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Black Out

By: sansar



The sudden electrical black out flashed titillating memories of the recent past. All events had happened so fast that it now feels like a dream. A pleasurable dream, which I yearn, will recur itself repeatedly.

Coming from a well placed and a large joint family we had relatives almost in all the major metros of India. At a very young age of 26, I was employed in a senior position in a MNC, with opportunities of travel almost 15 days in a month.

On one such trip to Bangalore, I landed at the apartment of a relative. Aparna had a slim body and a 36-26-36 figure. She was married about three years back, to an enterprising and young businessman named Vivek and lived on the outskirts of the metro. She too, being a tomboy & of a restless nature, was in the employ as a teacher in a nursery school during the morning, and returned late afternoon. We had known each other since our schooling days, as our houses were close to each other.

Having come to attend a weeklong seminar, she & her husband forced me to stay with them instead at the hotel, during that period. Since they had a three-bed apartment, it would not inconvenience them.

"Mita," Aparna called out to the resident maid, " Keep Vishu's baggage in the room". 

When Mita entered the sitting room, I could not but stare at the sharp features and a beautiful smile playing across Mita's fine lips. She had just crossed the threshold of her teens. Tall, green eyed and fair complexioned, she was a vision of an upcoming Model. As she disappeared inside with my bags, a thought crossed my mind that the Maker must have taken his own sweet time in endowing her, such flawless beauty.

During breakfast, after small talk about the job and the well being of people at home, Vivek left for his work place. His routine was to leave for work in the morning and return quite late. He had a busy schedule. I retired to the allotted room to unpack. Aparna informed me that she would be leaving for her duties soon and that Mita would be at home in case of any need. Soon after that she left.

Being tired due to an overnight bus journey, I decided to rest after a hot bath. So I told Mita to switch on the geyser and to inform me when the water was ready. As a habit, I had removed my underwear, wrapped a towel around my waist and sat on the bed, reading the local daily. Mita was engrossed in her household chores, and I did not realize when she entered my room, to sweep. 

When I looked over the paper, she was bent waist down, facing towards me, busy sweeping the floor. The front opening of her loose nightgown cleavage offered me a clear view of her white bra-less, large pear shaped breasts, capped with dark nipples pointing towards the ground. The glimpse of her free tumbling breasts stirred glowing warmth through me, and I could feel my penis raising itself up. 

In a twist of fate she looked up to catch me watching her breasts, and lowered her sight to see my swelling pointer, ensconced in the towel, between the legs. Maybe she was seeing a penis in the process of erection, for the first time, and kept her wide-eyed gaze firmly between my legs - mesmerized.

"Oh ma....." she cooed involuntary, seeing my 8 inch long possession, now standing at its full glory. 

It was like we were both carried away in the act. It dawned on her that I was staring at her bosom and our eyes met. I saw the most erotic blush on her face, as she turned the very pink, and her widened eyes drooped. She hurried out of the room giggling. It was a very embarrassing moment for me. I hurried to the bathroom for my bath.

As I dressed to leave, I could feel her watching me, when she served me the breakfast. Through the corner of my eye I could see a mischievous smile playing across her lips. 

"Babu, when will you return back? Should I keep lunch ready?" she asked as I was leaving. Her bashful melodious tone, again stirred my loins.

"Late evening ......." I somehow blurted before I left. 

The vision of the fine breasts played before my eyes the whole day through. 

In the evening, we all went out, and after supper, retired to sleep. That night too the sleek body of Mita and her breasts floated before my eyes. How much I wanted to crush her in my arms and make frenzied love to her. I knew that she too had liked what she had seen. I dreamt about Mita and then sleep overtook me. The next day I had to leave early, without having a bath, as I had overslept. Mita served me tea, but made an effort not to make eye contact. The smile still persisted.

When I returned late in the evening, Mita served me tea and informed me that Aparna and Vivek would be late, as they had gone to attend a party. I told her that I would like to have a bath and to heat up the water.

She asked me blushingly, if I would like to read the paper. I nodded in the affirmative, knowing fully well what she was hinting at. But I did not want to be the first to take lead. I changed and after sometime went for my bath. All this time I could feel her penetrating gaze on my toweled midriff.

After finishing my bath, as I opened the bathroom door to come out, the lights went out. Being night, it was pitch dark outside and inside. Being unfamiliar to the flat, I started groping the way with my arms outstretched. Suddenly my outstretched hand stopped against a round, soft object completely filling the palm, and as a natural instinct I held it.

" Oooo maa ......" this familiar moan brought me to a realization that fate had landed the golden berry of Mita in my hand. In the darkness, I squeezed her soft breast tenderly and lovingly. She moved slightly and her body shuddered. But she did not move away. I could feel her breast getting taut in my hand.

Just then the lights came on and there I was cupping her left breast, through her light blue nightgown, with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist. Mita had her back to the wall, eyes closed, moaning with her lips parted and a divine expression of satisfaction, playing on her face.

As she opened her lotus eyes, the yearning was clear. I bent down, lifted her face in my palms and kissed her soft lips. She was not an expert at kissing. Instinctively, I pulled her to me in a tight embrace. My penis was like an upright shaft, drilling through the towel, jabbing into her belly. Her hands went around my waist, pressing her small hard breasts into my chest. 

Just then the bell rang. Aparna & Vivek had returned from their party.

She instinctively pulled herself from our embrace, patted her roughened hair in place, and headed for the door. The pain of separation was obvious on her face. She opened the door but not before glancing behind, especially towards my soldier, at attention. I too hurried to my room and changed. Aparna and Vivek had had a lovely evening and we talked till late night. Mita did not come out of the kitchen the entire evening. 

I was eagerly looking forward to a stealthy visit by Mita, to continue the unfinished business, but I was disillusioned. Various thoughts crossed my mind. Did I hurt her? Did I force myself onto her? Luckily sleep overtook me.

The next day, I had a late morning session and would be home till a little later. I noticed that Mita was not her usual self. I had to somehow find out what the reason was.

When the hosts left for work, I purposely changed into a towel-wrap, and called out to Mita from my room, to get me the newspapers. She brought the papers and saw me in my attire. She blushed, and I prayed that she had got my hint. After a few moments, she came to my room with a broom and casually started sweeping the room. I lifted my legs on the bed and placed them apart, whilst folding at the knees. She now had an unhindered view of His Erectness, who was standing at attention. I carried on reading the paper knowing fully well that she would be watching and getting aroused.

Suddenly I felt a cool hand touching the reddened hood of my erect shaft. I carried on reading. The fingers went round the shaft and moved over it. The feeling was heavenly. Then it was the turn of the balls, and they were cupped. The other hand joined the first. I could not control myself and sat up. She hesitated, pulled her hands away and stood up.

"What's the matter Mita? Don't you like what you were doing?" I asked. She stood there with her head down and eyes covered with her palms. I held her by her sleek waist and made her sit on the bed between my legs. She was wearing a loose and erotic pink coloured nightgown. I was already aware that she did not wear a bra, but I was pleasantly surprised when my hands, on her waist, did not feel any type of innerwear. 

I was very much aware that neither Aparna nor Vivek would be returning till late afternoon. I eased her hands away from her face, to find that she had closed her eyes. I did not want to force myself on her, but was eager to find out the reason for her going in a shell after yesterday.

"Mita, am I forcing myself onto you?" I asked. She shook her head in the negative.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She was uncertain for a moment and again shook her head in the negative. "Did you like what you felt?" I asked. She again covered her face with her palms and nodded positively. She was still unsure, so I decided to probe her past.

I slowly got her hand on my control stick and started fondling her breast. She moaned and started to respond by pumping my shaft. I asked her about her family and how come she was working as a maid, when she should have been studying.

She told me that she was 20 years old and that she was the only child in a middle class family. She had studied till her S.Y. B.A. It was then that bad luck had struck her family. Her mother had passed away and her father had taken to drinking. One day, about two years back, he had tried to molest her in a drunken stupor. Having no means to continue her studies, and danger lurking in the house, she had decided to run away. She came to Aparna, who employed her as a resident maid. They treated her like a family member, and she had her own room. 

She also told me that she lost her heart to me, when she set her eyes on me the day I had arrived. 

As she narrated her past, tears trickled down her cheeks. Moved by her story, I kissed her cheeks, and was overjoyed when she turned her faced and kissed my lips. Her hands were vigorously kneading my penis and balls, and so was mine on her breasts. I asked her how she knew how to handle the penis, she told me that after hearing moans from Aparna's room, she had peeped through the keyhole and seen Vivek making love to Aparna, just about 6 months back. I now understood her erotic urge. She said that such moments between Aparna & Vivek were very rare due to his hectic schedule. 

The towel had come loose and she now had total access to my prized possession. Without breaking our kiss, I slipped her nightgown up over her knees and for the first time felt her Mount Venus, as she had no panties. She was wet down there. She gasped as my hand probed the heavenly doorway. She spread her legs to offer the least resistance. I lifted her gown over her head and we were now Adam & Eve. I eased her on the bed.

