15 comments/ 18046 views/ 13 favorites Secret Love By: timmywells Inspired by a fan of my writing, whose heartfelt messages to me about a lost love pretty much forced me to write this story, a tribute to a very special friendship that went from being 18 and naive until just recently. I hope I did it justice. *** When I emerged from the bathroom, my best friend was on his back in bed, naked except for his underwear, and as I looked at him, arms and legs akimbo and with his eyes closed, I started to get emotional, knowing this would likely be the last time we would ever do what we were about to do. How many times had we been like this over the years? Dozens and dozens of times over the years, but not nearly often enough to suit me. I remember the first time like it was yesterday... *** It began with us finding some dirty magazines his old man didn't hide well enough, and then he suggested we jerk off, producing a jar of Vaseline from his night table next to his bed. "Somebody said it feels better when somebody else does it to you," Bobby said, and although he said he couldn't remember exactly who said it, I didn't care. I was in love with Bobby, and had always wanted to do exactly what he was proposing. "Do me first," Bobby said as we got undressed, and while I had seen him naked plenty of times over the years, this was going to be different. Bobby was about a half foot shorter than I was, and weighed probably 75 less as well. His mother called us Mutt and Jeff, and I guess that's because we were so different. I was the big homely guy and Bobby was the cute kid that the girls loved, and I could see why. Even his dick was cute, I noted as I looked at the skinny wrinkled tube wiggling around as he jumped on the bed. I felt kinda bad for him because his dick was so small and skinny compared to mine, but the moment I touched it I knew something was different about his. The was the first dick besides my own that I had ever touched, so I had nothing to compare it with but my own, but when I lifted it off his balls - a nut sack that was really big - I was surprised at how rubbery it was. Bobby was looking over the magazine at what I was doing, and as I pulled on it, much to my amazement his cock kept getting longer and longer as it stiffened. Not much thicker, indeed when it became fully erect a minute later it wasn't much more than half as thick as mine, but the length? "Holy shit!" I recall saying as I held his long prong upright, the shaft slick with jelly and throbbing in my grasp. "How the fuck..." "What's wrong?" Bobby asked. "Your cock - it's freaking huge!" I exclaimed, looking back and forth at Bobby's face and the weapon in my fist. "It's way bigger than mine!" "No it isn't," Bobby said, but then he looked between my legs at my dick, which was hard and fully engorged. These days, the idea of a couple 18 year old guys never having seen another erect dick before would be crazy, but back in 1970 there was no Internet. Hell, most of the dirty magazines didn't even show the women's pussies, so while we grew up seeing everybody else's limp dicks in gym, you never saw one stiff besides your own. "You're right," Bobby said, sitting up and looking at my cock which was pointing at me friend even though I hadn't touched it, such was my excitement over what I was doing to Bobby, and he seemed as surprised as I was. "Wow! I always figured yours was way bigger." It was then that we both learned about the showers and growers, which are the terms used today. Bobby's wasn't twice as long as mine, like I told him it was, but the difference was still very noticeable. We even took out a ruler to find out how different. "8 and a quarter inches!" I announced as we interrupted our jerking off to measure. "You lucky bastard." "It's only a couple of inches longer than yours," Bobby said, good friend that he was, but when he had measured me he had the ruler pressed hard into me, giving me probably an inch more than I deserved. "Yours is better because it's way thicker. Girls like thick better than long." I didn't know about that because no girl had really touched it in my 18 years, at least not one sober enough to remember it. Bobby was the ladies man, but I sensed that he was just trying to make me feel good by saying that, but him being my superior in yet another aspect of life didn't bother me. On the contrary, I was happy for him, and when I went back to stroking that long greased dick I made it last as long as I could. I managed to prolong it so long that Bobby had to ask me to make him cum because his balls were starting to ache. "Oh man, it does feel better when somebody else does it!" Bobby announced as I used both hands to milk every drop out of his deflating dick before letting it go. "Your turn." I assumed his position, even though the high point for me was over, and as Bobby greased up his hand and knelt beside me, I reached over and grabbed his dick, which was back to the tiny tube I was more used to. "Still can't believe it," I muttered as Bobby's hand grabbed my cock, still stunned over how that 2" had more than quadrupled in size while mine hardly grew at all when erect. "See? I can't even get my hand around yours," Bobby declared as his hand went slowly up and down the short trip from stump to tip. "I notice you aren't using two hands like I did with yours," I mentioned as I tried to not to cum right away, but I was too excited and was spurting my load in about a minute or so. "Don't ever tell anybody about this," Bobby said as we cleaned up, and that was fine with me. "I won't. You know, it was better that way," I agreed. "Want to do it again?" "Maybe tomorrow night," Bobby said. "I don't want to turn gay." It was too late for me, I mused. Especially now. *** That was then, and years later we were still doing it, even as my best friend Bobby was about to get married. Things had changed a little over the years however, as least part of it. Bobby still gave me hand jobs, but my role had changed over time. The first time I did it, I claimed I was drunk that night, but I wasn't. I was curious. I didn't know how to suck a cock, but a man had sucked mine in his car after giving me a ride home from college, so I paid attention and did my best to remember. I must have been a fast learner, because Bobby loved it. The only thing was, he could not bring himself to reciprocate, no matter how hard I tried. "I'm sorry man," Bobby said after moving his face toward my cock only to back away at the last minute time after time. "I just can't do it. I'm sorry." "It's alright Bobby," I said after I saw he was upset, way more so than I was, and I guessed that might have been a result of growing up listening to his old man rant and rave about minorities, homosexuals and just about everybody under the sun. "I really want to, but..." "It's okay," I insisted as he reached for the Vaseline. "You don't even have to do that if you don't want to." "No, I don't mind doing this," he insisted. "This is kind of fun. I just can't - you know? When I came, did you swallow that?" "A little," I said, even though I hadn't planned on it, but when Bobby came hard and fast I ended up with a spurt down the throat before letting the rest of his load slide back down the shaft from my mouth. "It wasn't too bad." "Did you even do that before?" Bobby asked as he watched the head of my cock get redder as he jacked me off. "No," I answered honestly, and then I told him about the man in the car. "I think I might be queer," I said as tears welled up in my eyes. "Don't hate me - please." "Hate you?" Bobby said, looking at me like I crazy. "I don't hate you. After all we've been through together? Don't ever tell my old man though, but I don't care. Hell, I suspected it a long time ago." "You did?" "Yeah, but it didn't matter to me. You're the best friend I could ever have," Bobby said, and that was when the dam broke and I went to pieces, causing Bobby to tear up as well. "I love you man," I said when I gained control of my emotions. "I love you too," Bobby said. Just not the same way, I remember thinking even though he hadn't said it. *** This became our regular routine, even when school and jobs caused us to not see each other as much. Even after Bobby met Eileen, the girl who would be his wife, he still would get together with me. Maybe it was because she was a virgin who wouldn't give him much of anything, although perhaps it was because of something else. I was a cocksucker. Not just a guy who could suck cock but a true artist according to Bobby, whose cock had been in many a mouth before he got engaged. I was not only good at it, but was able to do something no girl had managed. "Holy shit!" I remember Bobby exclaim when he felt my lips around the base of his manhood and the tip of his long spear hitting my throat. How did I get so good? Practice, although to be honest I was inspired by my love of Bobby more so than any faceless other dick that might have come my way. I made love to his cock, maybe in hopes that he would always keep coming back for more. The hand jobs? If he ever stopped giving them to me, it wouldn't have mattered, because I only wanted to make him happy. *** For my 21st birthday, Bobby asked me what I wanted as a present, and I didn't have to think about it for long, because it was on my mind a lot lately, but I didn't think Bobby would go for it. "Damn," Bobby muttered when I suggested what I had in mind. "And to think I was afraid that you were going to ask me to blow you." "I've never done this before with anybody," I said honestly. "I'll probably never do it again either, but if I was going to do it I've always wanted you to be the one." "I don't know," Booby said. "I'll have to get really drunk." "And then you would be able to get it up," I complained. "Look, if you don't want to do it, that's fine. No harm in my asking, but you were the one that gave me my choice of presents." I was stunned when he agreed, and on the night of my 21st birthday he came to my apartment, armed with a six pack and a tense expression on his face. I had made it easy for him, even going through the lubrication of my back door and not eating for a couple of days prior. I had shaved the hair away from my opening as well, wanting to make it as bearable as I could for him, and a couple of beers later we were in my bed, with the lights down low and the soft music on. It was like my wedding night. "I don't want to hurt you," I remembering hearing Bobby say as he climbed behind me. "It's okay, Bobby," I assured him. "Don't worry." Bobby fumbled around back there, probably not trying to look at what he was doing, but when the tip of his member found the balloon knot I leaned back and he slid into me like a knife through butter. While I groaned in ecstasy Bobby kept sliding deeper and deeper until he had impaled me completely, and only then did he pull out almost all the way. In and out, slowly at first and then picking up in intensity. Bobby felt so good inside of me, and I tried to stay balanced while reaching down and trying to jerk myself off while he fucked me. "Here," I heard Bobby say before I felt his arm reaching around me, and after he nudged my hand away from myself he started jerking me off. I came almost right away, and Bobby came right after I did. It hadn't even lasted two minutes but they were the best two minutes of my life, and after Bobby's deflating dick slithered out of me I heard him whisper Happy Birthday and then left the room. When I went out to the living room Bobby looked very uncomfortable, seeming unable to look me in the eye. I feared that what we had done had scarred our friendship and told Bobby that, but he said wasn't the case. I didn't seem him for a while after that, but then he showed up at my door and we were back to normal, which I was grateful for, but I never suggested doing that again, no matter how bad I wanted to feel Bobby inside of me. *** When Bobby told me that he was going to get married, I pretended to be happy, but inside I was hurt and jealous. I didn't like his future wife, and she didn't like me either. I think we were both jealous of each other. Eileen was jealous of me because my friendship with Bobby was so strong that she felt threatened by it. If she ever knew about the things Bobby and I did to each other that dislike would have gone through the roof. My jealously stemmed from the fact that she would be sleeping with the man I loved, doing the intimate things that I long to be doing with him. Bobby asked me to be his best man, but I declined because I knew my even being there would upset Eileen and ruin the day for everybody. So after his