1 comments/ 27450 views/ 4 favorites The Inn By: puamanaboy The Inn (another story that takes place after In The Heat of The Moment) He was coming back to town after being with his wife in Italy for a year. He called and told me where he would be staying and said to meet him on Saturday at a nearby bar and we would take it from there. I was excited to say the least. He was my first m2m and I wanted more. Saturday arrived and an hour or more before we were supposed to meet I was sitting in the bar waiting. Eager? You bet! He finally walked in the door, hair a little longer, body looking fit as usual, 6’, 1" tall, 220 lbs, brownish blonde hair, clean shaven and the biggest smile. I could have melted. I should also tell you what he saw; I am 5'11", 225 lbs, stocky, blonde hair, sporting my stinger under my lower lip, smiling as hard as I could. He was the first to say something yelling across the bar “Hey you asshole what are we drinking?” I couldn’t stop laughing as I ordered him a Corona. “Hi, what the hell have you been doing in Italy? He wove a few stories that kept me laughing for the next 2 hours as we were drinking. Finally, he said “Let’s get dinner.” I suggested the place we were at hoping we could stay close to his place in case he was thinking the same thing I was. He agreed with the restaurant we were at and he continued his stories and we ordered wine and had dinner it was getting late and he suggested we go back to his room which had a television and living room area. We stopped by a liquor store and picked up some vodka to have while we continued our stories. We walked back to his Inn which is a very nice place, we get to his room which looks like a man’s room, clothes strewn about, the bed unmade from an afternoon/post flight nap and the bathroom looks, well, looks like it should according to any man. We walk out to the balcony, the moon is bright and we can see the seashore with the waves lapping up onto the sand. I tell him what I have been up to for the past year and finally he opens the Vodka and takes a couple of glasses and ice and we go inside and sit down with the TV on very low volume and we begin to talk about our sex lives with our wives which according to our discussion has become non-existent. This is exactly where I wanted the conversation to go and I believe he did too. It had been awhile so we both were nervous about it all not knowing whether the other one wanted to continue our exploration of our male sexuality or not, we did. We sat down on the couch with the TV volume low and only the light from the moon and the TV were illuminating the room. He turned towards me as if to say something and I couldn’t resist, I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. He grabbed my body and pulled me tighter to him kissing back harder and slowly easing his tongue between my lips into my mouth and we tongue wrestled breathing harder with every second. We broke the kiss as I pulled his shirt over his head. As I was pulling his shirt and having his arms stuck in the air I attacked his nipples and chest with my tongue making his nipples hard. I finished pulling his shirt off and went back to his lips, my hands all over his body. He stood up to pull my shirt off but I took the liberty of taking his pants and pulling them down noticing that he was wearing a black thong, I knew he was wanting this as bad as me. I let out a moan when I saw it and I looked up at him as he threw my shirt to the side and with a little smile he leaned in for a kiss. I pulled him on top of me his cock pressing against me straining at the thong material. He rolled off and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom where he lowered himself to pull my pants off he gave my cock a little kiss and licking the precum that was oozing out. He turned to put the water on in the shower. He smiled and said he wanted to take the whole night to pleasure us both. We remained standing and kissing as the shower warmed up. The water was so warm when we stepped in. He got in and I followed he turned to me kissing some more both of us with soap lathering each others bodies up. As we were kissing my hand started soaping his back working my way down to his gorgeous plump ass I moved my hands around the cheeks working the suds and my fingers in between his cheeks tickling his hole. His moans were getting more guttural with my finger circling his hole. I knew he wanted it all tonight as he pushed his ass back towards my finger to have it push deeper inside him. I pulled my hands back up to his back, neck, hair. I started kissing him down his chest as he continued soaping my shoulders, hair but then he just stood still and I arrived at his wonderful cock which was still enshrouded in the thong (don’t ask me how I forgot to take that off until now but I did). His cock was pushing the thong to its limits and I slowly pulled it down admiring every inch of his cock with its mushroom head and silky feel I took a long lick down its length. Taking each ball into my mouth and slowly sucking and nibbling it. He spread his legs a little farther so I went down a little further and then turned around sitting on my butt moving myself through his legs till I was staring at his gorgeous bubble butt. I started kissing his cheeks while my hands were slowly stroking his cock. I knelt up a little so I could get a little higher as I let go of his cock I took and spread both his cheeks dragging my tongue in between them working my way towards his hole. His excitement was incredible he was moaning and starting to lean forward grabbing the wall as I slowly worked my tongue inside his cheeks and then tonguing his hole. I didn’t know what to expect but it was incredibly arousing and erotic. I continued inserting my tongue into his hole he kept pushing back into me. I could feel his body starting to slide down the wall and I feared he would come crashing down into the tub so I pulled back and suggested that we were probably clean enough and that we should move to the bed he was more than eager to do this. We dried off and went to the bed which was big and soft, we continued kissing but now I wanted to have his cock in my mouth and I wanted to explore his ass more. I kissed down to his cock taking it in my mouth, the precum was flowing. I sucked up and down slowly at first then as his breathing became faster so did I. I took some of the cum that was leaking and rubbed it on my asshole to try to lubricate I wanted to surprise him before he shot his load. As I could feel his body start to tense and his cock start throbbing I pulled my lips off of him and as he was laying on his back I moved my asshole over his cock and slowly lowered myself down on his hard rod. As I did this he let out the loudest moan I have ever heard from man or woman. I moved myself down a little further and I don’t know how he hadn’t come yet but he was holding it and his cock was becoming so engorged. I rose up till just the head of his cock remained in my hole then I would slowly lower myself down on his cock taking it as far