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Obsession

By: Threesheets



I'm obsessed. I admit it, I embrace it and I revel in the fact that I'm obsessed. Obsessed with the male member known as a penis, a cock, a schlong, a Johnson, Mr. Happy, A DICK. All kinds, slender ones, thick ones :-), short ones, long ones, average ones, as long as they are shaped with that wonderfully velvet soft head that has the wider collar, and a stiff shaft.

Don't ask me where this obsession came from. I just fell into it. I wish it was ON it but that will come. Often and with much vigor.

Let me tell you that I can't get enough of gazing at the male member. Either in real life or pictures. I just can't resist the sight of a man with a nice "package". This just fuels my fantasy and feeds my obsession.

Who am I? Well I'm a nice middle class housewife that you wouldn't look twice at if you were to see me on the street although I will look twice at you if you have something to look at.

I just love the feel of the soft skin that surrounds my object of affection. The soft head, the gentle bouncing up and down when the owner is excited.

I would love to just lay in the middle of the room and have a dozen men all naked masturbating on me so I can watch all of the different sizes that go with a dozen men. I would love to taste each one so I could later think of the individual flavors each man brings. Or better yet have them time their cums so that I may take each in my mouth and swallow the seed that comes from them. That would be a taste test to be remembered.

I finally met a friend who would let me live a smaller version of this fantasy. We went to a nice quiet motel and he acted as bouncer as he had five of his close friends there. They were all naked and waiting for me. You should have seen them. All sitting there and I walked in. I wanted to see for myself if they would be assholes or just give me what I wanted.

My friend Tom, came up to me and just put his arms around me. Pulling me close, close, I asked if this was really what I wanted. After getting my assurance that it was indeed what I wanted, he lowered his lips to mine and gently kissed me. The kiss became more intense with our tongues dueling. His hands moved downwards to my rather round bottom and grasping a double handful of ass he pulled me into him.

Moving his hands to caress my whole body, he cupped my breasts and gently pinched the nipples until they became harder than when I walked in. The then moved to the back of my dress, unzipping me to the waist. Somewhere he undid my bra. It was then that I felt a second set of lips nuzzling the back of my neck. Two more pair were teasing my ears. Licking them and nibbling the lobes

I gasped out loud as the other two men in the room each captured a nipple and proceeded to suck and bite them gently to hardness. All this time I was being thoroughly kissed by Tom.

Stepping back he signaled the five guys to back up. As they did, my clothes went with them. While I'm not a hard body, I think of myself as sexy. I'm round. With a full bottom and perky breasts. Soft skin that has a light sprinkling of freckles all over me.

I dropped to my knees and looked at each man there. Only Tom was still clothed. He motioned for me to continue as this was for me. Taking a nice sized cock about 6" in length with a slight curve upwards in my hand, I gently kissed the tip, teasing it with my tongue. Reaching to my right I found another that was longer by at least 3", This one I stroked lovingly. Then looking to the left I thought I would die. There was an 10" dick, as big around as a small zucchini, curved downward. I had to have that dick. Moving to the left I positioned myself in front of it and took it in my mouth. 

Licking as I coaxed the dick into my mouth, I felt it slide over my tongue and then into the back of my mouth. Nudging the owner a little, I soon found the entire beautiful dick in my mouth with my nose in his pubic hair. Moving my head back and forth, I continued the loving I was giving the unknown cock. It fit PERFECTLY in my mouth and down my throat.

Blindly reaching out I found another dick being presented to me. This one was THICK. I couldn't get my hand around it. This was going to be fun.

Suddenly a new sensation came over me as I felt someone moving my knees wider. I then felt a tongue on my bald pussy. It felt so good, sliding into me and sucking my juices as they poured out of me. I was leaking so much the juices were running down my thighs.

I could feel the first cum of the day and it hit me like a brick. I was shaking and quivering so bad I couldn't stay up on my knees, I think I almost smothered the poor guy under me as I collapsed onto his face.

Pulling the monster in my left hand down, I quickly had him lie down and I swung my leg over him until he was positioned just right for me to sink down on him. I felt my vaginal lips being parted and slowly lowered myself onto him. Once I had him totally encased in my greased pussy, I began moving back and forth. Squeezing him as I moved. The lovely cock that was still lodged in my throat began to swell and I pulled away to taste the juices that were imminent.

As he blasted off in my mouth, I had both hands full. Looking up I saw two dicks both about 7 inches long just inches from my face as I slowly jacked them off. Once the dick in my mouth was finished, I pulled my head back and pulling the two in my hands toward my mouth I continued jacking them off.

I could feel someone spreading my ass cheeks and gently slipped a lubricated finger into my bottom. This was quickly followed by two more as my ass was opened up to the man who had given me such fantastic head. I could feel him position himself behind me and insinuate his penis in my little rosebud of an asshole. Gently pushing himself in I felt every millimeter of him going into me. The soft head first popping in past the spincter, then the slightly raised surface that was the veins that held all the blood in his penis to keep it so hard for me.

The jack off session with the other two was getting intense and I noticed they were both about ready to cum. Quickly jacking them off I put the heads of their dicks together so I could put them both at my open mouth, as they too came. The mixed taste of the two flavors of cum was enough to send me over the edge again as my friend behind me completed his journey up my ass. 

I've never been so filled. A huge dick in my pussy, another in my ass and a mouth full of cum. What more could a middle aged housewife and grandmother want?

As I felt the two dicks that were in me start a complimentary in and out motion I started to see stars again as another orgasm flooded over me. Releasing the two dicks in my hands, I collapsed on to the man who possessed the huge dick in my pussy as the one in my ass just kept on slamming into me. 

I must have passed out for a while. How long I don't know, but when woke up I was on the floor of the motel, looking up and surrounded by five erect penis'. All the men were stroking themselves and almost as if rehearsed, they all began to shoot at the same time, covering my face, breasts, stomach and pussy with their juices. All I could do was lay there and arch my back as still another unexpected orgasm raced from my breasts back to my pussy then back up to my head.

Out again. I was gently being shaken by Tom. I looked up at him almost asking if I had just awoke from a fantastic dream. Then looking down at my naked body I saw that I was covered with cum. Taking my hands I rubbed it into my skin, letting the moisture soak in. Tom then helped me up and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and told me to get cleaned up.

Stepping out of the shower, Tom was there with a towel. He then started to dry me. The rough motel towel raising the blood to the surface of my skin caused me to glow bright pink.

Looking up at Tom, I fell into his arms and made the observation that he didn't participate. He just looked down at me and told me that he could wait. 

Taking him by the hand I lead him into the room then I slowly undid his shirt, then his pants. As his pants dropped down to the floor I was facing a stiff 7" penis that saluted me by rising up another inch. Taking it into my mouth I lovingly kissed and licked until it started to vibrate with anticipation. 

Getting up from my knees and using his penis as a handle, I pulled Tom to the bed where he kneeled between my wide spread legs. Sinking into me in one stroke, he took the breath from me. Then just letting himself soak in my pussy I started to flex the muscles there and he started to move in and out of me. As I reached one climax he just kept fucking me. 

The second climax of the session hit me and he continued to stoke evenly into me. Pulling him to me and capturing his lips with mine I screamed for him to fuck me hard. As he picked up the pace, his pubic bone kept slamming into my already stiff little clit. Then just as I hit another climax he sunk into me hard and moved his hips, causing the hair on his pubic bone to rub against me I exploded in a screech that should have woke the dead.

Waking up in each other's arms, we slowly kissed and then went to take a shower together. He had to get me back quickly or my husband would wonder where I was all afternoon. If it wasn't for that we'd have played drop the soap, I could hardly wait for him to play hide the weenie.

Obsession



Chapter 1

Kyle Whitley was getting tight. He wasn't falling down drunk yet, but he was getting there. That was why he was trying to fumble open the sliding patio door leading out to Paul and Ann's rear deck. It was a nice one, solid as a rock. They'd only had it for a couple of weeks. After having seen it earlier in the evening, Kyle was thinking of building one to replace his back porch too. Paul said it hadn't taken him but four weekends to do the whole thing. Kyle stumbled over the track for the sliding door.

It was February, Valentine's Day. Even in south Texas, that made for pretty cool evenings and he thought the fresh air would help clear his head. He reckoned the party would last at least another couple of hours and that would give him just about enough time to sober up well enough to drive himself and his wife, Peggy, home. 

The nearly full glass of Jack and coke he held in his right hand couldn't be left behind. He couldn't remember why, but he'd worked it out in his mind just a few minutes ago. He was satisfied with the knowledge an earlier version of himself had made the decision. He wasn't of a mind to pour the Jack and coke out. Huh-uh! That would be alcohol abuse. He chuckled. He wasn't going to abuse alcohol by pouring it out.

Still chuckling, he finally got through the big glass door and even managed to slide it shut behind him. He ambled to the far right corner and leaned over to put his elbows on the top of the railing. Kyle enjoyed the comfortable slouch for a time. When his back began to hurt after a while, he straightened, pressed his belly against the top rail, and arched his back to relieve stiff muscles. The deck was only a couple feet off the ground, just enough to give a man a feeling of being elevated over the landscape but not far enough to make falling off it something to be afraid of. 

He bumped the rail with his belly again, harder this time. He surprised himself by breaking wind in an especially long and disgusting manner. But lordy, lordy, lordy, it sure felt good. Someone snorted a highly opinionated disdain. Kyle was momentarily embarrassed, but the self-consciousness didn't last long in the whisky-induced fog in his mind. The breeze quickly took any foul odor off downwind behind him anyway. He bellied back up to the railing and stretched his arms above his head.

He vaguely felt a hand slipping between two of the vertical supports but it didn't provoke a response. He was going to have to think about it and thinking was difficult just now. 

When he felt his zipper being pulled down, he tried to get his hands down to defend that precious region of his body. He banged the heel of his palms on the top of the railing...and that hurt. He spent a few moments massaging each hand. By the time he thought to move away from the railing, his prick had been removed from the protection of his boxers and exposed to the night air. That lasted only a second or two. Almost immediately, his penis was engulfed in something wonderfully hot, wet, and velvety smooth. 

He didn't know if the moaning came from his throat or from down below. He decided it didn't matter. What the unseen mouth was doing down there felt damn good. He knew he'd found Peggy. He'd thought she might be out here somewhere. 

His wife was one hell of a good cocksucker although she'd learned it virtually from scratch since they got married. He chuckled to himself, remembering their first few uncertain attempts to perform oral sex on one another. It had been fun though...lots of breathless giggles from her and hearty guffaws from him. 

Peggy's mouth was a volcanic cavern of pleasure for him. Her tongue slathered all around the helmet-shaped head and probed into the sensitive region beneath. It felt sooooo good. Backing off slightly, Peggy adjusted her grip on Kyle's shaft and came back with her head angled slightly to take more of him inside. Kyle hissed in appreciation as he felt his prick slide down his wife's throat. She only did that occasionally. Usually she couldn't get her throat relaxed enough. When she had a few drinks though...

"Oh God, Peggy," Kyle whispered. "That feels so damn good." The woman stopped abruptly and let Kyle's penis slip from between her lips.

"Hmmmmmm?" she said slowly.

********

Ann was late. Not much, just ten minutes or so, but it was an eternity for Kyle. He'd been waiting inside the café where they'd agreed to get together, his fingers drumming on the table as he contemplated the possibility she wouldn't show. They'd only been meeting for a couple of weeks. He wasn't sure how Ann really felt about their series of secret rendezvous. If he was nervous, she probably was too. They both had a lot to lose and neither seemed to know what to do about this thing. It was dangerous to get together like this, but they just had to.

She arrived in a rush, flushed with the fast walk inside from her car and smiling happily at seeing him stand to greet her. She kissed his cheek and received a chaste peck in return. They were in public after all. They were more than good friends but public displays of affection were foreign to both of them. She chatted enthusiastically about what to eat for dinner while she spread samples of a circular over the table for him to see. They settled on one printed on light blue construction paper.

They picked over the remains of the salmon entrée and steamed vegetables. The supposed reason for their meeting having been disposed of, they became awkward with each other. Neither wanted to broach the subject that was really the reason for coming here tonight, but the light had gone out of Ann's eyes. They couldn't avoid the topic any longer.

"Ann," Kyle said softly, "we gotta tell them...we can't go on this way. They're going to find out sooner or later, you know. If they find out by themselves, it's not going to make things any better--it'll just make things worse." He looked down into his coffee cup, wishing it were a crystal ball that could tell him what to do about this thing that had come between him and his best friend's wife. There were no solutions in the dregs of the strong brew that he could see.

"I know," Ann said unsteadily. "I feel so guilty all the time and I know Paul can see it on my face. I can't even bear to look him in the eyes." Kyle nodded. It was the same with him when he was with his wife, Peggy. Then he shook his head.