I have always been a tit man and her breasts, were just the right size. Firm, with a dark areola, and longish tits, like overgrown raisins. I bent down and took one in my mouth and nibbled the tit. She became restless as I kept on sucking and nibbling it. I changed to the other breast. Her moans kept on increasing and her body was writhing. A light sweat had broken out on her smooth body.

I now shifted position by kneeling over her head and letting my penis dangle over her face. I headed towards her clitoris with my tongue. For her it was a confusing posture and I let her decipher it for herself. When my tongue swished over her clitoris the sudden shock of pleasure made her lift herself up pressing her mount to my face. At the same time, she took my penis in her warm mouth and sucked on it. She had got the message, She held it as though never intending it to go and licked the tip till I could no longer control myself, and shot a load onto her mouth and face. She suddenly held my penis away and sat upright.

"What have you done?" she cried, "I will now get pregnant". She started crying. I explained to her that by taking the sperms through the mouth one does not get pregnant. She was still not convinced. I told her that when I get back in the evening, I would get her a book so that she can read for herself. I cuddled her, kissed her and calmed her. I got ready to leave for my seminar, after a hurried wash.

When I returned in the evening, I had brought her a book on Kamasutra, showing many colourful poses and giving details, I had also shopped for a large pack of Condoms and brought an expensive gift – a set of black, lace, see-through panties and front opening bra's. Aparna being at home, I could not present them to Mita, but managed to pass them on to her covertly. 

Shortly after that, Mita went to her room. I realized that she wanted to wear and try them out. They fitted her perfectly and now gave her a compact grace. Aparna had found the difference in Mita's attitude and also noticed her expensive bra, but had not mentioned about it. 

The next day, Aparna and Vivek left for work as usual. I noticed that Aparna was wearing a flashy dress and not her usual Salwar Kameez. She had a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous smile, which I could not decipher.

As soon as they left, I went to the kitchen where Mita was busy clearing up. I stood behind her and pressed myself into her. She too pressed herself into me. I placed my hands on her fore thighs and slowly moved to her Mount of Venus. I could feel her shuddering, and she lifted her hands behind her back and pulled down my head. She turned her face to one side and our lips met. I sucked on her lips hungrily. 

I slowly brought both my hands up to her breast and squeezed them a little hard. I wanted to see how much she wanted to be loved. She smiled and a sigh escaped her lips. Her hand dropped down and felt for my bulge, through the lungi. In the meantime, I lifted the nightgown over her head and as anticipated, she was wearing the panty and bra. I turned her around. She looked like a model from a lingerie fashion show. I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. All this while our lips sealed together.

I lay her on the bed in front of the bedroom door and lay on her. She had anticipated that it would be the big day today and was very apprehensive. I opened the bra and let it lie open on her. I put her lovely, tender breast in my mouth and nibbled. I got up and slowly I pulled down my lungi, this process had a desirable effect on her and she got up and took me in her mouth. She was a fast learner.

I then sat down next to her, and showed her the Kamasutra Book. Her bosom heaved at the sight of the erotic poses. As she was going through the erotic book I brought out the condoms and displayed them to her.

"Oh! Is this what they advertise on TV? How do you use it?" she had a horde of innocent questions. I kissed her lips to stop any further questions. Then with her help, I rolled the condom on my shaft and prepared her for the love assault. She had seen the pictures and was scared. She remembered Aparna's lovemaking and her satisfaction and calmed down.

"Will it hurt", she said. 

"Since it is your first time, it may hurt you a little, but after that it will be pleasure all the way" I coaxed her.

I pushed her on her back and lay on her, and rolled down her new panties, slowly. She spread her legs like an open book. She had a fluffy mound of hair covering her cunt. I separated her bush with my fingers, which was covering her pink lower lips and placed my shaft at the entrance. She was nice and wet and I slipped the bulbous head inside. I was convinced that this was her first intercourse, since there was resistance for entry. As I put on a little pressure she cried out in pain. "Oh god! Its paining, please stop, pleeease...aaah, aaaah aaaah". She was shaking her head from side to side, her long hair creating designs on the bed and which only heightened my urge. I put my lips on hers to seal her cries. With one swift push I plunged into her love hole to the hilt. She cried out to stop, and tears trickled down her cheeks. I frictioned slowly, in and out, increasing my tempo of thrusts. 

She was now writhing under me, savouring the pleasurable glow after a bout of pain. She held me tightly in an embrace and kissed me. I felt her legs as they crossed over my back pulling me in her. I had my hands full, massaging her tender breasts. She had a rushing orgasm below me and shuddered as it came on. She had her eyes closed and her moans were exhilarating. After sometime I could not control and shot my load into the protective sack. I relaxed over her panting body slithering in our sweat. She as a reflex action coiled her legs around my back not want to end the soothing wave coming over her.

"Ahem... what is happening here?" The voice behind us was familiar and commanding. Still inside Mita, I turned around to find Aparna standing on the door, striking a pose. Mita stared wide-eyed at her, frozen and unable to get up due to me being on her. Aparna had a suspicion about us and had returned home by opening the main door with her key.

Mita's expression was of shock & disappointment as she felt me slowly pulling out of her. Aparna was watching the length of my penis as it slowly slithered out of Mita. She stared down at my limp penis, which was still showing signs of life.

"Mita, how could you do this?" she asked surprisingly in a low voice. There was no anger in her tone. I tried to explain that it was my fault.

What happened next shocked me. Aparna suddenly opened the front of her dress displaying a fine set of breasts held in a very lacy & negligible bra and an absolutely erotic purple satin panty, which hardly covered the smooth shaven triangle, topping her shapely legs. She told Mita to remain as she was and walked over to me. She bent down, held my face in her hands and kissed me full on my lips. She then kneeled down in front of me and took my penis fully in her mouth, her lips making an 'O' around the shaft. She was an expert, and her to & fro lip action, the licking of the tip and sucking of the balls had got my member upright again, all set for action.

As Aparna was satisfying me sitting in front of me, I took both her boobs in my hands and squeezed. The bra came off. Mita just stared at the goings on and subconsciously massaged her cunt, which had just seen action. I lifted Aparna by her boobs and stood her up. I tore off the panty and put my lips straight on her lower lips and nibbled the clitoris, which had become very turgid. She almost screamed and bent backwards pressing her slit to my mouth. It had become moist with excitement.

"How could you have had this monster all to yourself, Mita?" She shocked me by questioning Mita.

"I am sorry madam, but after seeing you and boss making love, I could not control myself with Vishu", Mita replied. 

She then told me that love making with Vivek was not satisfying due to his small penis and the bouts lasting just for about 15 minutes. She and Mita had been lovers over the past one year. I now knew the reason of Mita not wearing bra & panties. They would even make love when in the kitchen or take hurried moments in the bedroom when Vivek went for his bath or read the papers. It saved the time of taking out the clothes.

Now she wanted to be satisfied by my shaft, which she had seen pistoning Mita. 

I then told them that I would like to watch them together. Aparna wanted me in her, and I wanted it to be a threesome with Mita, which we all agreed. 

She lay on the bed and reached for Mita's breasts and slowly made circles on them, with her tongue. Mita groaned. The next scenario was of splayed bodies, sounds of kisses, boob to boob rubs and a sucking of cunts. Aparna was lying on top of Mita. She looked ravishing with her bum sticking out in the air. I held her by her waist and hoisted her up. Spreading her rear cheeks, I spread her love petals and entered her from behind with a savage thrust, without any condom.


Black Out



"Never."

D'antoine Meriwhether passed the joint to his best friend, Ricardo, shaking his head. The party was in full swing, The Game's new record was blaring from the speakers and hoochies and chickenheads alike were suggestively dancing just yards away, thick black booties bouncing with the music. 

"You trippin', man." Ricardo glanced at him. "You'd turn down a free fuck from a girl just because she was white?"

"'Cardo, ain't nothing like black pussy."

"I agree, but I've had some pretty good white pussy."

D'antoine shook his head. "Not gonna happen." He took a deep toke and stood, handing it back to Ricardo. "I'll be back. I gotta pee."

D'antoine made his way through the crowd, pausing to slap a fat booty or two as he worked his way through the dancing crowd. There was a line for the downstairs bathroom but he lived here and knew that there was another bathroom in his sister's room, which they had arranged to keep locked. Just as he unlocked the door, the room was plunged into darkness.

"Fuck!"

His exclamation was matched by more from downstairs and he realized that a fuse must have blown in the house. No need to worry. Ricardo would have it under control in a few minutes. He groped his way around the edge of the bed and found the bathroom door. Another few seconds and he located the commode, opting to sit and piss so his sister wouldn't bitch about pee on the floor. 

"Are you done yet?"

D'antoine shook his penis and stood, yanking his pants up in the darkness. "Yeah. Who the hell are you?"

"I might ask the same of you." He felt a light breeze and a puff of perfume. A pair of hands touched his hips, then moved up over his throwback jersey, gently rubbing his chest. "I'm scared of the dark. Will you keep me company?"

He chuckled, putting his hands over hers and pulling them down to his growing cock. "I think I could be persuaded."