as I could. As I was raising up he grabbed my hips and pulled me down towards him and with his cock inside me he started shooting his load and it was huge. The throbbing and pulsating of his cock while still in my ass made my cock become every bit as hard and I thought I was going to faint or shoot my load or both it was a most erotic feeling. He finished cumming and I lay on top of him kissing his chest and tugging on his nipples. He said that was the best orgasm he had ever had. I couldn’t resist but smile I had accomplished one goal for the night. I rolled off to the side as he started kissing down my chest taking his time on each nipple. Moving his body down me his cock still semi hard rubbing its way down my stomach cum still dripping out of it. He suddenly turned me over onto my stomach and started kissing and licking around my asshole, I too have a bubble ass and he started taking his semi hard cock and rubbing it in between the cheeks leaving cum on my cheeks he uses his fingers to start probing in between my cheeks to my hole slowly getting his cum and spit moistening the hole up and all I could do was push my ass back towards him in anticipation of his cock taking another visit inside me. Instead he rolled me back over where I let out a groan and he whispered “There’s plenty of time for that but now it is my turn to have your cock inside me.” He started sucking my cock which was just about ready to unload and he artfully was able to keep it hard and put his feet down towards me so I could go back to licking his asshole which I hungrily did knowing that I was going to be able to have my cock sliding deep inside him. After a little bit of this he turned around and got on his hands and knees and said, “Please cum inside me now. I want to feel you.” I took my cock and slid it in between his cheeks with the tip of my cock just at the entrance of his ass. He pushed himself back letting out a little moan from the initial push which sent my cock halfway into him. He then lets out a groan as I grab his hips and slowly work myself in and out of him I knew I couldn’t last long but tried to not cum too quickly. He was moaning, I was moaning and then I came in short hard bursts he reached back and was able to pull me deep inside him as I continued cumming. I finally finished and my cum was dripping out of his asshole which I took the opportunity to lick up giving his hole a little kiss and lick which made him moan one more time. As we rolled back onto the bed I reached over and felt his cock amazingly hard again, I couldn’t help myself but take it into my mouth and suck it slowly. Licking and sucking his full length until he arched up and shot his cum into my mouth and I didn’t let a drop out. We both laid back and held each other mumbling that after a little sleep and a shower maybe we could do it all again. I of course mumbled back that would be fitting. We both fell asleep in each others arms. The Inn She stared from her window into the darkness, every detail of him seared indelibly into her brain; the slim tautness of his body as he strained to remove her car from its boggy captivity, the small smear of mud on his cheek as he wiped away his shoulder length hair from his eyes. She remembered his powerful shoulders has he pushed her car back onto the road, the rain having formed his shirt to a see-through second skin and the beam from his face as he turned, mud spattered, and bowed gracefully, then followed her to the Inn. Looking down from her second floor window, she could see the light from his window playing onto the grass directly below hers; her heart beating faster knowing his clothing was drying in front of fire in his room. In unaccustomed brazenness, she loosened the top of her thin satin dressing gown, leaving the room and proceeded to the floor below her, to his door. She padded quietly through the seemingly deserted house, every step towards his door making her heart quicken. Every step towards him filled with expectation and fear. She raised her hand to knock on his door, a nervous smile on her face, her mind racing, thinking of what to say. Her raised hand hovered with uncertainty and then fell to her side as she clutched the revealing gown at her chest and closed it as the fear and uncertainty welled up into her mind. She turned away to make silent retreat to her thoughts, safe in her room on the floor above. As she started to turn, the door in front of her opened. He stood there in the doorway, his large frame almost filling the doorway, silhouetted by the light within. His towel, too small by half, barely made it around his loins, its split revealing the strong thighs that had powered her vehicle to this guest house. His wet hair hung in twisted curls on his broad shoulders and caused small droplets of water to race each other downward, joining with others as they went. His wetness and the coolness of the hallway caused waves of goose-bumps to wash over him. She could see his nipples firm in the semidarkness and hers reacted similarly to the sight. She stammered and sputtered, caught in a moment of panic. The desire for the floor to open up and swallow her was strong. No words came. The sight of his body in the semidarkness, the nearness of him, and his unexpected appearance at the door had her mind awash. A soft smile swept across his face; its warmth and gentleness calming her, and with an easy grace he took a step backwards, bowing once again, bidding her welcome. The bow caused the split in his towel to ride higher, revealing the soft upper reaches of his thigh, the smile causing a small dimple to appear at the corner of his mouth, his large dark eyes melting the panic and uncertainty, melting her resolve to run. She stepped forward, her heart loud in her ears, his freshly washed scent in her nostrils, her breath short, and tingling feelings within her body running riot with her thoughts. The room was lit by a shard of light that pierced the floor from the bedroom, a thin line of light along the cream carpet. A red glow emanated along with the heat from the small flames of the open fire, causing large shadows to quiver on the walls, adding further to the surreal nature of the moment. She was drawn to the window; perhaps realising it was the only other way out of the room. He gazed at her as she stood at the window. The moonlight sliced through the cracks in the storm, revealing the lithe form through the now opaque material. Standing close behind her, he reached up and touched her shoulder, and looked to the window, but not to the darkness beyond, but to her reflection, to the rising and falling of her chest, to the long form being so truly reflected, to the robe partially open, to the soft white skin there revealed. She felt the touch of his hand on her shoulder. It was like a small shock that traveled down her spine to her inner thighs, triggering an excitement in her breast, her stomach and causing her hands to drop to her sides. This allowed the front of the gown to fall open an inch. One of her hands moved back, and found the hard