"It's not something to feel guilty about, Ann," he said, a little more forcefully than he'd planned. "It's not like we set out to go out and have sex one day. What happened...just happened. It's no one's fault." There were tears trickling from Ann's eyes now. She touched a tissue to the corner of each eye in a vain attempt to stem the increasing flow.

"It's just that Paul will be so hurt," Ann said. "I can't face that." Kyle caught her wrists in his hands and pressed her palms together on the tabletop. 

"Honey," he said quietly, "he's going to be even more hurt if we don't tell him. Sooner or later, he and Peggy are going to figure out something is going on and then we'll look like criminals or something...you know that," he finished in a coaxing tone. "It's just something we have to do and hope they'll understand. There's no two ways about it." 

He released her wrists and patted the backs of her hands affectionately. The physical contact reassured her; it seemed to give her a little strength. She sat up straighter and nodded her acceptance. She bit her lips for a moment then took a deep breath and let it out. Her head came up, her eyes lifted to meet his and a smile grew on her lips. The color left her face in an instant, leaving her alarmingly pale. 

"PAUL!" she cried. Kyle swiveled in his seat to see his friend standing nearly at his shoulder. He and Ann had been so intent on their conversation they hadn't seen him come in the café, much less walk up to them. 

Kyle looked at Paul closely. Paul didn't look good. Dressed casually, but correctly, he still gave the impression of being slightly disheveled. He looked worried. His complexion was as pasty as Ann's...and his own, Kyle suspected. He'd been caught with his friend's wife, and now there could be hell to pay. He and Ann had no other option now. They had to confess to her husband what they'd done.

"Ann...please, Ann...I've got to know what's going on," Paul said raggedly, his voice breaking twice in the short entreaty. Ann's tears poured from her eyes now. Raising her arms to her husband, she pleaded mutely for him to come to her. He did, contorting his body to slide into the bench seat beside her. He held her as she pressed her face into his shoulder and murmured soft words that had no meaning into her hair. 

It was a while before Ann regained control and sat up straight. Kyle sat quietly the whole time, keeping his eyes on the table to give his friends as much privacy as he could. He occupied himself straightening the pile of sample circulars. Paul watched him with growing hostility in his eyes but the printed words on the top leaflet caught his eye before he said anything.

"My birthday?" he said in a confused tone. "That's what this is all about? You're setting up a surprise party?" The colored pages contained an invitation to come help celebrate Paul Anderson's birthday. Paul's face brightened spectacularly, then fell again when Kyle shook his head in negation. 

Kyle looked at Ann forcefully, willing her to nerve herself for what was to come.

"Well...we are, but that's only part of the reason we've been seeing a lot of each other," Kyle said. "Ann, we got to do it," he said slowly. She nodded, sighing. Kyle shifted his eyes to Paul.

"Paul," Kyle said slowly, "we have something to tell you that is going to be hard for you to hear...and I don't know exactly how to do it, so bear with me. Please...let Ann and me say what we have to say and then you can do whatever you want to, okay?" His eyes brimming with suspicion, Paul nodded curtly. Kyle breathed in deeply and held it. He let it out and began to speak.

********

"That's all there is to it?" Paul demanded, his voice crackling with impatience. He looked at his wife. She nodded. "You mean to tell me you started sucking Kyle's cock by mistake at the Valentine's Day party? By mistake? How the hell do you do it by mistake?"

"It was dark, honey," Ann said patiently. She was going over things she'd already explained, but this was her husband and it was important he understood. 

"I heard Kyle fart; it sounded just like you do when you've been drinking beer and I didn't stop to think it might be someone else. It wasn't until he called me Peggy that I realized what had happened and I stopped right then..." 

"So this sordid little affair started with a big, ol' fart? Is that what you're telling me?" Paul inquired sarcastically, his voice strained. Ann looked up into his eyes and found something there. She doubled up her fist and hit her husband in the ribs--hard.

"Damn you, Paul Anderson," she said hotly. "This isn't one bit funny." 

Paul had a small grin on his face all the same. In the relief that quickly spread around the table though, she and Kyle were soon smiling broadly and all three gave in to chuckles a moment later. It was a few minutes before they could completely stifle them.

"Uh...Paul...look, I'm really sorry this happened," Kyle said sincerely. "I'd give the world if it hadn't happened but we...Ann...I..." Paul waved his hand carelessly at his friend. 

"I know you didn't mean it," Paul said. "I can see it on your faces. Besides, I'm well aware Ann has...ahhhhhh...had sex with other men," he said, trying to be delicate about what he was saying. "She was divorced when I met her, for Pete's sake," he added. 

"I'm not terribly upset about the "accident" as you put it, but I am upset about what you two put me through the past two weeks." Kyle and Ann looked at each other shamefacedly.

"If you'd just come to me right away," Paul said, "I wouldn't have lost so much sleep and I'd be a lot less stressed out. How come you didn't just tell me?" he asked Kyle and Ann, his eyes traveling from one to the other. Kyle looked uncomfortable.

"Peggy," he said quietly. "Once we told you, we'd have to tell Peggy."

"Oh," Paul replied. The three of them looked at each other glumly. 

********

It wasn't that Peggy Whitley wasn't a good person. Heck, Kyle's wife was the first one to put an arm around a neighborhood kid with a scraped knee; she'd be on your front porch with a pot of chicken noodle soup if you were ill and couldn't get out; and she was generous to a fault with all the neighborhood charity drives. It wasn't any of that. 

It's just...well...her mom was one of the original feminists. Kyle wondered from the day he met Peggy's family how that philosophy coexisted with the practical realities of a long marriage to a successful businessman. They'd had five children too. Kyle didn't know how that fit in with Denise's agenda.

Early in his marriage, Kyle had summoned the courage to ask Dan, his new father, about it and he told Kyle quite candidly that he ignored most of what Kyle's mother-in-law said when he heard her using the movement's odd mantras. He said he reverted to a 19th century philosophy of allowing the woman to run matters relating to the household and let her have sway over all that virtually without comment. 

Outside of that, he said they made compromises and agreements or Denise was invited to pack her bags and leave. Kyle was impressed. He also wondered if Denise appreciated the irony of her husband's way of dealing with her political beliefs...or if she knew.

Once or twice, in her role as mother, Denise said some hurtful and antagonistic things about males in general and Kyle in particular at the dinner table. Dan jumped in and told Denise in no uncertain terms that what she was saying was highly inappropriate and that it needed to cease. Denise's eyes got a little vacant, as if she were going over what she had said, or perhaps she was consulting a reference library that told her what was and was not appropriate commentary according to an agreement of some kind. Each time, Denise apologized to Kyle and the incident passed. 

Anyway, Peggy inherited from her mother an attitude that bordered on intolerance for men's foibles and idiosyncrasies. It persisted well into a marriage that produced two wonderful children but it caused their marriage to be a rocky one from time to time. She always came back to Kyle though--almost returning to the woman she'd been when he married her. Lately though, it had taken longer for them to work past the disagreements.

She was intensely competitive too. For instance, though she was slight of stature, it infuriated her when Kyle could easily open a pickle jar she'd wrestled with all day long. In short, she tolerated no differences between herself as a representative of the female portion of the race and Kyle as an unwilling rep for the male half. Sometimes it meant she had to watch a sporting event she really didn't want to, and Kyle had to watch "Steel Magnolias" or something in that vein when it struck Peggy's fancy. 

The last time they'd watched that movie, Kyle hadn't been able to fight off his boredom and lack of interest. His snoring finally made it impossible for Peggy to continue watching the movie and she woke him up. After a few sharp comments, she'd flounced off to bed. She'd suggested he sleep on the couch instead of joining her. Sleepy and quite comfortable where he was, Kyle had nodded and stretched out. He'd drifted off again before his wife got upstairs. She hadn't given up ragging on him for that for a long while, but she hadn't made him watch the movie again either.

At times, her attitudes caused more significant conflicts. There was the time, for instance, when Kyle caught her in a fib about where she'd been when someone dented the fender on the car. She'd actually been buying a new dress at the mall, not the supermarket like she told him. At the time, they couldn't really afford for her to buy that dress but she was afraid it wouldn't be there when they could. It had to be that exact dress, so she'd gone back and gotten it after telling Kyle she would not. 

Kyle had had his suspicions. There was something odd about the way Peggy was acting when she told him about the supermarket parking lot, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. When the police report they had to submit with the insurance claim gave the lie to her whereabouts at the time of the accident, Kyle asked his wife some pointed questions. He was completely unprepared for the onslaught of verbal volleys that were hurled at him. 

When he got mad at the undeserved treatment and fired back, Peggy refused to talk to him for two solid weeks. Just because she wasn't talking didn't stop Kyle though. He fell into the habit of making extemporaneous, rhetorical remarks about the incident whenever the mood struck him. 

For instance, he made much of the fact that she wouldn't have gotten into the accident if she hadn't been doing something she'd promised she wouldn't. He didn't get an explanation. Peggy had sworn to herself she would not talk to him for a long time and that period was not yet up. Her self-imposed inability to even respond to her husband made her mad. That she couldn't counter the logic of the remark infuriated her even more. When he got on to her for lying when she professed to loath people who did that, Kyle earned himself another two weeks of the silent treatment.

She'd taken the dress back, only to have Kyle put it on layaway and buy it for her when things calmed down. He ate bologna sandwiches for two months at lunchtime to be able to do it, but he thought it would be worth it. He figured it would be a peace offering, but Peggy went ballistic instead. She hadn't wanted a man to get it for her. She'd wanted to do it herself. The dress was on a rack stuffed in the back of her closet. It had never been worn. 

Though they usually got along, the antagonism reached levels Kyle wasn't willing to overlook on several other occasions. He loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but there were times when he could not put up with her ways. 

They separated twice, living apart for three weeks the first time and two months the second time. The second time had been particularly humiliating for Peggy. She'd had to admit she was wrong in throwing a fit about a credit card purchase and accusing him of buying a trinket for one of the floozies in the secretary pool. When the bill came in, it was plain to see it had been for a present for her sister's birthday and the flowers that had been sent in both their names. She'd forgotten. That had been a few months after Todd was born and things had been relatively smooth since then. 

No, the reluctance to talk with her about the mistake wasn't because Peggy was a bad person exactly. It's just that she was never inclined to give a man, particularly Kyle, much of a break. They put off telling her as long as they could.

********

"Peggy," Kyle said as gently as he could, "Ann and I need to talk to you about something that happened at the Valentine's Day party." Kyle was sitting beside Peggy on the couch while Ann sat on the Lazy Boy recliner. Kyle had tried to take her hand but Peggy wouldn't let him. She seldom did. She wasn't a bubblegum popping schoolgirl she usually remarked when he wanted to. 

"What is it, honey?" Peggy asked in a sweet voice. "It's not about the party for Paul, is it?" Kyle shook his head and bit his cheek to keep from saying something out of irritation when Peggy turned away. 

He'd already told her it was about something to do with the February party and she'd ignored it. His jaw muscles clinched tight. He was trying to be gentle about this but a number of old frustrations had been weighing on his mind over the past few weeks as he tried to find a way to tell his wife what had happened. A mistake shouldn't be this difficult to tell her about. He should be able to trust she would have enough faith in him to believe what he needed to say. Instead...




Obsession



"Would you like me to freshen your coffee?" Peggy asked Ann solicitously. Ann put her hand over her nearly full cup.

"No...thanks, but this is plenty for me," Ann replied. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. "Do you want to go first, Kyle?" she asked. "You went first with Paul," she added. Peggy looked at me, then back at Ann. Suspicion began to wrinkle her forehead.

"What's this all about?" she asked warily. "Kyle, what did you do?" she asked. The assumption and the accusation were plain to hear in her voice. Kyle shook his head at Ann's suggestion and faced Peggy directly.

"I...Ann and I...we made a bad mistake at the Valentine's Day party," he said hoarsely. He took a deep breath, wet his lips with a nervous tongue, and began again.

Peggy's eyes narrowed as he launched into a hurried explanation of how he'd strolled out on the back deck at Ann and Paul's house while Peggy was out getting her sweater from their car, how he'd bumped into the railing, and about the gases from the chili at lunch had initiated an accidental indiscretion. 

********

Peggy conveyed Ann to the front door courteously, thanking her for coming to talk about the problem. She was all smiles. They were reserved for Ann though. She refused to look at Kyle. When the door closed behind Ann, Peggy turned around and swung an open palm at the side of his face. Startled, Kyle blocked her hand with his forearm and backed up a step to watch her apprehensively. His block had hurt her hand and she rubbed at it with her other one.

"YOU SORRY BASTARD," she screamed at the top of her lungs. "YOU THINK YOU CAN LET THAT HUSSY SUCK YOUR PRICK AND YOU BOTH JUST GET AWAY WITH IT? YOU GOT ANOTHER THINK COMING, DAMN YOU! YOU JUST WAIT!"

Kyle looked at her in amazement. His wife had been angry before, but this was something new. She'd never been so out of control. His eyes narrowed as he watched the furious woman mouth words and threats he'd never have imagined would come out of her mouth. Finally, he'd had enough.

