupped the plump mound between her legs lovingly before spinning her around and taking one cheek in either hand he squeezed and massaged her beautiful bottom until he felt her relax under his hands. He parted her cheeks gently and licked the crack of her ass before penetrating her anus with his tongue. 

Strategic management, Nikolaus thought would be the only way to get this woman to want him. He knew that most of her countrymen would balk at giving her pleasure in this way. So, after licking and tongue-fucking her into a near frenzy he calmly got up and left her, nearly naked and trembling in her office, needing release more than anything in the world. 

"Next week," he said hoarsely as he pulled away from her. He was gone before she could even beg him to come back. This time, he left the door wide open when he left.

The first thing that Nikolaus noticed when he approached Lauren's office was that there was someone else with her; a man. Her door was wide open and the sound of his laughter erupted into the quiet hallway. Nikolaus froze. He felt an irrational stab of jealousy that took his breath away. Of course she knew other men! Of course she would have other people in her office from time-to-time! Of course she couldn't just tell this fool that she had an appointment! He had been only 10 minutes late; Erik had been more insistent than ever that it was time for him to pull himself together and come home. He needed to take some responsibility for running his family's business. 

Nikolaus wondered if she saw him if she would send the man away. Other men...as ridiculous as it seemed, he hadn't considered the possibility of another man in her life. Was she married? Was she seeing anyone? But it was the thought that she might hold their weekly tete a tete sacred that drove him forward.

"Oh there you are!" Lauren greeted him warmly. "I told Ari here that I had an appointment. I was wondering what had become of you. Nick, please meet the Chair of my dissertation committee, Professor Ari Simonian, Ari, this is Nick Lundborg, a colleague from Sweden."

"Aahhhh, I am pleased to meet you Nick."

Aahhhh, she knew that he was Swedish. Nikolaus felt a stirring in his groin at the realisation that she had been trying to research him. He tore his eyes away from her with difficulty and accepted the older man's handshake.

"Sweden? You are a bit far from home Mr. Lundborg. How do you come to know my Lauren?"

Lauren cut in hastily. It was obvious that she had given a great deal of thought to covering their tracks. "Nick is a businessman and he was interested in some of my ideas for growing mid-sized businesses in economies facing recession."

His Lauren? What the fuck is this? This old geezer? An unexpected image of Lauren, on her knees, naked, sucking this man's cock in his office flashed through his head and caused his erection to stiffen some more. An image of himself taking her anally, punishing her for being such a slut didn't help. Jeez, Nikolaus, get a grip he warned himself. Focus! He's saying something...

"Aaahhhhh yes, she is very good; no?" Simonian eyed her speculatively.

"Yes she is very good but we need to discuss her ideas some more. There are a few things that need more explanation. I met Lauren only two weeks ago but I haven't had enough time with her. I was planning to continue my exploration of her body...of work...today." He glanced at her as he said this. She was looking at the floor, unable to look at him.

"Aaahhh, I see that a new Master awaits you Lauren; I will return again at another time. It is obvious that you did not expect me, Lauren."

"No, no. My business can wait for a more convenient time. I don't want to interrupt your reunion. I will call you Dr. Grant..."

"Sit down Mr. Lundborg, I insist you do, You and I are very alike; I can see that clearly. I can also smell Lauren's arousal; and yours."

"Lauren, why don't you introduce me properly to your friend? I'm sure that he has several questions."

Lauren said nothing and Nikolaus had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to meet her eye to receive assurances from her that this intruder meant nothing; but instead he watched with increasing dread as she kept her gaze trained firmly on the floor. He noticed with some alarm that she was also trembling and he moved toward her to comfort her. 

"Stay where you are, Mr. Lundborg! Do not touch my slutty little wife!"

"Wife?" Nikolaus felt faint.

"Yes, Lauren is my wife and I did not give you permission to touch her. It is obvious that she has allowed you to touch her more than once; and for that she will be punished severely; but despite your relationship you will not touch her in front of me...not at the moment anyway."

"So the thing about you being the Chair of her..."

"Oh no, no, that is true; I married her two years after that but that was just formalising our relationship. You see Mr. Lundborg, my sweet little Lauren really is a bright little girl but she is very lazy and she needed to have someone to whom she was accountable for her progress in all things. So I instituted a system in our weekly conferences; a system of rewards and punishments. It worked very well. She excelled in her work and I...fell in love."

Nikolaus looked at Lauren to see the effect that the man's words were having on her. She still stood meekly by with her head bowed submissively. He had to wrestle with himself not to go to her. He glanced at Ari Simonian, Lauren's husband, and noticed the man smiling faintly at him. Damn! The man missed nothing with those hawk eyes of his.

"Do not worry Mr. Lundborg. I will give her to you if you prove yourself worthy of her. In fact, I hope that you really are worthy of owning my beautiful little Lauren because you would save me a great deal of trouble You see, I had not yet got around to explaining to her my true reason for coming to see her today."

It turned out that Ari Simonian's doctors had given him four months to live and that he had come to tell his wife goodbye and explain the details of his affairs to her. She would, of course become very wealthy at the time of his death but his concern was for her special needs and how she would satisfy them. It seemed that there were many solutions to her problem, ones that money could buy but at often incalculable cost and Ari genuinely loved Lauren and, ironically, couldn't bear to have her hurt by anyone.

Nikolaus watched in shocked embarrassment as Lauren ran to the man and threw herself on him. She cried genuine tears and hugged and kissed him comfortingly all over his face and neck and chest. She cuddled into him like a little girl and he stroked and petted her and fondled her openly; and it was clear that the couple forgot completely that he was there. Nikolaus' head hurt. He was puzzled. It was obvious that Lauren and this Ari person were deeply in love so what were the last two weeks about? Why was she in Jamaica on her own, while he was...wherever he was? 

Nikolaus turned to go. He wouldn't cry in front of these people. He reached the door and turned to have one last look at them. Ari Simonian was looking directly at him, his chin nestled in Lauren's hair; a sad, dreamy expression on his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Lundborg," he whispered. "Please come again next week. I have a proposition for you."

Nikolaus had not intended to return when he left Lauren's office that morning. Perhaps Erik had been right and it was time to return to Sweden and settle down. He knew that he wasn't ready though. His life felt empty. For four years he had been trying to find something? someone? to fill the void in his life. He had failed. What had he been thinking? That this woman was an angel sent to rescue him? Why, because he had seen her everywhere he turned? Because he couldn't stop seeing her even when he closed his eyes?

The week was difficult. Nikolaus tried to exorcise Lauren from his memory. He fucked 18 women in four days trying to find one who would interest him even remotely. None did. He drank. He used drugs; but her image remained burned on his retina and he remained tormented, needing... sexual release... again! 

Nikolaus groaned and fumbled desperately for his fly. He groped for his cock and wasn't surprised to find that although already semi-erect it hardened instantly as he pulled it out. Nikolaus sighed, knowing, at last what, or rather who, he really wanted.

What had Simonian said; that he'd give Lauren to him if he proved himself worthy? What the fuck was that about? He talked of punishment? Shit! His life was beginning to sound like bad porn! Despite this though, he wanted to see her again; and his dick was not going to calm down until he took her; at least once in his life. It was actually becoming embarrassing and painful how desperately he wanted her.

It was 10:10 a.m. when Nikolaus entered the room and saw the couple sitting together, talking quietly. The complementary black and white outfits that they wore were strangely erotic. They hinted at mutual ownership, at belonging; at a thing that he hadn't thought possible before because, by coincidence, he was also dressed in black and white. Nikolaus barely glanced at Lauren but focused his eyes on Ari Simonian. Yes, he was ready, he would do anything necessary to take possession of this woman.

"Good morning again, Mr. Lundborg." Ari Simonian stood and extended his hand. Nikolaus shook it firmly, his gaze locked with the older man's. 

"Good morning to you, Professor Simonian..."

"No, no! Call me Ari."

"Then you must call me Nikolaus." 




How it all Began



Nikolaus smiled his first genuine smile that morning at that. He turned to Lauren to acknowledge her presence. 

"Doctor?" he whispered nodding briefly at her, a shy smile on his lips. 

Good grief! She made him feel like such a child! An image of himself suckling her breast intruded and he was forced to look at her bookshelves in order to give himself time to calm down again. He did not wish to insult Ari Simonian or his wife.

"We shouldn't waste any time Nikolaus. Lauren has to be at her next class in a little under two hours. she has graciously asked me to make a presentation. Of course you're welcome to join us if you have nothing better to do."

Ari Simonian's words were not an invitation. The three of them knew that they would be spending all of their free time together for the rest of Ari's life. Nikolaus felt strangely comforted and excited by this prospect. There was something very compelling about the man. Nikolaus struggled not to feel dominated by him. He could understand why Lauren fell under his spell in the way that she did. He hoped that someday she would come to feel the same way about him.

"I mentioned a proposition to you Nikolaus. As you may suspect by now, Lauren and I have a unique relationship. It is a very special thing that I want to have preserved carefully after I'm gone." 

He paused to squeeze Lauren's hand reassuringly because he had heard her breathing hitch at his words. 

"My beautiful girl will need someone special to take care of her and to love her in the way that she needs in order for her to thrive. Have you ever heard of the BDSM lifestyle, Nikolaus?" 

Ari paused, gauging the way in which his words were received. If he knew anything about people, and he believed that he did, he knew that Nikolaus had never thought about sexually dominating a woman consciously but that it probably came naturally; a by-product of his wealth and influence, his exoticism in dealing with foreigners, his natural good looks and resulting sense of arrogant entitlement. 

Ari Simonian had not wasted his time since meeting Nikolaus; the week before. He had looked into his background and seen the morass of his recent life. He knew about Nikolaus' brief affair with Erik Lindstrom, his father's CFO, his subsequent flight from Sweden, obviously in confused guilt about that relationship since there was absolutely nothing else in his life to suggest that he was gay or even bisexual. Ari Simonian knew about Nikolaus' women, - all 87 of them in the past four years; he knew that he was currently sleeping with one of Lauren's students. He would insist that Nikolaus take an HIV test before he allowed him to touch Lauren again. He knew about the drinking, he knew about the drug use, he knew about the attempted suicide in Curacao, he knew everything. 

On the face of it, the man was not promising as a future husband for his precious Lauren, but Ari also saw the way in which Nikolaus looked at her. It was more than sexual hunger. He was longing to touch her soul. Ari knew that Nikolaus believed that Lauren was his saviour. She was the only person who could still reach him so far out on the ledge of complete destruction. It was this willingness to be saved that caused Ari to even entertain the thought of encouraging the relationship between his wife and this man. 

That there was sexual chemistry was obvious, but Ari wanted something more from Nikolaus. He wanted commitment. He was determined that Lauren would be this man's last conquest unless she decided to gift him with others as she had done for Ari in their own marriage. Lauren may have been sexually submissive, to him, choosing to service him as his slave when they were together; but if Ari were honest with himself, he would admit that the true power in their relationship rested with her. He needed Nikolaus to understand and accept that fact long term. It would be he, Nikolaus, who would work hard to provide pleasure for Lauren; not the other way around, Nikolaus would experience the joys of sex beyond his wildest imaginings with her but the really important thing was for Lauren to be satisfied. If Nikolaus could or would not be relied to do that then he was not the man for whom Ari looked.

"I've heard about BDSM but I have never tried it. I just know that there is torture and ropes and whips involved." 

Nikolaus paused to look hard at Ari. 

"Do you hit her?" he demanded, a surge of anger washing over him. 

The man could call it whatever he liked but Nikolaus wasn't going to allow him to hit Lauren again. He was unprepared for the harsh bark of laughter that greeted his words. 

Ari Simonian's words were low, almost a growl in the back of his throat. 

"No, Nikolaus, I don't hit her, I spank her before and during our love-making. I make her stand naked facing the corner her sore bottom on display for me as she does this. I make her strip completely naked for me whenever she's at home because I like to look at her body and I become impatient when I have to wait to see what's mine. I give her enemas and watch her expel them for me - she doesn't like that but you should see how wet her pussy gets when I do that to her! I fuck her in her ass to punish her when she's bad. When she's very bad I don't use lube before going in. I play games with her, she's my slave, she's my student, she's my patient, she's my daughter, she is my prisoner! I force her to have orgasms on demand for me. I made her lactate for me because I liked suckling her. Yes, look at me Nikolaus," Nikolaus felt his face being turned roughly to stare into Ari Simonian's cold eyes, "I enjoyed sucking my wife's breasts. I know that you do too, your breathing changed when I said that, you are rock hard, Mr. Lundborg, ROCK HARD, thinking about MY wife..." 

Nikolaus hadn't even felt the man palm the bulge in his jeans but now that he did, now that this strange man was squeezing him there he found himself having one of the most explosive orgasms that he had ever had in his life.

Nikolaus groaned, sank to his knees and hid his face. He couldn't deny it, the thought of doing these things to Lauren had excited him beyond anything that he could have believed possible. Ari wasn't finished with him though. 