dampness of his thigh, the muscle taut with anticipation. The realisation that his towel was missing caught her off guard, and a tiny noise escaped her throat. She then felt his lips on the nape of her neck and the tiny noise from her throat became a moan as she tilted her head to the side and squeezed the strong thigh, more to keep herself upright than from passion. But passion it was, as one of his hands gentle stroked the small of her back, trailing upwards to her shoulders, yet the sensation traveled downwards elsewhere. The softness of his touch was feather-like, yet all of her senses were keenly aware of its presence, and of him. She leaned back into him allowing herself to feel him against her. She felt the dampness of his chest soak into her robe, and soak through her very skin, but it couldn't put out the fire that had been kindled in her, that was now starting to burn brighter and rage, like the thoughts through her mind. She was so keenly aware of his lips on her neck, his hand on her back, and the hand on her shoulder that was now slowly moving downward to her breast. His touch made her thoughts impossible, replaced with swirling emotion, waves of passion, lust and confusion all rolled together by this ocean of feelings. She could feel his chest on her back, and oddly the touch of his foot on hers, and yet, her heart was pounding at the feel of his obvious pleasure and excitement that was pressing itself against her. She too looked into the reflection of the window. She watched as if detached, yet inextricably linked to the sensations, as he kissed her neck. His large powerful hands went to the collar of her robe, opened it, and slid it from her shoulder, where, like slow motion, its satin folds engulfed each other as it tumbled to the floor at her feet. Her heaving breasts, now open to the air and his vision, retracted their tips in pleasure and expectation. They were not to wait too long. His strong hand gently cupped her left breast. She saw the long fingers cup it, and in such tenderness, take its weight and caress it, sending messages to her inner thighs, and small tiny electric shocks to her nipples. Almost without knowing it, her hand on his thigh had started a journey of its own, a journey of discovery. The taut thigh muscles gave way to a soft inner thigh, small curls of hair played at the back of her hand as it changed position again. Her other hand was now behind her too, both intent on caressing and clawing, finding purchase, finding steadiness to hold her from the growing pleasure she felt in her own thighs. The jewel of her discovery was then in her hands, its size and texture brought a small gasp to her throat, accompanied by an answering sound from his. No words were spoken, only the language of touch, of response, of fire. She turned to face him, at the request of his hands. He gazed down upon her, through her. Instinctively she drew in her midriff, then felt embarrassment at the act, as she saw in his eyes the joy and desire of what he saw in front of him. For the first time, she too saw the result of that desire at his loins. He walked toward the leather couch facing the fire, towing her by the hand, her feet barely touching the ground as she floated on the air of pleasure and expectation. Their shadows, not wanting to be left behind, floated along the walls, their shapes ever changing at the whim of the flames. The leather of the couch was cool on her hot skin as she sat. It was a huge couch, the back of her knees touched its base, yet leaning back, she found herself partially reclined; her Beau on his knees before her. Oddly, she self consciously noticed the two lines across her stomach that the angle of her body had caused, and placed a cushion behind her to remove them, and thus bringing her aching breasts closer to the lips that were intent on enveloping them. The first touch of his lips and tongue to her breast caused her breath to intake, the touch with his hand to the other nipple added to the sensation, but the unseen attack of his other hand exploring between her thighs, caused her back to arch uncontrollably. The desire had built so strong, so fast, so uncharacteristically bold; she had to have him. Brief fleeting thoughts and doubts broke through the layers of pleasure and lust. Thoughts about her uncharacteristic wantonness, her behaviour, her forwardness, unable to clearly understand why this was so different to the way she would normally be. But the thoughts were soon washed away, as was the care for any future thought, as his tongue slowly made it way down across her stomach to small tufts of hair that hid the entrance to her soul. The tendrils of his wet hair snaked along her body leaving ripples of cold awareness in the sea of her sensations. These ripples changed to waves, then to pounding seas, as he paid attention to his duties. She opened her eyes and looked down to the impossible scene before her. She saw this stranger's strong broad shoulders, their olive skin, darker than the whiteness of the inner thighs they separated. She saw his wet tangled hair across her stomach, she saw his eyes through it, looking up to her, with a smile of enjoyment that he was gaining and giving great pleasure in a way she had never experienced before; and felt the great waves of pleasure radiating outward from its source, finding every possible nerve ending and jangling it to its maximum. Her breath was short, her senses wracked, her awareness acute, and her climax imminent. She moved to pull him to her, but he had already seen the signs, and moved in one glorious motion forward, his lips trailing across her stomach and via her breasts to her lips. She tasted the saltiness of his lips, smelled the muskiness of their joint pleasure as his hardness found its waiting sheath. He paused at its entrance, just momentarily, taunting and teasing, but spurred by her legs around him, he had no choice but to enter her to the hilt, she would have no less. The unfinished circle was now complete. The feeling of possession and fulfillment was added to the physical pleasures of his presence within her, its completeness embodying a sense of rightness. The angle of her body allowed her to look up at him as he straightened and started to move, to slide, to thrust. She saw the wide expanse of his chest, his nipples as erect under her fingers as hers were. The feelings within her were as turbulent as a raging river, great waves splashing upwards as he moved within her. He was able to lock his eyes to hers as she moved up and down, back and forward meeting and departing from his approach, in unison. Their fingers of one hand also locked together like their bodies; the other of his hands skillfully adding to the pleasure at her loins, hers gripping and clenching the arm of the couch tightly lest this ride throw her from her place. She raced along this river of desire and sensation, its final cascade of a great waterfall ever closer and closer. Her body arched with pleasure and the impending cascade over the falls, but his movement stopped, like