bachelor party we went to my apartment for a nightcap, knowing that the next time I would see Bobby he would be married. When I emerged from the bathroom, my best friend was on his back in bed, naked except for his underwear, and as I looked at him, arms and legs akimbo and with his eyes closed, I started to get emotional, knowing this would likely be the last time we would ever do what we were about to do. I undressed while looking at Bobby, and by the time I got naked my cock was hard. I climbed on the bed and knelt next to Bobby, my hand going to the little pouch in his jockeys, and when my hand began to rub it the bulge grew and Bobby smiled while opening his eyes. "One last time?" I said as I peeled his underwear down and his long prong swung backwards onto his stomach. "What do you mean?" Bobby said, but when I said that with him being married I knew he wouldn't be paying these visits to me anymore. "Why not?" Bobby said, and he made it clear that he had no intention of our friendship being affected by his being married, and although he said that while he wouldn't be able to stop by as often, he was planning on continuing to get together. "For golf, ball games, and... you know," Bobby said with a wink. "This too. Eileen - I wish you two got along so you could teach her how to suck cock. She's horrible." "And besides," Bobby added, and as I bent over to give him the best head he would ever get, I felt his hand reaching up between my legs to grab my cock in his fist. "I have to admit that I love doing this. Eileen hasn't got one of these." I couldn't answer because I had something in my mouth and throat, but as I sucked his cock I heard him say softly, "Maybe someday I'll get the guts to..." He didn't finish, and I didn't press it. *** There was a play and a movie called Same Time Next Year, where this man and woman who were once lovers but had ended up with other people, would meet for a few days each summer in some resort without their spouses knowing. That was Bobby and I. For the next 40 years we got together frequently, doing all of the things we always did, like playing golf or going to the races or ballgames. The other stuff we did as well, even though it got a little tricky when I got married. I did it just to fit in, and it wasn't that bad, although the poor woman deserved better than a gay guy. The sex was alright, but there was a hitch in that as well. "You think so?" I remember asking my future ex-wife saying when she first met Bobby. "It's like we're related," Becky said after she mentioned that she looked something like Bobby. "I don't see it," I lied. She did facially, especially when she had her hair cut short. She had a boyish body, and when she was on her back she was like Bobby with larger nipples and without an 8" cock between her legs. Our marriage was okay in the beginning, and Becky made every effort to make it work, even going along when I asked to so stop shaving. "I've got to shave my legs though," Becky said after I asked her to go natural. "I'd get laughed out of work if they saw me with hairy legs." She did go along with not shaving her underarms though, at least for the first couple of years, after I said I was a child of the sixties and thought she would look cool. What she looked like, in fact, was a lot like Bobby, and like my best friend she had real hairy armpits. Poor woman, there I was trying to make her look like my buddy, and there were very few times when we were having sex that I wasn't imagining it was actually Bobby underneath me. Our marriage lasted 20 years and we had a couple of great kids, but in the end she asked for a divorce and I didn't fight her. "It's like we're brother and sister," Becky said when she broke the news, and when I shrugged and agreed, Becky added, "I also think I've fallen in love with someone else." "Oh," I said, acting a little annoyed even though I wasn't. "Anybody I know? Not Bobby I hope?" "No, actually, it's not a guy," she said sheepishly. "I know what you must think." "No you don't," I said, and how I managed to not burst out laughing still amazes me. "I understand." That was the end of my sham marriage as I moved out and into an apartment, which as least made it easier for Bobby and I to have our time together. *** For my 50th birthday, Bobby took me to a basketball game, and then we went back to my apartment where we undressed. "Here goes nothing," Bobby said after I had sucked his beautiful manhood dry, and when his hand went down to grab my cock, instead of jerking me off he lowered his head. "Pretty bad, wasn't it?" Bobby said after he had finished me off by hand after sucking my dick for about 5 minutes or so. "You would get better with practice," I said, and while it was bad, it was good in another way, and I appreciated him trying so much that it didn't matter if his teeth had scraped me raw. I felt no pain. *** Last fall Bobby had a heart attack. I visited him in the hospital just before he passed away, and I felt so helpless looking at him but tried to cheer him up with jokes, even reaching under the sheet to grab his dick. "Probably couldn't get hard - I'm so doped up," Bobby said as I stretched out that little peanut while keeping an eye out for anybody entering the room. I had offered to give him head, which at least made him laugh, but then he got serious. "I have to tell you something," Bobby said. "Please. I've been practicing this speech, and this might be the last time we'll see each other." "Bullshit," I said while knowing he might be right. "Remember your 21st birthday?" Bobby asked. "The gift you asked for?" "Of course, it was the best gift I ever got." "You asked me what was wrong after we were done, and I told you nothing was," Bobby continued. "I didn't see you for a while." "I know. I was scared," I interrupted. "I was too. Terrified. I liked it, probably as much as you did," Bobby confessed. "You did? Well why didn't you..." "I was scared that I was queer," Bobby said. "All my life I had heard my parents - especially my old man - rant about gays, and how if he ever had a gay kid he would kill him. His brother, my uncle, was gay, and that was why I never even met the guy. He was not welcome in our house because my father hated him for being weak, as he called it. That fucking pepperoni puffer can go straight to hell, he would rant. The way I felt about you, that wasn't right, even in my mind. It was a weakness." "That's why I got married. Eileen? She's alright, but I don't love her. Not the way I felt about you." "Why are you telling me this now?" I said, unable to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks. "I had to. I hate myself. I've lived a lie. I should have just told you this when you said that you loved me back over 40 years ago. You made it easy. You did the hard part. All I had to do was say me too, and we could have had a life together," Bobby said. "I just couldn't, and now I feel like I wasted my life." "Pretty dumb, huh?" Bobby said weakly. "No. I lived a lie too." Secret Love "At least you admitted it," Bobby said. "You were man enough to be honest about it. I couldn't. I couldn't even after my old man died." "Funny thing is, maybe I'm not gay," Bobby opined after a moment of silence. "I've never had any attraction to any other guy but you. Is that possible?" "I guess it is," I said. "I mean, I've found myself attracted to other men besides you, but never felt anything like what I felt about you. Not even close." "For the last few years I've had trouble getting it up," Bobby admitted. "You?" I said, recalling the dozens of times we had been together over that time period, and I told him I thought he got just as hard these days as he did back in the beginning. "That tells you something, doesn't it?" Bobby said with a grin. "Eileen would lay there and tell me that I should get Viagra, and I was dying to tell here that she should have seen the erection I had over at Jim's place last week." "Look, when you get out of here, let's go away. Just the two of us. We'll get a secluded cabin somewhere and make up for lost time," I said excitedly. "I would give anything to feel you inside of me again." "If I get out of here, we will," Bobby said, and after we wiped our tears away he added, "Look at us. A couple of old geezers bawling." "You have to get better," I said before leaving, bending over to give him a kiss. "I'm counting on you." "I'll try," Bobby said, and those were the last words he said to me. I went to the wake, walking briskly in and nodding to his wife, unable to look at his body in the casket, and I went to the funeral, standing way in back and shedding tears that no one there would understand. I love you Bobby, I said as the casket went into the ground. Just like you loved me. *** Thanks for reading Secret Love for Order My public face is fun, wacky, creative, independent. My friends think I'm uninhibited, carefree, sexually liberated. But that's mostly a facade- underneath the bubbly Marilyn, is a dour nun. The voice in my head is a rigid, guilt-ridden, self-loathing person, and sometimes I need to bring it out, it's cathartic. I need to be treated the way I deserve, to indulge my secret love for order, to be punished severely. That's why I go to dungeons: I need someone to discipline me. Preferably someone attractive. This time I wear a thin leather band that just covers my nipples and the bottom half of my breasts, tight enough for the top half to stick out, and look especially round, bursting out. My shoulders and neck are completely exposed. I wear a short leather skirt over a black thong, and high heels. The skirt is short enough for bystanders to see my bottom if I slip up at all whilst walking, and the heels are just too high. The whole outfit is tight and uncomfortable, and its bold enough to turn heads, even in the dungeon. I walk with confidence, but the many eyes on my body parts make me feel vulnerable and guilty, which makes me enjoy wearing it all the more. Out of the many people looking at me, there is this beautiful girl. She's taller than me, even with heels, and with high cheekbones and long hair. She's wearing a corset and carrying a flogger. She's exciting. She walks over to me, cuddles up close, and puts her hands around my waist. She's warm and soft, and has a firm grip. I'm a little scared as I've never been flogged before, but I know I'm not going to say no. "You're gorgeous," she says. "Are kisses okay too?" She's friendly, and kind. She holds me close and kisses me on the mouth. I love not having to talk, to have to be interesting or charming, just being her passive object of affection. I lower my gaze and let her touch me wherever she wants, she gropes me everywhere and I love it. Standing in my tight outfit is uncomfortable, so I let her hold me upright, by firmly gripping my bottom with one hand and my waist with the other. I'm enjoying it. But I really want is for her to dominate me, hurt me, put me in my place. "Can you flog me?" I ask. "Please" Her eyes light up. "I'm begging you" I say, perhaps a little bit too eager to submit. I'm in awe of her and want her to control me. I try to get down on my knees but she holds me upright, gripping my bottom slightly harder. With her other hand she reaches for a collar, tightening around my neck until I gasp for breath. She puts me on a leash and I squeal with excitement. She pulls me by the leash towards the wall of the dungeon. As I follow her, she jerks so I stumble a few times, but every time I do she manhandles me back upright, making sure to grope my breasts and bottom in the process. I love it when she touches me, so I stumble on purpose so she'll help me back up. Truth is, I still feel somewhat guilty about being a lesbian, so the more I enjoy it, the more I hate myself, and the more I want her to punish me. I can't wait for the flogging to happen. She positions me so I'm facing the dungeon wall, fastens my collar and ties my wrists and ankles to the wall so I can't move, and pulls down my miniskirt so my bottom is completely exposed. The wall is cold and I can't turn my head to see anything. I close my eyes. "Ready?" she whispers into my ear. I'm a little scared. The first thud of the flogger lands on my ass. It's not as harsh as I expect, but it still hurts and I squeal anyway. I tell her that I can take more pain; I enjoy asking out load for more pain. The second and third strikes are my thighs, the next my back. It hurts. I cry "please!", but without really meaning it, and she ignores me. She hits harder. The pain is dull and sensual, but strong. After the next few blows I feel the rush of endorphins to my head, and my