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Acting

By: Stiffy



Lisa has always had a desire to act. She is certain she missed her calling and while she has played small parts in some of our local plays, she never really did anything more than that. A few weeks back, she more or less took the big plunge.

She read an ad in the paper and showed it to me. I thought it peculiar because it was in the personal section. The ad called for girls interested in pursuing their dreams and wanting parts in a soon to be released movie. The ad said those chosen would be cast in this movie set to be released next year. Lisa was hooked. She decided she wanted to give it a try. She called the number in the paper and wrote down the information.

When she had left the room, I checked the address she wrote down and decided to do a little checking before she got herself in over her head. Since I knew the location and I harbored serious doubts as to the legitimacy of this whole situation, I set about to check things out for myself.

I work for the power company in our town so it was simple to gain access to this building using my credentials. I simply told the guy that answered the door that I was following up on some problems they had been having in this building and needed to check out some of the electrical services in their offices. In no time, on the day Lisa was to audition I was out of the way and in a good vantage point to see what transpired.

Lisa was not the only girl to respond to the ad. Their waiting room had several girls waiting and reading over their parts for the auditions. I ducked back out of the way as Lisa entered since I did not want her see me. I located the room where the actual auditions were to take place and found a super spot that gave me full view of everything and no one would even know I was still there. They had a makeshift set in this large meeting room and about all they had on this set was a sofa and a large kind of futon type bed. They had set up some lights and they even had a video camera on a tripod set up. It did not look anything like I imagine a professional production company would. But then I had never seen any of those sets either, but still, I was certain this was not professional.

One by one, the girls started to come in for the auditions. I quickly learned the plot of their auditions. The first girl came in and she looked good. A tall dark haired girl with a low cut blouse a mini type skirt. She really was one hot looking girl. There were about 4 guys milling around adjusting lights and one was standing over by the video camera. Two guys were seated at a card table that had a couple of clipboards on it. The girl came into the room and was told they needed her to put on a costume since it was important they knew how she looked in it as this was a period piece and it was critical the girl looked good in this particular era's style of clothing. "Hmmmm, I thought to myself, that's not a bad angle". I was getting more suspicious all the time. The girl disappeared into another room and after a while she came back in wearing a strange looking outfit that looked like it was made up of a bunch of scarves sewn together. I nearly fell from my vantage point when I realized in order to wear this outfit she had to be naked under it. This girl had left her panties on and the guy who I decided was playing the director told her she had to remove the panties. After a pause and a questionable look, the girl left and returned without her panties on. I could clearly see her pussy and again, nearly fell from my vantage point. She was instructed to sit on the couch and her co stars would read some of the lines with her.

A rather large black guy approached her and sit down beside her. He launched into his role. "I don't care what they say," he began.

"But Dirk" she responded, "you know the people will never believe you."

"Fuck em," the black guy said "you know you want me." And with that, he reached over to her and pulled her to him and kissed her. While he was kissing her he began to fondle her breasts and started to push the scarves aside to grope her naked breast. She began to struggle and he was all over her like a blanket. All the while he was kissing her he was grabbing and fondling her. He reached down and with relative ease he jammed a couple of fingers up inside her cunt. With that, she jumped to her feet and began muttering something about how sorry she was, that she did not think she was particularly suited for this role. She soon had changed back into her clothes and left.

Several other girls followed and without exception all of these auditions ended the same way. A couple of times they went a little farther, but generally they ended about the same time. One blond made it through the groping of the breast and the finger fucking only to stop the large black guy when he had pulled his cock out and began pushing her legs apart. I found myself wondering how Lisa was going to handle this ordeal.

Soon Lisa came into the room. I have to admit, she was the best looking of all of them. Lisa is about 5'6" tall. Dark hair, and she weighs about 135 or so. She had nice sized tits. With puffy type nipples that stand hard and erect when she gets excited. Her tits do not sag at all and I like to think of them as perky. She has long legs and she always looks great. Today was no exception. She was given the costume and the same story and directed into the other room to change. I cracked up when she came out, because she not only had left her panties on, but her bra too. Because the scarves were see through, these extra garments were obvious the minute she entered. The director guy yelled to her that she was going to have to lose the bra and panties. Then he went about his business as though it was no big deal. Lisa stood there for several minutes as if she was trying to decide if she should leave or go along with it. When she went back into the other room, I would not have been surprised at all to see her come back out in her street clothes, and leave. Lisa is no dummy, but I also knew the desire she had to be a big actress.

She came back out of the room and a couple of the guys kind of gasped. She looked hot. I could clearly see her nipples and they were rock hard. Her cunt was also visible at times and her little tuft of pubic hair only served to make her look all the more enticing. She was directed to sit on the sofa and the scene began. Lisa was trying to keep herself covered with the scarves and was doing fairly well at it. I also noticed the video guy was recording all these alleged scenes. The black guy came to his part where he said "fuck em, you know you want me" and he grabbed Lisa and pulled her to him. I could sense the shock in Lisa as he kissed her. Lisa is from the South and her daddy did not raise her to kiss any black guy.

This I know for sure. She struggled free when the black guy started squeezing her left tit. I thought she was going to leave like the others, but instead she asked the director if this was all necessary in the audition. Still taken with her beauty, the director mumbled something about how it was again critical they knew she could handle the scenes. In particular some of the more critical scenes. "What a bunch of bullshit" I found myself thinking. Lisa sat back down and was again pulled to the black guy. He continued kissing her and quickly grabbed her tits mauling them through the scarves. He pulled the scarves aside and bent down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Lisa stuck to her lines. "Dirk, what will my husband say?"

"Fuck him too," the black guy responded "you know how much you love my black cock." He thrust his hand between Lisa's legs and began poking and prodding to get a finger or two inside of her cunt. Again, Lisa abruptly jumped to her feet and asked the director how this all applied to her role. "Good grief Lisa" I found myself thinking, "she had to realize they were just seeing how far they can go with her". The director mumbled a bunch of junk and I was shocked to see Lisa nodding her head as though this jerk who was supposed to be the director was providing her motivation for the role. She again sat back down and soon found herself impaled by one or maybe more of this black guys fingers. Her legs were spread and I could see him pumping his fingers into her cunt for all he was worth.

"Cut!" yelled the director. Again I nearly fell from my perch. The black guy reluctantly pulled his fingers from Lisa's cunt and I saw they were wet. Lisa promptly sat up at attention on the sofa, quickly rearranging her clothing and closing her legs. The director approached her.

"That was very good Lisa" he said. "Now in this next very critical scene," I want to see how well you capture the mood of the moment." The director turned to the other guy at the card table and muttered something about how perfect he felt Lisa was fitting into the role.

"What a bunch of fucking bullshit" I thought. "I looked at Lisa and I sensed she was completely duped up to this point by this line of bull she was being fed. The director turned to Lisa and walked over to her. "Excuse me just a moment if I may" he said to Lisa. "I just want to check out a few things here to see if we are getting this on camera." He yelled to the guy with the video, "can you get all of this, cause I think Mr. Blandin is going to be very happy with Lisa and I want to be sure we get it all." With that he nonchalantly reached over and pushed the scarves aside and began squeezing Lisa's breasts and nipples.

"I just want to be sure we get close ups for our executive producer so I want to highlight some of the critical areas if you don't mind." He was so matter of fact in his demeanor I almost found myself buying it. "Can you get this Chuck?" He reached down and again pulled the scarves aside and nudged Lisa's legs apart. "Are you getting this, make it a 5 by 5 in this area" he said as he pushed one of his fingers up into Lisa's cunt. He fingered Lisa who sat there as though she was being examined by her doctor, then suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers out. He had shoved two fingers up into Lisa and I saw both of them dripping when he pulled them out.

"Ok people, lets move on to the next scene and see how Lisa handles it." He pulled Lisa to her feet and was muttering something to her about how important this next scene was. I heard bits and pieces of what he was telling her, about how certain he was she would land the starring role if only she could manage this next critical scene. Lisa asked the what rating this movie would have. "Finally," I thought, "she will wise up that this is a triple X rated movie if it is a movie at all." The director told her they were going to be breaking new ground here and that they were certain it would come in a an R rating, but that this was all necessary since they were going for the reality of the scenes, he said the penetrations and such were not what was important, but her response was the key, because they were striving to capture the essence of the moments or yada yada yada he went on with his line of bullshit. Lisa was eating it with a spoon.

The black guy again came up to Lisa. Both were reading from what looked like scripts. "You can't do this to me you fucking bitch" he said.

"Look, you know I would rather die than do anything to hurt you" Lisa said with emotion. "You're gonna have to prove it" the black guy said. He pushed Lisa down on the couch and stepped up to her as she was seated before him.

"Now go with this Lisa" the director yelled "Let me see the emotion babe" he added. The black guy unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled his cock out and stood there pumping it back and forth only inches from Lisa's face. Lisa was looking from side to side as if she was looking for a way out. She looked at the director who had moved up with the guy with the video camera to get some close ups. The black guy had his cock hard as a rock and I could see precum oozing from the head of his cock and dripping to the floor. He had a good 8 or maybe 9 inch cock and it was blacker than black. He reached to Lisa's head and clutched a handful of her hair and began pulling her head toward his dripping cock. When it was poised at her mouth he said, "you know you want it bitch" and pulled her face to it. The precum was smearing all over her lips and cheeks as he pumped his cock faster and faster. He banged his cock off her lips several times, until finally she opened her mouth a little. He stopped pumping his cock and with both hands pulled her head forward as he thrust forward with his hips shoving his cock several inches into her mouth. He began pumping her head back and forth on his cock. His cock was going in deeper than I thought possible and I heard Lisa gag on more than one occasion.

"Cut!" yelled the director now only a foot or two away from Lisa's face with the video guy. Abruptly, the black guy pulled his cock out of Lisa's mouth. He pulled it out so fast it made a sucking popping noise. This told me Lisa was really sucking it hard. I think the director scared her as much as he scared the black guy. "That is perfect Lisa" he said. But I want you to remember, we are breaking new ground here and we have to have the emotion show on the camera. He told her that he wanted her eyes to show some fear. "You are trying to get free from this guy he said so you can go home to your husband and kids Lisa." "You know there is only one way and you are not happy about it babe, but you have to convince him you want to do it at the same time." He went back into that bullshit story more and was literally giving Lisa a pep talk. I found myself thinking "this is fucking bullshit. But it is elaborate bullshit".

"Roll em" the director yelled. The black took his place in front of my seated wife and began pumping his cock again. Precum was practically pouring from the end of his black cock. Again he grabbed a handful of Lisa's hair and began rubbing his wet cock all over her pretty face. When he had his cock at her mouth again he grabbed two fistfuls of hair and pulled her head forward forcing his cock deep inside of her mouth. I watched the black guys ass muscles tense each time he thrust his cock into my wives mouth. "Fear but resignation Lisa" the director yelled. "Lets see the eyes babe". Lisa was pushing at the black guys legs as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He was shoving it farther in her mouth each time. Her eyes were wild and she was looking up at the black guy and over at the director and the camera man then back to the black guy. There was not much she could do in the position she was in except suck his cock. "Cut" the director yelled again. I think the black guy was on the verge of shooting in Lisa's mouth because he held her clutched to him with his cock literally buried all the way in her mouth. His balls were dangling against her chin and his ass was tensing like he was pumping cum into her mouth at that time. "Cut" the director again yelled. The black guy reluctantly released his hold on Lisa's hair and she fell back against the couch gasping for air.

Her eyes were watering and she continued to gasp for air as the director began setting up the next audition scene. I looked for signs of cum in Lisa's mouth and could not tell if the black guy had shot his load or not. I did not remember seeing her gulping like she had swallowed anything, but I could not tell. Lisa finally arranged her clothing and she asked if she could speak to the director privately. "Sure babe" he responded as he brought her over to just under my vantage point. I knew they could not see me and I heard bits of their conversation. "He almost came in my mouth" Lisa said. "They are actors babe. They know how to control themselves. Remember we are going for the response. If by chance one does cum or something, remember to cease the moment and show the emotion. We will cut out the actual insertions and such and capture the magic babe." He went on and on. Lisa began to soften and I again saw the stars reappear in her eyes.

"Ok people, take your places", the director directed. "Lisa honey, page 14 of your script, scene 6 from the top." Lisa sat down on the couch and as if it was all rehearsed, the black guy stepped up and unzipped his pants again and pushed them to the floor, along with his shorts. Lisa leaned forward and gripped his cock and after giving it a couple of pumps held it pointed at her mouth and leaned forward and took nearly three quarters of it in her mouth. He clutched her hair again, and the director yelled "action". The black began pumping deeper and deeper and another black guy approached.

"Hey Mel" the black with his cock buried in my wives mouth said, "you want some of this?"

"Fuckin A," Mel said as he stripped his pants off. "The eyes, Lisa the eyes" the director yelled. "Lets see the emotion". The other black guy stepped up to Lisa jacking his cock off as he approached. He stood on one side of Lisa and reached down and played with her tits and continued to jack his cock at the same time. Lisa's eyes were the size of hubcaps as the one black guy picked up his pace thrusting his cock all the way in her mouth each time. He was pumping it so far into her that his balls were probably bruising her chin. They were swinging back and forth and each time he pulled her head forward he tensed his ass and thrust his cock in deep. He was quite literally fucking my wives mouth. The other black guy who played Mel stood there squeezing her tits and pumping his cock faster and faster.

"I'm gonna shot man" Mel said. "Well use this" the black with his cock in Lisa's mouth said as he pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. Still clutching her hair her shoved her toward Mels dripping cock. Mel stood there his hand a blur and his ass tensed. "Open your mouth bitch" yelled the black playing Dirk. "Go for the emotion!" yelled the director, "The eyes babe, work the part" Lisa, looking indeed fearful opened her mouth as Mel pumped his cock only inches from her. "Wider bitch" yelled Dirk and he jerked her hair. Lisa opened her mouth as wide as she could. Mel stepped up the remaining distance and began to moan and tense. A virtual rope of cum shot out of the end of Mel's cock and went directly into my wives mouth. Lisa abruptly shut her mouth but it was too late. Mel had scored a direct hit. "Go with it Lisa, play the part" the director yelled.

"Open up" yelled the black guy playing Dirk. Lisa opened her mouth wide again just in time for the next rope of cum to shoot directly into her mouth. I had not seen any cum come out of her mouth, but I saw a lot going in. Mel then thrust his hips forward and clutching Lisa's hair himself he began shoving his cock to the hilt into Lisa cum filled mouth. All the while Mel was pumping cum into Lisa's mouth, the other black guy playing Dirk had been jacking off. "My turn " he yelled and in one fluid motion, Mel pulled his limp wet cock out of Lisa's mouth, and Dirk shoved his in. Before he shoved his cock in I saw Lisa swallow several times. I saw no cum on her face, it had all made it into her mouth. No sooner did the black playing Dirk shove his cock into her mouth than his ass tensed and he began pumping her full of his cum. Lisa was swallowing for all she was worth. "Gulp, gulp, gulp" I thought she would never keep up with swallowing all of it. Only a small amount of cum leaked out the sides of his cock and finally he withdrew his limp and cum coated cock from Lisa's mouth. As Lisa collapsed back on the sofa, the director yelled "cut".

"You were terrific Lisa" the director yelled as he sat down beside her. Almost as if he was patting her leg, he reached over and ran a couple of fingers up in her cunt. Lisa appeared to be exhausted and oblivious to what he was doing to her. All the while he was telling her that he was certain she would get the part he was finger fucking her. Lisa sat there with her head back and in spite of the director finger fucking her I thought she had fallen asleep. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. Every once in a while I noticed she licked her lips and sighed. Her eyes never opened. As the director finger fucked her he undid his pants and pushed them down. All the while he was telling her details of her upcoming part, he was getting into a position between Lisa' outstretched legs. The scarves had been pushed aside and her cunt was quite available. I have never seen anything like it in my life, but the director, having positioned himself between her legs and grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times he slid it into Lisa's cunt. All the time he was fucking my wife he was telling her about the upcoming movie. Soon his ass tensed and he shoved his cock deep into Lisa and filled her with his cum. He was followed by the camera man who handed the camera to the director who continued to capture all this on video. One by one, each of the rest of the guys in the room stepped in between Lisa's legs and fucked her till they all had deposited their cum in her. When the last one stepped away, I could see a river of cum pouring from her cunt.


Acting and Accidents



Jake was Molly's older brother by a year. And tonight he was, to her way of thinking, her only hope. She was the lead in a play. It was a small play but it was her biggest break into acting so far. They only problem was the lead male got into a wreck and broke his leg. There was no understudy, and no time to find one.

So Molly told the director that she knew a guy who could do it. She told him that he had run the lines with her, and he was a natural actor so it wouldn't be a problem for him to filled the part. With opening night tomorrow, the director was more than willing to accept this last minute stand in. The only problem was she hadn't actually asked him yet.

"Please Jake!" Molly pleaded after she explained what it was she needed. Jake just continued standing there with a stubborn look on his face. "It will just be for the first few shows. We can have someone else trained for the part by then, and besides, you were always great in the high school plays, and they're going to pay you and everything."

Jake only rolled his eyes. "Molly, this isn't a High School play..." 

"But you already know the part!" She interrupted. He put a hand up to stop her and said, "Yes, I know the LINES, but there's a freaking SEX SCENE in this play!"

Molly brushed her reddish brown hair back from her face, blushing and looking anywhere but into her brothers eyes. "It's SIM-U-LA-TED dummy. We wouldn't actually have sex." She said, trying to sound nonchalant about it. Jake just continued stare at her, his arms crossed.

Molly just doubled her efforts. With a cute face and just a hint of freckles and a pleasantly rounded body, if on the short side, she had rarely failed to get what she wanted from any guy. But her brother in particular was susceptible to her little damsel in distress routine. And since this wasn't a trivial favor she was asking for, it was almost impossible for him to maintain his resistance. within ten minutes he had agreed and they were headed to the theater, for an emergency rehearsal before opening night.

The night came around and Molly and Jake, along with the rest of the cast, took the stage. There were a few minor fumbles on Jakes part, but he managed to cover them easily enough. Soon it was the intermission, and Jake started to get nervous. The sex scene was up after the break. Supposedly it would be simulated only, but Jake would still be almost completely naked and pressed against his almost completely naked little sister. He kept getting a semi erection followed by nausea and then guilt.

He was so out of sorts that when a stage hand gave him the little flesh colored thong that would separate him from his sister he took it without realizing what it was and set it down on a table, completely forgotten.

As he was led back on stage he started running his lines in a daze. The first thing to snap him out of it was Molly grabbing then hem of her tight little t shirt and slowly lifting it over her head. Her breasts popped into view, decently sized on most girls but looking more than a little large on her small frame. 

Jakes eyes locked on as he saw her nipples hardening in the air conditioned theater. When she walked up to him, his arms went around her waist on instinct, and she put her back to the audience, so they couldn't see that their passionate make out session involved almost no actual contact of the lips. Molly whispered to Jake how grateful she was for this as they backed toward the bed on the stage.

Molly undid Jakes pants, then slipped seamlessly out of her own, underwear and all. As Jake slid up the bed, removing his pants and boxers his eyes glanced to Molly crotch and he noticed the flesh toned thong she wore. Only Then did he realize, as Molly peeled of his shirt and pressed her mound down on him, that he'd forgotten to put on his thong. 

Molly was grinding against his crotch, making quite convincing moaning sounds, when she looked down and noticed the panicked look on Jakes face. She bent forward, pretending to nuzzle his neck, so she could ask him what was wrong, when she noticed his cock was pressed up against her lips, and swelling noticeably. Thinking she understood his panic she said "Don't worry Jake, it's a perfectly natural reaction. Nothing to be embarrassed about." 

Her whispering into his ear while pressing her breasts against his chest and continuing to grind wasn't helping matters for Jake. His cock was the hardest it had ever been, and was straining against the thin rubber material of the flesh thong. He tried to stop her grinding but grabbing her thighs, but when he got to handfuls of smooth soft ass he reflexively pulled down, grunting in pleasure.

In a panic, he furiously whispered to Molly that he'd forgotten his thong, and she was grinding directly on his cock. In shock Molly sprang up, looking down at his throbbing member, now pointing straight up at her snatch. At the apex of her bounce she lost balance though, and came plummeting down to meet Jakes member. It was lined up almost perfectly, and the thin rubber material stretched for a moment, then gave way, and Jakes cock plunged directly into Molly pussy.

It was then that Jake found out Molly's little secret. As tight as it was, it was incredibly wet. She must have been as turned on as him. Molly's drop cause her to bounce back up, leaving half Jakes cock exposed before she came back down. With his hands still on her ass, running completely on instinct, Jake lifted her up and dropped her back down twice more in quick succession. As Jake took back control and stopped himself, Molly reacted to the stimulation and without thought bounced herself again and again. Jakes Pelvis thrusted upwards in response, and without in conscious decision, they both started driving into each other in ernest.

Completely lost in the moment, Jake released one ass cheek in order to grab his sisters heaving breasts. Molly moaned, and lowered her mouth onto his, seeking out his tongue in a passionate kiss. Taken over by need, Jake pressed her body against his and rolled them both over, their mouths locked together as he redouble the power of his thrusts. Her legs wrapped around him, locking them together, and the percussive slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the theater.

Molly was overcome with a series of orgasms, her pussy clenching at her brother cock, milking it for all she was worth. The kiss broke as Jake pounded away at his sisters moist twat, Molly moaning her orgasm into the air. Grasping her thighs Jake gave one final thrust before flooding Molly's womb with a torrent of her brothers cum. 

Jake leaned down for one last kiss as the flood of hormones washed away. Coming back to sanity the entwine siblings became aware of applause. Straining to look over Jakes shoulder, they saw that the entire audience was giving a standing ovation. The house lights faded on for the applause break and they noticed what they hadn't before. The parents were both in the front row, standing and clapping with all the rest. They both had big, proud smiles on their faces. 

And now it was up to Jake and Molly to figure out a way to get off stage for the next scene without it becoming obvious just how UNsimulated the sex was.

The End



Acting Class Encounter



"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it"-Oscar Wilde

I arrived a few minutes early and took my seat to the far right in the row of chairs curved around the mini stage set up in the middle. I had that usual apprehension in the pit of my stomach meeting an entirely new group of classmates. Just as I started to drift into thought of the scene I had practiced I was disturbed by the clunk of the heavy wooden door at the back of the darkened room as the others started filtering in. Everyone slowly floated to the empty chairs as the small talk faded in what seemed to be vague familiarity between the others. I often find myself fairly shy on new encounters so I tried not to stare as everyone sat down. As I watched our teacher move to the center of the room something caught my attention on the far side of the room. It was a tattoo around the arm of a girl sat on the opposite end of the row of chairs. I couldn't quite discern as to what it was but my curiosity piqued as my eyes slowly rose up. Her long brown hair encased a face of simply natural beauty. No caked on make-up like the loud stereo-typical blonde who was now annoyingly blabbering on about something with the teacher. I just realized that I had completely missed everything that had been said in my few moments day dreaming and that I was actually supposed to be introducing myself to everyone. In my confusion I try and stand up while almost knocking my chair over and stumbling over my own feet looking like a blabbering fool trying to spurt out some words.

"Hello everyone, my name is Matt and I'm from England and I just graduated from..."

She just looked at me straight in the eyes. Those eyes. I can't explain but I feel like everything just became completely insignificant compared to the look those eyes gave me. I just saw a million things flash through my mind as those eyes looked deeper into mine than anything else ever has. Honesty, beauty, happiness, lust, want, intelligence, and raw and unadulterated desire. It was if there was an electricity between us that had short circuited me. I stood there dumbfounded. Everyone was giving me these quizzical looks wondering what a fool I was doing in this professional class. 

"...and...and...."

Where the fuck did I graduate again?! She's still looking and I know it's what she did to me. I've got the butterflies in my stomach like I've never felt before. It finally comes to me after 10 seconds of the most awkward silence of my life. 

"...and I graduated from Chelsea Arts College." 

I sit down. She's stopped looking at me and I can breathe again. I have no idea what the hell is going on anymore. Class is going by and people are acting out their scenes. It's all a side show for me because the main show is me trying to steal glances at this mysterious girl. I watch her as she switches her crossed legs. They're long, tanned, beautiful and completely hypnotic. I feel the urges building up in me as I watch in lustful admiration. I can't help it. She's trapped me already and I'm oblivious to everything around me.

"Matt...Matt?" 

Fuck. It's my turn to perform my monologue. I wanted to keep it simple for my first class but every word has escaped me. I semi-shuffle to the center of the room. The lights are glaring at me as well as every other pair in the room. I try to look into the darkness behind but there's only one thing I'm thinking. Her. I dare a gaze in her direction and I'm inspired instantly. She's looking at me with those eyes that know so much. One arm across her stomach as the other gently rests under her chin. She has a half smile on her face that pierces my armour, my self control. 

"The thing is... when I look in your eyes and you look back in mine... everything... feels... not quite normal. Because I feel stronger and weaker at the same time. I feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is... I don't know what I feel except I know what kind of man I want to be. It's as if I've reached the unreachable and you weren't ready for it."

Did I just say that? I just quoted Spiderman and got away with it?! It's a silence... I sit down. I peek up. She's still smiling. Smiling right at me. She's rising up. Takes the stage. It's silence again. 

I'm in a trance. She's moving her lips. Her name is Natalie. I pick up nothing else and I watch as she unravels a dramatic break up scene before my eyes. What's wrong with me. I know what I see in front of me is pure talent but all I want is her. I want to have her. I need to have her. I need to get her out of here. The trance that Natalie placed on me is broken as all the lighting is switched on and briefly blinds me. It's been 2 hours and hers was the last scene? The rush she gave me made time just disappear and I didn't even notice.

Everyone is packing up their things and everyone is chatting as they leave the room about how well they did and how they all should improve. But I don't care. My goal is set. Natalie. I hang back as everyone leaves and notice she is walking out at the back of the group. I follow downstairs and out the building and everyone spreads out to go to their individual cars. I don't want to be a creeper but I need to speak to her. I see her approach her silver sedan, not quite sure what it is in the dark. As she turns to the driver's door I approach. What am I thinking? I don't know how to chat up girls. As I get close to her, she looks up. Straight into my eyes. I am disarmed again. I stammer.

"Excuse me, but... I don't really know what to say apart from you are beautiful and..."

She puts her finger to my lips and I'm silenced. 

"It's Natalie"

"Matt"

Nothing else needed to be said. The hand on my lips snakes around and takes me by the scruff of my neck as she pulls me in. My hands instantly know what needs to be done as they slide around her waist and up her back drawing us together. Our lips touch and the energy and passion explodes out of us. We kiss with increasing vigour. Insatiable and undenying, our kisses get deeper and we fall into her car. I'm on top of her and her legs wrap around me as both her arms are around my neck pulling me so tight into the embrace. As we writhe and grind against each other, her leg bumps into the horn on the steering wheel momentarily distracting us from this lustful insanity. I look down at her in the light of the door open light and realize that I've already ripped off half the buttons on her shirt. She tells me we can't do it here. I pay no mind and continue to tear away at the shirt until no buttons are left and the kiss continues.

She pushes away again. Car sex is overrated anyways. Another idea pops into my head. I glance at my watch. It's already midnight and the building we just left only has a few lights on. I pull away. 

"I've got a better idea then."

Attempting to hold her shirt together, we get out of the car and steal away towards the building while the soft beep of the car locking is heard behind us. Approaching the now dimly lit doorway I gently press on the handle. Click. It's been left unlocked. I hear her giggle softly as she realizes just where I want her. We scurry up the small stairs and into the acting room and flick on one of the stage lights. I turn around pull her in close and press her against the door. I slide up her back with one hand to unlock her white lace bra whilst the other fumbles to lock the door.

We can't let go of each other as we slowly drag ourselves to the small circular stage in the middle leaving a trail of our clothes only taking our lips away to take off each other's pants.

She pushes me back onto the stage with my feet dangling off the edge. She slowly and seductively crawls on top of me and leans down to kiss me some more. Straddling me now I can feel the heat of her pressing down on the tent in my boxers. Grinding hard on me, our breathing gets faster and faster and I can't take it anymore but her hands are holding me down by the wrists. She pulls her face away and looks down at me, then down at my hardness and looks back straight into my eyes and gives me the most devilish grin I ever saw. Natalie is now breathing heavily into my ear, kissing my neck and my chest slowly moving down. Her hands let go of my wrists and down my body putting all my senses on edge. My boxers come off and my mind is blown as the warmth of her mouth takes me in. My back is arching with the ecstasy of it. Her head is now slowly going up an down, her lips taking in the whole length of my hard dick. Her tongue flicking around the head between each movement and I shudder with excitement every time I feel the head touch the back of her throat. She giggles and moans at the same time knowing that I am completely under her control. Under her spell. My toes curl as Natalie starts to suck harder and faster, loving every second of it. I have to stop myself before I lose control even though all I want is to lose it. My hands are pushing her head down harder as she puts one hand around the base and the other starts fondling my balls. I feel like I could die a happy man right now, but no way am I going to leave this angel unsatisfied. I pull my cock out of her and grab her body and flip her into the same position I was just in.

I start at her neck and tease my way down stopping to give each nipple a gentle suck with the smallest of nibbles to heighten her sensitivity. My tongue leaves a trail down her stomach and as I move down I feel the heat of her arousal greeting me. I gently run my tongue over her lips as they smile at me so welcomingly. But I don't think she's ready yet. I tease her with my tongue finding where her clit is, gently going over it. I hear a gasp escape her lips as she raises her legs up with her knees now in the air and her legs starting to squeeze my head in closer and closer. I lick around and on her clit more and I feel her tense every time my tongue grazes it. I stick my tongue inside and my mouth is covered in her hot wetness. It tastes so sweet and I just can't get enough. I bring up my hand and start to insert one of my fingers as my tongue flirts with her swollen clit. Her back arches with this new introduction and I begin slowly eating while inserting my finger in and out. Moans can't help but escape her. The breathing becomes ragged. On and on I go with a hunger I've never felt before. Her whole body tenses and her toes curl back to an impossible angle. 

"Oh my..!"

She's lost control as the warmth of her orgasm spreads through her body like a wildfire, her fingers digging into my scalp as she holds me still between her outstretched legs.

"....FUCK"

And without any need for further instruction I do as she commands. I raise myself up so that our mouths are mere inches away, her hot breath upon my lips. I slowly guide myself in, bit by bit, and as the tip of my cock enters her wanting pussy, she draws a sharp breath in. As I slowly push in further and further Natalie takes in three more sharp breaths and only once am I all the way in does she exhale. A grin crosses her face that is naughty enough to make the devil himself run for cover crosses her face. Her arms around my neck pull me in and she whispers in my ear.

"Fuck me."

I've never heard sweeter words. I start to move back and forth, slowly at first. I cant help it anymore. I pick up the pace getting faster and faster. Every inch of me delving deeper and deeper into her. We fuck and we fuck. I've never been so hard in my life and she's taking it all in begging for more and more. I squeeze her tits as if I'm hanging on for my life. Her teeth bite onto my shoulder to suppress her screams. She buckles and twists and turns in ecstasy beneath me. I lean back to fuck her harder and she responds by raking my back with her nails leaving trails of red. With each thrust into her wet pussy she gasps for air. I lean back further lifter her ass onto my lap so I can fuck her g-spot. Natalie responds immediately as her gasps now become loud and uncontrolled moans. I fuck her faster and harder and the moans get even louder. I can't stop. The slap of our skin echoes through the room with each hard thrust. I feel her pussy clench around my hard cock as she cums again, her head leaning so far back I can barely see her face as she screams. It goes on and on as she squirms around on the stage and in my lap.

Before she even has time to react I pick her up with my dick still inside her and carry her against the wall. With her in my arms and her legs wrapped around me, she starts to fuck me slowly again, her pussy still dripping. Our mouths are locked together as we slam against the back wall of the room. I slide my arms under her legs and hold her up as I continue to fuck her against the wall. Our kiss is only broken by the gasps that escape both of our lips. As we fuck against the wall, her arms spread out on the wall as if looking for something to hold on to. Her big aqua stone ring clinks against something metal. It's a doorknob. The doorknob for the door leading in to the props room. I lift her from the wall and I lean my back against the door and with one arm around my neck and the other opening the door we bust in. She finds one of the light switches which turns on one old dim bulb hanging over exactly what we need. 

It's an old Victorian couch covered in soft red velvet. Still walking backwards towards it with Natalie in my arms with lips locked together, we land with me on the bottom and her straddling me. We make out more, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as she slowly starts to rock back and forth on top of me. We gain momentum again and it gets hotter and hotter in the cluttered filled room. Leaning back with her hands gripping on to my shoulders, she fucks and moans faster and louder. The combination of my rock hard dick deep inside her and the vigorous rubbing of her clit sends her spiralling out of control again. Her nails dig deeper into my skin with every time she comes down onto me. We are like animals fucking like mad as the sweat glistens over our bodies in the dim light of the single bulb hanging above us. 

I flip us over and push her onto all fours on the couch. As I enter her from behind I run my fingers all over her body, around her tits and then pull her face towards me for a rough but sensual kiss. As I break away I plant my hands on her shoulders and use it to fuck her harder than anyone has been fucked before. Faster and harder than anything we've ever experienced, deeper than she thought she could go, rough and dirty like our lives are on the line. We both scream and moan as I thrust and thrust inside her with the loud smack of my body against her ass getting quicker and quicker. We both scream so loud it can be heard across the valley, our muscles tighten, sweat drips of both of us, and I thrust one last hard time as we cum together. Her body is shaking with the best orgasm she's ever had as my body shivers with the warmth that spreads through both of us, our toes curling, fingers digging deep into each others skin and as my hot sweet cum explodes deep inside her filling her with a sensation that can never be matched. 

I pull out with her wetness covering my now only semi hard and emptied cock and collapse into her. We lay together, entangled in a mess of hot nakedness and limbs staring into each others eyes knowing that nothing will ever be the same. Tracing our finger tips over each other's body savouring every little sensation together. We kiss softly, careful of our damaged but completely and entirely satisfied bodies. 

"Did you hear that?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

I could hear something. It was talking and a click at the end of each sentence. It's the sound of a walkie-talkie! Shit! It's the building security.

"We gotta go!" We jump up and sprint out of the prop room and out into the main room, half scared of being caught but completely filled with thrill. We are still naked as we pick up the trail of clothes we left behind without bothering to put any on and sprint down the hallway to the exit. A flashlight brightens the hallway from behind us as a security guard shines it on our bright asses as we make our escape. Running through the parking lot laughing so hard we can barely breathe we each run to our cars and jump in. I get to my car first and start it up and start to pull away. I roll my window down as I drive by you just as your opening your car door, still stark naked in the cool night air.

"See you next Tuesday then, Natalie?"

"Only if I you let me taste your lips again, Matt."

Natalie leans into my window for one last kiss. She pulls away and looks at me one more time with those eyes. There's something special in those eyes and I'll never forget them. I put the pedal to the floor as I haul ass out of there. 

Till next Tuesday...



Acting God



PROLOGUE

The scientist anxiously nibbled on his fingernails as he sat waiting for the results of his test to finish being analyzed and printed. He looked around his compact and crowded room. His gaze lowered, settling on the papers strewn across the floor, then the high tech computer system sitting on his ornate wooden desk, and finally on the off-white printer sitting adjacent to his computer.

The scientist leaned back on his swivel-rolling chair and stared at the whitewash ceiling, praying for his life. His eyes wandered over the bumps and cracks in the ceiling, wondering how his life had come to this.

The printer screeched loudly, startling him out of his reverie and dragging him back to present. The scientist stood, stretching his stiff leg muscles, and walked over to the dilapidated printer. He grabbed the read-out from the printer and frowned. Tweaking his mustache with his spare hand, he read it again. Then it hit him.

"SHIT," he growled. After tramping across the room to his phone, he mashed the keys that would direct his call to the boss.

"Sir?"

"What is it, Finnegan?"

"I finished the data analysis." He paused.

"...Aaaand...?" said the boss.

"Well, sir, the read-outs suggest that the project may be more powerful than we anticipated."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing, Finnegan?"

"Well, technically yes, sir, but... I just have a bad feeling about this, sir. How do we know that we will have control?" The boss suddenly became angry, raising his voice over the phone.

"Why are you questioning this now, Finnegan? Do you know how hard I've worked to get this cleared by president? I will NOT have some scientist who is getting cold feet at the last minute ruin this project when it is so close to coming to FRUITION! Now, you, Mr. Finnegan, are going to get your ass over here and prepare the testing area for the stage one of our process."

"Y-Yes s-sir..." stammered the scientist quietly.

"And Finnegan? You keep your worries to yourself? Understand?"

"L-Loud and c-clear, sir."

"Good. I'll see you and the rest of the staff in 0200 hours."



CHAPTER ONE

The soldier walked nervously down the hall, his limp that he'd receive from his years in service to his country more pronounced now than ever. As he slowly proceeded, the soldier had time to try to look into the slightly tinted windows in the doors of the rooms than they passed. Each time he passed a door, his mind seemed to play tricks on him, telling him that weird looking wisps of smoke or rapid movements were shooting across the small windows in the door. What do they do here? He thought to himself. More importantly, what did I sign up for? This place is creepy as FUCK.

The nurse who was leading him down the hallway jerked his arm, telling him to keep moving. The soldier noticed that they were almost at the end of the hall. He started to wonder if he should go through with this. Oh god, oh god, oh god, what are they going to do to me? What was I thinking? This isn't going to help my life! It's going to KILL me! Desperately, he thought back on the last few months of his life. His wife had left him 5 months previously, telling him that their marriage wasn't working. "John. You need help. You pity yourself with your injured leg, and I can't deal with the fact that the man who went to war was not the man who came back from it. It's not your leg that's made you different John. It's your incapability of dealing with."