throwing her a lifeline, it held her near the precipice, close, yet safe on the river. She was torn, torn between staying here on the edge, tantalising, tasting, teasing, or letting go, drawn so intensely, so immediately towards the finish, the glorious end as she went. The decision was made for her as he drove her towards the edge for the last time. The realisation that there was nothing more to stop her thrilled her to her core, closely followed by a rising burning sensation from her inner thighs to her lungs as the inevitable climax and crescendo that approached. The steep edge of the waterfall was breached, both of them crashing over the edge, the sensation of falling, wrapped in each other's embrace made her feel such a great safety, yet such abandonment, as the waves of pleasure rolled over and over them. Every muscle arched and tightened with each encompassing spasm of pleasure, again and again. Joined as one, they collapsed in breathlessness, as the last waves of pleasure drifted away like a small boat on a lake in a light breeze. She closed her eyes, and smelled the musk scent of their conquest, the cleanness of wet freshly washed hair, and listened to his labored breathing synchronising with hers as it regained more evenness. She lay wrapped in his arms for a time, as time knew no measure in their warm sleepy embrace. Perhaps she slept. For the briefest of moments she was startled awake, unsure of her surroundings, to find him at her side on the couch, his breath even with sleep, his chest rising and falling, their history warm and moist between her thighs which pulsed with sensation of one conquered. She slipped her arm from beneath him, trailed it over his nipple in passing, only to have it firm again. Her gown was at the window, it was only a dozen steps to the door, and she was gone. As she drove away from the Inn, the heater of her car fought with the coolness of the early morning, the mist on the window matching the mists and fogs of her brain as she thought of what had just happened. She would hold this thought in her most secret part of her mind for times when there was a need to remember the stranger at the Inn, for times when her husband was taking conquests of his own. It was only then that she realised... she hadn't found out his name. The Inn Thorald talks to Wolfy and rents a room. "I've searched for the smith in Xando but the only thing I found was a quest to find him and the smithy was locked. The village is empty except for a refugee camp but nobody knows anything and now I'm back from where I started." "Ah, Sir Thorald many journeys in life seem to bring us back to the place where we started. And yet the discerning mind can see that rather than traveling in a circle we are following a helix that winds around itself in convoluted spirals, each journey round, drawing us deeper and closer to our goal, while discouraging the faint of heart. Perhaps a libation, coffee, tea, or something stronger more intoxicating?" the grey werewolf says. A Devil enters the inn in a poof of smoke and lies down by the fire to hear the latest gossip. She lies on her stomach and kicks with her feet in the air. Thorald orders a hot cup of coffee from Wolfy and takes a long sip before he says, "I'm addicted to caffeine. I'm certain that any woman tastes and smells better than this coffee. I must be intoxicated already since I can see a hot, sexy and naughty She Devil in front of me. I feel lonely and it's boring to watch how life passes away." "Thorald, life is like a parade one can either join the parade, enjoy it as it passes, or just let it pass them by. For my part, I rather join in and see where it takes me." "I cannot think of any greater adventure in life that is more exciting than to lick a lady because you can feel and see how her naked body starts to shake when the breathing increases until she moans or screams out all of the most intense emotions at once." The naughty little girl blushes at his nice compliment. "Coffee is horrible with the smell alone. So, I can only hope women smell and taste better." "Though I do enjoy a hot steamy mug of coffee but I must say I do prefer the taste of a young beauty as she moans and writhers under my attentions." She looks back towards him with an evil grin and bites her lower lip. "Perhaps I'll show you something later. Let your imagination run wild for now." Thorald admires her fire red hair, the deep dark eyes, the inviting mouth, the perky breasts under the black blouse and the private parts hidden only by a small red skirt. "I'm Thorald but what shall I call you my fallen Angel? You're beautiful! I would really love to French kiss you to prove that statement. Maybe you want to tickle me with your wings and spank or whip me with your tail? Pleasure mixed with pain is a wonderful combination. It's both a punishment and reward. What do you say and think about this?" "You two sure do know how to make a little one blush! I'll have to take your word on how pleasurable it is though. After all, I'm normally the one on the receiving end of things." She grins evilly at both of them and looks back towards Thorald. "And to answer your question, most just call me Kat, sweet and simple. I agree that pain can be anything a person wishes. Punishment, rewards, or just simply for fun! I do not normally give the pain though, I do however, help out if the situation allows it. This little one likes to throw people into the dungeon sometimes." "Well, lover boys. I must go now. I shall return tonight or tomorrow sometime. For now, I'll let your imaginations run wild while I'm gone! I know I'll be having some wild thoughts with the images you have provided!" Kat stretches before she slides off the couch and crawls towards Wolfy. She kisses him passionately and sneaks in a teasing grope." Kat gives Thorald a teasing look and remembers his comment from moments. She slowly crawls towards him and gives him a teasing kiss. Thorald hugs her hard while their lips and tongues plays with each other in a sensual way before she breaks the intimate kiss. "I enjoyed you much more than coffee. Thank you very much Kat. I really needed than and I want to play with you." "Thank you for the fun in this inn and I cannot wait to do it again. You are really beautiful! It was nice meeting you and I hope you enjoy your weekend." Within moments she poofs out of the room in a puff of smoke. After a while Kat appears inside the inn in another puff of smoke. She peeks around to find a blanket and crashes on the couch after a very long day. "I've been waiting and longing for you my Kat. We are no longer strangers. I would like to tear off all your clothes before I tie your hands and feet with chains in your personal dungeon so that I can use you as my little private toy. It's okay for me if you want to have group action and we could get a room here in this Inn. Can we do something together?" Wolfy listens to Thorald's proposition to Kat as he pours his morning coffee with a generous splash of cream. He makes a discreet little cough to let them know that they