She turned him in her arms and their mouths connected, tongues clashing and hips grinding against each other. D'antoine let his hands do the seeing for him and he saw long hair, sweet-smelling and wavy, nice, big breasts, small waist and a thick ass, which he squeezed in delight. She hummed into his mouth, pressing her body closer to his. She peeled off her clothes, hoping that he was doing the same and was very happy to reach out and find hot flesh waiting for her.

"That's nice." She drawled, touching hard muscle and soft skin. "You can use all these muscles to fuck me hard, can't you?"

D'antoine didn't answer. He backed up until he felt the edge of the bed at the back of his legs and pulled her down on top of him as he fell backwards. His hands filled with her ass and he ground against her mound, his cock ready to taste some hot black pussy. She pushed his hands off and rolled him aside, straddling his stomach and bending to smack him in the face with her breast. He caught on and caught one in his hand, fiercely licking and sucking until the nipple was a hard bud.

She moaned, pressing the other into his mouth and demanding the same treatment. His hands ran over her body, circling around a hip and finding her furred mound. Her legs opened wider and his fingers slipped into her crack, spreading the wetness from top to bottom. Her entire body vibrated as he repeated the action and she pushed up a bit, reaching under for his cock.

"Yeah, baby. Like that muscle?"

This time, she didn't speak. As much as she was enjoying his stroking, she shimmied down his body and licked the fat head of his prick, tonguing the slit and slurping the pre-cum. D'antoine groaned, trying to shove it into her mouth but she teased him, licking up and down his rod and sucking on the head until he was nearly begging for release. She climbed back up and sunk that thick tube of meat into her weeping cunt, moaning as his huge tool tried to split her in half.

"Fuck, yeah." She sighed, slowly starting to move. "Just what I needed." D'antoine gasped when her pussy muscles grasped him, holding him prisoner as she slid up and down. His hands moved down her sides, coming to rest on her hips and he grabbed on to her ass, pushing deeper into her. She whimpered, thick juice from her orgasm coating him and D'antoine growled at the liquid heat. Gathering her, he rolled her over, firmly seating himself between her legs and pumping his thick prick into her hole.

Her grunts and groans propelled him closer and closer and soon, his urge to nut overtook him and he violently slammed into her, gritting his teeth at the feel of her nails in his back, her own orgasm erupting in a wet mix of cum and sweat. D'antoine collapsed on top of her, then moved to the side, his body slightly covering hers.

Just then, the lights came on and his sister, D'alina gasped. "Well, I was going to introduce you."

D'antoine reached for the covers, still staring down into the dark blue eyes of one of the prettiest white girls he'd ever seen. Her dark blonde hair spilled across the coverlet and her hands still stroked his back lightly.

"I'm Sharla." She said softly, returning his smile.

"Nice to meet you." 



Black Out



I lie down on the bed and he gets in with me. He runs his hand down my arm.

"I'm sorry," I say trying to hold back the tears.

"For what," he asks.

"All this," I reply as I turn over to him, "I just don't know what the fuck was wrong with me. I mean this just turned out as an experiment but it ballooned out of control."

"It's okay," he says in a low tone, "so what do we do now?"

"This is going to sound stupid," I say.

"What," he asks.

"It's stupid."

"Just say it," he laughs.

"I want an," I pause, "this is really stupid, but, I want an all black gangbang."

"What," he says in amazement.

"I told you it was stupid," I say almost laughing.

"If you want it," he says.

"Can you arrange it," I ask while finally turning over to face him.

"I guess," he laughs.

"Well," I start, "can you? I'll take care of all the other arrangements, I want it done at a hotel."

"I know some people who'd want to do it," he says.

"If I do this I want them all to leave me alone after we have this thing," I say sternly, "can you make sure of that?"

"I think so," he says in an unsure tone.

"Should I write a contract," I ask.

"No, just tell them up front," he assures me.

"Good," I say in a stern voice, "I want to be fucking left alone after I do this."

"No problem," he says.

"I'll take care of the hotel and shit," I laugh.

"Do that then," he says.

"I want it done this Saturday," I say before kissing him.

We then fall asleep.

The next morning I reserved a hotel suite at one of the best places in town. I called it in and sounded completely white. I have a great plan for my entrance and I want to shock the hotel. I'm going to wear nothing but the hip-hop clothes that I own, and act real stupid for the hotel clerks. And yes I wrote a contract for Robert and the rest of the gang-bangers to sign. It states that they'll never contact me after we do this thing. I hope they can uphold their end of the bargain. I then tell Robert that all the gang-bangers must follow me into the hotel like a kind of entourage. I can't wait for it. It's going to be fucking great. I barely sleep the entire week, and then Saturday finally roles around.

I find all my hip-hop style clothes. I make sure I look ghetto as fuck; the hotel staff is going to love me. I look at myself in the mirror before Robert calls me and lets me know the guys are waiting for me. I do one last look over and I run out of the house. I drive as fast as I can to the hotel and see Robert with a group of like seven black guys. I park my car and they follow me as I enter the hotel lobby. 

I can only imagine what the people think of us walking through the lobby of an expensive hotel, looking like something out of a rap video. A hot fucking white bitch and several black guys following behind me, the other guests must think I'm crazy. We finally make it to the front desk.

"May I help you," the female clerk says in a nervous tone.

"What up," I say in a ghetto voice, "I have reservation for Crystal."

"Okay," she says pulling up my reservation, "you're in room 261."

Some of the guys play with me while I wait for my room key. They lightly kiss me and feel on me. I grab at their crotches a little.

The clerk hands me the key and we walk off. We find an empty elevator and go to the second floor. I open the hotel room door to reveal a huge suite. 

"I'm not going to carry myself," I say to one of the guys.

One of them picks me up and carries me over the threshold, so to speak. I look into his eyes as he carries me; I smile a bit until he finally puts me down. I lightly kiss him. He puts me down and I walk to the other side of the room as the guys pile in. I look out the window as the door shuts.

"Robert," I say in a sly voice, "Get the lube."

He complies and reaches into his bag and pulls out the industrial sized lube and places it on the nightstand.

"Now who carried me in," I ask while turning around.

He raises his hand and I walk up to him. I get on my knees and give him a quick blowjob. I push him away and stand up and look at the other guys. 

"Now get me undressed," I demand as they guys walk over to me.

They strip my clothes off my body. They're careful to fold my hip-hop clothes up and place them on the other bed. 

"Stop," I say almost yelling as they try to take off my shoes, "they stay on, I don't care if I break my ankle."

I strut around the group and kiss a few of them and I play with myself a little bit.

"Lets do this," I say in an enthusiastic voice.

All of them take off their clothes and grab some lube after Robert opens it. Two of the guys lift me up onto the bed. I almost fall over due to the heels, but I collect myself.

A few jump on the bed with me as I get on my knees and begin with a round of huge blowjobs. I can't believe how massive they are. I start at one end and keep sucking for what seems like forever. I then lie on the bed and they take turns eating my pussy and asshole. (Note, I didn't call it a faghole) A few fuck my face as I sit up and jerk off a few more of them. A couple of the guys suck on my tits and slap them around. It feels so good, all of that it is. Finally one of them finally sticks it in my pussy. I feel it stretch as he slides his massive meat inside of me. I let out a huge yell as he pumps my white pussy. I keep looking as the black meat goes in and out of me. I really love the contrast in skin. After he stops the next guy does the same. The guy who was fucking me then kissed me on the cheek and whispers something sexual in my ear. I laugh a little after he says that. The guys then take turns working at my pussy. I think everyone has had a turn at it. They keep fucking it. I can't get over it! I kiss a few of them and continue to suck their dicks. I then reposition myself at the end of the bed. I lie on my back and the guys line up at my mouth while a few guys take turns at my pussy. It's awkward at first but soon I get the hang of it. I do this for almost ten minutes. Then finally one guy lies on the bed next to me and they place me on top of him. He positions his cock into my pussy. Then a guy stands in front of me as I suck his dick. Then I feel an intense burn. One of them puts his massive black dick in me. They take turns fucking my ass for ten minutes. I don't give a shit how many of their dicks end up in my mouth after they were in my ass. I then get off the guy who was fucking my pussy and turn over and place his dick in my ass. Then they take turns with my pussy. The pleasure is unbearable! I love it! They keep pounding my pussy with ever increasing intensity. One of them says he is going to cum. I then pull myself off the guy under me. I lie on the bed as the guys line up and cum in my mouth. The first guy takes forever and shoots half of his seed on my hair. It kind of pisses me off, but I brush it off. The other guys take a little less time. Most of their cum is nasty, but a few is good. I swallow most of it, thankfully. I feel exhausted as a few of the guys cum twice. I finally sit up and give a big smile.

"Wow," I say as the guys look at me, "I don't think I'm satisfied."

A few guys look at me and laugh.

"Just kidding," I laugh, "you guys were great, but you guys got to go. Maybe I'll do this again, or not."

The guys use the bathroom and get dressed and I stay naked and greet them as they leave. I hug a few trying to keep the cum from getting on them. Robert is the last to leave.