He'd grown depressed and even gotten to the point where he thought about killing himself. John had grabbed the army pistol from his time in the service and put it to his head. But he hadn't been able to do it. So he'd figured out another way to kill himself. John had heard some rumors going around from his old buddies in the army that the government was up to something, so he'd called in some favors from his buddies that were still in the ranks, and found that they were quietly looking for volunteers for a dangerous experiment.

When John found out about this, he'd gathered up his courage, contacted the right people, and joined the volunteering process. Two weeks later, he'd been contacted and told that he was a perfect match for all the criteria that they were looking for. He was physically fit, mentally stable (relatively), and, most importantly, he had no one that would care if something happened to him. (He had grown up an orphan.)

The letter that had come in the mail told him that in a couple of months he would be contacted in person and brought to the facilities where the project would begin. Today was that day. A limo had pulled up out front of his house and a man in a black suit had rung his doorbell, telling John to get in the car.

It had taken them a little under 40 minutes to reach their destination, a huge warehouse with a massive wrought-iron gate guarding the entrance. The driver had pulled over and typed in a long code, something with over 10 digits in it. At this point, John thought to himself Wow, the gov's really pulling out all the stops for this project. Wonder what it is. They pulled through the gate onto the wide gravel driveway, the wheels making a scrunching noise the whole way. The driver then pulled into the warehouse and told John to get out of the car. John complied, stepping out of the car into the wide-open space of the warehouse. Wait, he thought. Why the hell is it empty? What the fuck is going on? He looked around, seeing nothing, until he heard someone call his name. He peered around again, trying to find who was calling his name, until...

"Mr. Davis?"

"AAAHHH!!" John whirled around to find a beautiful, petite woman in a nurse's outfit standing behind him.

"H-How...W-wh... How d-did you get there?!" John stammered.

"Come this way please." She said calmly, completely ignoring John's confused look.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Please, sir, just come this way." She said, gesturing to an elevator that John was sure had not been there thirty seconds ago. John just gaped. The nurse grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the elevator, slowly so as not to pull John off his balance. John was led like a sheep, too stunned to move on his own. The nurse had into the elevator, which had taken them down for what felt like years. It was when the doors slowly slid open, that John finally noticed how gorgeous the nurse actually was. She had long brown hair, drawn up into a bun that looked elegantly beautiful in combination with her outfit. She stood just under six feet tall, and was slim in all the right places. On top of that, her ample cleavage stood out from her chest and practically called out to John. The nurse noticed John watching her bosom as she walked, and began to swing her hips a little extra just for his benefit. He was going to be used in a dangerous experiment, and she felt sympathetic.

As they approached the end of the hallway, a huge set of double doors that looked like they swung outward appeared. The nurse burst through dragging John into the most cliché laboratory he had ever seen. The floor of the room was tiled and well polished so that it gleamed brilliant white. Lining the walls were tons of equipment and computer monitors that blinked crazily. From the ceiling hung four dangling lights that gave off just enough illumination to see around the room. Above was an observation deck with a glass window from which two people were watching. The most prominent aspect of the room, however, was the chair sitting at the center. It was made of a shiny metal and the arms and legs of the chair had manacles. Covering the entire chair were dozens and dozens of electrodes. Most were attached near the head of the chair, but there were some covering the back, the arms and the legs of the chair.

"Please, take a seat, Mr. Davis." The nurse gestured towards the gleaming metal chair.

"You want me to sit in THAT thing?" John exclaimed.

"Yes, and if it makes you feel any better, the manacles are there for your own good." John grumbled but slowly made his way over to menacing chair. John yelped because almost the instant he sat down, the manacles clamped down on his wrists and legs. From the shadows stepped a scientist in a white lab coat, holding a clipboard with seemingly thousands of papers held in it. He walked over and began to attach the electrodes onto various places on his body with the help of the amazingly beautiful nurse.

"Is anyone going to tell me how this is going to work?" John asked.

"You probably don't want to know." The scientist replied with grimace. John groaned. Once they finished attaching every electrode, the scientist and the nurse stepped back and looked at their handiwork.

"I think he's set." The scientist then waved to the two people standing in the observation deck. One, a man in a green suit with various medals and ribbons pinned to his uniform, gave him a thumbs-up. The nurse walked over to what looked like a control panel and placed her hand an enormous switch, the kind you see on a circuit breaker. She looked directly at John and asked,

"Are you ready? This will be like nothing you have experienced."

"Fuck, just get it over with!" John was beginning to realize that he didn't quite want to die as much as he thought he did. The nurse flipped the switch and a bunch of lights and screens flashed on, each one presumably giving the scientist and the nurse information about how the test was proceeding. At first John just felt a slight tingling from all the electrodes hooked to his body. But as the time passed, the tingling became more intense, turning into a buzz. Then he began to feel little shocks all over his body. He yelped as they began to feel more painful. Finally, everything coalesced into an overall pain, all over his body, and John heard screaming. John realized that the person screaming was he.

Suddenly, he felt his hands begin to burn. The feeling was unbearable, and there was nothing he could do about it. Imagine someone sticking your hands into lava, and then multiply that feeling by ten and you may have an idea for what this felt like. The feeling began to move up his arms, slowly, painfully slowly, so slowly John didn't even realize it until it was halfway up his arms. It began to accelerate, moving into his shoulders and down his spinal cord. John was no longer screaming his voice had become so hoarse. All that escaped his lips was a light wheeze that couldn't be heard over the shaking of his limbs.

Ten minutes had passed, and John wanted to slip away into unconsciousness. But the fire was too much; it was keeping him alive, holding him in the now. After the fire consumed his spine, it moved upwards. As it neared his neck, John knew that it was now heading for his brain. However, he was numb to the pain at this point. It was only a tickle now. John felt it approach. It felt to him as if someone was trailing fingers towards the back of his head. Just do it already. Finish me off, why don't you. And then the fire reached his brain.

John roared in pain, his hoarse voice now re-invigorated by a feeling that was thousands of times worse than what had come before. He began to seizure. His arms and legs flailed wildly, barely restrained by the clamps. His vision swam. His body felt hot one second, cold the next.

"MAKE IT END!!!" John yelled. The nurse and the scientist dove to the floor as one control panel after another exploded, bursting into a billowing hot ball of flame.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!" John screamed. And then it stopped. The control panel with the gigantic switch finally exploded, putting an end to the energy that had been flowing into John up until that point. He passed out. The scientist got up off the floor first.

"Is he alive?" The scientist checked his pulse. "Oh... my... God... I... I can't believe it. He's... alive..." The nurse looked at the scientist.

"So then it was a success? The project really worked?"

"I-I believe so... ha... haha.... HAHAHA! It worked!" The scientist looked up at the observation deck. Over the loud speakers came the voice of the boss.

"I take it that your maniacal giggling means it worked, eh Finnegan?"

"Well, sir, he's alive. We have yet to find out if the procedure did what we wanted it to, but... I have no reason to suspect that it hasn't."

"Very well then. Take Mr. Davis somewhere he can be fixed up." Aside to the man standing next to him, he said, "You'll be happy to know that our project was successful, Mr. President."

"Yes, it does appear that that's the case... I just hope that's a good thing..."

CHAPTER TWO

The nurse sat in a fancy wooden chair about five feet from the table where John lay. She looked him over curiously. How could he, or anyone for that matter, have survived what he just went through? He must be very tough. She rose from the chair, walked over to John and stood next to him, looking down at him. On the outside, he looked just the same as he had when he'd come to them. But inside... well, that's a whole other story.

After the nurse had disconnected him from the chair, she had picked him up and put him on the stretcher that the scientist had just grabbed from the back of the room. She'd then wheeled him out the door, down the hall, into the elevator, up to the top floor, into a waiting ambulance which had then driven John all of 500 feet to the next door building. The "post-project ward." The nurse had ridden in the ambulance with John. She suddenly had felt an odd attachment to him when the doctor stationed on the ambulance had said that he was physically stable, but was in a deep coma.

John moaned, startling the nurse out of her daydream. Again, she looked down on him and saw him begin to stir. John let out another moan, accompanied by him rolling over on the table. He opened his eyes and for the first time the nurse saw his bright green eyes. She gasped. His eyes! They're amazing! John mumbled something incoherently that she couldn't understand.

"John? Are you awake?"

"Weh uh." John mumbled.

"What was that? I don't understand." The nurse replied.

"Waah tuh."

"Water? Oh okay water. Here." She moved to the sink, turned on the faucet, and put a Dixie cup under the running water. When she turned around, she gasped. John was already sitting up, eyeing her expectantly. Something in his gaze, something she had never seen before in another man, made her knees weak. She almost dropped the water as she handed it to him.

"H-Here you go John." He nodded a polite thank-you and began to sip at the water. When he finished, he gave a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, I needed that." His voice was still a little bit hoarse, but it was much improved over the rasping whisper that it had been seconds ago.

"How, um... How are you feeling Jo...Mr. Davis?"

"Please, call me John. And, surprisingly, I feel good. In fact, I haven't felt this good since I injured my knee in the war." He smiled. Gosh, he has such white teeth. Thought the nurse.

"Why thank you." John said. The nurse gasped. John looked at her quizzically.

"What? What is it?" He asked anxiously. The nurse slowly walked closer to him. Again, John couldn't help but admire this woman's amazing bust. As she got closer, he felt himself beginning to stir.

"Umm, wha-what are you doing?" John asked.

"Why did you thank me?" she asked. She was now maybe a foot away from him.

"You complimented my teeth. Normally compliments are met with signs of gratitude... Right?"

"Oh my. It...It worked. You..." She took a quick step away from him, a look of fear beginning to show in her eyes. "You have the abilities..." Now John was really confused.

"What? What are you talking about? What did the experiment do?"

"John, what do you know about the human brain?" She asked him seriously.

"Uhhh... it's the control center of the body... Somehow I don't think that's the answer you're looking for though..."

"John, humans use only 10% of their total brain capacity at any given time. Imagine... Imagine if someone used even a little bit more of the remaining 90% of their brain. Who KNOWS what would result? John, using the electrodes we stimulated that extra 90% of your brain, hopefully so that you can now use it. According to our tests, the increased capacity SHOULD allow you to do... well... just about anything. You should have: telekinesis, telepathy, pyro-kinesis, the ability to alter perceptions, and the ability to change your shape and the shape of other things. And that's just to name a few..."

John stared at her, stunned. "Are you serious?"

"Quite." The nurse gave him a hard look straight in the eyes.

"Well, how do I do any of this? Do I just... will it to happen?"

The nurse sighed. "That's the one thing we didn't know going into this experiment. We have absolutely no idea how you should go about attempting to use these abilities."

John laughed. "Guess I should start practicing, huh?" The tension seemed to leave the nurse as she started to laugh, too. She said, "Why don't you try something easy? Try to lift the paper cup with your mind."

"Umm okay, just... don't laugh at me if I look ridiculous..." John said. The nurse just giggled, the jiggling motion drawing John's gaze toward her fabulous breasts. Focus, He thought. John looked at the cup. He thought about how in Star Wars when people used the force they used hand motions.

John raised his hand towards the cup, and said, "Rise!" When nothing happened, he said it again. "RISE!" At this, the nurse started giggling again. John just rolled his eyes. He tried again. "RISE!!!" John screamed. The nurse practically exploded with laughter.

John looked down abashedly. He didn't like being humiliated. Suddenly he felt a sudden urge for her to feel as humiliated as he did. In the back of his mind he felt some tingling, and then... the nurse's shirt disappeared. The nurse didn't even notice anything was different until she saw John's hungry stare.

"What? What happened?" She looked down. "Hey!" She yelped, hastily throwing her arms over her ample bosom. John continued to stare.

"I... I did that? That's... that's just... AWESOME!" John walked over to her and grabbed her arms.

"What are you doing?" said the nurse.

"Do you realize what this means? I can fix my life! I could even fix my leg! I could... oh I... I.... agh..." John suddenly remembered his wife. God, he wanted to get back at her for leaving him.

Looking down, he realized he was still holding on to the nurse, quietly tightly in fact. He loosened his grip, but she made no move to get away from him. She just stood still, watching him intently. John's gaze travelled to her white lace bra. His hands traced its straps.

"How... How long has it been since... since you... well ummm... you know..." The nurse asked, blushing furiously. "For me, umm, well... it's... it's been a while."

In response, John leaned down and kissed her. His hands travelled back down the straps of her bra, grabbing her breasts greedily.

"What's your name?" he whispered next to her ear. Her hands began to un-button his shirt.

"Veronica." She moaned as John pinched her nipple. He moved his left hand down to her ass, pulling her closer to him, grinding their hips together.

"Well, Veronica, close your eyes. I need to do something before we do this." She batted her eyelashes at him seductively. John slowly back up from her and turned away. Trying to bring back that tingling at the back of his head, he focused on his leg. He willed it to heal. After a few quick seconds and small jolt of pain, his knee felt good as new. John breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are your eyes still closed?" he asked Veronica.

"Yes, John," she purred. Again reaching for the tingling, John willed his body to become more muscular. He felt the skin around his biceps tighten, his calves begin to become more defined, and his stomach flatten out and become hard. Lastly, John looked down. Quietly pulling his pants down, he checked his raging boner. He stood out at around six inches. Gonna need more than that, he thought. He willed his cock to become longer and thicker. When it reached about 9 inches, he stopped. Proud of his new body, he turned to Veronica.




Acting God



"You can open your eyes now."

Veronica gasped. "Ohh, John," she murmured sexily. She jumped towards him, grabbing his ass in one hand and his cock in the other. She started rubbing his enlarged member and kissing him at the same time. John put his hands on her breasts, feeling and kneading them, savoring their loveliness. Veronica moaned as John bent down and began to suck on one of her nipples. Licking and swirling his tongue around Veronica's aroused nipple, John used his other hand to reach down and finger her.

"Hold on a minute, Superman, let's do you first..." Veronica knelt down and grabbed his cock with both hands. She began to jerk him off, going slowly at first. As she felt his cock harden further, Veronica gently lowered her mouth onto the tip of his penis. She swirled her tongue around the head, licking the tip with vigor. With her hand she fondled his balls gently. Ever so slowly, Veronica moved down his shaft. John moaned in pleasure.

She began to move up and down his cock slowly, licking him all the while. After short while, she looked up at John and gave a wickedly sexy grin as, suddenly, she amped up the pace, making the most obscene slurping noises as she deep throated him once, twice, three times...

"UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!" John yelled as he was taken over the edge of the abyss into the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt. Veronica greedily sucked his cock dry as jet after jet of hot, creamy cum shot into her mouth. It came so fast that she could barely take it all in and some dribbled down her chin to fall -- SPLAT -- on her breasts.

When John returned from his minute-long orgasm, he looked down to see his handiwork. Veronica was smiling up at him, the hottest thing he had seen since... ever. She sat on her knees, grinning up at him, while drops of his cum sat delicately on breasts that were pushed up by Veronica's crossed arms. John grinned.

Suddenly John hoisted Veronica up onto his shoulder. She giggled crazily, while he walked over to the padded table and placed Veronica gently on top of it. John climbed on top of her and looked down at Veronica, who was now lying on her back. With a thought, John snapped her bra. It flew to the other side of the room, hitting the door and falling to the ground.

"Oooo, he's showing off now, is he?" Veronica joked.

"No. THIS is showing off." John closed his eyes.

"What are you doiEEEEEEEEEE!!" Veronica squealed as she felt her breasts begin to grow. John opened his eyes and lowered his face into Veronica's growing bosom. He moaned in delight, sucking and fondling her breasts as the slowly grew.

"Unghhh... Jo-John... That feeling... it's... it's great!" Once, they had grown about 4 cup sizes, from D to H, John cut off the flow of his power. He gazed at Veronica's now huge breasts. The lust inside him burned so powerfully that he didn't even know where to begin.

Veronica took his hands and put them on the outsides of her humungous mounds. Taking the hint, John pushed her breasts together and shoved his cock into the gap between her tits. Having a little fun, John lengthen his dick another 5 inches so that it was long enough for Veronica to suck on continuously while he slid himself forwards and backwards between her gloriously amazing boobs. The sensation of fucking her tits while getting blown at the same time by the most gorgeous woman John had ever seen was proving to be too much for him.

Desperately grasping for the power, he willed himself to have more sexual stamina, to hold out longer against this barrage of pleasure. John felt the need to cum lessen, and he began to pump faster. He was practically fucking Veronica's face now. Suddenly, John felt his balls tighten and the orgasm rush towards him. When his cock stiffened, he stopped mid-pump, and, sensing that he was about to explode, Veronica sucked on the end of his cock even harder.

John almost fainted with the power of his orgasm. His spunk rocketed out of his cock, shooting into the back of Veronica's throat, where she sucked it down into the pit of her stomach. After making quite a few slurping noises, and cleaning off his cock, Veronica looked up at him and smiled. John smiled back weakly, looking down at her, and then he slumped to his side, toppling off the padded table onto the marbled floor below...



Acting Job



Act 1

I guess I should try and tell you how I got into this situation. I did not plan on it, it just sort of happened. I had been married six months, and after the wedding we moved to New York City where my husband Jack had a job at a brokerage firm. He found an apartment that cost a fortune but then everything cost so much in the city. 

Jack knew that I wanted to act in a play, and that was part of the reason that we decided to live in the city, so it would make it easy for me to find an acting job. I did not want to act for the money, although to get paid to act would be great. What I wanted was the experience so maybe one day I could be good enough to get into a real, high-class Broadway show.

In the six months that I went out to the “cattle calls,” I had only been trying to get a bit part. So I did not expect the callback asking me to go back and read for the lead part in a play about a struggling couple with the husband going to fight overseas. The catch of the story was, it was based on a very good-looking black man and a very pretty white wife. The play was to show the modern troubles of a mixed marriage. They wanted the wife to be young because she was to be right out of high school (I had been out for a year) and they wanted to show that in today’s life problems still did exist even in our open-minded times. 

I was one of five women called back to read one last time for the part. I was so excited that night I was on a cloud, Jack was happy for me and I told him what they told me and he wished me luck. I showed up at 9 a.m., and already sitting in the waiting room were four other women, all of them lovely and, to my surprise, all blondes. I am a deep bright redhead (have been all my life). I was the last to read for the part.

I walked in the office and was handed a script. I read it and when I finished, the questions began. The first question they asked me was would I agree to dye my hair blonde. They wanted a deep contrast between the lead actor (who had read with me), who was as black as a black man could get. Next to me, there was a deed, deep black and white contrast. I was asked if I could work nude scenes because this play did have them in it because it was a husband and wife play. Since I have never had any problem showing off my body I quickly told them I didn’t have a problem with that. I did let them know that my husband might, and I asked them if they would mind him coming to the rehearsals to watch if I got the part. They agreed and I knew as long as Jack was there, I would not have any problems with getting him to agree.

They told me they would call me later to let me know if I got the part or not and I went home higher than a kite. I just knew I would get the job by the way that I did my lines and handled the questions. The other women had gone right in and come right out; I went in and it was almost an hour before I walked out. By the time I got home the phone was ringing and, sure enough, I got the lead! I blurted it all out as Jack walked in the door. He was happy for me but, as I thought, he was not all that thrilled about me doing any nude scenes. 

The next day I went back to pick up the script and the rehearsal schedule. That night both my husband and I read the script. I was reading it to learn the story line and, of course, to learn my lines. Jack, on the other hand, went straight to the nude scenes to see what they involved. Whenever he came across one or even just a sexy scene he, of course, had to read it to me and we talked about it. We found that there were no nude scenes in Act 1, just talking and three kisses (of course, Jack counted them for me to let me know). He found the first nude scene and it was followed with going to bed and having sex. The script also had “Simulated, under the covers” in big bold text. 

In Act 3 we were to wake up and have morning sex before we got up, only this time I was to be the one on top. Again in big bold letters it had “(Simulated being covered from the back at the waist with back to audience)” on the script. There was to be a part where Ben (the other actor’s stage name for the part) got under the covers to simulated performing oral sex on me, and then I return the favor. 

Jack read that and said, “Boy, there is a lot of sex in this play.” 

I stopped reading my lines and said, “If you think about it, honey, it is just like us. I mean, don’t we have morning sex and haven’t I given you a morning blowjob?” 

Jack said, “Yeah, but that is us being married.” 

I said, “That is the point, married couples do that, so if this is going to be a good play, we have to simulate it being real.”

Now in all of my drama classes in high school I never had any bedroom scenes and I always wondered how actors acted that stuff out and make it look so real. I was finally going to get my chance to learn and to do just that. My first rehearsal was at 8 a.m. The schedule I was given gave us three weeks to rehearse and learn our parts. The first day we just went in and spent all day reading back and forth. Ben (Jason Kiel) and I paired up with the director to read. Ben was a seasoned actor and I had done 12 different plays in high school, so it was easy. When it came to the different things we had to do, Sara (the director) would read that section of the script.

I’ll give you an idea. I would read, “Oh, honey, you’re back,” then Sara would read, “Linda, you run from the kitchen into Ben’s arms, you kiss, Ben pulls back and says …” then Ben said, “Oh, I missed you so much, you were all I ever thought about.” 

The next day we worked the stage holding the script as we ran through the parts. Every night Jack would ask me what happened during the day and of course I told him. We had Act 1 down pat in four days and we began Act 2 that had the first nude scene and simulated sex act. Again the first day of Act 2 practice we read and I told Jack that night that we were going to do our first run-through with script the next day. He called in and took a sick day to come in with me. 

We did the reading and when it came to the part where we were to be on the bed, Sara asked me if I had ever simulated sex before in a play. I told her no, that in high school we could not have any sex scenes. 

She said, “OK, tell you what. Let’s put down the scripts and I’ll show you how it is done under the covers. We want the audience to believe it is happening, yet we all know this is acting. Why don’t you have your husband come up here? I want him to see how this is done just so he knows it is true acting.” 

I turned to Jack and motioned for him to come up on stage with us. Sara had me lay down on the bed on my back (I was clothed) and she positioned my legs up with my knees bent.

She said, “It is very important to keep your knees up to hold the blanket up so the only movement seen by the audience is from Ben’s rear which he will bounce up and down, simulating the act.” Once I was ready she had Ben get up between my legs and said, “OK, for today and tomorrow we will not use a blanket. I want to see acting, I want you to make us believe you two are doing it. Now Ben is going to place his groin right here,” Sara said, putting her hand on my tummy. “His groin will never be touching yours. If there is any contact whatsoever, it will be up here on your tummy. Now when you get to the part where he lifts your legs up and places them on his shoulders, your groin will be lifted way above his. There will not be any contact. I put on a real play and there will not be any thing going on but acting. You two got that?” 

I was shocked when she said that! I mean, I sure as hell was not going to do anything, but I was glad she said that for Ben’s sake, I mean, Jason Kiel. I looked at my husband sitting in a chair watching me like a bird watching his prey. We did it and read the lines. I gave my best rendition of having wild sex and climaxing, but everything I did was not enough for Sara. She wanted me louder and much more vocal. The script just said “long wild passionate sex with Ben on top.” By the time we finished for her, my throat was sore and dry. 

One other thing happened in the rehearsal later in the afternoon. I was so turned on by what we were doing that I actually did have a climax; in fact, I had two of them. I guess it was the crotch of my jeans against me as I laid there being bounced on the bed moaning and pretending to climax. In fact, the times that I did climax I was not acting but Sara afterward wanted me to do it again, only louder and to talk dirty to Ben. 

By the time back home, I was on fire. We walked into the apartment and we attacked each other. It turned my husband on as much as it did me. Afterward we talked about it, and he was going to take his three-week vacation because he was not going to let me go to rehearsal alone. He wanted to watch and make sure that nothing happened. I assured him that I could handle it and it was just acting (I did not tell him I climaxed on the bed under Ben) but he, being the loving and protecting husband, wanted to just make sure.

The next day we read again and ran through the motions. By day three I had my part memorized and so did Ben. In the morning we ran through it clothed and after lunch Sara announced, “OK, kids, this is it. Today we run through it in the nude. This time, when you kiss in the living room and make your way to the bedroom, I want to see the clothes come off. I want the bra off just past the doorway and I want Linda’s panties off here at the end of the bed and Ben’s underwear off just as you lift up the covers. I want the audience to just get a glimpse of your dick before you lay down and get into the kissing. Wait, let’s leave the bottoms on for this time. Let’s go, now go.” 

I was sweaty and almost shaking, I had never seen a black man naked before and while I had prepared myself for this, I was still a little shook up. I bobbled my lines badly and it was so bad that Sara pulled me aside and actually asked me if I could do it or not; she was ready to put in the understudy if I could not get with it. I assured her that I could and we started again. I managed to do the lines right and as we walked and I took off Ben’s clothes as he took mine off I was so sexually turned on I knew that if I did have to take my panties off then that they would stick to my crotch and my husband would know just how turned on I was. What really got to me was seeing the package in Ben’s shorts; he had on bikini briefs and they were bulging with him. Just as we were about to get in the bed the soundman called for Sara to stop a moment; the wireless microphones in the headboard were not working.

He came out on stage and began fiddling with the three microphones while we just stood there waiting. I only had on my panties and Ben had on his briefs that were bulging. I could clearly see the outline of his dick. It was hard for me not to stare at it. I was glad that I would never have to take anything that size in me. (My God, what was I thinking?! I mean, of course not, this was just acting, we were not putting on a sex show. I would never allow myself to do a sex show, I don’t care how much it paid or how turned on I got.) The soundman finished and Sara got us back into position.

I reached for the covers to pull back when Sara yelled out, “No! Leave them on, I want to run through this scene this time without them, that way we all know what you have to do and your husband and Jason’s girlfriend (her name is Rose) can see what will be going on under the covers, I want to see Ben in the right position.” 

We began kissing again and Ben laid me down on my back as he worked my breast with his big black hand. We had always done that part with my bra and shirt on before then. I was hot as I had ever been in my life; his fingers ignited my breast and nipples that sent waves of pleasure straight down between my legs. 

We kissed for a while and then we got into position. I had my knees raised and Ben, of course, moved up above me never touching my groin or me. He motioned as if we were making love and I gave an Academy Award performance as I made everyone there think that I was enjoying the lovemaking. When we got to the part where Ben reached down and pulled up my legs to place on his shoulders, I was actually having my own little climax as I acted out that part. Ben’s groin never touched me. The next part was for him to pull out, lay on his back and I was to go under the covers and pretend to give him oral sex.

When he laid down I turned and as I went down his body Sara said, “OK, stop right at his belly button and bob your head up and down so it will look like you are actually giving Ben some head. Ben will go through his lines and when he acts as if he comes again, then you change places. You will come up from under the covers, turn around and let him know it is his turn, he will get under the covers, between your legs and place his chin on your belly button, you will go through a climax and then spoon as you talk and go to sleep.”

It was then that Ben said, “That is nasty. I don’t never go down on a woman after sex, that’s just nasty as hell.” 

Sara said, “Ben, you are not going to, you are going to act as if you are. I know you don’t do it in real life, but this is not real, so suck it up and act.”

He said, “You don’t get it, ain’t no black man going to go down on a woman that he just did.”

Sara said, “No, you don’t get it. Linda is not just some woman, she is your wife and she just went down on your messy dick that just came out of her because she loves you, now since you love her as much you are going to go down on her and show the world that you love your wife the same, now either get with it or let your stand-in take your place. You knew this was in the script weeks ago, now act.”

We did it and I could tell that Ben did not like acting out that part. I was glad that no one would see his face under the covers. We did it exactly as Sara wanted and when we got to the part where he spooned me, I could feel his very hard dick through his shorts against my ass cheeks and I hate to admit it, but I loved the feeling. 

When Sara called out to close the scene she also yelled for the prop people to bring us two robes. They handed them to us as we got up from the bed, Ben had a huge hard-on and he turned his back to everyone as he put his robe on to hide it from view.

Sara said, “Good job, kids, and listen up everyone. Remember, this is acting, and if all you boys here don’t have a hard-on, then Linda and Ben did not do their job right. And if you don’t have a hard-on, Ben, I need to find another actor. I want this part to be extremely erotic; this is a man and wife who love each other, they have been apart for months and will be again, they have three days to make love and work out their family problems, so deal with it, and if you can’t let me know and I’ll pay you what I owe you and you can leave. I do not want any snickering and/or nasty comments. Linda is a great actor and Ben has control.”

Turning to my husband she said, “Are you content with the scene? Are you comfortable that this is acting and nothing more, Jack?” 

Everyone was looking at my husband as I was, and Jack said, “Yeah, sure, it was acting. They didn’t touch and, believe me, I was watching. I have to tell you, though, if I had not seen it with my own eyes I would surely have believed that it was real.” 

Sara smiled and said “Jack, honey, it’s called acting, we act to make it look real. OK, let’s take five and we’ll do it again.” 

I said, “I’m going to my dressing room. I’ll be right back.” 

I wanted Jack to come with me because I wanted sex so bad I asked for it. I knew that if Jack was dumb enough to not come with me that I would have to masturbate before going back out there. I went in closed the door and leaning against it I put my hand in my panties and touched my very wet soaked vagina. 

I was just getting into it when I heard a tap on the door, I heard Jack’s voice and I quickly opened to door. I said, “What took you so long? Come here, I need you, and I need you now.” 

I began kissing him as he took me to my daybed. He had his hand in my panties and his fingers inside me fucking me like crazy. I grabbed for his cock and was getting his pants down. 

He broke the kiss and said, “Give me a blowjob, honey, that was so hot, I need to get off.” 

I thought to myself, “Isn’t it just like a man? He wants to get off, he wants a blow job, he wants, he wants … what about what I want?” I needed to fuck, but oh, well I could at least masturbate as I sucked him off, besides I loved doing that anyway. 

We got his pants down to the floor and I knelt down making love to his cock with my lips and mouth. I worked my pussy like a woman possessed, Jack put his hands on top of my head and began fucking my mouth, sliding his cock down my throat just the way I love it. I felt a cool breeze and turned my eyes to the doorway. Sara and Ben were standing there, I saw Sara reach for the handle and close the door. 

I pulled back and said, “Jesus, Jack, you forgot to lock the fucking door, Dammit, Jack, they saw us.” 

Jack just grabbed my head and pulled me back to him. I saw his dick coming at my face and I knew that the only thing that was going to stop him was for him to get off. I resigned myself to the fact that they had seen us, and if they could not understand a husband and wife doing this it was just their problem to deal with. I came hard as Jack pulsed his sperm down my throat. 

He finished as I did and as I pulled back off of him, he pulled up his pants and said, “I’m sorry, honey, I got so turned on and you had me going nuts. I couldn’t stop, I should have locked the door. Are you mad?” 

I stood up as I pulled my soaking panties up and said, “I’m not mad, I understand. Hey, they can handle it. Remember, they are actors.” 

I heard a knock on the door and Sara’s voice, “On the set, Linda, we’re waiting.” I slipped on my robe and we walked back on stage. Sara came over to me and said into my ear, “Sorry, honey, but next time, lock the door.”

She wanted us to do the scene again, and this time we were to take off the underwear and get under the covers. This time when Ben got between my legs he did not have anything to hold his dick against himself which made it free to bounce when he moved, every now and then I would feel it bounce onto my tummy. And when he lifted my legs up I felt him a few times touching my right thigh. God, I was so turned on all I could think about was having sex with Jack tonight. 

We did the acting part of oral sex and when I was under the covers with all the light I could see his big black dick, it came up above his belly button. It was so big! I wanted to touch it. I wanted to really put my mouth on it but I didn’t. Ben moaned and bounced up and down as if I was really getting him off, then he just raised his hips up and stayed there. I took my cue and bounced faster up and down, making it look like I had gotten him off. 

When it was his turn to act as if he was eating me I almost prayed that somehow some part of his body would touch me down there as he bounced his head up and down on my belly. When we got to the part where we laid down and did our dialog as he spooned me I could feel his rock hard dick against the back of my legs on my thighs. At one point he whispered in my ear, “I’m sorry for opening the door on you and Jack. Next time, I’ll knock.” 

We did that same scene three more times and I had five different lovely climaxes and every one of them without anything touching my bottom. I cannot explain it because I never experienced any kind of climax without some sort of stimulation, but with the movement and Ben working my breast as the script required and my own movements under the sheets, well, it all worked together to give me some lovely, lovely little climaxes




Acting Job Pt. 2



Act 5: The Final Act

After the last show I was sore again, I felt like a used sex toy. Jason (Ben) had only climaxed four times all night, but he was hard every time and he fucked me hard when he was on top and I fucked him as fast and as hard as I possibly could when I was on top. It took some time to get past all the stagehands and rest of the cast and well wishers. Sara was so ecstatic that the house was full and her play was such a success. The reviews had called our play the most daring one anyone put on in the history of plays ever ran in the city. Some had said it was so real it was like watching two people in love struggle with separation and what it truly does to young sexual people. 

As I walked up to my dressing room door I saw my husband Jack just arriving ahead of me. As he reached for the doorknob I called out to him, he turned and we kissed. I was worn out, but I know Jack, he was happy and he was turned on. I knew from the way he kissed me. 

We opened the door while we kissed and after closing the door. He turned me around bent me over he lifted up my floor length skirt I had been wearing on stage. I knew he was too far excited to be put off, and from the way he had acted last night I had something in me that wanted him to know I was naked and I did have sex on stage in front of God, him, the audience.

I heard his pants drop to the floor and I felt his hard cock enter me, he moaned and fucked me like crazy. I do not know if he heard the sloshing of the sperm already in my pussy or if he somehow thought that that sloppy pussy sound was coming from me because I was so turned on. 

I wanted to climax with him so I reached under myself and began rubbing my clit like my life depended on my climax. I knew Jack would be coming quickly and I was thankful I was still so fucking turned on from the stage. Ben (Jason) did not get me off that last scene and I wanted it bad. I felt if I could not come with Him I may as well come with my husband.  

I felt myself coming and I moaned and let jack know I was. I felt him grab my hips and pull me back against his cock. I felt him as he pulsed inside of me. I closed my Kagle muscles around him and I milked him for every drop of his sperm. 

My whole body shook as we came. Finely Jack pulled back and he came out of me. My skirt dropped and I stood up brushing my hair back as I walked over to my makeup table. As I sat down Jack had pulled up his pants and then sat on the sofa in my dressing room.

Now that the excitement had begun to cool, I just knew that Jack had to know that I did have sex with Jason (Ben) on stage, he had to! I waited for him to say something but he didn't he just sat there. Finely he asked, "Are you hungry honey, you have to be starved want to grab a bite on the way home?"

Before I could answer him, there was a knock on my door, I yelled out for who ever it was to come in. it was Sara and she was walking in with flowers, and a hand full of congratulations she was followed by several others who in turn had champagne and glass's. She yelled out, "We have a four month contract, were a hit!" 

I stood up and I became excited, I jumped up and down and we hugged, when we stopped she held me looking into my eyes and asked, "Can you do it hon., I mean every night for the next four months, who knows maybe even more?" You have to make sure that you know, you don't get pregnant." She stopped talking and suddenly looked at Jack saying, "I mean you two, I mean we can't have our star go having a baby now can we, this play is so hot it could go on for years!"

Jack stood up and said, "Are you kidding, Linda is on the pill and nothing is going to stop her from doing this play, she is having too much fun."

I looked at him and I never had told him I began taking my birth control pills again. I started the day after I was hired for the part, I have no idea why, and maybe it was part of me that knew I would be fucking other men soon. I honestly don't know why.


I said to Sara, "No worries Sara, I can do it as much as you need, and Peter and I promise not to get pregnant on you. I have to say this play has spiced up our marriage bed but no worries." 

Sara gave me another hug and said in my ear, "I'm not worried about your husband dear, just make sure you keep taking those pills, I don't want Jason or his friends getting you pregnant." She pulled away and I was stunned. I have no idea why I felt that way, I some how knew that she knew that I was now crazy for Jason cock, but then she did catch me with him and his brother Ray as they sandwiched me in the dressing room.

I looked up and Jason was in the room smiling and shaking hands, he came up to us and gave me a hug, he said, "Were a hit, were a big fucking hit." He let go of me and reached to shake Jack's hand he said as he reached for it, "you have a great wife, she is a top actress, and she makes our job so easy the way she flows." 

Jack took his hand and said, "yea she is very easy to work with, and I hope you enjoy working with her as much as I do. I mean if this is one of those long running plays, won't you guys get bored?"

Jason said, "are you kidding, how could anyone get bored with a woman as exciting as your wife, look at her, she is full ripe and lovely. Every man in that audience wants to be with her." 

Jack said, "your wrong Jason, every man out there wants to fuck her, and they only get to watch you two on stage and fantasying that it is them." I said, "yea, but what about the woman honey, there are as many women out there as there are men. What do they fantasy's about?"

Jack smiled as he kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Well they fantasize that Jason here is fucking them instead of you, they picture themselves in your shoes of course."

I had just taken a drink of champagne when he said that and I almost choked when he said those words. I looked at him knowing that he knew what I had been doing all along. He then said, "you two make it look so real a fucking priest would get a hard-on I call that great acting."

Sara raised her glass and said, "I'll drink to that, to the two best actors I have ever had the pleasure to direct." We all raised our glasses to that and we drank. We drank and drank polishing off five bottles. 

I was hungry and I had every body get out so I could get in my street cloths, I stripped and as I did Jack said, "I love the way your pussy smells after you get fucked. Just for a moment I had forgotten that he fucked me when he came back stage and for that split moment I panicked. Remembering that we did have sex I said, "well since you fucked me I really do smell it smells like you left four or five loads of cum in me, I reek of sperm, maybe I should clean myself up before we go to get a bite."