aren't alone. "Good morning Thorald and Kat." Wolfy lets her name slip from his lips as a soft sensual whisper and Wolfy's soft kiss brushes her lips as she lies on the couch cocooned in her blanket. "Good morning, Wolfy and you are invited to join me and Kat. Maybe we would need a room to spend the night together in and share everything equally. I think that Kat deserves something better than to sleep on the couch with a blanket and it's up to her if she needs any treatment or company." "Oh Miss Kat has had a very complete tour of the inn and its secrets, Thorald but you're correct it's always up to the young lady to say yea or nay." Kat smiles from the soft kiss and listens to both the men. "This little one might be interested in playing with both of you. It would be intriguing at least. I don't have many clothes so I'm not sure if I can let any more of them be torn off or ripped to shreds." She speaks with a playful little grin while she stretches out and sits up. "I do think I need some food and caffeine first and foremost!" Wolfy hands Kat a steaming hot mug of coffee. "Well this should at least give your day a start. As for the state of your wardrobe perhaps a sensually seductive striptease would save your clothing from being ripped or cut from that gorgeous young body of yours my dear," Wolfy says and rolls his eyes. She looks down at the coffee and then back up to Wolfy with a strange look. "Coffee? Isn't that how that whole conversation with women being better than coffee started, with me stating how nasty the stuff is?" Kat laughs a little and sets it down off to the side just as she sneezes. "Well I do admit that coffee does have a way of waking the senses up at least! I do appreciate the thought as well." "I hope that you'll say yea to play with both of us. I've never destroyed any clothes but I would prefer that you wear your birthday suit. Please tell me what you would like me to do for you Kat. I heard from Wolfy that he already has given you a private tour inside this inn. I can give and take when it comes to the art of making soft or rough love." Kat looks back towards Thorald and grins very evilly. "I tend to like a mixture between roughness and soft. Not to soft of course. I need a lot of stimulation to keep me going. I haven't had a chance to play with two wonderful men before so if it does happen then I'm all in for it!" Kat smiles and thinks about the sexy offer. She feels how the exciting thought makes her vagina twitch. "Today is fairly difficult for me to play because I'm too tired after all my activities. However, I think we can plan for tomorrow and perhaps we can be in the dungeon. Those chains are very, very delightful!" "Would the lady prefer some natural tea or perhaps some spicy tea to meet your caffeine needs?" "Now for food would you prefer regular or vegetarian Kat?" "Spicy tea sounds very inviting and I think I'll give that a try! And regular food sounds pretty good right now as well." "Spicy tea it is then Kat." Wolfy prepares her tea and as it steeps in its pot, Wolfy passes Kat and Thorald a handwritten menu of today's delights for her to choose from." "I want to see you once more suspended by those chains Kat, with your delicate wrists held captive." Wolfy says and rolls his eyes. Kat looks over the menu and ponders over a few random items while she is thinking about being ravished by both the men. "I think I'll have this ham and eggs skillet, it sounds very yummy." "Well what peeks your fancy Sir?" "You can serve our precious first, but I would love to eat something else than just girls. I want to order some vegetarian breakfast and water." "Ham and eggs skillet, it's Kat's favourite." Kat gives Wolfy an innocent little look. Wolfy sets her ham and egg skittle in front of her as well as a fresh pot of spicy tea. Thorald gets a plate filled with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. "Werewolves are such demanding creatures, but I have no doubts that she will learn to please them! I do hate to eat and run but however a darker power is nagging at me to get dressed and go with it!" Kat gets up and gives Wolfy a loving kiss as a thank you for the wonderful breakfast. "Kat, enjoy and have a very naughty day Miss. Oh yes werewolves are very demanding creatures that demand complete submission to the Alpha's will," Wolfy says and makes a devilish face. "I loved the food and drink Wolfy. Thank you very much Kat and Wolfy for letting me be a part of the sex team that will explore the dungeons. It's very good that you love to be in chains and want to offer your body like a sacrifice for us. I think that you are very strong and have a lot of courage to leave everything to its fate Kat." She turns to Thorald and blows a kiss towards his direction. "I can't wait till we play later!" "What happens now Kat and Wolfy? Where will you two go without me and why do you want to leave me alone?" Kat giggles at Thorald and his comment. "Well, it is that time of year where everyone is busy. I'm here though, I didn't leave you all alone." "I fear it's the season. I've friends and family coming for the holidays." "I hope this holiday ends soon so I get something to do except sleeping. I have no friends, family or anything to celebrate. The only thing I wanted was to play with you and yes even that failed." "It hasn't failed. There's plenty of time to play, Thorald." "Thorald, I'm sure Kat can entertain us once the hectic pace of the holidays let up a bit." "Yes, once life is calmed down again, I can entertain you both! I was here yesterday but no one was around. I felt lonely!" Wolfy smiles as he toys with the top button of Kat's blouse. His smile broadens as that little button surrenders to his fingers. Wolfy eases the soft fabric back. Wolfy's finger tip gilds across the newly bared skin. "Kat and Wolfy, I'll wait in my room here inside the inn. Tell me when we shall play and where." "I shall speak with sweet Kat and let you know Thorald. I know for me the holidays will be busy as I'm sure they are for Kat as well my friend." "Yes, the holidays are fairly busy for me as well. Not a lot of family for me here, however, my master has his family that we'll go and see." Kat smiles up at Wolfy as his fingers begin to roam, she watches as the button easily opens up invitingly. "You're such a tease." "Moi ma cher?" Wolfy makes a teasing little smile as his fingers stray to the second button of her blouse. It teasingly slides over Kat's silken skin. "Whatever do you mean young Lady?" The second button surrenders to Wolfy's wandering fingers. He eases back the gaping material of Kat's blouse to feast his eyes on the sweet swell of her breasts and the sweet valley between them. Kat teasingly pushes his hand away while she is in a playful mood. "Are you trying to take advantage of a weak and fragile female?" Kat grabs hold of Wolfy's wrists and pretends to be stronger than him. "Of course Kat." Wolfy smiles down into her eyes when she holds my wrists. Slowly he takes hers in his and bends them back to her back. Wolfy captures both her dainty