"I make her wait to have her orgasms, she has them only when I give her permission. You have spoiled that! She confessed to me that she's cum many times within the last two weeks thinking about you. How dare you touch what is mine? How dare she give you what is mine? You will both be punished for this Nikolaus..."

"No," Nikolaus groaned still unable to collect his thoughts properly. "It wasn't her fault. I wanted her and I took her, I didn't ask.., I'm sorry..."

"You admit sexually assaulting my wife?"

"Yes," Nikolaus groaned, ashamed of himself. 

He knew that he was giving this man enough to have him arrested and thrown into a hell hole of a jail in a foreign country but his life just couldn't be worse than it was at the moment. He understood it at last, he was FREAKING in love with this woman and she was married to a man who was never going to let her go so long as he had breath in his body. 

Nikolaus understood also that if Ari Simonian told Lauren never to see him again even after his death that she would obey her husband. Nikolaus knew that that was exactly what the man was contemplating doing to them as punishment for the risque flirtation in which he had engaged her.

"Please! Please forgive me Ari. She is breath-taking and I lost my head. I am very sorry; very, very sorry!"

"Apologise to Lauren."

Nikolaus hesitated. Ari pulled his hair roughly and snarled into his face, "Do it now or you will never see her again," he ordered.

"I am sorry Lauren," Nikolaus said quietly. "I behaved abominably; I took advantage of you and I do not deserve your forgiveness but I am begging for it anyway. I have nothing but the highest respect for you. I-I love you..." he whispered, barely audibly. "I would do anything to make you happy..." he couldn't say anything else. 

He staggered to his feet and prepared to leave the room but remembered suddenly that Ari Simonian had said that he had to prove himself man enough for Lauren; so Nikolaus took one steadying breath and faced her boldly, stating his apology again: "Forgive me, Dr. Simonian, I am truly sorry if I have offended you and your husband. I will never disrespect you again."

Ari glanced at his wife and Nikolaus saw out of the corner of his eye, the almost imperceptible nod that Lauren gave her husband. Nikolaus had passed the first test.

Nikolaus wasn't surprised to find that Ari was brilliant at his job. Indeed, he saw where Lauren had gained her inspiration. Professor Ari Simonian had the students eating from his palm within five minutes of beginning his presentation. He handled his own introduction to the class and having swept everyone in the room off his or her feet he proceeded to deliver a masterful lecture about repositioning Jamaican companies in the current global economic climate. Nikolaus, like every student in the room, was mesmerised by Ari's wit and knowledge, his delivery and his rapport with the audience. 

It seemed to Nikolaus that the man actually became sexually charged as he did his work. He flirted with everyone in the room in general and Nikolaus knew that there was scarcely a woman, and by the looks of it, several of the young men, in the room who wouldn't give it up to him if asked. It was a sad reflection for him to realise that this brilliant man was being cut down in his prime. Life was unfair! 

He didn't want this to happen - even if it meant that he couldn't have Lauren. He wondered briefly if they could find some doctor or research facility that could help. He dismissed this idea almost immediately because re remembered that Ari was himself wealthy and so throwing money after finding a cure would not have been the problem.

He glanced at Lauren at one point and noticed silent tears running down her cheeks and it sobered him. He understood what it must have been for her as a young graduate student to find herself the object of the attentions of this man and even more poignantly, what it must be like for her to think that she was losing him now. Nikolaus vowed to do what he could to make this man's last months the happiest ever, not only for Ari but also for his wife as well. It wasn't going to be easy, there were going to be difficult days when the illness asserted itself and even without that there was Ari himself, a chameleon-like personality who could be as cold and domineering as Nikolaus had seen him in Lauren's office earlier but who could present as he was doing at the moment. 

Nikolaus glanced back toward the front of the room from his reverie and found himself staring straight into Ari Simonian's eyes. He broke the gaze. No, being with Ari Simonian would not be an easy thing, but he was going to do it.

"That went very well, Professor Simo... Ari," Nikolaus began.

"Did you doubt that it would, young man? Ari seemed amused by Nikolaus's blushes.

"No! No, of course not..."

"In any event, I'm happy that you found it useful, Nikolaus." 

Nikolaus noticed, but did not comment on the origin of Lauren's favourite expression. She even copied the man's speech patterns! He would be almost impossible to replace for her. Why he still wanted to try he couldn't really tell.

"So are we going to eat now?" Lauren asked. She turned and smiled graciously at Nikolaus, "We are vegans. Do you have any preference?"

"No," Nikolaus said, noting the collective pronoun. "I don't have any problem with vegan food."

"You almost sound Jamaican," Lauren exclaimed. She sounded pleased; and Nikolaus felt ridiculously proud of himself.

Nikolaus found himself thoroughly entertained by the couple that afternoon. There was yet another side to Ari Simonian: the playful, teddy bear that he showed to Lauren when they weren't in their D/s sex mode. They became almost childlike and inhabited a world of their own Nikolaus saw that he wasn't the only person who enjoyed the sight of Ari and Lauren flirting openly with each other. Other patrons at the trendy restaurant cast askance glances at their table. 

Nikolaus felt alternatively charmed and embarrassed to be with the couple. He broke into an open laugh when Lauren turned to a whispering couple at a table across from them, winked and said "Don't worry, we're married!" 

He wanted to be swallowed up by the ground when at one point, she disappeared under the table for much longer than the time that it would have taken her to retrieve the fork that she had dropped. The expression on Ari's face told the world that she was otherwise engaged under the table.

Again, Nikolaus found himself staring into Ari's cold blue eyes. He tried not to jump when he felt someone palm and tickle the bulge in his pants. He managed to cover the smile that threatened by sipping his drink and squirming away. Again, Ari looked at him amusedly and shook his head, chuckling disbelievingly when Lauren resurfaced.

"You have changed my little one," Ari said to his wife, reflectively. 

"You have grown bolder. I can see that it will be difficult to have you all to myself so long as your Nikolaus is here with us..." 

He lifted a quieting hand to forestall Lauren's protest, "it is alright with me. I had hoped to monopolise your attention but now that I think about it, yours may be a better idea, if your Nikolaus agrees."

Nikolaus, Lauren and Ari spent all of their free time together. The only awkward moment being when Ari decided that it was time for Nikolaus to understand what it meant to be Lauren's Dom. Nikolaus was shocked on many levels: at how matter-of-fact that Ari seemed to be about including him in their sex life; at how willing Lauren seemed to be shown to him in this light but most of all at how desperately he wanted the job of being her Dom especially after Ari explained to him the philosophy that governed his relations with his wife. Nikolaus had never been a Dom before but he wanted to accept the challenge of spending the rest of his life making this amazing woman happy and if this was what she needed then so be it.

Thus Nikolaus entered a world of ropes and whips and pain and discipline that appalled him more than turned him on. It was the start of a very testing time for him. It was not at all what he had thought it would be but he was struck by how devoted to Ari Lauren was after their sessions together. He could not believe that she wished to be treated as he had seen but he couldn't deny how much happier and confident she seemed when they interacted with the world outside their threesome after spending time with her husband. 

He did not think that he would be able to treat her as he had seen done but it seemed to him that both Ari and Lauren knew when he flinched away from the thought of assuming mastery of her and he felt that he lost their respect. He realised that much of his assumptions about the lifestyle were untrue. In reality, it was the sub who held real power and he had to learn to master himself as well as Lauren.

Lauren had just given Nikolaus the best blowjob that he had ever had in his life! He lay sprawled bonelessly on the couch trying to recover sufficiently to get up and go to Ari's side, but he couldn't. The memory of how she had made his toes curl and the involuntary groans that her mouth dragged from his throat were too fresh. He had wanted to faint, but life wasn't that kind to him, and he had retained consciousness throughout the entire event; he could not say whether that was a good thing or not. All he knew was that life without her sucking him off from time to time would never be enough for him.

"Come on Nikolaus! We don't have a lot of time," Ari chided.

Nikolaus struggled to pull his trousers up over his thighs and limped over to the man seated on the couch across from him. He and Ari were now fully dressed and Lauren completely naked except for the collar around her neck and the chained and weighted clamps that she wore on the long nipples that protruded from her big round breasts. Nikolaus chatted with Ari and did not look at Lauren because he knew from experience that if he did, he would develop another erection. 

He had always been an ass man himself, but watching Ari's fascination with his wife's magnificent breasts was beginning to challenge Nikolaus's preferences. He felt that he was spending far too much time with the Simonians because all Nikolaus wanted to do was to worry Lauren's breasts with his mouth and hear her scream his name as she had her orgasm. He couldn't forget that he had had a massive erection while he had put the clamps on her at Ari's instruction. His cock made harder by the fact that he had not wanted Ari to see it. That had turned out to be a vain hope since Ari had him pull it out and feed it to a kneeling Lauren. 

The older man then watched silently as Nikolaus began to warm to his opportunity and rape his wife's throat, filling her mouth after several minutes of animalistic fucking and groaning with his cum and rubbing the last beads that she was unable to swallow onto her face with his own cock. Ari Simonian watched Nikolaus kiss his wife deeply, demanding her mouth hungrily and tasting himself on her lips. He watched Nikolaus' hands stray to her breasts to squeeze them hard and elicit ragged breaths of pain from her. He watched Nikolaus eye his wife's ass speculatively even as he struggled to get up from the couch. 

"Come on Nikolaus, You've had your fun. I want a turn with my wife now and I want you to watch me, just as I have watched you take your pleasure from her."

Nikolaus watched jealously as Ari Simonian calmly mounted his wife, lube himself from her dripping pussy and push his hard on into her ass before beginning to ride her to within an centimetre of her life. Nikolaus knew then that Ari had known that that was what he had really wanted to do and so he was tormenting him yet again. Nikolaus knew that as much as they were all trying to make his life as pleasant as possible for him Ari Simonian was one of the angriest men alive to be leaving his full life and his beautiful wife behind. Nikolaus admired the man immensely but he did not trust him in the least.

Not taking his eyes off Lauren was no hardship for Nikolaus. He fell more in love with her with each passing day. His only difficulty was masking the fact that he feelings had shifted from lust to genuine love. Somehow he didn't want the Simonians to know this; he just wasn't sure how Ari Simonian would take it and he wasn't sure what Lauren would do if her husband objected. Again, trying to hide anything from the genius professor proved a futile effort.

"You're in love with my wife, aren't you Mr. Lundborg?" 

Shit, the man hadn't called him Mr. Lundborg in weeks! This could not be a good sign. Nikolaus tried to prevaricate.

"Well..."

"It doesn't matter. I am not long for this world and she will have the opportunity to be with you if you can convince her that you are the right man to be her new husband. Be sure that you treat her well... or I will come back for you..." Ari's joke was spoiled by the hooded coldness of his eyes.

Nikolaus wasn't aware that insanity was one of the symptoms of Ari's illness but he wasn't prepared to take any chances. He knew that he'd stick like glue to Lauren's side even if it cost him her love when it was all over.

"With all due respect Sir, I would treat her like a queen, not like my slave."

"But she wants to be treated that way!"

"I would pay attention to the fact that she liked it rough..."

"Have you learned nothing in the time that you've been with us?" Ari interrupted angrily. "Lauren does not like it rough. She likes to be disciplined, she NEEDS to be disciplined. She is stubborn and lazy. She is proud and doesn't admit to mistakes readily. She will not grow to fulfil her potential if she does not have a firm hand. She likes to be my little girl and have me guide her. I share in her successes by watching her shine; by being her audience. She has no other family here except her mother to whom she has not spoken in three years. I have tried to do something about that but she would rather be punished than go to see her. That will have to be one of my failures. I helped to make my Lauren the beautiful woman that she is today. She is a world-class citizen! Because of me she completed her PhD, plays five instruments, competes at a professional level in six sports and speaks nine languages fluently... although Swedish is not one of them..."




How it all Began



Nikolaus laughed despite himself. Somehow he had not thought so far ahead about integrating Lauren into Swedish society. For the first time he wondered about the lives of black people in Sweden. If he were honest with himself he would have to admit that he didn't number any of them among his friends. Now he wanted to marry a black woman? When did his life become so complicated? 

"You find that funny? I tell you it was like pulling teeth!" Ari declared. "My little one is stubborn and she has no idea about the phenomenal amount of potential that she has. Make no mistake, Mr. Lundborg, if I do not think that you are the man for her, the one to continue to allow her to thrive, I will not let you have her. I have a very good man in South Africa. I had actually come here to get her ready for him. I have other options in North America and in Europe; men whom she already knows. I will instruct her to go to one of them after I'm gone if you do not step up to the plate. Do you understand this?"

So there it was, out in the open at last. In a way, Nikolaus felt relieved to have the threat out in the open. He knew that he had only a little time left or his dream could be grabbed from his grasp. He had no intention of letting that happen. Nearly dead or not, Ari Simonian was fighting for continued control of his wife's life. Nikolaus had been a surprise to him but he had taken this in his stride and tolerated his presence. Nikolaus was under no illusion now that the man liked or approved of him or his relationship with his wife. In fact, he was willing to bet that Ari hated him with a passion. Ari had just taken the strategic path to eliminating him as competition. 