tolerance for pain increases. She notices, and she hits me even harder. I cry out every time. The blows keep coming, on my thighs and especially my ass. It's being drummed into me, that I am nothing. There's a dull, steady rhythm, and my cries turn into whimpers. I lose all reservations. I know I am a wretch, and I lose the will to pretend otherwise. For the last ten strokes, she makes me count with her aloud. Not only do I have to shout with what little breath I have, the number, but I have to say "thank you mistress, for giving me what I deserve". I would never admit to this outside, but I absolutely love following orders. The idea makes me wildly excited, I almost wish she had thought of something even more degrading for me to say. I try to obey, but the words come out slurred and gaspy, interspersed with squeals of pain. I lose count at number 7, so she starts again from the beginning. I feel so helpless, tears start streaming down my face. I'm so far into subspace, I almost don't even feel the last few blows. I have no idea what number it is, just that she's beating me and I'm crying "thank you". By the time she's finished with me, I'm trembling all over, stripped down to my thong, my whole back stinging. She unties my wrists and ankles, and turns me around to face her. She caresses me in all the right ways, avoiding the bruises somehow. She takes off all my thong so I am fully naked in front of her, still trembling. "I'm nothing, thank you for punishing me, mistress," I say, in my garbled haze. "I deserved that, I fully deserved that, thank you, please, I've learned my lesson-" She shuts me up by putting a ballgag in my mouth, which makes me start drooling. She puts her arms around me and holds me, and I stop trembling for a while. She runs her fingers through my hair with one hand, squeezes my ass with the other. She kisses me all over my neck and shoulders, bites my earlobe a little, sucks my nipples. She fingers me and I start to feel a little more relaxed, the adrenaline subsides. "That's part one. I'm not done punishing you yet." she says. Next she wants to tie me up with rope. I see the yarn, and I drool a little more in anticipation. I feel a rush of pleasure when she smirks at me, I love love love being controlled in this way. She ties my wrists first, tightly, and my arms, behind my back. I'm still trembling slightly. She then ties my breasts, so they're in a tight rope cage with only the nipples poking out. I move easily into whatever posture she wants from me, submission comes so much more naturally after the flogging. Finally, she ties my crotch and my upper thighs, making sure my ass cheeks are still accessible. I have to take deep breaths, I feel so constricted. I try to protest through the gag but only drool comes out. I feel so helpless, so utterly controlled, I blush out of embarrassment at myself. "You really love being treated like this, don't you?" she says, smiling. Yesyesyesyesyes. I suddenly crave even more degradation, though I'm not sure how thats possible. I respond with more drool and pleading eyes. I know what's coming next. She pulls me over her knee, my face to the ground and my ass on her lap. She spanks me a couple of times - hard, and it stings, before removing the gag, and spanking me again. I'm still sore from the flogging, but she has no mercy. "Every time I hit you, you have to tell me one thing you did wrong this week," she says. "And then you have to say, 'I'm sorry, mistress'. If you can't think of anything, I spank you again, and the second time is harder." I hate to admit it to myself but I'm excited by this. My chance to bring the guilt out into the open. I try to think of something fast, but she's already spanked me twice more. Every time she hits me I gasp or squeal, the pain makes it hard to concentrate. "Please!" I cry. "Let me think." She pauses, but I know its conditional as she continues to slowly caress my buttocks. "You really love the idea of rules, don't you," she says, bemused. "You need structure, and order, and you're full of guilt." As I think of something to say, she runs her hands from my upper thighs to my lower back, and back down again. Then she smacks me hard, and the spanking continues. "I'm just such a bad person, I'm sorry mistress. I lie to everyone about being a lesbian, I'm sorry mistress. I'm obsessed with my appearance, I'm sorry mistress, I'm vain, I'm selfish, I'm superficial, I'm sorry mistress ..." Every time she hits me I felt a little closer to catharsis, and I feel grateful to her. It's a long list of confessions, but finally, I run out of things to say, and begin to passively enjoy the steady spanking, letting her do with me what she wills. Eventually she stops, unties my arms, and takes me off her lap. She puts me down on my hands and knees. I'm sore everywhere, and still partly bound with rope. My eyes are lowered and my head is bowed, I know I've been put fully and completely in my place. "You're forgiven." she says, kissing me on the forehead. I wince. She stands up tall, and I kiss her feet. "Thank you mistress," I say. "Thank you so much." Secret Lover I’m 45 years old and divorced computer programmer. My wife and I split up due to sexual problems. She didn’t want any and I couldn’t get enough. We went our separate ways and it was probably for the best. I didn’t move from the city but just went across town. It was a Friday night and I was supposed to meet some buddies at a bar that catered mostly to 18 to 25 year olds. My buddies and I just liked to have some young eye candy to look at while we swapped old war stories. Well I was early and my friends were really late so I got a seat at the bar and asked for a cold one. The place definitely catered to the younger crowd and it was hopping. I love the new clothes the girls wear today. From the tight jeans that ride low on their hips to the colorful thongs they purposely wear high. From the low cut blouses to the high heels and chokers. I love it all. I’m still in reasonable good shape and have all my hair but I felt a little awkward sitting in a bar with so many youngsters. I was cursing my buddies for being late and even contemplated waiting for them in the parking lot when two petite and sweet smelling hands clasped over my eyes from behind. I was stymied as the soft little voice Said, ‘guess who?’ The voice didn’t ring a bell and I thought it was just a frisky waitress trying to play up to the old guy at the bar. “I have no idea but your hands smell terrific’ I said, playing it cool. I heard a disappointed “ah” as I turned towards the owner of the hands and my jaw just dropped. Standing before me was my ex’s niece, Kelly. Kelly was a stone fox blonde who had turned my head many times at family gatherings and made my thoughts run wild as she budded into a beautiful young woman. She graduated last year from high school and was supposed to be in college somewhere in the East. She was dressed to the nines and I was embarrassed as she noticed me giving her the quick once over. “Kelly, how the hell are you?” I stammered, as my eyes fixed on her 5’4, 100 pounds, lean and tanned body. She was wearing the kind of jeans I love, low cut, hugging the hips. She had on a leopard thong, the kind with the ties on the hips for easy and quick removal. She was wearing a powder blue halter-top that presented her B-cups to their fullest proportion. She had a pair of five inch heels on that made her seem so much taller than the little sweetheart I had watched grow up. I love heels because they accent the curves of woman’s body causing her ass to jut out a little more in back. Kelly has the tightest little ass, I have ever seen, so it made a wonderful picture. Kelly looked new to the heels so she teetered in them. She giggled and cast a knowing smile over her shoulder to two of her friends to her right. I could see she still had her braces, as they glittered in the lights of the bar. Braces drive me crazy as they make women have crooked, shy smiles. Kelly’s braces made her smile brighter and had her constantly licking her lips. Her friends were laughing too and giving me the once over. They seemed to be sharing a joke at my expense and I cursed my buddies as I wondered how stupid they thought I was for being there. “Yeah, I know, I’m a little old for a place like this,” I started and Kelly cut me off. “We weren’t laughing at you,” she assured me, “I just told them that older, good looking guy at the bar was my uncle and they didn’t believe me, that’s all, I bet them I knew you.” She introduced me to her friends who were both very stunning. Rachel was a skinny and tall brunette with beautiful jade eyes, while Lauren had an hourglass figure with the perkiest titties I had seen in a long time. We small talked and then when conversation fell off they moved to a table to drink and pick up guys. I went back to my beer and periodically looked over at them to see how they were doing. They waved from time to time and I watched them turn down an occasional guy then accept a dance from another guy. I lost sight of them and my buddies showed up and we drank for a couple of hours and then they were ready to leave. As I got up to go, Kelly came back over and said she hoped it wouldn’t be any bother but she needed a ride home. I looked around for her friends but didn’t see them. Kelly giggled and said they had got lucky and met someone and had left her. I said goodbye to my buddies and told her sure. As we made it out to my car, I noticed Kelly was a little tipsy. I asked her how much she had to drink and she giggled and said a lot. I didn’t notice her drinking that much but she looked loaded. I helped her into the passenger side of my truck and she stumbled in after brushing up hard against me. It could have been deliberate but I had no real way of telling. Her body felt so warm and she smelled sweet. I went around to my side of the truck and got in. Kelly had slid across the seat and was sitting in the middle of the bench seat. I didn’t say a word and got in next to her. She let out a giggle and then smiled at me and said she was glad she hadn’t met anyone because he probably would have taken advantage of her. I didn’t answer back but just nodded. I asked her if she was still living at home and is that where she wanted me to take her. She said she still lived at home but then got serious. She said things at home were bad and that if she went home drunk she’d probably get in all kinds of trouble. Knowing my sister and brother, I knew this was true. I asked if she had a friend’s house I could take her to and she laughed. “They just left with guys, I don’t think they want me bothering them now,” she explained. She then smiled sweetly, almost devilishly and asked, “Could I sleep over your place?” She didn’t wait for my answer and added, “I’ll be gone first thing in the morning!” She play acted ‘pleading and grabbed my right arm. Against my better judgment, I said, “ I guess so” and we drove to my place. I was living in an upstairs apartment. The landlord, a divorcee of 48, lived downstairs. She was cute for her age and had made repeated overtones whenever I paid the rent. I had held her off but saying I was recently divorced and not ready to date for a while. When we got to the apartment, I knew she was going to peeping out her window to see who it was. What I didn’t figure was that she was going to see Kelly and think I had brought home a young lady. So when I made my way with Kelly in tow up the stairs to my apartment, I was surprised to see her disapproving glance. The steps up to my place are step and narrow and in Kelly’s condition, I didn’t need her falling down them. I stopped at the bottom of them and told her to go first and watch her step. She smiled and thanked me for my concern. As she walked up in front of me, I couldn’t help but notice how petite and tight her ass was. She was a soccer player in high school and was in terrific shape. About half way up she glanced around and caught me looking at her ass and giggled. My embarrassment was quickly doubled as she stumbled and fell back into me. Scrambling to catch her, my hands cupped and caught her ass cheeks in both hands. Kelly moaned and ooh’ed and then giggled. She apologized for her clumsiness, “Sorry about that.” She righted herself but in the process seemed to wiggle her ass back against me. My right hand slipped off her ass and down between her legs. I goosed her good by accident and then pushed her back up on her feet and we proceeded up to the steps to my door. I got out the key and began opening the door and Kelly leaned into me and I looked over and could tell