wrists in one hand. Wolfy's other hand slips to the third button of Kat's blouse. "Shall you surrender to me Kat?" Kat struggles against the hold Wolfy has and twists her arms around to fight against him. "No, I'll not submit to you." "Hey! Are you two playing without me?" "You can join in at any time." Kat gives a teasing little growl and bites at the threatening hand. Thorald sneaks up quietly behind Kat and manages to open enough buttons to pull out her large well shaped breasts with his hands while she is fighting against Wolfy. Thorald pinches both Kat's nipples hard with his fingers until they get hard and erect. Kat growls deeply from the nipple pinching and struggles even more to get away from both men. "Two against one isn't fair. I was minding my own business!" Kat growls again before she finds some flesh to bite into and digs her nails into any flesh that they find. Thorald puts his hands under Kat's skirt and squeezes her ass with force. Kat squirms away from the men and plops back down into a chair while she pretends like nothing happened. "I thought we were going to play but now you say nay?" Kat and Wolfy disappear in a poof of smoke. The Inn at Belfast Lake "The resort is in desperate trouble." Arturo said. The owner of the four star beachfront resort where I worked had been looking sullen and crushed the last few months ever since the Hilton was built on the other side of Belfast Lake. "We are having a hard time attracting new business and an even harder time booking the big parties." Arturo was usually an incredible presence at the resort. A fifty year old Peruvian, who had come to America to study hospitality, met his lovely wife Liz in college and finally opened his dream hotel on the banks of a secluded lake in the mountains of Santa Fe. He was fit for his age; for anyone half his age really with a grey beard and long pony-tailed hair. His wife was forty plus with short blond hair and an extensive collection of business suits. If Arturo was the life of the Inn then she was the brains. "It is because of this that I have entertained an offer from a rather unusual group who are interested in booking the resort for an entire week this fall." Arturo stopped and watched each of our faces very carefully before continuing. "But while I feel we dearly need the booking, I won't do it if the staff feels their request is too inappropriate. I need at least three of you and one of the chefs to agree or I won't book it." The eight of us looked at each other. Some people like Meredith had a look of fear on their faces, but others like Betty and I were filled with devilish curiosity. "What we got, boss?" I asked finally sick of the silence. "It's a wedding party; private ceremony with reception to follow. It will only be about fifteen people." Liz answered rattling off details like it was just another booking until, "and they are all nudists." "Oh my gawd!" Katie cried out. Katie was the youngest member of our staff. Nineteen years old, she was a single mother living in her parent's garage and part of the housekeeping staff. She had a cherubic soft face and a bit of a booty that made her fun to flirt with and her shy almost naïve demeanor made her an easy target for off-color remarks just to watch her squirm. "So we just gotta put up with these people's private bits danglin' 'bout?" Ronnie the maintenance man asked. He was pushing sixty and usually reminded everyone about it daily. "Well, not exactly." Arturo sheepishly answered. This was the real devil of the deal. "They only want to have the wedding if everyone on premise is naked as well...staff included." Meredith shrieked. At fifty-eight, she was too demure, too prudish, and too southern to ever go for something so risqué. "I'll do it. I got nothing to hide." I said. I really never had any hang up about my body nor did I ever back away from a challenge. Besides, I thought it would be kind of thrilling to walk around work in the buff amongst my peers. "Besides the Chippendale dancer over there," Deena said referring to my eagerness to participate,"Why would the rest of us even consider doing that" Deena is one of the chefs at the resort and the only chef who showed for the meeting. She was stick thin with short black hair. We laughed at her for being the thinnest gourmet chef we knew but it made sense seeing as how she rides her bicycle four miles every day to and from work. I worked the front desk and since the resort didn't actually have a front desk, I spent most of my time in the kitchen talking to her. "There would of course be a bonus in it for you. For anyone who wishes to volunteer. Let's say, double your hourly pay that day?" Arturo offered. I could tell he just made that up to see what people's reaction would be. "Oh gawd, oh gawd...fine." Katie said, than proceeded to bury her head in her hands. Money is the easiest way to get Katie to do anything. She's not a gold digger, just really struggling with her situation. "I am not doing anything of the sort." Meredith huffed. Like we didn't all see that coming. "Shoot. I'll drop trou." Betty said. "I ain't proud! I doubt anyone would want to see my fat ass anyway." Betty is a sweet, sweet girl, but about one hundred pounds overweight and only 5'4" tall. I didn't relish seeing her naked, but she really is super nice. It seemed no one else wanted to volunteer. Arturo looked devastated while Liz as always kept her icy composure. Arturo left and the meeting was adjourned. I got ready for my shift as Katie paced the lounge area back and forth waiting to hear if Billie Jean would do it. Katie was a people pleaser who hated thinking anyone thought badly of her. She most likely agreed to this so that Arturo and Liz didn't think badly of her though everyone knows they wouldn't. Katie often puts herself out to make others like her. It was sweet, but also made her kind of a doormat. "C'mon Deena," I goaded my colleague back in the kitchen. "When was the last time you did something daring?" "Rick! I am not taking my clothes off!" "You'll be in the kitchen the whole time. We'll be the only ones to see you. And, I'll make it worth your while..." I teased. "How"? She eyed me suspiciously. "I'll give you my old ten speed bike." She had wanted it ever since I had shown it to her and mentioned how I never ride it anymore. I had no idea old bike's could be considered "classic". I had already planned to give it to her for Christmas. "Rick...fine. Whatever." She consented. "She said she would." I told Arturo who left to call the guests. Katie stopped behind the couch and fell forward at the waist, burying her head in the pillows as she let out a muffled scream. It was her usual move whenever she felt stressed out. "I don't know what you're complaining about. I'm the one they call tons of fun!" Betty laughed, though she was a little self-conscious about her weight. "Hey, Betty look, it's not until the fall. We have 5 or 6 months until then. Let's say you and I hit the gym in the poolroom an hour before our shift each day. We'll talk to Deena about making healthy