"SHUT UP!" he bellowed. The rumbling roar from deep in his chest overwhelmed her and Peggy stuttered to a stop. Her face was flushed from rage; her eyes glared at him malevolently. 

"DON'T YOU TELL ME--" she began. Kyle motioned at the doorway into the hall. Five year old Megan and three year old Todd were watching with tears in their eyes as their parents argued. Peggy turned to them and became a warm and caring mother, changing from a screaming harridan without missing a beat. She hugged her children, telling them everything was all right while glowering at Kyle over their heads.

It wasn't all right and Kyle knew it. He felt nauseous; there was an iciness in the pit of his stomach that entrenched itself and spread. Dimly he knew something priceless had been broken here today. It had been coming for some time but he'd hoped the stress points could be reinforced if only he worked hard enough. He'd hoped it could be mended but today the marriage had splintered badly. He turned away from his wife's scowl and walked into the kitchen for a bottle of water to ease a throat suddenly dry and constricted.

********

"I'm going to get even," you know," Peggy said in a serene, confiding tone to Kyle. They were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. He was having his second after-dinner cup of coffee while he read the newly arrived ESPN magazine. He'd gotten into the habit of bringing something to read to supper to fill in the time table conversation had consumed before her big blowup. 

"What?" Kyle said sharply. It was the first time in three weeks Peggy had addressed any words directly to him that hadn't been absolutely necessary. He hadn't been prepared for Peggy breaking her silence and had no ready reply. 

"I'm going to get even with you for letting Ann give you a blowjob," she said, with a malicious gleam in her eye. "Did you think you'd get to have sex with her and I would just sit still and take it?" she asked. 

"Peggy," Kyle said wearily, "it wasn't intentional. When Ann and I discovered we weren't with who we thought we were, we pulled back so quick we almost hurt ourselves. I've told you it was a bad mistake, but it was still a mistake. Ann has told you that and Paul has too. Everyone involved except you understands that. Don't you think it's time to let it go?"

"No way, you sorry son of a bitch," Peggy shot back. "You had your fun; now I'm going to have mine," she hissed. Kyle shook his head, despairing of ever convincing his wife he had not intended to have sex of any kind with his best friend's wife. 

"That's awfully mature of you," he said sarcastically. Peggy's eyes were thin slits and the fingers of both hands were twisting about each other in her lap as she gave her emotions full rein. Her flushed, mottled features showed the fury that was never very far beneath the surface these days. 

"God damn you!" she whispered between tight lips. "I will get my own back...no matter what you say, I know you wanted to get a little "strange" that night. You will regret it Kyle Whitley...you will regret it. Kyle looked at his wife for a long moment before commenting.

"Peggy," he said slowly, almost gently, "will you go with me to some couples counseling? Maybe we can work this out with a professional's help. Would you go?" Peggy's head was shaking before he finished the first sentence but he continued, knowing the offer had to be made.

"Screw you," she said tersely. "There's nothing I need to tell some counselor you'll probably have primed to convince me I'm all wrong and you're all right."

"You find the counselor then," Kyle suggested. "Find anyone you want. I'll go with you, anywhere...anytime." He assured her. Her head swung from side to side violently in refusal. Kyle gave up. It had been a forlorn hope at best.

"Fine!" he said forcefully. "Whatever," he told her. "Well...maybe you can get some counseling on your own," he said. "If you don't find some way to control that anger, you're going to give yourself a heart attack." Kyle went back to his magazine after a moment. 

His wife, her face nearly purple with a new rush of blood, stared at him coldly before rising and stalking stiff-legged out of the room. Kyle shook his head as he lowered the magazine to watch her leave. 

********

Sex between Kyle and Peggy had been non-existent since the day he and Ann had admitted their blunder to Peggy. There had been no affectionate moments, no murmured endearments in the bedroom, and precious few periods of even common courtesy between them. Kyle got used to relieving himself of his sexual energies while taking a shower every few days after everyone else was asleep. He didn't like it, but he wasn't about to demand his conjugal rights from Peggy. He didn't know what she did, or if she even felt anything from the lack of sex.

Inexplicably, things got better a few days later after Kyle's suggestion about counseling. Dinner that Thursday evening was a far more cheerful event than it had been for almost a month. Peggy was bubbling over with news from her work and about Mandy and her husband Bill. They were one of the group of couples who gathered every few weeks for a nice barbeque or house party. Peggy knew Mandy from work; their desks were only a few cubicles away from each other.

Older than the rest of the crowd by twenty some years, Mandy and Bill seldom impressed their friends as being old. They had, however, just heard today that they were going to be grandparents for the third time. Peggy was going on and on about the new baby, wondering out loud if it would be a girl this time or not. Kyle watched her bustle around the kitchen, amazed at the transformation in attitude just since breakfast.

After getting the kids to bed, Kyle and Peggy sat together on the couch while they watched the latest installment of "American Idol." Kyle didn't know exactly what to make of the situation but he was willing to go along with the abrupt turnabout. Arguing and fighting all the time sucked the energy right out of a man; maybe it had been sapping her vigor too. He hoped.

When the show was over, Peggy smiled into his eyes and leaned in for a soft kiss.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said gently. "I've been an awful jerk the last few weeks and I realize how horrible I've been behaving." 

Kyle blinked. This was almost unprecedented. 

"Well...maybe it's a case of it taking two to tango," he said finally. "I'm sorry too," he added. She kissed him again. This time it was a longer, more demanding one. Kyle began to sense a stirring in his groin that he hadn't felt in a month and more.

"I know," she breathed, "but if I hadn't been so unreasonable about you and Ann's mistake, we could have been doing this all month long." She giggled, the girlish laughter gave her a much higher degree of vulnerability than Kyle usually saw in her. It was refreshing. It gave him hope.

"Hmmmmmmm," he murmured in her ear. "I've missed this," he added. "Care to accompany me upstairs?" She giggled again and stood, taking both his hands in hers and drawing him up beside her. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his while she kissed him lustily. 

Breathlessly, they stumbled up the stairs. Kyle was unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed the steps. Peggy had her dress unzipped before they reached the landing on the second floor. By the time she reached the bed, she was nude except for a bra. Two seconds later, she was sitting on the edge of the bed without a stitch on. 

Kyle had been held up locking the bedroom door. They'd been a number of times after the kids started walking when Kyle and Peggy had been surprised by a little face, or faces, appearing around the doorframe.

His clothes flung away and the door secured, Kyle dropped to his knees before his wife and spread her legs a little wider. He looked at his wife's beautiful pussy for a long moment. He never tired of this. Peggy trimmed all her pubic hair into an inch wide strip above her slit and kept the rest of it bare. He loved that. As he told her often, he hated to comb his teeth after going down on her...and he wasn't going to give up giving her oral sex. 

Tonight, Peggy was too impatient.

"Come up here," she whispered. "I want you in me." Kyle scrambled to his feet and put a knee on the bed. They bumped heads in their eagerness and burst out chuckling. It felt good. Playfully, Peggy pulled him down beside her, twisting him down on his back. Without a moment's pause, she threw a leg over his hips and crouched over his body, leaning low for a series of urgent kisses. 

Scooting backwards on the bed, Peggy pulled her hips high and reached between her legs to find Kyle's hardness. Positioning it at the entrance to her pussy, she eased herself down a bit at a time. Usually, she was so prepared by Kyle's oral attentions at this point that she could handle his cock driving swiftly into her but she'd foregone all foreplay tonight. Still, it was only a couple of seconds before her vagina had opened up and allowed her husband to begin pushing up from the bed's surface.

Peggy didn't want anything fancy tonight. Once Kyle's dick was firmly seated inside her, she began to rock her hips back and forth in a fast "Cowgirl" ride on her husband's sex. She began breathing fast and shallow almost immediately. It had been a long time since they'd last made love and both had a lot of pent up energy.

Cupping a breast in each hand, Kyle kneaded them firmly, enjoying the yielding resilience of her sensitive mounds. He twirled the blood-engorged nipples between his thumb and forefingers, pulling carefully on them when Peggy seemed ready. He tried to urge Peggy to lower herself so he could suck on her nipples but she resisted. She wasn't willing to slow or stop the rhythm she'd built up riding his cock in a simple back and forth motion.

She rode him hard, plunging her hips down hard and thrashing her lower body around in a tight circle to rub her pussy against Kyle's groin. He couldn't move very well. He tried to push his cock deeper into Peggy's hot cunt but he didn't have any leverage. After a while, he let Peggy do all the work. There was no style to what she was doing. It was simple animal lust. Two animals who'd gone without sex for a long time pushed and shoved at one another, each straining for a long withheld release.

It was only a few minutes. Kyle had tried to get into a better rhythm, timing Peggy's plunges with his own thrusts, but there was no way. Before he could begin working with her, Peggy was beginning the high-pitched keening that preceded one of her better orgasms. 

"UUUUUUEEEEEEIIEIEIEEEEUUNGGGH!" Peggy groaned as she slammed her pussy down on Kyle's groin. She stopped in mid-movement, whipped into frantic motion seconds later, and pushed her head back to stare at the ceiling as she reveled in the sensations spreading through her body. 

"Unnngh, unnngh, unnngh, unnngh, unnnnnngh," she grunted, slamming herself down onto her husband. She was delirious, hardly aware of what she was doing. She was intent only on making the approaching climax as intense and long lasting as she could. Abruptly she froze at the top of her stroke, lowered herself in tiny increments until Kyle's cock filled her completely and there she stayed. A series of tiny tremors, uncontrollable muscle contractions, swept over her...and she collapsed onto her husband's body. It was done. She lay there gasping for air, suddenly exhausted. Kyle waited.

"Did you cum?" Peggy asked when she had enough breath to speak.

"Huh-uh," Kyle replied cheerfully. He often refused to let himself get off in their first sex in an evening, preferring to keep the ability to give her--and himself--a second, and sometimes a third round of pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Peggy said dreamily, still panting a little. They lay there, still coupled by virtue of his hard penis still trapped within her vagina. 

Peggy pushed her hips up, disengaging her sex from his and dropped at Kyle's side. Grinning at him in the dim light from behind the closed bathroom door, she took his cock in her left hand and began to jack him off. She worked at it hard for a few minutes, moving her fist deftly up and down the shaft. Smoothly, she shifted her body, worming her way up until she could lock her lips on his.

"Cum for me," she whispered. "I want to watch you cum." She worked her hands up and down smoothly, her own juices providing all the lubrication necessary. He was uncircumcised. Just the motion of her hand sliding up and down the shaft pulled his foreskin down over the glans and across that sensitive area on the underside just behind the bulbous head. Peggy was good at what she was doing. She loved to see him spray his seed into the air. Kyle had no idea why she found it so fascinating, but she was. He'd learned to live with it.

She worked faster, a little more firmly, urging his body to give up its resistance and release its sperm to her ministrations. He tried to hold off but her soft hands were irresistible. A very few minutes after she started, tightening muscles in his lower abdomen and a hot, flowing sensations deep inside told him his time was near.

"Peggy..." he warned. Her hand moved faster, sweeping up from the base of his cock to slide over and very briefly cup in her palm a glans now slickened with precum as well as her remaining vaginal juices. Up and down in a hard rhythm, she worked his cock around in small circles to increase his pleasure. 

Suddenly, he could hold off no longer. He came in a long, shuddering orgasm, spouting a thick white spray that flew high before falling back to his belly. Peggy's hand was quickly covered with slick slime. She bent to taste her husband, licking the cum from the back of her hand and the webbing between thumb and forefinger. His second eruption came quickly after the first, pumping only a few inches upward before Peggy's enthralled eyes. A third squirt of thin semen mixture gushed out from the slit in the head of his cock, flowing rather than shooting out. Peggy knew this for a sign his spewing was nearly at an end. 

Leaning closer, she worked to milk out the last few drops from his balls. She wanted to see it as it happened. When she had the final droplets, she squeegeed them off with her fingers and deposited them in her mouth. Teasingly, she stuck out her tongue to show her husband what she had collected there. It was too dark for him to really see it, but he appreciated the thought anyway. He nodded, too breathless to speak. He hardly noticed his wife's lips never touched his cock in all the time she'd had her head in his lap.

********

"I hope you know I wouldn't really have done anything to get even with you," Peggy said tentatively. 

Kyle mumbled something that sounded comforting. He patted her bare shoulder to add a little more to that impression. They'd taken a leisurely shower after the sex. Kyle had wanted and tried to coax Peggy into more sex in the bathtub, but she hadn't wanted any. It had been a long day, she said. Tomorrow was the start of the weekend and they would have all the time in the world then. He'd agreed reluctantly.