she was almost asleep. The alcohol had made her drowsy and now she was about to fall over. Opening the door and I caught her and lifted her up. She felt light in my arms and her perfume was intoxicating. I carried her to my couch and laid her there. She was out like a light so I went to my cabinets and got some sheets and a blanket. Moving her ever so carefully, I got the sheets on the couch under her and laid her in a comfortable position. She was still clothed but I didn’t want to wake her so I just covered her up with a blanket and let her to sleep it off. I went to my bed and got one of my extra pillows and brought it back to put under her head. She was still asleep on her back but when I put the pillow under her head she rolled on her belly. Out from under the sheets, Kelly’s high-heeled feet came and I thought she would be so much more comfortable with them off. Unleashing the straps I removed them one at a time pausing to check out her soft and petite feet. For such an athletic girl she had maintained very feminine feet. I left her there and went to my room and went to bed. I usually watch the sports’ highlights of the day before I go to bed but wasn’t really interested. Still I turned on the tv and turned down the sound. I didn’t want to wake my young guest. I stripped off all my clothes, as I prefer to sleep in my underwear. Tonight I had a pair of loose fitting boxers on. All though she is my niece, I got instantly hard as I thought of her in the next room. She was such a hot looking girl I wasn’t stopped by the familial bounds. I thought of rubbing one out but didn’t want to get caught or have Kelly over hear me so I decided to drift off to sleep and save my thoughts and masturbation for after Kelly left. I had to been asleep for about an hour when I was awoken from a nasty dream. I thought I was dreaming but the hands on my cock felt so wonderful that they broke me from my sleep. Opening my eyes ever so slightly, I spotted the little cock burglar. Kelly had crawled into my bed and had lied down beside me. Ever so quietly she had stuck her hands under the covers and had fished them inside my boxers and she was gently rubbing and tugging at my semi-erect cock. With one hand on my cock fisting me up and down, her other hand was playing with my balls. I couldn’t believe it so I lay there for a moment and enjoyed the gentle ministrations of the little nymph in my bed. Kelly was lying beside me and was gently biting her lip as she played with my cock. Knowing it wasn’t right and thinking that she was drunk and might have forgotten she had come home with me and not a guy or her boyfriend, I broke the silence by clearing my throat. Looking over at her, she smiled back with a devilish smile that let me know she knew exactly what she was doing. “Ahem, Kelly, what are you doing?” I asked. She laughed and answered back, “What does it look like, ah better yet what does it feel like?” she said mischievously. My head sunk back into my pillow and I laughed, “It feels like you are touching me somewhere you shouldn’t.” I knew it was wrong but it felt so good that instead of pulling away from her, I stayed there and continued to talk. Mischievously she stroked me harder and giggled. “You mean I shouldn’t be doing this?” she asked with a pout. “No, you shouldn’t be doing this,” I answered. Her hands were soft and feminine and caressed my cock like no woman had before. Very cattily she asked, “Do you want me to stop?” She smiled after her question and searched my eyes for my answer. “I think you should,” I answered and began to turn on my side to face her. My answer made her laugh, “You didn’t say you wanted me to stop, you just said I should stop,” she pointed out. “Do YOU want me to stop?” she pressed me. “Kelly, this isn’t right, I’m your uncle,” I explained my cock rock hard in her hands between the two of us aching for release. I tried to sound convincing but the sight of one of the hottest girls I have ever seen lying beside me in bed made it truly difficult. “Aw, you are such an old fuddy duddy,” she pouted, “its’ just sex, beside I’m the one playing with your cock, it isn’t like you seduced me.” She playfully pulled her hands off my cock and brought them out from under the covers. “Aren’t you afraid, I would use and abuse you?” I asked. Coyly, she smiled and said, “I’ll have to take my chances.” I smiled down at her and leaned forward. Taking her head in my hands I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. The little nymph was hot for it and her mouth opened wide to my mouth and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t believe she was here and that she was so willing. The little niece who had grown into a hot little teenager was now mine for the taking. Her hands moved back under the covers and I felt her seeking out my cock. She grabbed it and went right back to her stroking. I let up from our kiss and her eyes stared right back into mine as she realized I wasn’t going to stop her anymore. It was my turn to be coy and I smiled at her, “I’ll try not to abuse you.” She smiled back at me and watched as I lifted the sheets and swung them off me. Reaching over to her I took her mouth and pinched her lips and kissed them hard. Releasing her mouth, I cupped the back of her head and pushed it down towards my lap. Without hesitation, Kelly slid down and put my cock in her mouth. She had obviously done this before and she began sucking for all she was worth. With her hand on my cock, she stroked me as she sucked. I turned my body to her and pushed her head so she was right in front of my hips. Her sucking sounds and the feeling of my cock in her mouth was incredible. She was pretty good at it and I planned right there to teach her how to be an A-1 cock sucker. “That’s it, Suck it good,” I urged her. She sucked harder and her little hand pumped my cock quicker. “That’s it suck my cock, you little slut,” I said and I could tell she liked ‘dirty talk’ as she moaned on my cock and kept up her work. She wasn’t afraid to choke or gag on my cock. When it felt like she might choke she slowed her pace and pulled back a little. Reaching below me, I took her hands away from my dick and told her, “Just use your mouth.” She obediently pulled her hands away and just sucked. “Yeah,” I exclaimed as my cock slipped back and forth, deeper into her mouth. Using my hips, I began to saw my cock in and out of her mouth. Kelly was drooling and her saliva allowed my cock slide back and forth easier and the sheets wet beneath us. “That’s it, suck it,” I told her and put my hands on her head. Her lovely blonde locks were everywhere so I pulled her hair together into one great bunch. Using my hand wrapped around her hair, I pushed her face down on my cock. She moaned in front of me and she nervously giggled around my cock. “That’s it, keep your mouth wide open and let me fuck your mouth,” I instructed. She must have been used to using her hands because they keep coming up to touch my cock and thighs. “Keep your hands down, just let me use your mouth,” I told her and she pulled them back again. The feeling was exquisite and I couldn’t believe my luck. My little niece was a cock hound and an obedient one at that. I looked down at her petite figure as it lay next to me and thought of all the wonderful times we were going to have. She only had on the halter-top and her leopard thong from earlier in the evening. Taking my right leg, I slipped between her legs and with a little coaxing I forced them apart and put my lower thigh up against her mound. She got the hint and started rubbing herself against my leg. This caused her moan on my cock and suck harder. The thought of her now working to give her self an orgasm was too much for me. I felt my cock lurch in her mouth and familiar feeling of an explosion welling up in my loins. I didn’t know if Kelly had ever swallowed a man’s cum before but I was going to make sure she swallowed mine. “Now, I don’t want a mess, so you are going to swallow my cum,” I told her, ignoring the wet mess already on the sheets beneath us. She moaned on my cock again and brought her hands up to my hips, “Put your hands down,” I ordered and she pulled them away. That was all it took. My little submissive, nympho niece pushed me over the edge and I nutted hard in her throat. I felt myself spurt than I felt my cock being milked by her talented throat. She seemed to drool some but kept sucking. Once spent, I pulled her head off my cock and separated from her. She was panting and her face sought mine. Her eyes were moist from choking but she had a delirious, fuck me look on her face. She watched for my reaction and I smiled down at her. She liked my smile because she beamed and took her left hand and wiped her mouth. I roughly pulled her up by the hair so her face was even with mine. Her mouth sought mine but I kissed her on the forehead and told her to open her legs. She did, pushing her knees out and her hips up. My hand went between her legs and I grabbed hold of her warm mound. Her thong was soaking wet and I squeezed it and her pussy lips in my fist. Kelly purred like a kitten and reflexively tried to close her legs. “Keep them open,” I ordered and she obeyed. Her arms moved to hug me but I told her to put her arms by sides and to take the back of her knees in her hands. She giggled and did it, thrusting her hips into my hand. “That’s it, my little slut,” I told her and playfully slapped her pussy through her panties. It was almost more than she could bear as she groaned hard and bit her lips and tried to roll over away from me. I grabbed her pussy lips in my hands and held her there. Pulling her thong aside, I got a delicious waft of her pussy. She was soaking wet beneath her thong and my hand and fingers sought her moist hole. She was beside herself as my fingers split her lips and spread her opening. She loved my manipulations as she pushed her pelvis up into my hand. I didn’t finger her just yet as she moaned close to my ear and I could tell that is what she wanted. Instead I spread her warm wetness around and massaged her clit. My spent cock was back at full staff now. “Oh god, of god,” Kelly moaned and her hips moved back and forth, pushing up against my hand and then falling away. She was enjoying my firm hand on her pussy but would pull away as the feelings got more intense. I slid up on my knees beside her so I could watch her lovely face as she writhed. “Come on, move your hips,” I urged her. She stared into my eyes and bit her lower lip. Her eyes were still glassy and wet from sucking my cock. “Here, taste yourself,” I told her and pulled my wet fingers from her snatch up to her mouth. She moaned in disappointment as she didn’t want my hand to leave the front of her cunt. In fact, I think she was ready to explode and she really wanted me inside her. I stuck my hand in front her face and Kelly leaned forward and eagerly licked at my hand. She didn’t open her mouth but instead tried to lick at my fingers, sliding her tongue between to suck up her moisture. The sight of the little nympho licking at my hand was almost too much for me to take. I thought about reaching down and stroking my cock but I didn’t want to explode just yet. Pushing my hand against her face, I smeared her juices on her lips and forced her mouth open. Her mouth opened and I stuck my fingers inside. At first, she held her mouth tightly closed but opened it a little more as my fingers continued to push in. “Come On, suck‘em clean,” I told her and pushed all four fingers into her mouth up to my hand. Kelly had her eyes closed now as she savored her taste but I could tell she wanted her release. Her hips were still rolling and she fidgeted from side to side. Taking my left hand, I cupped the back of her head and leaned it up so she could see me playing with her. Taking my right hand out of her mouth, I returned it to her steaming hot pussy. She nearly came on glued as I grabbed her puffy, engorged pussy lips and held them tight. Her hips pushed against me and urged me to continue. With a moan, she cried out as I rubbed my palm against her cunt. Taking my fingers, I pulled her thong aside and slipped my middle thing inside. “Oh god, yes,” Kelly cried out and her breathing accelerated. Slowly, I worked my finger in and out, up to the second knuckle, all the time keeping firm pressure on her little clit. Her little snatch was dripping and she was beside herself. Her hips rolled with my finger, trying to capture and hold it when it sunk in. She was very tight and I figured she was probably still a virgin but had done oral and heavy petting to hold off her boyfriends. Secret Lover Taking my index finger, I slid it right next to my middle finger and pushed it inside her now. She cried out again and moaned, “Oh fuck,yes,” with her hips undulating under my hand. She was close and I wanted her to explode. I wanted this little nympho to remember this orgasm for a long time. Taking my pinkie, I slipped it near her asshole and feathered it across the opening. Her juices had wet her opening and provided lubrication for me. The moment my finger touched her anus, her orgasm came in waves. Seeing her climax beneath made me crazy with lust. She was writhing beneath me and riding my fingers as they slipped in and out of her pussy and played with her asshole. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she moaned loudly. Her hands grabbed and squeezed the bed sheets below her and her head rolled back and forth in my hand. It was a couple minutes of sure orgasmic joy for her but it was an unforgettable memory for me. The sight of my little teenage niece, all 100 pounds of her, fucking her tight little cunt against my hand until she exploded would deliciously hang in my gallery of memories forever. Smiling, I looked down on her as she caught her breath and her composure. Her muscles in her legs and stomach were still twitching and she was opening and closing her eyes. My cock wanted release so I pulled her head close to my cock. “Just open your mouth,“ I told her and she did. Beneath me, with her head lying flat on the bed, I jerked off my cock. Her pretty mouth was open and her tongue was out. Looking down on this angel was too much. Her braces glistened and her tongue beckoned for cum. Kelly’s eyes were open and she stared almost cross-eyed at my cock as my hand fisted it. Pre-cum glistened from my tip and the little cock hound picked her head up from my bed to lick at it. She slipped her tongue over the tip of my cock and the moist disappeared with her tongue. Using my left hand, I pushed her head down on the bed and held her there. I was about to cum and I wanted her ready. “Open your mouth wide,” I ordered and began to ejaculate over her. With her mouth wide open and her tongue stuck out I shot my seed on her pretty little face. My cum shot beside her face, in her mouth, on her braces, on her lips, on her tongue, and on her face. Hungrily she lapped at it and tried to get it all. Seeing her beneath licking and lapping at my cum on the end of my cock and on her face, almost made me hard again. It definitely had me thinking about sex again. Spent, I let go of my cock and using my finger, I collected some of my ejaculate from the head of my cock and put it in her mouth. Kelly smiled and licked off my finger. There was cum on her face that her tongue couldn’t get so I scooped it up and put it in her mouth. I big glob was on the middle of her tongue and I told her to swallow it. She did and smiled devilishly. There didn’t seem to be anything this little cum-swallower wouldn’t do and I smiled and cupped her head to my lap and stuck my spent cock back in her mouth. Kelly took my cock and swallowed hard. The feeling on the end of spent cock in the back of her mouth was indescribable. The feelings I had for this horny little slut with her mouth fastened on my cock were incredible. She mouthed my cock a couple of times and sucked hard and I let her up. After our little fuckfest, Kelly and I laid on my bed and chatted. I must admit that our conversation made my dick really hard. A couple of times, I stopped her mid-sentence so I could stick my cock in her mouth. Each time, I did it she laughed because she knew what kind of effect she was having on me and I think it turned her on. She told me that she knew I was a really kinky guy because she often over heard my wife complaining to her mom/my sister. She said she heard that I liked to play little games with my ex-wife/her aunt and that I would have her dress up for me. She floored me when she said she was turned on by my wife’s stories and even masturbated that I did those things to her. She said she knew right then that she wanted to have sex with me, so she could experience first hand my perverted ways. I laughed and pulled her head again to my lap and she took me in her mouth. I rocked my hips forward and my cock slipped in almost to its full length. I told her to hold it there and despite a little gag, she did. After 5 or 6 seconds, she pulled her head off me to keep from gagging hard. But what drove me over the top was when she said that at the bar her friends were commenting on how cute I was and that one of them asked if Kelly would mind if they hit on me. She floored me with her revelation that she told them ‘no’ because it would bother her because of my break up with her aunt. Of course, the real reason was she had designs for me of her own. That bit of news drove me crazy and I stuck my dick back in her throat. Kelly sucked on me hard and I pulled her head deep in my lap. “Jealous little tramp wanted my cock all for herself,” I said as I buried my 8 1/2 inch cock in her throat. She moaned below me and I could tell she was giggling by the vibrations on my cock. Without much trouble, I came for the third time in her mouth and she eagerly swallowed. Secret Lover I could not believe what was happening to me right then and there. It was a mix between a dream and a nightmare. Here I was lying in the bed of my four year college crush, Colleen, both of us naked, both of us breathing heavily after a heavy make out session, then stripping naked, then...and here's where the nightmare part comes in, seeing Colleen's giant dick and huge sack of balls. That's right, Colleen was a shemale, a tranny, a chick with a dick. She lied next to me on her side staring at me, but she didn't have any shame, she was not embarrassed by her surprise, in fact she was glad she finally shared it with me. I on the other hand was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do. I was mortified, terrified, almost grossed out to the point of vomiting and trying to keep it together. Strangely enough, I was still erect, and had no clue why. My brain was spinning, my heart was pounding, and yet my cock and balls were still tingling. Was I really so into this girl, er guy, er whatever that I didn't care what kind of equipment "it" had? Never had so many questions gone through my head at once. "I thought you knew." Colleen said. "How would I know about...that. I've never seen you naked." I said. "Yeah, but you've been my friend for years, hung out with me and my roommates. Haven't you noticed that my ex-boyfriends were a little on the feminine side? I just figured that you'd put the pieces together. I'm sorry I never shared." She said. "It might have been something to share before all this got started." I said. I looked over at her, she was now on her back, also still erect. I couldn't take my eyes off her giant penis. I looked up at her eyes, she was staring back with the clear look of seduction. I looked back down at her cock. She turned back onto her side, staring deeply into my eyes. Her big blue eyes were mesmerizing, even now that I knew she was a dude, I still couldn't resist them. Her ruby red lips parted, "let me fuck you in the ass." She said, as though it were a good idea. "Are you kidding me?" I said, baffled and disgusted just by the notion that she thought she could even ask that question. I looked back to the ceiling, my face twisted with confusion and I thought to myself, 'how the fuck did this happen?' I'll tell you how, Colleen is fucking hot. She is! She is a hot, sexy woman...so I thought. She has this Courtney Cox thing going on, at least in her face. Her jet black hair was always pulled back into a pony tail and with her tanned skin it gave her a nice Latin vibe. Her face, a little thicker, but she could be a look alike for Courtney Cox, seriously she could. The rest of her body, not so much. She was shorter for one, her breasts a lot bigger, and fake as I am now finding out. Her stomach was flat and tight, she was a workout fiend and it showed. Her lower body was thick, and did not match the upper half. Her legs were pure power, thick, defined and full of muscle. Her ass, though firm was as equally strong and thick as her legs.. Along with a killer body, she had a great personality. Always bubbly and friendly, but in this no nonsense kind of way. We had the same major so we often had the same classes and we studied and help each other out and over time developed a great friendship. We never pushed anything relationship wise because we were always with someone. I had girlfriends, she had boyfriends, it just never worked out...until now. Now we were both single, both a little buzzed and both horny as hell. We had talked about hooking up once or twice before, but it never lead to anything. Tonight, however it was going to happen and nothing was going to stop us. She lead me into her bedroom then closed and locked the door behind her. I turned around watching her enter. She then stormed me, tearing her blouse open revealing her heavy tits wrapped in a black lace bra. She jumped into my arms and we began making out heavily like it was our last days on earth. What a kisser she was, very passionate with a very active tongue. Her thick DSL lips had a suction to them, which did not allow my mouth to stray from hers, not that I wanted to. She wrapped one of her thick powerful legs around my waist and forced me down to the bed. She began undressing me, kissing my exposed body, sucking on my nipples as she worked her hands around my belt. She whipped it through the loops and tossed it across the room. She unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down and in one fluid motion removed my pants, boxers and let my extra hard cock free from its cotton confines. She cooed in awe of my erect penis, always a confidence booster. She dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock down to the base. Her nose buried into my trimmed down pubic hair and she use the back of her throat to rub the head of my dick, driving me to near insanity. She released me, taking a deep breath and I feel back to the bed as the cool room air connected with my spit covered shaft. "Now that's how to suck a dick." I said complementing her. She went back down for more, again swallowing me to the base, then dragging her tight mouth and strong tongue up and down my cock, slurping and sucking, making quite the wet messy racquet. She again released me, this time crawling up to the bed and lying next to me, kissing me, rubbing her hands around my body. I turned to spoon her, pressing her ample tits against my bare chest. I wanted those jugs in my mouth. So I pushed to her back and kissed her right between her cleavage. She moaned and groaned and sighed as I kissed around the top part of her breasts. I reached back, unclasping her bra with one flick of my thumb and middle finger, releasing the fabric and noticing there was little to no movement in her tits. That's when I figured out they were fake. I removed her bra, tossing it to the ground at the side of the bed. I looked over her large tits, taking in the mountainous view, the way they parted down the middle like a valley, how her hard nipples looked like erasers on a no. 2 pencil. I dove in, growling as I took her stiff nip into my mouth, latching on like a new born, and sucking as if I were trying to detach it from her body. "Oh, I like it, be rough, I like it." She said, moaning over and over. Then with a lustful energy I dove onto the other, with my hand to press the stiff tit towards my wanting mouth. "Titty fuck me, baby!" She yelled as I aggressively nibble her nipple. I pulled away, sucking until her titty would come no further and popped loudly out of my mouth. I pushed her flat on the bed, straddled her chest and slapped my cock down into her titty valley. She grabbed the sides of her breast, pinching them together, squeezing my cock as I began thrusting back and forth, pushing my hips into the bottom of her big, fake boobs. "Slam those titties." She begged, pressing them harder and harder together. I leaned back, getting some more force behind my thumping humps. I braced myself on her leg, taking notice that her pants were still on. I took my other hand, sliding it between her legs to give her pussy a nice over fabric fondling. Only there was no pussy. There was, instead a pole, it felt like a pepperoni stick in her pants. I stopped my movements. I felt more and more of the stick in her pants, suddenly my heart was racing for the wrong reasons. "What the fuck?" I asked. I looked down at her. She looked confused, her eyes