He looked at me and said, "Are you kidding me, I love that aroma, I want to smell your nasty pussy until we get home where I plan to fuck you again, maybe twice."

I walked up to him kissed him a hot wet kiss and said, in that case I am not going to put any panties on, I'll put on my evening dress and I'll keep my legs open so the aroma of this nasty pussy can come up freely so you can smell what kind of a woman you are married to." I was thinking whore I have no idea what Jack was thinking

I knew this was really pushing it but this man was making me hot, it was like we were playing some sort of head game and I fucking loved it. As I dressed I could tell jack had a hard-on, and it was pushing against his pants. 

It was after eleven when we walked out and we stopped at the first place we found open that had any kind of dining. When we went inside it turned out to be a very large club, they had a disc jockey and we were told the dining room was closed but we could order food in the bar area. It was fairly crowded but the waitress found us a corner booth 

Jack and I did not feel like walking around looking for another place to eat so we decided to just stay and eat. I love to dance so after we placed our order we went onto the dance floor and began dancing. Everything was up beat and I was having a blast with my husband. When a slow dance came on I clung to him and I ground myself against him letting him know I was turned on for him. We kissed and it was one of those "fuck me know" kind of kiss's

We finished and went to our booth where the food was waiting. As we ate Jack said to me, "I have never seen you this fucking turned on ever, is it this play that has turned you on so much, or something else?"

I almost choked on my food as he asked that question, I swallowed and said, I think it is the play honey; it is a very sexual stimulating play you know. When I finish all I can think about is fucking you like crazy."

Jack kept eating then said, "I think it is something else, I have to say you are the hottest woman I have ever known and this play brings that out of you. I think it is Ben, or Jason, by the way what do you call him off stage, Ben or Jason? 

He stopped talking and I cleared my throat as I said, "well on stage I call him Ben, but off stage I call him Jason.' 

Then Jack said, "but what do you call him when he is fucking you with his black cock?" I was stunned I mean I did not expect that question, I looked at him and I thought, OK, he wants to know, He wants to know just what kind of a slut he is married to, Ok here it goes.

I said, well on stage I call him Ben and off stage I call him Jason in my dressing room or his I call him by his name and his friends by theirs."

I almost expected Jack to jump up and storm out oft here, but somehow I just knew that he wouldn't I some how knew that he suspected this and it excited him. He is not dumb by no means he had to know from all the sperm and aroma coming from me these past nights.

I had no idea what to expect, but I did not want to lie to him, I decided that no matter what he asked I would tell him and let the cards fall where the may. 

Jack said, "I heard that black men like to share their women, so I take it he has shared you with his friends?" 

I said, "No, he told his brother and he did not believe him, so he, well we, I mean we did it in front of him then he sort of joined in. I mean they both did it to me at the same time.'

Jack smiled and very excited asked, "How, I mean how in your mouth and cunt or what?"

I could tell he was excited and I mean excited, he wanted to know so I told him, "Well at first they bent me over and I sucked Jason while Ray fucked me from behind and then when they finished they had me bend over while Jason put his cock in my ass and he lifted me up so his Brother could put his cock in my cunt. They just stood there with me between them and they fucked me as I hung on both of their cocks.

Sara came in the dressing room and saw us just as we all came. I thought I would die. I think that is why she said what she did about me getting pregnant tonight. I mean how would it look if the star is pregnant anyway"?

Jack then asked, "When did it start, I mean the first time, was it after work or what?"

I told him everything, I told him how I would get so worked up during rehearsal and how bad I wanted to feel Jason inside of me and how on opening night that there was no acting that we fucked right there up on stage in front of the whole audience and him. 

I told him how I sucked his cock under the sheets and how he ate me and even in the chair how he would eat me, finger me and then as the lights went down fuck me like crazy in the dark as we made our sexual love making noises for the audience to picture in their minds. 

Jack smiled and said, "I thought so, I know your moans, I know you were doing it, God that was so fucking hot, I knew his cock was in you, I knew you were sucking him off, I could smell you right in the front row. You have such an aroma about you when you have sex. The room reeked of you and sperm, I don't know how anyone could miss that."

I looked at him and asked, "Aren't you mad, I mean just a little jealous? I fucked another man, no two other men, and they made me feel wonderful, aren't you upset with me at all?"

Jack looked at me and he took my hand, he said, "let me ask you a question, do you love me?"

I said, "yes, of course I do, I love you very much. I did not want to hurt you, I wasn't thinking.'

Jack said, "I know your pussy did the thinking for you, I am not jealous, I know you had sex because it felt good and it always feels good. I know that no matter what you do you will always be married to me and I want you to be happy, I want you to experience all the sexual bliss you can ever have. Besides (putting my hand that was in his onto his lap) it excites me to know you love sex that way and that you can be a nasty slut fucking any man that you want knowing you have security with me. 

I have no idea why what he said excited me so, I mean for him to call me a slut or nasty slut as he had normally would have caused me to come out fighting. But right now, it was hot and I loved him for his words. He was telling me that he wanted me to have all the sex I wanted to with anyone I wanted to and it was all right with him. This was way too good to be true. I knew that I had to test it somehow.

They cleared the table as I kept my hand on his hard cock and we drank some more wine. We got up to dance some more and all I could think about was how lucky I was to have a husband like Jack. But was he telling me the truth? Was he that Ok with me having sex with other men? We went back to our booth and I asked him, "How would you feel if I went to the bar, met a man and took him into the bathroom and fucked him or just sucked him off?"

Jack took my hand in his, brought it to his lips kissed it and said, do you want me to stay and watch or do you want me to go home or maybe stay in the car and wait there?"

I reached for his dick and I felt him hard as a rock, I said, "stay here, watch me and when you see me go to the bathroom, go in there and take a piss, you may get an eye full."

I have no idea where this was coming from; I mean I guess I wanted to prove to myself that Jack was lying to me about his not being jealous or something. I went up to the bar and it did not take long before a good-looking man asked I if he could bye me a drink. I did not want to be tipsy for this so I had a virgin margarita. We danced and it did not take me long to get close enough to rub my crotch against his leg and we began kissing.

It took almost twenty maybe thirty minutes before he wanted to take me some place and in his words "fuck the shit out of me!" I told him I would love that, and in fact if he wanted to he could fuck me in my asshole and see if he could do just that. Now the place was pretty crowded still I leaned into his ear and said, take me to the men's room and fuck me there in a stall or something.

He was just drunk enough to think that was a great idea, he took my hand and we walked back to the rear where the restrooms were. We walked past Jack who was having coffee I smiled and using my eyes told him to give me a minute and come watch.

The men's room was big and it was there were three men in there peeing, we walked in and I became scared. I did not expect other men to be in there, I don't know what I expected. I mean I never had been in a men's room before in my life, I thought they are just like the ladies room with two or three stalls and a day couch. This place had a big urinal and four stalls with no doors, and no day couch. 

I did not have time to think, as we went inside the man spun me around and we kissed, he had his hand under my evening dress between my legs. His fingers found my very slick pussy; it was slick from my own juices and of course from the sperm that lingered inside of me. While we kissed he backed me into a stall and spun me around again. Nothing had to be said, we both wanted the same thing. As I leaned forward I reached behind me and pulled up my dress, I had my bare ass facing him and ready for his dick. I felt him push against my asshole and I pushed back. 

"Yea, right in the ass, yea give it to me baby cram it in there, give it to me honey." I heard a man ask another, "What going on is that a queer or is that a bitch?" I yelled out, I am a slut, a whore wanting cock, you can fuck me when he is finished!" I yelled it so loud I swear the dance floor should have heard it. If Jack was going to put up with me fucking men, I was going to make sure he knew what he was getting into. I know I sure as hell didn't.

The man fucking me asked. "Can I come in side of you or do you want me to pull out?" I said rather loudly, are you nuts, don't you dare pull out until you give me your entire load, I want it ll."

I felt him shove as far into me as he could and I came masturbating my clit as he came. He pulled out and as he moved away he said, "That's one hot bitch" I felt some one replace him and he went straight to my pussy, I loved the way it felt going in and out and the sloppy noise it made as he fucked me. He took a rather long time for a man, it had to be two maybe three minutes before he came and I managed my climax to match his by masturbating my clit and cupping his balls. 

He pulled out and another man replaced him. He was not as fat as the other man, but his dick was real long and I felt him hitting against my cervix. I had become to love that feeling with Jason, as his dick would always manage to hit it when we fucked. It sent a feeling of electricity through out my body as he pounded away. I tried to climax with him, but he came before I realized he was ready.

He pulled out and yet another man replaced him. Once he was inside of me he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards into the restroom and turned me around I saw two other men standing there, both with there cocks in their hands, one was a Spanish guy and the other was Jack. The Spanish guy came to me and I opened my mouth to take him. He took hold of the back of my head and pulled me to himself. 

I am glad I know how to relax my throat and he wasn't anywhere as big as Jason or Ray he fucked my mouth as the man behind me drove his dick hard and fast into my cunt. The man in my mouth came and I came at the same time. The man behind me kept fucking as the Spanish man pulled back and I looked at Jack. I opened my mouth to let him know I wanted him to give me his cock. He moved in and I took him all in one movement. I bounced my head up and down his hard shaft taking him from the head of his cock to the base of his root. I felt the man behind me climax and he pulled out, the movement of my bouncing up and down my husbands cock made the back of my dress fall down.

The man left and I expected someone to replace him. I did not know that the only people in the men's room were jack and myself. Jack took longer than he normally does to come, but as he did and pulled back the door opened and a couple other men came in. I stood up and I kissed Jack giving him some of his sperm that I had taken from him and the two men asked if I would stay for a few minutes more. 

I broke my kiss and said, Sorry boys, your too late maybe next week, I'm going home with this wonderful man he offered to pay me $400.00 to go home with him and sit on his face!"

By the time I had said those words we were at the door and I turned to say, "by the way I changed my mind, I'll be here tomorrow night at eleven thirty we'll talk and maybe then you can take me home or out to your car or somehting"

I took Jacks arm and we laughed as we walked down the hall, as we did two men walked past us in a hurry and one said to the other, "I'm not lying, she is in there and she will fuck anybody, lets hurry before she gets too sloppy" I smiled a great big smile this was better than I could have ever dreamed or fantasized about in my nastiest dirtiest dream, and I did that all the time, My god what has happen to me? I fucking love this man by my side and I loved cock, I think I love them all the same.




Acting Job Pt. 2



Jack had already paid our bill and we walked to the car. I asked him, "Well dear are you still Ok with me fucking other men or do you want me to stop?"

He put his arm around me as we walked and said, "Honey as long as you are happy I am fine. You can stop if you want or not, just do not stop because you feel you have to or because I want you to stop. I get you no matter what, so what ever you feel you want to do is fine with me. By the way I plan to hold you to that statement you said in the restroom."

"What statement?" I asked

"The one where you said you were going to my place and you are going to sit on my face." He said

I laughed and put my free hand on his and said, "You dirty old man, you're going to be eating a lot of sperm from me, I plan on wearing you out and I think you are going to be begging me to give you a rest, Tell you what, as long as your dick is soft I plan on using your mouth a lot, I trust you like lots of protein as you are going to get it all the time now.

The END



Acting Job



When Jack and I got home we were at each other again. It was like we were on our honeymoon again. We did not stop for supper until around 9, then we went at it some more. Finally when we stopped for the night as we went to sleep we spoke about the day’s events. I admitted to him that it turned me on. But I did not tell him that I had so many climaxes even if they were small ones. I did not tell him how every time he fucked me I pictured Ben on top of me or behind me or that it was Ben’s cock that I pictured in my mouth as I would suck my husband hard again. I remembered Sara’s words how a loving wife and husband would perform oral sex right after making love. I wondered if Jack could ever do that to me. I know I could do it to him.

In the next few days we had worked to the third act where we were to wake up and give each other oral sex with sex again this time with me on top. When we practiced this the first time we did it in our underwear. The hard part was learning to keep the sheets and covers up over the back of my ass. The bed was turned to face the audience so they could not see anything that the acting would make them think it was really happening. In order to pull this off I had to straddle Ben’s tummy and it was there that my bottom would touch his body; in fact it was the first time that my bottom was actually touching any part of his body. I had to reach down and put on the “sell” as Sara called it, I had to act as if I was mounting Ben’s penis and I had to sell the fact that I was working him, doing the lovemaking.

The big problem with that was being so turned on the way I was when my bottom touched Ben’s hard belly. It simply felt wonderful, and when I began to move I was acutely giving myself pleasure, so there was very little acting on my part. I came many times as I worked my bottom on Ben’s tummy. I knew that he had to know how turned on I was because I was so wet I was sliding against his tummy like we had put down some sort of jelly. When we finished those parts he would quickly grab the sheet and wipe his tummy clean. 

Jack and I were at it every break in my dressing room. Sometimes we would just eat each other and other times he would bend me over the chair and fuck me good. When we finished we would kid around about poor Ben not being able to get off between scenes. Jack joked and said if he was Ben he would be in jacking off or he would go nuts. I pictured Ben in his dressing room, beating off to gain control.

The Thursday before our opening night we had a dress rehearsal. We ran through it perfectly. Ben was a gentleman, never did he touch me in anyway other that professionally. When we finished, Sara threw a little party for everyone and we toasted to our opening night. Jack was happy that everything was on the up and up; he was also vary happy that he benefited every night with the wild lovemaking that we had, and that helped him deal with the play. 

The play was rated adult and no one under 18 was to be allowed in. I was on pins and needles all night and the next day waiting for the opening curtain. We had to give two performances a night for one week, then depending on how it was received we would either continue or close. 

Jack and I arrived early, we did the makeup and Jack went to his seat. The curtain opened and everything went perfect in the first act. When we started the second act, everything went perfect. We both hit our lines and when we got to the part where we were to go to bed, everything was perfect. We kissed and we laid down kissing; we had practiced for weeks of simulating that Ben was fingering me as he kissed and licked at my breast before he moved between my legs under the cover. 

I felt his hand work its way down my tummy just as we rehearsed and he kept kissing me. I was going crazy and I was picturing him in my mind actually fucking me as I moved my hips in a slow motion as I would to fuck him back. When his hand did not stop at my belly as we had rehearsed I became very excited. I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair and move down into my now wide-open wet pussy, I felt his big black fingers slide into my hole and I moaned as he began finger fucking me real fast. 

This time as I yelled out “Faster, harder, more, stick them in deeper!” I was not acting. I wanted his fingers fucking me. This time when I said the words, “I need you, honey, give me that big black dick, fuck me, baby, come on, fuck me,” I meant it. 

Every time I had said those words before I did mean them even though I knew it would not happen. But this time when I felt Ben move between my legs, I felt him with his hand aim his hard cock against my hole and I felt him slide inside of me! I moaned as I said the words that I had said for the last few weeks, “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, that feels so good. How I missed this so much, I missed you cock fucking me like that, Oh, Ohhh Ohhhh, baby, that feels so good.” 

This time when Ben said, “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, baby. You love the feeling of my fat cock up inside of you. You’re my bitch, you’re my whore, tell me how much you want me to fuck you, tell me.” 

He had said those same words over and over every time we rehearsed this part, only this time I knew he wanted to hear my response. I knew that I wanted to say them this time because I actually meant them just as I had the last two weeks we rehearsed it. I looked up at his face and I could see the pleasure on it.

I said “Oh My God,, Baby please fuck me harder, faster, I need that cock, give it to me, fuck me, fuck me.” I felt him going faster just as we rehearsed, it hit me, maybe if he goes too fast he will come and it will be over, we rehearsed it that he would act as if he was making love to me for a total of 20 minutes. I know Jack can maybe last two, maybe three minutes before it is all over. Ben kept a nice fast steady pace. I kept climbing higher and higher with pleasure, I was feeling him so far up inside of me and at the same time, I was receiving a feeling that I had never felt in my life. I began to climax and it was like it had no end in sight. 

I was yelling at Ben and I was fucking back at him hard, as hard as I knew how. The bed was almost bouncing on stage just a little more than we had tried to do every rehearsal. Sara was always trying to get us to bounce so hard that the bed would move, well, tonight it was moving all right. The signal that the 20 minutes was up was one of the lights above us would flicker, and as it began to flicker I felt a warm rush of sperm filling me deeper than I had ever felt a man before. 

I was still climbing to the most wonderful climax that I had ever felt. I felt Ben’s cock pulsing inside of me and I shuddered screaming “YES, YES, ALL OF IT, YESS, ALL I WANT IT ALL.” 

Oh, it was the same words that I rehearsed, only this time I ground my cunt hard against Ben wanting every drop of his sperm inside of me. He shuddered to a stop and he laid on top of me slowly sliding himself in and out as I came down from the best climax that I had ever felt.

I heard him say the words that I had heard so many times before: “Want to lick me clean, honey?” 

I said as I had said so many times before, “I’ll do you first, and you do me.”

He rolled off of me and I got under the sheet and I went straight to his wet dick, I opened my mouth and it watered, as I had wanted to do this so bad all week. I took him in my mouth and opened my throat to take all of him. I slid down his shaft and back up to get some air. I had never in my life ever had a dick that big in my mouth or throat. I loved the way it stretched me as I went back down again. Ben moaned as he was supposed to but I knew that his moans were real this time. After awhile he acted as if he came and I reluctantly pulled off of him. 

I turned around and got up kissed him with my wet kiss, I said “my turn” and he went down under the covers. I thought that this was the nastiest thing ever. I am very good at clinching my inner muscles, they are called “kagel muscles.” I held in his sperm so it wouldn’t get on the sheets and be obvious as well as nasty. (For years and years I have been able to control myself holding sperm inside of myself until I was sitting on the pot so I could release it in a place that would not embarrass me. What surprised me about all this was the fact I got a little thrill out of it all.) 

To be honest, I did not expect him to put his mouth on my open wet draining pussy, when I felt his mouth cover my hole and his tongue begin to work my hole I grabbed his head and went crazy. I forgot my lines, I was lost in the nasty pleasure, I moaned, I yelled, I ground my cunt against his face and I came two more times before Ben stopped and came back up from under the covers. In all of that I never released any of his sperm that he deposited inside of me. I got in my position so he could spoon me and I felt him hard again as he moved in position, I felt his hand on my ass and his finger move between my cheeks. I felt his finger at my asshole and he slipped it inside, as we laid there saying our lines he worked his finger in and out of my asshole. I had never felt anything like that and I loved the way it felt. I had a hard time remembering my lines as he did that. 

I felt his cock between the cheeks of my ass and as we were to fall asleep and the curtain was to close I heard him whisper in my ear, “By Sunday night, my dick is going into that ass of yours.”

I did not say anything I just moved my hips back and forth against his finger fucking me. The curtain closed and the audience applauded long and loud. We had a few-minute break before Act 3. The stagehands brought us our robes and we both got out of the bed and I almost ran to my dressing room. I was excited and ashamed at the same time. I did not plan to do it. Yes, I had wanted to but I didn’t want to, either. I mean, it was one thing to daydream about it or masturbate and fantasize about it but to actually do it and betray my husband who was in the front row watching was another thing. 

I heard a knock on the door. It opened and Jack came in. I watched him lock the door and I panicked. I knew that if he wanted to fuck me he would know that I had allowed Ben to get inside of me, I just knew it. I knew that the best thing I could do was give my husband a quick blowjob. I knelt down, unzipped his pants and took him in my mouth. 

I began to work him fast, then he pulled back, and said, “Stand up, bend over, I want to fuck you.” 

I stood, bent over the chair, Jack lifted my robe and being naked under it he had easy access to me. I clinched myself real tight so I would not allow any of Jason’s sperm to come out of me. I felt Jack inside and he pumped me hard and fast. He gave me a groan, and deposited his sperm in with Jason’s as far inside of me that he could reach. He pulled out and I clinched myself tight again, a little sperm came out when he pulled out of me, but not very much; I am very good control with my kagels. One thing that I do like to do is clean my husband’s dick up with my mouth. I quickly turned, knelt down and took his wet, sperm-covered cock into my mouth and slowly cleaned him off.

I finished and as I stood up he said, “My God, Linda, you are a great actor. If I had not been at the rehearsals, I would actually think that you two did it up there. Did you hear the audience? They loved it! Man, I had a boner so hard that it hurt. I can’t wait till tonight.” 

We kissed and I told him to get back to his seat, that Act 3 was going to be just as hot.

I was out of time and had to get back, so I did not have any opportunity to get rid of the sperm deposited inside of me by Jason and now my husband. I walked back onto the stage, I saw that Ben was already in the bed. I took off my robe and got under the covers with him. As we laid there waiting for the curtain to rise up, it hit me for the first time, we ended the second act with sex and here we were opening the third act with it again. Funny how I never thought about it before in all the rehearsals where we just acted at the sex. Somehow I knew that we were not going to be acting anymore after tonight, I knew that I wanted to do it again with Ben, but knowing men I knew that I would have to wait awhile and if I was lucky maybe by the time we did the second show maybe he could do it again. 

Ben was on his back and I was to be turned on to my side facing him, just as the curtain went up Ben found my hand under the covers and placed it on himself. When my fingers touched him, he said, “I don’t know about you, but I am ready for some more.” He wasn’t kidding; his dick was as hard as a rock 

The curtain went up. The bright stage light was shining in the window indicating it was morning and we stirred. I was to be the one to move first, I was to wake up and slide under the covers and simulate waking my husband with oral sex. Ben was to slowly wake up and once he was awake, I was to get on top and pretend to fuck him. Once my fingers grabbed hold of it, I never let go of his cock. God, he was thick! The closer I got to him with my face, I could smell the leftover sex, I guess still in his pubic hairs. The aroma itself excited me as I opened my mouth and took in his hard cock. I ran my hand up and down his shaft as I worked the head. Ben began to stir as if he was waking up and soon his hands were on top of the covers on top of my head that was going up and down on his cock. 

He said his line: “Oh baby, what an alarm clock you have. You keep that up and we may not get out of bed today.” 

That was my cue to come up out from under the covers and to straddle him. Every rehearsal I moved up and straddled his tummy, but this time as I moved up, holding the sheet and covers to the back of my ass so the audience could not see, I moved up right over his dick. In the rehearsal I had always pretended to reach down and guide him into myself. Today, I reached down and found his hard cock, I aimed it and slowly squatted down, taking him inside of myself. 

I could feel myself expanding as I slid down on his cock. Once I had as much of him as I could get inside of me I began to move my ass up and down as we had rehearsed so many times. Ben’s job was to hold the sheets and covers up over my thighs as I bounced up and down, by doing that it kept the back covers and sheet tight against my ass. That way no one could tell or see anything. That way everyone would believe that we were acting out the part and really not having sex. I was beside myself as I moved up and down Ben’s shaft. I had a hard time remembering my lines, I was bouncing up and down and I felt hands on my breasts. I loved the way Ben was caressing my nipples, adding to my pleasure. I began to really move as I felt a climax coming on me and Ben was bucking back at my thrusts. 

The script called for us to talk dirty to each other and we had practiced it but at that moment when I spoke to Ben it was not acting. “God, I love that black cock of yours, fuck me, baby, give me that hard cock all the way up inside of me.” The closer I got to my climax, the faster I moved and the dirtier my mouth got. “Fuck me, you bastard, feed me, give it to me, more, more ...” I was riding his shaft up and down and it seemed as the more I came down the farther he would go inside of me. I felt him as his cock exploded inside of me and I felt his cock pulsing as he throbbed and gave me more of his semen. When I felt him climaxing my own climax hit, it hit hard and I lost it. “YES, YES ALL OF IT, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, EVERY DROP, OH GODD, OH MY GODDDDDDDD.” I came and I just sat there on top of him trying to get every inch of his cock inside of me as he pulsed and throbbed out his sperm. I just sat there on his pole, collecting more of his sperm as well as my thoughts, and tried to remember where we were in the play. Did Ben have the next line or did I?

Ben spoke and said, “I think someone is going to miss Junior, isn’t she?” 

He got us back on to our lines. It was then that I realized that I felt cool air along my upper thighs and glancing down I was that my legs were not covered on the sides, I looked over to the side of the stage to my right and Sara and others were standing there watching us, I glanced over to the other wing and other stagehands were all standing watching. My mind was racing as I realized that if the covers were not on my thighs as I rode Ben’s cock, everyone up on the stage off in the wings had seen that I had Ben’s cock inside of me as I bounced up and down on him. I panicked, wondering if anyone would tell my husband.

I was upset with myself for doing it and losing control. I was upset that I had allowed Ben to put himself in me during Act 2. I was ashamed that everyone on the stage knew that I had actually let Ben fuck me right in front of my husband. I slid up and off of his shaft clinching my kagels again to not allow any sperm to escape out of me if I could. I did not want any evidence on the sheets whatsoever. I laid back down just as I had week after week and we kissed and said our lines. 

The rest of the act was doing our talking and when the curtain came down on Act 3 I did not want to walk off stage. I did not want to face anyone because I knew that they all knew what I was doing. I walked to my dressing room and when I did I had to walk past Sara, she followed me in the door and as it closed she said, “Linda, next time you make sure Ben is covering you both. I do not want to see that again. What would Jack say if he found out? I told the crew that if anyone said anything that they would be fired. You placed us all in a bad position, if one of those critics would have seen that, it would have killed our play and called it a cheap sex show. Keep your mind on your work and just act out the sex scenes. I have to go speak with Jason (Ben).”

I had to hurry and change. I did not have any time to waste to go get on the pot and get rid of the sperm, I didn’t even have time to pee. I had to get ready for the last act. I had just finished getting out of my clothes and I wanted to run to the potty, sit down to let out all of the sperm that I now had inside of me (I had three loads of it.). 

The door opened and Jack came in, He came up to me all excited and said, “God, you won’t believe it, everyone out there thought that it was all real. Man, you and Jason really had it down; everyone is talking out there. The story is great and the play is hot. I’ll be back to take you to dinner after the show. We have two hours, right?” 

I was just finishing dressing and I said, “No, we have to be back here for the 9 o’clock show, and Sara wants us all back no later than 8:30, so if we go to dinner it has to be quick.” 

I kissed him on the cheek as I almost ran back out to the stage. I got there just as Ben, (I mean Jason) arrived back, we walked onto the stage to our positions as he said, “Sara was pissed, she wants us to do it as we rehearsed.” 

I said, “Yeah, I know, she said something to me also.”

Act 4 was the part where I had a hard time letting Ben leave to go back to the base. In the last part of the scene was one last small sex act that we had rehearsed the last few weeks. I was to try and do anything to get my husband to stay home with me and not leave. Ben on the other hand had a strong sense of duty so he felt he had to leave. As you can see, it offered an excellent base for a play. When I realized that my pleading and reasoning would not work, it was then that I turned to sex. My scene in this was sitting in an overstuffed chair facing away from the audience facing Ben on the couch. I was to lift my right leg up onto the arm of the chair, I was wearing a floor-length skirt which I slowly pulled up as I began to tell my husband in very naughty talk just how much I was going to miss him.

As I faced Ben I said, “Oh honey, you know you’re going to miss this, you know I need you so much. I won’t be able to go to sleep thinking about you and your big dick, you know how hot I get, with you gone I’ll have to play with myself, you know how much I love having you fuck me, darling.” 




Acting Job



By then I was to act as if I had my hand between my legs and I was to act as if I was masturbating. Because of the position of the chair and with it being a deep cushion, the only one that was able to see me was Ben. Every rehearsal I would pull up the skirt and rest my hand on my inner thigh as I moved my arm around making it look like I was masturbating. 

Tonight I was excited by everything that we had done. I was excited because Sara had seen us and said what she had. I knew that it was so wrong to do it, it was wrong because I was married, it was wrong because Sara told me not to do it, it was wrong because I wanted to show my co-star everything. I kept talking as I reached down with my left hand pulling the panty crotch to the side exposing my very wet and excited pussy. With my right hand I brought my fingers down and began working my clit and then worked them into my hot hole. Between the dirty talk and the actual touching there was no acting, just pure nasty lust.

“Watch me, see what you will be making me do every night you are gone. Hmmm, you know how much you like touching this, you know what I need, I can see your dick getting hard, darling, you like watching me do this, don’t you, dear? Wouldn’t you rather be here at night fucking this hot hole of yours instead of jerking off wishing you were here. If you’re not here to take care of this cunt of mine, what should I do? I need a man to fuck me, if you’re gone overseas you can’t fuck me like I need, what should I do? Should I got out and pick up a man to take care of business? I know you’re going to be getting some pussy every chance you get. I know you soldier boys. Ohhhh baby, look how wet it is, watch how easy they all slide inside, see that? Hmmmm one, two three, watch, watch there see, four look how wet it is Ohhhhhh Fuck it feels good, the only thing that would make this better would be for someone to get on their knees and eat it. Know anyone that would like to lick and eat this hot pussy, Benny?”

This was the time that Ben was suppose to get up off the couch and get between my legs, he was suppose to act as if he was eating me and I was to act like it made me crazy causing me to scream and shudder with pleasure. Ben came over, I pulled my right hand away leaving my left still holding the panty crotch to the side. I felt Ben’s fingers replace mine holding the panty crotch, and I felt his lips and tongue begin to work on me. 

I clinched my kagels and I put my hands on his head as we rehearsed and began to go wild as he ate me. “Oh yea, eat me you bastard, ohhhh baby, yea, deep stick it in deep, Oh fuck, Oh fuck Oh you fucking man, eat that pussy, I need your cock, I need your dick in me.” 

I loved the fact that he was actually doing it, I began turning my head from side to side and as I did I looked to the wings to see who was there watching. I saw everyone, I saw Sara and every one was straining to try and see if we were acting or not, the chair hid it all. I came three times as Ben worked my pussy. 

Now in this act the next part was different, this time. At this point Ben was to stop eating me, and while kneeling unzip his trousers and pull my hips forward as the lights faded to black making the stage pitch black. 

Sara wanted to do two thing by doing that, first off, we could not work out a way in that position to act like we were making love without showing everyone that we really were not doing it. Also by making it pitch black it sort of was like a big tease. The lights were to be out for a full 10 minutes while Ben and I were to grunt and make lovemaking sounds. Making the chair bounce and of course give out many sounds of climaxes. That is what was supposed to happen, what really happened was …

As the lights went out I felt Ben pulling me forward bringing my ass right to the edge, I heard a rip and I knew he had ripped the crotch out of the panties. I felt him close and I reached down reaching for his huge hard cock to guide him into me. Ben rammed in and out of me like a mad man. I did my lines all right, I was moaning and groaning and screaming out one climax, working to another. I felt Ben cram himself into me and I recognized that wonderful feeling of his cock pulsing as he once more emptied his ball sack into me one last time. He groaned out loud and I screamed out as we clung together as I ground my pussy hard against him as he filled me more giving me more sperm to hold inside until it was safe to get rid of it. He pulled back and I had to get out of the chair and we were to be standing as the lights came on. 

The signal to raise the lights back up was Ben’s line, “Honey, I have to get going, I’ll miss my bus.” 

When we were in position Ben said his line and the lights slowly came up. We kissed and I cried and began begging him to stay. Ben calmed me down and we said our closing lines and after a long goodbye kiss at the door he walked out and I turned leaning my back against the door.

The curtain closed and the play was over. I expected applause right away but it did not come. I thought that we may have gone to far, but I guess the audience did not realize that the play was over, then all of a sudden the crowd roared in applause and whistles. We had planned to move to center stage and Ben and I held hands as the curtain opened and we stood there, accepting the applause. I looked at my husband and he had the biggest smile on his face and his hands going a mile a minute with his applause. I smiled and bowed again. We walked off stage and everyone was hugging me.

Sara came over to me and said, “That was wonderful, they loved it. Grab a bite to eat and be back by 8:30.” 

Jack finally made it to me and hugged me, he grabbed Ben’s hand and said “Terrific, you two were perfect, great job.” 

I stood there being hugged as Ben’s sperm was beginning to ooze out of me and I could feel it on the inside of my thigh.

Jack put his arm around me as we walked to the dressing room. 

I said, “I guess you want a little before we go eat. I bet you’re all turned on, aren’t you, honey?” 

Jack said, “Oh yeah, but I think I want to wait till tonight. I don’t want to make it a quickie, I want to take my time with you tonight to make it perfect.” 

I was relieved because I was so sopping wet between my legs only an idiot would not realize that it was another man’s sperm coming out of me and Jack is no idiot. Because Jack was with me in the dressing room I could not take off the skirt because he would then see my torn panties and most likely see the crusted sperm on my inner thighs. I took off the blouse and put on a sweater, we walked out down the street to a café. Once inside I used the ladies room and I was finally able to release all the sperm inside of me I stood and looked at the amount of sperm and was shocked with what I saw. How could one man give so much sperm? Then I remembered Jack had added a little to it all. I wiped myself and went back out to eat supper with my husband.

When we got back Sara caught us as we walked in, she was very excited and said, “Come with me to Jason’s dressing room, we need to talk.” 

Jack had already told me he was going home and would be back at 11 to pick me up and take me home. We kissed goodbye and I went with Sara to Jason’s dressing room, when she closed the door she said, “Every one is raving about the play, I spoke with five different critics and they all agree that this is a very, very good play, one of the most erotic in years. They also all agree that we need something in the first act to make it more life like, more real, everyone agrees that a normal couple that loves each other and who has been apart for so long would not wait all day to have sex. If you think about it, once Ben walks in the door they would jump each other’s bones. We put it off until later when in real life that would be one of the first things done by a young, active couple when the husband gets home like that. 

“So I was thinking, let’s do another chair scene in the first act. This time we’ll have Ben in the chair and Linda pretending to give him head, and then you let Ben know how you can’t wait, that you want him right away. You stand, undo the snap, then unzip your shorts, slide them down your hips with your panties in your thumbs and we’ll do the light thing like we do in Act 4 just as you begin to show your pubic hair. We’ll bring the lights down and then we’ll bring them back up when Linda begins talking about how great it is to have you home. Lets have you both on the couch when we bring the lights back up. Can you do it or should we just try and fix it tomorrow instead?” 

I looked at her and said, “Oh, we can do it, what do you think, Jason?”

He smiled at me and said, “Hey, I’m game. I know I can do it, but since we haven’t any lines locked in it may take a few days to get them all down for a couple of shows, you know, memorized.” 

Sara said, “I think if you just use the same lines as Act 4 you’ll do fine.” 

I left and went to my dressing room where I was finally able to get out of my skirt and wipe off the crusted sperm on my legs and in my pubic hair. I put on the shorts and top for Act 1 and I was ready. As I stood in the wing looking at the set, I wondered if Ben was going to do it again, could he really do it four more times? I know one thing for sure I was not going to act at sucking his cock, I was going to suck it. I knew that I wanted him to fuck me again so bad that I could hardly wait for the show to start. 

I was in the kitchen when the door opened. I saw Ben and ran up to him, I kissed him and we gave an Academy Award kiss. I broke the kiss and said, “Oh baby, you’re home. Oh honey, I missed you so much, come on, come on in here.” Still kissing him I walked backwards to the sofa and chair, we went back to kissing as Ben turned me around and positioned himself in front of the overstuffed chair. He had his hands on my ass and I held him. I was hot as hell because I knew that I was going to kneel down between his legs on stage and in front of the whole world yet not seen by anyone, I was going to suck Jason’s, I mean Ben’s big cock. 

I moaned and moaned as he squeezed my ass and we kissed. I brought my right hand around in front of him and grabbed hold of his hard cock. I broke the kiss and said, “Sit down baby, I have been dreaming of giving you a blowjob for weeks. Oh baby, let me get you ready, I need you so fucking bad, you have no idea how hard it has been for me.” I knelt down in front of him and undid his uniform trousers and as I unzipped him I dropped his pants to the floor and said, “Sit down in the chair, I want to get at that pole of yours.” 

Ben sat down and as I bent forward bringing my mouth to his lap, I reached in his shorts and pulled out his big black cock. I gripped it and began to suck it as if it was the most perfect lollypop in the world. I ran my hand up and down his shaft. And Ben moaned nice and loud, he said, “Oh honey, your mouth is so fucking hot, I missed you so much, yea, that’s it baby, right there, yea, oh honey that feels good, real good, yea, that’s it, that it all, yea, more, down your throat, Ohhhhhhh Man that feels wonderful, you’re the best cock sucker in the whole fucking world.” 

I was so fucking hot doing this, I knew that everyone in the wings could only see my head bobbing up and down in Ben’s lap. Because of the high sides of the chair no one could actually see my mouth wrapped around his lovely black shaft. No one could see my throat swell up as I took his cock all the way inside of my mouth. My cunt was pounding with desire as I did this. 

I stopped sucking his cock and stood up, saying, “I can’t wait, I need it now.” 

Ben said, “Right here? Let’s go to the bedroom.” 

I said, “No, right here, right now, I am not waiting another fucking minute for that cock of yours.” 

I stood in front of him and undid the snap in my shorts, I unzipped them and hooking my two thumbs in the waistband of my panties and my shorts, I said “watch me, baby, watch me as I show you the hottest pussy in New York.” I slowly slid my pants down and as I did the light went down and it was pitch black. 

I felt Ben stand and he grabbed me, He kissed me as he put his fingers inside of me. I moaned real loud because it felt so good standing there in the dark in the middle of the stage being fingered in front of 835 people who had paid to watch a play about a man on a three-day pass coming home to get his affairs in order before he went overseas to fight a war that a lot of people felt was not needed. Ben was finger-fucking me like crazy as I jerked his cock up and down. I felt him pulling me to the floor and we both laid down side by side. Ben kept finger-fucking me and I just moaned and talked filthy to him as any wife would that was in need of her hung husband.

I began to beg for it. “Oh, Ben, please, stop with the fingers and give me that cock, honey, I have laid in bed at night dreaming of it inside of me every night that we apart.” 