low-fat meals for us. We'll lose the weight." I tried to encourage her. "Betty I can help you too." Katie offered. "It'll be a group support kind of thing." For the next three months, Katie, Betty, and I would go to the poolroom at the resort and work out. I taught the girls several different exercises to slim down and tone different parts that they were worried about. Deena began cooking low fat for every meal as we usually got a table scrap or two after dinner service had ended. I had even started doing a little 'manscaping' to make sure that I was body inspection ready for these people. "I am not losing any weight!" Betty said about a month before the wedding. "I am cellulite and sag in all the wrong places!" Betty was stressing out as we entered the gym that day. "I can't. I can't do it." "Betty, you are just getting nervous. These people are nudists. They love the body in all its forms. They won't judge you." I tried to reassure her. "No. I am just telling Arturo that I can't do it." And with that, Betty was out. As it was too late to cancel the booking, Katie and I figured we would just be stuck with twice as much work. Disappointed, we continued on with our daily workouts. The night before the wedding, I could hardly sleep. I didn't really care that fifteen men and women I've never met would be running around naked or would see me sans apparel. I only thought of showing off my eight inches to Katie, and Deena. I got hard thinking of seeing each of them without a stitch of clothing. How taunt were Deena's legs from years of bicycling? How firm was Katie's nineteen year old ass? The anticipation kept me up most of the night. After showering, agonizing the right deodorant and cologne to wear, and deciding what clothes to wear when I arrived, I finally set off to work my first nudist wedding. You could feel the tension in the air as I opened the service entrance door and stepped inside. Betty and Ronnie were standing in the kitchen where Deena still dressed has begun preparing appetizers for fifteen. Katie arrived in sweatpants and a T-shirt shortly after I did. "Go on then, take it off!" Betty called out. Ronnie just rolled his eyes, took a cigarette out his pocket and left. Apparently this did not interest him whatsoever. "Hey now, you won't pay for a ticket, you don't see the show." I told Betty who looked disappointed but eventually clocked out and left. Arturo came in the kitchen wearing only a bathrobe. "When will the guests be arriving"? Katie asked. "Sometime after three o'clock. There is no room to change but the poolroom is free if you want to get ready." "You want me to walk over there to bashfully get out of my clothes then walk back over here naked?" I smirked. Katie however raced out the door to the poolroom. "Well where are you dropping your clothes, Rick"? Deena asked. I actually hadn't thought about it and was contemplating if I should follow Katie to the poolroom "Rick". Arturo scolded. "Go get ready. I want all this nervous energy gone before the guests arrive." With nothing better to do, I went over to the poolroom to store my clothing in the adjacent wine cellar. As I reached for the door, it opened and Katie appeared clutching her clothing to her body. We didn't say a word. I just watched as she tried vainly to cover herself up making her even sexier. Bits of curvy flesh hung out from underneath her arms and balled up clothes. I watched as she walked to her car trying to keep one hand behind her so I couldn't see the crack of her upside heart shaped ass. Inside, I stripped quickly and stowed my clothes. I walked back over to the kitchen and stepped inside. All eyes turned on me. I had developed a six pack from all the exercise and healthy living and had trimmed most of my pubic hair off. My semi erect cock swung freely in the breeze and I felt Deena look at it. "Not bad, Rickie" Deena whistled. "Where have you been hiding that thing?" Arturo entered. He had taken off the robe and his barrel chest full of grey hair came directly at me. I was too embarrassed to look down. "Rick, please get the bar ready. I have a feeling they will be drinkers. And tell Katie to vacuum the second floor landing." I left the kitchen and felt liberated walking the halls of the resort naked. I wanted everyone to see me and I couldn't wait to see all the nude guests due to arrive. I heard a cry in the lounge and went to investigate. Katie had collapsed her upper half over the back of the couch again screaming into the pillows. It's funny how innocent that move looks until your naked and your gorgeous pink ass is up in the air. "Well, Katie, that's certainly a new side of you." I joked. "Go Away Rick" She yelled thru the pillows putting one hand in front of her rump once again. "We'll have to see each other sooner or later. Let's just get it over with." Katie relented. She stood up and turned around. She had breasts that were perfect orbs without a hint of sag. Her light pink nipples stuck out with an extra bit of puff to each and looked me right in the eye. The months of exercise took away any fat from her pregnancy and a small thin dark patch of pubic hair revealed she highlights her hair a lighter shade of blonde. I watched in awe as a co-worker I barely thought about hooking up with was suddenly the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I felt my cock swell a little and hoped she had noticed too. She began walking towards me and I thought my dick would reach out and meet her. "Now, can we get on with work? I just want to finish this job and go home" Katie sneered and stormed off. I tried to calm my heart rate down and went about the boring task of setting up the bar. Two hours later, there was the first knock at the door and I almost tripped over myself to answer it. Two men, fully clothed greeted me and I almost hid behind the doorframe in embarrassment. I had forgotten how self conscious one becomes when you are the only one naked. One guy looked like a college professor with his thin rimless glasses and sweater vest while the other had more of a blue collar build with his broad shoulders and flannel shirt. "Hey, no don't be embarrassed. We're here for the Silverman wedding" The professor said. I tried to reconcile my left and right brain as I stepped from behind the door and greeted our new guests. For the next hour, that is exactly what I did. I met the wedding guests in the buff at the door and escorted the clothed men and women to their rooms. It became normal very quickly. Slowly, the guests began coming downstairs. I was shocked to see that all of them were young (mid twenties) and very good looking. I always had this impression that nudists were the types of people you would pay money NOT to see naked. The bride was gorgeous; a red headed beauty with freckles everywhere and small champagne glass tits. Her man was a scruffy looking short man with a noticeably thick dick. I could just imagine how he was going to use it on her tonight. "The bar all set"? Liz had come up behind me as I was staring at the ceremony. "I'm ready." I turned. Liz