asked 'why did I stop?' "Uh..." I said as I dismounted her chest. I moved to the side, her pants had formed a tent between her legs. "Oh." She said, as if it were nothing. She hopped off the bed and unbuttoned her pants. "Sorry." She said again, as if this was normal to feel a long, hard, thick object between her legs where a warm, wet, wonderful pussy should be. She turned away from me, sliding her pants down over her thick lovely, curveous ass. She was wearing a tiny g-string thong, which quickly went away as she pulled it down after her pants and stepped out of them and turned. "Check it out." She said, very nonchalant. And there it was, fully erect, glistening from the pre-cum at the tip and throbbing with veins. "9.5 inches, see." She said, grabbing a ruler from her desk and laying it on its side, on the top of her she-dick. She didn't even take notice that I was mortified. I froze like a dear in the head lights. "Not too bad." She said, then looking over at me. "What?" She asked as I lowered myself to the bed coming to a stop on my back, staring at the ceiling, taking us to where the story started. "Let me fuck you in the ass." Those words echoed in my head. All I could think was, 'here is this girl, er whatever, that I've practically been in love with for four years and now she has a penis bigger than mine. And now she wants to fuck me!' I looked over at her. She stared at me intensely waiting for an answer. "Are you serious!?" I shouted. "Colleen, you have a penis!" "No," she said, in a matter of fact way. "I have a glorious cock." I became more confused. A glorious cock? What the fuck does that mean? I would think someone who'd had such a large, and I mean large secret, and was clearly proud of, which honestly she should be, I mean it was a monster...she should have told me before this started. "Oh, Andy, when we hook up, you'll notice I have penis, which I intend to stick up your ass and fuck you like a bitch. Oh, I'm sorry, a glorious cock." That's what she should have said. I lied back on the bed, stared at the ceiling some more. I have never felt so conflicted in all my life, so confused, so scared, so overwhelmed with disbelief. Then her hand was on my upper thigh and moving towards ground zero. "You're still hard. So, you must be curious in someway." She said. I looked over at her again, the seduction was still there. "Come on." She cooed. "I still look like a girl, smell like a girl, feel like a girl...mostly." She moved closer to me, her breath tickled my ear. My weakness, my ears and she knew this because in many sexual conversations we've had, I've told her my ears are my sexual weakness. She took full advantage. "Touch it." She whispered. "Touch my glorious cock." Knowing that I wouldn't do it on my own, she took my wrist and guided my hand towards her. She placed it on her stomach, I felt the smooth, feminine like skin as she pushed it down to her pubic hair, then to the base of her cock and I did it. I took her dick in my hand. "See, it's just like yours." She whispered, this time taking her tongue and tracing the outside of my ear lobe. Not quite like mine, I thought. I felt it up dragging the tips of my fingers along her thick shaft. As I did she began sucking my ear, continuing to whisper. "You know you want me. You know I want you...real...bad. Don't let this change how we feel about each other. Does this change everything?" As she whispered, my grip on her she-cock tightened, and without really knowing it, I was jerking her off. "That's it, that's it." She said over and over. I don't know if it were the way she said those words in that seductive way, or if it were the alcoholic buzz I still had, or the fact that my balls were full of cum and beginning to throb, but she was making sense. Sure, she's got a giant penis and two oversized balls, but she's still the Colleen I had a major crush on...still. I turned my head to look at her, to see her seductive eyes and when I did, it all came back. Pussy or penis, she is hot, she is sexy, she is the "woman" I want to fuck...or be fucked by right now. I rolled to my side and she came closer and our passionate kissing began once again. Her tits crashed against my naked chest, then her big wet cock hit my stomach and I felt the power that was behind that beast. The more we kissed the less I thought, the less I thought the more I let go and embraced this new sexual experience. I always said, college is the time for experimentation and this was a huge fucking experiment. Before long I didn't care of this was a man, woman, a mixture of both, all I cared about was enjoying sexual pleasure. The kissing had done what kissing is supposed to do, turn you the fuck on, and my cock and hers was throbbing, I could feel it pulsating against my stomached. I could feel the warm pre-cum oozing out and smearing around as we moved together in a passionate embrace. I pushed her lips away from mine, pushing her flat against the bed and once again devouring her shapely tits, sucking, biting, and owning each nipple. While I did this, my hand wondered down to her cock, standing straight up into the air, begging for some attention, which I was now all too happy to give. I stroked her fast, just how I like to stroke myself. I listened to her coos as I sucked the color out of one nipple and pulled her cock at the same time. I detached my mouth from her now well slobbered on nipple and turned my attention to her cock. It really was glorious. It was a sculpted penis, perfect in length, width, shape and dimension. There it was, in my hand, pointing to the sky and dripping with pre-cum. I could feel Colleen's stare. She was waiting for me to give her head, to suck my first cock. I was nervous, not so much for sucking a cock but for making sure I did a good job...literally. I had seen it done in so many porno movies, read articles on how to suck a good cock, even heard some girls talking about their preferred techniques. So now here I was about to do the thing I enjoy most receiving, I just hoped I could put my knowledge forth into what I had no experience with. I looked back at Colleen, she had excitement all over her face. I moved down towards her cock, kissing her stomach along the way until I got there, less that an inch from the base of her shaft. I studied the fat purple vein that ran down the top and disappeared inside to lower abs. I could feel Colleen's increased breathing and hear her heart beating. Now I was excited, I wanted this beautiful cock in my mouth. I raised my head, felt the spit collecting in my mouth, stared down at her perfectly shaped, slightly darkened head and opened my mouth. Slowly I lowered my head until the tip of hers was touching my lips. I felt the sliminess of her pre-cum, then the sweet yet salty taste of it. It made my mouth water more, which turns out is a good thing for a blow job. As the spit began to run from my lips to her cock, I took it in, letting my lips wrap an inch or so down, my tongue swirl around the head, smothering it with my mouth. I took a moment to take in what I was feeling, other than excitement. The head was smooth and rubbery in my mouth, the beginning of her shaft felt odd, like loose fleshy fabric around a pole. I could feel the various veins, bumps, and ridges on her shaft, it made my mouth and my balls tingle. I took more into my mouth, making sure to keep a tight, warmly wrapped seal around it at all times, carefully sliding it further into my mouth, avoiding any teeth connections. I continued until her head hit the back of my throat and I gagged, pulling this tool from my mouth and choking. "Oh, oh, are you alright." Colleen sat up asking, concern in her voice. "Yeah." I said, collecting myself. "I wasn't expecting that." "Yeah, that'll get you the first couple times. You're doing great, don't stop." She instructed. I wiped the water from my eyes, steady her cock again and this time I went down with more confidence. This time, I was prepared to suck not just taste and experience. I wanted to blow this bitch. I took it down to the tip of my throat, right before I would gag then come back up. Slowly at first, creating a rhythm then building up speed. Before long I was bobbing up and down like a piston, spit leaving a trail and running down her shaft. Colleen began sighing, then moaning, then shifting about as I increased my sucking action. Then she stopped me. "Whoa...better hold off or I'm going to go off." She said, her chest rising and falling heavily. She sat up, pushing me back and kissing me. "How was it?" She asked. "How was my cock in your mouth?" "It was good." I said. "Yeah, just good? My cock was just good in your mouth?" "Colleen, it was incredible." I said, leaning up. "Give me more." I demanded. She smiled at me, kissed me once more than lowered herself down to my cock and took it in her mouth. Colleen could deep throat, and she did it with the greatest of ease. I wished that I could have returned the favor, but she seemed quite satisfied with my first time blow job effort. and it certainly didn't contain her enthusiasm. She sucked my cock hard, fast, and deep peaking my excitement, making my hips buck. Feeling my reaction, she stopped sucking, but kept lowering herself down, taking my balls, which at this point were quite swollen and very sensitive. "OOOOOKay." I moaned as she rolled them about her mouth. She released my aching nuts and sat back. She looked down at my spit shined cock and balls and sighed. My legs were already spread, and with her thumb she took what drool was collected around my sack and traced it down into my asshole and began rubbing. I tightened up from a feel that could only be described as...different. I sat up, clamping her hand under my ass. "Whoa." I said, surprised by a feeling I couldn't full describe at the time. "I need you to relax." She said. "If I'm going to fuck your butt, I'm going to need to loosen you up a bit." I looked at her, she back at me. She could see the increasing nervousness, uncertainty, and probably fear in my face. She put her finger to her lips and shushed me, gently and then asked me to lie back down. "It's ok, trust me here. I won't hurt you, but you've got to relax." I did as she instructed, reluctantly though. But I lied back, unclamping her hand and trying very hard to loose my stomach, legs and asshole. Colleen began rubbing around my hole, pushing slightly, but not entering, just swirling her thumb with a fair amount of pressure. "Can you please lift your legs, grab your knees and hold them back." She instructed. She reached under my knees and pushed them up into the air. I reached out and grabbed them, holding them apart, bring my asshole into the light and feeling very exposed. "You're going to love this next part." She said. I looked down between my legs are her beautiful smiling face. I could tell she was gathering spit in her mouth. Then she leaned forward mere inches from my asshole and spit a thick hard wad into my exposed hole. The warm wet feeling made me shout "Whoo!" But when her tongue dove down, pushing into my hole I screamed "Fuck!" She wasn't lying. While I had never had my asshole touched, fingered, or licked before, feeling her warm, hard tongue licking, pushing, swirling around my loosening anus was amazing. She kept spitting and wiggling her tongue around, making it warm, wet and slicked up like never before. If this was her way of getting me to do whatever she wanted, it was working. She kept slurping and making noises I've only heard in porno movies. She moaned as I moaned, she flicked her tongue around, in and out of my butt like a gopher in a hole. I leaned back closing my eyes and enjoyed this wonderful oral treatment that never in my wildest drams did I expect to receive...or enjoy for that matter. I opened my eyes to watch Colleen's head sway around my ass, only she wasn't there. Oh, she was still between my legs, and I still felt pressure, pleasure and the like around my asshole, but she was sitting up, staring at me. "Right now," She said, softly and seductively. "I have two fingers, to the knuckle in your asshole. What do you think about that?" She asked. I leaned back and sighed. "I think it's great." I said, letting the pleasure of anal penetration waive through my body. While mentally it was weird, physically it was incredible. I didn't want it to end. Secret Lover "Okay, I think you're ready." She said. "Stay like you are." She ordered as she hoped from the bed and over to her desk. I watched her fat monster cock sway back and forth as she strutted herself away. I was becoming more and more of a fan of the chick with a dick by the