You know, I was not lying, I had laid in bed at night before, during and after I had sex with Jack thinking what it would feel like to have Jason really fuck me. I would lay there while Jack slept, and masturbate as I would fantasize about his big fat black cock ramming in and out of me. 

We rolled me onto my back on the stage rug, and I opened my legs to receive my stage husband, I felt his cock against me and the feeling he gave me as his cock began to enter me was mind-boggling. The way I stretched to receive him felt wonderful. He was bending over me kissing me as he entered. He grunted, I moaned, I grunted and he moaned. We made very loud very strong lovemaking sounds as he fucked me. I could feel the pleasure however I also felt the rug, I said, “Stop, stop, Ben stop.” 

Ben kept fucking me until the third “stop” he said, “What’s wrong baby?” 

I said “The rug, I’m getting a rug burn on my ass!”

When I said that, the whole place broke out in laughter. 

I said, “The couch, put me on the couch.” 

Since we were right in front of the couch it was easy for us to change positions. What made it even better was the noise that the couch made as Ben began fucking me again and when he picked up speed I swear you could have heard a pin drop. I have no idea just how long it was that Ben had been fucking me, I have no idea that sex could ever feel so wonderful, so great, and so fucking nasty. I had been climaxing for some time which I was beginning to believe would never end when Ben said between grunts “Hummmp I’mmm Commingggg, Take it, take it all, Mmmmmmph.”

I felt Ben’s cock exploding inside of me and I groaned and moaned and could hardly breathe, all at the same time. My body rocked with pleasure, pleasure as I had never felt it before. The whole place was dead quiet. I felt Ben move to pull back and out of me, I said “NO, not yet, stay inside of me a little longer, hold me baby.” I swear it is just like a man, he gets off and he’s ready to stop. I moaned and said, “Yea, baby, that’s it nice and slow, yea, make momma feel real nice.” 

I did not want it to end, but I heard Ben whisper in my ear. “The play, we need to get back to the play.”

I said, “Oh baby, this couch is hurting my back, get up off of me,.” you could hear couch groan as Ben got up off of me and you could hear him fumbling around for his pants. Luckily for me my shorts and panties were wrapped around my left foot. I stood up and quickly put my pants back on in the dark and I felt Ben next to me again, we sat down and he began to kiss me. He laid me back and then we shifted so he was on his back and I was on top of him. 

I said, “God, Ben, (getting back to the lines that we had rehearsed so many, many times.) I feel so lucky to have you home, why didn’t you call me, I would have come down and picked you up.” The lights very slowly came up and we got right back on track. 

We finished Act 1, with all the sperm inside of me as well as my own juices (I get extremely wet just thinking of sex, let alone doing it). I swear to you that my shorts were soaking wet in the crotch (at least they felt that way). I only had a few minutes between act 1 and 2 to change so I had Mary who was assigned to help me. 

Ben said as the curtain closed, “Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” 

I turned and said, “Oh, yeah,” then quickly walked to my dressing room. 

I quickly got out of my shorts and sopping wet panties. While I was stepping into my dress, I noticed Mary give my shorts and panties (they were sort of stuck inside at the crotch) a very long sniff, (she was smelling the sex in the crotch). I said, “I need some help, Mary.” 

She dropped the shorts and zipped up the back of my dress, then she asked, “Would you like me to get you another pair of panties, these are soaked?” (She had pulled the panties free from the shorts.) 

I realized that I had put the dress on, and I forgot all about panties. I looked up at her holding the wet panties and said, “Maybe I should forget them for now.” 

I looked for something from her face but there was nothing, no shock, no disgust, nothing at all. Then I remembered I had to take off my dress and get ready for bed, so I had to wear some. I said, “I’m kidding, Mary, please get me another pair.”

I was ready so I returned back to the stage, we sailed right along and finely beginning the bedroom scene again. When we got under the covers Ben attacked me and when his fingers touched me I wonder if he was surprised that I was so slick and wet. When we did the oral stuff I knew that I had not cleaned myself up since Jason had fucked me and my bottom had to have an aroma of sex as well as crusted sperm in the pubic hairs. I could smell the aroma of sex from between my legs. When I took Ben’s, I mean Jason’s cock in my mouth he had not cleaned himself either, the aroma coming from between his legs and groin made my head light, the crusted love juice still on his dick made my head swoon. I relished the flavor and the way he attacked my pussy. I am sure that the sheets that covered us must have looked very funny the way my head was bouncing up and down Ben’s shaft. And the way I was moving my hips grinding my open wet dripping cunt against his mouth and face. 

I came and I let the world know it, (I was suppose to act out a climax anyway). I got off of Jason, I mean Ben, (fuck, that is confusing as hell) and I laid down on my back as he moved in between my legs. I lifted my knees and I moaned as he got between my legs and put his cock into my hole. I relished every moment of it as his big black cock slid inside opening me up, filling me to capacity. As he thrust into me, I shoved back as hard as I could, I don’t know what came over me, I mean it was if my whole life depended on getting pleasure from his cock. I fucked back just as hard and as fast as I possibly could, he was like an animal fucking me hard and fast. I let out my moans but there was no acting going on, only pure pleasure. 

Our lines were a thing of the past, they were thrown out the window, all I could think about was his cock, his great big lovely black cock fucking my hot hole, and I loved it. I forgot all about the microphones, I forgot all about my part, and of course like I said, I forgot all about my lines. I moaned, I became wrapped up in the sex and it was some time before I realized that I could hear us over the speaker system (some time after my third climax.) I was right in the middle of saying, “I love it, I love it, I love it.” When I heard myself over the speakers. I then tried to remember some of my lines to see if I could gain some control over my mind and body.

I closed my eyes to try and block out the pleasure, I felt I was in control and opened my eyes to look into Ben’s face and eyes. I said, “Oh Ben darling I’m going to miss this most of all, I love you so much baby, stay here with me, you know you’re going to miss this, stay here with me.” 




Acting Lesson



Eunice was conducting a two-week clinic at the acting academy to give the class an idea of what is required to be part of a soap opera cast. She explained what her role as casting director meant to the production and what was expected of the cast in terms of their time commitment and what writers can and have done to characters for the convenience of the storyline. She openly admitted she was scouting the acting schools for new talent

Of particular interest to me was the actors' relationship to the script. Eunice explained that some characters get attached to their character when the writers change their initial character to something completely different in the interest of a sensational storyline. 

As I was the oldest in the class at age 48, I was given the roles of all the mature aged characters, but because there was more than one character that suited only me, I was asked to play other roles in some scenes to fill out the numbers. 

In one scene, I was cast opposite the youngest girl in the class, Evie, as her young live-in boy friend and our scene was one where our characters, Callie and George, were making up after an argument we were having about use of each others bathroom supplies. The scene was to end in a make-up kiss. 

After she delivered her final line I moved and shaped up for a kiss and Evie puckered and gave me what must have been the shortest kiss in screen acting history and pulled away quickly. 

Eunice said, 'What was that? Evie, you're making up after a fight. You feel very close after resolving an awkward difference. That kiss was so quick, I missed it.' 

Evie was embarrassed.

Her uncertainty remained, but her embarrassment reduced when Eunice called 'Next scene.'

I was involved in the next scene and was unable to console Evie, but I knew she was ambitious to join the cast of the production Eunice was involved in.

I caught up to her outside when she was walking to her car, anxious to be alone and to recover from her disastrous scene earlier. The last person she wanted to talk to was me. 

After that session, I made a point of speaking to Evie. I leant against her car door preventing her from opening it and asked her, I asked what she would like to do to get approval from Eunice enough to consider her for a part in the TV serial.

'Evie, we're stuck with this scene for next week. We will have to deliver on it twice in succession. Eunice has a strong image of the one we just did and something will have to be different. Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me? My shout. We'll see what we can do to make her forget tonight's scene.'

She was very embarrassed, but she was a little relieved that someone understood her predicament. 

We sat and had coffee in a nearby café. When I brought the coffee to her, I sat and asked her about herself.

'What are your aspirations regarding this course, Evie?'

'I really want to get on the cast. I want to be an actor. After tonight, I don't know if I have what it takes,' she said with her disillusionment clearly showing on her face.

'What you're doing is not hard. You're just making it hard. Make it easy. Get familiar with your character. Talk about it or just give up and stop stressing yourself unnecessarily. Confidence will make all the difference.'

'How do I get familiar with my character, Harry?' she asked with genuine concern. 

'When actors have something difficult to do, they mostly practice it away from the set and become comfortable with their role whether it's shooting someone, yelling or kissing. The best advise I've heard was to over-learn the role, then you can pull back on camera,' I explained. 

I was making it up, but it made some kind of sense to me. 

'Do I have to kiss you?' she asked with some alarm in her voice. 

'Not at all. You don't have to do anything. Eunice expects Callie to kiss George. It's in your best interest to show Eunice what your idea of what real love looks like. Don't forget they have been living together so they've been fucking regularly. So you aren't kissing an old geezer like me. Callie will be kissing a 24 year old spunk, and it makes her feel good. An experienced actor takes this in her stride. You can do it easy. The best idea is to make Callie look pleased and make all the boys wish they were George,' I said genuinely trying to inspire her to her best effort. 

'So what do I do?' 

'You kiss me. You do some good old fashion practise. You choose. I'll kiss you or you kiss me. Your move.'

'I better kiss you first I think,' she said tentatively. 

I was in heaven. I took over and instructed her. 

I said, 'Stand up, lean over the table kiss me full on the mouth for at least 4 seconds. Then sit down and look in my eyes. Make me think you love me.'

'You mean in here? Now?' There was alarm in her voice.

'Why wouldn't you? You're going to have to do it in front of the cast and crew. You might as well get accustomed to doing all this stuff in public if you want to earn buckets of money for playing pretend.'

'You're enjoying this aren't you Harry.'

'I don't know yet, but I think George probably is,' I replied professionally. 'Come on Evie,' I said waiting.

She stood and leant over the table, leant forward and gave me a dry firm kiss in my closed mouth, then resumed her seat. 

'Like that?' she asked. 

'Close. But I'm a bit surprised at you Evie. If you were trying to convince your boyfriend that you were pleased with him and wanting to demonstrate your closeness, you might wet your lips and kiss a bit more softly. Maybe use your hands playing with his hair, or touching his face.'

She was visibly upset, feeling the sting of criticism. 

'I did exactly as you asked me. You're just using me up for some sort of gratification,' she hissed at me.

'Don't get your nickers all twisted up Evie. I was talking about Callie and George, Not you or me. I was thinking you might like to get Eunice to consider your prospects,' I said smugly. 'You are going to need to develop a thicker skin and not flounce around in hissy fits whenever someone stops worshiping you for a minute or 2. The screen and TV environment spits out prima donnas on a daily basis. If you want to realise your considerable talent, you will have to get over yourself instead of up yourself. Do you want to do this or not?'

'I guess so. . . Yes. You're right,' she said with growing resolve. 'Let's do whatever it takes.'

'Good. Now we're pulling together. I say let's go a bit overboard. Spread your comfort zone and make this whole thing look easy. You're going to knock Eunice and the rest of the cast over.'

She closed her eyes and nodded resolutely. 

I said, 'You're luckier than the rest of the aspirants Evie. Eunice expects nothing of you, she's obliged to watch you again and you've got time to get it right. Two things, One, keep the end in sight; and Two, forget about your self and let Callie take this on. Add something of your own to her, sassiness vulnerability, or bitchyness; anything you choose, and give it whatever you have. What are you going to do about that?'

I had given her food for thought. She became pensive for a few moments. 

Then she said with some resolution in her voice, 'You'll have to wait and see, and thanks Harry. I want to make this challenge the most fun it can be.'

'I'm glad to hear it. Want to have another go at that kiss now Evie?' I asked expectantly.

'Do you think it's wise to kiss in this café? In public?'

'I can't think of a better idea than to get close to the public situation of doing it for Eunice and the class. Now show me how you would like to do it,' I said with encouraging authority. 

I sat and looked at her expectantly, with a half smile on my face. 

She followed my last suggestions and kissed me softly with wet lips and lightly pulled on my earlobe. We slowly pulled apart and continued looking at one another. 

She said, 'Harry, I'm trying to get into this and gradually feeling a little uncomfortable. I guess it's because you're a virtual stranger.'

'I know what you mean. I can see 3 options here, Evie. You can keep practising until you feel you have acquired the skill, or we can get on more intimate terms so it feels more natural to you,' I said. 

'You said 3 options. That's only 2. What's the third?' she asked, hoping it might demand less of her time or invasion of her emotional space. 

'We do both'. Imagine acting this scene out with Chain. Do you think that would that present any problems?'

'Of course not. We've been sCallieping together for 6 months. It would be the most natural thing in the world,' she said with assurance. 

'Well then, that seems like the beginning of the best idea you've had so far. Of course it won't be between you and Chain. It won't be you and me. It will be Callie and George.'

'I suppose you want to fuck me now Harry' she said tartly. 

'Not particularly, but I was thinking Callie might like to get more intimate with George so that a kiss is no big deal, particularly where this scene opens a door to a lucrative acting career.'

'Chain would not like it one bit,' she said as though fishing for doubts and finding one.

'This is all to do with your commitment to your acting. This has nothing to do with him. You can spread your comfort zone so that this becomes easy. I believe if you don't give this everything, you aren't going to find out how good you can be. If you're not interested, just tell me,' I said. 

Evie thought about that and I let her process this through 2 minutes solitude while I visited the men's room for a piss. If I have any logic, or influence over her, she will end up agreeing with me. 

When I returned to the table, she said, 'What now?'

I said, 'If you're serious to do whatever it takes to boost your career, come with me.'

I held my hand out. She took it and we walked back to where she had parked her car in the car park behind the academy. There were three other cars still there. 

Standing in front of her SUV, I turned to her and said and said, 'First exercise, a range of kisses. Easy to start with, then we warm it up a bit. Are you good with that?'

She nodded her head and looked very vulnerable and I felt as if anything was possible with her. I thought we had a tacit agreement, there would be no more talking and there would be only body language.

At that moment, the caretaker of the academy walked towards us and I asked him if we could use the keys to the building to practise a few scenes and I would take the key back to him later that evening. We knew each other well and he had no hesitation in passing me the key.

We walked to the academy entrance, opened the door and entered. With the key in my pocket, Evie waited for the next stage of whatever it was we were doing.

We moved to the centre of the room where we had been rehearsing previously.

With my eyes closed, I pointed to my cheek. Two seconds later I felt her kiss my cheek softly. She was smiling and I touched her cheek, lightly running my thumb and fingers down her eyebrows and over her eyelids. She closed her eyes. I licked my lips and kissed her cheek with a wet mouth for 5 seconds. My fingers ran down her cheeks to prompt her to open her eyes and she smiled. 

The game changed. Turning her around with my hands on her waist, her hair was moved aside and I kissed her neck. She shuddered and sighed as goose bumps formed on her arms and shoulders. I thought she was starting to become aroused. I moved to kiss the other side of her neck I let my hands wander slowly up to her size 34C breasts, spidering my fingers slowly from the outside and centring on her nipples. She shuddered lightly again, and reached for my hands. Maybe she wanted to try and move my hands away. 

'Uh uh,' I said sharply. 

She seemed to remember why we were there and why we were doing what we were doing. She held her hands over mine and rotated them in small circles around her firm tits.

From there, I reached around her and unfastened the buckle of her tight jeans and released the stud and lowered the short zipper exposing the lacy waistband of her nickers.

She was surprised to be spun around and have her face held and kissed softly and square on her mouth. We kissed for about 10 seconds remaining completely still before I began licking her lips and she followed suit and licked mine. She tasted delicious. 

We moved to allow our hands space between our bodies. I held both of her hands and moved one to my neck and one to my cock to play with. My hands moved to her hair and the other between her legs. We were touching one another lightly. When she could feel my swollen cock, her mood changed from being directed to acting on her own arousal. 

Still kissing her, I bent her backwards lowering her slowly to the soft-carpeted floor. 

I lifted her legs up and slid her jeans down to her feet, removed her shoes and jeans and threw them on to divan near the far wall. 

Her feet rested on my shoulders. My fingertips began running from her feet to her knees, thighs and around the crease between the top of her legs and her buttocks. She appeared to be helpless to stop me doing whatever I felt like. 

'I'm going to kiss you somewhere else now Evie. Take your pants down,' I directed her. 

I stood back and waited a few seconds while she stalled, then turned away from her and walked towards the door, but when I looked back, she had lifted her legs and was removing her underpants, swirling them around on her finger while her feet were together pointing straight up. 

There was a diamond shaped recess at the top of her legs that gives direct access to her cunt in a way that only God could have designed. I think I stopped being an Atheist in that moment. 

I turned and walked back slowly towards her, thinking of the possibilities she held for me. She had made her cunt available to me and expected me to put my face between her legs. My penis had hardened and was straining to escape from the confines of my clothes and take its considerable pleasure sliding in and out of that slippery cunt. 

I decided to enjoy the enormous pleasure of the arousal coursing through me for a bit longer before I availed myself of the release in the promise of her sex. 

'Hold your ankles apart with your hands and close your eyes,' I instructed her. 

She did so and her breathing became faster with whimpering sounds as her expectation increased. It was all I could do to stop plunging my swollen hardened cock into that throbbing moist cunt in full display in front of me. 

With her cunt lips spread wide open by my thumbs, I looked closely at her pink flesh and moved my face in position to taste her. Licking with a firm tongue from her perineum, dipping deeply into the wet opening of her slavering cunt, then slowly along her slippery cunt lips to her clitoris, she was very tasty. Her passion seemed to intensify with each long sliding smear of my tongue. After the fifth slow lick, she began shuddering as an orgasm gripped her lower body and there was a rush of vaginal secretions flooding her cunt and into my hungry mouth. She tasted like passionfruit. I couldn't get enough of her juices. 

This seemed to me like the time she would be beyond making rational decisions, because there was no rationality coming from me with this hard cock dominating my thinking. With my swollen penis free of my underpants, but still concealed in my loose pants, I slowly joined her kneeling between her legs, bent forward and began licking her delicious juice spread over her arse cheeks and pooled inside her vagina. 

Moving upward to her face we resumed kissing and she started licking my face as though enjoying the taste of her own cunt juice. I took my pants down and my throbbing cock was freed from my clothes to probe around for the wet opening to her cunt. Watching her face, there was an expression of desire and a trace of doubt mixed in. My cock jammed hard up against her open vagina. 

She looked down in dismay and in a frightened tone asked me, 'What do you think you're going to do with that?'

'Is this when Callie would say "No" to George after making up?'

I continued with considerable pressure on her slippery opening. The pronounced head of my cock stretched her wide open, and I watched in awe as the force of my hips behind my swollen hardness finally caused her tortured vagina to give way, then I stopped when it occupied the first two inches of her dripping cunt while her legs were spread wide apart before her doubt could take hold.

'You're inside me. You didn't even ask,' she accused me. 

'Yes, I am. No I didn't. 

I waited and remained still. 

'If you stop now, I will have to kill you in cold blood,' she gasped desperately.

I continued fucking her gradually forcing more and more of my swollen cock through the opening of her dewy vagina. I began kissing her at the same time, and her response triggered an avid primal rutting and grunting as if we were two bush pigs following our unalterable instincts. I was thinking more about fucking Chain's girlfriend than any role Callie and George might wish to portray. 

For the next 15 minutes, we continued fucking each other very energetically, taking it in turns for about one minute each swivelling our hips at one another. I didn't count but I think her climax invaded her body a few times, mostly when she was fucking me. 

I eventually ejaculated into her, once again when she was poised above me and fucking slowly and ver purposefully. She collapsed onto my body and we remained unmoving for a minute before she raised herself from me, her dripping cunt gradually releasing my still hard cock. 

She stood up and walked to the shower with my semen dribbling down her thighs, and a minute later I joined her in an adjacent shower. 

When I had finished with a few seconds of cold water over me, an old habit I picked up in the army, my cock shriveled to its customary two-inch long inactive state. 

'How could that little toy grow into the enormous state it was in when you poked it in me?' she asked. 

'Kissing probably,' I said, implying that I was probably aroused when she kissed me in the café. 

I'll call her tomorrow. She might want to create more familiarity to help her career.



Acting Lessons



"How in the hell am I supposed to get excited about a sex scene with that hag?" Brian Harmon lamented. 

My boyfriend of eight months was pacing the confines of his small but luxuriously appointed movie set trailer, nervous as a Rocky Horror Show virgin. He was worried about creating on-screen sparkle, the heat that made the love scenes believable. Brian wasn't exactly an Actor's Guild Award quality guy, but he was good enough in front of the cameras. I knew that he had been hired simply because of his box office potential with the ladies; he was a prominent figure in the "tall dark and handsome" teen mags. I often got a kick out of seeing his icy blue eyes staring back at me from the shelves lining the checkout counter at the grocery store. 

I laughed and threw a magazine at him to get his attention. "You mean she didn't give you a woody when you were a kid?" 

"Sure Shelley but, hell, I was thirteen then, I'm thirty-five now, and that woman has more lines on her face that a road map!" he said, referring to Lena Douglas. She was an aging starlet, and I'd heard that she had undergone more plastic surgery than Cher. 

"She needs this, you know. She's trying to become a household name again," I added, my career as a former entertainment newswoman rearing it's ugly head. 

A knock on the trailer door was accompanied by the "ten minutes, Mr. Harmon" announcement that I knew he was dreading. 

Suddenly smacked by inspiration, I smiled at the pacing caged tiger and stretched out on the comfortable sofa. "Come here, I have an idea," I said, holding my arms open for him. 

He sighed and crawled onto the sofa next to me. "What's your idea, sugar?" he asked, his native South Carolinian drawl sending sparks through my central nervous system. He nuzzled my neck and I felt him smile when I shivered, he knew full well the effects he had on me. 

I slipped my hand inside his silken robe and grabbed a fistful of a well-toned cotton and spandex covered backside. "This is my idea," I breathed. "When you get in there with Grandma Moses, I want you to think about this." I slid my hand around to the front of his shorts, and slipped it around his cock, which had just realized that it was about to get some attention. I chuckled when all seven inches of his celebrity skin stiffened in my hand. 

"God I love it when you do that," Brian hissed, as he wiggled his hips back and forth, fucking my hand. I jutted out my tongue and ran it along the length of his neck and he groaned. 

He surprised me then. I felt his hand creeping up the leg of my shorts, and within seconds he was pumping his fingers in and out of me keeping perfect time with the movements of my hand along his cock. I stroked, and he stroked, and he flicked a finger across my clit. I was afraid I was going to scream and bring the whole crew running. 

He fastened his lips to mine for a hungry tongue battle, damn but that man can kiss! We lay there on the sofa, hand fucking each other, our hips bucking, grunting and groaning like a pair of animals. Wondering about what an onlooker would think I almost laughed. But suddenly laughing was the furthest thing from my mind as my climax came upon me without warning. It felt as if every muscle in my body clenched, and I threw my head back to let it wash over me. I jerked my hips upward, and the walls of my cunt contracted hungrily around his fingers. Somewhere in my haze, I felt Brian's cock starting to twitch and I quickly pulled my hand away. 

"Aww, c'mon," he growled, looking from me down to his purple headed prick, then back up to my face. 

I regarded him through half closed eyelids and smiled. "Just think about what you're going to get when you're done with granny," I said, almost laughing at the boyish pout on Brian's full, sensual lips. Another knock sounded at the door, and Brian was called to the set. 

*** 

I must have been dozing for hours on the comfy cushions of the sofa when I was shaken awake, rudely dragged from my dreams. In that trancelike state between awake and asleep, I struggled to gain my bearings and I willed my vision to clear itself of the nap-induced cobwebs. In the nighttime darkness of the trailer, my irritation turned into full-blown fear when I realized that my shorts and panties were being pulled roughly from my body. 

I retaliated, and pushed at the hands that were shucking me. The instant that I became naked from the waist down, I must have made some contact with my nails because I heard a pain induced hiss, and the hands were withdrawn. 

"Goddamn baby, what did you do that for?" Brian howled. 

I flipped on the light switch just over my head and glared at my boyfriend. "How was I supposed to know it was you, huh? I'm fucking sleeping and all of a sudden some creep is pulling my clothes off?" I sat up on the sofa and reached for my cigarettes, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I lit one of the evil odorous cancer sticks and watched Brian through narrowed eyelids. "Next time turn on a fucking light, willya?" I said, the words accompanied by a bluish gray cloud of exhaled second hand smoke. 

"I'm sorry baby, I won't do it again," he whined as he slid onto the sofa beside me, snaking his arm around me for a tight embrace. He nuzzled his nose into the side of my neck and I smiled. "It's just that you left me hanging, remember? All I've been able to think about for the last three hours is how much I want to fuck you," he breathed into my ear, sending ripples of pure electric current straight to my crotch. 

He licked the soft, pliant lobe, then closed his lips around it, sucking it gently. "I love your hair, did I ever tell you that?" 

"Uh huh," I managed to groan, all the while concentrating on his fingers that had decided to slide under my shirt and over my midriff. 

"It's soft as silk, and the color of gold. It's so long, why do you always wear it up?" he asked softly, as he pulled the elastic band from around my ponytail sliding his hands into my hair. I wondered for a fleeting second if he was simply reciting a line from one of the films he had done. 

"I dunno," was all I could think to answer. 

He chuckled and traced his thumb across the features of my face. "Eyes so green, cheeks so high, lips so full and soft," he said as he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. He slipped the digit inside my mouth and I sucked it a little bit, like any good lover would. Brian rolled his body to the side and looked at me for a long hard moment, causing me to blush, something I hadn't done in years. 

He gave me another soft laugh and slipped his hand higher inside my shirt. I jumped when he pinched a hard, swollen nipple through the lacy covering of my underwire bra. "Like that, did you?" he asked. Brian alternated between rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and softly kneading my breast. 

"I've always liked women with larger tits, you know? But you've changed my mind entirely about them," he continued, pausing long enough to nip my neck with his teeth. Brian tugged my shirt up, so that my lace covered chest was exposed to his view. I watched him as if I were in a trance as he cupped one of my breasts tightly, though not painfully and looked at me with a grin. "They are perfect, you know that? Small and firm and rounded," he ended his sentence with a trailing sigh. With a deft little maneuver, he tugged at the clip on the front of my bra and slipped his hand up over my bare skin. Brian smiled at me just before lowering his lips to my nipple, and I was astonished by the heat of his gaze. 

I barely got accustomed to the feel of his lips, tongue and teeth on my breasts, when I felt one of his hands slide over my belly, coming to rest on the inside of a very bare thigh. Brian massaged the muscle there, and worked his hand ever so slowly higher. When he reached the place where my thigh met my body, the movement of his hand stopped. My eyes flew open and my gaze settled on a face filled with amusement. 

When I frowned, Brian laughed. "What's the matter, baby? You don't like to be teased?" he said. 

All I could do was shake my head. My body was on fire, my skin felt like it was burning, and the wetness between my legs was becoming more and more pronounced. I had an ache in the pit of my belly that was becoming very insistent. I shook my head again. 

He laughed again, and ran the backs of his knuckles across the downy soft honey blonde hair that covered my pubic mound. "Is this what you wanted, baby? Brian asked again. 

"Uh huh, " I answered, tilting my hips upward to capture his touch. He had anticipated my move, though, and quickly withdrew his hand. "Aww, Brian..." I whined. 

I was graced with another chuckle in reply, but he started licking the little valley between my breasts. Grateful for even that little bit of attention, I was about to speak up again when I realized that his lips and tongue were slowly finding their way downward. I smiled in spite of myself and slipped my fingers into his short, dark hair. I knew how good Brian was at oral sex, and I knew I was in for a treat. He felt and licked his way down over my ribcage, and I tightened my grip on his hair. I sighed when he moved his body across mine and settled between my legs, steadily creeping downwards. He dipped his tongue into my navel and licked straight down to the patch of hair that he had been teasing just scant minutes earlier. 

With a quick kiss in the curly little locks of hair, he teased my body to a fevered pitch, and I was on the verge of begging him to touch me. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched his every move. He slid my legs up over his shoulders and simply stared at my cunt. I slid one of my hands down over my mound, in an attempt to encourage him, but he slapped my hands away playfully. 

"Brian..." I said in a hoarse, ragged whisper, all the while trying to wriggle my pussy closer to his face. 

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, his icy blue eyes glinting mischievously. "What is it you want?" 

I exhaled like a balloon being deflated and stared at him incredulously. "You know what I want," I croaked. 

She shook his head and smiled dangerously. Leaning his face closer to my cunt, he stuck his tongue out and drew ever closer to the object of his affection. Watching him through half closed eyelids, I almost jumped for joy when I felt his fingers pull back the outer lips of my pussy, exposing the soaked, tender flesh that was already swollen with arousal. When the tip of his tongue finally touched my clit, I wanted to howl with happiness. But I wasn't given the chance. His lips wrapped around the hard little bud and he sucked on it fiercely. 

I pushed my pelvis as close to his face as I could, all the while emitting a low groan/growl that I didn't even recognize. In a flash, my ass was off of the sofa, and Brain slipped two of his fingers inside me. The electrical current that ran through my body was incredible. I tried to slip my hands over my breasts, I love to pinch my nipples while Brian goes down on me, but this time they were simply too sensitive. 

He turned his hand upside down and stroked the tender little go button place inside my pussy that most men are not lucky enough to find, while his tongue began it's fast paced dance around my clit. I pumped my hips wildly against his face, I was getting light headed with the intoxicating bombardment of sensations, and I knew I was about to come. 

I lay flat on my back on the couch, and thrust my hips up to meet Brian's lips and fingers for all I was worth. He unexpectedly slipped his fingers out of my cunt, and slid one well-lubed digit into my ass, stroking fast and hard, and slipping another in, just the way he knew I liked it. I reached out and grabbed another handful of his hair, and announced in a trembling voice, "Brian...I'm coming!" The muscles in my cunt were about to start contracting, and my nipples swelled and hardened almost painfully to announce my impending orgasm. That's when Brian stopped, withdrawing his lips and stilling his fingers inside me. 

It took me almost a half a minute to realize that he had quit, so intense was the pleasure. I lifted my head and looked down at him. His face was covered with juice from my cunt, but there he was, looking up at me and grinning like a fool. 

"Brian?" 

All I got was a chuckle for an answer, and I knew I'd been had. Disbelief quickly turned to anger, then to frustration. My entire body was tight, primed for what promised to be a magnificent orgasm. 

"Brian...please," I forgot all dignity and whined. Only a couple minutes had passed, but I surely knew how Brian had felt hen I'd done the same thing to him earlier. 

"Now you know how it feels, baby?" 

"Yeah, I do. Please Brian, please, I can't stand it," I begged for him to finish. 

He formed his lips into n 'O' and blew warm air directly onto my clit, an action which had me squirming uncomfortably. "It sucks to be teased, doesn't it?" 

"It does, it does," I readily agreed. "I swear I won't do it again." 

"Promise?" 

"Uh huh," I said, accompanied by the furious nodding of my head. 

The finger in my ass resumed it's stroking, and Brian attacked my clit again, without warning. Barely a minute later, my cunt walls clenched, and the blood bubbled up through my body with a heat that surprised even me. I shouted into the air of the dimly lit trailer as my body trembled and jerked violently. It took a minute or so for me to remember how to breathe. When I finally quit quaking, I opened my eyes and smiled when I saw that Brian was naked. 

I started to reach for his hardness, damn he was ready, but he shook his head and whispered, "No, turn over." 

I willingly obeyed, and I was barely on my knees when he was sliding that beautiful cock into me. He had already been teased almost to the point of no return and I wasn't surprised when he slammed forcefully into my cunt, driving my face closer and closer to the arm of the sofa. I sneaked my hand back down to my clit, and started the circles around it again, knowing he was close to coming. 

"God, you feel good baby," he groaned, and I felt his cock swell even larger inside me. I felt the tell tale twitches and rubbed my clit faster, trying to balance myself which was not an easy job with the sheer power of Brian's thrusts. My vision turned white again, just as Brian started to violently buck against me. I could feel his balls slap against my hand as we came together. His cock exploded inside me at the same second that I exploded within myself, and we both groaned loudly. 

Completely spent, his movements stilled, and he leaned his full weight against me. I straightened one leg and left the other crooked so he could stay inside me. As we drifted off to sleep, I remember thinking that I hoped we woke up before the cleaning crew arrived. 

*** 

A year later, "Hearts Apart" was released to mixed reviews. The critics were not all that impressed with Brian's acting ability, but most of them said he showed a great deal of promise. All of them agreed that the two stars had magnificent chemistry on screen, and they applauded the flick's sole sex scene. 

Brian and I are now living together in his spacious Hollywood home, and he occasionally asks me for my help with some of his scenes. He has never forgotten the little acting lesson I gave him in his trailer that hot summer afternoon, and even gifted me with a brand new Lexus after the incident. 

Oh yes, life is good...



Acting Lessons



She was thrilled. What a perfect chance. She signed the contract with a happy rush of accomplishment and handed it back to her agent. She had been offered the lead outright. Her agent had told her they'd asked for her specifically first. No need to audition. 

The script was gorgeous, by a new writer she'd never heard of, and she wanted to be there when he made his mark. On her mark. She'd jumped at the chance to be a part of it. She was humming with the accomplishment and wanted to savor it. 

She got all the information, rehearsal schedule, contact list, waivers, contracts, the whole official shebang. Her agent had set her up for a pre-rehearsal lunch with the director and that was her next stop. No time to lose in getting the production off the ground, and apparently the director liked to get to know the cast.

She was looking forward to hear what he had to say and she took a cab to the restaurant. Reading and shuffling through papers, it was sketchy, and the cast wasn't filled in yet. It didn't matter, with a script like that, she figured she could do a good performance and shine even if her co-cast members were the dogs from the velvet poker painting. 

Greeted by the hostess at the restaurant, she followed to the table, and one look at the man seated there made her smile curdle and her eyes freeze. Not her feet. She was too good at making a cue. He stood and extended his hand in greeting. 

She drew a careful breath and extended her own hand, grasping his in what she could manage to make good manners. To her credit, she warmed up her eyes to "cordial" and shook his hand.

His smile was polite. His eyes were appreciative. "Hello Lauren."

Her eyes held his in a disciplined gaze. A sense of some sick joke settled in on her joy and the world got smaller, tunnel vision. He was as handsome as she had tried not to remember. Brown and golden hair, a deep tan. He had a distinctly neutral smile on his otherwise expressive face, looking at her with a polite interest that in her present state reminded me of someone in a lab coat looking at something that used to be alive under a slide. 

She remembered his dark eyes, brown with flecks of green. David Fielding. She didn't have much time to think, so she stopped thinking and started acting. Breaking eye contact with a demure smile, she tilted her head slightly and said "Hello Mr. Fielding." She almost said "this is a surprise" but didn't trust her voice.

"Lauren, please, call me David. Have a seat."

She lowered herself to her chair and lifted her eyes to his again. He looked polite. She couldn't afford to be embarrassed or infuriated right now, so she wasn't. She would be charming. She opened her menu to occupy her time, but couldn't focus on anything. She thought "house salad" quickly and let the words blur before her eyes. She could get through this and she would. 

He watched her in silence, his eyes taking in her features, a rich olive tone to her skin and dark hair swept back into an elegant twist. Green eyes. He knew they were green, even downcast. He'd just seen himself in them. He didn't look good, he knew. Not to her. Not now.

He still couldn't help but tease her, get her to look at him. "Lauren? See anything you like?"

Her eyes closed slowly and then opened, recognizing the comment for what it was, but unwilling to bite. "House salad, I think." She ignored his implication and since he was being obnoxious she felt slightly less vulnerable. Which was still vulnerable as hell.

"How have you been, Lauren?"

"I've been fine Mr..." His brow raised at the mister and she smiles with a little less innocence than she would have liked.  "David. I'm fine." 

He thought she was doing well for being in a situation that probably made her want to hide under the table. Or brain him with the water carafe. There was just no way to make this easier for her. Okay, he could have let her know ahead of time, but he had to see her face. And seeing it, he couldn't relent. Just had to get a reaction out of her. "Exactly how much do you hate this, Lauren? Sitting at a table with me?"

A short breath of frustration and she dropped her shoulders and spoke carefully. "I don't hate this. I have been offered the lead in one of your plays, I understand. That certainly comes as a surprise, but if the offer still stands, I'd like to make the best of it."

He nodded slowly. "The offer still stands. I made it myself."

"And why wouldn't you have made such an offer personally?"

"I didn't think you would accept it."

"It's a generous and tempting offer. I was happy to accept. Thank you for considering me."

"You are my first choice." Papers are already signed. He said "are" and not "were" on purpose.  She deserves a few hints. Did she notice?

Of course she noticed. Her smile was still tight and getting tighter, though she has it under control for now. She's thinking of his motivations but with thoughts racing this fast she lights on one to distract herself. "I was just surprised to hear you directing, David. Are you taking a break from acting for this?"

He shakes his head slowly. "No."

"Another project, then?"

He shakes his head again. "No."

She's puzzled and looks to him to clarify.

"Lauren, I'll be playing the male lead. Opposite you."

She absorbs this slowly, and then the bottom drops out of her distance and reserve. Images of the play she adored flash through her mind and she realizes she will have to touch this man. Every night. For the run of the play. Intimacy after repeated intimacy recalls itself to her mind and she sees David and herself in an exquisitely crafted embrace, before an audience, every night...

Closing her eyes tight she grips the table and murmurs "excuse me" and lurches out of her chair. She's disoriented and her flight instinct is kicking in, but she has no idea where to flee.

David comes out of his chair and takes her elbow, which she tries to jerk back, but he won't let her. Escorting her to the Ladies' room, he saves her the embarrassment of lurching drunkenly through a restaurant. Of course, he caused that embarrassment, so he doesn't feel too proud of it. He's fairly certain she won't be thanking him.