"I mean...it would just be the wrong thing to do," she continued drowsily. "I just couldn't." Kyle patted her shoulder and turned on his side, pressing against her as she turned also. A moment later, they were "spooning" happily in the afterglow of the sex. Kyle was at peace, pleased the bad times were over. He was happy Peggy had backed away from her position on the subject of his and Ann's "indiscretion." It wasn't often Peggy would to this. He could only remember one time when she'd given in on something like this. Usually...

His eyes snapped open in the darkness. The last time Peggy had given in so abruptly without explanation had been when they'd only been married a year and a half. She'd wanted that blue dress so bad, even though they couldn't afford to buy it. She'd told him it would be wrong for her to go ahead and buy it. It would have been the wrong thing to do, she'd said. 

He closed his eyes wearily. Nothing had changed. Peggy had only changed her tactics. The rage he'd seen in her eyes a few days ago was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. She'd only banked the fire a little to put him off his guard, and maybe the strain of not having sex for more than a month had gotten to her too. He was so tired. He slept but when he woke, he did not feel rested.

********

He couldn't let it just lay there in his mind. He wasn't a man who liked confrontations but he always spoke his mind.

"Are you going shopping at the mall today?" Kyle asked his wife. There was some small sarcasm in his voice. Peggy had been about to open the front door. It was 7:30 and she'd just make it to work on time if the Friday morning traffic wasn't too heavy.

"Well...no, I hadn't planned on it," she replied. "Why? Is there something you need?" She was looking at Kyle quizzically. He took a bite of the toaster pastry and swallowed it before replying.

"No...I was just thinking about something," Kyle said. "The last time you told me you wouldn't do something because it would be the wrong thing to do, you had a fender-bender in the Prairie View Mall parking lot." 

Peggy's brow furrowed for a bit, then her jaw tightened. Her lips thinned to a stiff line. A hot anger blazed from her eyes as she realized what he was referring to. She was quiet for a long moment. She let out a long breath of air. Kyle could see in her eyes an admission all her work over the past few days had been lost.

"Payback is a bitch, Kyle Aaron Whitley," she said quietly. The calm with which she delivered the pronouncement made her hostility all the more palpable. 

"I will get you back for having that slut give you a blowjob. Mark my words, hubby dear, I will have some satisfaction before I get this behind me." 




Obsession



With that, Peggy opened the door and slid through the doorway in a quick move. She shut the door firmly behind her.

Kyle stood silent, watching the door to see if his wife would come back to deliver more warnings. He was filled with an intense feeling of foreboding. Peggy would not let this go. She wouldn't forgive; she wouldn't agree to a separation--she didn't like the two they'd already had--so they could get a breathing space. She'd already refused counseling and she was intent on getting revenge for what she obviously thought of as his unfaithfulness. He didn't know what he could do to encourage her to forgive and let this be. He just didn't know.

Things got better, albeit very slowly. There wasn't much sex, and there was no love making, but Kyle and Peggy found ways to be more civil to each other. They couldn't completely disguise the tension between them though. Three-year-old Todd began wetting the bed again and both adults attributed it to the stress Todd could dimly recognize, but certainly couldn't understand, between his parents. 

Kyle and Peggy found ways to cooperate and appear cheerful in front of their children. They kept their arguments quieter and behind closed doors. The number of Todd's "accidents" dwindled, but did not disappear. Nor did the dispute over the Valentine's Day mistake that Peggy steadfastly referred to as Kyle's infidelity. 

Chapter 2

Megan saw a commercial on TV. She didn't know what they were trying to sell, but she was fascinated by the little boy who heard his father say he would miss the boy's face while he was gone on a trip. The little boy promptly loaded every picture of himself he could find into his father's luggage for him to find when he checked into the hotel room at his destination. Megan wanted to do that too.

When Kyle found her, Megan had the two albums full of pictures of her and her little brother's earliest days ready to put into one of her mother's suitcases, along with a dozen framed portraits of the two children. Kyle smiled, instantly recognizing what the little girl was up to. He explained to Megan she had a great idea, but all of these photographs would be too heavy for her mother to carry. 

The youngster understood "heavy." A slender little girl, almost everything was too heavy for her. She quickly gave up on her desire that her mom take all the pictures with her. Instead, they decided on one framed 8X10 of each child. Kyle was holding the one of Todd in his hand while he reopened one of Peggy's bags. Megan demanded hers go into the other one, the larger of the two pieces already packed and sitting on the bed, and Kyle couldn't think of any reason why not, though he would have put both in a single case had he been doing it. He ran the dual zipper back on both bags so the photos could be included in his wife's luggage.

He turned over several items of clothing to find a nesting place so the glass front on the picture would be cushioned. He was patting some lacy undergarments back into place when a thought struck him. He looked closer. The suitcase contained virtually every one of Peggy's delicate, sheer nightgowns folded precisely and placed carefully in neat stacks. There was a big mound of bikini panties and her only two thong panties, one of which she hadn't yet worn, to his knowledge. Thigh stockings, sexy bras, and a variety of small clutch purses filled the case to the brim. 

Suspiciously, he unzipped and looked in the garment bag hanging on the closet door and found three evening gowns and cocktail dresses along with several business outfits. In the small overnight case, he found all of Peggy's makeup and her jewelry case with her best necklace--the one she almost never wore for him, though he thought the string of pearls looked fantastic nestled against her tanned neck. There was a small plastic bag tucked into one corner of the jewelry case.

"Mommy, mommy...come an' see what I did." Megan ran downstairs calling for her mother. "I put my and Todd's pictures in your suit...case," she proclaimed proudly. 

Kyle could hear her all the way back upstairs in the bedroom. He stood and walked to the chest of drawers. There was an easy chair against the wall just there and he sat down, waiting for his wife to appear in the doorway. He could hear her coming. Peggy was scolding Megan for messing with her luggage. Her voice sounded anxious.

When she came into the bedroom, she didn't see Kyle at first. He was partially hidden by the bulk of the chest of drawers and he held himself still. Peggy's voice altered, becoming more conciliatory when she didn't see her husband beside the open luggage. 

"Care to explain, Peggy?" Kyle asked quietly. Peggy flinched when he spoke, jerking around to face him while he was still in the process of standing. Her face was pinched and white. A guilty defiance began to build on her features.

"Explain what?" she said, stalling. Kyle's lips twisted with annoyance. He saw Megan just inside the door and didn't say anything. Only just barely avoiding shouldering his wife aside, he ostentatiously repositioned Megan's 8X10 in the middle of Peggy's carefully folded nightgowns and zipped the luggage closed.

"There!" he said dramatically. "Megan, yours and Todd's pictures are going with your Mom on her trip," he assured her. Grinning happily, Megan raced out of the room and was soon plunging down the staircase to find her brother and let him know what she'd done. She was that way. She never did anything at a slow pace. 

Kyle stood back and stared at his wife. She was someone he didn't know anymore. He wished someone would introduce them so they could get on with their lives.

"What's going on, Peggy?" he asked. 

Peggy had been taught the old axiom by her mother that the best defense is a good offense. She followed that advice as often as she could.

"Nothing's going on," she answered firmly. "What's wrong? Why all these questions?" 

"Peggy, you've got all your best evening wear all packed up and ready to go," Kyle remarked, "along with your best jewelry, all the sexy underwear you own and two pair of dancing shoes. Every other business trip I've seen you go on, you've taken an old flannel t-shirt thing to sleep in and told me it was all you needed. You've got enough stuff here to go out every night of your stay and then get into your sexiest nightgowns to keep on partying. That is what you have in mind, isn't it, Peggy?" His wife had begun shaking her head no before he was half finished. 

"No, that's not what I have in mind," she retorted. "Look, in case you haven't noticed it, I'm moving up in the firm. I have to be ready to attend formal...functions at a moment's notice and I have to look good when I do. That's part of being in management, you know." Her voice was challenging. She figured she had a good argument to throw at him. "And I wanted to take my nightgowns...hell, I don't know...because I just did," she added.

Kyle didn't bother to ask about the sexy underwear and thigh highs. He took the plastic bag from the bureau top where he had tossed it earlier and opened it slowly. He threw the pack of twelve condoms on the bed in front of his beloved wife. Her eyes followed the arc the package followed in the air. When it settled on the bed, she recognized what it was and her face flushed a brilliant crimson.

"I...I don't know where those came from," she said. She must have heard how lame it sounded even as she said it. Kyle took the two sheets of paper from the bag and pretended to read them.

"Well, the cash register receipt is dated yesterday, my dear...and this copy of a credit card receipt has our Visa credit card number on it," he told her in icy tones. His wife wilted, sinking to a seat beside her two bags.

"Kyle," she almost whispered, "you've got to see it with my eyes...please." Kyle looked at her, aghast at what she was saying. She wanted him to agree she had a right to go off and fuck some guy because she still considered he had deliberately had sex with Ann.

"Kyle, I've to get even...that's all I want...I just want us to be equal again so we can get beyond this, honey...okay?" she said plaintively. She was pleading for understanding. It occurred to him almost instantly that only her mother would, or could, understand Peggy's need. He shook his head.

"Peggy, look...whatever Ann and I did was totally by accident. Neither of us had any intention of cheating on you and Paul. It...was...an...accident! Nothing more, nothing less. If you go off to Chicago with the idea in mind that you're going to sleep with some man to "get even," you're doing something way...way beyond what Ann and I did. 

"You would be cheating on me in such a cold-hearted, calculatingly cruel, and selfish way that it would end our marriage instantly. Is that what you want, Peggy? Do you want a divorce?" Kyle asked seriously. Peggy's face grew pale.

"NO," she said forcefully. "I do not want a divorce. I just want us to be equals in this marriage, Kyle Aaron. We have to be equal or there will come a day I will get a divorce, do you understand that."  

"Fine," Kyle answered. "You had a car accident in the Prairie View parking lot way back when, doing something you shouldn't have been doing. I had an accident on Ann and Paul's backyard deck, doing something I shouldn't have been doing. Guess what, dear? We're even! We're equal again." His tone was sarcastic. Peggy glared at him.

"Those aren't the same and you know it," she said hotly. 

"You're right," Kyle retorted. "When you were buying a dress we couldn't afford, you lied to me. You told me you wouldn't buy that damned dress and you got caught by having a car wreck. 

"That's the big difference. You lied. I haven't though. I haven't lied to you about a damn thing and Ann and I were totally up front about what happened. Actually, dear, by your standards I should have done something really nasty to you for buying that dress, getting in an accident, and making our insurance rates go up. It's not too late though. What do you think I should do to you huh?"

"I took the dress back," Peggy said weakly. Kyle snorted.

"The damage...to my trust in you and to the car...had already been done, Peggy," Kyle said quietly. "I repeat...what should I do to you for lying to me and wrecking the car?" 

He watched as his wife shook her head helplessly. Her eyes were wide, the rage glowing deep inside them. Kyle gave up. With the training her mother had given her, Peggy could no more answer his questions than she could sprout wings and fly. 

"Yeah...well...I don't know either, Peggy," he said somberly. "I'll say it again...do you want a divorce?" he asked. "I'll pretty much understand if you do," Kyle told her. "I won't agree with you, but I'd understand it," he added. 

Peggy shook her head again. Her eyes were brimming with tears now. He didn't know if they were tears of rage or whether she was distraught at the mention of a divorce.

"In that case, Peggy," he said, "I'm not going to let you do something that would absolutely make it impossible for us to do anything but get a divorce. I will not let you go to Chicago and climb into bed with some guy so you can "get even," do you hear me?" 

It had to be said, but it was probably a mistake. Peggy recovered quickly while he spoke. She thought she could put together a good line of defense on this subject. 

She ignored the evidence of the condoms, and her immediate reaction to seeing Kyle toss them on the bed. She'd come close to admitting their purpose at that moment. Now she swore she'd had no such idea in mind. What she'd said had just been an angry reaction to him badgering her and it took that path because his infidelity was always on her mind. 

Actually, she said, she'd bought the condoms for Linda at work and forgotten to give them to her. Linda had a yeast infection and didn't want to give it to her husband and she'd asked Peggy to pick up some protection from the drugstore for her. Peggy had been so rushed yesterday afternoon she didn't remember to take the condoms out of the bag containing the makeup she'd bought for the trip. She'd meant to give them to Linda yesterday afternoon. It was all very simple and Kyle shouldn't be getting so hyper about a silly memory lapse.

Kyle knew the medical reason was bogus. His older sister had once let it slip she'd asked a doctor once when she suffered from the same problem. There was no way a man could be infected that way. Kyle said nothing though. His wife had passed a new threshold in lying and he was having trouble getting accustomed to it.

Peggy saw the disbelieve on Kyle's face and it infuriated her. She started in on him, bringing up Ann again but simultaneously denying she was thinking of getting revenge. 

All right, she said. She took all the nightgowns and sexy undergarments from the luggage and stuffed them back into drawers in her bureau. Two of the evening gowns and the cocktail dress went back in the closet. She'd prove to Kyle she wasn't planning anything, she said. When she was through, everything fit in the largest of the suitcases and the garment bag. She put in one additional pantsuit she hadn't had room for before. 