second. If you would have asked me ten minutes ago if I would go through with this ever, I'd say hells to the no. But now, with after having the proper amount of alcohol, a tranny that likes as fucking HOT as Colleen, and been pleasured in ways that I'd never even dreamed of, there is not a place or position I'd rather be in right this moment. She came back to the bed, this time with a condom wrapped around her glorious cock and a bottle of lube in hand, which at the moment was being squirted on top of her rubber wrapped penis and she jerked herself off, spreading it around. She climbed back on to the bed, again sitting back on her legs before me. Her lubed up cock pointing towards me, saying, I'm about to be inside you. She took more lube and applied it to my asshole. She rubbed it around the hole, then took the tip of the bottle and squirt some inside, which made me twitch as the cool, slimy liquid spread inside my anus. After an ample application of lube, Colleen tossed it to the floor and moved towards me. "Stare at my tits." She instructed. "Imagine you're cock right between them, pumping your big beautiful cock head into my chin." I did as I was asked. And the mental imagine of my cock between those mountainous fake tits was all I needed. She kept moving forward, bring the image of titty fucking her closer. Then I felt the tip of her very, extra, super hard cock being placed at the opening of my asshole. "Take a deep breath." She instructed. "Now, exhale and relax every muscle in your body." I did as she asked. As I exhaled, I felt my legs, back and butt loosen, and in one swift moment, she entered me. I cried out "Fuck! Take it out, take it out!" "No, you've got to let the pain go away. It will go away." She said, sitting back. I felt like I had just been ripped apart. The burning sensation now shooting through my body made my eyes water up and tears come down. "It's ok baby. You are so tight. Just keep staring at my tits. It will pass, I won't move an inch until you're ready. And if this is all you want, then I am ok with that. Because your ass feels really, really good." she said so soft and sexy like it made me feel much better. "Okay." I said. "I think we're good." "Great. You just tell me to stop whenever." She said. She sat back, propping her hands on my knees and began pulling her cock out of my ass. It felt like my insides where going to come with her monster cock, but just before I felt I would lose them, she pushed back in. This caused me to feel as though my stomach was now under my lungs. Slowly she pulled in and out, humping me like a bitch. I felt a little weird being on the bottom of this, but she kept looking down at me with this controlling, yet sexy smile and I was willing to submit to anything. Her pace began to quicken. As she started going faster, deeper, and a little hard, she started moving towards me. Before long, we were in the missionary position with my legs wrapped around her waist, her hips in full on power fuck mode and our lips locked together and our tongues wrestling in one another's mouth. I was grunting, she was moaning, and together we were meshing with sexual pleasures, that I at least never knew. Nor did I ever think I'd go for. Here I was, my first time getting ass fucked and loving every minute of it. Then she sat back suddenly, pulling her lips from mine in a hard suction like movement. She leaned back, drove her cock fully into my ass and moaned. Her face dropped, her back arched back and I could feel her giant cock now throbbing inside me, pressing on all walls of my anus as she unleashed her powerful orgasm. She collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and gently kissing my neck. My body was shaking, pleasure was shooting through out and I too was breathing with a heavy chest, not being pinned down by two big fat fake tits. "Wow." I said. But she didn't respond. She sat back up, her cock falling from my ass leaving it feel wide the fuck open. The look of sexual satisfaction was on her face. She slid off me going back down towards my cock, sucking on it with a furious hard pace. Her spit was literally running from the corners of her mouth. My balls ached so bad I thought I was going to blow right then. Instead, Colleen got off the bed, somehow her cock was still hard, though I could see the huge amount of cum gathered inside the condom. But she went to her desk and got another condom. She picked up the lube from the floor and squeezed some into her hands and tossed the condom on my chest. "Put that on." She ordered, in a sexually dominating way. I put the condom on, watching her as she applied the lube from hand to her own asshole. She again dropped the bottle and walked back to me. She climbed back to the bed, straddling me at my waist. She reached back with her lubed up hand to apply more to my now condom wrapped cock and guided it towards her asshole. She sat down with one feel flop and I was balls deep inside her ass. But it didn't feel like an asshole. It felt, oddly enough like a pussy. I guess the many years of anal penetration of loosened her up quite a bit. I've had anal sex in previous relationships and it's always been a tight fit, but not here. It feel awesome. Colleen rode my cock like a pro, coming up and down like a cowgirl in a rodeo. Her glorious cum filled condom wrapped cock was bouncing with her hips and tits and I was loosing control at the sit of all this sex tranny bouncing. "I'm going to cum." I said, groaning. "You're going to cum?" She asked me like a demented sexual monster. "You're going to cum!" She shouted and jumped from my cock and onto the floor. She grabbed the tip of the condom and ripped it from my cock. "Get down here and jerk off onto my tits." She ordered, no she demanded. I slide from the bed, and stood in front of her while she kneeled, grabbing her firm melon like tits at the sides and pinching them together. I jerked my cock hard and fast trying to get my cum to explode all over her as she sat there pleading. "Oh give it to me, give me your cum." I felt the tingle of orgasm rising. Then I hit the point of no return and I released. Splash after splash of cum shot from my cock onto her tits and began running in all directions, dripping from her hard taught nipples onto her thick sexy legs. The orgasm was so hard that my balls ached more from cumming then they did while getting sucked on. But the sweet relief was intense and I feel back to the bed, looking down at this sexy he/she covered in my cum. She looked up at me in sexual conquest. "This changes everything." She said. Secret Lover Chapter 1 "Tell me what you want baby." Melanie's mind was filled with fog, all she could think of all she could feel was the sheer euphoria of being loved so tenderly, his voice was a low rumble the promised ecstasy she had never experience before . With a swift flick of his wrist, he had her bucking feverishly against his touch. No matter how hard she tried to hold back her body seemed to show who was in control. "I can't hear you love, you have to speak up if you want me to give you what we both need." "I... I want you to fuck me, please... Please fuck me." "You beg so pretty baby and you're so wet for me I want to feel you cum all over my cock but I need you to open your eyes." "What?" Melanie said confusion, beginning to set in. "Open your eyes." Buzz...Buzz...Buzz... Melanie's eyes flew open as she turned and looked at the alarm on her night stand; the blue neon lights read 6:30am. With a loud sigh she lifted the covers hoping to find a devilishly handsome man in between her thighs only to see her own thin brown fingers deep inside her moist folds, and felt a wave of disappointment that they were the cause of her vivid dreams. "Mel girl you need a man" she mumbled in the silence of her bedroom, pushing her feet to the floor she shuddered at the sudden cold chill she got from the wooden floor. She made her way to the bathroom, turning on the lights she sighed when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Melanie's skin was the color of heated clay, a soft brown with a hint of red. Her jet black hair fell in wild curls down her face and neck, framing her round face, making her almond shaped eyes looks even larger than they already were. Her nose was small, and edged down just like her Mother's, while her thick lips shielded her perfectly straight teeth, which despite never having braces were evenly aligned and gleaming. It wasn't like Melanie felt ugly, on the contrary she knew she was pretty, but after her last relationship she felt like damaged goods. Even though she was tired of having the same lucid dream only to wake up with her fingers smelling like her own coochie she wasn't sure if she was ready to give herself to anyone just yet. Feeling she had admired herself enough for one day she began her morning routine, she grabbed her bottles of oils and rubs and breathed in deeply. The heavy aroma of rose water and peppermint filled her senses; she poured a small amount in her hands and began to rub the oil into her arms legs and chest. Once she was satisfied it was all gone, she scooped a bit of the special hair butter mama Ella made especially for her and proceeded to rub the mixture into her thick locks. Melanie loved wearing her hair natural and chemical free she had been doing so for nearly 6 years now ever since she met Mama Ella at an African culture festival. She had a booth of hand made oils lotions and hair care products. Along with some African sculptures and paintings. "Why don't you kick that hair crack and wear you hair the way God intended?"She said her hands on her hips. "Excuse me?" Melanie said walking towards her. "Well I'm pretty sure when you were born your hair wasn't that straight and from the looks of it your roots there screaming for some relief."Melanie grabbed at her hair feeling immediately self conscious, "Calm down child. Why don't you try my hair butter if you like it and it works for you , your welcome to come and get more." she said handing Melanie a card. From then on Melanie bought all her products from Mama Ella, after taming her hair Melanie moved back into her bedroom in search of an outfit. After searching through her closet full of clothes she found a tan pencil cut dress with no sleeves, a set of black stilettos, and a thin black belt to wrap at her waist, she turned to look at her clock again, the neon blue digits now reading 7am. "Shit, gotta hurry!"She thought as she pulled on the dress and heels, she fastened the belt, grabbed her jacket and briefcase and headed out the door. *** Her skin was like warm silk and begging to be touched, Cole watched her as she slid her round ass onto the desk and slowly spread her legs. He didn't know who this mystery woman was but something in him compelled him to want to know her, he wanted to lick, suck and kiss every inch of flesh she possessed and leave her begging for his cock, but for now he would watch. She began to fondle and squeeze her breast through the cotton fabric of her shirt and slowly worked one hand down to her slippery mound. Cole watched as two fingers disappeared into her hot cavern, she bucked and rode her fingers never missing a beat as she continued to squeeze and play with her nipple, Cole was loving the attention she was giving herself but could no longer contain himself. In three quick strides he was hovering over his vixen her fingers still buried deep inside her filling the room with the smell of her sex, Cole breathed in. "Is that peppermint?" he thought as he leaned into her. As if noticing him standing there the woman removed her fingers from her soaking wet pussy and brought one finger to Coles lips, without a second thought he eagerly slurped and sucked the sweet juices from her finger and watched as she did the same to the finger that was left. "Do you want me Cole?" The Woman's eyes were heavy slits, but even then Cole could see the lust that lived in them. "You know I do." he said, pressing her body against his rock hard cock "Let me show you just how badly I want you, bend over." Cole commanded, he was pleased when she did it with no question. He could have fainted from the sight of her bent over and awaiting him, only him. He released his aching cock from his pants and gripped it tightly; it took every ounce of will power he had not to cum her, as the arousal alone was driving him insane with need. He placed the mushroom like head of his cock against her opening and rubbed slowly, releasing a sinful purr from his mystery woman. "Are you ready baby I'm going to make you...." "Ring -Ring!" Cole shot up in his bed from the sound