To passersby there's a dark-haired, tall, elegant, solicitous gentleman escorting a pale lady to the restroom. Perhaps she's pregnant and ill. More than one patron turns to watch the striking couple. They look good together.

Inside the bathroom she grips the marble counter, bending her nails against the edge. There's something breaky on the counter and she grabs it and throws it against the mirror. The shattering is sickening but satisfying.

It also brings David at a run. He lets out a low whistle. "Very nice, right in the middle. Good shot."

Her breathing is hard and she says "Take it out of my first paycheck."

He shrugs. "These things happen. At least you didn't throw it at me."

Her voice is harsh. "Not the face."

The crash has brought service and maintenance people to investigate, but David handles the bill and the inconvenience while she seethes. She lets him. She's not going to apologize. Not to him, not about anything. Fallout consisting of only glass shards is restrained as far as she is concerned.

When he comes back in after having discreetly paid for a large amount of broken glass and the bill, he holds out her arm and she puts her hand on his arm and they walk out in regal silence. 

"Nice one, Lauren. Maybe next time we can invite a camera crew." His voice is amused and she's infuriated.

Her hand reaches up and slaps him and he's laughing even harder. "Definitely needed a camera for that one." She swings again and he grabs her hand "Okay, okay. One for free. Not the face, you're about to break my nose."

Her voice is a low hiss. "You deserve it. You deserve worse. What is wrong with you?"

He checks his face. "Right now, my jaw hurts."

She glares.

He relents. "Lauren. I want you in this play. I think it's perfect for you. I think you're perfect for it."

"Get someone else to do the lead. Please, David. I can't..."

He steps in closer to her. "Can't what?"

Her eyes close. "I can't. This is torture, please. Don't do this. Find someone else."

He lifts her chin and says "Lauren. Look at me. There's nobody else."

"I won't do it." Then her eyes open and she looks at him.

"Yes, you will. It's perfect for you. You're perfect for this part. We can make it work."

She breathes hard and absorbs his voice, his fingers on her skin, his eyes. It was his eyes that did it, teasing, patient, and with an expression she'd been longing for. Loving. She started to cry.

He wrapped his arms around her, drew her close, and stroked her hair with her head down on his shoulder. "Lauren love. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry for making you cry. Please forgive me."

A few moments of crying and she stopped, one hard exhalation escapes her mouth and she raies her eyes. He's expecting them to be wide and brimming with tears, and he instead sees narrowed suspicion. Her laugh has an edge to it that makes him recalculate his expectations.

"Is that what you're looking for, David? A woman to melt in your arms? 

Congratulations, you have a leading lady. Is that what you want?"

David's answer is careful and solemn. "Yes. But you-"

She cuts him off with fingers to his lips. "Not another word. No more words. I've had enough. I don't believe a damned word you say. And you shouldn't believe anything I say, either. We've both gotten too good at this."

Ignoring her admonition he kisses her fingertips and says "Too good isn't a bad thing."

Her smile is rueful. "It is when it's lying we're talking about. See you at rehearsal, David."

She tries to pull back, but his grip tightens on her and he says lightly "But you got to slap me. I even held still for it. Hold still."

He bends in to kiss her and she starts to struggle, anything to escape, and his arms tighten around her more. "Hold still, Lauren, or I swear...I won't just kiss you, I'll tickle you and then I'll kiss you."

Her eyes are cold but starting to thaw with humor. "This dress won't take tickling."

He considers "I'll pay for the dress. I'll pay for hurting you. I'm sorry." 

Her head shakes sadly. "I can't do this, David. I can't. You have to find someone else. Please."

His voice teases "You're going to ruin your career? Over me? Over a kiss?"

Her voice brightens "I know! I'll sue you for sexual harassment in the workplace. I can ruin your career over a kiss instead."

His head tilts. "Ramping up negotiations. Okay. No tickling if there are no lawyers. Deal?"

Her lips twitch. His voice lowers. "All right. I'm going to kiss you. Nod if you won't slap a restraining order on me for that. I want to make sure my professional judgment is sound."

Her brow raises. "Professional judgment?"

His nod is solemn. "Yes. I might be getting old, losing my touch, losing my instincts. Indulge me and save my fragile ego."

"David, how do you always do this to-" 

His mouth descends to cut her off in a kiss, humor and tenderness falling from his features and hands and moving slowly to hunger. Not as slow as he'd like, though. Touching her made him feel like his hands were fire walking, that he had to keep moving or they'd burn. His hands traveling over her shoulders, one hand pressing her closer at the small of her back and the other tangling in her hair and twisting her head to slant his lips over hers.

She shifted sinuously and her body molded to his. She leaned back against his hands, letting him press her to him. Her hands slid under his and up the sides of his back, flat palms and fingertips helping her balance against him. 

Spurred and shaken by the ease she was displaying, his hands tightened and his kiss hardened into a ravenous rhythm of tasting her. He'd been thinking about this kiss for so long, and he poured his passion into this willing woman, finally under his hands. He wanted her to see and know, how much he wanted her. Whether she believed it or not. He was ready for her, anything she could do to him, and he deserved it. But first he needed to see her, feel her, taste her, and know how they'd be together. Convince himself he was right about her. And this kiss was accomplishing that to the extent that he could barely control his breathing. He was ravenous and desire was pouring off him like heat waves, and she was taking it all.

The first breath of a whimper escaped her and he gentled his kiss softly, kissing the edges of her lips and trailing off to her ear. "Lauren, I won't hurt you. Not this time."

Her eyes closed and her whimper returned, still leaning into him. "Yes, you will."

He smiles against her ear and says "Okay, I will, but only if you ask nicely. I know you don't believe me, and that's okay. You have time, all the time you need."

She closes her eyes and takes one deep breath, then two. Her voice is even and her eyes are clear. "I know I have time. It's my time. It's not yours. You can't give it to me or take it away. Not anymore, David. Is my audition through?"

He releases her slowly and kisses her forehead before letting her go, fixing her hair with his fingertips for any excuse to keep touching her. "I suppose you're mine only under contractual obligation?"

She smiles "Yes. Signed and sealed."

His eyebrow raises "And the kiss?"

She looks as if she's considering and says "Adequate. Adequate kiss. I'm sure you can sell it to an audience."

His voice is husky and he kisses the top of her head. "One more thing, Lauren. What do you think of the play?"

Her eyes widen and her voice is effusive. "I love it. I really do. How did you find the playwright? He's a genius."

His smile deepens. "Really? That good, huh?"

She nods emphatically. "That good. I think I'd kiss anybody for a shot at it." Her tone is teasing.

"That's good to know, Lauren. I found the playwright after I met you."

"After you left me, then?"

"Yes, after that. I was inspired to do some soul searching."

"Really." She sounds unconvinced. "It's a good thing you found an amazing soul to search. The play's a gem."

"I'm glad you think so. I wrote it for you."

Her eyes close and she absorbs that. "David, you can't say things like that."

His voice is soft. "Not even if they're true?"

She shakes her head and one tear slides down her cheek. "Especially if they're true."

"I did. I wrote it for you. It's yours. You and I can make it happen."

"Would you...consider hiring another leading man?" Her voice is teasing. "I'm just testing my creative boundaries here."

He laughs and squeezes her waist. "No. I'm afraid you'll have to be testing your creative boundaries with only me for a little while. I'm serious, Lauren. I want you in the play. I want you in my life."

She's flattered but doesn't believe any of it, it's just David being charming, the way David is always charming. "You have my signature. You have your kiss. Please, that's all I have. My self respect I keep."

His voice takes on an edge of mocking petulance "Oh come on, can't I just borrow your self respect? I'll give it back later. I might learn something."

She pushes back from him firmly. "I will talk to you later, David. For now, thank you for the opportunity."

He smiles and nods, letting her walk away until she turned a corner. Then a playful smile lights his features and he follows quietly. He finds her leaning up against the side of the wall, breathing hard.

"Gotcha."

"Son of a bitch. Stop following me." In response to his obvious pleasure at finding her this way she says "Shut up." Her smile is rueful.

"See you at rehearsal, Lauren." He leans forward, kisses her with teasing effortlessness aimed toward tempting her, and pulls back to look in her eyes. "Tuesday afternoon. Don't miss it."

+++++

Lauren went home and tried to carry out her planned celebration, which was...nothing, really. She hadn't gotten that far. Now she felt caught halfway between elation and dread. She wanted to wear a ball gown and sackcloth and go out, paint the town, while hiding under her bed. She sat pondering for a little while and then there was a knock on her door.

Wearily she walked over and opened the door to the extent of the chain and looked out, her head leaning against the door frame. "David, I presume? What...are you doing here?"

He smiled and held up a paper bag. "I come bearing ice cream."

She shook her head and then unhooked the chain and tilted the door open a little further. 

"What kind of ice cream?"

"Butter almond."

Her smile was sincere "You remembered. This door always opens for butter almond."

"Good to know. I'll have to keep the city's market cornered in case word gets out." He walked to the kitchen and started getting bowls and spoons. 

She shifted her leaning from the front door to the door to the kitchen. "To what do I owe the butter almond?"

"Peace offering. I behaved badly today."

"So you're going to behave badly tonight?"

"Only by invitation. Here." He hands her a bowl and she cradles it in her hand, twirling the spoon idly.

He sets his bowl down on the dining room table and then walks back and steers her by her shoulders to the table to sit down. He pulls out a chair for her and she seats herself. Kissing the top of her head, he sits next to her and pulls his chair close enough for their knees to touch.

The sheer weirdness of having him in her home calmly eating her favorite ice cream made her stare at the bowl in a bit of a daze. 

His voice was gentle. "Not hungry?"

She looks idly at her ice cream and her voice is soft. "I read somewhere that ninjas shouldn't eat in front of people."

His lips twitch and he says "You've taken up ninjaism?"

Her head lifts and she laughs and shakes her head. "No, I'm not a ninja. It's just something that stuck in my head about...intimacy. Ninjas supposedly don't eat in front of others because it promotes a sense of...mystery, not being human. I'm apparently having trouble eating with you."

"First meal was canceled due to broken glass and mayhem. This is ice cream. But I suppose I see your point. Burgeoning ninja career aside, sitting together and breaking bread is an intimacy."

"Wait until the folks at the food court find out."

He smiles again "You'd rather stab me with a steak knife than eat ice cream with me?"

Her nod is small "Something like that. I suppose eating takes more trust and agreement than I have for you."

"What if you stab me with a steak knife and get that over with, will you eat with me then?"

"Can you just tell me...why? Why me?"

He put his spoon down and swallows a mouthful of melted ice cream slowly, thinking. "When I left-"

She interrupts "When you ripped my heart out." 

He nods slowly "Yes, when I did that. I left out of ignorance, not malice. I'm not sure the distinction is clear since the damage I did was the same. I thought you were...too good to be true."

Her eyes narrow "That's a new one. You left because I was too good? How does that work?"

"It worked because my capacity to care was set to shallow. You seemed deeper than my capacity, therefore you must be false."

"You left because I cared more deeply than you did?"

"Deeper than I could fathom at the time. I couldn't touch bottom, and I feared I would drown in you. And that you were playing me. All that care couldn't be real."

She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to think her way through this. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him "And here I thought you left me for another woman."

His expression alters to rueful. "Not something I'm proud of. Not something I'd want to repeat. Something that taught me the difference between depth and really, really shallow. Something that taught me about who I didn't want to become."





Acting Lessons



She nods solemnly and starts to eat her ice cream nonchalantly.

"No more ninja?" He asks.

She takes a slow bite, licking at the ice cream on the spoon. "The knife thing is looking better, though. We'll have to have steak some time together."

His smile is wide.

She points out "I just threatened to stab you."

He shrugged "I had noticed. But you also implied there'd be a next time. I think that's my cue to leave."

He stood and gallantly took her hand between his and kissed her fingertips, then walked to the door and let himself out.

She stared at her hand and cursed it for tingling, staring at her betraying digits until the ice cream melted and she'd lost her appetite.

+++++

Tuesday came and she couldn't eat on the day of the first reading. It played havoc with her blood sugar, but she knew her voice would be clear and wouldn't crack. Not sleeping well and not eating left her feeling a little lost and waif-like on the first day, but if that's all she felt, it might be good to be weak and not in a homicidal rage. It wouldn't do to murder the director the first day.

Rehearsal meant utilitarian hair pulled back into a ponytail and a minimum of makeup for her. Sweating and crying took a toll. And she was sure she'd be doing both. Rehearsals were always emotional and she figured this one would be worse than most. 

Compulsively early, she sat at the table, waiting for the cast to fill in, trying to memorize names and starting to go over her lines for interpretation. It was a huge amount of content to remember, and not just a period piece, but several period pieces. Vignettes of a couple through time, as if karma had picked them up like leaves in the wind and twined them together over and over, each life playing into the next. It began with the French revolution and ending up in modern times. She'd always wanted to be in a play with a guillotine? Was that an interesting quip for a Playbill? Fitting into the corset was a concern too. No more ice cream for a bit. No more steak for that matter, either.

There were ancillary characters that filled in different parts, and part of the play's charm was not knowing who was which character over time. Genders swapped and roles reversed. Her parts were beautifully written, and there was betrayal and horror and lust and joy aplenty. 

As the roles and chairs filled in, she was happy to see some friends and happy to see some new faces, and her only concern was a particular actress she knew by reputation to be a complete bitch. Well, can't believe everything you read.

Unfortunately this actress was playing it to the hilt and was always "on." Marlene Faron leaned over to Lauren and made her jolting acquaintance. "Lauren! Such a pleasure to meet you. Now, I know everything about you and David. Don't worry, sweetheart. I will keep all your secrets. And just so you know, David and I are involved, so you have no need to guard your broken heart here. We're all friends." A sweet smile dripped from Marlene's cultured lips and Lauren confirmed her internal suspicion: Yep. Bitch. David turned you down flat and you're circling the wagons.

Lauren played up being the waif and quietly said "Of course, Marlene. How kind of you. It's always wonderful to know that I have a good friend on my side. I so look forward to working together."

Marlene squeezed Lauren's hand with a "mission accomplished" air and sailed off to her seat. Lauren thought that Jessica Rabbit had arrived. So she and David were playing pattycake, huh?  She ducked her head to hide her smile behind the script.

The actor to her left caught her smile and leaned in confidentially. "Whaaaat a bitch. You didn't buy that, did you?"

Lauren shook her head and kept her voice civil. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean. She's such a lady."

"Don't let her operate the guillotine." Was his only response. They smiled conspiratorially at each other. Friends.

"I'm Arthur."

"Pleased to meet you, Arthur. You're such a gentleman. I'm Lauren."

"I might be operating the guillotine. You'd better be nice to me."

"Noted. I'll be very careful."

Arthur and Lauren continued to banter until Marlene started some honking vocal warm ups of the horrifying sort that left them nearly unable to speak without laughing. 

Fortunately that was David's entrance cue, and everyone settled down and the honking ceased.

Introductions passed and the read through began, building her hopes even higher that this cast was not the velvet poker playing dogs. Even Marlene gave a perfect bitchy false twist to the characters who needed it. It was a brilliant bit of typecasting, she had to admit. This was going to be great.

+++++

Time passed and blocking started. Since David had so far been nothing but professional in his acting and directing, she was able to concentrate more than she'd hoped. He was being true to his word about being there for her and being what she needed. She'd almost come to rely on feeling comfortable around him. 

Marlene's jabs and self-promotion became the backstage joke and a few stage hands and techies were having a contest regarding who could deliver the best impersonation of the lady. The proper falsetto nasal tone was reproduced by a 320 pound lighting technician nicknamed "Tiny" to her shock and wild appreciation. Her clapping was interrupted by David's rueful laugh. "Lauren, for shame. Tiny, that's damned good. You're her understudy. Don't tell the Union."

Laughter followed them as David tugged her onstage by the hand. "Cruelty made you miss your cue. Do you have the slightest idea what part of the play we're conducting, ma'am?"

Her eyes danced and she nodded "Yes, I'm desperately in love with you and unable to escape even through time from the pull of your unbearable attraction."

He smiled. "Good. Now you're catching on. Time to block the kiss."

"I'm sure my contract specified a body double for this."

"I'm equally sure it didn't, as the contract was drawn up by my lawyers. Quit stalling. This is the masked ball scene."

"You're a romantic, David."

"You're worth being romantic over, Lauren. Stop trying to butter me up. Time to pay up. Your coach awaits. Time to convince me."

"Convince you of what?"

"That we belong together, and our unbearable attraction will read to the back row of the house."

She waved her hand "Of course. We're destined to be. It's in the script. Must be true."

His lips twitched. "Okay. I'm not gonna make this easy for you."

Her head tilted "Not going to make what easy?"

He stepped behind her as if giving her stage instruction, his hand on her waist and her arm upheld as if in a dance. "I'm not going to make acting easy."

They swayed back and forth as if to music and her smile was serene "But I'm so GOOD at it David, why resist?"

He began to block out the masked ball scene, a complicated bit of theatrics involving sweeping waltz moves and split-second frozen tableaux. As the pair sniped their lines at each other, parts of their past would play out in another part of the stage in silent mime.

The blocking made it possible for his back to be to the audience and partially obscured by his mantle and cloak, with her picked out in bright light, facing forward. 

Actors are not particularly kind to each other on stage, through somewhat malicious tradition and a dare-you sense of one-upmanship. Attempts to make each other break character tends to be part of the more playful aspects of the theater, and David used this tradition to his best advantage, using the tableaux to whisper quietly while she was forced to stand still and not react.

It was a ruthless scene that ended with her pinioned against a wall in an alcove, a young aristocratic girl threatened by an unscrupulous political operative.

David was good at unscrupulous. She hadn't been afraid enough of this scene, clearly. The vicious tone he managed to impart to his character was genuinely frightening and brought out the worst of her fears about the man himself. Despite her comfort with him, she was right. He was making it hard to act.

Turn and cue and hold.

Her arm was trembling while he whispered in her ear "Lauren, when I wrote this, I was thinking of your breasts and how they'd look in a corset, pushed up. I really want to see that. Do you think you'll have trouble controlling your breathing while you're dancing with me?"

Turn and cue and hold.

Awkwardly held back at an angle in a dip, her thighs strained against his in the pose, he whispered again "What do you think it would have been like, if I'd had absolutely no need to convince you and just took what I wanted? Something like this?"

Turn and cue and SLAM.

Back against a wall his mouth came down hard on hers, his hands pinioning hers out until her dress formed ethereal wings with his black cloak pouring down over her body like defiling ink.

End scene and he released her hands, but his body remained too close to hers for her comfort. Heaving with indignation she drew back and slapped him so hard there was nothing but silence as she stalked off the stage.

Arthur chimed from the pit "I don't remember that being in the script."

David answered back, starting to follow Lauren's exit, "Still in the experimental stages. I like her instincts."

Stagehands and co-cast cleared out of her way as she stormed through to the dressing room, once again facing a mirror and gripping a counter because of him. The door opened behind her and David came in.

Her voice was terse. "This is a dressing room. For women."

He shrugged that off and stepped behind her "I know that. And yet."

Her eyes closed and she sighs "Fine. You manage to fuck with my head. Well done. Please go away."

His arms slide around her waist and their eyes meet in the mirror. "It's really not your head I want to fuck with, honey. Fun though that is, I've really got other things in mind."

"The less I hear about your mind, the better."

Wrapping his hands around her ponytail, he pulls her head back and lowers his mouth saying "I guess I'll have to show you then."

His mouth was punishing and she was angry enough to bite and step on the inside of his foot hard enough to make him shift his position to trap her against him a little more firmly, her head tilted back toward him and one hand stroking her throat.

"Lauren, please. Let me in. I want you so much it hurts. Watching you breeze in and out of character is killing me. I need to feel it. Please."

Swallowing hard she gives in to his words and his hands and his mouth, understanding the essence of the hard and the mean and the cold and the hot and biting at his lips, swiveling under his grip to accommodate wanting to press against him.

Clothes started to rip and frantic fumbling with buttons and zippers, his hands lifted her up on the counter and he entered her in a searing mindless thrust from both of them, straining to get closer, teeth biting at each other's lips and then hot mouths trailing over skin and straining tendons tasted with tongues and fingertips.

Her head cracked against the mirror hard when her back arched for him to taste her breasts, his teeth twisting against her skin and his body slamming hers back on the counter, pancake makeup and wigs scattering.

Coming hard and fast, they lingered in the position, lips easing and fingers soothing, muscles relaxing and soft chuckles starting from each of them.

"I broke another mirror."

"At least we broke it this time, together."

"My head though. Ow."

"I'm sorry, honey. I'll try to make it up to your head, and heart, and pride."

"I could get used to this."

"I already have, in my head, which is why you being uncooperative is frustrating." His mouth ranged softly over her breasts.

Shifting up to her elbows she kisses the top of his head. "I'm sorry I'm so uncooperative. I'll try to fix that. I'm sure it's in my contract somewhere."

Offering her his hand, he pulls her up to shaky standing position. "If I could have gotten it in there, I would have. I'm an evil bastard."

"You're also an evil bastard with no shirt now, who is in a girl's dressing room."

"Oops. Okay, I'd better go before they send Tiny in to investigate."

Her laughter followed him on the way out.



Acting Like Animals



Well, it's not like I didn't know what was up. I mean, Josh and I had dated for more than a year, and every time I was around Peter it was like some electric charge connected us. It didn't seem to matter that Peter was Josh's father. It didn't matter that Peter was more than 20 years older than me. And, it didn't matter that Peter was otherwise happily married to Josh's mom.

What did seem to matter was the occasional touch between us or the knowing smile like there was some silly inside joke between us. On those occasions, there was no doubt that Peter and I connected.

Something that always struck me was the differences with Peter and Josh when they were near each other. Josh, I guess, was your typical slight-looking young 20-something, who at medium height and thin-build was not what you would call imposing. He could make me laugh and we always had fun hanging out.

Peter was imposing. Tall and with a big build, he had that look like he was always standing up straight and in control. I sometimes wondered if that was a trait he kept up in the bedroom, too. I know, I know. What a horrible girl I am. Fantasizing about my boyfriend's father when my boyfriend was perfectly good to me.

But, let me tell you about the horrible girl that gets Josh off whenever and however ol' Josh wants it. If I'm okay as the wild thing with Josh when he's ready for the whore in the bedroom, don't be critical if I have an imagination at times. Oh well, that's how I look at it, anyway.

Lately, it seems Peter and I have both hit a restless spot at the same time. He teased me in the backyard Saturday, when I didn't want to go back inside with everyone else, and I was on the verge of pissing-off Josh. He and I sat by the pool and drank another beer, doing our little rebellion thing on our own. I sat across from him and I moved my legs back and forth as we talked, me swaying them casually and wondering if he was ever going to steal a glance under my wrap. 

Instead, it was me taking the glance... or rather the gawk. Peter, sitting back in the lawn chair, let his legs fall open, and when he was sure I was looking he deliberately grabbed himself there, like he was adjusting that full package he was carrying in the middle of his shorts. He just looked at me and grinned that mischieveous grin.

"Hey Pop, you got an itch there?" I joked.

"Why? You want to scratch it?" he teased back.

"Hey, you're being bad, now." I mockingly replied.

"Oh, I think you can handle it," and he gave me the big grin, one more in a series of them we'd seemed to share.

"I don't know, let's see," I said and leaned toward him in my chair holding my hands out and motioning to him.

"Huh?" He wasn't sure where I was headed.

"Come here and sit up," I instructed, and when he did, I took his large right hand into my hands and turned it so it faced palm forward and fingers up. I looked at him, and was close enough to smell his musky and distinctive scent.

I held his hand up with my left hand and then I pressed my much smaller right hand against his.

In a low voice, I looked him in the eyes and slowly said, "Peter, I think you're right. ... I think I can handle it."

There was no mistaking what I meant.

There was no longer a smile on either of our faces, but there was an intensity and closeness ready to explode. 

He then surprised me, saying "there's a bathroom in the poolhouse if you need to use it. I'm gonna get some more beer out of there to take in the house."

I looked at him with a grin as I stood, not saying a word. I must have been out of my mind, because I tugged the wrap from my waist and just let it fall to the ground, leaving my little bikini facing dad and just inches from his face. I paused and let him stare. I then turned and and walked up toward the poolhouse.

I mean, what was I thinking? From inside, if anyone had been looking, it'd would've been like I was taking it off right there in his face, teasing him and working him up all the more. And then, when I walk up toward the poolhouse, well ...for me to just shake my tight ass back and forth, knowing good and well he's looking, it probably would've looked obscene. But, no one was looking.

I got inside the poolhouse and it was dark, given the late afternoon/ early evening time. I didn't turn on a light, and I didn't hear if Peter was coming in behind me. 

I just made my way to the room in the back that did have some light barely shining through. I still didn't hear Peter coming inside the poolhouse, but I didn't turn around or pause. I mean, there's no question this man's coming in this house and coming into this bathroom. He is coming for me, I realized. And, I looked into the mirror and smiled at my reflection, "you are really, really a bad girl."

Then I jumped, startled by seeing Peter now standing behind me and us looking at each other in our reflections.

Nothing was said as he moved closer behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, and then his lips to my neck. His lips kissed and gently sucked at my neck as his arms enveloped me. His arms held me close to him and for the first time I was aware of his cock pressing me and I felt the contour of it in his shorts as it snaked down his leg. He felt very hard.

I raised my hands up over my head to reach behind me for Peter's face and hair, sroking him and letting him have unfettered access to my top. He reached around, and in one motion he rubbed under the bikini top and had his large hands on my bare tits. They're just a little bigger than hand fulls, but the nipples are large and thick. They got thicker as he rubbed my tits and pulled on my nipples, making me purr.

After he had had his way with my tits for a while, I wanted him to know the effect he was having on me. So, I took his big right hand into both my hands and slowly moved it down my front, never letting it leave my soft skin. His rugged and calloused hand was a nice contrast to my young soft skin, as we both watched what I was doing in the mirror.

I stopped his hand with my right hand, as it was cupped on my tummy. He pressed slightly feeling my softness there. Then, when I was sure I had his eyes looking in the mirror at his hand right above my crotch, I took my left hand and pulled open my bikini bottom, pulling it down some in the process and letting Peter see the blondish-brown curls nestled atop my special little place down there. I then looked into his eyes in the reflection, as my right hand pushed his big right hand on downward until his palm cupped my mound. He definitely did press forward then, and I let my head fall back on the nook between his shoulder and neck when I felt those thick fingers wiggle at my gash.

I'm sure he felt my juices soak his fingers and his hand as I was wetter than I had ever been in my life. I moaned a low and throaty response as he worked his fingers over and around my pussy lips, then plunging a couple of his fingers inside me.

"AAAAHHHH..." I groaned into his neck as he plundered my pussy unrestricted. I bucked against his hand, and he obliged by pushing those fingers deeper, using his thumb to graze over my hard clit. I was as turned on as I had ever been before, and I didn't care if Josh, Josh's mother, or the entire world watched, because this was what I wanted and what I needed---I had to have this man, Peter.

Peter must've sensed this, as he released my pussy from his hand, and then pushed my upper torso forward so that my upper body was now laying over the tile counter. My ass was propped-up in the air. I felt his legs spread my stance apart, shifting my legs. I let out a little crying sound at the feeing of being totally in his control and bent over to his will.

I looked up into the mirror and Peter disappeared behind me, descending out-of-view. I looked straight ahead and was close to the mirror and my reflection, wondering what was to come next.

I felt his hands at my thighs, a gentle lifting motion putting me a little higher onto the counter. Peter was basically doing what he wanted to me, and my body was completely his to have. 

It was then that I felt his face nudge between my legs from behind and I felt this man's tongue touch my clit. I let out a yelp at the surprise of this, and then I felt his tongue trace slowly from the front of my pussy, into and onto the lips of my pussy and pull back up into my backside. He lapped at my pussy two or three times , dragging his tongue through me as I groaned. He was tasting juices that were flowing freely, and he was trying to lap them up like a dog. 

There was a pause where I felt nothing for a moment and then I felt him drag his tongue from the back of my pussy slowly up the crack of my ass. I had never felt anything like that before and the sheer wantonness of it made me come and come hard, as Peter ran his tongue around my asshole and poked at my puckered hole.

I was dizzy with the sensations, and he again seemed to move away from me for a moment. He stood and I saw him behind me. I looked at him in the mirror, and as our eyes met, I silently nodded. 

He took his cock with his right hand and placed the large head of it to my lips back there. His left hand rested on my back, in effect keeping me pinned. I liked the sense of not having any control whatsoever, and I knew what was coming. My juices flowed.

He traced the cockhead back and forth, up and down my pussy lips spreading my juices around and getting me good and ready.

After some of this teasing, he pushed a couple of inches inside of me and I took in a deep breath, gasping loudly. The thickness of his cock was something I had never had before. Thank goodness this man knew what he was doing and let me get used to him, only moving again once my opening had relaxed some.

It was while he was gently rocking back and forth inside of me that I did relax more, and I must have surprised him when I pushed back against him. Even so, I couldn't get him more than half way inside on that push, but it was the move he'd waited on, because he pulled back after a moment until he was just about out. We caught each other's look again in the mirror, and in that instant, I knew what was coming. I wondered if maybe---just maybe--- I'd finally overdone it. He thrust his hips hard against me and I cried out. It was both pain and intense pleasure, as this man bore into me with long powerful strokes.

He was now fucking me and fucking me hard. I had no control or movement to it, instead I held on to the counter and he took me over and over. He was incredibly hard and filled me up with each downstroke. I made noises and groaned, and I distinctly remembered the expression "fucking like animals"---this is what it was. Just primal pounding of this man and me going at it, and nothing but our panting and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. 

The orgasms and sensations flowed over me and I thought I might really pass out. After a while, he was close and he pulled out. He was close and he held his cock in his hand. I spun around and fell to my knees, facing him. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, and then with his cock between us he pumped it at me and his come shot to my face , me holding his gaze. I opened my mouth trying to catch it, to drink him up and after the first few threads I closed my mouth around his cock, sucking the last drops from his thick head, my eyes locked on his.



Acting on Impulse



This is a story that shows the result of acting on impulse. By acting in anger and desperation; what seemed like good ideas at the time, resulted in a simple housewife leaving herself vulnerable to the depraved desires of two manipulating men. 

*

My heart is still thumping in my chest, and my stomach is still all churned-up. What a morning this has been, and all because my husband has a roaming eye. What am I going on about? Well I'll tell you. Bloody men!

My name is Sandra but everybody calls me Sandi, I'm thirty-three years old and have been married to Roger for twelve years. I've always had a well paid job, earning nearly double Roger's wage. But we just had our first child three months ago, a gorgeous little girl called Rebecca, and I gave up working to look after her. But this has drastically reduced our combined income. This didn't hit us at first, but now its getting on for six months since my last pay cheque, and things are getting tight.

Last night was our wedding anniversary. And although Roger did remember, and he took me out for a meal, it wasn't to an expensive restaurant. Even this simple meal in a pub which would have been sufficient, but for the fact that Roger spent all night ogling two girls that were sitting at the bar. Talking to him was like talking to the wall, in-fact, I think the wall was paying me more attention. Then when we got home, he was flirting with the young girl who'd been babysitting. Luckily she only lives a few doors away, as I don't think I'd have trusted him to have given her a lift home. Then to really ruin the night; when we got into bed, he immediately fell asleep, leaving me getting more and more frustrated.

So this morning when he'd gone to work, I was in a really foul mood. And I decided to do something to get my own back. I'd bought no new clothes for ages, because we were cutting down on our spending. But I thought to myself, if he's going to be looking at other girls, then I'm going to get other men to look at me! First thing to make a girl feel sexy; is sexy underwear. And good sexy underwear doesn't come cheap. There are no really good underwear shops in our local town, so I'd have to go some twenty miles or so to the nearest city.

But here again our money problems hit me. Only last week my beloved Laurence failed his MOT. Laurence is the name of my big old Land Rover truck. I've had it since I was twenty-one. It's slow, noisy, thirsty, and draftee, but has never let me down in all the twelve years I've owned it. When I'm driving it; I sit up there so high, and feel so safe. And the MOT he just failed? Well in England to get your annual road tax, if your vehicle is over three years old, it needs a road worthiness test in a garage, we call it an MOT. Well my Laurence failed; so no MOT, no tax. No tax means you're not insured. And any one of the three things means you can't take it on the road. We couldn't afford to have the garage fix Laurence, so Roger was going to get one of his friends to look at it for me. But this was something else he hadn't done.

Well fuck the road tax! Fuck the insurance! And fuck their silly old MOT! My Laurence has always got me where ever I wanted to go in the past, and he wouldn't let me down now. So I got the baby ready, with all her stuff, and bundled her into the back of my trusty Laurence. I dropped her off at my mom's, and off I went to get some drop-dead sexy kit.

I knew which shop I was heading for, it was a small exclusive place. Everything in there cost a bomb, but what the fuck! There was only a little parking space in-front of the shop, with enough room for about four cars. I swung Laurence into one of the parking bays and jumped out. Now if Roger had seen me he'd have nagged me all day long, he always insisted on my reversing into the parking space. But today Roger could go-fuck-himself!

Now to go shopping I'd wanted to look my best, but with no new fashionable stuff, I had to go back to basics. One thing that will always be in style is showing lots of leg, bust, or flesh in any area. And that was something else that Roger had let me down on! He'd given me a target weight and waist size when our Rebecca was born, and he'd promised that when I got back down to my original nine stone, and twenty-two inch waist, he'd buy me a complete new outfit. Well I'd reached this target two weeks ago, and there was still no sign of him taking me shopping to buy the new outfit. Anyway, as I say I'd got a short skirt and a tied blouse. So I was showing lots of leg, bare tummy, and plenty of cleavage.

I walked into the shop, and straight up to the centre counter, where the man who owned the shop was standing. Then bold-as-brass, without trying to make sure nobody else could hear. "I'm looking for some really sexy underwear."

"Well you've come to the right place. Because that's all we sell here. But what kind of sexy do you want? Frilly? Skimpy? Silky? Or old fashioned lacy? That's really back in fashion now."

"I want something that doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"In that case, our skimpy range is mainly over in that area of the shop. Once you find what you want, there is a changing room at the back of the shop. If you need any assistance, just come and ask. And I hope you don't mind me saying, that I think you're making the right choice. With a body like yours, it would be a sin to cover it up."

I felt myself blush as he made his remark, but I turned away without answering him, and made my way to where he'd pointed. The stuff was so nice, it was difficult to know what to pick. I'd been browsing around for about ten minutes, when suddenly. "Do you mind if I pick a few things for you to try?" I nearly jumped out of my skin as the shop owner spoke from directly behind me.

"Err. No of course not, I'd be glad of your assistance, there's just so much to choose from."

"Even if I do say so myself, I'm a pretty good judge of what style suits what type of lady."

"Ok then, tell me what style you think would suit me."

"Well you've got such a sexy little body, you don't need anything fancy, or overstated. I'd suggest a thong, and a half cup bra. Here try this set, it's almost transparent, but it will certainly show you off to best effect. Then there's this set, still very revealing, but silk material. And then there's this lace one, not my choice, but maybe you'll like it. If you want to go and try them on, the changing room is vacant. If any of them take your fancy, you should find me around the shop somewhere, but I'm expecting a delivery to my store-room at the back, so if I'm not about, just pick up the little brass bell on the counter, and give it a ring."

I tried on all three sets, and was in love with all of them, but with price tags starting at around ninety pounds, this little lot would in total exceed three-hundred and fifty pounds! Now pissed as I was with Roger, I couldn't spend that kind of money. Even the cheapest set at ninety, would cause us a lot of financial pain. 

Then and idea hit me, I looked out of the curtains, and the manager of the shop was still milling about, so I started putting the underwear on, one set on top of the next. All the time I kept having a quick peek through the curtains, to check where he was. Then as I'd just put my own underwear back on I was having a peek, and I saw him disappearing into a door to the side of the changing cubicle. I assumed this led to his stock-room, and he'd gone to take care of the delivery as he'd said. 

Now I was panicking, I had to pull my skirt and blouse on, and get out to Laurence as quickly as I could. I made my way from the cubicle as quickly as possible, but trying not to arouse any of the other customer's attention. 

I was about ten feet from the door, when I heard a voice behind me. "Was there nothing suitable?" It was the shop owner, who was stood by the cubicle, with his hand just about to open the curtain.

"Err. No thank you." I replied as I looked back whilst opening the door. I could see he'd now pulled the curtain back. 

As I stepped out, I heard his call, "Hey! Stop! Where are the outfits?"

I ran as fast as I could, jumping into Laurence, and turning the key. He burst into life as usual, and I crashed the gear stick into reverse. Then dropping the clutch, I floored the throttle pedal, and pulled a handful of steering on. We shot off backwards, and there was a jolt, and an almighty screeching sound. I had been looking behind me, but as I swung my head to where the noise was coming from, I could see my front bull-bar had swung into the side of the car parked next to me. But I didn't stop, I kept my foot hard down, and Laurence just pushed the car sideways out of his path. It was a brand-new Jag, and as we lurched free of it, I could see we'd ripped the side open from front passenger door, along to the back bumper.

We were reversing from the parking bay, back up towards the door of the shop. I turned my head back to see where I was going, before I crashed into anything else. I could now see the shop manager coming running out of his door, only to be met by Laurence's back end rumbling its way towards him. He stopped in his tracks, and jumped clear, I rammed the stick into first, and we were off. We were in second gear before I'd left the little car-park. I kept my foot hard down not attempting to slow down as I joined the road. Luckily the traffic was light, and apart from some horn blowing, we were away without incident.