"Thank you," I say giving him a big hug.

"You're welcome," he laughs.

"And don't worry about what's inside of me," I say making reference to his unborn fetus.

"Okay," he says before finally leaving.

I walk back to the center of the room and look at the cum still dripping from my face. I eat a few drops and smile at myself. I then hear a knock on the door. I just walk over and open the door, I don't even realize I'm naked. A woman is at the door. It's my company's Vice-President.

"Hello Crystal," she says walking inside my room, "I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to say hi."

"What do you want," I ask as she walks up to me.

"Nothing much," she says slyly. 

"What then," I ask.

"Nothing," she smiles while licking some of the cum off my face.

To be Continued in Vice Presidential Romp...



Black Out



Mia took a deep breathe, trying to calm herself down. "You can do this. Get on the freaking elevator, Daniels." She muttered under her breath. "Millions of people use them everyday and nothing happens. You're more likely to die in a car crash. It's just a sixty second trip." 

She was standing in the lobby of the office building, lecturing herself. She was running late for an important job interview and the stairs were currently being worked on and not to be used unless there was an emergency. Mia personally felt that it was an emergency and tried to argue her point to the workers but the men working did not feel the same. Which brought her to where she was now. She ran her damp hands down the sides of her black skirt. She missed the admiring glances sent her way by the men passing by. Although, even if she did notice them she would have ignored them and kept going. She reached forward and jabbed the up arrow before she could stop herself. As soon as the arrow lit up she began to hyperventilate. 

"Deep breathes, deep breathes. In and out." She chanted under her breath. She looked up and caught sight of her reflection in the silver metal before her. Her green eyes were wide and frantic, her bottom lip red and slightly swollen from nibbling on it. She brought her shaking hand up to push her long honey blonde hair out of her face. Her hair stuck to her damp face not only because she was panicked but also because it was so humid out. She was dressed in a formal skirt suit, but the sheer stockings and long sleeved jacket seemed to be slowly strangling her. She knew she looked great this morning. That was until she pushed out into the hot summer morning and the humidity starting destroying her work.

The elevator bell rang and she jumped in surprised panic. She blindly moved into the elevator, her eyes unseeing in her panic. She turned around without looking at anyone and frantically jabbed at the buttons so she couldn't rush back out. The doors slowly closed and encased her in a metal prison. She kept softly chanting to herself, over and over, to take deep breaths. Her eyes stayed on the numbers that were painstakingly moving. "1...2...3...4..." She counted under her breath in between chants.

She was vaguely aware of deep voices talking in the background, but she couldn't concentrate on anything besides getting to the 15th floor. "...6...7...8..." She continued her counting. 

Just then the elevator shook and groaned to a halt. She stumbled forward and caught herself against the wall. The lights flicked on and off until they finally flickered out leaving her in complete darkness until a dim emergency light came on. Mia began shaking violently until she finally saw nothing but the ground coming up to meet her.

Mia awokened slowly and felt a hand stroking her hair back off her forehead. She tossed her head away. "No, no..." She murmured, not wanting to get up. 

"Yes." An unexpected reply came from a deep, amused voice. "You have to get up, princess."

Mia's forehead scrunched up trying to place the voice. She couldn't place that voice. It wasn't John's, her ex boyfriends voice. She had dumped him over two months ago. She kept thinking as the hand continued to stroke her hair from her forehead. Just then a flash of memory came and she finally remembered what happened. "No!" She moaned again, this time with panic. Her eyes opened and she gazed up into an unfamiliar face. A very handsome, masculine, unfamiliar face.

"The elevator..." Her voice trailed off as she stared up into the mans eyes.

"Yes, it's stuck." This from another voice. She tore her eyes from the man holding her and turned her head and caught sight of another just as equally handsome man crouching beside her, his face only inches away. 

"You fainted. We assume you aren't fond of elevators considering the way you got on and your reaction to it stopping." The mans voice was gentle as he spoke, looking concerned for her.

"No, not fond." Mia replied absently, staring into the man's bright blue eyes. She ran her eyes over the strong lines of his face. He was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. His lip were a full off pink and his jaw was perfect. Her eyes ran down his body and she saw he was wearing an expensive tailored suit that fit his muscular body perfectly. She heard a throat clear and Mia felt her face flush as she realized she had been staring for a couple minutes in silence. She pulled her eyes up from her inspection and saw that he was smiling at her, his eyes knowing.

"It's alright. I caught you before you hit anything." She brought her eyes back to the man holding her. His eyes were a beautiful golden color and again she caught herself staring. He was just as delcious as the first man, if maybe a bit more muscular and broad. She mentally smacked herself for staring at these two men when all they probably wanted to do was get her off them.

"I'm Gabe and this is Dean." The golden eyed man offered.

"Thank you. Both of you." She softly said, looking back and forth between them. Gabe and Dean were both sexy and muscular, but while Gabe had longer black hair slightly spiked up, Dean's hair was blonde and buzzed short. 

"No, problem..." Dean's voice trailed and his head tilted. She just stared before realizing she hadn't told them her name.

"Mia." She blurted out, blushing at being caught staring yet again. She hoped they just thought she was still waking up rather than an idiot.

"Beautiful name." Gabe said, his arms tightening briefly around her.

"Well, Mia, it seems it may be a bit before we get out of here." Dean said. Mia sat up and reluctantly pushed away from Gabe's hard embrace, and began to stand. Dean gently reached out and grabbed her arm, helping her stand. She stumbled slightly because her legs were shaky and fell against his hard body. He steadied her and she reluctantly pulled away. She looked up then and blinked when she realized how tall they both were compared to her. She stood at a petite 5'1 while they both towered at least a foot over her. She always loved tall men, men who made her feel small and protected. She flushed when she felt her nipples harden. She hoped they couldn't tell through her suit jacket.

She dragged her eyes away from them and it suddenly hit her that she was stuck in a tiny place. The two large men crowding her did not help. She began to pant, backing slowly away into the corner. She hunched over once her back hit the wall.

"Hey, princess." Gabe said gently, coming over. He knelt down, bringing himself to her eye level. "It's ok, we'll get out of here soon." 

"No. We're stuck!" She argued, blindly staring at him.

"No, we're not. Just an hour or so. That's all. We will be ok. You're ok." He tried to reassure her but she continued to panic. She was struggling to breathe, rumbling on under her breath. Neither of the men could calm her, even though they both tried for a few minutes.

"You're fine. We won't let anything harm you." Gabe continued to say, stroking her hair back gently. 

Just as she began to calm, letting his hands soothe her, the elevator started to move and then jarred to a stop again. She stumbled forward against his hard body. 

"No!" She cried, pushing against him and begin panicking again.

"Look at me." Gabe commanded firmly. 

She looked up, surprised. His voice was different. Before it had been calm and gentle, soothing her. Now it was hard and brook no argument. His rough fingers stopping stroking her hair and moved to grip her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. Her panicked eyes met his, her breath erratic. His jaw clenched as he saw her panic. He cursed softly before suddenly bringing his mouth down hard on hers.

She jerked in surprise at the contact. His mouth opened against hers and his thumb, still on her chin, pulled her mouth open. His tongue thrust its way into her mouth. She couldn't help but moan at the contact and the taste of him. She was in a daze, still scared from her ordeal and turned on by the man before her. He was taking control and she couldn't help but response. 

She moved without thought closer to his body, bringing her small curvy body against his. She had to go on her tiptoes to wrap her arms wrapped around his neck. Gabe growled deep in his throat when whe felt her response. His hands moved down her back and stopped to cup her ass through her skirt. He squeezed and rubbed and she moaned, shifting and encouraging him to continue as she felt her nipples harden. 

His fingers bunched in her skirt and slowly began to pull her skirt up as his tongue conquered her mouth. She moved restlessly against him, wanting him to move faster. Wanting him to expose her body. She moaned at his touch, her panties becoming soaked as his huge hands finally pulled her skirt up and around her waist. Those big hands now cupped her ass. He groaned and gripped her ass tighter when he realized she was only wearing a thong and a pair of sheer silk stockings.

He shifted and pushed one hard thigh between her legs. She gasped as he lifted his leg up, forcing her to straddle his muscled thigh. He then began to move, rocking her pussy against his thigh. She couldn't believe how good it felt as he continued to ravage her mouth. He kept going until she was close to the edge. She pulled her mouth away from his and arched her back up, exposing her neck.

"That's so good, Gabe. Keep going. Yes!" Mia moaned. "Oh...oh..." She was going crazy, rubbing her pussy against his thigh. He brought his mouth to her neck, licking and nibbling. 

"That's it, princess. Fuck, you're so hot. I can feel your wet pussy through your stockings." His words had her panting and getting so close. He reached down and pushed a hand into her blouse, popping her a couple buttons. She didn't care though because her thumb found her hard nipple and he rubbed. The next minute she was coming hard against his thigh, crying out and clenching his thigh tightly with her legs. 

She collapsed against him. Gabe caught her, murmuring against her ear soothingly, still rubbing her nipple. He then gently pushed her away, lowering his leg.