Nikolaus had no intention of going quietly. He reflected on this for a few moments, leaving Ari's question unacknowledged. It was sad really; he could have become one of the man's disciples. In fact, he very nearly became one. Now, he was cast in the role of the beta wolf ready to challenge the alpha while other innumerable alphas lurked hidden in the bushes, watching. He couldn't even be sure that they would honour his right to his prize even if he won her fair and square. Nikolaus made up his mind in that instant. He was ready to return to Sweden; and by God he was going to take Lauren home with him when he left.

"I understand perfectly, Ari," Nikolaus said quietly.

Lauren noticed the tension in the air as soon as she entered her home. She tried to ask Nikolaus quietly what had happened because she had left her two gentlemen in such a good spirit only four hours before when she went to teach her class and pick up a few supplies from the supermarket. Nikolaus was torn. He wanted to talk with her but didn't know what to say... he didn't think that "I suspect that your husband is capable of killing us both and I think that he'd rather do that than allow us to be together" would go down well with her.

The thought that Nikolaus may have upset Ari made Lauren very angry with him and she asked Nikolaus to leave. He refused and it was in trying to calm her that he really kissed her for the first time. This was not the lust-laden demand for her mouth, but rather a sweet comforting plea in which he managed to convey his love and longing for her. Lauren's eyes opened wide! Message received! Her breath became shallow and she tried to pull away from him, but he held on to her in a bear hug and kissed her hair tenderly. 

Nikolaus was horrified to hear Lauren sob into his chest! He held on to her anyway, and allowed her to pour out her grief at watching her husband slip from her grasp. He continued to hold her even after he looked up from one of his kisses to see Ari Simonian watching them both coldly.

"Lauren asked you to leave, Mr. Lundborg," Ari said pointedly.

"She's just upset because of your illness," Nikolaus said defensively. "Both of us are," he added as an afterthought. 

Nikolaus realised that remaining in this man's good graces, however tenuously, was his only chance. 

"Look why don't the two of you spend some time together and let me cook you a nice dinner this evening," Nikolaus offered. Lauren smiled at him gratefully, but he couldn't read Ari's impassive expression. Nikolaus patted Lauren on her back comfortingly, spun her around gently and pushed her encouragingly in the direction of her husband. He watched Ari take her away and winced as he heard their bedroom door close and the key turn in the lock!

It was some five hours before they re-emerged to share in the feast that Nikolaus had prepared for them. They were refreshed and he was relieved to see that the mood of playful bonhomie had been restored. 

"I owe you an apology, Mr. Lundborg," Ari said quietly when Lauren excused herself to get them slices of cheesecake and glasses of champagne for dessert. 

"My illness makes me irrational. This is what I hate most about it."

"Think nothing of it," Nikolaus smiled, not believing a word of this apology. "And please call me Nikolaus," he reminded Ari, gently.

To be honest, Nikolaus had spent a considerable time at their door listening to the sounds of their lovemaking and whispering. He just wanted to be sure that Lauren was safe. He had no doubt that he was prepared to break the door down if he heard anything suspicious. Guiltily, he had watched them take each other with strap-ons, he had watched Lauren go down on Ari the way in which she had gone down on him. He watched Lauren nurse her husband on her big succulent breasts and role play being his little girl; and finally he watched them sleep, on the security camera when during one of his guilt-ridden breaks he realised that he could no longer hear them. 

He had felt like a loser watching them but he couldn't take his eyes off Lauren really making love to someone whom she loved genuinely. Her playfulness and tenderness showed that she was not always a sub and he wanted to see more of that in her. It surprised him greatly that she could sometimes be a Domme and he was definitely interested in that aspect of her sexuality. He only managed to turn the camera off guiltily when he noticed how lovingly they were spooned together. No, Lauren was in no danger at the moment; his spying on her could no longer be justified.

Neither Lauren nor Nikolaus had suspected the extent of Ari's holdings in the Caribbean until he proposed a tour so that he could inspect his properties and decide which they would keep. He had invested heavily in his wife's homeland and so owned several hotels and guest houses, two sugar plantations and one of the more popular tourist attractions. He owned beachfront and mountain top villas on prime Jamaican soil; and, they were told, he had similar holdings in Puerto Rico, St. Barts, the Dominican Republic, Antigua and St. Lucia and was a major player in the manufacturing sector in Trinidad and Tobago.

Lauren was floored! It seemed to her that she did not know her husband at all! Far from being impressed, as impressive as the evidence of his business acumen was becoming, she was hurt by what she interpreted as being his lack of trust in her. She had actually stayed as a guest in some of her husband's hotels! She wondered if his penchant of seeming to know what she was up to in her life was as a result of having actual spies everywhere! She wondered if her job and meteoric rise at the university were as much about her skill as it was about his endowments. She wondered why it was that she was not allowed to live in the same country as him! She wondered who his friends were, and why it was that she knew so few of them.

Nikolaus couldn't believe it of himself when one evening Ari offered Lauren to him unsupervised and he chose to spend the evening chatting with her instead of ravishing her as he dreamed of doing every night after the Simonians had retired and he was left to his own devices. At the end of their time together Nikolaus felt that he had gained a friend and he was even more interested in the woman than he had ever been in anyone. 

It was then that the tone of his fantasies changed and he found himself fantasizing about chatting to her across from him at the table in his ancestral home, about swimming with her on the lake at his parents' summer home, about getting up with her at night to comfort their new-born baby! Jeez, he had to get a grip! He even had a name picked out for his son! Jonas! Where did that come from? He wanted a daughter named Paulina and a son named Jonas! And, more than anything, he wanted these children with Lauren!

When he went to bed later that night it didn't take him long to drift off to sleep because he found that he had the sweetest of feelings by just dreaming about driving through the Swedish countryside with Lauren and their children. He couldn't remember being happier.

"I haven't seen you around for a while, Nikolaus," Nardia said accusingly.

"I've been very busy."

"Doing what?"

"I've been trying to sort my life out." 

Nikolaus made a decision. He sighed. 

"Look, Nardia, this isn't going to work out... You and me, we..."

"You sleeping with Dr. Grant-Simonian?" Nardia's voice became louder and shrill as she became angrier. She began to attract stares from the few patrons in the restaurant.

"Keep your voice down," Nikolaus snapped savagely. "There is no need for a scene. You knew that we weren't going to be forever."

Nardia got up from her chair menacingly. 

"Nuh fool wid me yuh know, Nikolaus! Me wi kill har!"

Nikolaus felt a flush of warmth creeping up his neck and into his face. Until recently he hadn't blushed in years; but things really had changed and he found that he did it easily now. He now saw his depraved lifestyle for what it was. He was under no illusion that Nardia's anger was fuelled not by her concern about losing his love, but rather by her fear that his patronage was being withdrawn. He paid for her apartment, her school fees, her books, her clothes; he paid for her life. She was nothing but a very expensive prostitute; very talented, especially with her tongue in his asshole, but a whore nevertheless.

He couldn't even bear to compare her with Lauren and the thought that she was free to call Lauren's name and speak about her offended him greatly. Not for the first time did Nikolaus doubt that he deserved to be part of Lauren's life. The whispers of the onlookers in the restaurant broke into his reverie.

"Look, Nardia, sit down and listen to what I have to say if you want me to continue supporting you," Nikolaus said blandly.

The girl glared at him but she sat down.

"I am leaving you; but I will put enough money in your bank account to pay for your education for another two years. Be sure that you don't fail anything Nardia. I'll pay your rent and utilities for three years and I'll give you money for food and clothes during that time. I don't think that I'm being unreasonable, I'm giving you a year to find your feet after graduation, but after that you're on your own. I will do these things if you meet certain conditions," he paused to ensure that she was listening to him carefully. 

"You are never to step up to Dr. Simonian and speak to her about me. You are never to discuss her with your friends. Don't take any of her classes, Nardia. Change your major if you must, but I don't want you anywhere near her; do you understand?"

The girl hesitated. She was obviously calculating her options.

"It's that or nothing," Nikolaus snapped.

Nardia looked at him furiously, but she agreed to his terms.

"Nardia," Nikolaus said quietly. "Listen to me carefully. Don't you fool with me. If I even suspect that you, or any of your friends, are disturbing Dr. Grant-Simonian all this will disappear. You'll find yourself out on the street with only the clothes on your back. Do you understand?"

Nardia stared at him sullenly and then her eyes filled and she began to cry quietly. Nikolaus got up quietly, threw some money on the table to pay for their meals, and walked away.

Nikolaus went back to his own townhouse in New Kingston after leaving Nardia. He thought about going back to Lauren and Ari's place but felt that he had some tying up of loose ends to do, and that this would probably best be handled privately. He felt emotionally drained but relieved that the unpleasant task of breaking it off with Nardia officially was behind him. 

It was his first time in his own home in six weeks and his plants looked dead. He'd never cared enough to have a pet so at least he hadn't had that to think about. The place seemed dusty, quiet and lonely. He watered his plants and turned the television on for company. 

The noise only made him feel more solitary. He didn't really trust anything in the refrigerator, so he just ordered a pizza. It occurred to him that he wasn't living much of a life if he could just walk away from it for six weeks like that; without even looking back once.

He spent the next half hour making calls while awaiting his dinner. Most of them were to say his goodbyes and thankfully, none of them was as unpleasant as his meeting with Nardia. He had one very important one to make though and he decided to do that after he'd got something in his stomach.

"Hej, it's me," he said softly when the voice answered. "Hur går det? We need to talk... I know, I know..." he laughed, sexily. 

God what was he doing? He cleared his throat, nervously, his heart thundering in his chest. 

"So, how have you been?"

Even after nearly four years Nikolaus was confused. He wasn't gay and he wasn't bi either, if the failure of his previous attempts to seduce men were anything to go by, so he couldn't understand why it was that his cock still stiffened at the sound of Erik's voice or at the thought of the man. He'd left Sweden frightened by his physical reaction to his best friend nearly four years ago but he had to deal with it squarely now. It was nearly time to go home - regardless of what happened with Lauren - it was time. He couldn't run any longer. He was tired. 

Nikolaus and Erik had begun working in the Lundborg conglomerate for Nikolaus' father ten years before. They had been friends since boyhood and regarded each other as the brother he didn't have. True, Nikolaus had an older brother, but when he had moved to Canada to set up his architecture firm away from their father's iron fist, and when his sister also showed little interest in the day-to-day operations of the company, the family had turned to Nikolaus and Erik as the future of the firm. 

The young men revelled in the free rein that they were given to introduce new ideas into the company's operations and their resulting meteoric rise when these bore fruit. All seemed well for the first six years until the night of the company's annual Christmas party when Erik had followed Nikolaus into the washroom and given him a blowjob that had resulted in Nikolaus' most intense orgasm until then.

Nikolaus couldn't return to the party that night, nor could he look Erik in the eye when the man came to apologise for what he thought might have happened between them the night before; he couldn't be sure since he had been drunk. Nikolaus' shallow breathing, the fact that he licked his open lips while staring at Erik's mouth and the fact that he backed into the wall at the sight of his friend seemed to be enough to reignite Erik's subconscious; because before he knew what was happening again Nikolaus found himself pressed up against the wall with Erik's erection digging painfully into his thigh and the man's mouth demanding his as if it was his due.

Nikolaus also found himself kissing Erik back hungrily. He never understood that! He had a girlfriend and had thought about marrying her! They had had great sex during the past two years! He had never even looked at a man before in his life and now he was ready to cream his pants because Erik had touched him!

Of course, it wasn't lost on Nikolaus that all this enthusiasm meant that Erik had been thinking about him in this way for a long time. He hadn't noticed anything different about his friend at all before; but it explained why Erik had turned down at least two statuesque blond models who had offered themselves to him! It didn't bother him at all if Erik was gay; they would still be best friends, nothing would change that. He just didn't understand his own reaction. It changed what he thought that he knew about himself.

Nikolaus fled and found refuge in the arms of his girlfriend Lindy. He nearly proposed to her the first time that he'd seen her after sharing that his kiss with Erik but his tongue stuck in his mouth and he just couldn't bring himself to do it. This bothered him greatly; but after trying, and failing on three occasions, he knew that she was not the woman with whom he would spend the rest of his life. He called their relationship to an end and called Erik.

Their brief affair was torrid to say the least. Nikolaus had been right, Erik had been desperate in wanting him for a long time; and now, given the unexpected chance, he was making up for lost time. Erik was insatiable and so Nikolaus found himself in the throes of orgasm more times with Erik than he had with anyone else in his life within the first month of their relationship! Nikolaus objected but capitulated eventually when Erik wanted to take their relationship out into the public domain. 

He found the world of Stockholm's gay bars and clubs fascinating but was relieved to find that he wasn't attracted sexually to any of the other patrons. He also found that the assumption made by many, that Erik was topping him, annoying. Erik had never attempted to enter his ass although he'd seen the man look at him speculatively on more than one occasion. 