"You understand, don't you, that I'll see any purchases you make in Chicago on the credit card or bank statements?" he said quietly. Peggy's face went dead white. He knew he'd figured out why she was surrendering so quickly and easily.

"You're going to regret the day--" 

Peggy broke off whatever she had been about to say. She crammed her flannel nightshirt into the case and viciously zipped it closed. Dodging around Kyle, she carried the heavy bag out the bedroom door and parked it on the landing close to the stairwell. She'd tumble down the staircase if she tried to carry it downstairs and she knew it. Without looking back, she continued down the stairs with her back held abnormally stiff and unforgiving.

********

"Brad! How's it going, pardner?" Kyle asked one of his oldest friends. He had gone out to the garage to make this cell phone call. He didn't want Peggy listening in. It would only make her angrier.

"Good...good...how 'bout you, big guy?" Brad asked jovially. He had good reason to be in a good humor. He'd built up a law practice from scratch to a firm with fourteen senior partners and scads of junior attorneys, legal assistants, interns, and what not. Kyle didn't think Brad knew anymore how many people worked for him.

"I'm doing pretty good," Kyle said. "Not as well as some...but better than others." Brad chuckled. Kyle had never tried hard to accumulate a hoard of money, but he owned the Fox TV franchise in town, a radio station, and had an option on two more TV stations outside the metropolitan area. Okay...most of the money had come from the trust fund his late father had set up, but he hadn't lost any of that seed money. In fact, he was doing quite well in a low-key sort of way. 

Brad had done better, but both were happy with their accomplishments and, more importantly, they remained close friends since they'd met in elementary school. Kyle wasn't Brad's biggest client, but he was the most valued. 

Their association had been strengthened when Kyle became the blocking fullback running interference for Brad playing running back. That had been a long time ago--back in junior high and then in high school. They'd been a good team then; they still were. Each knew secrets about the other no one else was aware of. 

"We need to get together for a good feed," Brad remarked. "What say you and Peggy come over for a little barbeque Sunday...how 'bout that, son?" Kyle hesitated

"Well...that might not be for the best," Kyle said slowly. "I'm having to call you because there's...well, something about Peggy that I need to discuss with you." Brad instantly changed gears and readied himself to work through a problem with his friend.

"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that," Brad said briskly. "What can I do for you, Number 42?" That had been Kyle's jersey number. Brad had worn 22. Brad was reminding Kyle of their many years of close friendship. It was a comfort. 

"Well...it's not to the stage where I have to hire you to represent me in divorce court...not yet," Kyle said. "But I was hoping I ask for a favor from you, if you don't mind."

"Name it," Brad answered. He said nothing else.

"You are on good terms with old Jake Bruckmeister, right?" Kyle asked. Bruckmeister and Son was the accounting firm Peggy worked for as a senior analyst. 

"Sure," Brad returned quickly. "He was one of Dad's closest friends before he died. One of his granddaughters is a clerk in my office during summer breaks from law school."

"Well, I was wondering if you could call him and relay a concern I have...that the morality clauses in his firm's employee contracts are not being...uh...enforced as rigorously as they could be." Kyle was speaking carefully. He'd rehearsed the words in his mind. He hoped they were coming out the way he wanted them to.

"If you could say, for instance, that I had some reliable information that...uh Mrs. Peggy Whitely and one of the guys going with her to the Chicago conference are thinking of hooking up...and you could say that would...mmmmmnnn...let's say call the company's policies into question...well, the effectiveness of those morality clauses. They really should be prohibiting such a thing..."

"Got it," Brad said with alacrity. "When does Peggy leave?"

"Three hours," Kyle replied.

"Plenty of time," Brad said. "You don't want her to go?"

"Nope," Kyle answered. "She had a pack of condoms in her luggage and she is still bound and determined she's going to get revenge for that thing with Ann Blakely I told you about. You remember?" 

"Yeah...'nough said," Brad remarked. "I'll make the call when we get off the line. I'll try to see that it doesn't get back to her that you're the one making this happen too...but you're going to need to get ready for some fireworks anyway," he said in an amused tone.

Kyle hadn't thought of that. He'd been intent on salvaging what he could of his marriage. He hadn't come to terms with her escalation of lying yet. It was true she usually threw a fit when things didn't go her way. There was no denying Peggy was going to be livid whether she found out about Kyle's part in the cancellation of the trip or not. The thought bothered him, but he was still going to work on saving the marriage. He sighed. It was loud enough for Brad to hear. Brad chuckled.

"Hey, I appreciate it, Brad," Kyle said sincerely. It was time to end the phone call and let his friend do what he could in Kyle's behalf.

"Not a problem," Brad protested. "This is nothing. If we have to file for divorce...well, we'll call it even for that time you blocked the defensive end in the Seguin game, okay?" The lineman had been about to cut Brad in two when Kyle had taken him out with a nasty little block that left the defensive end laying in a heap the field. 

"I would still owe you for the linebacker on the next play though," Brad continued. The linebacker had been intent on getting even for the humiliation of the defensive end. When Kyle took his legs out from under him, he'd swapped ends, cartwheeling in mid-air and landed, dazed, flat on his back. Brad had dodged left and raced down the sideline for a tying touchdown. Kyle laughed. It was his first since his daughter had made him chuckle earlier. 

"Okay, okay," Kyle said. "Someday you got to let those go, friend."

"Huh-uh," Brad replied quickly. "I view the preservation of my wonderful, if no longer perfect body, as a really great thing...and you were in charge of preserving it for many a season, big guy." 

Kyle laughed again and changed the subject to something more neutral. They talked for another few minutes. They agreed to meet for lunch somewhere in town in a week or two. They decided Kyle would call Brad when he knew what his schedule would be and then they ended the conversation. Kyle punched the off button to kill the connection. Thoughtfully, he strolled back into the house, dropping his cell phone into his right front pocket as he walked.




Obsession



********

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Whitley? This is Sam Macmillan."

"Hi, Sam. What can I do for you?" Peggy asked. Sam was her immediate supervisor, a man she disliked for being the man he was, as well as for being in a position in the company she wanted. She knew she could do a better job than Macmillan was.

"Well, Junior asked me to call and let you know you won't be representing Bruckmeister and Son in Chicago, so...that's what I'm doing," Sam said succinctly. 

"Junior" was Jake Bruckmeister, Jr. He had been working his way up through the various offices within the firm, obviously being groomed to take over when his father finally agreed to retirement. At the moment, Junior was running the corporate analysis group where Peggy worked. Generally speaking, whatever Junior said needed doing got done very quickly. No one wanted to irritate the future CEO and president. On the other hand, he rarely bothered himself with such mundane tasks as determining the selection of attendees at minor training conferences and seminars. Peggy was incensed; her anger flared immediately at the interference from the man.

"Are you there, Mrs. Whitely?" Macmillan asked.

"You're taking me off the trip?" Peggy asked in a strangled voice. "Why? Is there something I don't know about?" This last was delivered with suspicion.

"No, not that I know of," Sam replied. "No one's told me anything," he added. "But I will need for you to come into the office tomorrow morning as usual since you aren't going...or would you like to take some annual vacation time?" Peggy heard it now. She could hear the amusement in his voice. 

Sam wasn't a bit dismayed one of his people wasn't going to the training. She could picture him chuckling quietly to himself at her misfortune. It enraged her even more than she already was.

In his office on the fourth floor of the downtown office building, Sam Macmillan was indeed smiling into space. He was more than a little pleased Peggy Whitely wasn't going on the trip. Peggy had no idea the word had gotten around she wanted Sam's job. With the lack of training this conference would have provided, he would be fully justified in downgrading her quarterly performance report due next Thursday. 

"Okay...I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning," Peggy trilled into the phone. She wasn't about to let this Macmillan creep see how dismayed she was. She pressed the disconnect button on her cell phone and stared out the kitchen window.

This meant she and Roger, the only unmarried guy of the four who were going to Chicago, weren't going to find any time alone in a hotel room so she could finally get even with her husband. Roger hadn't known anything about it, of course, but he would have gotten lucky the second night in the hotel. Peggy doubted he would have turned down the opportunity. Tough luck; he wouldn't be getting any now. Then her eyes narrowed as she thought of her career. She'd been scheduled for, and needed, this training for her next step increase in salary. That was going to be delayed now, and it wouldn't look good in her personnel file. It pissed her off.

It took a week for the rumors to filter down from the front office that Peggy's trip to Chicago had been canceled because she had been planning a little diversion with one of the men going with her. The Bruckmeisters, Senior and Junior, hadn't seen the file clerk bent low beside the massive file cabinets to replace a folder in the bottom drawer. Junior had been in the process of getting an explanation of why Peggy Whitley had to be pulled out of the training conference. 

The clerk had stayed quiet about what he'd heard for as long as he could stand it, but he'd eventually told the new secretary up on the fifth floor. She'd spread the word almost immediately. The clerk didn't get the date with her that he'd wanted, but at least she'd actually spoken to him this time. 

Peggy didn't hear at first. Most everyone on her floor knew before she did. She'd wondered why people were smiling a little more oddly than they usually did but she didn't wonder very long. Few of her coworkers were worth her attention.

It wasn't until Roger Compton stopped by her desk that she knew anything about the rumors. Roger came by to tell her he wasn't interested in her and that he had no intention of ever getting together with her. Furthermore, he said he and his girlfriend had agreed to be exclusive and that meant everything to him. Peggy could just back off. 

Peggy listened with a gaping mouth to the man's tirade until he was done. Then she went off on him for presuming she was interested in him at all and how dare he imply she was. Roger had sniffed and swung away without bothering to answer. That had made Peggy even more furious. 

Linda, she of the undelivered condoms, brought Peggy up to date at lunch concerning the stories flying around the office. The three men originally scheduled for the travel had gotten together when they heard the first gossip and compared notes. Roger was the only one of the trio that Peggy had even smiled at and the obvious conclusion had been quickly reached. Only Peggy could confirm their assumptions, and she never would, but workers on all three floors leased by Bruckmeister and Son believed the gossip implicitly.

When Peggy got home, the anger that had been simmering all afternoon long broke free and she let Kyle have it with both barrels. 

"You son of a bitch," she said, greeting him at the door. He'd picked up the kids at the daycare center and he'd come in grinning and chuckling at something Todd said on the way in. The smile on his face dropped away as if it had never been. Mandy and Todd looked at their mother in shock.

"What the hell is your problem?" Kyle snapped. 

"You did something to make sure I didn't go to Chicago!" Peggy said hotly. Kyle's face was impassive. He stared at Peggy without answering for a long moment.

"I sure did," he said calmly. "I knew what you were planning and I did what I had to do to keep this marriage alive." 

Peggy's eyes widened in shock at the admission. She'd expected a protest of innocence. Nonplussed, she couldn't continue for a bit.

"I talked to Roger this afternoon," Kyle said before she found the words she wanted to throw at him. "He called me. He wanted to assure me he had no intention of doing anything with you and he never would." 

The revelation took her breath away. She began to tremble with rage. The two men had no business talking behind her back.

"You had no right to talk to him," she said furiously. "Who do you think you are? You think you can figure out between the two of you how to make me come to you when you snap your fingers? You think you can control me like some kind of chattel slave?"

Kyle shook his head. He was tired and it showed. He had very little patience left in reserve after the long workday. 

"Control had nothing to do with it, Peggy. What it was, was two men deciding they weren't going to be manipulated by you--that's all." He straightened and massaged sore muscles in his lower back. "Besides, I told you...he called me," Kyle added. "Don't be yelling at me because of something he did."

"I don't believe you," Peggy shot back. "You got me canceled from the training somehow and you had no right to do that, damn you!" Peggy advanced a little toward the doorway. She didn't realize her fingers were spread, ready to thrust out as claws. Kyle's eyes narrowed as she stepped closer. Abruptly he turned away from his wife.

"Come on kids," he said enthusiastically. "Who wants to go to Chuck E. Cheese huh?" Both children cheered noisily and whirled around to race back to Kyle's pickup.

Kyle leaned back in the screen door and spoke loud enough only for Peggy to hear.

"You better get a grip on yourself, Peggy," he said soberly. "If you EVER talk to me that way again in front of the kids, I will walk out for good and I'll take them with me...I will not have you screaming and yelling and acting like a damned shrew all the damn time, particularly in front of them. 

"I'm warning you, and you better listen good. This has to stop or I will leave you, period!" Without another word, he pulled the door closed, making it thump against the doorframe. He let the screen door slam; he didn't even try to shut it as carefully as he usually did.

********

When Kyle and the kids returned, it was to a transformed Peggy. She met them at the door, smiling and gracious. She had changed from her work clothes into a long-sleeved, floor-length housecoat that buttoned all the way up to the throat. She smelled of her favorite lavender scented bath beads. She looked fresh and alert, eager to be with her husband and children.