of his cell phone."Fuck..."He mumbled, turning to sit at the edge of his bed, he wanted to hurl the phone across the bedroom and smash it against the wall for waking him. He was so close this time, he could smell her fuck he could taste her. Cole wished he could find a woman like that, one that would bring him to his knees and love him not his bank account. Cole never had a problem bedding women, they flocked to him were ever he was and they were all the same. Beautiful on the outside, but cold, hollow, and frigid on the inside, they would smile, bat there eyes and spread there legs for him. He knew that most of the time it was his pedigree that caught there eye, other times it was his immense wealth. Cole was sick of being viewed as a walking dollar sign but finding the type of woman he craved was like looking for diamonds in a pile of shit. Cole stood and made his way to the bathroom; he adjusted the water and stepped into the shower letting the water cascade over his body. He could feel his hand slowly reach for his swollen member but willed himself to stop; he was already running behind and didn't have much time left. Today would be his first day as CEO of Steinberg &Fitz advertising , after settling a price for the companies take over he decided he would hold a meeting at the office, to not only introduce himself but get a feel of were the company was heading and who he felt was an asset to the firm. He was surprised the former owner was willing to sell but knew his options were weaning, with the companies stocks plummeting and no benefactors backing him selling to the highest bidder was his best chance. Cole quickly showered and dressed, grabbed his cell phone and keys and left to start his day. *** Melanie should have been speed walking champion; she quickly maneuvered and slid in between groups of people all in an attempt to make it to her office. It was now 8:15 and she was officially late, had she not stopped by Massimo's for his addictive cannolis and coffee she wouldn't be in this mess. Aw hell who was she kidding it was totally worth the risk, the large silver doors of the elevator in view she sped up only to have what must have been a brick wall step in the way. "Umph!" "What the hell?!" Melanie yelled, only to look up into the most beautiful set of emerald eyes she had ever seen, connected to them was the face of a living Adonis. He stood a towering 6'6 to Melanie's 5'4 frame with a muscular build she could clearly see even with the suit he wore, and damn if he wasn't wearing the hell out of that suit, his jaw curved smoothly upwards towards two perfectly placed dimples and very kissable lips. "I'm so sorry, let me help you." Melanie tried her best not to look like an idiot as he effortlessly lifted her from the floor. "Th-Thanks, I didn't see you there." Melanie said, smoothing out her dress with her hands. "It was totally my fault I wasn't looking were I was going, but could I ask why your in such a rush?" "Well I'm running behind for work & I want to see this new jerk off CEO that took over the company before he starts barking orders" Cole's eyebrows rose at the woman's comment, it was obvious she was upset about the change and that made him curious. Had it been anyone else Cole might have told her who he was and fired her on the spot, but this woman captivated him and if being bad mouthed by this ebony angel was the price to be in her presence Cole was willing to pay up. "What makes the new CEO such a bad guy? For all you know he could be really wonderful." "I don't care." Melanie said pressing her floor number on the elevator, "Anyone who would take the company away from a man who put his lively hood into it is a coward. He's probably some fat, old, cantankerous old man from old money, who thinks he can by and sell anything he wants."Melanie turned to look at the handsome stranger beside her, he had a look of surprise and amusement on his face that made him look even more handsome then he already was, and really Melanie was surprised herself. Here she was late and spewing her frustrations on him and she didn't even know his name. "I'm sorry," she said chuckling softly, "mind if I ask your name, I think its only right seeing as I've made you my elevator buddy and all..." Elevator buddy? Really Melanie?! Way to not look like an idiot. She internally scolded herself. "Its Cole and you are?" Melanie she replied tucking a stray hair behind her ear. Cole stifled a moan that yearned to escape his lips; something as simple as moving hair out of her face sent shivers through him and the way she licked her lips made him want to drive his cock in and out of her plump wet mouth. The ding of the elevator pulled them back to reality; "this is my floor." Cole said darting out of the small metal box. He had to get away from this Woman he could feel his will power failing miserably and knew if he had any chance on getting to know more about her, he had to lose the playboy act. Something told him she wouldn't fall for the same lame lines he gave to the women in his past. "Well it was nice meeting you, maybe I'll see you soon" Melanie said as the doors started to close. "I'm sure you will" Cole replied with a wink and a wickedly sexy smile, with that the doors closed and Cole turned on his heels thoughts of Melanie fresh in his mind. *** Melanie navigated from her stack of files to her laptop, trying to do anything to keep her mind off Cole. That smile he gave her that morning had her creaming in her pants, she was so enthralled in her fantasies about him that it hadn't dawned on her until she reached her office that she had never seen him before. Melanie had been with the company for a little over eight years and knew just about everyone but he was definitely new, she wondered if he was a client or maybe a new employee...either way he would be off limits , the company had strict regulations .. "Hey girl!" Melanie smiled as her bubbly friend entered her office. Kandice was a living Barbie doll, her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail but still managed to sweep past her shoulder blades she had a light tan that made her skin glow and she was wearing a peach colored dress that hugged her body and showed off her shape giving her an innocent appeal even though she was far from it. "What's up Kandi?" Melanie said, using the nickname she gave Kandice. "Nothing much thought I would swing by, see if you wanted to grab lunch after the board meeting today." "Yeah that sounds good , maybe we should just ditch the meeting. I'm not looking forward to seeing the new management anyway." Really Melanie was hoping she could lounge around the lobby until she saw Cole again. "What's with that face?" Kandice said a quizzical look on her face, "What? This is my face... Why?" "Don't give me that crap Mel I know you ... So who is he?" Melanie bit at her lip and leaned back in her chair, "his name is Cole I met him on the elevator this morning." "is he a client?" "I don't know..." "Does he work here?" "I don't know..." "Well is he dating someone?" "I don't know..." "Well damn Mel, what do you know?!" "I know he's gorgeous and he's somewhere in the building." Melanie said chuckling. "The guy looked like he stepped off a GQ photo shoot; he probably has to beat women off him with a stick so I doubt I would have a chance." "Mel you're always so down on yourself! Damn Marcus for treating you like he did and now you can't see what an amazing woman you are. That guy would be lucky to have you!" "Maybe Kandi but I only saw him once and on an elevator at that I doubt ill ever see him again." "If you say so Mel" Kandi said rolling her eyes. Melanie finished up with her work on her laptop and made her way with Kandice to the meeting. "Just forget him Melanie," she told herself before closing the door behind her. **** By the time Melanie and Kandice made it to the conference room, it was nearly filled with there other colleagues waiting to meet the new CEO and personnel of Steinberg & Fitz. The two friends took there seats at the very end of the table adjacent the door. Kandice was going on about her plans for the weekend and was trying to convince Melanie to join her for a girls night at a local club, they were so busy talking they didn't notice the group of men walking in. "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen I believe we're ready to begin. Before we start talk about the changes that we plan to make as well as current and future projects, I would like to introduce the new CEO Mr. Cole McKinney." Everything the man had said had went in one ear and out the other for Melanie until she heard his name "Cole... It can't be, please don't let it be." Before she could rationalize another alternative in her mind she saw him looking back with his smiling green eyes, it was him. *** Cole had spent a majority of the day using the perks of his new position to his advantage, he had his assistant look for any employees by the name of Melanie that fit her description, and once he found out her department and what she did, he decided he would make a surprise appearance at her office. Only now he didn't have to go through all the trouble, because here she was. The look on her face made him want to fall to the floor laughing, she looked shocked, scared, angry and surprised all at the same time, he knew there was no possible way she could have known he would be her boss and was pretty sure she felt embarrassed about what she said to him on the elevator that morning, but he honestly could care less now. "Mr. McKinney would you like to say a few words to your new employees?" the Man's voice shook Cole out of his thoughts, he hadn't noticed he was staring so intently at Melanie and could tell from her body language she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "Well I'd just like to say I am very excited to be working with you all and look forward to pursuing many ventures together, I cant wait to see what this company has to offer." Coles last words made Melanie look up, there eyes met and he could feel the heat behind them he hoped she understood his meaning. He definitely wanted her but the question was did she want him to? *** The rest of the meeting dragged by for Melanie, she could barely focus on the new plans for ad projects and found herself completely silent, only to have Kandice ask her every five minutes if she was alright, or to look up with Coles gorgeous green eyes on her. When the meeting was finally over Melanie tried to get out of the room quickly without looking like a maniac, she was almost home free when she felt a strong hand wrap around her arm. She turned to see Cole smiling down at her. "Hello Melanie," he said "did you enjoy the meeting?" "Why didn't you tell me you were the CEO? You let me say all of that stuff and look like a complete moron the entire time" Melanie replied, she was mad and her whisper came out harsh she wanted to punch him and kiss him all at the same time. "I'm sorry Melanie that wasn't my intention I simply thought I would let you vent, I didn't think it would be about me." "Hey Mel everything okay?" Kandice asked, her eyes shifted from Cole to Melanie, the tension she felt between them was clear but she wondered what was going on between them. "Nothing Kandice lets just go." The pair turned and headed down the hall to the elevator, but Cole was hot on her heels. "What are you doing for lunch?" "I have plans." "Well how about coffee?" "No thanks." "Well are you free this weekend how about dinner?" "Again I have plans this weekend." "No you do... Ouch!" Kandice shot daggers at Melanie as she rubbed at the arm she had just pinched and pouted. "Well I guess you're a busy woman and I seem to be holding you up, I'll see you soon Melanie." With that he turned quickly, leaving Melanie still fuming mad and Kandice completely lost. "What the hell was all that about?" Kandice asked crossing her thin arms. "It turns out the guy from the elevator that I blabbed to about not wanting to meet the new CEO is the CEO." "Oh my goodness, but he didn't seem upset, hell he asked you out even." "Yeah well, I'm not interested." Melanie knew she was coming off super self righteous when she spent the whole day thinking about him but she wasn't going to look like a fool twice in one day. **** Cole couldn't deny he was pissed, he could tell from the way she fidgeted when he was close to her that the strong attraction he felt was definitely mutual. He wanted to press harder to not let up but knew if he tried to force his hand he would risk losing his chance. "If she wants to play hard to get, I'll play her game... For now."