Instead, Erik had laid himself out for Nikolaus' inspection and pleasure on several occasions. Nikolaus had taken him anally several times and couldn't believe how good it felt! Indeed, it was when Lindy had rejected him that way that he had called it off with her. He knew that he would always want to be able to do that with his partner regardless of who that person was. He had seen Ari take Lauren like that on several occasions so he knew that with her he would have nothing to fear. 

He also knew that he needed to be with someone who was adept at giving him great oral stimulation; and goodness, Erik could definitely do that! Always a lady, Lindy hadn't produced the ropes of cum and spit that had excited Nikolaus when she was kneeling naked, nursing at his groin. 

Erik, and now Lauren, could make him cum just by watching them suck him off. Nikolaus didn't think that he actually needed to feel the sensation of what they were doing; the visual itself was so intense. He loved the way in which they both looked up at him with adoring eyes while they went down on him. He loved the fact that both of them moaned their pleasure at having his steel shaft in their mouths. The extra vibration always made it better for him, and it was something that they could both teach many of the paid escorts that he had known during his exile. Until he had met Lauren, Nikolaus could not remember anyone milking him the way that Erik did. It just didn't add up. He wasn't gay, or regardless of whatever else he had been, a home-wrecker for that matter, but his best lovers had been a man and a dying man's wife!

Nikolaus shook himself out of his reflection back to the present to focus on what Erik was telling him. He was shocked to find that his hand had unconsciously found his cock and was massaging it lovingly. He considered tucking himself away but shrugged his shoulders and continued to give himself pleasure at the sound of his friend's deep baritone voice. 

He listened carefully to his friend tell him that he understood that Nikolaus didn't want a relationship with him and that that was okay, he just wanted him to come home so that they could work together as they had done in previous years. Erik told him that his departure was killing his father and resulting in a loss of confidence by their investors and that he felt responsible for that. He offered to leave the company if Nikolaus would just return to Sweden and take up his place at his father's side in the company. 




How it all Began



"Erik," Nikolaus said quietly after Erik stopped speaking. "Erik, I'm coming home. Can you tell the family and our investors that for me? I need three months. I have to help a dying friend settle his affairs, but I'll be back in about three months."

"Ari Simonian is dying?" Erik asked, shocked.

"What?" Nikolaus wasn't sure that he understood Erik's question. How could he know Ari Simonian? How did he guess that he was dying?

"Your dying friend? Is it Ari Simonian? We've seen you...together... with his wife..."

"You've seen me?"

"Yes, he's really very famous...how do they say it? A-List? And there are pictures of you and him on the Internet and in all the magazines." 

There was an awkward pause; and a hint of hurt accusation, "Are you sleeping with him, Nikolaus?"

"What! No!" Nikolaus was genuinely shocked by the question.

"The wife then..." It wasn't really a question.

"Look, Erik, don't bother to say anything...Just tell everyone that I have to tie up some business here but that I'll be along shortly."

"Shall I tell them that you're working with Ari Simonian? That ought to reassure the investors and impress your father."

"No, please don't mention him at all." 

Nikolaus could see why his father loved having Erik around. When he took over the firm he'd have to promote him. Erik was really the son that his parents ought to have had. Neither of their sons were as interested in the business as he was. His father had welcomed him with open arms hoping for a match with Nikolaus' younger sister. He could hardly have expected that Erik had set his sights on his son instead. Nikolaus wondered what his father would do if he found out the real reason that he had left Sweden.

"They are going to ask..." Erik said.

"Then tell them that you know nothing about my business; only that it'll be concluded soon. Erik, please don't say anything about him... please."

Nikolaus heard the slight gasp on the other end of the phone before Erik cleared his throat. 

"Okay, my friend; whatever you want." Erik tried to shift the conversation to other, more light-hearted matters because it was obvious that he found it hard to give up hearing Nikolaus' voice. It was clear though that Nikolaus had other things on his mind and soon they parted company on the phone.

Nikolaus sighed. He knew that Erik would be a problem for him if he did not deal with the man's infatuation. Lauren had a very open mind but he couldn't be sure what she would make of the situation with Erik. He wasn't sure what he made of it himself. He wasn't gay, so why had he slept with Erik so willingly? Why was he so flattered by the man's attentions even though he didn't want them? Why did he think that he wanted to share Lauren with Erik? Why was he getting excited at the thought of a threesome with Lauren and Erik? Was he bi? What if Erik tried to resume their... what was this? A....relationship? 

Nikolaus grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. He wanted to cry but couldn't. He needed a good fuck. He needed to get rid of some of this excess energy. He wanted Lauren. He wanted to move to Australia, as far away from Erik as he could get. He wanted Lauren and Eric to like each other. He wanted both of them. Fuck! No! No, no, no, no!

He sighed and closed his eyes and thought about Lauren. He pulled on his cock for a few minutes bringing himself to a groaning and shuddering completion before drifting into a dream-filled sleep in which he was involved in a wild threesome with Lauren and Erik. He awoke with a start just as he was about to claim Lauren's ass... and Erik was about to claim his! Christ! 

No, he couldn't go back to Sweden without Lauren. He needed her to take his subconscious mind off Erik. He adored women! He had to have them. He wanted Lauren, and perhaps two mistresses and that was what he was going to have when he returned. There would not be time enough for anyone else. Lauren wouldn't mind sharing; she was used to that. 

He was sure that Ari Simonian had mistresses. A man that intense and virile wouldn't limit himself to only one woman. What was Lauren? His fourth wife? Ari Simonian had children his wife's age! What were they going to do to Lauren when their father died? No, Nikolaus was sure, the woman needed him and his protection just as much as he needed her.

Nikolaus realised with annoyance that the phone was buzzing next to his ear and that the television blared across the room at him. He turned it off and answered the phone as civilly as he could. It was Lauren wishing him a good night. Nikolaus curled up into a foetal position and cradled the phone to his ear as he chatted with his lady. He couldn't believe how happy he was that she had called to check that he was okay. They chatted and laughed together for about half an hour before she rang off saying that Ari was calling for her. Nikolaus let her go, reluctantly but with good grace. He lay on his back thinking about her for a few minutes before smiling to himself and settling down again for the night.

This time his musings were clear, not frustrated by the Impressionist quality of his dreams. In his thoughts Nikolaus saw himself escort Lauren gently into his apartment and into his bedroom. He saw himself lay her out gently on sheets that had been prepared just for her with scented oils and his pheromones. They were both fully clothed but he still lay next to her to continue their conversation and to look at her and to claim her lips. Nikolaus was determined that she would learn to appreciate the gentle side of love. He knew that he would not be able to hit her every time he wanted to make love to her. 

For the first time, he wondered why she was like that. He wondered how Ari could have found this out about her; her unusual sexuality could hardly have come up in the middle of a consultation with her dissertation chair under ordinary circumstances; and yet, Ari had said that he had instituted a system of rewards and punishments in order to get her to focus on her work. He wondered who took care of that when Ari was not around.

That this caused his cock to stir told Nikolaus that he had been spending too much time with Ari Simonian. Yet he was now genuinely curious about what he was being taught by the man. On a whim Nikolaus went to his utility area and fetched two clothes pegs and brought them back to his bed with him. He couldn't deny his excitement at the thought of what he was about to try. He stripped down completely and began touching his chest and stomach lightly, arousing himself. Eventually, he lifted one of the clothes pegs to his own nipple and clamped it.

Nikolaus nearly screamed out from the pain. Shit! Is that what it felt like? Was that what he and Ari were doing to Lauren? It couldn't be! It had to stop! She liked that?!!??? With trepidation, Nikolaus decided to try again before deciding that he didn't like it. No, he didn't like his nipple being clamped and he wondered how Lauren liked it but he had to admit that the feeling was intense and that he had an erection! Okay, he hit his cock, simulating a spanking, and burst out giggling. For all the fact that he was still hard, he had to admit that he didn't get it at all. He'd have to talk to Lauren to see what her D/s relationship with Ari meant to her.

He decided to go into that talk armed with as much information as he could and so he spent the rest of the night looking up BDSM advice, videos and erotic stories with that theme on the Net. He was stunned at how much variety there was! Many of the things that he saw repulsed him, but he had to admit that he found some of it erotic. He decided to build his own profile as a Dom, and based on what he thought that he might enjoy, and from what he had heard about Ari in the early days of his relationship with Lauren, he decided that he would approach her as a Daddy Dom if ever he were given a real opportunity to be with her.

Four months later:

Nikolaus could hardly wait. It had been four months since Ari had unexpectedly put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. He had not seen Lauren since the day of the funeral. She had sent him away, but not before he had told her that he would give her time to grieve her husband and then he was coming back to Jamaica to get her so that he could marry her and take her back to Sweden with him. It was just like that. No romantic proposal. He had informed her that she was to be his wife.

He had held his breath, hoping that the gamble to be the alpha in her life would pay off. He hoped that the timing of it wasn't all wrong, but he knew that he couldn't wait for long. Ari's vulture friends were sure to circle around in very short order. Lauren had stared at him, the expression on her face impossible to decipher, but then she, shrugged and sighed. Nikolaus knew then that he had won, despite anything that Ari had planned for her, although, truth be told, he had hoped that she would have been more enthusiastic. 

Yes, the timing wasn't perfect, but he could see that she understood him perfectly. He was grateful for that. He would make it up to her. It was the only reason that he actually left her side at so difficult a time; so that he could prepare a proper home for her and the children that he hoped that they would have together.

It was time for their early morning Skype session. These had begun about two months after Ari had passed... They would chat together in the morning before she went to work and again at night after she got home. Their sessions began innocuously enough, discussions about how his day had been spent during the morning and about her experiences during the evenings. He watched her cry; he allowed her to vent her anger on him; he dissuaded her from blaming herself for Ari's suicide. 

The cyber-sex began one morning when Lauren was still in her nightie and Nikolaus couldn't suppress a groan at seeing her image on his cam. It had set them both off, reminding them of the passion that had flared up between them, and been ruthlessly suppressed, during the past eight months. It was true that Ari had allowed them to have sex, but it was the Lauren from the weeks before he knew about Ari that Nikolaus remembered when he saw her breasts through the transparent lingerie. He wanted to fuck her breasts and feast on her nipples as he had done in her office during their first days together. In that instant, Nikolaus knew that he couldn't wait another eight months to have her. One year of mourning time for her seemed far too extravagant a way to spend their time; regardless of who Ari was.

Nikolaus found himself masturbating, playing with his cock while she spoke to him. Out of respect for her, he hadn't wanted her to notice, but that was a vain hope. Lauren had heard Nikolaus groan, she had noticed his distraction and the subtle movements of his body. She had smiled to herself, and the next thing that Nikolaus knew, she flashed him online; showing her magnificent breasts to him and kissing at him from across the kilometres. 

She spanked them for him and pointed her erect nipples toward him. Nikolaus felt his mouth water and his cock jerk. It was too bad that he was already at work because he couldn't take it out and show it to her or give himself the relief that he needed so desperately. He resisted her pleas that he show himself to her that morning... he had a meeting with some potential new investors in short order, but it was a major turning point in their relationship. 

By that evening they were ravenous for each other, and Nikolaus got off three times watching Lauren flagellate her naked breasts with a ruler for him and as her mouth sought her own teats. He couldn't believe the filth that came out of her mouth. She had improved in her dirty talk since Ari had died, and Nikolaus' hands itched to spank her for that. He wanted full disclosure about the person or persons with whom she had been practicing. 

He was jealous, but imagined that it was he who was suckling her and it was in his ears that she whispered her exhortations to fuck her arse and tits and to spray her boobs and face with his cum. Nikolaus' legs fell apart involuntarily when Lauren informed him that she wanted to kneel between his thighs and suck the cum out of his cock like a vacuum. The sight of the ropes of saliva that she produced around a pinkish flesh-coloured vibrator, that was about his size, and of her sucking herself were so evocative and so nasty that they dragged him over the edge into a massive orgasm. It was their first time since Ari had died, and the first of their twice-daily sessions and Nikolaus wouldn't have given up the time with her online for anything now.

"Lauren! When are you coming to visit me? Sweden is a beautiful place, I'm sure you'd like it."

Nikolaus had asked this question every day since they began their online tryst. Her answer always disappointed him; she was never ready for that step. He kept telling himself that her resistance was a good thing, that she was learning to be more assertive, a thing which he always wanted for her to be when she was with Ari. He kept telling himself that the wait would be worth it. 

Tonight was particularly difficult though. He had had a hard day at work and missed her terribly.

"Lauren? Please come. I need you here with me. Don't you love me?"

Nikolaus had promised himself that he would not pressure the woman and so he regretted asking the question immediately. He regretted it even more when she did not answer him. They sat staring at each other for what felt like an eternity to Nikolaus. He did not want her to think that he was issuing an ultimatum. He was just about to make a joke about it when she interrupted his thoughts.

"Ja, jag älskar dig, Nikolaus. Kommer du gifta dig med mig?" ("Yes, I love you, Nikolaus. Will you marry me?")