She sat with Mandy and Todd as they told her of all the games they'd played and showed her the cheap, black-and-white photos of them clowning around with the plastic Chuck E. Cheese mannequin. Peggy oohed and aahed at everything they said as the youngsters explained how all of the games had worked. Kyle, after watching for a long while, took the opportunity to go upstairs for a hot shower. It had been a long day. 

Kyle read a story to the little boy and his sister; he kissed them, and gently tucked them in. He paused a moment after settling them both in their beds for the night. He loved watching his children sleep. 

When he got to his and Peggy's bedroom, he didn't see her. The smooth arms sliding over his shoulders from behind told him she'd waited behind the door until he came in. Her palms covered his eyes.

"Guess who," Peggy said softly. She didn't wait for an answer. She slid around in front of him and embraced him eagerly. Peggy was dressed in thigh high stockings and high heels--nothing else. She eased back a space to let him drink in the sight of her almost naked body. She wore the stockings and heels to emphasize her nakedness. Peggy knew her man and what he liked.

Kyle's penis grew hard as a steel rod almost instantly. Peggy giggled when she saw. It had taken only seconds to build into an impressive bulge in his pants.

"Come here, lover," she whispered. 

She led him to the big easy chair against the outside wall and pushed him gently down into it. Falling to her knees, she unbelted his trousers and slid them and his boxers down while he lifted himself off the surface of the chair. His socks and t-shirt followed the rest of his clothing into the corner of the room. 

Naked, he pulled Peggy up into his arms and they kissed. Their tongues dueled wildly, curling and twisting about each other hungrily. His hand slipped between their feverishly hot bodies to seek out her pussy. Letting his fingers glide along her narrow "landing strip" above her slit, he let his middle finger slide into the very top of her pussy. Pressing deeper, he found his wife was already soaked. Her vagina was already blossoming open; her pussy juices were flowing. 

He pressed the base of his fingers and palm against her clit while two fingertips probed for that small, raised area on the front wall of her vagina that was her G-spot. When he touched it, Peggy sucked in a deep breath. She hunched her pussy into his hand, joyful at his knowledge of how and where to touch her for her maximum pleasure.

After a few minutes of intense stimulation, Peggy tugged his hand away. Smiling down at him, holding his eyes with hers, she straddled Kyle's hips and began to lower herself onto his manhood. She sighed as the bulbous head of his cock pierced through her inner pussy lips and began to stretch apart her vagina. Holding herself up with her hands on the chair arms, she resettled her knees on either side of her husband and continued to slide down the hard, fleshy tube she loved to have inside her.

Kyle echoed her sigh with a groan as his wife's hot cunt enveloped his cock and sucked him deeper into her. He gently thrust his dick into Peggy's pussy, lifting his body off the chair and driving smoothly into her steaming pussy. The breath hissed between Peggy's lips at the unexpected invasion. She almost lost her grip on the arms of the chair, chancing a plunge of his cock even deeper. At the last moment, she caught herself and held steady while her husband fucked her from beneath.

Her head thrown back, Peggy breathed deep, glorifying in her husband's sex play. While he pushed up inside her, he was also kneading and squeezing her breasts, pulling at her nipples and pinching them delicately. He was a fantastic lover. She knew this from lunchtime chats with the women who worked with her. She'd seen the envy in their eyes when she spoke of the time he took loving her, the patience he showed in making sure her needs were met before he sought his own satisfaction. 

On the other hand, she knew everything he was going to do before he did it. He knew where to touch her, he knew how to make her body respond in exactly the fashion he desired...and she knew him as well. Suddenly discontented, she grew impatient. Kyle was being too slow. 

She dropped her body down on him suddenly. Her knees took her weight as her husband filled her completely. She moaned, half-regretting her impetuous plunge, but soon her body accustomed itself to his bulk. Her body accepted him even as she tensed barely controllable cunt muscles to massage his shaft deep inside her.

Peggy began raising and lowering her body on him, varying the motion by thrashing her groin around to grind herself against his body. Her hands found the points of his shoulders and she steadied herself by clamping her fingers tight there. Peggy's breath whistled between clinched teeth while she rocked back and forth on Kyle's hard cock. She increased the pace, whipping her hips in faster and faster rhythms. There was no plan, no design to what she was doing now. Peggy was fucking her man as any female animal used her mate.

In seconds she felt the familiar warm flowing sensation emanating from her vagina lips and spreading quickly throughout her lower abdomen. She eased a hand down to massage the flesh over her clitoris. Plunging up and down as fast as her knees could flex, she worked her orgasm higher with her fingers. She squeezed gently at her prepuce, letting the pressure be transmitted on to the sensitive nub underneath. 

She felt the delicate pain but the line between pain and pleasure had been blurred. Peggy knew only the gratification of physical contact now. She mashed her pussy lips against her husband's hard crotch and moved her lower body even faster.

Her pleasure built higher. She was taken by surprise when her excitement flashed from a low-grade stirring deep inside her to a burning need. She lost control of her body. Her fingers twitched erratically as they sought to stroke the place over her clit, sending random sensations up through overloaded nerve endings. The heat spread up her belly to envelope her breasts and beyond. In seconds, her mind could not take anything more. Her body convulsed, jerking in unpredictable little jolts that had her dancing on her knees over Kyle's lap. The hand still on his shoulder clamped down violently; her fingernails made deep impressions into his skin, barely short of cutting into the flesh. 

She stopped all movement. Both eyes were nearly shut but she couldn't see anything anyway. Her eyes were unfocused, watching a thing no one can view. Peggy felt the sensations welling up from her clit and the sensitive places around the entrance to her vagina soar higher. They intensified; the feelings swarmed together, mixing, swirling ever higher and becoming more powerful until the lip of something outstanding was reached. 

Her body rocked twice more, seeking the smallest of stimulations to send her over the top. Peggy reached for it. She glorified in the total loss of herself in the sensations that flooded over her. She collapsed on top of Kyle, breathing hoarsely. She had no strength, no control of her body. She surrendered, allowing her upper body to slide down on top of her husband's. She heard Kyle chuckle.

"A good one, baby?" he asked gently. He knew the answer already, but he wanted her to tell him. Peggy nodded into the hollow of his shoulder. She couldn't speak yet. She was concentrating too much on sucking more air into oxygen-starved lungs. She was surprised when Kyle braced his hands on the chair arms and shoved hard against them. He rose, getting to his feet by using the brute strength of the muscles in his legs and back.

"What?" Peggy murmured. She was confused. Her body was still connected to Kyle's with his cock shoved deep inside her. Her legs had thrown themselves around her husband's waist and tightened. Her arms wound around his neck for more stability. She feared she would fall.

Kyle laughed. He walked slowly, taking small steps toward the bed he shared with his wife. When he got there, he bent forward. Peggy's weight pulled her backward; her arms loosened and her upper body slumped down to the bed's surface. Kyle put his knees on the edge of the mattress and followed Peggy's body down. By the time her butt cheeks met the top of the bed, Kyle was supporting himself on one hand and both knees. He chuckled again, his gentle amusement showing.

"Now we do something I want," Kyle said softly. Their bodies had remained coupled; his cock was buried in Peggy's cunt. Her vagina had barely begun to relax after the strong contractions of her orgasm. Kyle withdrew, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her inner lips. He thrust back into her, gliding deep inside his wife's pussy in a strong, smooth push. Peggy groaned as her husband took her, taking charge of the loving.

"Honey...wait...I'll..." she moaned. Her hands pushed at his chest but she had no chance of shoving him off her. In a very few moments, she had no desire to.

Kyle set up a slow tempo that substituted lengthy swings of his hips for speed and aggressive plunges. Gradually, he added a corkscrew motion to his thrusts, pushing his cock slightly off center to rub the head against different sections of Peggy's labia and cunt. Peggy felt the new stimulation and sighed her appreciation. Kyle reversed himself, pressing his cock to the other side and Peggy groaned aloud. Her hands clutched at his waist, pulling him more strongly inside her sloshing cunt. 

Kyle felt the heat of her inner vagina envelop the head of his penis. A minute later, he felt the tip bump against her cervix. His wife whimpered, pushing her groin up into his even as he tried to lessen the contact. For once, touching the entrance to her womb wasn't uncomfortable. Tonight it was pleasurable, a celebration of the sheer joy of sexual love. He rammed his cock into her harder and faster, making Peggy grunt as his strength drove air from her lungs in tiny expulsions. Peggy locked her ankles behind Kyle's waist and pulled him down into her, adding more force to his down thrusts.

It didn't take long. Peggy had not recovered from her first orgasm and Kyle was too ready to attain his. He'd been thoroughly aroused by the vision of his nearly naked wife and further excited by the sex play in the chair. He'd been able to pull back from a climax there, but he'd had the stimulus of playing with his wife's luscious breasts dangling in front of him. Just seeing her hard-tipped titties dancing there was a tremendous turn on and he couldn't help but respond. Now they'd been fucking for several minutes on his terms.

The sensations built. They expanded until he had trouble concentrating on keeping a coherent rhythm. He began to push his cock even faster into his wife's pussy. There was a feeling of something flowing; lava began rising at a glacial pace from his scrotum. Kyle fought hard to hold it off, trying to find a way to focus on something else, anything besides than the coming eruption. 

He abandoned all the finesse he'd used before. All the subtle changes of pace, the repositioning of his body to slide at a different angle inside his woman's slick muscled cunt, the alterations in the depth of his plunging...all that went by the wayside now. He thrust harder, faster, redoubling the pace every few seconds.




Obsession



Peggy responded beneath him. She could feel her husband's cock begin to swell and lengthen as he propelled himself forward and withdrew. Each time he shoved his manhood inside her, she bucked up to meet him. His driving force was met by her own urgency. She banged her feet into his ass cheeks to kick him ever more strongly into her body. Her womb pulled up into her body, making way for the male organ to expand and conquer more of her cunt. She could feel her own climax, her second tonight beginning to squeeze and twist her insides.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The magma deep inside him had swept through tight canals to his prostate and beyond. Now he could feel it welling up through the long tube toward the slit at the end of his prick. He clamped down with groin muscles he normally had no control over, willing his body to stave off the eruption for just a few seconds more. He could not.

Abruptly, almost painfully, a jet of white-hot cum exploded from the end of his cock and splashed against his wife's cervix ring and the walls of her vagina. He felt a contraction inside him, another upsurge, and another geyser of hot semen jetted into his wife's body. He strained to jam himself even deeper inside her so he could send his seed almost directly into her womb. A third upwelling, a weaker one this time, spurted into Peggy's cunt. Kyle was losing control now. 

He shuddered. A fourth gushing of a thin mixture of grayish-white seminal fluids surged forth, spewing into Peggy. Spent and breathing hard, he half-collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and straining to hold himself on his elbows to keep from crushing his wife beneath him. 

Peggy felt the first spewing of sperm-filled liquid inside her. The sensation of feeling her husband cum in her cunt put her over the top. His maleness demanded an answer from her. She was powerless to hold off any longer. Her vagina spasmed. It tried to massage his penis with rhythmic contractions and milk every droplet of cum from his body. She felt each new eruption from her husband's hard shaft as a new affirmation of her womanhood. The muscles in her abdomen rippled, spreading the intensity of her response beyond the place where they were coupled. A hot flush swept up her belly to engulf her breasts. Her rock-hard nipples raked against his chest, increasing the pleasure for both of them. 

She subsided, slowly relaxing her body and settling back to the bed. Her legs fell to the side, releasing her husband's lower body from their grasp for the first time in many minutes. Kyle pulled his softening penis from her pussy. The wet, sucking sound it made caused Peggy and him to chuckle with a lewd amusement. Kyle collapsed at Peggy's side. He was still breathing heavily; his muscles hovered just this side of trembling after the intense strain they'd undergone for a lengthy period. 

They rested together, reaching out to caress each other's body from time to time. They luxuriated in the heat of their bodies as they pressed against each other. The sweat from their bodies mixed and became a single watery sheen that covered them both. After a while, their bodies moved together and they made love side by side. They moved slowly now, unhurried. Their orgasms were muted the third time, but they were no less satisfying.

********

"I'm sorry, Kyle," she said tenderly. She was trying to hold off sleep for the time being but gradually succumbing anyway. Peggy's head was on his shoulder, her body close against his body after the lovemaking. Her fingers stroked his chest gently. Her warm breath stirred the hairs on his chest. 

"I know I act like a bitch sometimes, but I don't mean to," she said wistfully. She was more comfortable and relaxed with him in this moment than she'd been in a long time. 

"Peggy," he murmured, "we've got to get on with things...the kids...our life...we've been stuck on this one, small thing for way too long, baby." He kept his voice deliberately soft and conciliatory. 

"I know," she said unhappily, her voice as low as Kyle's had been. She stirred restlessly for a moment before subsiding and settling her entire body length back against his. "I just can't get the picture of you enjoying Ann out of my mind...and it hurts, Kyle. It makes me crazy to think of you and her doing that." 