I didn't head for home; instead I drove around the city for a while to see if we were being followed. Then after about fifteen minutes driving around, I made my way back home. I didn't pick-up baby, my nerves were too shattered. So here I am, sitting here a nervous wreck. What happens now? Well one good thing, Laurence pours out black smoke, so the whole back end of him is filthy. There is no way you could read the number plate even stood up close. So I felt quietly confident that I'd got away with it.

"Ring ring, Ring ring. Ring ring," The phone, I about jumped out of my skin. I didn't want to answer it. But why? It could only be my mum, or maybe a friend.

"Hello."

"Hello. Is that Sandra Hall?"

"Why, who wants to know?"

"This is Mr Armstrong here; I'm the proprietor of 'Silks & Satins'. I just wanted to inform you that I will be handing your purse and handbag over to the police when they arrive. I expect you'll be able to pick them up from the station when they arrest you."

My heart sank, I'd been in such a state, I hadn't even missed the bloody handbag. With all the rushing to get dressed and out of the cubicle, I must have left it hanging on the peg in there. What the hell could I do now?

"Please don't call the police."

"And why ever not? You've not only stolen goods from my shop, I have a customer here, whose beautiful new car has been torn to shreds. He's just sitting down in a state of shock."

"Please I beg you; I'll bring your stuff back."

"My dear, I wish it were that simple. Even if I decided not to prosecute, what about this gentleman's car? He'll need the details of your insurance."

Now I knew I wasn't insured, so the bill for this guy's car would be out of my pocket. There was no way we could pay out for a car that must have cost about forty grand.

"I'm not insured. Sob sniff. That's why I didn't stop. Please don't phone the police, I'll go to prison."

"You are in a mess then. Don't move away from your phone, I'll ring you back in a minute."

So I sat there waiting, wondering what he was doing at the other end. Eventually, the phone rang. "Hello."

"Right my dear, I don't like talking about this kind of thing on the phone, so I'll be very brief. You be the same, just a simple yes or no. If your answer is no, I'll ring the police, and we'll just let matters take their course. Here is my proposition. I've just taken delivery of a complete new range of swim wear. I would normally hire a model for the day. If I bring my camera, and the stuff to your place, and you model it, I won't prosecute. The gentleman whose car you demolished is prepared to claim off his own company insurance, and not go to the police. Providing you let him join us, he'd like to watch you while you do the modelling."

"But what are the costumes like?"

"I said I wanted a simple yes or no. If the next word you utter isn't yes, then I'm putting the phone down, and phoning the police."

I had no real choice to make, it had to be yes. "Yes."

"Ok my dear we've got your address, it'll take us about thirty minutes, that's time for you to have a shower, and get yourself in the right frame of mind. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz." The phone went dead as he'd dropped his receiver.

So now I had two men coming to my house, to photograph me in? In what I didn't know. I went upstairs, and removed the layers of underwear, the cause of all my problems, and then I ran myself a hot bath. As I lay in my bath, I began to re-run the mornings events through my head, wondering just how I'd got myself into this bloody mess. As normally happens when having a bath, time passes before you know it, and I was still mulling the morning's disaster through my mind, when I heard the front door bell. "Shit!" I hauled myself from the tub, and put on a bath robe, then made my way down the stairs. 

My stomach was full of butterflies, as I opened the door. "Excuse me miss. Sorry to have disturbed your bath. Parcel for you, can you sign here?"

"Oh yes. Oh its ok, I'd been in there too long, I was turning into a prune."

He took the slip I'd just signed, and gave me the parcel. "I hope you don't mind me saying. But if the prunes we had for school dinners had been like you, then we'd have all been going back for second helpings." With that he turned on his heals, and was off up the garden path.

I put the parcel down in the corner of the hall, and suddenly realised that I'd still got his pen in my hand. Now it wasn't a diamond studded or real gold one, but it was a relatively expensive pen. I wasn't dressed to chase after him, so I put it on the hall window sill. I rushed back upstairs, and was about to throw off the robe, with the intention of getting dressed, when the door bell rang again. I turned around, and I was pulling the robe together as I ran back down the stairs, thinking the postman had returned for his pen. 

As I opened the door, I picked-up the pen and handed it forward. "Here it is. Oh! You're not the postman. Oh sorry." As you've probably guessed, it was the shop owner, and a man I'd never seen before.

"Thank you for the pen. Do I call you Sandi or Sandra?"

"No, sorry that's not for you." I said as I took it back from his hand, and put it back on the window sill. "Sandi I suppose. Err. I suppose you'd better come in."

"Which room, front, back, or do you want us to do it in your bedroom?" The shop manager had a big holdall on one shoulder, and a silver metal suitcase thing in his other hand. The other man had two large bags, which looked like my Husbands fishing rod bags.

"Back room, I think. I'll just nip upstairs and get dressed; I'll be down in a moment"

"Hang-on, you might as well take a costume up with you, just give me a second to open my bag."

I followed them both into my back room, and the shop owner, who I later found out was called Ted, put both his case and bag on the floor. Then he searched around inside the bag, and pulled out a bright yellow swim suit, which he handed to me. I took it up to my bedroom, and was soon pulling it on. It was a really nice costume, not over the top skimpy, but a very sexy cut. It was the kind of thing that I'd wear on holiday, to go down to the beach.

I plucked up my courage, and down I went to see these two men. As I walked in the room, they'd been busy setting out the gear they'd just carried in. In one corner of the room was a screen, three cloth covered panels, similar to the type you can find in a doctors surgery. Then there were four big lights, each on its own stand. And the big silver case was laid open, and it contained all types of camera equipment. They'd also set-up a clothes rail, and hung out a selection of costumes from his big holdall.

As I walked in, they both spun around, and Ted said. "Oh yes! I just knew you'd look stunning in that. What do you think Les?"

"You weren't kidding. She's got a cracking little body."

"Come-on then my dear lets introduce ourselves. This is Les, and you can call me Ted. We already know your name, but let's just make sure you don't mind us calling you Sandi."

"No, Sandi is ok. And please let me just say to Les just how sorry I am, for what I did to his car."

"Is that really true? Will you show Les just how sorry you are?"

"Of course I'm sorry, but what do you mean? How can I show him?"

Well by now, Les was sitting in the centre of my big three-seater leather settee, and Ted was kneeling on the floor, messing with his camera.

"Well in my book, you can sometimes say sorry with a kiss. I'm not sure if that would do it for Les?"

"It would certainly be a start."

"I am really sorry." And with that I walked towards him, and bent down to give him a kiss.

"Wait a minute. Let me get my lights and camera set-up first."

"What! You're going to take a picture of me kissing him?"

He busily positioned his lights all around, and turned them on, illuminating the whole room. Then with his camera in his hand, he rolled across the floor to a position behind me. He was laid on his back pointing the camera's great big lens upwards towards me.

"I want pictures of you doing everything. Ok, step back over me, and then come forward like you just did. But this time, lean forward to kiss Les, as you're stepping over me. I want to see your lips meeting, framed by a shot taken through your legs."

"You can't be serious?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if anyone recognises my face?"

"These pictures are just for me and Les. No one else will ever see them. When I take the ones for the display cards, I've got a masquerade mask for you to wear. It covers the eyes, nose, and cheeks, so it still allows your pretty smile to be seen."

"But you still. I mean you want me to let you take a picture from down there, with my legs open, wearing this costume?"

"So that wasn't a genuine offer when you said you wanted to make it up to Les?"

"It was, but I never expected you'd want to take that sort of picture of me."

"So, you're going to behave all childish about this? Well in that case I guess this isn't going to work. We might as well get this lot packed up, and let the law deal with you."

"No don't be like that! But are you saying that unless I want the police involved, you're expecting me to let you take that kind of picture?"

"Yes. I would have thought that would have been obvious. Surely you can't think that's a high price to pay? You've just stolen nearly four-hundred quid's worth of gear, and written-off a forty-grand car. A few pictures of you showing the gusset of a swimming costume doesn't seem much to ask?"

"But when you phoned me, you said I'd just be modelling the swimwear."

"I don't think I did. I asked if you'd model swimwear, and you said yes. But I never said that would be sufficient to pay us off for you stealing from me, and damaging his car."

"But I thought that was why you'd come here, just to take simple photos of me wearing your costumes."

"We're going around in circles my dear. It's quite simple. Are you going to let me take the shot, or are we leaving?"

"Well ok, you can take this one, but I'm not doing any dirty stuff."

"I haven't asked you to. Now stand with your left leg there, and your right leg over here, and lean forward to give Les a kiss."

I put my legs in the positions he pointed to, and bent forwards. My hands rested just above Les's shoulders, on the back of the settee. I pursed my lips, and we kissed. "Hold that pose, don't move."




Acting on Impulse



Ted was clicking away, moving from under me, to my side, and all around. But Les was taking his opportunity, to push his tongue into my mouth. I didn't like the thought, as both these men were at least forty years old, maybe even fifty. But considering my situation, I didn't resist too vigorously, for fear of upsetting them.

"Ok. I've got that one. Now sit across his knee."

I stood up, turned, and backed myself onto Les's knee, laying myself back into his right arm, which he wrapped around my back, resting his hand on my hip. Then his left hand slid under my knees, and he lifted them up and onto the settee. He then took his hand from under my knees, and wrapped it around my back, joining his other arm in pulling me to his chest. He then started pushing his tongue back into my mouth. We were in this clinch for at least three minutes, wet kissing, while Ted was wandering about taking pictures from all angles.

Then I felt Ted's hand on my right ankle, he lifted it from the settee, and pulled it across placing it on the floor, hence pulling my legs apart. I was held tightly to Les, and his wet kissing prevented me from making a verbal protest. I lifted my leg and was about to put it back onto the settee.

"Sandra my dear. Don't be awkward. If I put your leg somewhere, that's because I want it in that position. Now put it back quickly."

I did as he said, and returned my foot back to the floor, thus allowing him a clear view of my crotch. Then I felt his hand on my other ankle, and he was lifting that one up over the back of the settee! Now I was not just open, but spread wide. I could here him clicking away, but Les was keeping me busy with his French kissing.

"Ok Les, let her get up now." As soon as I heard him, I pulled my leg from off the back of the settee, and pulled myself free from Les. "Right Sandi, how do you want to do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you see that rack of costumes; I'd like to get all of them done before we go. So the less mucking about, the sooner we get finished. We've put up a little screen in the corner of the room; it will save loads of time if you get changed behind it, instead of going out to your bedroom. If you start at one end of the rack, taking a costume, and then when you're changed, put the one you've just been wearing back at the other end of the rack. There's five different poses that I want to see you model, with each costume. When you've got the first one on, just come out here and I'll talk you through the different poses. Oh here's that masquerade mask, just slip the elastic around the back of your head to keep it in place."

I took the mask, put it on, collected a costume from the end of the rack, and went behind the screen. I started stripping the first costume off, but I was having to be very careful, as this little screen they'd set-up was only about a metre wide, and provided cover from about two feet off the floor, up to about shoulder height. I'd soon pulled the one costume off, and the next one on. As I walk from the screen, he was kneeling to one side, and he took my picture.

"Very nice. That's one of the poses done. That was the full costume front view. See that's this shot." He showed me a small printed card, the type that is used to accompany the costumes on the display stand. This card was about 5 by 8 photo size. On the left top side where he was pointing, was a full body front facing picture of a girl wearing bra and panties. To the right was the same type of shot taken from behind. Then under these two larger pictures were three little square pictures, maybe about one and a half inches square. Then below this was the printed description of the item for sale. 

The three little pictures were all close-up shots. One taken from the front low down, models legs parted, showing details of the gusset. Next was taken from the same low down position, but showing the view from behind, and the model was bending forwards, legs still parted. The last was the bust, model leaning forward, showing in this case, her nipples as they pushed over the top of the half cup bra.

As I saw how explicit the little pictures were, I couldn't help saying, "My God!"

"What's wrong?"

"The pictures. Do they need to be so close-up?"

"What's wrong with them? All the gear you were looking at in my shop had display cards like that."

I guess now he'd said that, I think they did. But you just glance at them to see how much the knickers cover up, and never think some poor girl has had to model for the picture.

"I suppose so; I just never thought you'd want pictures like that."

"Well it's not much point taking your picture in a rain coat if I'm selling swimming costumes."

"No it's just the close-ups of the panties, I never thought."

"But did you think they looked over-the-top when you were in my shop this morning?"

"I guess not."

"And did you use the close-up insets to tell you what style of knickers you were looking at?"

"I suppose so."

"Well I think you've answered your own question. So shall we get on with the next pose?"

"I guess so."

"Now we'll, do your crotch area taken from behind. Once we get you in position, we can also take the bust shot at the same time. So if you come over to this chair, bend forwards, and place your hands on the arms of the chair, with your legs slightly apart. Here, I'll place a couple of coins on the floor, stand with the balls of your feet, one on each coin." I walked to where he'd put the two coins, putting one foot on top of each coin. My legs were spread about two feet apart, and about two feet away from the chair. "That's good. Now bend forward, hands on the chair arms."

I leaned forwards, placing my hands where he'd said. This felt a very revealing pose to take. "Ok Les, do you want to have a quick look before I take my picture?" Les didn't answer, but I saw him dive down onto the floor behind me, and I could feel his hot breath on the cheeks of my bottom. "Ok, let's get my shot, we've got loads more of these to get through, and some of the others will be a lot more interesting."

Once again Les didn't answer, but he got up and stood to one side out of camera shot. Ted took two or three shots, and then he came around and stood behind the chair back, facing me. "Ok head up out of the way, push your bust out." I lifted my head, heaved my bust forward, and he clicked away taking several shots. "That's a shame."

"What's wrong?"

"I'd hoped you'd get aroused when Les got down close to your crotch. Never mind, we'll do the front crotch shot; maybe that will stir up some action. Ok you can get up now." I stood up, and he walked around to the front of the chair. "Right seeing as we've got that lovely big chesterfield, the best way to do this, is for you to pop your bottom onto the edge of the seat, dead centre of the settee. I'll tuck a load of cushions behind your back; you lie back and get comfortable. Then lift your legs as wide as you can. I don't suppose you can get your legs to full splits?"

"Are you serious? The picture you just showed me wasn't taken with her legs that wide."

"I know, I complained to the agency about her, she was supposed to be a genuine pro, but she was useless. Anyway, let's get you in position." He held my hand and took me across to my settee, and as I sat my bottom right to the front of the centre, he placed cushions behind my back, until I could lie backwards fully supported. My legs were still dangling on the floor in front of me. "Ok Sandi; now let's see just how wide you can get your legs." I spread my legs until my feet were on the floor about four feet apart. "Is that it? Surely you can get them wider, or at least lift them up higher." I didn't answer, but I lifted my feet from the floor, and tried to hold them at about a foot high. "Hang on; let your feet down a minute."

As I let my feet drop to the floor, he walked across the room, took hold of a dining room chair. He brought it across, and placed it at one end of the settee, facing it inwards towards the centre. Then he turned, and fetched a second chair which he placed the other end, in a mirror image position. "Ok girl, let's have your left foot." As he spoke, he bent down, taking hold of my ankle, and helping me to spread my leg, and resting it up on the seat of the chair. "Ok next one." He now took hold of the other ankle, placing it on the other chair, thus spreading my feet at least six feet apart, and stretching my crotch fully open.

"There, that's more like it. What do you think Les?"

"Please. Is this really necessary? It's so embarrassing."

Les said, "Well I don't know if it's necessary or not, but she looks fucking amazing with her pussy spread open like that. She's given me a fucking hard."

"Well it looks like Les likes it. And yes it is necessary. I hope we're not going to get you being all prudish at every new pose I put you in? If this is what this session is going to be like, maybe we should give up now?"

"No please. I'll do it."

"Ok I still want you aroused for the bust picture; I need your nipples to be pushing their way out of the costume. I'll let Les kneel down and get a close look at your crotch, maybe that will excite you." I didn't reply, and next second Les was kneeling on the floor, his face inches away from my crotch. 

Instead of it exciting me, I was feeling scared, and thought I'd pee myself.

Then Les said, "Hey Ted, I can smell her cunt."

"Steady on there Les, there's no need for that kind of language. That won't help to get her aroused. I think it would be best if you got up now, you're not having the desired effect. I'll get some crotch shots, and then we'll have to try another method to excite her."

Les moved away, Ted started shooting, and took maybe six pictures, all very close-up. "Are you very nervous?"

"Y...yes."

"What is it, having your legs open?"

"Yes, it's so embarrassing."

"Come on then, we'll try another way." As he spoke, he was lifting my legs back to the floor. He then helped me to my feet, pushed the cushions along the settee, and sat himself down in the middle. He was still holding my hand, and he pulled me back to sit on his knee. "Ok, your legs are closed, and nobody is going to hurt you. But I need you excited, aroused, or what ever you want to call it. We can kiss, I can stroke your legs, I can stroke or suck on your nipples, it's your choice. But one way or another, I want your nipples to be standing proud. So let's be grownup about this, you're not a little girl. And I'm sure you know what turns you on?"

"I guess if you stroke my breasts on the outside of the costume, it will do what you want."

"Good girl. Like this." He was using the palm of his hand, and gently stroking across first one breast then the other. I'd expected my nipples to perk-up instantly, but although it was sending shock waves down my navel, my nipples remained soft. He now had my breast cupped in his hand, and was gently squeezing on my nipples.

"Oh god! Ah ooh." This made me squirm on his knee, and the shock waves got intense, but my nipples remained soft. 

He continued for at least five minutes, but although I was boiling up in my lower tummy, my nipples refused to cooperate. "Well my dear, looks like we need to go one step further. Would you like me to start sucking on your nipples through the costume, or if not I can get Les to stroke your legs?"

I didn't want him sucking my nipples, but I wasn't sure exactly what Les stroking my legs meant. "Where exactly do you want him to Stroke?"

"Just part them slightly, and let him stroke you around stocking top height."

"If I let you do this, you promise he won't just grab me in between my legs?"

"Come-on Sandi, don't be silly. We're here to get some pictures, the sooner we can get you worked up; the sooner we'll get this job done. But just for you. Ok Les, you heard her, the idea is to get her worked up, and I'll keep working on her tits. You stroke her legs, but only on the flesh that her costume doesn't cover, no going inside, or stroking the gusset. Ok Sandi, are you happy to go for it?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Come-on lets get you more comfortable." He sat up, lifting me with him, and turned around laying me back along the settee. Then he kneeled alongside my upper body, and started back on my breasts. I was about to question this new position that they had now got me into, but Ted intercepted my words, by gently placing a single finger on my lips, and whispering. "Ah. Ah! Just lie back, and once we get you aroused, we can get back to taking pictures." He then resumed his manipulation of my breasts, and at the same time, I felt Les putting one of his hands on the inside of my knee. I opened my legs to let him stroke me. As his hand cupped my knee, he pulled my leg towards himself, and off the edge of the settee, letting my foot drop to the floor. This opened my legs wider than I'd anticipated, but although I didn't like how far this was going, I made no objection. Now with Ted using two hands to work both my breasts, and Les stroking around my leg, and his hand getting ever higher, the feelings of anxiety were building to a climax.

Then as Les's hand reached the top of my leg, he used his free hand to lift my left leg from the settee cushion, up onto the top of the settee back, spreading me wide. The fear was now so intense I once again was worried that I would pee in my costume. I felt his finger to one side of the gusset of the costume. It was on my flesh to the side of my mound of pubic hair. He slowly drew it down, following the outside edge of the gusset. The gusset material tapered from covering up my mound at the front, to a narrow ribbon that rested in the crevice of my bottom. So with my legs stretched wide apart, as his finger traced the edge of the costume, it rubbed the outer lip of my pussy. Then as he touched the perimeter of my hole, the terror suddenly turned into a rush of excitement. My hips gave an instinctive jerk up and forwards, thus forcing his finger end inside my costume, and it entered my pussy.

I gasped, "Oh god!"

He immediately pulled it out, and then he lifted it up towards Ted. "Look at that, that's what I call wet. Looks like my ends ready. How are her nipples coming along?"

"That's it; looks like you've found the magic button. These things are rock hard now. Ok Sandi, let's get the picture." With that he was lifting me with an arm around the back of my shoulders. He sat me up in the centre of the settee, pushing the cushions to support my back. I was sat in a reclining position, with both feet planted on the floor about a couple of feet apart. I just let him manoeuvre me without any resistance, in truth, I seemed only semi-conscious.

"Ok lean forwards, and push your tits out. What's wrong? Are you ok? Do you want a drink or something?"

"I...I'm alright, just give me a minute."

"Well ok, but I need to get the shot before your nipples go soft again." 

The last thing I wanted was to have them repeat this last episode, so I mustered all my resolve, and leaned myself forward, and tried my best to push my breasts out. "Is that ok?"

"That's a good girl, just hold that a second." With that he started snapping away with his camera.

"Ok Sandi, up you get, and I'll take the back shot as you walk back to the screen. Now you know what's involved, maybe we can get a move-on, and they'll soon be done." I got unsteadily up to my feet, helped by Les, and I heard Ted snapping away, as I walked the few paces to the screen. 

I was soon changed, and walking back out. As I did, Ted was down at floor level taking the front full length shots. I walked across to the chair, placing my feet on the coins that still lay on the floor. I bent forwards, and Ted snapped away from floor level as before. "Ok Sandi, we're on a roll now, but your nipples have eased off a bit, so we'll do the front facing gusset shot next. Just get on the edge of the settee, and get your legs up onto the chairs again." I sat my bottom on the edge of the settee, and lay back, lifting my feet onto the chairs that were still positioned either side. In came Ted, camera clicking away, his lens almost touching my pussy. 

Then as he backed away, I was just about to drop my legs. "No, don't move yet. I'll just get Les to work the magic spot first." And before I could move or reply, Les was kneeling down in between my thighs, and a milli-second later, his finger was running along first one, then the other of my bulging pussy lips. This drove my pussy wild, and like last time, when he ran his finger end alongside my hole I gave an involuntary push. Now this was only one push, and the amount I moved was only very small. But Les used this as an excuse to push his finger into the side of the gusset, and up my hole at least an inch.

"Oh god! No les. Please. Not inside the costume." I said as my hands darted down grabbing his wrist, and trying to pull it from my gusset.

"It isn't me. I'm only stroking you; it's you pushing yourself onto me."

He'd pulled his finger out by now, and Ted brushed my concerns away with a simple. "Come-on then Sandi, don't worry about that now. He's got your nipples perked up, so you can put your legs down, and give them tits a good push forwards for me." It was as though nothing had happened; all he wanted was to get on with the photos. So I dropped my legs, and pushed forwards again. 

Then as I was getting up to do the walk away shot, I asked. "Does he have to get his fingers in so close to me? That's twice he's had his fingers inside my costume."

"I'm sorry luv, but it's the only way we've found to get your nipples worked up, rubbing your breasts didn't work."

I was now changing into the next costume, but I wasn't looking forward to Les with his wandering finger. "Can't you try rubbing my nipples on the outside of the costume again? Now they've already been worked up, maybe it might work now?"

"Ok when we get to that shot, Les can give it a try, but if it doesn't start responding straight away, I'm not wasting time. We'll have to go with the spot we know works. Is that a deal?"

"Yes I guess so."

In what seemed like no time at all, we'd done the first two poses, and I was again sitting on the edge of the settee, and lifting my legs for the close-up front gusset shot. This was soon accomplished with about six quick clicks of the camera, some with his lens almost touching my crotch. Then once again, I was about to lower my feet to the floor, but Ted stopped me.

"No keep your legs up, Les can kneel in between them, and reach up to stroke your nipples. That way if they don't respond, you're in position for him to work on your pussy."

Like last time, Les was immediately on the floor, but now leaning up my body, and his fingers rubbed around my nipples. 

He rubbed for about thirty seconds. "No reaction here."

"Well Sandi. There's one more thing we can try if you don't want him stroking your crotch."

"What's that?"

"He can suck on your nipples; maybe the warm wet feeling will excite you?"

"Yes. I'll try that. I'd rather have him sucking my nipples, than his finger inside my gusset."

"Ok just pull the shoulder straps down."

"Shoulder straps? What you want the costume pulling down?"

"Of course. We're getting your nipples worked up so I can photograph the costume. It would look silly if it had two big wet patches where your nipples are."

"Oh god, I never thought you'd want my top uncovered."

"Well like I said, I'm not prepared to muck about, are you getting your tits out, or shall I get Les to start back on your pussy?"

I reluctantly slid the shoulder straps off, and pulled the costume down, exposing my breasts.

Les said, "Oh yes, that looks good enough to eat."

"Well don't just sit there looking at them, get stuck in and start tucking in."

Les didn't need telling twice, he sucked first one then the other, rapidly changing sides, his hands were massaging my breasts as his mouth sucked, and now started nibbling. This was really getting me going, and I felt my pussy starting to pulse. I thought my nipples must be hard by now, but he was still nibbling from one to the other.




Acting on Impulse



"P...please. God please."

Ted asked, "What's wrong?"

"S...stop please."

"How are they coming along?"

Les took his mouth from my nipple. "They're like fucking acorns, and I'm fucking sure I can taste milk." Then he immediately started sucking again.

Ted said, "Ok, come-on then Les, fairs fair. Help her to get the costume pulled back up."

Les removed his mouth again. "Why? She isn't in any position to stop me."

"Cos I say so. Don't go and blow it. Just let me do this my way. Be patient." Reluctantly, Les moved away, and sat sulking on one of the chairs at the end of the settee. Ted put his camera down, and started to help me pull my costume back up. "Come-on Sandi, lets help you get straightened up. Tell you what. It looks like we're gonna have to get you worked-up for every costume. We'll be at this lot all day, and you'll be a nervous wreck. I'll do you a deal."

Even though I was only slowly coming back to my senses, I'd understood what he'd been saying. "What kind of deal?"

"If you'll model the three outfits you stole from my shop, then we'll call that a day."

I processed the two alternatives through my head. The outfits I'd stolen were all skimpy, one of them not just skimpy, but what material was there, was see-through. But on the other hand, it was only three. The costume rack must have had at least thirty hangers on it. I'd tried to put it out of my mind, but I'd noticed, some of the ones near the other end, were made of that thin stretchy material, and I could tell they were also very revealing. And if I was going to have Les alternating between fingering my pussy and sucking my tits for every costume, then I guess the three panty/bra sets would be the best option.

"Well Sandi, have you decided?"

"I'll put one of the outfits on, providing I choose which one."

"But you stole three."

"Yes but you know how revealing they are, you selected them."

"That's right, I did. That's why I want to see you in all of them."

"I'll do two of them, but not the see-through one."

"Ok we have a deal. Go and get into one of them, and bring the other one back down with you."

I was helped to my feet, and wobbled my way out of the room; my legs were having a job to carry me. I put on the lacy set, and made my way back down carrying the silk ones in my hand.

As they saw me in the doorway of the room, Ted said, "Oh yes! That is something! Come-on in here and let us get a good look."

After only taking a couple of steps into the room Les said, "Look at her naked belly. God I can't wait to smother her in kisses."

"Steady-on Les. Don't freak her. Come and sit down. And you might as well get that mask off now; these pictures won't be for public display."

I sat myself down, and as I was taking off the mask, Ted put his hands behind my back, and I felt him loosen my bra. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"I assumed you'd prefer Les sucking your nipples to stroking your pussy?"

"But surely you don't need my bra right off?"

"Why not, we've seen your tits already?"

Well by now he had removed the bra in question, and thrown it across to one of the other chairs. And as he eased me back into a reclining position in the centre of the settee, he said to Les. "You sit at that end of the settee with your legs hanging over the end. Then lean back and work on her tits. That'll leave me a clear view of her crotch." He was now lifting my ankles onto the chairs, thus spreading me wide open. Les was now laid down on his side, facing me. His left arm was under my right arm and wrapped around my back. The other one, was over my left shoulder, and he pulled himself to me. His mouth was suckling on each nipple in turn, sending my body wild in seconds.

"That's great, keep her going. I'm getting some super shots of her pussy as she writhes about."

Yes he was right, I was squirming around, and my body was on fire. But before I knew what was happening, he was telling Les to stop. "Oh yes. Her pussy's pulsing open. You've definitely got her going now, leave her tits, and come and look at this." Les was still laid on his side, but now he turned away from my face, and had his head above my tummy, looking down at my crotch. He reached one of his hands down, and placed a single finger end into the valley at the top of my legs. 

As I felt it make contact, I let out a gasp. "Oh ah!"

But worse than that, I lifted my hips. "You like that. Don't you?"

"No please."

"But you said I could stroke you anywhere, so long as I don't go into the costume?"

"P...Please. I...I'm b begging you." His finger end was once again stroking my pussy lips, and I had no way of controlling my instinctive reactions.

"Begging eh? But begging what? I think she's asking me to work her pussy." With that he pushed his fingers into my eager pussy, and gave me a quick frigging. I didn't speak; I put my hands down onto the back of his head to push him away. But all I succeeded in doing was to push his face into my pussy as I heaved my hips up high. Well even though I would have said stop if I could have got my words out, my body was so in need of sex, and it didn't appear to matter who with.

I heard ted say, "That's good, start working her clit."

Les must now be using both hands, as I could feel my gusset was being pulled to one side, and my clit was being stroked, sending me even crazier. Then as I once again heaved myself high, I felt his wet tongue, as his mouth locked itself to my crotch. 

Again Ted spoke, "If I stop Les working you up, and I'll let you get up from that embarrassing position. Will you do something for me?"

"W...What?" While this talking was going on, Les hadn't stopped; I was now heaving my hips in an uncontrolled manner, and I couldn't stop myself. Les was sucking at my clit, his tongue manipulating it to perfection. His fingers were working away up inside my pussy, and I hadn't got the will to fight him.

"Will you hold his dick for him?"

"Oh My God no! You aren't serious?"

"Ok, it's up to you. I just thought that maybe you'd rather hold his dick, instead of him fucking you. Cos the way you're humping, we both know you'll soon be too far gone to stop him."

"Please, tell him to stop for just a minute, I can't think straight."

"Ok Les. Just give her a minute. While she's thinking, we can try the last pair of panties on."

Les stopped, and climbed off the settee. I lay there legs still wide open, and still heaving my hips. Ted took hold of an ankle and lowered it to the floor. Les copied him lowering the other one. They brought my legs together, and I thought they were about to help me to my feet. I was about to ask for another minute, as I didn't think I could stand up yet. Then as Ted leaned towards me, his hands went under my back at waist height, and he lifted my weight from the settee. "Slip her knickers off."

"W...what are you doing?"

"We're just changing the panties."

"No please."

"Don't be silly. You're in no state to get up yet. Anyway your legs are closed, so we can't even see as much as we could before." Well by now, the knickers had gone, but instead of putting the next pair on, I was lowered back down.

"What about the next pair of panties?"

"Don't worry about them yet, let's just get you sat up. You can keep your knees together if you're worried." They helped me to sit up, moving the cushions out of the way. I held my knees tight-together like a little girl waiting in the queue for the school doctor to give her the first puberty check-up. "We could put these last panties on, but the gusset is so narrow, you know it'll just move to one side as soon as we start playing with your pussy, like the last ones did. So Sandi; have you made your mind up? Are we going to take some pictures of this last pair of panties, or will you hold his dick?"

"I...I don't know."

"It's time to choose little girl. Come-on it's not much to ask, you said you wanted to make it up to Les."

I considered my options, and thought holding his dick is gonna be less dangerous than getting them skimpy knickers on, and les working on my pussy again.

"Ok, I'll hold his dick. But I want the panties to put on."

"Don't be awkward Sandra. Just keep your legs tight together. Now do we have a deal?"

"Ok. Tell him to get it out."

"Don't be silly, we need to do this properly."

"What do you mean?"

"Ok Les, stand up. And you Sandi, I want you to strip him naked."

"Oh no. You only said I had to hold him."

"Don't argue, just get him naked, and it'll soon be over for you. But start playing awkward and I could start getting nasty." His tone of voice carried a threat, and I didn't think I ought to find out what he meant by getting nasty. 

I got to my feet, but as my legs were still wobbly, I only managed this with his helping hands on my naked waist. Then stood naked in front of Les, I started unbuttoning his shirt. He'd removed his own shoes and socks, and soon I was removing the last item of his clothes. My fingers were in the waist-band of his underpants, and as I slid them down his big dick was stood there to attention.

Then Ted said, "Good girl. Ok now me."

"I only agreed to hold Les."

"Ok. So Les won't report you to the police. But I don't see why I shouldn't."

"But we only agreed, I'd hold Les. You never said anything about holding you."

"Well I have now, so either get me stripped off, or I'm out of here, and you're in deep shit."

What choice had I? I turned to Ted, and started to strip him. All the time, I had Les's hands stroking all around my body. By the time Ted was naked, my pussy was throbbing. This was as much a reaction to me stripping two strangers, as it was to Les stroking my breasts and inner thigh.

Come-on Les, we'll sit down, and Sandi my love, you can get on your knees on the floor. They both sat on the settee, and I got onto my knees. Although getting on my knees could be considered demeaning, at least my body, or more important, my pussy was out of their reach. Les parted his legs slightly, and his big hard dick was standing up. I took hold, and was about to reach over to Ted. "Its ok Sandi, I can wait my turn. You just concentrate on one dick at a time."

I was holding it, and cupping his balls with the other hand. Ted said, "Come-on Sandi, I'm sure you can do better than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you aren't gonna milk his spunk just sitting there nursing it."

"But that's what I agreed to. I said I'd hold it."

"Don't be so naive, you knew I meant you had to wank him." But in truth, I stupidly didn't, I thought he'd meant just hold it.

"I...I thought you only wanted it holding, honest."

"Well now you know different, so come-on. Lets see you get his spunk rising."

"But I never agreed to." 

He cut me short. "So you'd rather we go and call the police, or maybe just develop some of the pictures we've already taken, and post them to your husband?"

"No please."

"Well get on with it then. Come on, try licking it." I reluctantly put my mouth down, and ran my tongue across the top of it. It shook its head, as it stiffened even harder. I'd been licking around the end for only a few seconds. "Sandra my dear, are you trying to get me annoyed?"

"No. I'm licking him like you told me to."

"Don't play the school girl. Get yourself down on that dick, and get him to spunk, otherwise you'll regret it."

I opened my mouth, and put my lips over his bell-end. Then I felt his hands on the back of my head, and he forced me down onto his shaft. Next second he was holding me either side of my head, lifting me up and down, easing it in and out. I saw Ted to one side of me, and he was clicking away taking pictures. After a minute or two, he disappeared from view, and I felt his hands on my nipples. As his hands cupped my pendant breasts, his mouth sucked one of my nipples. Les rammed me onto is dick, forcing it into my throat. "Fucking hell! She's fucking swallowing my dick. Oh fucking yes! She's fucking hot." Then as my hips started jerking, with a thrusting action. I felt what must have been Ted's fingers rubbing my clit. This only made me thrust all the harder, and his fingers found my pussy. So I was deep throating Les, while Ted sucked from nipple to nipple, and he now had two fingers ramming my pussy. Then Les jerked his spunk into my throat, pumping once, twice. In all I counted eight deliveries. Then his jerking stopped, and he lifted my head from his shaft.

Ted now got back to the settee, and beckoned me to him. I obediently took my mouth to his dick, and pushed myself onto his shaft. Now it was Ted ramming my head up and down, but before many seconds, Les had got his hands on my hips! I feared the worst, and as his feet edged my kneeling legs apart, I got ready to take his dick. But to my surprise, I felt his tongue, lapping around my bottom, and into my pussy. My body reacted by ramming back onto him. We were in this position for a few minutes, before I felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. As I felt Ted shooting his cum into my throat, my pussy erupted like a volcano, squirting sticky cum into Les's face. I've never squirted in my life before, and this orgasm left me on my back, writhing about on the floor, legs wide open. This went on for some minutes, with my two instigators looking on, Ted also snapping away with his camera.

"Well my dear. You've certainly come out of your shell now." Said Ted when I eventually calmed down. "Come on let me help you up." Ted helped me to get myself to the settee and sit down, still of-course naked. "Do you feel ok?"

"Yes. I just feel so embarrassed."

"I don't know why. Your performance was exceptional."

"Can I get dressed now?"

"Course you can. If I was you, I'd nip up and have a quick shower, while Les and I put this gear away."

I did as he'd suggested, and now I was walking back downstairs, showered and fully dressed. "Ah here she is, our little super star. How's that feel now?"

"Better thanks."

"Why? Didn't you enjoy that little session?"

What can you say to that? They'd got me so hot, I'd orgasmed like never before, but I could hardly tell them that.

"It was alright."

"ALRIGHT! Jesus girl, if that was just alright, I'd love to be involved with you when you have a good time. Now come-on Sandi, tell the truth. Surely coming like that isn't an every day occurrence?"

"Well no. But."

"But nothing. Tell the truth, you really enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Ok. I did, but I feel so ashamed now."

"Ashamed of what?"

"What I just let you two men do with me."

"But we all enjoyed it. You were outstanding. And nobody got hurt. So why feel ashamed?"

"I'm married, and three hours ago, I hadn't even met either of you."

"Look Sandra, if you want to feel ashamed, think of what got you into this mess. You were the one who drove her car without any tax, MOT or insurance. Then you stole goods from my shop. Then you destroyed this man's lovely new car, it was less than six months old. A forty grand motor car! Now that is something you should feel ashamed about. But what you just did with us; was nothing, just harmless fun. As for being married, your husband never needs to know, so it won't hurt him. But if you hadn't given Les his blow job, then your husband would be really hurt, he'd be paying for the rest of his working days, to cover the cost of that car. So in my book, all you're doing is trying to make things easier for your old man."

"I guess what you say is right, but I still feel like I'm cheating on him."

"Well let's just assess your situation. You stole from me. Would you agree, it was about £350 worth of gear you stole?"

"Yes. About that."