Nikolaus shook his head in disbelief. He really did not know what to say! The horse had been starving while the grass was growing in abundance. His naughty little fiancée had been trying to learn Swedish on the sly in Jamaica while leaving him to hunger for her. He was going to enjoy spanking her for that; as soon as he got back to Kingston.



Ring, Ring, Ring



"I love to watch you undress mom." Said 26 yr-old Carl.

"Do you?" Ethel replied. "What can you possibly find appealing about this old lady when you have so many young girls to choose from?"

Ethel was unbuttoning her blouse, removing it, reaching behind her to unclip her bra, slipping it off her shoulders.

"I doubt if my tits are as perky as Patricia's?" Ethel responded. "What is she -- 23, 24?"

"Pat's tits can't hold a candle to yours." Carl replied as he stared intently at his mother's bare breast. "Yours are mature and a real handful and I love to put my face between them. And your nipples! I love them when they're hard and firm like they are right now. They're showing me you are aroused and ready to fuck."

In reality, Ethel's nipples had been hard since she had entered her car for the drive home. Hoping to find her son home as he had been gone for many days, she had, and he had followed her into the bedroom. She had not been home five minutes.

"It has been a while sugar!" Ethel said as she began to unbutton her skirt. "You have been gone 10 days. That's longer than we have ever let go by without getting together."

"You mean without fucking." He pressed her.

"Yes. Without fucking! Without you sticking your cock in me!" She said, knowing what he liked to hear. "And without you eating pussy."

Ethel stepped out of her skirt and pushed her panties down off of her slim, but ample, hips. She stepped out of them and pushed both items of clothing clear. She stood ass hole naked before her son noting his approval.

"Your turn sweetheart." She coached wagging her right forefinger at him. She reached for the washrag, lightly soaped only on one side, she had taken from the bathroom and squatted slightly to freshen her pussy. "I have thought about you and Patricia fucking every night laying in this damn bed alone. My dildo just doesn't do it anymore. I stopped using it three days ago. I would have screamed if you had not been home. So, you're here, tell me about Lake George?"

"We did fuck every night and the morning we left." He admitted, not intent on making his mother jealous but because he knew she liked to hear the details. "But while I was fucking her all I could think about was you. When I shot off, it was your pussy I was filling in my mind."

Carl stood naked in front of his mother, his cock rock hard curving slightly upward.

She too looked approvingly at her son's 6'2" naked body. He lifted weights and ran and it showed in his muscular shoulders and legs. Ethel was content and happy with their incestuous relationship.

"Baby, you don't have to fantasize about filling my pussy anymore." She assured him. "Come to Mama!"

They embraced and kissed passionately for long moments, their tongues fencing. When their kiss broke Carl whispered in his mother's ear, causing her to smile.

Ethel moved to position herself near the foot of the bed laying her hand lightly on the bedpost. She would have rather been on her back with her son between her legs but she would do as he asked.

"You know, I love you to eat my pussy like this but this is hard on my arthritic body. You're lucky I love you!" She exclaimed, positioning herself with a moderately wide stance and squatting down, spreading her knees and adjusting herself to be as comfortable as possible. She looked at her son expectantly.

Carl did not keep her waiting. He walked around behind her lowering himself to the carpeted bedroom floor. Positioning himself on his back, he maneuvered up between her legs. He caught a whiff of the soap his mother used and an underlying feminine scent of her pussy. He stared briefly at her thick-lipped labia trimmed with red pubic hair that became a thick lavish bush on her mound. He could have remained passive studying her pussy all day, but he knew her position was strenuous at best. He put his lips, then his tongue, to her pussy. Her moans were instantaneous and continued unabated as he pleasured her orally.

"Don't tease me!" She moaned after long minutes, her body beginning to tremble. "I don't know if I can hold this damn position much LONGER! Ohhh fuck!" Yes my clit! Damn you! Yes! Right there! Don't you fuckin' move!"

Ethel's willingness and determination paid off as a mind-blowing orgasm gripped her, causing her body to quake uncontrollably and her moans and animalistic growl to be loud. Fortunately, their apartment was insulated well and no one was the wiser to their incestuous goings-on.

Ethel fell forward as her orgasm subsided. She was exhausted, her leg muscles tight.

Carl quickly maneuvered to his knees and prepared to stick his cock into his mother's pussy, to doggie fuck her as he usually did after eating her pussy in such fashion.

"No! Not this time Carl!" She exclaimed. "I don't feel like that this time. I want you between my legs. I need a loving fuck!"

Carl backed off and stood. He watched his 51-year-old mother slowly, and seemingly painfully, stand, teetering as if off-balance or intoxicated for a brief moment before entering the bed. 

The bed was fully made and she positioned herself in the middle of the queen-sized bed, her head on the pillows and on top of the solid white, puffy quilt. 

Had they looked at the clock it would have told them it was nearing 6: 30.

As the apartment windows faced west, the sun was nearing the horizon and had repainted the antique white walls to a soft orange glow.

Ethel spread her legs invitingly and waited expectantly.

Carl kneed himself onto the bottom of the bed and sat back on his haunches studying his mother's pussy, the red hair between her legs a deep contrast to the whiteness of the quilt, her pale milky-white thighs and a perfect natural match to her shoulder length bobbed hair style. The small, soft, cosmetically smooth features of her face gave her a most seductive appeal.

"You like it a lot don't you?" She queried. "My pussy?"

"I love it." He acknowledged. "Can I kiss it some more before we fuck?"

"I would like that." She replied with a smile.

Carl lowered himself to his chest sliding his left hand up under his mother's buttocks and with the other manipulated her labia as he studied her pussy a long minute before once more putting his tongue to her treasure.

Ethel, for a good while lifted her head and studied her son lovingly exploring her pussy. As she became aroused once more, she dropped her head to the pillows and let the oral pleasure flow through her. After a bit, she felt her legs being pushed up and back and happily anticipated what was coming. Her son's tongue pushed deep into her hole as her breath caught and the passion surged, as did her ass, humping his face.

"I love it when you tongue fuck me!" She exclaimed. "Push it deep! Ahhh yeah! Lordy you make me weak!"

Carl alternated his tongue to her clit, then, back to her hole numerous times. Ethel began to toss her head back and forth as incestuous, lustful delirium engulfed her. Long, long minutes passed.

"I'm coming baby! I'm coming! Mother fucker I'm cominggggggggg!"

Again, Ethel's body quaked and shook with an orgasm nearly as strong as the first. It surged through her peaking and jolting several times before fading away.

Carl moved over his mother's body without actually touching it as her chest rose and fell with breathlessness. He kissed her full on the mouth and she returned his kiss with passion, unconcerned with the presence of her pussy juice.

Breaking the kiss, he moved over her head offering his cock to her. She did not hesitate to accept it and took a good 3 inches of it into her mouth. Cupping his balls with her right hand, she gripped his buttocks with the left. She sucked it firmly for a few long minutes.

"Now give me what I want!" She exclaimed spitting his cock out.

As her son maneuvered downwards between her legs, stopping an instant as she acquired his cock, she placed it to her. He pushed slowly into her.

"Ahhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Yessss!" She sighed as he pushed deep, she, lifting her legs, placing her knees against his sides.

We will leave mother and son to enjoy a slow lustful fuck and find out how all this incestuous behavior began.

A ringing phone, 3 months early! Really?

The apartment phone hung on the wall directly across from the bathroom door and 2 feet to the right of the entrance door. Anyone entering the apartment and heading straight to the bathroom would have to zigzag left just a bit, then, right. If this is still unclear, a person answering the phone would have their back towards the bathroom door.

Ethel was taking her Saturday morning shower when she heard the phone ring. The night prior, she and Carl had partied until 3am at his 26th surprise birthday party given by his girlfriend, Patricia. Anxious to get to the phone before the ringing woke her son, she quickly shut the water off, grabbed a towel off the rack and partially dried herself. The phone rang again.

When the phone rang the second time fully awaking Carl, he quickly rolled out of his bed. He was not one to let a phone go unanswered as he raced across the living room. He reached the phone midway through the third ring and snatched it off the hook.

Ethel snatched open the bathroom door midway of the third ring hearing her son say, "I think you have the wrong number", and instantly realized he was naked. Having wrapped a towel around her haphazardly, it slipped off of her hips and dropped to the floor as her son was turning towards the noise and light behind him.

Mother and son stood mesmerized by the nakedness of the other. Their eyes did not meet but appraised each other's nakedness.

In a few long moments, Ethel saw her son's cock grow from a limp appendage hanging between his legs to a rock-hard erection. Unconsciously, she appraised its thickness at the base, thinning considerably along its 6 ½-inch length until the shaft ended and was topped by a significant domed head. The domed head had a lengthy dimple that divided the upper part and there were visible veins that ran the length of the shaft.

In the same time span, Carl saw his mother's nipples mushroom from mere buttons to quarter inch high berries.

It is interesting to note that mother and son made no attempt to hide or scramble away from the situation. A quickly closed bathroom door should have been in order and would have gone down in history as an embarrassing moment. So, could history be construed to color her like Eve? Read into it what you like. Could there have been an underlying sexual tension between mother and son that now surfaced and held them in a trance?

The time was closing on a minute and still they had not made eye contact. It seemed to be a mutual agreement, as making eye contact would remind them whom the other was and probably cause a mutual intervention. 

Ethel's firm nipples and Carl's stiff erection related to each what was on the other's mind.

Carl made the advance, boldly moving towards his mother, taking her left hand, turning her as he passed her. He sat down on the toilet, taking both her hands and pulling her close to him, causing her to straddle his legs. He tugged downward lightly to transmit his desire for her to lower herself onto his lap.

Ethel knew what awaited her. It had been many, many long months since Ethel and had a man and like a hungry zombie she bent her legs as her son's right hand held his cock vertical. She probed once, found her hole the second time and slowly lowered herself slowly onto her son's cock. She moaned a deep moan of pleasure and relief at having a real-life, warm cock inside of her once more and sat for long moments just enjoying the feeling of being filled. 

Then, she reached and, for whatever reason, switched off the bright over-head light, leaving them in near darkness until their eyes adjusted. The sunny morning light outside filtered though the partially shut shades of the two tall bedroom windows, through the bedroom, across the living room, into the short hall and provided a dim lit romantic atmosphere in the bathroom reflecting off the white floor and wall tile.

As her torso twisted back to face him, Carl began partaking of his mother's breasts and nipples. He soon could see them causing his desire to deepen.

Ethel began a reciprocating back-and-forth motion on his lap. The toilet was rather high which allowed her to lift herself a bit as she rode her son's cock. Soon she was literally jumping up and down on it, causing Carl to cease his attack on her breasts. He sat back and watched her ample tits flap up and down. He placed his hands on her hips and assisted her rise making no effort to slow her drop.

Ethel was exhausted after long minutes, slowing to a stop on her son's cock, placing the left side of her face on his left shoulder. She was breathing heavily.

"We are so bad!" She said with labored breath. "I never thought for a moment that I wanted this, but I feel so content sitting on your cock. We should have done this much sooner."

"I've wanted to for three years. Remember asking me to shut my eyes as you ran to the living room nude. I peeked!" Carl replied. "And I had a good view of your breasts as you dressed at the foot of the bed. I just didn't know how to go about it. You never gave me any indication of how you might respond."

Ethel sat upright and began to move slowly on her son's cock again.

"I don't know how I would have responded!" She said. "But I'm so glad this has happened. Can we go to the bed and fuck properly, you on top of me between my legs? "

"Certainly."

Ethel lifted slowly off of her son. Carl watched this cock slip out of his mother's pussy. A glistening thread of pre-come or feminine lubricant stretched and snapped as their genitals parted.

Ethel proceeded to her bedroom. 

Carl followed her far enough behind to study her ass as it swayed. He watched her knee herself onto the bed catching a glimpse of her furred treasure. He followed closely now slipping between her legs as she rolled to her back spreading them to accept him. As she pulled her knees back, she reached for his cock.

Ethel placed her son's cock and moaned a deep sigh of renewed pleasure as he pushed deep into her.

Mother and son began a most frantic fuck!

Ethel's knees moved like a locomotive's wheel arms at high-speed as her ass matched his fast paced rhythm.

"Yes baby! Fuck mama! Fuck your mother's pussy good!" Ethel cried between lustful sounds of huffs, puffs, gasps and high-pitched shrieks.

Carl was spurred on by his mother's vocalizations of lust and passion. He broke rhythm numerous times to shove his cock deep into her pussy causing her to yelp loudly, "you mother-fucker", in delirious rebuke. The words only spurred him on to torment her more.

"Slow down Carl! Lord, you're killing me!" She cried. "I love it Carl! But let me rest a minute!"

Carl slowed his rhythm almost to a stop and began to kiss his mother over her face and eyes, neck and shoulders.

"Your cock is wonderful!" She praised.

"Your pussy is tight, wet and marvelous mom." He returned praise. "You're so warm in my arms and I love your ass."

"Carl I don't want to ruin the moment but I have a hard time having an orgasm during intercourse. You can fuck me until I can't move but I doubt if I will come. Maybe you could finger me a little bit to make me come." Ethel confessed.