Her voice was plaintive now. She was begging for understanding. Kyle tried to give it to her.

"Honey," he said, "I can see that...it would kill me if you were to go do that to Paul the next party we go to. But I didn't mean to do it, baby...I couldn't deliberately do something like that to you. I never will." 

He couldn't tell if what he'd told her had had the desired effect. She didn't move away; they slept that way the rest of the night. On the other hand, she gave no sign she was willing to forgive and forget either. What they had, he decided the next morning, was a truce, not a peace.

Chapter 3

In a quiet moment late one Saturday morning at the end of August, Kyle resolved to do everything he could to disrupt anything and everything that might lead to intentional adultery on Peggy's part. He made the decision, after deliberating on the alternatives, because he knew he could never forgive a deliberate, cold-blooded act of deceit of that magnitude. 

He'd already taken action to throw up a roadblock when she'd been planning on an out of town tryst. He'd kept her from going to a training conference in Chicago by pulling some strings, but he hadn't consciously adopted a policy of trying to convince her she had no need to stray from her wedding vows. Not until now, he hadn't. 

It was only while he watched Mandy and Todd playing in a sandbox at the park that he realized he would do almost anything to keep his family together. If it took a lot more work than he should have to put into it, that was okay. There was no guideline he knew of saying Peggy had to meet him halfway. If he had to go farther than usual, so be it. He would work as hard as he could, and as long as he could to keep him, Peggy, Mandy, and Todd together as a family. He'd been trying before. Now he would redouble his efforts.

Peggy wasn't with them at the park. She was working overtime in her office downtown to get a high profile account audited and the report written. He was certain that was where she was and that was what she was doing. It was the third Saturday in a row she'd had to work though. It was becoming tiresome. He had an idea.

"KIDS! Hey, come here a minute." The pair in the sandbox jumped up and rushed to their father at the park bench from where he'd been sitting and watching them. They'd been playing a long while and, if the truth were told, they were a little tired of doing what they were doing. They were ready for something new. Kyle bent over to put his face on a level with theirs and spoke loud enough only for them to hear, as if he were speaking to them in confidence about something others should not know about. They crowed closer. Kyle put his arms around them.

"What do you say...we get all cleaned up," he began, "and go get a big ol' pizza..." He was interrupted by two toddlers squealing with delight. "AND...we take our pizza and go see mommy?" There was more cheering and gleeful dancing. The proposal was accepted, passed, and acted upon in moments. 

When the three marched into Peggy's office at lunchtime, they were greeted with tired smiles from an office full of disenchanted accountants. Kyle had expanded on his earlier idea and brought enough pizza and soft drinks for everyone. When it became clear what he had done, the entire staff enthusiastically gathered round and companionably bumped shoulders with each other as they playfully struggled for the their share of the pies. 

The morale in the office rose dramatically in a very few seconds. Expressions on their faces softened even more and a warm, happy mood filled the room when the little boy and girl presented their mother with Hallmark cards saying how much they missed her. When Kyle gathered them up half an hour later, each child had been hugged dozens of times and had sat on several laps while they happily tapped keys on keyboards to see the what would change on the monitor screens. The Windows solitaire game especially fascinated Mandy for some reason. 

When they left, the smiles in the office lasted into late evening. They put on a big push to finish the project. Everyone complimented Peggy on having such a fine husband and family. Some of the unmarried girls wanted to know if Kyle had a brother who was available. 

Already sensitive to such things, Kyle redoubled his efforts to ensure Peggy had no opportunity to find a lover to get her revenge. It had been ten months. He'd thought she'd have let it slide into the background of her mind by now but it had not. He pictured it as a festering sore in her mind and he was doing all he could to apply a salve to the wound, hoping a healing crust would form and then fade away.

He took to dropping in to her office at odd times. Occasionally it was to take her out to lunch. A couple of times he brought in "brown bag" lunches and sat with her at her desk laughing and chatting with her and everyone who passed by. At other times, he surprised her by picking her up from work and taking her to a show or something before going home. Every so often, a floral basket or a dozen roses would be delivered to her at work along with a heart-tugging card. On her birthday, a florist filled her cubicle with flowers, streamers, potted plants, and fruit baskets. An office lothario, recently transferred in from the office in the southeast suburb, took note and immediately aborted his initial interest in Peggy as a target. There were easier pickings up on the third floor.

The married women in the office began holding Kyle up as the standard by which they judged their own husbands. They demanded their men show them the same attention. All of the girls smiled when his name came up and they said how lucky Peggy was to have such a good man. 

Few noticed how pinched her features got when they said that. Not many saw the look of irritation that came over her sometimes when Kyle appeared unexpectedly in her office. 

They didn't understand, but quite a few noticed she was less enthusiastic as time went on whenever flowers or candy were delivered out of the blue. They wondered why this would be. None knew of Kyle's mistake so many months ago. Peggy never told anyone how she felt. She didn't think anyone was willing to appreciate her side of the issue.

********

"Hi, Mom," Peggy said. It was her regular Thursday evening call to her mother to check in. 

"Hi, Hon," her mom replied. "What's up? Have you gotten Kyle to understand yet what he did to you?"

"No," Peggy muttered, "I don't think he ever will."

"Horse manure!" Denise shot back. "You have to stand up to him, Peggy. It's just not an option and you know it."

"But, Mom, I never get a chance to find some guy out there to have a little...a little fling with. Kyle is always popping up wherever I am--at work, the tennis club. Any day now, I expect to find him in the shower at the gym. I just can't get any distance from him to make things happen." Her mother made sympathetic noises for a bit.

"There's nobody at work?" she asked in a skeptical tone. Peggy snorted.

"He's got every woman in that place wrapped around his little finger," Peggy complained. If I even smile at another man, one of them will be on the phone calling my dear husband so fast...heck, he'll probably be standing behind me before I could say hello to the guy." 

Denise made sympathetic noises for a time about her daughter being smothered by her husband. She lamented the fact he had managed to get everyone in the office on his side, but she couldn't suggest any way to change what had already happened.  

"Well, honey...let's see," Denise said, tapping the mouthpiece with a long fingernail. It was something her mother did that irritated Peggy no end but she didn't say anything. She never did. 

"I guess you're going to have to give up on the idea of a...little fling then," Denise said dispiritedly. 

"No way!" Peggy returned vigorously. "Kyle let that slut suck his cock and I'm going to pay him back for that if it's the last thing I ever do. I am going to have a short little fling, period."

Neither Peggy nor her mother cared to explore the fact that the euphemism they kept using stood for an intensely intimate sex act with some faceless man. Denise's mind shied away from visualizing what she was actually encouraging her daughter to do. Neither woman thought of it as sex...not deep in their hearts. They knew it intellectually but they didn't feel it. It was just a way to get some retribution for the nasty business Kyle had so far gotten away with. 

"That's my girl!" Denise replied happily. "You can't let him lord it over you like he has been. He's the one who should be unhappy, not you. He needs to feel a little bit of what you've been feeling."

The big fire truck's approach was announced by a shrieking siren that got louder and louder. Doppler effect made the noise rise in pitch to a shrill scream that penetrated the walls of the house and even into the bodies of the people inside. For a long eternity of a few seconds, the siren's wail was their universe. The truck passed, followed by the lesser sirens on an ambulance and a rescue wagon. The down Doppler made the noise drop in pitch and volume immediately after the emergency vehicles started moving down the street.

"Wow," Denise exclaimed. "For a second there, I thought that truck was in your bedroom." She chuckled a moment.

"Yeah...heck, I was wondering if it was coming in the window or something," Peggy laughed. "It was loud, I'm here to tell you," she told her mother.

"So where were we?" Denise asked. 

"We were talking about me needing to find a way to get a little of my own back at my dear husband," Peggy reminded her mother.

"Yeah, that's right," Denise answered. "Listen, honey, if you want, I'm sure there are any number of men at your father's and my country club...at Hidden Hills. If you were to come with me for a little visit out there one afternoon, I could introduce you...? 

"No, Mom," Peggy said resentfully. "I told Kyle years ago how much I hated that place with all the stuffed shirts and stuff. He'd know something was up if I suddenly told him I was going to go out there. 

"Yeah," Denise said dejectedly. "I understand." She was quiet for a small space. 

"You know, I just do not understand why Kyle can't admit he was wrong to let that Ann woman do what she did and see that you need to get a little payback. It's the most natural thing in the world and he should realize that. It just doesn't make sense," she said in an irritated voice. 

"I know," Peggy replied. "But he acts like he owns my body or something and he isn't about to let me find any peace."

"You can have all the peace you want," said the husky masculine voice. "You just can't go fucking around like some cock happy slut so you can tell yourself you got back at me." 

Kyle had picked up on the extension in the den to make a phone call during the height of the racket from the now departed fire truck. In all the clamor, neither woman had heard the click on the line.

Peggy and Denise were both shocked into momentary silence.

"KYLE!" Peggy shrieked into the phone. She was almost hysterical. A blazing fury had ignited instantaneously. "Get off the phone! You can't listen in when I talk to mother, damn you! You don't have any damned right to spy on me. I'm not going to take this shit from you, you bastard!

"I wasn't spying on you, Peggy," Kyle said calmly. I picked up the phone to call Fred to see if he wanted to golf tomorrow. It was when the fire truck was passing by and then I heard what you and your mother were planning. But I have to say, dear, some people need to be spied on because their husbands can't trust them anymore." 

Peggy slammed the phone down and screamed unintelligibly for a long moment. Kyle could hear it all the way downstairs and Denise heard it faintly over the phone line.

"You son of a..." Denise said viciously. "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't talk to us that way. You have no right to talk to me and my daughter like that..." Kyle interrupted her.

"I will speak to my wife any way I damned well please, Denise," Kyle said with a hard edge in his voice. "It's no business of yours how I talk to her and I'd appreciate it if you butted out of our problems. You don't have any right to be putting yourself between me and my wife and it's time for you to stop."

"You listen to me, you pig..." Denise spat at her son. She was so mad she had to stop and take a deep breath to relax. Her hands were trembling with anger.

"No...you listen to me, Denise," Kyle shot back. "If your daughter does what she's been trying to do for the last eight or nine months, she will lose everything she loves. She will lose me, she'll lost her children, her friends...she'll lose the respect of her employers and coworkers...she will lose everything, Denise. I promise you that. She will lose it all and if I find out you helped her in any way, I will sue you for every dime you and Dan have...is that clear? I don't know for what. I'm not that smart about suing people, but I bet Brad Carson will find something...do you hear me? BUTT...OUT, DENISE!" 

His voice rose as he spoke. His anger had been mounting the longer he thought about what he'd heard his mother propose to his wife. He didn't wait to hear an answer. He slammed the phone down hard before she could get a word out.

Twenty minutes later, while he was still walking around the block in an effort to cool off before he went back home to confront Peggy, his cell phone rang. He'd walked out the front door while Peggy was still trying to get herself together enough to come downstairs. He'd thought the first call would be from her but the screen said it was his father. His first impulse was to refuse the call; then he punched the accept button. There wouldn't be any better time to talk to Dan. He might just as well get it over with.

"Kyle?" Dan barked when Kyle didn't say anything. "Just what the hell do you mean threatening my wife and shouting at her? What the Sam Hill is going on here anyway?" He sounded a little bewildered at the end.

"Dan, I'll lay it out for you...here it is," Kyle said coolly. "I picked up on the phone downstairs when Peggy and Denise didn't know about it and I heard your wife offering to find some stud at your country club to service Peggy so she can get back at me for that Goddamned mistake I made last Valentine's Day." 

"What?" Dan said weakly, trying to take in what Kyle was telling him.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, Dan," Kyle told him bitterly. "Imagine listening to your mother suggesting she would be glad to pimp her own daughter to the men at your country club...can you imagine that? What a fucked up thing to do."

"Now, I don't think there's a call to talk like that, Kyle," Dan said slowly. "Pimping out her daughter is a harsh thing to accuse my wife of doing, man." It was a feeble comeback and both men knew it. Kyle didn't know what was happening at the other end of the line. He would have been encouraged if he had. 

In fact, his father had just turned around to glare at his wife. For a long moment, Denise returned glare for glare but she couldn't sustain it. She hadn't realized until Dan whirled around that what she'd said to her daughter could, or would, be interpreted that way. Denise was stunned at the anger in her husband's eyes. 

Abruptly, she knew she'd gone over the line. The comment had been a casual one in her mind...a simple offer. She hadn't thought before she'd said anything about the men at the club. She saw now she'd well and truly stepped in it. 




Obsession



It was a warm summer day. Amanda was just getting started with her day when she noticed that her favorite perfume was missing from the bathroom sink where she kept it. She didn't have enough time to worry about finding it, so she just got in the shower to wake herself up. As she stripped her pajamas off, she felt a tingle in the back of her neck as though someone was watching her.