"And we already know you've written-off Les's car, and that's at least forty grand."

"I know. But it's done now, and I can't undo it. All I can say is sorry."

"But that's not true, you can do more than just say sorry. You've already shown Les you can do him little favours to make amends."

"Well yes, but I don't want to do that again."

"Oh I see. One blow job, and you think the slate is wiped clean. He could get a high class pro to give him a blow job for £50, and you think that makes up for forty grand's worth of damage?"

"What do you mean?"

"Surely you didn't think Les would be satisfied with just a quick blow job? And that he'd walk away singing and dancing?"

"But that was what you asked me to do."

"Yes, and like I've already said, you did a good job. But you must know it will take more than that to settle this debt?"

"So you want me to do something else for Les?"

"Too right! And not just Les, I think you owe me more than a blow job."

I knew the next step was to let them fuck me, and in truth, his reasoning was right, I had only sucked their dicks. And although he reckoned this was only worth £50, to me, I felt like I'd earned the full forty grand already. 

"Ok. What do you want me to do to pay my dues?"

"Like I said to you before, you're not a school girl. You know what we want."

"Ok, if I let you, then that's it? My debt is paid?"

"You're as bad as Les. A little patience would go along way. Why don't you just take one step at a time?"

"What? Even if I let you fuck me, you'd want more?"

"Did I say that?"

"No but."

"But nothing. Lets just see how good you are in bed, and then we'll see if you're all paid-up?"

"So if I do good, and please you both, you'll be satisfied?"

"We're getting nowhere again. It's quite simple. Are you going to fuck or not?"

I turned around and walked to the door. "I assume you want me in my bedroom?"

"Yes, you lead the way. Come-on Les, looks like the little lady's ready to do the business."

So as I climbed the stairs, I had two strangers following me, and I knew I had to fuck both of them.

Now in the bedroom, I turned and saw Ted had swapped his camera with the big lens, and now had a large video camera, with a built-in frame that carried two big lights.

"Hey! Come-on! That's not fair."

"What do you mean fair?"

"Look I'm letting you both go to bed with me. Please don't film it as well."

"When will you grow up? You're up here to be fucked, and the least you can do is let us have something to remember you by. Tomorrow, this will all just be a memory. Ships that passed in the night. But with this, we can re-live it. Now get yourself stripped off, Les is ready to go."

He was right; Les was stripped and lying back in the middle of my bed, a semi-hard dick in his hand.

As I started stripping, I felt the heat as the big flood lights shone on my back, and then as they got ever brighter, they lit-up the whole room. I did my best to ignore the watching eye of his camera, and I was soon stripped naked. I climbed onto the bed, and got my mouth onto Les's dick. He reached to my hips, pulling me around to the sixty-nine position. In no time he was hard, and thrusting at my windpipe. Whereas I was heaving my hips, which rubbed his tongue the full length of my slit.

Then Les said, "Come-on Sandi, get yourself onto my dick." His hands were now manoeuvring me around, and I was soon astride his hips lowering myself onto him. I was dripping wet, and it just slid up effortlessly, until my crotch met his brush. I leaned forwards, and he took one of my nipples into his mouth. So here I was humping for all I was worth, with Ted filming every detail of the action. When Les spoke up. "Ok. Hold up a minute."

I stopped my heaving. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want you on your back."

So he wanted a change of position, no problem, I got up, and as he moved away, I lay back in the middle of the bed. He took hold of my ankles, spread them wide and Ted brought his camera in for a close-up. Then he lifted my ankles up towards my shoulders. "Here, take hold of these. Keep them way up high." I took hold, and he pushed his dick back up my pussy. Holding my legs like this, I was not able to do the fucking, and I'd expected him to get right back into a thrusting action. But instead, after his slow push up my pussy, he pulled it back out. Then he was rubbing his bell-end up and down my slit. Caressing my clit at one end, then going down as far as my bottom at the other and circling it around my hole. 




Acting out a Creampie!



I was on my way home from work. It had been a busy week at the office. Every day this week, when I got home, I was either exhausted or Sandy was already asleep. 

We had talked on the phone, but that couldn't take the place of her warm body next to mine.

I had told her, that I would make it up to her by taking her out. She already had a baby sitter lined up. I was anxiously awaiting some action with her, later.

When I got home, Sandy looked disappointed. 

"Sweetheart, Julie's got a temperature. I gave her some medicine. It seems that it's worked, but we can't chance it," she said.

Julie was our youngest of three girls. We had our children spaced pretty close together. For Sandy's part, she never kept the weight on. She was an aerobics' buff and is in great shape. 

I was disappointed that we couldn't leave, but hoped that we could still catch up on some intimacy later on.

When the kids went to bed, I waited for Sandy in the bedroom. While I waited, I decided to surprise her. I opened her drawer and got out her vibrator. Maybe I could use it on her and add a little spice. When she came in, she looked a little tired, but still very sexy. 

She slipped out of her clothes and stood in front of me completely naked. It had been a week since we made love and we were both ready.

I told her to lie down next to me. No sooner was she on the sheets, than I was upon her. I kissed her mouth and she thrust her tongue back in mine.

I felt up her body and she grabbed my cock. I was already hard as stone and my cock was dripping. She broke our kiss to speak.

"I see someone missed me. Why don't you put on the T.V. and order a hot movie for us to watch," she said.

I quickly did so and the movie appeared on the screen. It started out with a ménage trio. There were the usual two girls and a guy. One was a blond and the other was a brunette. They started off with the blond girl sucking off the man.

Sandy said, "I have an idea. Let's role play the movie. I'll be the blond girl and you be the brunette girl and of course the guy. We each do whatever that person on screen does."

How can I be in two places at the same time?

Sandy said, "Just be the guy when he's on screen and when he's gone, you become the girl."

This sounded easy, so I agreed. Sandy looked pleased, too. When I looked back up at the T.V., the actor was getting a blowjob from both of the girls. Sandy slid me into her hot mouth and started sucking my cock.

Being a smart-ass, I asked her if she wanted me to bend over and help her suck it. After all, one of my characters was doing it.

"If you could suck your own cock, I'm sure you would have a done it a long time ago. Why don't you suck off my vibrator, if you feel like sucking on a cock?" she replied.

I guess I deserved that answer. She was right about one thing. If I could suck myself off, I'd never leave the house.

She was giving me great head and I hadn't cum in a week. So I knew I'd never last as long as the stud on TV or so I thought. 

Sandy was working miracles with her mouth. She would take me in deeply and then pull me out until just the tip was inside. 

I especially liked it when she would hold me in her hand and just lick the underside. Then look up at me with her beautiful dark eyes. 

I thought I would lose control when she started to massage my balls with her hand. 

Thankfully, the girls stopped sucking him just before I popped. I tapped her on the shoulder to let her know they had stopped. 

The scene now showed him fucking the brunette, while the brunette was eating the blond out. 

I thought this would be a good time to pretend to be my brunette character. It would also give my cock a chance to cool off. So I told her to lie back. 

I spread her thighs apart and gazed at her pussy. It was beautiful. Sandy keeps it shaved and her lips were glistening and pink. 

"See anything on the menu that you like?" she asked.

I nodded yes. Involuntarily I licked my lips. 

"Good, because it's all you can eat tonight!" she laughed.

I leaned in and was greeted with her aroma. It was magnificent. I stuck my tongue inside her and wiggled it all around. That's when I tasted her honey. 

Sandy moaned her approval. I felt her hands grab the sides of my head. When I looked up at her face, I saw she was watching the movie. This really turned me on.

In the movie, my character was eating the blond girl like a pro. Sure, they would cut to the guy occasionally, but the focus was definitely on the girls. 

I ate her with gusto. Her juices were really flowing now. So I flattened my tongue out and went after her clit.

"Oh, that's it. Suck my clit. I missed you so much this week. My pussy is on fire," she growled.

I put my tongue into high gear, for my lovely bride. I knew the guy was fucking the girl at the same time on screen, so I got an idea. 

I reached over and grabbed the vibrator without her seeing it and slid it deep inside her pussy. She arched her back and moaned out loud. 

"You're a genius. That feels so fucking good. Fuck me with it, just like he's fucking her on the screen. 

Please, go faster with it and don't stop sucking on my clit either. I'm going to cum all over your fucking tongue. Don't stop. Faster, go faster" she pleaded with me. "I need to cum so bad!"

I did what she said and sure enough, she was starting to cum. She was thrusting her hips up and down and grabbing onto my head. I was waiting for her explosion when, all of a sudden, we both heard crying. 

Sandy stopped and sat up immediately, as if she was waking from a trance. She almost broke my nose in the process. Then she quickly grabbed her robe and was gone.

I felt bad for her, because I knew how close she was. A few minutes later, she returned. "It was just a nightmare. Her fever is still gone, but mine isn't."

I was afraid the moment had passed. Apparently, all it did was delay the final outcome.

"Where were we? I see your character is still fucking. Why don't you try that? I think I'm still a little wet from before," she kidded.

I was thankful she was still in the mood. She got on all fours and then presented her beautiful ass to me. After three kids, she still had a great body. Boy was I lucky. 

I slid up behind her. I thought about sticking my tongue in between her ass cheeks and licking her pretty little hole. But before I could, she reached back and grabbed my cock. It was hard as nails.

She guided it to her hole and I plunged it into her pussy. I buried my cock in her in one long stroke. Her pussy was hot and wet, beyond belief, and she moaned loudly as I penetrated her.

I got in the same rhythm as the stud on T.V. She had been ready to cum from before and the stud had been fucking the blond for over twenty minutes on the screen.

So, I figured that we'd all end up coming together pretty soon.

I did my best to hold out for about ten minutes. When I felt my semen begin rising up in my balls, I was thankful that my character was cumming also. I didn't see him pull out of her, so this must have been an internal cum shot or creampie.

No matter. I was about to do the same. My balls were full and ready to explode. This long week without sex had taken its toll on me.

The cum started traveling into my cock. I told Sandy, I was about to come. I buried myself to the hilt. When I started to pour into her, I thought I would pass out.

I felt like an erupting volcano that was spewing an endless river. I pumped load after load into her. She pushed her ass back into me, encouraging me to fill her up. I didn't need any more encouragement. 

I swear that I came longer and harder than the actor on screen did. 

When I finally stopped, I slowly pulled out of her. As my cock popped out, it made a lewd "shlupp" sound. 

I knew I had just filled her hole impossibly full, with my "cum of the century."

I rubbed my cock all over her pussy and ass hole. I squeezed out the remaining cum from my cock and smeared it all around. 

I had made quite a mess and I was quite proud of myself.

I heard her exclaim, "Wow that was a good one. My entire pussy feels like it's full of your hot cum."

I fell to my back, exhausted. When I looked up, I saw that Sandy's head was hanging down. I asked what was wrong.

"I didn't cum yet and I was so close."

I had forgotten. She had almost came before, but had to stop short when my daughter started crying. I felt terrible. What could I do? 

So I told her that the movie wasn't over and not to worry. When I said that, she lifted up her head. 

She looked at me with a confused, but hopeful look on her face.

"Aren't you out of commission?" she asked.

I told her the guy was through, but maybe the brunette had more to go. 

I figured it sounded good even if the movie was over. I didn't know what else to say.

When we both looked at the screen, we saw that the movie wasn't over. In fact, it was far from over; much to my dismay. The girls were still very busy in the movie. 

It was then that I realized what kind of predicament I had just got myself into. It seemed this was a "creampie flick".

The stud had disappeared from the screen and the brunette (my character) was on her back. The blond (her character) was on top of her enjoying a sixty-nine.

My mouth got a little dry. I knew what I would have to do. Plus, I would have to make it look like I really wanted to do it. 

I told her to come over here and sixty-nine me too, just like on T.V.

"I know you can't be serious. You just came in me two seconds ago and you came a lot. Trust me; I'm a real mess right now down there. 

Did you even look at the screen and see how much cum is running into her mouth right now?"

I replied, "I'm sure I didn't cum as much as he did. Besides, she looks like she's enjoying it." 

I kept telling myself that it was just, a little, cum in there. 

"I'm telling you. You don't have to do this for me. I'll understand. She's enjoying it because she's a pro and probably used to doing it. Plus, she's a she and you're a guy.

That's a lot of cum we're talking about here. Won't you be put off by it?"

I said, "Please, I want to."

She looked at me strangely for a second.

"Well, don't let me talk you out of it. If you're sure of this, I'll be forever thankful. I'm so close to cumming right now, I'm ready to explode!"

I said, "It's only a little cum."

She smiled and said, "It's more than a little. I am going to really enjoy this. Here you go then, enjoy!"

She quickly turned around and lifted her leg over my head, as if not to let me change my mind. I began to dread what was coming next, but I couldn't let her know it.

When I looked up, I saw her pussy was a real mess. 

I could smell my own cum and there was a lot of heat emanating from her crotch. 

I was wishing now, that I hadn't cum so much or that I hadn't smeared my cock all over her pussy and ass. 

She planted her pussy squarely on my mouth. I heard her say, "Yum, yum, yum and, Bon Appetite!" Then I heard her giggling. 

I extended my tongue, and as soon as I made contact with her pussy, she moaned. 

I heard her say," I can't fucking believe you're doing it! You're really going through with it. This is so hot."

I licked all around the outside of her pussy entrance. There was a little cum out there. It tasted a little salty and strange, but not too bad. 

I thought to myself, "She swallows my cum all the time and never complains." So if that was it, I was in good shape.

So I then decided to put my tongue deep inside her and suck. I would certainly look like a hero for getting her off, especially because it was after I came. 

How many guys could say that? So I pushed my tongue in again and gave a really big suck.

She had been sucking my cock. It was still soft, but her lips and tongue felt good on me. All of a sudden, she stopped and pulled me out of her mouth. 

She sat up straight on my face. I wondered what she was up to. Then I heard her speak to me in her sexiest voice.

"Oh, that's it. That feels so good. I thought you were just being nice, but I see now that you really do enjoy this. You are such a kinky man! 

I'm going to sit up on your face like this, while you eat me. That way, you'll I can control your tongue."

I wasn't prepared for what happened next.

All of a sudden she sat down with her full weight on my mouth and it was like the floodgates had been opened. I got the biggest mouthful of thick, hot, sperm. 

I had seen the size of my load before, when I had jerked off. But your body must know the difference. A pussy milks every drop out of you.

The sperm began to coat my mouth as it poured out. It was thick and salty. Strangely enough, I found it to taste pretty good. 

It was the consistency and heat that made it unique. It reminded me of some thick, hot syrup. I dug my tongue into her, looking for more.

She squealed. "Keep sucking! You're getting a lesson, today, on what we women go through.

You just got a real treat, if I'm not mistaken. I felt a gallon of your cum pour out of me. In fact, I think you just swallowed more than the bitch on the TV screen."

She started to grind her pussy forward and back on my face. She was really turned on and so was I. I just kept digging into her pussy with my tongue and swallowing.

"I'm so glad I didn't marry one of those pussy boys who are afraid to taste a little cum for their wife every once in a while; or a lot of cum, for that matter!

You better keep swallowing or you might choke!" she laughed.

She was really having a good laugh, at my expense. I didn't mind. I loved every minute of it. 

Now I understood why my dick hadn't gotten hard again. My balls had been sucked completely dry by her pussy. 

When she sensed that I had sucked her clean, she started to fuck my tongue and ride my face. She was going to make sure that she received her share of pleasure now. 

I thought she was close to cumming. She kept having little orgasms, but the big one was being quite elusive.

"This is feeling so good. I know I'm being bad, but I keep telling myself not to cum. Please, use the vibrator again and suck my clit, too. I'll cum real fast, then."

I did as I was told, but I could tell she still wasn't in any hurry to cum. Every time she looked ready to pop, she would move a little in order to extend her time on my face a little longer. 

"Are you getting tired? I still don't want to cum yet. This feels too good for it to end. I never want you to stop."

It was if she was a little girl on her favorite amusement park ride. I moved my mouth a little and to speak and told her to take as long as she wanted. 

After all, she was my wife and the mother of my children. 

She squealed with delight when I told her to take as long as she wanted. So she settled back down, for some more slow and sensuous tongue work by, yours truly. 

I licked and sucked her for at least another twenty minutes. I kept working the vibrator in her as best as I could. Finally, she started to breathe very heavily. 

So, I started to work her clit extra fast with my tongue. She tensed up and rocked back on my face.

When she came, it was like thunder. She was almost howling and I was afraid she might wake the kids.

Her juices poured out of her pussy and around the vibrator. So I pulled it out and put my mouth over her hole. 

Her pussy was contracting over and over in her orgasmic bliss. I sucked real hard and received a big mouthful of her sweet cum, this time.

She fell over next to me. She was completely exhausted. When she crawled up to my face, she kissed me. 

"Oh my gosh. That was awesome. Thank you so much baby. I had so much fun tonight. I have never cum like that before. 

What made you want to do that? I mean, I have never had someone eat me after they had cum in me before. I never even heard of such a thing. 

Did you really enjoy it or did you think it was "kinda" gross?" she scrunched up her nose at me when she asked this.

I told her that, "At first I was scared, but I really wanted you to cum tonight. I knew that you were full of my goo, but I didn't care. 

When I saw how much you began to enjoy it, I relaxed and began to notice that I was enjoying it, too. If you must know, it tasted really good. I know it sounds weird, but I liked it."

"I'm definitely a lucky girl that you found it so tasty." She grinned at me and winked. "You are so nasty."

I asked her what she thought.

"At first, I thought it was kind of odd. After all, every guy who I ever knew couldn't get away from their stuff quick enough.

Then it occurred to me that if society thinks it's acceptable for a woman to swallow, why not a man? After all, it's not like it was someone else's. So I got past my hang up and let you do your magic on my pussy."

That comment made me feel much better. "I was afraid you wouldn't want me to do it again."

"Are you kidding me? You won't be able to keep me off your mouth from now on. That much I can promise you. I've never had an orgasm that intense before."

So, I decided to risk some more embarrassment and ask her if all semen tasted as good as mine.

She had confided to me years ago that she had always swallowed, even before we were married.

She smiled. "I have to say that we're both very lucky about the taste of your cum. Some semen is bitter, but not yours. 

I had a few boyfriends in the past that had pretty lousy tasting semen. I never swallowed them more than once. But yours has always been sweet. Why do you think I've been swallowing it all these years? 

For once we both agree on something. We both think your semen is sweet." She started to laugh again and this time I joined her.

"Also, don't think that you always cum that much. Remember, we didn't have sex in a week. However, after the way you treated me today, that won't happen again. 

If I'm going to have to get used to sharing it with you, then you'd better start taking your vitamins." 

I didn't think there was going to be much of a problem with that.

"I'll tell you what. I won't be stingy. I'll let you swallow it all for a while, but on one condition." 

I never heard her talk like this to me. It was down right sexy. "What's condition?" 

"As long as you keep sucking it out of my pussy the way you did tonight. You can have it all. It's just too bad we waited ten years to try this.

Now, you're my new little cum sucker!"

We both laughed and shared a long kiss. 

"I love you. I'll see you in the morning, stud." She smiled and rolled over to go to sleep. 

I was proud of myself. In the act of trying to be a good husband, I had given her an earth shaking orgasm. 

We also discovered something new that would spice up our sex lives and keep our marriage strong.

I hoped there was a good movie on tomorrow. I think I already know how it ends.



Acting Out A Fantasy



Jess smiled to herself as she picked her way through the crowds and the street performers filling the Royal Mile. It was a warm August evening, almost too warm for the long black coat she wearing, but Jess didn't mind; it was all part of her plan.

The coat she was wearing stopped just above her knees, revealing her slender but shapely lower legs, over which she was wearing finely meshed stockings. Jess's favourite pair of black high-heels and slender-framed sunglasses finished the look.

As she approached her destination, Jess realised that she was becoming almost uncomfortably warm. She couldn't decide whether this was down to the heat of the early evening sunshine or the increasing anticipation that was growing within her.

As she approached the café, Jess saw him sitting there, just where he said he would be, casually reading a newspaper. He looked up but neither of them gave even the slightest flicker of recognition as Jess walked past his table and into the café to get a drink for herself.

Inside, it was even warmer and, as she waited to be served, Jess became increasingly grateful that he had chosen a table outside; not just because it would be more comfortable, given how she was dressed, but because it also added to the level of naughtiness of what she was going to do.

Finally, having been served, Jess made her way back outside. The early evening sun was bright and, while it was still warm, thankfully, it was noticeably cooler than it had been inside.

Jess made her way over to where he sat. Putting her drink down on the table, she asked, "Mind if I sit here?", addressing him as if he were a total stranger, pushing her sunglasses up over her fringe so that he could see her face. As Jess spoke, with her back towards the crowds, she undid the coat's belt, letting it fall open, revealing that, beneath the coat, she was naked except for her stockings and a lacy black suspender-belt.

A thrill of delight ran up Jess's spine as he looked up; a hungry grin spreading across his face that brought a warm blush to her cheeks. She stood there, exposing herself to his scrutiny for several moments as his eyes explored her. As the seconds ticked by, Jess became increasingly excited by the prospect that someone else might see her. His gaze lingered on her pert, shapely breasts. Jess followed his eyes as they moved slowly downwards to drink in the view of her smooth and increasingly moist pussy.

The sense of excited anticipation grew almost too much for Jess to bear. She shifted her weight anxiously from foot to foot as she endured his gaze, certain that, at any moment, someone in the crowd would notice what she was doing. At the same time, Jess could feel her pussy growing wetter with every passing second.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he smiled. "Sure. Be my guest," he said before seemingly returning his attention to his newspaper.

Jess let out a soft sigh of relief as she covered herself up, fastening her belt before sitting down. Her cheeks were burning, and not just from the heat of the early evening sunshine, as she took a sip of her tea.

Feigning an air of indifference as she sat there, Jess idly watched as he tapped a message into his mobile-phone. Seconds later, she felt her own phone vibrate in her coat pocket. As casually as she could manage, Jess drew her mobile from her pocket and read the message that he had just sent her.

"Play wth ur pussy" it read.

Jess looked around quickly. Satisfied that she couldn't be overseen, she parted her legs slightly and slid one hand inside her coat. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as she slipped her fingers between her moist folds. The temptation to cry out grew stronger as she slowly slid one, then two fingers into her pussy.

In her heightened state of arousal as she worked her fingers slowly in and out, Jess became increasingly aware of the crowds of people nearby; all of them going about their business, seemingly unaware of what was going on almost directly under their noses. The realisation that anyone of those countless people might be able to see what she was doing turned her on even more.

Of course, someone was watching her, a fact that Jess was reminded of when her phone began to vibrate again.

This time the message read: "Opn ur coat. I wnt 2 c more".

Slowly, not taking her fingers from her pussy, Jess shifted her weight, pushing her chair back slightly. With her free hand, she pulled the bottom of her coat open slightly. With just the slightest shake of his head, he let Jess know that he wanted her to reveal more.

Jess adjusted her coat again.

He shook his head.

Blushing, partly from embarrassment, but mostly from her extreme state of arousal, Jess opened her coat further.

Again, he shook his head.

From somewhere, Jess found the courage to comply once more. With her heart in her mouth and a look of pleading in her eyes, she looked at him.

He hesitated. The seconds ticked by. With her fingers deep in her pussy, Jess froze as she waited for his response.

Finally, with a smile, he nodded. Jess allowed herself a small sigh of relief before continuing. She almost cried out with frustration when, almost immediately, her phone came to life again.

"Opn ur legs jst a ltl bit more" the message read.

Painfully aware that if anyone were to look out through the café's window, they would almost certainly be able to see what she was doing, Jess spread her legs as far apart as she dared.

Her phone remained silent. His head remained still. Jess allowed another small sigh to escape as she set about pleasuring herself once more.

Under his scrutiny, with her fingers working rhythmically in and out of her pussy while her thumb pressed against her clit, Jess felt the tension and pressure for release build within her. Bolts of pleasure, as intense as lightening, surged through her. She wanted desperately to cry out, give voice to her pleasure. The need to remain silent combined with the brazen naughtiness of her behaviour only increased the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing, heightening her ever growing need for release.

Her phone buzzed once again. "Cum 4 me Jess. Cum 4 us bth!" it read.

Freed by his explicit command, Jess drove herself on, almost oblivious now to the bustling crowds all around her.

Her clit began to throb. Jess pressed her thumb firmly against it. The walls of her pussy began to contract around her fingers, gripping them tightly. Spasms ran through her womb. Jess longed to cry out, giving voice to her release. As her body began to shake, she fought for control, trying desperately not to be obvious, not to draw attention to herself as her orgasm grew stronger.

Her heart pounded. With every beat, the intensity of her climax grew higher. The evening had grown milder as the sun sank behind the Royal Mile's tall buildings, but Jess barely noticed. Her body was on fire as her orgasm held her in its grasp. What she wanted most at that moment was to feel his cock thrusting inside her, taking her hard as she rode the surging waves of her climax.

Finally, Jess could endure no more. She let her fingers slip from her pussy but made no move to cover herself. Fighting to regain control, she could see him smiling. There was a hunger in his eyes; a hunger that matched hers.

As the energy of her orgasm dissipated and her breathing became less laboured, Jess became increasingly aware of her surroundings; aware of the people around her; aware of what she had just done; aware that here, In the heart of Edinburgh's festival, she herself had, in her own way, become one of the performers.

The performance wasn't quite over. Slowly and very deliberately, Jess raised her fingers to her mouth. Their gazes locked. Jess smiled then began to lick her fingers clean, suggestively drawing each finger into her mouth, removing every trace of her juices from their surface. She took a long sip of her drink then, with a smile and a wink, she adjusted her coat, hiding her tender and very wet pussy from view.

Once again, he tapped a message into his mobile-phone. "Tht ws soooo hot! U hv gt me V. Hrd!" it read.

This time Jess replied. "I hope so! All the better 2 fuck me wth!"

He flashed her a smile. Seconds later he stood up and walked off.

Jess smiled. It was all part of the plan. For now, she would finish her drink and then, in a few minutes, she would follow after him.

As she got up to leave, Jess cast a quick glance through the window of the café, catching the eye of one of the customers inside. He smiled at her then winked. Jess felt her cheeks burn as the realisation dawned on her that at least one other person had witnessed her performance. Her embarrassment quickly passed, replaced by a returning sense of arousal. She smiled and winked back then turned and walked away. Even the growing realisation that it would be a very long time before she could show her face again in that particular café couldn't dampen her sense of elation, nor her mounting anticipation for the next stage of her plan.

With her excitement growing once more, Jess waited for what seemed like an age for the pedestrian crossing to change to green.

Crossing the road, Jess walked as fast as she could in her heels; wishing, not for the first time that evening, that her chosen outfit allowed for slightly less precarious footwear.

He was waiting for her, as agreed, at the top of Blackfriar's Street. He smiled hungrily as he saw her approach.

Jess kissed him. As their lips pressed together, his hand slid inside her coat to begin caressing her soft skin. "Mmmmm," she sighed as his hand lightly stroked her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple.

With a laugh, Jess pushed him away. "You evil git!" she teased, "I could've died when you made me keep opening my coat further and further." The words tumbled excitedly from her lips. "Did you know someone was watching me from inside the café?"

He laughed. "I counted at least three," he said. Jess's cheeks, already flushed with arousal, turned a deeper red. "Don't worry," he continued, teasing, " They probably thought you were one of the street acts."

Jess made a face. "That thought did occur to me," she admitted. "Anyway," she continued, "Your last text mentioned something about you being hard." Slowly, and very deliberately, Jess placed a hand on his groin. His cock was already hard but it stiffened further as she lightly rubbed and squeezed it through his jeans. "Mmmmm," she murmured dreamily, "Looks like you still are. I think I'm going to have to do something about that, and soon." She flashed him a mischievous grin and took his hand. "I know just the place," she said, "Follow me."

As quickly as Jess could manage in her heels, she led him down the hill on to the Cowgate. A few minutes later, they found themselves at the entrance to the small close that Jess had in mind.

"Quick, in here," she said quietly, gently pushing him in the general direction that she wanted him to go in. They quickly came to an alcoved doorway. "If we're quick, we should be safe here," she said, "Unless we're disturbed by someone else who has the same idea, that is."

He laughed. "The voice of experience?" he teased. Jess blushed even more deeply; it was all the answer that was required.

Hidden from view in the doorway, with their lips pressed firmly together, Jess slid her hand down the front of his jeans. His already stiff cock twitched in response to her touch.

Jess wasted no time. Unzipping his jeans, she crouched down in front of him. She smiled hungrily as she released his cock from its confinement. "My, my! Who's a big boy?" she teased as she stroked his cock with her fingers. "I know I'm going to enjoy feeling that inside my pussy."

She flicked her tongue lightly over his swollen knob. "Ohhhh, Jess!" he sighed as she licked along his length.

"One thing." Jess chided, playfully, "Try and give me some sort of warning before you cum, if you can. It costs a fortune to get this coat dry-cleaned." With that, Jess wrapped her lips around his swollen knob and drew his cock into her mouth.

"Oh! Oh fuck, Jess!" he moaned as she slid her lips quickly back and forth along his length. Sucking hard, Jess wrapped her fingers around his shaft, working them in tandem with her lips.

Feeling the pressure mount, he gripped Jess's head with his hands and began driving his cock into her mouth with short, stabbing thrusts.

There was no subtlety or tenderness involved. As he fucked her mouth, Jess responded in kind, sucking harder and increasing her pace. His breathing soon became laboured, his cock was a rigid as steel, his knob became increasingly swollen in her mouth.

"This... This is so... so good!" he groaned, thrusting hard, driving his engorged knob roughly into the back of her throat.

Jess spluttered briefly, almost choking as tears trickled down her cheek, but she quickly recovered, getting back into her stride.

Gripping his buttocks as he fucked her mouth, Jess could feel his tension mounting. His gasped, almost strangled, "G... getting close, Jess. C... can't h... hold on much lo... longer!" came as no surprise to her.

Using one hand to restrain his thrusts, Jess slid her lips back along his cock until only his swollen knob remained in her mouth. She rubbed his shaft with her free hand as she sucked hard; rich, salty pre-cum oozed from his cock on to her tongue.

"Oh... Oh f... fuck! Oh Jess! C... can't hold on! I... I'm c... I'm cum... I... I'm cumming!" he groaned.

Still stroking his cock, Jess relaxed her mouth in readiness to receive his load. His cock pulsed in her grasp. "Ah! Mmmmmah! Ohhhhh fuck!" he groaned as he erupted, sending thick jets of hot cum into Jess's waiting mouth.

Jess swallowed hard as his cum flooded her mouth, determined not to spill a single drop. His initial torrent quickly subsided, allowing Jess to let it pool on her tongue so she could savour its rich, salty taste before swallowing it down.

When, finally, Jess sucked the last drops of cum from his still quite rigid cock, she used her tongue to lick any remaining traces from his shaft before tucking his cock back inside his jeans and zipping them up.

"I think someone needed that," she said, getting to her feet and straightening her coat, making sure that her somewhat questionable modesty was preserved.

"Oh fuck, Jess, that was... that was indescribable." he said.

Jess smiled then kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Glad you enjoyed it," she replied. "I do hope you don't take too long to recover though," she continued, "I want to feel that nice, thick cock of yours in my pussy, and I don't want to have to wait too long. After that show I put on for you, and anyone else that was watching, and now this, I'd say the very least you owe me is a bloody good fucking, the harder, the better."

He laughed. "OK. It's a deal," he said.

Jess kissed him again. "Good! Now let's get out of here," she said, taking his hand and leading him out of the close, back towards the Cowgate.

It took them about half an hour to reach the car park where he had left his car. As they walked, Jess would stop from time to time to pose next to some landmark or building of interest, holding her coat open while he used his mobile-phone's built in camera to take photographs of her. Each time she stopped to reveal herself, Jess experienced a thrill of excitement. Just the thought that she might be caught in the act by a passer-by proved to be a huge turn-on for her. Posing for a number of snaps outside the Scottish Parliament, Jess was particularly gratified to receive a number of whistles and cat-calls. Looking up, she identified their source. A couple of youngish men, students most likely, Jess thought, were leaning out of the window of their flat.

Jess smiled. Letting her coat sleeves slide down her arms to gather at her wrists, she stood, fully exposed for a few moments. The men clearly appreciated her gesture. The whistles and calls grew louder until, almost reluctantly, Jess covered herself again.

By the time they reached his car, Jess was almost bursting with excitement. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. She wished she had the courage to let him take her there, in the middle of the car park, bent over the bonnet of his car as he fucked her hard from behind. Just the thought caused an excited shiver to run up her spine.

Tempting though the idea was, it was too much even for the brazen exhibitionist within her. Jess shook her head and smiled. It didn't matter; they were only a few minutes drive from the slightly less public picnic spot on the side of Arthur's Seat where, she hoped, the next part of her plan would be put into action.

On reaching the car park, it was, as she had hoped, deserted. They parked as far from the entrance as possible. From past experience, Jess knew that while, from here, she could see the road and so be warned about the possibility of being disturbed, from the road, they wouldn't be seen.

It was still warm as she stepped out of the car. Jess walked around to the front then perched herself on the bonnet. As he stood in front of her, his hunger for her written clearly on his face, Jess slowly pulled her coat open while, at the same time, she spread her legs wide, opening herself up for him.

"Well," she said as he stood, watching her intently, "Don't just stand there staring. My pussy isn't going to satisfy itself, so get over here and do what needs doing!"

Smiling, he stepped towards her. Standing between her outstretched legs, he balanced himself against the car bonnet and leaned forward.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" Jess cried as his tongue licked along her slit and over her clit. Reaching down with one hand, Jess gripped the back of his head, pulling him towards her. At the same time, she used her other hand to play with her breasts, cupping and caressing them, and teasing her nipples with her fingers.

As had been the case when Jess had sucked his cock back in the close, there was no tenderness in the way he attacked her pussy with his tongue. Jess squirmed and moaned with pleasure as his tongue worked its way between her moist folds, darting in and out of her pussy and flicking over her clit.

Once again, the element of danger, the risk of discovery, the delicious naughtiness of the whole situation, heightened Jess's sense of arousal. Not caring if she was overheard, this time, Jess gave voice to her pleasure, moaning as the sensations in her pussy spread through her body.

The sensations as his tongue beat against her clit grew stronger with every touch. Reaching behind her, Jess gripped the edge of the bonnet to stop her from slipping as her hips began to buck.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh yessssssssss!" Jess cried as her womb began to contract. 

As the sensations intensified, Jess lifted her legs over his shoulders, relying on him to stop her from slipping as she released her grip on the bonnet so that she could play with her breasts.

"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" Jess moaned as her climax peaked, subsided, then peaked again, over and over.

Jess pinched her nipples, multiplying the power of her orgasm. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh fuck yessssssssss!" she cried, surrendering herself to the waves of ecstasy that surged through her.

Lost in the powerful grip of her climax, from deep within, Jess found the strength to moan, "Enough! Enough! I... I want to feel you in me. I need to feel you in me, now!"

Giving Jess's throbbing clit one last lick, he stood up. He quickly undid his jeans. "Fuck me please! Fuck me now!" Jess pleaded. He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him. Jess felt the head of his cock press against the entrance of her pussy. She closed her eyes, anticipation building as she waited to feel him slide into her.

Agonising seconds ticked past for Jess as he teased her; rubbing the head of his cock between her wet lower lips. The frustration was almost too much for her to bear. "Give it to me!" Jess demanded, "Give it to meeeeeaaaahhhh, mmmmm, ooooooohhhhhhhh!"




Acting Out A Fantasy



My wife Catherine and I have been together for almost a year. She is 5-5 with a curvy figure, and she still drives me crazy. I often get turned on just thinking about her, and we make love nearly every night. The only thing I don't like about my sex life with her is that when I am fucking her I have to wear a condom, because she doesn't want to take the pill. Once I tried to talk her into taking it and she just said,"If you don't want to fuck me with a condom on I'll find someone who will."

Even though I love my wife and our sex life is great I sometimes surf the net for porn. The pictures that turn me on the most are the ones where two guys are fucking a girl. I love to look at the pics where the woman fucks one guy while she sucks the other one off. I also like to read erotic stories about group sex.

One day I was sitting at my desk at home looking at porn and I didn't hear my wife come in. She walked into the room and I was sitting in front of my computer with my dick out stroking. I tried to put it away quick, but I looked ridiculous with my hard dick poking out through my underwear.

I thought my wife would be mad, but instead she laughed and walked in and looked at the computer screen. She wrapped her arms around me, then reached into my underwear and pulled out my cock. She whispered in my ear, "I want you to surf through the porn like you usually do, and I will look over your shoulder and hold your cock."

I thought this was odd, but I was really turned on. Cathy wet her hand with salvia and put it on my dick and started to stroke up and down. I clicked on an mpeg of a large breasted blonde woman sitting on one guys lap while she sucked off another guy. The picture came to life with the woman bouncing up and down on the man's dick while she sucked the other one off.

"What's on the other screen," my wife whispered into my ear. I clicked on a screen that I had minimized and it was an erotic story I had been reading. "Read it to me."

She was slowly stroking my dick and I was hard as a rock, but she never stroked fast enough for me to come. I could feel her breath on my neck and her breast pressed against my back. I read her the story so she wouldn't stop stroking, but I didn't think about what was in the actual text. The story was about a guy who was cuckolded by his wife and friend. The wife gets so horny that she forces the guy to come in her and she gets pregnant.

As my wife is stroking me I am getting harder and harder and she starts to whisper in my ear, "Wouldn't you like to watch me fuck some body?" and she started to stroke me faster. I was lost in the fantasy and said yes. Then she ask me to tell her about it.

"You're having sex with someone we know and I'm watching you be seduced. You try to resist, but you just get carried away." I'm breathing hard. Then she whispers in my ear, "Is he wearing a rubber."