"Perhaps we could fuck a little bit more first?" He queried.

"Yes. Yes. Of course!" She quickly agreed. "I just wanted you to understand."

"Don't you worry I'll take care of you." He assured her. "But I love the sounds you make when you get riled up."

"You're embarrassing me. I can't help it." She chided. "Ohhh Fuck!"

Carl had begun a frantic fuck once more. In short minutes, Ethel was once more extremely boisterous and delirious. Again, Carl began to break his rhythm to shove his cock deep into her pussy. Over and over and over, causing his mother to intake a great amount of air. Her manner was akin to being gripped by a huge orgasm. To her, in reality, it felt like she was being gripped by a huge orgasm only to have falter and shut off instantly. And it felt like torture to be teased in such a manner.

Carl was almost sadistic as he played his mother like a puppet.

Then, without any warning, Carl pulled his cock out of his mother and maneuvered downwards, sliding his hands up under her ass and placing his face to her pussy.

"Carl! What are you...!" She exclaimed. "Oh my! Oh my! Yes! Yesssssssssssss.

Ethel had never experienced oral sex. She had heard about it, had seen it in videos and had wondered what it would be like to experience it. Her body relaxed entirely as her son lapped and explored her pussy with his tongue. She lifted her head and pulled her legs back to watch the action between her legs.

Such a stance only enticed Carl to stick his tongue into his mother's fuck hole.

The pleasure was indescribable and the incestuous connotations were intoxicating. 

First, to ride his cock, then, to be bedded and fucked to exhaustion, then, to have her son pleasing her orally. What more could a mother desire.

AAGgggggggggggg! FFuckkkkkkk!"

Ethel's orgasm gripped her hard and seemed not to want to release her. Her whole body locked up and trembled.

But it did abate and her son was on her in an instant, poking repeatedly trying to enter her. Her hands slipped between them and placed him to her. Her breath caught as he plunged deep into her.

Uncontrollable vocals, involuntary locomotive knees and she trying as best she could to give her son a good fuck, but she soon tired. But, she was no novelist at the game of sex. As her body slowed then stilled, her words and direction took up the slack.

"Grab my ass baby." She began her sexual banter. "Grab it with both hands. Yes! Now, show mama how much you like to fuck her. Hard! Shove it deep in my pussy. Shove it deep! I love it. I love your stiff cock. You sweet mother-fucker. Are you going to come in my pussy... my belly?

"Yes!" Carl affirmed with labored breath.

Somewhere within her renewed energy surged and her knees began to move, though slowly.

"Do it baby. I want to feel it. Your hot Cum in my belly. Harder! My pussy is so wet. Carl! Carl! Carlllllllllllll!" Ethel shouted as a soft, almost phantom like, orgasm flowed through her. "I'm cominggggggg!"

Ethel was truly and thoroughly exhausted now, but her mind reeled with the knowledge that she had come during ordinary intercourse.

It made no matter as her son was fucking her with delirious abandonment seeking to fulfill her wishes.

Carl's mind screamed, "I made her come! I fuckin made her come!"

"Come in me Carl." She continued almost in a whisper. "Come in mother's fuck hole. Yessssssssssss!"

Ethel felt her son's cock jerked once, twice, three times spewing his semen into her still fertile belly.

She was not worried. She had been in such a lustful "to hell with it" compromise before and a few squirts of the anti-semen she had in her dresser would take care of the indiscretion. Well, the most important indiscretion anyway.

"Don't pull it out quite yet." She asked.

Carl did as requested and continued to pump into his mother with a slow rhythm, repositioning himself to cuddle her in his arms.

"You never hesitated a second to shoot your cum into me." She said, her tone not a challenge. "You wouldn't be able to fuck me so vigorously with a big belly and your baby inside of me."

"The way I feel this second I would not mind that it all." He answered.

"When you pull your cock out of me reality is going to sit in." She continued. "I've got something to take care of it but right now I want you to fuck me some more and think about spewing your ejaculate all over my womb." 

Carl's cock was rock hard once more and he began to fuck his mother with an ever-intensifying rhythm and lustful desire. He quickly reacquired her buttocks.




Ring, Ring, Ring



"Yessss! You're a good mother-fucker. Shoot your cum in me! Make your mother pregnant."

Ethel could do little physically to join in as her pussy and clit was numb from her two orgasms. She did not desire to add her sexual banter. Her desire was to lie there passively, holding her legs back, and concentrate on being fucked by her son's stiff cock. She too was concentrating, envisioning his cock erupting over her womb. She loved the danger of it all!

Carl was hammering his mother's pussy.

"You're not getting up." He whispered deliriously. 

"Let me up Carl!" Ethel shot back knowingly. "Don't come in me! It's not safe! You'll get me pregnant!"

A few long minutes of the incestuous lustful refrain, then

"I'm coming mom!" Carl alerted.

"I know baby." She whispered. "I'm waiting for it. Yessss! There it is. I feel it."

"AAggggggggggggggg!" Carl bellowed.

Spent, Carl pulled out of his mother's pussy and flopped to his back to her right.

Ethel rolled towards him, snuggling in close and placing her left leg over his thighs.

"That was some intense fucking." She said after a moment or two. "I hope you never get tired of fucking me like that."

"I think it's a safe bet that your pussy will always bring out the beast in me." He answered an assurance.

A long minute past.

"I hate to have to get up but I best take care of this." She said with despair. "You come in and wash by back in a few minutes?"

"Sure thing mom."



How It All Began



The room starts spinning slowly as the lights fade out, my mind is in a daze, and my body is all worn out. I welcome the warmth of the soft sheets as I close my eyes and try to sleep because I need my rest. The sweep familiar ache in my muscles causing sweet surges of pain from my very sore and well fucked ass, still dripping Master's cum, even now after all this years He still manages to take me and hurt me just as much as he did on the day he took my virginity. My caged clitty, yes it's too small now to be called a cock, throbs at the memories flooding my mind, as I drift off and remember how it all began....

 Ten years ago my name was, Daniel Jones, an 18 years old high school senior, living with his mother and his 19 years old sister in the outskirts of Chicago. I was as normal as a teenager as can be, bit of a geek and of course still a virgin. I was about the right size for my age though quite skinny and I had an unusual smooth skin, I literally had no hair on my body from the eyebrows down and my voice was still high pitched and soft. I thought I was just a late bloomer and kept hoping that once I went on to college things will change. For some reason however my mother insisted I kept my dark hair long, she said it was sexy. I wasn't in a band and I really didn't see the appeal but I didn't want to disappoint her so I went along with it. 

 My sister Amy however was the complete opposite of me, she had beautiful blonde hair, big bright blue eyes, already DD breasts and amazing curves, she looked like a full blown woman. It's no surprise she was the head cheerleader, the most popular girl in school and prom queen back in high school. Despite being courted by both boys and girls I never really saw her to have a steady relationship. I didn't care though, her popularity kept me safe from the bullies and got me invited to the coolest parties. The downside is that I was seen as the lame younger brother she had to take care of since our mother often worked late nights. At least that was her story in order to look 'cool'. I knew deep down she cared about me so I was ok with it at least that what I gathered from her decision to go to a local community college despite having the grades to be accepted at any major college. Her argument was that loved us too much to leave. Mother didn't argue and neither did I. 

 Our mother did indeed work late nights. She was a corporate lawyer and the youngest senior partner ever at 'Hardy, Costello and Barns' the biggest law firm in town. She looked good for a 40 year old woman with two kids. She was 6'' tall, very fit, platinum blonde, deep blue eyes, and DD breasts. She basically looked like a slightly older copy of my sister. Her job was very demanding and she wasn't a poster mom, but she did provide us with absolutely everything we needed and was very affectionate with us during the few times we managed to spend together. In the courtroom however she was a pit bull causing anyone on the stand to break down and confess. She had a well tuned bullshit detector so it's no wonder men were afraid of her, thus she was still single. Just like my sister however the lack of a relationship didn't to bother me at all, I liked my family the way it was and I also kind of enjoyed being the male of the house. 

 I knew nothing about my father, all mom told us is he was probably a one night stand during her 'wild youth days'. We were of course curious about those days but mom said its none of our business and that was the end of it. 

  Due to my frail frame and geek oriented hobbies, like computer games and anime conventions I was pretty much invisible to all the females in my high school. A 'hi' here and there just because I was the brother of the head cheerleader was pretty much the only girl interaction I had. Also being horny all the time didn't help much either. I often watched the cheerleaders practice from a safe distance in the stands as I waited on my sister and just as often I had my hand down my pants rubbing my cock as I watched all those toned bodies and sexy legs under those tiny skirts and of course soiling my boxers. 

  Our mother didn't give us any sexual advice, nor did it ever bring up the subject so when my body started reacting I was pretty confused. Lucky for me there was this little thing called the internet where I quickly found all the information I needed....in some cases even too much information. So I learned about masturbation and I became an avid daily practitioner of such task as I surfed tons and tons of porn clips. My cock wasn't so big, only 6'' hard, but it shot quite the load. Ah, to be young again. 

  Being a virgin in high school is nothing new, I just went through the motions waiting for the years to pass so I can go to college and maybe then, finally, get lucky with some drunken girl who won't remember anything afterwards. Yeah, I was that desperate. 

  In the first day of school after the winter holiday of my final year in high school, we found out that Mr. Thompson, our math teacher, somehow caught the flu and had to go to the hospital. Due to the short notice the school couldn't find a suitable substitute teacher in time so the principal decided, in a rare gesture of good will, that our class can have the day off. Of course we didn't wait to be told twice and quickly scattered before he could have changed his mind. I planned to spend the rest of the morning getting a head start on the new expansion on my favorite MMO and then maybe watch some movies until my sister gets home. 

  As I turned the corner and walked to my house I noticed mom's SUV was in the driveway. I thought it was a bit weird since I couldn't remember the last time she was home in the morning. Usually she would make us breakfast and be gone before we had to leave for school. Next to it was my sister's new sports car. That wasn't unusual since she had a lot of friends who would pick her up in the morning. Anyway I pushed the key in and opened the door.

  I was just about to shout that I am home when I heard some strange noises coming from upstairs where the bedrooms were located. I zipped my mouth and slowly closed the door behind and listened carefully. It sounded like muffled screams and groans, my first though being that someone is in our house attacking my mom and sister. I quickly grabbed the large umbrella from the rack next to the door and I head upstairs trying to make as little noise as possible.

  Mom's bedroom door was cracked open and the noises became louder and louder as I approached. My heart was beating in my chest and I took a deep breath preparing myself for whatever, raising the umbrella ready to strike as I peeked inside. I was definitely not prepared for what I saw. Not in a million years. I expected anything from a burglar to space aliens, but not that.... . 

  My sister was stark naked laying spread eagled on the bed, she had leather cufflinks on her wrists and ankles which were attached to the tall bedposts. A black blindfold was covering her eyes, and around her neck she had a black leather collar with two rings on either side. Her nipples were pierced and her breasts were rising and falling faster and faster matching her breath. 

  Her screams filled the room as none other than my mother was between her legs, slowly licking at that glistening young smooth pussy. Mother was naked as well, also had leather cufflinks on her wrists and ankles as well as the leather collar around her neck. Her wrists were crossed at the small of her back forcing her to use only her tongue and lips on my sister. Mom's back, ass and thighs were covered in red welts that looked quite fresh. Looking closer I noticed some metal thingy shining between my mother's legs and I gasped as I saw a sliver chastity device that was holding her cock. Yes a real cock, swollen and throbbing against its cage was swaying heavily back and forth as mom was being fucked in the ass by a woman I did not recognize. She was in her late 40s, tall, maybe 6.5-7'', black, very muscular almost like a body builder, her feet looked like tree logs firmly planted on the ground, her arms gripping mother's hips tight as she drove her very impressive 8'' thick cock into my mother's cunt with fast steady thrusts, almost like a machine. The woman was naked as well but without the cufflinks and she was wearing a steel collar around her neck. She was also having red stripes on her body just like my mother though hers were almost faded. 

  I stood there literally frozen by the show before me; I couldn't believe what my mom and sister were doing, and who was this strange amazon of a woman fucking them? The questions quickly faded through my mind as my shock was soon replaced by an arousal like I have never felt before. My cock was steel hard in my pants as my body was literally on fire. My eyes were mesmerized by that huge black cock fucking mother pushing her face deeper and deeper into my sister's dripping cunt, their moans combined with the black woman's grunts filled the room like a well tuned choir. A fading voice in the back of my head told me that what I was doing was wrong but I really didn't care. I have never ever seen my mother and sister naked before and the sight of their perfect bodies squirming in lust was too much for me to resist. I have seen countless of porn movies, but nothing compares to watching this kids stuff live. 

 The black woman soon started to pick up the pace making mom's muffled screams louder, they heavy balls slapping hard into each other causing mom's cock to swell into the steel cage. I winced as I imagined that was quite painful. I also noticed that mom had a steel ring attached to the base of her balls in order to prevent her to cum just like I saw people wearing them in the porn clips I watched. 