"Baby, lets get you out of these clothes. It's getting hot." His voice made the suggestion a command but she didn't care. She obediently allowed him to pull down her stockings and strip off her jacket and white blouse, leaving her bare except her bra and a tiny thong.

She looked up and blushed realizing Dean was still there. His hot gaze was watching as Gabe stripped her almost naked. She realized he had watched the whole thing. Her eyes dipped down and she saw that his hard cock was pushing against his pants. Her embarrassment didn't stop her though from watching the two men pulled off their clothes, stripping to their boxer briefs. She swallowed hard realizing they both were tattooed up and their bodies were toned and muscular. They both turned to her, their gazes running over her semi naked body. 

Gabe moved back to her first, leaning down to capture her mouth again. He pulled away slightly. "Feel better?" He questioned against her mouth.

She nodded, blushing. "I'm sorry....I don't know what came over me. I don't ever -" She was cut off as he kissed her hard.

"Princess, no excuses. I wanted that. You responded." He stared down at her hard, refusing further argument.

"Yes, but it won't happen again." She said firmly.

She blinked when Gabe just grinned and said, "Oh, it will. And soon." With that he brought his mouth back down. She moaned and, unable to help herself, responded.

Gabe crushed her against his bare chest and turned her slowly around. He pulled his mouth away to say, "I think it's time that Dean got in, don't you?"

Before she could react she felt Dean come up behind her amd his hands slowly ran up her sides. She shivered when his hands brushed the swells of her tits. She began to pull away, about to stop it, thinking it was wrong to have two men touch her when Dean nudged her legs apart and without hesitation pushed her thong aside. He then stroked a finger against her wet pussy. She couldnt help it and moaned against Gabe's mouth, shuddering with pleasure. She was powerless to stop it.

"You like that, baby?" Dean said, kissing her neck. He bit gently down. "Oh, you like that." He laughed with pleasure. "You know how I can tell?" He didnt wait for a response and said, "Your pussy just clamped around my fingers." 

He bit down lightly again and she moaned. Her head fell back and Gabe's mouth followed it, kissing and licking his way down her throat. He pulled slightly away and his tongue moved further down and encircled one of her nipples and sucked hard. Mia cried out in pleasure.

"Yes!" She screamed. She briefly thought she should be embarrassed that she was letting two men pleasure her, but there was no way she could stop. They overwhelmed and overpowered her in a way she never felt before.

"I think she likes that." Dean told Gabe, smirking against her neck. He continued to stroke her pussy. "No coming, baby. You come only when we say." His voice held a command that told her he meant it.

"Please." She begged, "I'm so close. Please let me come."

"Did you hear her ask so nicely?" Gabe said, moving his lips from her nipple, but still stroking with his thumb. "She needs to come."

Dean laughed. "She I heard. No, coming, baby. you already came once against Gabe. That was hot as hell watching him pin you up against that wall and make you come, but if you come again before we say you will be punished." 

Mia shivered at the subtle threat. "Please..." She pleaded with Gabe.

"No. Like Dean said if you do you'll be punished. Although you may like it. I know we would." Gabe said, smiling.

The men then went back to pleasuring her. It seemed that with Gabe's last comment they doubled their efforts, purposely pushing her toward the edge.

"I'm going to come. Please! Please, can I come?" Mia cried out.

"No coming."

"I can't stop it! Please!" Mia was pleading, shaking with the effort to obey.

"Princess, if you come you will be punished. Just hold on a bit more." Gabe's rasping voice came. Gabe moved his mouth down her body, kneeling. His tongue worked its way to her pussy, where Dean was still stroking. She screamed when Gabe's tongue started to stroke her throbbing clit at the same time Dean's fingers thrust deep. She could feel that Gabe's tongue occasionally ran over Dean's fingers and that caused her pussy to clench even more.

She couldn't stop it and came, shuddering and trapped between two bodies. They didn't stop but continued to pleasure her, making her scream. She collapsed back weakly against Dean. He held her close, moving his hands up tp strok her hard nipples. Gabe stood up and leaned down to kiss her.

"Princess, you tasted so good. Your pussy was so wet." He murmured. They both continued to stroke her body, letting her come down.

After a few minutes Dean whispered in her ear, "Now though you must be punished, baby." 

"Please, I couldn't help it!" Mia whimpered, scared of what he meant.

"No excuses. We both warned you." Gabe said, his voice becoming hard. "Do you want us to stop this? Say the word and we will not touch you again." She swallowed hard, looking at both of them. Her mind was racing. She was scared by what they were making her feel, but she didn't want them to stop.

"No. I want you." She decided.

Dean kissed her neck. "Good. Hands up."

She hesistated and he slapped her ass. She jumped and he said, "Obey. When we say something you do it, no hesitation or the punishment will be worse."

She obeyed him, holding her hands above her hand, shivering. Dean bent and grabbed his tie that he had thrown on the ground. He wrapped it around her wrists and then pulled it up. She stretched to her tiptoes as he pulled it through one of the ceiling pieces and back down. She looked up and saw that now it was holding her in place securly. She was on her tiptoes, stretched and exposed to their eyes. She shivered, remembering that she didn't know these men.

"You look so beautiful, Mia." Gabe whispered, kissing her neck. "You are totally exposed and vulnerable. In our control. We could do anything. We could touch you, spank you, fuck you. You have no control...no say. How does that feel?" As he spoke he touched her body all over.

She shivered at his words. The words frightened her but also turned her on. "I'm scared...but hot." 

Dean put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around. "Why are you being punished, baby?" He demanded, his eyes hard.

"Because I came." She said, licking her lips.

"You will call us both Sir."

"What?" She cried out when he slapped her ass.

"You will call us sir when addressing us."

"Yes...sir."

He caressed her face. "Good girl." He kissed her in reward before he spun her towards Gabe again. Her head swirled at the movement until Gabe stopped her, his hands holding her in place.

Then she felt a hard slap against her ass. She gasped as she realized Dean spanked her. Her eyes raised to Gabe's and she saw how aroused this made him. She shivered and then another blow came. This one harder. After another blow he stopped and stroked her ass gently, erasing some of the sting. He turned her so she was facing him. He brought his mouth to hers, kissing her gently.

"Good girl. How'd that feel, baby?."

"It hurt...sir."

"Good. You are to be punished. Soon you will begin to like it. I can tell you are a true submissive. Now, quiet as Gabe takes his turn."

Gabe then spanked her ass. Five blows before he too stroked her ass gently. They did this two more times, sharing her punishment, before Dean cursed and lowered her hands. She looked at him in question and saw he jaw clenched tight, his cock straining against his briefs. She realized her punishment was not over, it had just changed. He kept her hands tied but lowered her to her knees. "On your knees, baby. Your punishment isn't over yet."

"Yes, sir." She replied. She faced forward and realized that Deans thick cock was right in front of her. He had stipped off his underwear. She licked her lips looking at him.

"That's right, baby. You like that, dont you?" He questioned, gripping her hair. His other hand was grasping his cock, moving up and down. She nodded, and he continued, "While Gabe continues your punishment I'm going to take your mouth. Don't fight as I have control. Your hands are tied. I will take your mouth however I want. When I finish then it's Gabe's turn." The words turned her on, knowing the two men before her had all the power.

"Yes, sir." She murmured.

"Good girl." Dean stroked her hair, before gripping it hard and pulling her forward. "Mouth wide." She obeyed and he pushed his thick cock in her mouth. "Yes! That's it, baby. Take it deep. Fuck, Gabe, her mouth is hot." 

"Looks like it. You should see her ass. She's bent over and it's such a pretty shade of red. Would you like to be spanked, princess?" He asked, his hand running over it. Mia nodded her head. She couldn't believe how hot this made her. Her pussy was dripping.

Dean laughed, "That's a yes." Gabe brought his hand down and Mia cried out. Dean groaned as Mia's cries vibratated against his cock every time Gabe spanked her. He gripped her hair hard, thrusting deeper. She gagged and he stopped and waited until she adjusted. "Baby, I going to come. Swallow every drop." She nodded and he began to thrust in and out fast, fucking her mouth until he pushed in deep and came. She swallowed every bit and he pulled free.

"Fuck, that was good." Dean said.

"Now it's my turn to fuck that pretty little mouth." Gabe moved in front of her and Dean behind, switching positions. 

"Damn, Gabe. Her ass is a pretty shade of red." He rubbed her ass gently. "How's it feel, baby?" Dean said.

"Ok." Mia panted, kneeling before them. She shifted, aroused. Her ass stung but it turned her on when he rubbed it.




Black Out



"You ok for some more punishment?" Dean asked.

"Yes, sir." Mia said shivering, staring at Gabe's thick cock, which he was stoking.

"Good girl." Dean said. "Open that pretty little mouth up for Gabe." 

She obeyed, and Gabe pushed his cock in in one thrust. She gagged and he swore, "Sorry, princess, but I can't stop. It was so hot seeing Dean fuck your mouth. Seeing your ass turn red under my hand. I can't be gentle." He continued to fuck her mouth, gripping her head between his big hands to keep her where he wanted.