"No." I say and I feel myself start to cum. Almost immediately after I come I say, "I'm sorry, I got carried away."

She gives me a kiss and then she says, "It's okay, you can't help what turns you on."

I was thankful to have such a hot and kinky wife.

***

It was about a week later that Cathrine called to tell me she had invited a friend from work over for dinner. I didn't even know the friend was a man until I got home and met Tom. Tom was about my height and skinny, he was a young, black professional that worked at my wife's office. He was wearing a tie and pants.

As my wife made us a spaghetti dinner I talked to Tom about his work and life. He was a really polite guy and we were getting along great. We were both fans of the New York Yankees and we both agreed they would turn it on at the end of the season. Then dinner came out and we sat at the table and my wife poured us all a glass of red wine. My wife was delighted that Tom and I were getting along.

After we ate my wife poured another glass of wine and walked into the living room. My wife put on some jazz music and I sat down on one end of the couch and Tom sat at the other. My wife sat in the middle. We made some meaningless conversation, and then my wife said, "It's been a long day, I need a foot rub." My wife got up and poured some more wine in the glasses, and then she laid down on the couch with her head in Toms lap and her feet on my lap, "You guys don't mind do you?"

I knew my wife was playing games with me, because she knows her feet turn me on. So I start to rub her feet. "Mmmm. That feels good," she said. "I'll pay you back later tonight."

Tom broke in, "Sounds like you guys are going to have some fun."

Yeah, I said, playing along, "We know how to have a good time."

The tension in the room had started to get thick, and I felt the blood rushing to my penis. My wife took her toe and ran it along the outside of my pants, feeling my shaft beneath. Tom looked at my lap, and I was thinking he would excuse himself.

"Am I making you guys excited?" my wife said, I looked at her and realized she must be able to feel tom's penis through his pants. I wondered if he was hard and turned on like me. Tom looked at me to see how I would respond. I thought back to the evening when Cathrine had found me with the porn, and I knew I was in dangerous territory, but I also felt like Tom or Cathrine wouldn't do any thing that made me uncomfortable.

"I'm getting exciting, what about you Tom."

Tom said, "Actually, I hate to admit this, but I can see down the top of your wife's shirt.

Cathrine was wearing a tight white shirt and tight black pants. It was a sexy outfit, but one she could wear to work. I felt her foot stroke my cock a little more, and I could tell she wanted to experiment so I said, "What about you sweet heart?

"I'm getting my feet rubbed by one hansom man and I feel another hansom man's cock swelling under my head. How could I not be turned on?"

My wife then sat up and said, "I think we should have a little fun. We're all a little tipsy, and anyone's welcome to stop it all at anytime, but I'm feeling a little wild." Then she pulled her shirt over her head and ran her hands over the outside of her bra. She was wearing a shear bra and her nipples were visible through the lace. My penis almost hurt with the strain under my pants, and I thought Tom's must be the same. Then Cathy said, "I'm going to suggest that you two take off your clothes.

Tom looked over at me and I shrugged. I got up and started to unbutton my shirt. Tom got up and did the same. I was a little intimidated, because when Tom and I got our shirts off it was obvious he worked out and I didn't. His body was not big, but was well defined while I was white, skinny and undefined. Then we both dropped our pants and we sat down and took off our shoes. Last we both stripped off our underwear.

I had never seen a black man's penis before, so I was curious and I had to look. His penis wasn't behemoth, but it was a little bit larger than my 7 inch rod. I guessed it was about an inch longer. We were both hard, although I think I was a little more excited as my penis really stuck straight up and looked like it was about to explode.

Then Cathy said, "Good boys." She slowly pulled down her pants and then she said, "Now, I'm going to lay down the ground rules. First, only my husband can remove my bra and panties. My tits and my pussy belong to him, and only he can give others access. However honey (she looked at me with serious, but sultry expression) if the panties come off then I get to decide where my pussy goes. The second rule, if one of you comes, the other one comes too. I want everything equal. So if you come you have to sit in the time out chair and watch until the other person gets a chance to come. And the third rule is that you have to wear a condom to put your dick in me. It's been about two weeks since my period, and I don't want to get pregnant. Honey, go get the condoms." 

I got up and went into the bedroom to get the condoms. I opened the drawer and there was only one condom left. I was upset, but I grabbed it and went back into the living room. "Only one," my wife said. I nodded, "then I guess only one of you will get to fuck me, or else I might get pregnant. I wonder which one of you it will be?"

I sat on the couch and my wife started to kiss me and she touched my cock. I started to feel her breast, but Tom's hand was there, so I put my hands to the side. Then my wife turned and she started to kiss Tom and she reached into his lap and started to slowly squeeze his cock. I looked for a moment and thought I would come. It was really hot seeing my wife touch another man. Tom's black hands created a contrast against my wife's white skin that was striking.

It occurred to me that I should remove her bra, so I reached around the back and unhooked it. She lifted her arms and she gave a slight moan as I removed it. Then I leaned over and started to kiss her breast. She moaned again. I opened my eyes and I had a perfect view of her hand gripping Tom's cock, a drop of pre-cum already formed on the tip.

I reached between her legs and felt her damp panties. I ran my hand up and down the length of vagina with only her panties between my finger and her cunt. I thought about removing them, but then I remembered the rules and I was afraid if I removed them now she would fuck Tom, and with only one condom I wanted to fuck her, although I thought about how great it would be to watch. Cathy then started to kiss down Tom's chest and I pulled back to watch as she kissed down his abs to his cock. She kissed all around the sensitive tip and I saw Tom close his eyes and moan. Cathy turned and got on all fours while she was sucking Tom.

My wife's panty covered pussy was directly in front of me, and I was so horny I was about to come. I knew it was risky, but I wanted to make sure I got to use the condom to fuck her with. I thought about how nice her wet pussy would feel and I could think of nothing else. I decided to pull off her panties and to fuck her. First I opened the condom and slowly unrolled it down my penis. I was so turned on I thought I would come. Next I started to pull down Cathrines panties and she turned around and said, "Are sure honey, once those come off my pussy goes where ever I want it to go."

After the warning she turned back around and lowered her lips back on to Tom's cock. My penis was throbbing inside the condom, and I could smell my wife's pussy. I touched it and I could feel the warmth and I was filled with the need to have it. I wondered why she had warned me, and I considered the idea that she would fuck Tom, Even though I had fantasies about her fucking someone else I wasn't sure that I wanted it to go that far, especially since I had already put on the last condom.

Then I looked down at my cock and I could think of nothing but sinking into my wife. I pulled her panties down and off, and then I mounted her from behind. She moaned and I started to fuck. Almost immediately I felt my balls start to tense up and I knew I couldn't last long. At first I tried to slow down, but it was too late so I thrust two times quickly and I felt myself give way to an orgasm. I closed my eyes and pushed deep inside my wife filling the condom with a large load of my semen. Then I slowly pulled out and Cathy pointed to the time out chair. I went to sit in it and I pulled the condom off of my dick.

It hit me then that I was sitting in a chair looking at my wife naked with a black man. I realized I had been tricked by my wife, but I took solace in the fact that she said that he would have to put on a condom to put our dick in her, and we were out of condoms. I thought I might enjoy seeing her suck him or jack him off, and at least I could handle it.

My wife then sat up and started to kiss Tom again. His hand roved gently over her breast and nipples and then down to her vagina. He started to move his hand around and she started to moan. He picked up the pace and she started breathing harder. She stopped kissing him and spread her legs and laid back on the couch. Tom moved around and dropped between her legs. I watched as he started to give her oral sex. She moaned and touched her head and then her breast. "Oh god, I'm going to come oh god." She started to moan. After about another minute Cathy yelled,"Oh fuck yes!" and I could see her toes tighten and I could feel the waves of pleasure going through her body. I was amazed at how quickly she had come and how strong it had been. I wasn't sure I had ever managed to get her that turned on. I felt a little inferior, but my own erection had already returned. I wanted to join in again, but the rule was that I had to sit in the time out chair until Tom came.

Cathy then pulled Tom into the chair and slowly started to suck his cock. The she pulled her head off revealing his rock hard member. Now it looked a good bit bigger than mine, and I was afraid that if she felt it inside of her she would realize how much smaller I was. Cathrine turned around and sat down in Tom's lap. She was facing me and she was stroking his cock, which was between her legs. Her pussy lips were kissing the top of his cock as she looked me in the eyes and said, "This is your fantasy baby, Do you want me to fuck it?"

"You don't have a condom." I replied weakly. I didn't want her to fuck it because his dick was so much bigger than mine, and because I didn't want her to get pregnant with a black baby.

"That's not what I asked sweetheart. This is like the stories you read. I want to fulfill your fantasies." Her voice started to grow impatient and forceful, "Do you want me to sit on his cock and ride it? Do you want to see it going in out of me? Do you want me to fuck it?"

She continued, "If you're a man you can end this right now. I'll just jack Tom off and tell him to go home. But if you want me to fuck it, just touch your dick. If you don't have enough control over yourself to keep from touching your dick I'll know you want his dick inside of me."

I watched as she rubbed the outside of her pussy up and down his cock. She moaned and held his dick close to her pussy. I could hear him breathing heavily and I saw the look of ecstasy in her eyes. I could also feel my own penis getting harder. I could feel the horniness rising to the top of my penis and I wanted nothing more than to touch it. Only the thought of my wife getting pregnant by another man was holding me back.

"It looks like you like what you see sweetheart. It looks like you want me to sit on his cock. Why don't you touch your dick?"

" I don't want you to get pregnant. I'm not sure I want this." Those words were hard for me to say, but I forced my self to say them. Even though I wanted to see them fuck, I wasn't ready to be humiliated with a black baby.

"Okay sweetheart, but I have to make him come. His dick feels really good between my legs. What if I sit on it for just a second? What if he promises not to come inside of me?"

Then Tom said, "Man, touch yourself. I won't come inside her unless I see you come. If I see you come though I know you must really be turned on by seeing my dick in her, and I'll do you the favor of knocking her up."

"See sweet heart, just touch yourself. It will feel so good and it would be so naughty to see him inside of me. Just touch yourself."

I looked at my wife sitting on his lap with her legs spread and her pussy rubbing the top of his cock. I felt my hand reaching for me penis. "Good boy, good naughty boy." My wife said., I watched her and listened and then I felt my hand wrap around my penis.

Then my wife rose up and ran the tip of his dick along her pussy and then she slowly lowed herself down on to it. "Oh god, that feels so good. It's so much bigger than yours baby. This is so naughty."

She moved slowly sliding up and down on his cock. She was breathing deeply and disjointedly at first, but she grew more ecstatic. She didn't seem to know what she was saying, but she started to speak, "Oh yes, naughty husband...you want to see me fuck this big black cock. Oh god it feels so good. I'm not sure I can stop. I bet you want him to come inside me too. I bet you come all over yourself."

I had never heard her talk like that before, but I had read it in stories. I realized she must of read some more of my stories. I watched as she picked up the pace, and with out thinking I was picking up the pace too. Then she said," I feel his dick growing inside of me, It's so big. I think you want him to come inside me."

Then it hit me, this would be a black baby and I would be humiliated. I let go of my penis even though I was on the verge of coming and I breathed deep to fight it off. I really wanted to finish myself as I looked at my penis throbbing in front of me, and I knew if I grabbed it right now cum would shoot into the air and down my fingers, but instead I said, "We should stop now, this is going to far."

"Come here." She motioned for me to come stand beside her. She continued to rock slowly on Toms cock and she motioned for me to stand on the couch beside them. My penis was sticking straight out just below her mouth and I could feel her breath on it and I was afraid I would come, but I was too excited to step away. In an out of breath voice she whispered "Come on my tits baby." And as she spoke her lips gently rubbed against my cock.

"No, I don't want you to get pregnant." I said, but I didn't move away. I left my penis in front of her, at her mercy. I was beginning to want her to pull it. I wanted to come and part of me wanted Tom to fill up me wife.

She then grabbed my cock and started to pull it. She stroked it gently and then she put it deep in her mouth and got it wet with her spit, and then she pulled it close to her chest and rubbed the head of cock against her nipple. "Come on my chest. This is your fantasy, to be cuckolded. Make it come true baby. I see your balls getting tighter. I know you want this. Come on my tits."

She was bouncing up and down on his cock and she was stroking me quickly. I felt waves of pleasure building inside of me stronger than anything I had felt before. I knew I shouldn't do this and I started to pull away and Cathy's hand slipped off of my cock, but then I felt the orgasm. I closed my eyes and I felt the thick stringy liquid shoot from the end of my dick on to Cathy's chest. It started to run down over her nipples. When Tom saw it he said, "Oh fuck, yes. Finally" And I could see him thrust hard upward. Cathy let out a yelp as my cum fell on her chest and I knew Tom was coming deep in her pussy.

"Oh god, it feels so good. I feel him coming in me, "She screamed as she closed her eyes and had an orgasm of her own.

She continued to slowly rock on Tom's cock, and then gently she lifted herself up. His cock fell flatly to the side, and it was wet with the mixture of there orgasms. Cathrine laid down on the couch exhausted.

I got down off of the couch and Cathy told me to sit down. "You can go home Tom." She said and he started to get dressed. When he was dressed he leaned over and kissed her, then he turned to me and said, "I'm glad I could help you." Then Tom left.

When Tom got dressed and left Cathy laid in the middle of the floor and spread her legs. "I want you to eat me out."

"Tom just came in you, I don't want to do that."

Cathy reached between her legs and started to masturbate with one hand while she rubbed my cum over her nipples with the other. I was thinking about what had just happened and I expected to worry. I felt myself start to get hard again. "It looks like you want to taste baby, why don't you taste."

I felt as if I was acting compulsively, as if I had no control. I dropped to the floor and started to gently kiss Cathy's cunt. Then I put my tongue out and tasted. It was slightly bitter but not bad. Cathy put her hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me toward her. She held me close and I felt myself getting aroused so I kissed her and started to explore her with my tongue. I now tasted her and Tom mixed together and it aroused me more. She started to come again and I felt more of Toms come and I swallowed. After two orgasms I was rock hard again.




Acting Out A Fantasy



Cathrine pulled me up and kissed me and I tried to enter her, but she pushed me off. "You're not wearing a condom." She said. Then she grabbed my cock and started to stroke me off. She took her finders and dipped them inside of her cunt and used the juices to massage my cock. I was again really turned on and my cock was wet with come and spit. She started to lick my nipple and then massage my balls as she stroked me. In just a few seconds I had come again. She then pulled her cum covered body close to me and she whispered in my ear, "I love you. I'll fill any fantasy for you. As soon as I find out I'm pregnant with Tom's baby you can fuck me all you want with out a condom. I wanted to protest, or ask her not to have the baby, but with the thought of her growing stomach and with her naked body next to me I was starting to get hard again.



Acting out a Fantasy



My heart stopped.

I was always so careful. I was a pro at this. I was shocked I didn't hear him coming this time. I was—I was face down on the bed with my own panties in my mouth, my right arm woven underneath my body between my legs to keep the vibrating bullet in place—THAT place—and he just stared at me with his mouth gaping while the steam from the shower he had just left dispersed behind him. 

Tense from being caught in such a state I had to make my jaw relax enough to let the panties drop to the bed below.

A soft and uncertain "Hi" escaped my lips, and the corners of his mouth turned up into just enough of a smile to let me know I hadn't gone too far.

"Been reading a little too much Literotica?" he asked.

My husband knew I had the higher sex drive; we had discussed this. He knew I masturbated while he was in the shower; we had discussed this too. He also knew I had some pretty crazy, far-out-there fantasies about bondage, exhibitionism and force for we had discussed this as well. My husband was many things: strong, handsome, intelligent, funny and, above all else, understanding. He had tried on more than one occasion to act out my fantasies with me, but his gentle nature made it impossible for him to even pretend to force me into anything that seemed to make me uncomfortable, and his comedic presence meant that we both broke character too easily to complete any type of scenario successfully. Our sex life was in no danger, so I stopped pushing for his involvement. When the free time presented itself I browsed erotic literature and photos, adding to my own repertoire of fantasies to act out in my mind while I ... took care of myself in the mornings during his daily showers, which, today, resulted in me acting out a certain "Panty Mouth" story so enthusiastically, that I did not hear the shower cut off. 

"Sorry," I said. "I know this looks really weird. I was just trying something new."

"Did you ... um ... did you like it?"

I suddenly became aware of the heat in my cheeks. Married to the man five years, and I'm still blushing over a conversation about sex. 

"I kind of did," I explained. "But I know this stuff makes you uncomfortable. Can we just forget it and move on with our day?"

"Of course," he replied, smiling gently.

I busied myself with laying out my clothes for the day. We would be heading out of town for Thanksgiving dinner with his family that evening. I chose a long black and white striped skirt and a form-fitting black top to achieve a comfortable yet elegant look for the day's tasks. I also pulled out a simple beige bra and beige panties and tossed them on the bed before stepping into the shower. I returned from the shower moments later to find my everyday bra and panties replaced with my black and pink lace bra and matching panties. I paused at the edge of the bed, excited by what this meant. This was like something a dom would do to his sub in one of my stories and was most definitely out of character for my gentlemanly husband. The excitement was mixed with apprehension that left a small knot in my stomach. What, if anything, does he have planned after this?

Our three hour road trip began without much ceremony, and I quickly became lost in my fantasy world, reliving some of my favorite scenarios. A full half-hour from our hometown husband breaks the silence from the driver's side.

"You're going to want to be wet."

I glanced over quickly and expressed my many questions with only a puzzled look and a wrinkled brow.

"By the next mile marker," he said. "You're going to want to be wet because I'm going to bend you over the center console and fuck you."

The air in my lungs caught and my vision went blurry for just a moment, as I realized he was serious. Though the usual gentleness in his voice remained there was also a new firmness that made it clear this was not a discussion. It was daylight. The road was lightly trafficked but only two lanes. I was wearing a skirt and was aware how easy the access would be. Put simply: I had no trouble meeting his demand as I now felt my body warm to a flame behind the lacy panties. The thought of the exposure out here combined with this forceful man I loved who had demanded sex from me in this moment had me soaked within seconds. It was exciting, it was scary, it was—about to happen. There was the mile marker.

And there went my air again. The car pulled to the shoulder at the mile marker. I locked eyes with my husband, and tunnel vision blocked out everything else. I heard the console drop between us. He simply nodded at me and directed his eyes to the console in a quick motion. I pulled my skirt up enough to straddle the console over the middle seat. 

"Grab the handle bars on the back of each seat and lean forward," he directed. "You will not move out of this position, and you will not let go of those handle bars until I tell you to."

My right hand moved to the right handle bar behind the driver's seat. My left hand moved to the handle bar behind the passenger's seat. My head hung over the back seat, dropping lower as his hands raised my skirt up past my knees, my thighs, then my ass and let it rest on my lower back. So far—no cars.

"Hope you followed my instructions," he said as he used a finger to push my panties inside me. I gasped at the friction. In and out went his finger; in and out went the black and pink lace. This new sensation left me writhing until it ceased. Leaving me little time to recover, he lifted me up at the waist and slid my underwear down to my knees and over my left foot, followed by my right. As I settled back onto my knees, I heard the first car. I looked up to see that it was traveling in our lane. With any luck the driver would not be able to see my now bare backside up in the air. 

My husband leaned forward and reached around my mid-section to lift my shirt over my head and pull my bra down enough to expose my nipples. With a pinch and a pull for each, he straightened back up and without warning impaled me with his dick. I hadn't even heard him unzip. He must have done it as the car passed. He slammed into me forcefully, making it difficult to maintain my grip on the handle bars. On the next thrust, I dropped my hands from the handle bars and gripped the back seat.

"Handlebars," was all he said as he let his open hand land hard across my exposed right cheek.

Back into position I worked harder to do as he asked. I gladly submitted to his forcefulness and found myself so turned on that I let out several loud moans and finally a scream as a second car passed, coinciding with my orgasm. He leaned forward, still thrusting, and gave my nipples another pinch, another pull, and a third car passed. The threat of exposure was exciting but even in my delirium of another mounting orgasm I knew that there was little way to see what we were doing with my husband pants up and me ducked down in the back seat. Still, though, it was exciting enough that I let loose with my second orgasm as my husband's warm cum filled me, and he let out a satisfied groan.

As he withdrew, a good bit of cum spilled out with him and ran down my slit. It was time for the one part of sex I'm not fond of—the clean up. I let go of the handlebars and began to back into the front seat again.

"Handlebars."

Then smack! An open hand came to a quick rest on my left cheek. 

"Somebody let the power go to his head," I thought to myself and settled back into my position—knees on either side of the console, ass in the air, hands on the handlebars, head over the back seat and breasts swinging freely over the floorboard.

This time I heard the zipper as my husband readjusted himself, but I was quickly surprised again by a finger re-entering me. The insertion caused more juices to escape, and they began to trickle down my legs. I felt two fingers from each of hands —the thumb and forefinger—pinch away a bit of the viscous and quickly cooling fluid. Both hands quickly found their way to my exposed, hanging breasts caught between my bra and my shirt. His thoroughly wetted thumbs and forefingers massaged my nipples briefly—a little too briefly as my nipples were left cold and quite wet when he removed his hands. 

"Was that good?" he asked.

"It was very good," I replied.

"How good?"

"It wa—"

At that moment my panties, crotch first, were shoved into my mouth. It was a good thing I was speechless because anything I had to say would not have been heard anyway.

My mind was racing. We had already had sex, yet the panties made me have to wonder if this was just round one of whatever he had planned. I didn't have to wonder for long. Still gripping the back handlebars, still lifting my ass in the air, still dripping with cum, I felt the car begin to pull away from the side of the road. 

Three cars had already passed, but I had been mostly blocked by my husband's body. Now I was—oh my God. I was so exposed. The console between my knees left my most intimate parts splayed open for anyone to see. The cum dripping from me made me feel so dirty. Now that we were moving I couldn't hear the cars anymore. Had anyone passed us? Were they paying attention? Could they see? What would happen if—

HONK! HONK-HONK!

My husband chuckled. "There goes one truck driver who will have a story to tell his buddies."

Out of embarrassment I tucked my ass down below the cover of the dashboard.

"I wouldn't do that," my husband admonished. "Display that pussy I just fucked or I will drive you through a busy parking lot in the next town I see.

This was humiliating yet still the most exciting thing I had ever done. I was still turned on. I let out a little moan through my gagged mouth and pushed my backside up even higher.

My husband responded by resting his right hand on my lower back and drawing his finger through the juices that still ran down me. His finger made a trip back up my slit again, dragging the moisture with it and landing just outside my asshole. A couple of slow circles around the opening, and I knew what he'd try next. As he slipped it inside, I discovered another new sensation I liked as my nerve endings reacted to the fullness of this foreign object circling inside me. 

He removed his finger just before the car left the pavement and hit a gravel driveway. The car came to a stop. 

"You may release the handlebars and sit up," he ordered. "Put your hands behind your head."

I did as instructed, and my skirt fell into place finally giving me some coverage. With my hands behind my head, however, my breasts were still out in the open. After giving each nipple one last pinch and pull for good measure, my husband replaced the cups of my bra over my exposed breasts and pulled my shirt back down over my head. 

"We have arrived for dinner," he explained. "We will go in now, and you may not clean yourself until you have made the rounds and said hello to everyone. Do you understand?"

I tried to say, "yes," but with the panties still in my mouth, all I managed was a muffled grunt and a nod.

"Good. Let's go," he said.

My eyes widened, and I shook my head. I couldn't get out of the car in front of his family's house with panties in my mouth. That's not sexy, that's humiliating. 

"Just so you know, I've been reading up on this Literotica site of yours, and I have some very creative ideas on how to punish a sub who denies a request," he said firmly. "Now, step out of the car."

With my brain screaming, "NO," I put my hand on the door handle and met the cool November air as I opened the door. I put one shaky foot on the gravel drive, then another. My husband met me on my side of the car and gave me his arm for the walk to the door. My knees shook and grew weaker with each step. By the time we reached the door I was near convulsions. 

His hand reached for knob of the closed wooden door. My stomach turned, my vision blurred and panic took complete hold of me. Just then he stopped and turned toward me. 

"Did I do a good job," he asked, "with your fantasies?"

I nodded enthusiastically, my eyes wide and pleading.

"From now on will you include me in acting out your fantasies instead of doing it behind my back while I'm in the shower?"

I hung my head as pangs of guilt and shame hit me. I nodded again, and he held out his left hand. "Spit," he said.

I used my tongue to work those damn panties out of my mouth. They fell into his open palm, and he put them into his pocket. He put his right hand behind my head and pulled me in close to him, kissing my forehead. 

He turned towards the door once again and opened it for me. "We're here!" he called.

"Hope you guys are hungry," his dad called from the kitchen.

"I'll bet my lovely bride is starving," my husband teased. "She's hardly had anything in her mouth all day."



Acting Out A Fantasy



The walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate him as his cock slid slowly into her. "Ohhhhhhhh, that feels good," Jess moaned, wriggling her bum closer to the edge of the bonnet so that he could enter her more fully.

As he began to thrust, Jess wrapped her legs around the back of his. He gripped Jess's hips as he drove his cock into her. "Oh God, yessssssssss! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Jess demanded, reaching down to tease her clit as his cock pounded her pussy.

Almost immediately, Jess's orgasm re-ignited. Her body shook, her head tossed from side to side as waves of pleasure washed over her. Unlike earlier, where the proximity of the Royal Mile's crowds required her to remain silent, the apparent isolation of their location allowed Jess the luxury of being able to give full voice to her pleasure.

Letting her climax subside at last, Jess forced herself to a sitting position. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as he fucked her.

Although the sensations as his cock penetrated from this unconventional angle were novel, Jess quickly found the position uncomfortable. Their lips parted. "Stop a second. I want you to fuck me from behind," she whispered in his ear.

Unlocking her hands from behind his neck, Jess sat back. He pulled out. Experiencing a sensation of emptiness where, just seconds before, she had felt stretched and full, Jess wasted no time getting into position, eager to feel him inside her again.

Gripping her hips as Jess braced herself on the car bonnet, he entered her with a single, hard thrust.

"Yessssssssss!" Jess gasped as his cock filled her pussy once more. Taking her weight on her elbows, Jess played with her breasts as she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Oh God! Your pussy feels good, Jess!" he moaned as drove his cock into her with long, hard strokes.

"Your, ahhh, cock, ohhh, feels, mmmm, good, ohhhhhh, in mmmmmme tooooooo..." Jess replied.

The sound of a car on the road above intruded on them suddenly. They froze, ready to cover themselves if it should turn into the car park.

Agonising seconds ticked by until, eventually, the sound faded away as the car carried on along the road.

"That was close!" Jess exclaimed, her heart pounding as a result of their near discovery. "I wonder if they saw anything?"

"Probably not," he replied, "If they had, I suspect they'd have driven down here to take a closer look."

"Good point," Jess agreed, with a slightly nervous laugh. "Now, where were we?" she enquired, "Oh! That's right; you were giving my pussy a damn good seeing to! Do you think we might continue with that?"

"Sure!" he replied, driving his cock forcefully into her pussy once more.

"Better pick up the pace," Jess said almost reluctantly, "We might not be so lucky next time."

His only reply was to grip Jess's hips more tightly as he increased his pace.

Once again, Jess reached back with one hand to tease her clit while the other hand squeezed and tugged on her nipples. The walls of her pussy flexed around his cock, gripping it tightly as it powered in and out.

With her clit throbbing beneath her fingertips, Jess knew she was on the verge of another overpowering climax.

"That's it! Ohhhhh God! That's it!" she moaned as the spasms in her pussy spread to her womb. "Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me! Ohhhhh please keep fucking meeeeeaaaahhhh!" she urged as the sensations intensified with every powerful thrust of his cock.

The contractions in her pussy increased its tightness around his cock. With every thrust, the pressure within him mounted. His own approaching climax added to the urgency of his strokes, causing him to fuck Jess harder. "Getting close... Can't take much more..." he groaned, his voice strained.

Lost in the throes of her own overwhelming orgasm, Jess's only awareness of him was of his cock mercilessly pounding her pussy. His ragged breathing and strangled groans as he strove to hold back were almost completely lost on her.

Cumming hard, Jess only distantly heard his almost tortured moans. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jess! Ohhhhh Jesssssss!" he cried as he reached the point of no return.

His body collided with hers, pressing her hard up against the car bonnet. "Mmmmmmm, aaaahhhhhh!" Jess moaned as she felt the warm wetness of his eruption flood her pussy.

Letting her fingers slip from her throbbing clit, Jess reached back further to stroke his balls as he emptied his load into her. His hips still moved; short jabbing thrusts that he had no control over as he pumped his cum into Jess's pussy. Jess pushed her hips back, pressing herself firmly against him, squirming on his cock as the energy of her orgasm began to ebb away, savouring the sensation of their shared release.

Finally he pulled out. Turning, he slumped against the bonnet of the car as his strength deserted him. Once again, Jess experienced the sensation of emptiness where his cock had been, but she didn't care. He had given her the fuck she had needed so badly. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she took his cock into her mouth, savouring the taste of her own juices on him as she sucked and licked him clean.

Sitting in the car once more, Jess gave a rueful shrug and sighed. "Looks like I'm going to have to get this coat dry-cleaned after all," she said as his cum trickled from her pussy. She laughed. "Oh what the fuck," she continued, "It was worth it!"

"I'd be happy to pick up the bill," he said, "It was partially my fault after all."

Jess leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be silly," she replied, "It's very sweet of you but, if I'd wanted you to be a gentleman, well, I guess my coat wouldn't need dry cleaning but my pussy wouldn't have had a much needed and extremely well provided seeing to." She kissed him again. "Trust me," she continued, "It was most definitely worth it."

"Well, OK," he replied, "If you're sure. So, what now."

Jess thought for a moment. "Um. Well. Why don't you drive me home, and we can take it from there?"

As they drove, with the bottom of her coat open, Jess spread her legs as wide as the confines of the passenger's foot-well allowed. Every now and then, she would dip her fingers into her pussy, coating them with a mixture of his cum and her juices, before lifting them to her lips and licking them clean, savouring the mixed taste of their essences. By the time they pulled up a short distance from the door to her stair, she had managed to finger herself twice to an orgasm.

"Would you like to come in with me?" Jess asked. He nodded. "Good," Jess continued, smiling, "I mean, I'd hate to have to call it a night with the job only two-thirds done, as it were..."

Inside her flat, Jess quickly removed her coat. Seconds later, her lips were on his as she began tugging at his clothes. Finally, she led him, naked, through to the living-room.

Pushing him on to the sofa, Jess began a thorough exploration of his body with her lips and hands; kissing, licking and caressing every inch. As she teased his nipples with her teeth and tongue, her hand reached down to encircle his cock with her fingers. Jess was pleased to discover that it was already hard again.

Sliding off the sofa, Jess positioned herself between his legs. "I hope you don't mind, but I have this overwhelming urge to suck your cock again," she purred.

"Ah, um, no. I don't mind at all," he replied.

Jess laughed. "Typical bloke," she teased, "Somehow, I just knew you'd say that."

Before he could reply, Jess wrapped her lips around his knob before slowly working them down his shaft. As she slid her lips up and down, he placed his hands lightly on her head, twisting her hair around his fingers.

Jess could still taste herself on his cock. She found the subtle taste of her juices, mixed with traces of the load he had earlier pumped into her pussy intoxicating. 

She gently teased his balls with her fingertips and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure combined with an involuntary thrust of his hips that drove his cock deeper into her mouth. As she always did in situations like this, Jess experienced a thrill, knowing how powerless men became when she had her lips wrapped around their cocks. She had often been praised by her partners for her cock-sucking abilities, but for Jess, the greatest compliment had always been the way her partner's body reacted to her touch. The almost agonised gasps of pleasure combined the thrusting of their hips and the way their cocks throbbed and pulsed in her mouth conveyed so much more than their spoken compliments alone.

Eventually, the need to feel his cock inside her pussy once more became too much. Almost reluctantly, Jess let his cock slip from between her lips. She climbed up to straddle his lap. As he bent forward to kiss and lick her breasts, Jess reached back and guided his cock into her waiting pussy.

"Mmmmmm, I love having you inside me," she murmured as she began to slide up and down on his stiff cock, "My pussy feels so lovely and full."

Leaning back, Jess braced herself with her hands on his knees as she rode his cock with a look of dreamy contentment on her face. He cupped and squeezed her breasts, flicking his tongue over them and teasing her nipples, adding to Jess's pleasure. "Tease my clit too," she pleaded as she ground herself against him.

He quickly complied with her request, teasing her sensitive bulb with his thumb. "Yessssssssss! Oh fuck, yessssssssss!" Jess moaned as a familiar tingling spread through her.

The sensations quickly overwhelmed her. "Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh yessssssssss!! Jess moaned, surrendering once more to her climax.

Leaning forward, as powerful contractions gripped her pussy and womb, Jess wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight, almost motionless apart from the squirming of her hips against him as she savoured her release.

Her orgasm was small but powerful in intensity. Its energy quickly dissipated. "It's time for you to complete the set," she whispered huskily in his ear, "I want to feel that lovely thick cock of yours in my arse."

Jess let his cock slip from her pussy. She quickly shuffled over to kneel on the cushion beside him, supporting herself on the back of the sofa.

He got up and moved round behind her. Jess wiggled her bum suggestively. She braced herself as he gripped her hips. "Oi!" she protested, albeit unconvincingly, as he thrust his cock into her pussy again, "That's not my arse!"

"Just be patient," he teased, thrusting hard, "All in good time..."

"I... Uh... OK," Jess replied, "But my arse is definitely beginning to feel neglected."

He laughed. "We can't have that, now, can we?" he asked, punctuating each word with another thrust of his cock.

"Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhh, no!" Jess replied, "We, ahhhhhh, really can't."

He thrust his cock hard into her pussy then pulled out. Jess trembled in anticipation. He rubbed his knob up and down the length of her slit, making Jess flinch as he beat it against her clit.

Once again, Jess felt the seconds tick by with agonising slowness as she waited for what was about to come. "Please fuck my arse," she begged, "It's waited all evening to be fucked."

He slipped his cock quickly into her pussy for a few final, powerful strokes before pulling out and positioning the head of his cock at the entrance to her back passage. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Jess gasped as she felt his knob press against the resistance of her anal muscles. "Mmmmmm, ohhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt her arsehole yield to the steady pressure of his cock as it began to push into her.

"Ungh, ohh. Ohhh fuck! That's it! That's what I want!" Jess sighed as he slowly worked the head and then the shaft into her tight rear opening. She pushed her hips back slowly, taking him into her until, at last, his cock was buried deep in her back passage. 

He placed his hands on her hips and paused, partially to let Jess become accustomed to having him inside her and partially to savour the sensation of feeling his cock gripped deep within her arse.

Jess gave a soft moan as his cock began to slide in and out. Her hips began to move back to meet his next inward plunge.

"Oh Jess! Your arse is so fucking tight," he gasped as he began to increase his pace. 

With every thrust Jess felt his neatly trimmed pubic hair tickling the stretched and sensitive skin of her arsehole and his balls slapping against her enflamed labia.

In and out his cock plunged, filling and stretching the tight confines of Jess's back passage over and over. "Yes," she urged, "Fuck my arse! Go on fuck it! Fuck my arse! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeoooh!"

Jess forced her hips back to meet his thrusts as his cock sawed in and out of her arsehole with increasing force.

"Oh God," he moaned, driving his cock in hard, "It's so tight. Your arse is so tight. Oh Jess!"

Jess's legs began to tremble as the force of his strokes increased. The fronts of his thighs collided with the backs of hers as his cock surged deep into her bowels.

Jess reached back between her legs to finger her pussy and play with her clit as his cock slammed into her arsehole. "Fuck my arse! Fuck it hard!" she cried, pushing her hips back, impaling herself on his cock.

Reaching forward, his hands closed around her breasts. "Ohhhhhhh! That feels sooooooo good!" Jess moaned as his fingers squeezed her nipples.

Without warning, Jess came again. Needing both hands to support herself, she removed her fingers from her pussy. She moaned, loudly and incoherently, giving full voice to her climax as his cock kept up its relentless pounding of her increasingly tender arsehole.

As her climax subsided, Jess became aware of his ragged breathing. She could tell he was close to boiling point. Drawing on her last reserves of strength, she urged him on with a stream of obscenities, "Oh yes, that's it. Fuck my arse! Fuck me hard and cum in my arse!"

"Oh! Oh fuck! Oh uuuunnh aaah!" he gasped as, with one final thrust, his cock erupted. Jess felt his cock twitch inside her back passage as it pumped his load deep into her bowels.

Unable to support herself any longer, Jess collapsed down on to the sofa. As she did, his cock slipped from her arsehole, which was now raw from he pounding it had endured. With a groan, he slumped, exhausted, on to the sofa beside her.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Jess gasped as her breathing returned to normal, "I think I'm going to be needing soft cushions for a while after that." She sighed as his cum began to dribble from her back passage. "And it looks like I'm going to need to get this cushion cover cleaned as well as my coat."

"I've already told you I'm happy to pay for that," he said.

Jess kissed him. "You are very sweet," she said, "But believe me, you already have paid for it. Now, do you fancy a coffee?"

He nodded. "White, no sugar please."

Jess stood up wearily. "I hope you don't mind," she began as she kicked off her shoes, "But my feet are killing me."

They both laughed. Jess turned and walked, naked except for her stockings and suspender-belt, through to the kitchen.

That night, in bed, Jess relived the events of the evening as, with the help of her favourite vibrator, she drove herself to a series of small but intensely powerful orgasms. When at last, exhausted but extremely contented, Jess drifted of to sleep, her last conscious thought was wondering which of her many fantasies she would get him to help her act out next.