  My sister thrashed her head from side to side as mom nibbled and pulled on her tiny little clit causing her back to arch and scream from the top of her lungs

 "Mistress I beg you, may I cum? Pleaseeeee!" my sister started begging as her body was already convulsing.

 Not a single muscle moved on the black woman's impassible face as she nodded her approval and started to fuck mom harder and deeper like never before. I never knew an asshole could take such a brutal fucking I thought it would literally be torn apart, but mother took it all in, screaming into my sister pussy and begging for more. My sister moaned as her body tightened up, trembling as her orgasm washed over her flooding mom's face with her fresh juices before collapsing back on the bed, glazed eyes looking somewhere at the ceiling as she was in haven. Her body convulsing as she rode the waves. 

  Finally a smile appeared on the black woman's face as she looked down at the drained teenager, grabbing a handful of mom's hair pulling her head back, slapping her ass hard with her other hand, shoving her hips forward lodging that huge cock as deep as possible in mom's ass.

  "Ohhhhh you fucking slut! Here it comes!" the black woman screamed and groaned, her big balls swelling up as she started shooting her cum into mother's ass, filling her up, a few drops gushing from the sides.

  It took a couple of minutes for the woman to deposit all her seed into mother's ass, pulling her cock out slowly as a rush of that white creamy thick goo followed like a torrent making quite a puddle on the floor. I finally got to see the full size of that black monster snake, covered in cum and glistening with mom's ass juices. Even it is semi-hard state it looked quite menacing, mom's sore gaping asshole was closing very slowly as cum still poured out of it and down her thighs.

 "Hurry up slut you know what to do!" the black woman hissed and slapped mother's ass hard.

 "Yes Mistress!" mother moaned as she quickly got to her knees before the woman and starts licking her cock cleaning it thoroughly making sure not to miss a spot. In the meantime my sister recovered and was licking her lips as she watched. The woman noticed and smiles at her.

 "Not yet little one, your virginity is reserved for Master and only after He takes both of them will you be available for use to the rest of us," the woman said softly and turned to free her ankles from the bedposts.

  My sister nodded obediently and lowered her eyes, stretching and closing her legs as her arms were still spread and cuffed to the bedposts. The woman pushed mother away once she was satisfied and reached under the bed to grab another chastity device, this one was for women. She glanced over at my sister who quickly and obediently lifted her feet into position as the woman slid the device over them and locked it around her waist making sure it was tight in place. She locked the device and placed the key in her purse on the table. 

  "Now Amy this time it will be different," the woman said looking at the teen girl, "No more monthly orgasms for you until you meet Master". My sister gasped and bit her lower lip, and I could understand her reaction. One orgasm a month was rare enough, at least for me, I mean I couldn't last a day without at least one. What was going on?

 "How long will that be Mistress?" my sister asked softly.

 "That depends my dear, Master is a very busy man and you are not the only slut on His list. It maybe be another month or six months," the woman said casually like those time periods meant nothing.

 My sister's eyes went big, her lips trembling as she mumbled, "S...six..m..months?". I admit I was quite impressed, if I were her I'd be kicking and screaming, yet she took it rather well considering. She must have been really obedient or very well trained.

 "Don't worry dear, it will be worth the wait, I assure you, besides it's not that long. Your whore mother hasn't cum in eleven months and she's had that thing on her cock for almost two years now," the woman laughed and looked at my mother who blushed deeply and lowered her eyes as she was still kneeling on the floor. 

  "She is such a slut that she can still cum even with her cock locked up like that, however she did do it once without permission as Master fucked her so He placed the ring at the base to make sure she doesn't cum for one year," the woman continued clearly enjoying the humiliated look on my mother's face.

  My sister listened quietly understanding her predicament and I was even more curious about who this Master is that everyone seems to obey. The woman lifted her foot and ran her toe over my mom's swollen cock making it throb in its cage. 

  "Who knows, maybe when your time is done and Master deflowers sweet Amy over there He might even let you get a crack at her. You'd like that don't you slut? Fucking your own daughter?" the woman laughed again as my mother and my sister looked at each other. Both sets of eyes sparkled and there was clearly lust in them. They both wanted to fuck each other! 

  I even blushed myself as the same thoughts crossed my mind too, I would have loved to fuck both of them, or be fucked...whatever. Suddenly I felt something warm and wet on my hand and looking down I noticed I came in my pants as I was rubbing my cock. I came and I didn't even realize it, which was a first!

  I was about to quietly leave and go change when the woman looked at the time on her cell phone and glanced at my mother who stood up and went to free my sister's wrists. 

  "You two better grab a shower and freshen up, our guest should be arriving any minute now!" she ordered. 

  Guest? What guest? I asked myself suddenly alarmed.

  "Enjoying the show pervert!?" a voice came out of nowhere behind me making me freeze for a second. I turned around to see who it was only to be met by a wet cloth over my mouth. The last thing I remembered was the sound of my body falling on the floor. 

  I don't know how long I was passed out, it seemed only moments to me. I woke up slow, feeling groggy and dizzy, batting my eyelashes trying to get my bearings. I tried to move only to realize my hands and feet were tied to the bed posts. Alarmed I opened my eyes wide and gasped as I was fully naked and spread eagled on the same bed as my sister was earlier. I even had the cufflinks on my wrists and ankles but these ones were pink in color. I felt something around my neck which I assume it was the same leather collar. 

  Suddenly the door opened and the black woman from earlier entered the room holding a small medical bag in her hand. She was still fully naked except her steel collar and her now soft cock was bouncing softly between her legs as she walked.

  "Good you're awake!" she said in cheery voice.

  "Who...Who are you? Why are you doing this, release me!" I blurted out almost without thinking. My eyes however were glued to her toned body, her firm breasts and big cock. 

  "My, my, aren't you a feisty one! I like it!" she laughed as she sat on the edge of the bed next to me and crossed her legs. "But do you really want to go sweetie? Cause if you do you won't get any of this," she smiled and pointed to herself. I blushed deeply and tried to look away, squirming and pulling against the ropes.

  "Aww no need to be shy baby, I see the way you are looking at me and I know you like what you see,"she cooed and placed her hand on my naked thigh rubbing just a bit. 

  "I don't! Please leave me alone!" I moaned and tried to pull away.

  "No? Your body says otherwise sweetie," she winked and pointed to my cock. My cock! Fuck! It was rock hard resting on my belly, throbbing softly as a drop of precum was glistening on its tip. I lowered my eyes in shame as my body betrayed me, but she lifted my chin up with one finger and smiled sweetly. 

  "No need to shy away dear, your body never lies, just relax and give it what it wants, who knows you might enjoy it too," she whispered in a soft voice as she ran her finger slowly up and down the length of my cock making me squirm in pleasure this time.

  It was the first time another person was touching my cock and it felt incredible. She was obviously very skilled and I knew she was using my pleasure against me, to manipulate me, but fuck did it feel good. She gathered the drop of precum on the tip of her finger and slowly smeared it all over my pink spongy head, lubricating and massaging it.

  "Mmm feels so good!" I heard myself say as my toes curled up and I was purring like a Cheshire cat. She grinned at me and I knew she had me right where she wanted me, at this point however I didn't care anymore as the pleasure and arousal were building like a volcano inside me.

  She noticed and pulled her finger away for a bit. "Oh dear getting so excited just from a simple touch hmmm? I wonder how you'll be like when you'll be getting fucked sweetie. I do love a screamer!". 

  Fucked? What? My mind was trying to make sense of her words but as soon as she placed her finger back on my cock and resumed the rubbing my brain simply melted into a pool of pure pleasure. She kept rubbing over and around the head of my cock, teasing the corona and even leaned and gave my piss slit a quick lash with her tongue driving me right to the edge. But just as I was about to take the plunge and enter haven she pressed a small nerve at the bottom of my cock and suddenly my arousal stopped leaving stranded on that edge.

 "Oh please, fuck! Please let me cum!" I started whimpering and begging surprised at how high pitched my voice became making me sound almost like my sister.

  "Oh darling I will, but first you need to know a few things. You belong to Master, once you cum there is no turning back. He will take your virginity and then He will give you to the rest of us. And boy will I take my time enjoying you," she noticed the hesitation in my eyes and continued, "Don't kid yourself sweetie, you belonged to Master since the day you were born, your initiation wasn't supposed to happen for another couple of month, but your little voyeuristic adventure from today moved thing forward. You were lucky I was quick to intervene when Patricia discovered you. She already had you bend over on the floor and if she had had her way with you, you'd be in a hospital right now". 




How It All Began



A shiver went down my spine and I bit my lower lip. "Thank you Miss," I heard myself say yet again. 

 She smiled and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Your welcome sweetie, my name is Miss Venus, but you will address me as Mistress, understood?" 

  I shook my head yes without thinking. Fuck what was wrong with me, why can't I control myself?

  She again noticed my frustration and places her other hand over my chest, gently caressing and soothing it. "Shhh baby don't fight it, your submissive nature is taking over, just relax and embraced it, you will feel a lot better," she cooed. 

  Submissive nature? What was she talking about? I turned my head and I noticed a used syringe on the nightstand. Ah fuck!

 "You drugged me?!" I frowned and she laughed heartily.

 "You catch on quick sweetie, I like that about you....yes and no," she smiled and resumed to slowly tease my cock with her finger.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked genuinely curious resuming my moans. 

  "Well sweetie truth is you were drugged since the day you were born, your sister too. Your mother gave both of you small doses of a new drug designed to turn you into the submissive you truly are. The drugs also enhanced your body features and increased your sensitivity to your erogenous areas," she said matter of factly as she brushed her fingers over my nipples causing them to harden instantly.

 "Why would my mother do this?" I gasped as my arousal started to grow again.

 "Because she is not really your mother silly. Come on you saw the cock between her legs, how could she have given birth to you?" she dropped the hammer on me. 

  Fuck I forgot about that. "Is she my father then?" I asked realizing how weird that sounded but I wanted to know. 

 "No dear and your sister isn't your actual sister either. Your mother was one of Master's sluts and her position as a lawyer gives her access to classified hospital records, such as the genetic profiles of babies who are born and then abandoned in the hospital. Master searched for a special gene in the DNA, those who possess are naturally submissive and make the very best of sluts and whores to serve His interests. Of course in some the gene is active, like your mother and sister but in some such as you the gene is dormant and needs to be awakened with the help of special drugs," she said calmly.

 I heard what she said but I didn't understand any of it. My head was spinning trying to make sense as everything I knew about my life and my family just went up into smoke. And damnit, her constant teasing clouded my thoughts and she knew it! Fuck it, I'll deal with this later. 

 "So what now? Fuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!" I asked and I screamed as she leaned in and took my whole nut sack in her mouth and sucked it so tight I thought she was going to rip it off.

 "Now just relax and enjoy sweetie," she smiled as she went to work on my cock. What followed was an avalanche of feelings and sensations like never before as I reached new heights of pleasure I didn't even know were possible. Her skilled mouth, tongue and lips licked, kissed, slurped and teased my cock as I was squealing and moaning like a little girl until by body tensed up and my cock exploded so hard I thought it launched into space.

 "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH fuckkkkkkkkk you bitch!!!!!!" I screamed out loud.

 She placed her mouth over my cock and started sucking so hard on the tip I came a second time in a matter of second, she was literally draining the cum out of me. I was so spend I didn't even have the power to scream as I collapsed back on the bed and I passed out for the second time in one day. This time all on my own. 

  I woke up a few minutes later to find her still sitting there next to me on the edge of the bed, smiling sweetly at me. I smiled back but as my eyes glanced down at my cock I screamed. My cock was locked into a chastity device similar to my mom's. I looked up at the woman and tried to speak but she quickly placed her finger on my lips. 

  "You need to understand sweetie that you will be transformed into a wonderful lovely girl and girls have clits not cocks. This device will be on you for a very long time, at least a year and it will force your now former cock to remain limp as it cums. Yes you will still be able to achieve orgasm, but never on your own, only when you will be fucked like the little slut in the making that you are. With the new treatment you will receive it will shrink even more until it will be a lovely 2'' clit," she explained, her eyes looking firmly into mine and I understood it was better for me to back off and take her words for granted. Also I finally understood why my sister didn't make a scene earlier either, she was just as scared as I was of those deep menacing eyes. 

 The smile returned on her face as she reached into the medical back and pulled out a new syringe with a pink liquid inside and stuck it in my arm. 

 "There you go dear, one more dose. Over the next few days your submissive gene will be fully awakened and take control over you making you obey any order given by Master or the members of His House. We all have our cum genetically modified making any submissive with the active gene who taste it instantly addicted to it," she explained as she freed my ankles and then my wrists only to reattach it to the rings on my collar, then attached a pink leash to the head of the cage on my cock. I still had more questions but she pulled on the leash forcing me to stand. 

 "More will be revealed in time sweetie, now come along let's check on your mother and sister, I can't leave them alone with Patricia for too long," she ordered. Again this Patricia! I was curious to see who she is so I nodded and followed her obediently down the stairs into the living room, from where I could hear the now familiar moans of my mother and sister. 