Dean brought his hand down. She jerked and moaned. "Fuck, her ass is hot. She likes it. She's such a hot piece. The perfect sub." 

"Her mouth is so fucking wet." Gabe panted. His hands buried deeper in her hair, holding her head still. "I'm almost there, princess." Three more thrusts and he was coming. "Fuck, Dean. Her mouth is sucking me dry." He pulled free and yanked her up into his arms, kissing her. 

"Here, baby, lets untie you." Dean carefully kneaded hand wrists, making sure any feeling came back. "How was it?" He asked.

"Hot." Mia whispered tiredly. 

"Good, because we aren't done with you yet. I think you deserve a reward." Dean whispered. The two men then worked together to bring her to another climax.

As she was coming Gabe pulled her on top of him. "Princess, I'm going to fuck you now." 

Mia eagerly nodded, moaning as his thick cock pushed into her soaked pussy. "Damn, you're tight." He groaned, bringing her mouth to his for a kiss.

Dean stroked her ass before slowly pushing one finger in. She gasped, arching her back. "Shh, baby. Relax, I'm just getting you ready." He pushed another finger in and she cried out. Gabe brought his thumb to her clit and stroked. She moaned, so turned on regardless of, or maybe because of, anything Dean was doing. 

Dean pulled his fingers free and then kissed her neck. "Baby, relax." He waited until she came against Gabe's hand before he pushed into her ass. She cried out with the pleasure and pain they made her feel.

"That's it, baby. Take me deeper. Let Gabe in that pussy." Dean rocked against her, pushing deeper into her ass. "Damn, you are tight. Have you ever been fucked here?"

"Once. In college." She panted, moaning at the intense pleasure that bordered on pain.

"Who was it?" Dean growled in jealousy. He spanked her ass when she didn't reply fast enough.

"A guy at a party. I was drunk and he took me upstairs. He turned me around and fucked my ass."

"Fuck." Gabe said, listening. "Did you like it?" 

"It hurt. He was rough, but I liked it. That's when I first knew."

"Did he fuck you again?"

"A few more times."

"Tell us." Dean demanded, getting harder.

"He tied me up once and fucked me. He left me there all day and came in to fuck me whenever he wanted."

"Fuck, princess. I think we may do that too. Dean, I can feel you thrusting into her." Gabe growled and began to move harder. They worked her body together, their movements becoming rougher as they neared their climax. Dean reached between her legs and stroked while Gabe played with and kneaded her nipples. Then they all came together.

"Princess, you ok?" Gabe said, helping her up. Dean was using her stoking to clean her up. 

"Yes, just tired." She said, leaning against him.

"We better get cleaned up. The elevator will be fixed soon. We don't want anyone else seeing her like this." Dean said, helping Mia into her skirt. 

Gabe helped snap her bra and together they put on her blouse. As she was buttoning it they each pulled on their own clothes. Just then the lights came on and the elevator began to move. The doors opened and Mia saw a group of firefighters.

"Ma'am, you ok?" The firefighter questioned, holding out a hand to help her out. Gabe brushed his hand away and helped her out himself.

"Yes, sir." Mia blushed, realizing what she said. Dean chuckled behind her, bringing his hand up to rub her back.

"You sure?" The firefighter questioned, watching her. "You look a bit flushed." He looked at the two men and then smirked, as if he knew. He looked back at her and his eyes wandered down her body.

"Yes, just thirsty." He pulled his eyes away and nodded. Hewalked away and then came back bringing them all bottles of water.

The paramedics checked them all out before allowing them to leave.

"So..." Mia said. She turned to face the two men uncertainly.

"Come home with us, Mia. We are not done with you." Gabe's voice came out hard. She realized that this was a command.

She looked at them and nodded.



Black Out: A Tale of Foam



Believe it or not, I've been a wicked little brat most of my adult life. Usually I do something silly and immature without really thinking of the implications of my actions. I guess I'll probably never truly grow up.

While all of my stories have yet to be told, I do plan on telling them. I think that some of the audience may have guessed that most of my stories have a hint of the reality to them. Voyeur was a complete fiction. Free Hugs and Caught in the Act were virtually true to life. A Night at Roxxy's was a fiction, too, but born out of a fantasy dreamed out with a friend I care for deeply. And Sensual Touch happened verbatim - just with a few name changes.

This past weekend, I was blessed with an epiphany. And while the stories leading up to this day have yet to be told (although I promise that they will be), you will need to know that Rachel and Carolyn have now met and we have all become intimately close. Carolyn has her own home, but Rachel lives with Gaye – her mother – and me. Armed with that knowledge, I hope you enjoy this tale. 

***

Years ago, I discovered the Foam Party. I traveled to Cancun, Mexico with friends and we all ended up in a dimly lit club. I didn't really know what to expect, but imagine a dance floor furnished with what appears to be a swimming pool. When the fun of the night begins, imagine foamy, soapy goop dripping from the ceiling on top of everyone bumping and grinding to the beat of the music. Imagine clothing dripping wet. Imagine half naked women and men. Imagine some more daring women that shed their clothes with abandon. Imagine lewd behavior unbecoming of a Celly.

While I've been to a few of these foam parties in Toronto and elsewhere, I had never been to one in my home town. When a local event was announced on one of the local radio stations, Rachel brought it to my budding attention. Since Rachel and Carolyn have also become acquainted, we all decided to go on Saturday night.

The weekend prior, the three of us went out and bought matching bikinis at a local shop in the bustling mall. We decided we wanted to complete the look as we couldn't really just wander down the main downtown street wearing just bikinis. We spent a fortune on oilskin black trench coats. After polishing off three bottles of zinfandel Saturday afternoon and spending way too much time in the hot tub, Carolyn, Rachel, and myself piled into my Corvette Stingray and headed downtown. Walking arm in arm, the three of us found our way through the madding crowds and to the club. The night was still young, but we knew the crowds would fill the club early in the evening. 

The club is built in an old cinema that closed years ago. All of the downtown cinemas have become nightclubs in some form. It seems to be the way of the times. So be it. More foam parties for me! I'll rent the video instead. The marquee blinked its neon goddess message to the three of us and we approached the burly bouncer at the entrance of the club. Can you believe he had the gall to demand identification proving we were the rightful drinking age of 19? Or was that flattery? I'll prefer to think it was the latter. And since we were women, we didn't have to pay the cover charge to get inside. There are a multitude of benefits to being a woman. 

I hadn't entered the building since my teenage years. I think I recall birthday parties and fun get togethers with friends during my adolescence that brought me to the old theatre. The long hall from the marquee area is still adorned with beautiful artwork of a dying era. The red carpets were still rolled down the staircase to the front door. Two glass and crystal chandeliers hung from the high vaulted ceilings decorated with sconces in plaster and frescoes in ivory. The lobby, while no longer a concession, took the same shape as the cinema lobby from the way back when. The wall that once separated the concession area from the seats had been removed and the concession stand was now a 360 degree bar up on a pedestal. Six gorgeous women in beachwear and shades, all with pink hair, manned the bar with an awe inspiring booze cabinet. Few other patrons wandered the bar at 7pm as the night was still young so we were met with happy, inviting expressions on each of the barmaid's faces. Surely after the advances of far too many eager and horny men later in the night, their expressions would likely be less than affectionate. There were plenty of raised tables scattered around the room with comfy padded barstools that were easy on the butt.

Sadly the balcony had been removed in recent years. All of the seats in the theatre had also been removed. And while there was always a somewhat steep incline in the room, the dance floor was now flat as a pancake. Steps descended to the floor into the midst of the swimming pool shell that would be the arena of our mischief in the hours to come.

All around the perimeter of the room, gogo cages hung from the wall. Little doors behind the cages obviously leaded off to tunnels for the dancing staff. I couldn't wait to see the gogo girls later.

Most of the lighting was yet to be turned on, but later in the night it became clear the owner had spent a king's ransom on the dazzling light display in the club. I knew the club had been operating for many years, but sadly I had never given it a try. All three of us agreed to come more often.

Rachel, Carolyn, and I parked ourselves at one of the tables. We ordered our drinks of choice and as the next hour or two passed, the three of us became increasingly drunk. I will confess I've been fighting a cold probably because I've been pushing myself way too hard in recent weeks, but I stifled that ailment lubricating myself with the liberating tastes of wine and spirits. I wasn't going to let a case of the sniffles keep me from having a fabulous time.

As we sat at the table and engaged in small talk, the three of us gawked around the room and enjoyed our mutual desires for voyeurism. We all love to watch women, especially young women, and Carolyn and I are 35 Rachel has yet to reach 3-0. We're still very young at heart, but I guess we are 'dirty ole women'. Giggles. 

A man in an Armani suit was at the bar chatting with the bartenders and suddenly looked over at us. A flash of recollection passed over me as he glanced in our direction. When a big smile crept onto his face, he headed in our direction. 

Man – "Well, hello there. Bet you don't remember me, do you?"

Celeste – "You look so familiar. I'm sorry you will have to refresh my memory."