was standing right beside me watching the ceremony. I took her in. She had also stripped out of her normal business attire and I saw her near alabaster white skin and pink eraser point nipples on two A-cup beauties. You could clearly see her hip bone atop her thin legs and she was completely shaven downstairs with a small slit with uniform lips. I could not believe this was the ice queen of Belfast Lake. She finally turned to me and looked me straight in the eye. "You better get behind the bar then. I think they are wrapping up." She nonchalantly walked away with a nearly flat porcelain white ass following her. I went over to the bar and watched as the happy couple erupted into the lounge with all their naked friends in tow. The laughter and howling were deafening and soon turned into a flurry of drink orders. Margaritas gave way to rum and coke which turned into tequila shots as the night progressed. I could occasionally peer into the dining room between mixing drinks and watch as Katie and Liz set out trays of food and chatted with guests. "How long have you been nudists" I asked the groom on his third gin and tonic. "We're not" He said and took his drink. "We got married about two weeks ago. This is our circle of crazy ass friends. Every year we do something more and more daring. Last year it was cliff diving to an outdoor BBQ on the beach and the year before we went skydiving in Mexico. But I really think this one tops the bunch!" A cheer went up from his buddies as he took his drink and went off to find his new bride. As the evening wore on and dinner was over and cleared away, I flagged Katie down to watch the bar as I hit the head. The lounge was packed but everyone had been served so I thought it was a safe time to exit. I came back moments later to see the professor and blue collar both chatting her up as she struggled to mix them drinks. I quickly came over to her rescue. "Sorry Rick, I am just exhausted and I'm sure I messed up his whiskey sour." She sighed. It was nearly eleven thirty at night and I sure she was just waiting for the party to die down so she could get dressed and go home. I fixed the drink and handed it to her. She tried to hand it to the professor but he guided her around the bar. "Hey, we understand, this is a long night for everyone. Please, come take a load off for a moment. Relax." The professor guided Katie over to the couch and sat her down on one end of the couch. The room was so crowded that he took the seat directly next to her beside another couple trying to sit there. She looked pinned and helpless but I figured I was right here if they tried anything. The guests in the bar were having a rather pretentious and heated debate about health care in the U.S. so I stopped paying attention and noticed that the professor had his hand on Katie's right knee. He was talking very animated and every so often his hand would move a half inch further up. Katie crossed her legs and this gave him an excuse to move his hand slightly further up. It was really masterfully done. I doubt anyone but him, Katie, and I knew what was happening. His friend, the blue collar construction foreman I learned, took the chair to Katie's left as soon as it was vacant but made not motion towards her in any way I could see. Katie re-crossed her legs and the professor's hand moved even further up, but only a small incremental amount at a time. Katie didn't say a word but watched every speaker with great intent. I could see the growing erections in the two men beside her and knew something was going to happen. I decided then and there to let Katie decide for herself and only step in if she seemed to protest. I knew Katie's fear of being disliked, even amongst strangers, would kick in and she would be loathe to stop anything they did, but I felt I could read her well enough to see when she was uncomfortable and do the right thing. More people left the room to smoke or mingle or retire for the night. By now, the professor had his hand firmly on her right thigh and was inches away from the Promised Land. The conversation turned to Katie personally. Where she was from? What she liked and disliked about her job. Her focus was fading, as if she was in a trance. Afraid they might try something but disappointed if they didn't. I moved around to get a better view and with the next inch the professor's hand encountered pubic hair. But he never moved aggressively or forcefully. He seemed content to just pet her pubes. Her answers to his questions were monosyllabic at best and her mouth hung partially open when not talking. Finally, Katie seemed to subconsciously make up her mind and uncrossed her legs to allow full access for the professor's hand. He was an artist. He didn't rush in or force himself on her. I could just make out his forefinger gently probing her pussy lips. The foreman stood up beside her, his six inch cock right at eye level. He walked towards the bar coming between the couch and the coffee table as if to make sure he kept his body close. He motioned wordlessly for a new scotch and I reluctantly took my eyes off the scene to find the bottle. I doused his glass with scotch and didn't even bother with new ice. He took the drink and this time walked back behind the couch. Katie and the professor hadn't moved from their spot. The foreman stood beside the armrest where Katie was; his cock standing proudly at attention beside her. As if spellbound, Katie turned her head towards him just as he ever so casually sipped his drink and turned his body towards her. She knew what was expected of her. She leaned forward and gave his cock a quick light open mouthed kiss. She paused, than gave another; and another. His hips started gently swaying back and forth. Her mouth opened wider and the tip of his cock disappeared inside. I had to remember to breathe. Her left hand reached back and found the professor's dick and began stroking it. I watched as this gorgeous nineteen year old stroked and sucked two complete strangers and desperately wanted in on the action. As if choreographer, the professor slid over to the center of the couch as the foreman moved around to the front of the couch and Katie stood up. She squatted over the professor's lap and hung her teased pussy over his waiting cock. She hesitated just a moment. It seems being fucked by two strangers at once was really her limit. She pushed past them and they politely let her go. She ran off down the hall. "I think you two need a shot on the house." I said trying to relieve the tension. They shrugged and came over to the bar. "I think we need the good stuff." The foreman said. "The stuff you keep in the back." "I know just where it is." I answered and walked off to fetch the private label stuff we keep for special occasions. I entered the wine cellar through the back door and grabbed a bottle before heading back. I had thought Katie would have hid here. I took the bottle back to the bar. Unfortunately, the guys were no longer there. I also had no idea where Katie had run off. I went instead to the kitchen.