  Mistress Venus had me stop at the door as she pressed against me from behind. I blushed and moaned feeling her massive breasts on my back as well as her soft cock brushing and resting into the crack of my ass. She wrapped her arms around me and was nibbling on my ear whispering me to watch. 

  Patricia was fat woman, not quite obese but close to it. She had a big round belly and huge saggy breasts that were hanging over it. She had auburn hair, probably in her early 60s, was fully naked and was driving her medium sized but beer can thick cock deep down Amy's throat. My sister was fully naked except the black leather cufflinks and collar, her wrists were cuffed behind her back and I gasped as I watched her throat literally bulge every time Patricia drove her cock into it. Surprisingly Amy didn't gag as much as one would expect and was taking it like a pro and judging by her moans even enjoying it. I looked down between her legs and indeed, her juices were gushing out from beneath the steel belt. She was also sporting a plug lodged firmly inside her ass. My mother was kneeling behind Patricia, her hands were cuffed too but in front so she could part those massive asscheeks as she eagerly licked on the fat woman's asshole. 

  I bit my lower lip as the scene suddenly got me hot and aroused in no time, my cock, I mean my clit, tried to get hard but was straining against the steel cage causing surges of pain to sweep through my body. Mistress Venus held me tighter and soothed me, her hands roaming all over my body as she whispered in her softest voice. 

 "Relax sweetie, I know it hurts right now, but you need to focus on the pleasure and block the pain out. Soon your pleasure center will move from your cock to this...," she slid a finger between my asscheeks and started rubbing my asshole slowly making me moan and squirm louder, "And then you'll be able to feel what pleasure truly means". 

 My sounds didn't go unnoticed as all three women turned towards me. While my mom and my sister gave me a sweet smile then quickly resumed their duty, Patricia kept her eyes on me and I could feel them burning into me.

 "Mmm such a sweet young fresh meat you have there Venus, care to share?" she grinned like a predator at the prey.

 "Sorry Pat, you know the rules, she is off-limits until Master deflowers her," Mistress Venus said softly and gave Patricia a fake smile. I quickly understood there was no love lost between the two as Patricia frowned heavily for a second then returned the fake smile. Suddenly I felt safer....and wait, was I just referred to as a she?

 Mistress Venus felt my relaxation and held me tighter in her arms as Patricia grunted, obviously displeased. "Oh come on Venus, I'm willing to pay top dollar of course! And a fat bonus just for you!" she attempted once again. 

 "Tempting offer but money is one thing I don't need, besides I am not stupid enough to disobey Master's rules," Mistress Venus said calmly keeping up the fake smile.

 Patricia frowned and shoved her cock hard down my sister's throat causing her to gag heavily and choke a bit. 

 "Careful with that one too Pat, she is under the same rules. Master only allowed you to use her mouth as part of the business transaction between you two, but nothing more," Mistress Venus intervened, her voice still calm but her eyes were narrowed sending a caution warning. 

 Patricia was now steaming, she must have had quite a temper to get mad so easily, but managed to keep under control and pushed my sister off her cock onto the floor. 

 "Fine keep your fucking sluts, I don't need them!' she hissed turning her eyes towards mother who blushed deeply and cowered under the gaze. "This one has no restrictions so I'm gonna have her instead!" the fat shemale looked at Mistress Venus who sighed and nodded. 

 "I'm sorry sweetie but your mother is indeed fair game," she whispered in my ear, "But she is a big girl and can take it".

  I watched in both horror and amazement as Patricia grabbed mother's hair and tossed over the table, kicking her legs open and stabbed her with that thick cock. Despite its girth the cock slid into my mother's ass like a hot knife into butter. I gasped as Mistress told me one day I could take a cock like that myself.

  My sister crawled over to us as Mistress Venus snuggled both of as we watched Patricia literally rape mom's ass. She looked like a demon possessed driving that thick cock in and out so hard and rough as if she wanted to tear mother a new asshole. Mom was crying, tears flows down her face as she screamed and writhed in pain, but her caged cock was leaking a steady stream of precum. 

  "Fuck you dirty piece of shit! Take my fucking cock squeeze on it! Fuck you Venus for giving me used old whores to fuck!" Patricia was screaming and cursing as she drilled mother's ass continuously for 5-6 minutes straight. She looked like a robot but the flush on her cheeks was a clear giveaway that she was enjoying herself and made huge efforts to last as long as possible.

 "Your mother is one of Master's favorite whores because she has an especially delicious ass, warm moist and surprisingly still tight making anyone to cum very fast. Master's record is 10 minutes and mine 8 minutes, nobody can last longer in your mother's ass," Mistress Venus explained in my ear just as Patricia screamed and exploded filling my mother with her cum.

 "6 minutes and 25 seconds, not bad Patricia!" Mistress Venus quipped causing the foul mouth fat shemale to release another torrent of curses. 

 "Well if that is all Pat, I do need the slaves for other things," Mistress Venus said sternly and pointed to the door. 

 "Fuck you! And tell Master the price is double for next time!" Patricia shouted as she slammed the door hard behind her. 

  "Are you ok baby?" Mistress Venus quickly rushed to mother and picked her up in her arms, kissing her gently and showing genuine concern for her well being.

  "I'm fine, just a bit sore, I've had worse before and I'll be fine," my mothered smiled and kissed Mistress Venus back. 

 "They are lovers," my sister whispered all giddy in my ear, "They are together since before we were...born". 

  Mistress Venus held on tight to our mother as she helped her to the bathroom, glancing at us. "Both of you did very well today, you are dismissed for the evening!" she ordered and turned around closing the door behind them. 

  I looked at my sister and I suddenly felt awkward, now that all the haze and sexual reverie was gone and my mind was clear I could finally digest the fact the people I've known all my life are not what they seem to be. She blushed noticing my glare and understood my concern. She said nothing and just leaned against me, her wrists were still cuffed behind her back and mine were attached to my collar so we couldn't hug, but this simple gesture showed a lot of affection. I leaned into her too and we just stood there in silence for a while. And things suddenly became clear. Yes she was not my sister and my mother had a dick between her legs but the last 18 years of my life were as real as it gets and despite everything we were a family for all intents and purposes. Even if we all belong to this Master guy I keep hearing about and we are forced to do things, we still care and love each other. 

  My smile returned to my face just as Mistress Venus popped her head through the door just enough to throw a small key and winked at us. My sister beamed and grabbed the key quickly freeing her hands and mine as she grabbed my arm and pushed me towards her room. 

  "Don't worry sweetie, I'm going to help making you into one of the sexiest girls ever. I've always wanted a sister!" she giggled and closed the door behind us. 

And so it began.......

Author's Note: 

-This is my first time ever writing erotica and English is not my native language so please bear with me

-This story is based on one of my fantasies which I wanted to share, I do have a sequel planned so if you have suggestions, feedback, constructive criticism, things you want to see happening in the story or anything really don't hesitate to write me.



How It All Began



Here I am again, in my car and heading to another encounter with a man who is not my husband. My stomach flutters with nerves. The thought that I'm wearing next to nothing makes me smile. I'm pretty damn hot I say to myself. I've kept myself in good shape, and while I'm no barbie I'm proud of my figure. Standing just over 5' tall with perky 34b tits tends to turn heads every now and then. It probably helps that although I'm nearly 30 years old I look much, much younger (I still get carded at clubs, lol.) 

I think back to when everything started a few months ago while out at a club with my girlfriends. We were out on the dance floor together and somehow I ended up away from the group and grinding between two hot guys. I had never done anything like this before, but the feeling of being pressed against their bodies, of knowing neither were my husband, and being in a public place was just too much for me to resist.

Bumping and grinding these two men, with the loud thumping music and flashing lights made me a bit lightheaded and I could feel a familiar tingle growing inside me. I decided that it might be best to excuse myself from the situation and get some fresh air before things went too far. I looked around the club but my friends seem to have left without me. The crowd was thick and the thought of wading through all those people made me frown.

I turned about and seeing the fire escape door, I headed towards it, pushed it open and took a lungful of the cool night air. Must be the back alley I thought as i took in my surroundings. Spotting the corridor back to the street I started towards it.

"There you are." I turned around and saw one of the guys I had recently been dancing with. He smiled as he walked towards me, and for some reason I didn't walk away. Here I was in an alley with a stranger, and while it was deserted, anyone could step out that door. Maybe that's what did it, how naughty and wrong and dangerous the situation was. Instead of walking away I Walked right up to him and kissed him.

My body was pressed against him, and a I noticed the bulge in his pants growing against my body. He placed his had behind my head and held me to his lips, his other hand slid up under my shirt and unclasped my bra before cupping and squeezing my breast. A small moan escaped me and I knew that I couldn't stop myself, I wanted this. I had never cheated on my husband, never even considered it, but my body knew what it wanted and I found myself unbuckling his pants.

I reached my hand inside and pulled out his member. Maybe it was the thrill of the situation, or because how wrong this was, but his cock felt huge in my tiny hand. His grip on my neck shifted, and he pulled me away, our kissing now halting, He smiled, as he looked into my eyes, he pushed down on my shoulders. Unbalanced I fell to my knees. It hurt and i cried out at the sharp pain.

He placed his hands behind my ears and simply and firmly whispered "Open." My pain quickly forgotten, and replaced with desire. The command he had given me made my insides quiver and I could feel a dampness between my thighs. I was his. I knew it, he knew it and I opened my mouth without delay. I am no stranger to oral sex, I tend to reward my husband on occasion, and I've never had any complaints. This however was not anything I had ever prepared for. Any skill I thought I may have had was quickly forgotten as he pushed me forward onto his cock.

I expected him to stop pushing once the head was in, but he didn't. He pushed and forced his cock deeper. I started gagging and tried to pull back, but he slowly and relentlessly continued his thrust forward. Somehow in just a few short moments, he had coerced his cock to the back of my throat and I found myself pushed against his stomach. He held me there a few seconds before pulling out slightly and pushing back in, slowly and deeply fucking my mouth. My hands stopped pushing against him in an attempt to get away, and I found myself gagging less and less as he developed a rhythm.

No longer panicking, I grew more and more turned on. Here in a back alley, on my knees, being used by a stranger made me feel like a whore. The thought repeated itself over and over in my head I'm a whore, I'm a whore. I brought one hand down, reached under my skirt and pulled my panties aside, my other hand quickly going to the folds of my pussy, searching for and finding my little clit. It was already swollen as I started rubbing it with my fingers. His cock continuing its slow and steady domination of my mouth. 

I'm a whore! I thought, feeling his cock, I'm a whore! working my fingers faster. I"M A WHORE! The thoughts and the sensations intensified as I climaxed, a scream tried to escape me, but was muffled by his cock. Hearing myself cum made me cum even harder, and I felt his thrusting speed up.

His hands gripping my head tightly as he assaulted my face, pounding the back of my throat. He started to groan and as he held me close against his stomach I felt his orgasm. I felt his member throb and throb as he came in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow as i struggled to breathe with him deep inside me. The feeling of his orgasm, and the taste of his semen pushed me over the edge, and my body shook and trembled as an intense orgasm racked my body. I was still cumming when he pulled his cock, little of his cum splashing on my face down dipping down my chin. I couldn't stop fingering myself, and before I knew it I came a third time.

It wasn't until my orgasm subsided that my head began to clear. It dawned on me where I was and what I had just done. Looking up I saw him standing over me, his cellphone out and taking pictures of me. I tried to imagine what I looked like at this point. On my knees, my skirt hiked up, my one breast exposed from his groping earlier, and his cum on my chin.

My lust took over again and I found myself staring into the phone's camera lens as i started fingering myself again. The camera light flashed and I started moving my fingers faster, more roughly over my swollen clit. I felt another orgasm starting to build, slowly, deep inside. I heard fire door open behind him, behind the flashing light of his camera, and the voices of a group of women as they entered the alley. I recognized those voices! I was shocked and frightened and opened my mouth to say something, anything to my friends that could explain what they had just walked in on.

That's when he stepped forward and thrust his cock down my throat again. He held the side of my face with both hands, obscuring both my view and that of our new spectators. I heard a few gasps, and I felt my body shudder. My fingers starting to work faster and faster, the shock and humiliation at possibly getting caught lit a fire within me and, possessed by my lust, I started cumming, over and over. I think I heard a catcall or two, but my memory is a bit foggy at this point. 

I do remember him laughing a little as he held my head close, and allowing me to impale my face on his cock. I thrust my head forward, and fingered my clit, and climaxed again and again, or perhaps it was just on long orgasm I honestly don't know. I do know that he pulled out just before he came and let his load land directly on my face.

At some point the women must have gone back inside, because the alley was silent. Just the heavy panting of the two of us. I looked up at him as he took one last photo of me before helping me to my feet. He smirked at me, and I knew I must look like a mess, but he said nothing. As he started to walk away I grabbed the cell out of his hand and hastily typed in my number. I turned and quickly ran down the alley to the street. My mind reeling, my heart pounding, my body secretly hoping that he called soon.

-to be continued?