Man – "The name is Andre. We went to high school together."

Celeste – "I knew I remembered you Andre. It's been so long I've had a chance to forget. It's so nice to see you again. You were the one guy in my dramatic arts class! Now I remember!"

Andre – "That's me! I was the lucky man in a class of 30 sixteen year olds."

Celeste – "As I recall, you didn't need any luck with the ladies, Andre. And I bet owning a place like this, you have no trouble even to this day."

Andre – "I'm taken. So don't get your hopes up, Celly."

Andre flashed his wedding band and pointed over at the bar where a beautiful blonde chatted with one of the bartenders. I unwittingly licked my lips as I soaked in Andre's better half's beauty.

Celeste – "Somehow I'm very happy for you, Andre. And for your wife."

Andre – "Thanks Celly. Why haven't you come to the club before now? I wish you had graced the dance floor before today."

Celeste – "You know how life goes, Andre. Oh I've been rude. Andre, meet my friends Rachel and Carolyn."

Andre – "Thank you for coming tonight and spicing up the atmosphere, ladies. All of your drinks are on me tonight. Ok? Do you know about Black Out?"

Celeste – "Ummm no. Enlighten us."

Andre – "As the night picks up, the lights on the dance floor will suddenly get turned off periodically. I'm afraid things can get a little naughty down there in the pits of hell. Hope you don't mind getting touched. If I was still single, I'd be all over you three. The dj will signal it with the words Black Out. Be ready."

Celeste – "Sounds fun. I think we came to the right party."

We all engaged in a little chitchat for a few minutes and Andre returned to his wife at the bar. They disappeared into a back office minutes later and we didn't see either of them for the rest of the night. As the club started to fill up with young women and men and the dance floor started to fill, the disk jockey decided to pump up the volume. The panoramic display of lights started to fill the fifty foot ceilings of the club. Rachel, Carolyn, and I decided to give up our perches and knew it was now time to take our coats to the cloakroom and liven up the dance floor. As the trench coats were shed, I have reason to believe a lot of wanton stares poured over the three of us. I especially tried to ignore the leering as we wandered down to the dance floor.

For another hour, the dance floor started to fill up. All three of us danced away and personal space soon meant nothing down in the chaos of the dance. Women and men would join us and move through the crowds, but I always made sure I was within touching distance of Carolyn and Rachel. When the dance floor was filled nearly to capacity, the dj announced that the foam would now drip.

I had waited for this moment all night long. Looking up into the ceiling, I watched as the water and the foam started to pour out and drip down on top of us. Laughing and squeals of pleasure filled the room as we all got entirely drenched and covered in water and soap. Throwing my now straight hair back over my shoulders as it dripped soapy residue, the three of us pulled up much closer for comfort grinding our now soaking wet bodies into one another. I felt the warmth between my thighs growing despite the cool temperatures in the room and in the water that now filled up to our knees in the pool shaped dance floor. The foam coated our bodies as we pressed our naughty bits into each other. 

I was entirely horny, as I usually am, and did not really care to hide it any longer. Pulling both of my friends close, we kissed openly on the dance floor as we spun around bobbing and weaving through the crowd. I didn't care we had an audience.

Before long as warned, the dj spouted out the words we had been anticipating. Black out. The main lights of the club clicked off, only the sounds of the sound system, the lights in the gogo cages filled with scantily clad vixens, and the phosphorescent rims around the bar remained to light our way. 

I felt the crowd press together in a rush of movement. And suddenly I felt a hand on my breast. Somebody gave my now aroused breast a hearty squeeze! I yelped out a squeal of approval.

As the lights came back on, the crowd dispersed and I was left to wonder who the mystery man or woman was. I glared over at Rachel and Carolyn and winked. But I soon found out it wasn't either of them. Who in the hell was it?

I looked around at the people around me and nobody stood out. The group closest to us seemed to consist of three couplings of men and women. So I was lost in my conjecture and I just dropped it and went back to grinding my wet body into Rachel and Carolyn.

Minutes later, the dj called it out and again and I felt the sudden movement all around me. I was almost anticipating contact again, and the dj was getting playful and this time the lack of spotlights went on for a full minute. Not only did someone grab my breasts, but their hands reached under my bikini top to touch the bare skin underneath. Well before the end of the minute, he or she retreated and I returned the skimpy top to its rightful place. Again, I looked around for the culprit but still didn't have a suspect. Ah who cares, I thought, and let them have their fun. I know who I'm going home with. Besides, whoever it was knew what to do with their hands.

Another painstaking five minutes passed. I told Rachel and Carolyn what had happened and they feigned pouts that they had yet to be groped by a mystery stranger. But sure enough, the dj clicked off the lights again and I pulled back from Rachel and Carolyn knowing someone was coming for me. I sure wasn't ready for what was going to happen.

I felt the stranger in the dark come close to me taking me into their arms. Their hands reached down and tightly grasped onto my bum as they pulled themselves into my back. Suddenly I felt the undeniably provocative feeling of ample breasts pressing into my back. The mystery groper was a woman! Eureka!

I felt her hands take hold of my cheeks giving them a desirable massage. Suddenly, I felt a slap on one cheek. Then a slap on the other. She leaned in, kissed me on the nape of my neck, and fled just before the lights came back on. I looked around in earnest with what surely must have looked like scorn in my eyes. I scanned the dance floor to find the woman. Any woman that appeared to be somewhat alone or isolated was on the other side of the floor. Where did she go? She could be anyone!

So I went back to Carolyn and Rachel with a little flush in my cheeks and positively flattered with the attention I'd been getting. They admitted they had been touched too during the blackouts, but not by the same person. They told me to enjoy it or get out of the pool. Well, I wasn't going anywhere. 

I counted the meandering minutes hoping for another taste of blindness. Soon enough, it came. Again, I pulled back from Rachel and Carolyn and waited for my stalker. Sure enough, I first felt her warm breath on my neck as she faced me for the first time. Embracing me in her arms, she pressed her breasts into mine. Her hands reached again for my bum and lowered my bikini bottoms. I could hear her giggle as she gave me a few good swats on my wet skin. I moaned as I leaned into her neck and purred like a kitten. 

Poking her nose up against mine, she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. I felt her hand come up to my cleavage as she deposited something there for safekeeping. She vanished yet again just before the lights returned to the room. Again, there was no sign of her. Was she a phantom? Sheesh. Nobody moves that quick.

Remembering the deposit, I reached into my top. I took out a business card. It was a club card for the one and only lesbian club in town. Of course, I had been there many times. Perhaps my mysterious stranger had met me there at some point in recent years. Who is she? Grrr.....I hate the suspense. 

I told Rachel and Carolyn I needed a cigarette. I was getting way too horny. Soon enough, I probably would have dragged the both of them home for a night of rumpy pumpy if I didn't get a little break from these sensations. They decided to keep dancing. Neither of them smoke. And in Canada you can't smoke anywhere it seems. So I got out of the pool and grabbed the robe I had stashed. Donning it, I walked down to the front doors and the bouncer flashed me a little wave. I lit my smoke.

Suckling away at my nicotine goddess, my mind raced about the identity of the woman inside. I desperately wanted to know the woman, but somehow I knew she wanted to remain a figment of my imagination. As I watched the gathering crowds out front of the club, I felt a tapping on my shoulder.

I turned around to face a woman. She was young, maybe 25 years old, with a cute dimpled face. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and it was died pink like the bartenders inside. I assumed she was one of the bartenders on her night off. Her eyes were a deep green which drew me into them as I watched her own thoughts dancing behind those mesmerizing eyes. She was a few inches shorter than me, maybe 5'6", and of a similar build to my own. My eyes tarried a bit uncomfortably long on her ample breasts in that skimpy bikini top of hers. Her sarong draped over her mid section and her thighs and I begged for the oversized safety pin to pop its clasp. Her skin was delightfully tanned to a deep auburn. I noted a little tattoo of a cloud and an angel on her midriff, and a little piercing in her navel that looked like a coupling of hearts. 

I guess my mind took a few moments to take her into my concentration. She lifted a cigarette to her rosy lips begging for a light from my zippo. Without a word, I flicked my lighter and lit her cigarette. 

Woman – "Having fun tonight?"

Celeste – "More than usual. What a great club! Come here often?"

Woman – "Often enough. I love to dance."

Celeste – "I do too. I don't do it nearly enough any more. I think I'll have to come back for more."

Woman – "I hope you do. My name is Angela. What's yours?"

Celeste – "My name is Celeste. You can call me Celly, though."

Angela – "Celly it is then. Come here with a boyfriend?"

Celeste – "Noperoo but my friends Rachel and Carolyn are dancing queens in there right now. They sent the smoker to the outer realms for a bit. They might be carrying on quite a bit right about now. I probably should get back to them."

Angela – "Oh so they are a little...friendly?"

Celeste – "I guess we all are. Three peas in a pod, really."

Angela – "Sounds like a cozy pod. Maybe you should go down the way to the lesbian club too. You might like it there."

Angela winked and put out her cigarette. The two women went back inside. Just as they approached the crowds in the area around the bar, Angela spoke with a commanding tone over the bold shoulders of a couple football players from the nearby university team.

Angela – "You might want to flip the card, Celly."

With that, Angela vanished into the crowd. I realized in the blink of that second who Angela was. Frig! I'm so fricken dense! I desperately pushed my way through the crowd but Angela was nowhere to be found. A little downtrodden and lost, I wandered to the edge of the stage to peer through the crowd. Angela was nowhere to be found. I fumbled into my top to remove the card. Flipping it over, I found Angela's name written in pink ink. Underneath there was a cell phone number for her.

Opening my purse, I took out my cell phone and called the number. I could hear the familiar ringtone of a phone right behind me. I turned around to face Angela. She approached me and took me into her arms. 

Celeste – "Want to get out of here? I think my friends would understand if I left with you."

Angela – "They'd be welcome too if you want."

Celeste – "Naughty girl. Maybe later. I think I want you all to myself for a while."

Angela – "Yes I guess I deserve that. I was quite a tease wasn't I?"

Celeste – "You most certainly were. You probably deserve what I always like to get when I'm a bad girl."

Angela – "Is that what I think it is?"

Celeste – "You're very intuitive. And I've never wanted to spank another woman more than I do right now. To be honest, I've never even thought twice about it. But for you I'll make an exception."

Angela – "Lead the way, Macduff."

Celeste – "Uno momento, signorita. I better tell the girls I'm going."

I went down to Rachel and Carolyn and they both grinned as I pointed up at the beautiful young woman that just picked me up. I told them to give me an hour alone with her then to sneak in and surprise the both of us. They readily agreed to the sneaky plan and I left the keys to the Vette with them. Angela and I darted off to the cloakroom. We took off down to her car and drove back to my home. 

Not a word was spoken in that drive. I imagine her mind was racing as fast as mine. I imagine she was playing out her little fantasy as much as I was inventing it in my own depraved, naughty mind. As I directed her to the house, I looked out the window at the passing scenes of the city without making eye contact. When we finally arrived, I came around and led her up to the door. Letting us both inside, I took her by the hand to the bedroom without hesitation or waiting. 

When we arrived in the bedroom, I put a finger to her mouth. Taking her arms to her side, I held them in place and told her to stay put. I wandered over to the nightstand beside my waterbed opening up the drawers with a newfound interest. I had never been inspired like this before. Angela needed me to spank her. In all my years, I had never contemplated taking this role and the feeling of dominance, although slight, was washing over me in the heat of the moment. As I fumbled through my arsenal of toys, I realized that for the first time in my life I was seeking out things I wanted to use on another woman. For the first time, I was planning out how this moment of temptation would play out. I was the director of the charade. How intoxicating!




Black Out: A Tale of Foam



I found my favorite wooden brush and quickly stashed it under the pillow of the bed. I found my leather blindfold and returned to the impatiently waiting Angela. I could hear her heavy breathing and realized how aroused she was as she approached something that was new to her. Or maybe it wasn't? To be honest, I just didn't want to know. As I approached her, I slipped in behind her. Pulling the blindfold over the crown of her head, I slowly let the semi circles of the leather blinder shield her eyes. She let out a soft gasp and I shushed her as I let it rest depriving her of any vision in the centre of this dark bedroom of sin. Blindfolds, for me, had always helped rid myself of the few lingering inhibitions I still had. Being deprived of sight heightened the ominous sounds of touch or the laps of the waves in the waterbed beneath me in the wake of lovemaking. Being blinded inflamed the scents of perspiration on the soft, supple skin of my lovers. Blinding of the eyes made the subtle touches of the body entirely surprising and inviting. I wasn't going to deprive Angela of this luxury.

Removing Angela's coat and letting it fall to the floor, I let my hands dive for the tie on her back for her bikini top. Slowly I tugged at the knot and let it unravel to feel her top fall open. My hands reached up over her breasts glancing over her already erect nipples. I reluctantly pulled my fingertips away from the sensitive nubs of flesh and removed Angela's top. Still damp I slingshot it across the room hearing it hit something on the dresser as it tumbled over. Stifling a giggle, I knelt down behind Angela removing her sarong and bottoms of her bikini. Letting the garments fall to the floor, I reached up to grasp her rounded cheeks in my hands. Giving them a hearty squeeze, I stood up behind her. Leaning in to kiss Angela on the back of the neck, and then on her earlobe, I whispered into her ear.

Celeste – "I would have liked to give you an oily massage right about now. Or to taste your very aroused clit. Or to sample those nipples on your amazing breasts. But you've been a very naughty girl, haven't you Angela? And bad girls deserve one thing first and foremost don't they?"

Angela – "Yes Maam. I deserve a good spanking don't I?"

Celeste – "Yes you do. And for the first time in my life, I actually want to spank someone. I know you deserve to be over my knee. I know you deserve to feel the warmth and the sting of a good swat on that naughty bare bum of yours. I've had the pleasure of it so many times I have lost count, but it isn't my bum that's getting spanked tonight. It's yours! Long, hard, and over and over. Is that understood, younglady?"

Angela – "Yes Maam. Please spank me. I'm putty in your hands."

Celeste – "Yes you are MINE tonight, Angela."

I reached up and took Angela by the ear dragging her across the room to the edge of the bed. Plopping my bum down on the warm bed and feeling the waves under me, I moved into the centre of the bed. Pulling Angela up and over top of me, I urged her to lay over my lap. Reaching down, I could see the faint moonlight coming in through the Venetian blinds and illuminating the room ever so slightly. I could see the pale skin on the bottom lying over my lap. I could feel the jiggle of her cheeks as my hands judged the firm heart shaped bottom. I felt the play in the skin and delighted at the rapture of having a woman over my knee. Why had I always resisted this? 

My left hand ran up and down Angela's back and traced her spine. Feeling her quiver, my stronger right hand left the comforts of her bottom. Watching my hand loom in the air, I watched the inviting target very closely. With a sudden thrust, my hand came down on Angela's bottom with significant force. 

Without mimicking that first sudden masterstroke, I slowed the intensity of the upcoming spanking. Warming Angela up for a full minute with slaps on each of her cheeks, I made sure I covered every inch of her wonderfully bounding bum cheeks. With every stroke of my strong hand, I felt the pressure and the warmth building inside of me. I felt the quiver of my pussy lips as I indulged in dominant tendencies long hiding inside of my unconscious. I watched as Angela's lower half of her body quaked in my lap. I listened intently to her moans and her squeals feeling her out for increasing desires for more. I didn't witness a single dismissing quest for mercy so I let the magnitude and the ferocity of my slaps build with each minute.

For more than two minutes, my hand continued to fill the room with the sounds of flesh contacting flesh. Angela's damp skin made the spanking that much more enjoyable to me. Her little wiggles on my lap, without struggling or flailing, added to the desire to take this little woman to the edge of her discovery of a new passion.

I concentrated on the lower fleshier portions of her cheeks ensuring I slapped these edges of heaven with more strength than I thought I had. My hands found their mark on her thighs too and I found undeniable resistance here. Angela's thighs were very sensitive.

With that, I broke off my assault. I let my left hand massage her cheeks. I felt the heat escaping the now tenderized flesh of her bum and felt the warmth hiding just beneath the surface of her skin. I felt Angela's body quiver during this brief respite. I leaned down to give each of her cheeks a soft kiss with my damp lips. Leaving behind a faint taste of wetness....a footprint of my wanting lips. Kissing up her back along the spine, I found her neck. Taking her skin into my mouth at the side of her neck, I savored the salty taste of her sweat. Pulling back from her, I reached her ear and softly whispered. I reached under the pillow retrieving the wooden hairbrush.

Celeste – "I have a little toy right here I think you need still, Angela. I don't think this spanking has come to an end quite yet."

Angela – "No Maam. I think we are far from adjourning for the night. I'm still a very naughty girl in your eyes, aren't I?"

Celeste – "Yes younglady, but I think we're virtually at the finish line."

Without warning, the sound of wood on wet skin filled the bedroom. Ten rapid swats of the brush rained down on Angela's warm bottom. I paused for a moment after that torrent of hairbrush spankings to rub the veneered wood over Angela's mounds of pale white skin. 

Reeling back in a series of slow swats, I made sure to alternate cheeks and targets on Angela's bottom as I found the mark ten more times with heavy, harsh volleys. With that, I let the hairbrush fall to the side and I pulled her up into my arms. Straddling my lap, she hugged me and kissed me with passionate intent. 

I had heard the door open downstairs a couple minutes back and had heard the footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Perhaps Angela had heard them too, but I doubted her concentration was on that particular ambient sound. I saw the bedroom door open and the smiling faces of both Carolyn and Rachel peer into the room. I reached up to remove the leather blindfold from Angela's eyes. I watched for a moment as her eyes squinted and adjusted to the light for a half a minute. I pointed over at the doorway and she turned to take a gander.

A big smile crept onto her face. And the rest of the evening? Well, I doubt anybody on SIN wants to hear that one. Night night, sweethearts.

Celly