"Hello?" she forced out in a little meek voice. She strained her ears to listen, but there was nothing. "Fuck, Amanda you're losing your mind," she whispered to herself. As Amanda got in the shower she couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her but as the day went on she soon forgot all about it. At work as she waited tables in the little café, the feeling hit her again. Unsure, she randomly searched the sea of endless face but saw no one that seemed unusual to her. As Jon watched Amanda busing a table from his usual seat, he couldn't think of any thing else but putting his face in her long black hair and the thought of what her well-built breast would feel like in his mouth. As his eyes moved over every curve of her body, the blood began to flow to his male appendage and his breathing became heavy. He remembered the way she looked the first time he saw her about six months ago her long hair was raven black that went perfectly with her gorgeous hazel eyes. Her body was curvy and she was about five feet, six inches tall. He was waiting for a partner in his firm to show up to discuss business when he laid eyes on the angle. He had tried to pick her up right then and there but she had rejected his advances with class, he knew then that he had to have her. Soon after, he rented the apartment next to hers after the previous tenant that had refused to sublet it, fell victim of an unfortunate"accident". He had been watching her forever it seemed and everyday he fell more and more in love. It was watching her in the shower that morning that had finally pushed him over the edge, the way the water beaded off her tits and down her supple abdomen down even lower to her delicate flesh. Jon was at full attention by the time he was done replaying the scene in his head and had totally lost sight of Amanda. "Shit it's almost 5PM. She's getting off any minute," Jon thought. He got up from the table he was sitting at.

"How was everything?" Amanda asked from behind, causing him to turn quickly. "Oh sorry, did I scare you?" 

"Oh no, you're just fine," Jon replied with a bit of a laugh, he drilled into her eyes and added, "Every thing was just great, thank you." Jon took a twenty from his wallet and placed it in Amanda's hand closing his fingers around hers. Amanda's expression became uneasy. "This is for you," Jon whispered leaning in close to her ear. Amanda took a step back but Jon didn't let go he just stared into her eyes, he could almost imagine what her eyes would look like just after he plunged his rod deep inside her. Amanda yanked her hand free snapping Jon back to reality. "You have a real good day," Jon said smirking, knowing exactly what the day held for his little blossom.

"Yeah thanks," Amanda said lowering her eyes from his.

As Amanda walked home after work, she just couldn't get the man in the expensive suit out of her head. He was very good looking for one, with his strong build and his chiseled features. She knew him from the café, he was a regular, but she didn't know anything about him and the scene he made really creeped her out. That wasn't all that that was bothering her, it was his eyes that she couldn't stop thinking about. They were blue, like the sky on a cloudless day, but there was something dark behind them that scared her. She stopped at the corner store down the street from her brownstone apartment. She picked up a half gallon of milk and a pair of lace top thigh highs for her date, she didn't know why she got them, "I always get the biggest losers on blind dates," she thought to herself, "but you never know." When she got home Amanda put the milk away and jumped in the shower; as she jumped out she saw it, her favorite perfume was back in its place. Had it always been there? Had she finally snapped? But she just couldn't remember if it was there before she got in the shower. The loud meow of the cat clock sprang her back into action before she could think too hard about it. She had only 20 minutes to get her hair done, her makeup on, and get dressed.

Jon watched from his normal hiding place in the crawl space above the apartment. She never noticed the small holes in the ceiling throughout the apartment. As she got ready Jon waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Amanda finally put her shoes on; she was wearing a short black dress with buttons going all the way up the front. 

Amanda screamed as the leather bound hand clamped over her mouth muffling the sounds. A strong forearm wrapped around her neck, pulling her into a hard chest.

"You scream again and you die. Got it!" Jon hissed in a low breathless voice. Amanda nodded her head and waited for the man to take his hand away. Tears gathered on the rim of her eyes. The man's hand slowly eased off her mouth and down to her waist pulling her closer to him.

"Ok, first the ground rules," Jon continued in the low voice.

"Ground rules? What do you mean?"

"Yes, ground rules. First you don't scream or yell or you die."

Tears flowed down Amanda face like two streams of hot lava. "Oh god, please don't hurt me. Take anything you want just don't hurt me!" Amanda sobbed.

"Don't worry, I'll be taking everything I want and if you do everything I say you will live to see tomorrow, do you understand?" Jon waited for a reply but Amanda just began to sob. "Fucking answer me when I am asking you something," Jon said in a calm voice taking his hand from her waist and grabbing a handful of hair and pulled her head back to his shoulder. Putting his mouth right up to her ear, he whispered, "Do you fucking understand?" Amanda nodded. But Jon pulled hard on her head. "Say it!" he hissed. 

"Yes I understand"

"Good, now rule number two if I ask you a question I want an answer. Understand?" Jon pulled back on her hair again to insure she answered.

"Yes," Amanda whimpered.

"And finally from now until I leave, I am your lord and master, for all intents and purpose I am your god. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Got that?" 

Just then Amanda realized that this wasn't just a robbery; he wanted more from her than just her watch.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Ask who it is," Jon ordered.

"Who is it?" Amanda squeaked trying to sound as normal as possible.

"I'm Brad; Amber was supposed to set us up."

"Tell him you don't feel good," Jon whispered.

"I'm really not feeling good right now could we maybe set it up for another night?"

Jon pulled hard on Amanda's hair causing her to cry out. "I didn't tell you to reschedule!" Jon growled in a whisper.

"Are you okay in there?" Brad yelled though the door.

"Yes, yeah I ummmm just almost slipped is all."

"Are you sure you're ok?" 

"Yes, I am fine; could you just go for right now please?" Amanda asked in a pleading voice.

"Ok, why don't I slip my number under the door and you can call me some time"

"Yes, ok, please just go." As Brad walked down the hallway, Jon turned Amanda to him. 

"That was close wasn't it?" he said with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Now, first things first I really do have to apologize for the way I acted just now. You see I had to make sure that you understood that I mean business."

As Jon looked at Amanda, recollection washed over her face. She knew him; he ate at the café all the time she talked to him just today.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked between sobs. 

"Because I love you Amanda, don't you understand how enchanting you are. From the first moment I saw you I knew I had to have you. And as I watched you, it became clear to me how truly fantastic you are. Do you really think I would eat at that crappy café day after day if I didn't love you?"

"You've been watching me, and the things missing and then showing up again that was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes," he replied very nonchalantly.

"Oh god you've been in my apartment countless times, I thought I was going insane."

"Well now that you know how I feel about you, do you think you could ever love me?" Amanda looked up at him in disgust.

"Fuck no you crazy bastard," she said and tried to pull away. Amanda knew the moment she said it that she shouldn't have. Jon's face became bright red with anger and his grip around her arms even tighter. Amanda cried out in pain. He flipped her back around pinning her to him with his arms to her chest again.

"I WILL have you Amanda, even if I have to take you!" Jon reached behind him and pulled a silver butterfly knife from his pocket. He held it in front of Amanda to flip it open. Amanda winced at the clack of the blade as it snaped into place. Jon began to trace the cold blade along Amanda's jaw line then down the side of her neck until he reached the top of her dress. "Now I don'twant to have to use this but if you don't do what I say when I say it I will."

"Pop!" Jon whispered in Amanda's ear as he severed the first button from her dress then the next and the next. He got about six buttons down before he got impatient and ripped the dress open to about her waist. Amanda cried out at the indignity she felt as the cool air hit her ample breasts. He then slid the dull side of the knife under her bra slipping it between her breasts and cut away her bra. 

"Oh god, they are even more beautiful up close," Jon's breathing became very heavy. "Walk with me to your bedroom," he ordered in a whisper. Amanda's mind raced on how to get out, as he began to turn around with her in his arms, knife at her waist, Amanda lifted her feet as high as she could making him spin to regain his balances. When she came close to a wall, she pushed with her feet as hard as she could knocking him even more off balance until he fell back. They landed with a hard thud, pain shot up Amanda's shoulder but that didn't slow her down. Like a flash she bolted to the door but something was caught around her foot, Jon whipped her back and she fell to the ground hitting her chin hard. She got up as fast as she could only to find that he was now blocking the door. Amanda spun around and ran for her kitchenette. Within seconds, she had a carving knife in her hand ready to fight. It was then she saw Jon standing a few feet away with a nine millimeter pointed square at her.

"Now I was hoping that I wouldn't have to bring this out. But I should have known better than to think that you would let yourself be taken that easy, you have too much class for that. It really is one of the things I love about you," he informed her smiling as he slowly came closer. "Now put the knife down and get that lovely ass of yours into the bedroom." 

Amanda raised her hands and let the knife fall to the floor and lowly turn towards the bedroom and began to walk, carefully stepping over the lamp that had been broken during the struggle. As they entered her bedroom, Jon put the gun in the front of his pants. "Now take off your dress, shoes, bra and panties but leave the garter belt and stockings on. They look good on you." he ordered

Amanda did as she was told trying to cover herself with her arms.

"Oh don't do that now. I want to see that hot body of yours." he motioned with the gun for her to put her arms down "Lie down on the bed, put your arms at your side and spread your legs." She did so with hesitation but she knew she was no match for a nine mil. Jon slowly kneeled between Amanda's legs. He began to run his hands up and down the outside of her hips and legs kneading and inching his way to the inner part of her thigh.

"God if you only knew how long I have waited for this moment," he said trailing off. He ran his fingers down her perfectly pink slit until he found her entrée. He pushed his middle finger in with force, surprised when it didn't just slide in. Amanda winced in pain as the large finger penetrated her tight dry pussy. 

"Why so dry? Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Jon asked. Amanda simply lay there silently. Jon pushed even harder, sending shots of pain though her body making her whole body cringe.

"What did I tell you about answering me?"

"Fuck you asshole, no I'm not enjoying myself you fucking shit brain!"

"Well we can't have a pussy this dry. I guess I will have to get it wet," Jon smiled and lowered his mouth to her cunt. He took a deep breath in and enjoyed the sent of her freshly washed pussy. He then licked up her slit and began to probe until he found the sweet bud between her pussy lips. Shivers of pleasure rang though her body followed by shame. Tears swelled in her eyes again and sobs soon followed. Jon ignored it and continued to run his tongue over her clit, sucking it in and flicking his tough over it while in his mouth.

As he did Amanda's juices began to flow he slowly worked his finger in and out, hopeing for her cunt to become overflowing. As he pumped he added another finger and then another. He swirled his tongue around her tiny bud and it began to grow. Amanda began to shake with the pleasure he was giving her, her sobs turned into moans. The walls of her cunt grabbed at Jon's fingers trying to milk them for everything they were worth. Finally she let out a long cry, intense spasms flowed though her body starting with her long legs and working their way up. Jon lifted his head from her pussy just long enough to say "See, if you just relax we can really have some fun." Jon smiled at Amanda and her eyes filled with tears again as the shame of cumming for this man hit her. 

"Oh for fucks sake I give up. If you're not going to enjoy this I sure as hell am." Jon lowered his mouth back to her soft and sweet flesh. He started to really dig in, slamming his fingers into her now red pussy. He found her clit again and sucked it in to his mouth grazing it with his teeth. Amanda started to squirm from the intensity of it all, spasm after spasm washed over her, in between loud moans she begged him to stop 

"PLEASE, Oh fuck, please stop I can't take anymore!"

Jon lifted his head to watch her face as he pulled his three fingers out of her with a loud pop.

"You want me to stop?" he asked with a devilish grin on his face. "You don't really think you're getting off that easy, do you?"

"Please I can't take anymore!" she begged. Jon looked at her as he took the gun from the front of his pants in his hand and undid his jeans; he slowly pulled the zipper down and pulled out his throbbing cock. Amanda's eyes grew wide with fear. 

"Your too big, it will tear me apart!" He crawled on top of her, ignoring her pleas. He started to kiss her but as his mouth met hers she sucked his lower lip in and bit down hard. The taste of blood washed over her tongue making her gag. 

"Fuck!" Jon screamed. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" Jon raised the gun high in the air and smashed it across Amanda's face. 

"You try any shit like that again and I WILL KILL YOU!" Jon stard in to her eyes as he reached down between her lags and adjusted his aim, with one swift move he plunged his huge rod deep inside her already battered pussy; Amanda screamed from the shock. He started slowly pumping in and out, letting the head of his dick pop out with each stroke. He soon picked up the paces and bent his head down taking Amanda's right nipple in his mouth. He enjoyed the taste of the soft mound of flesh and soon switched to the left. Without Amanda's permission, her body began to push back meeting him on each downward trust. Her moans filled the air as her attacker ruthlessly fucked her delicet cunt. Once again pleasure shot through her giving her a mind-blowing orgasm, one right after another they came and with each more and more shame flowed though her. With one last thrust Jon exploded inside her giving her one last orgasm before he pulled out and giving her tit one last hard suck. 

"Well, what do you have to say now?" he asked pulling his jeans up at the side of the bed.

"Could you please get me a glass of water?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Sure you can have a few minutes to rest and then the real fun starts," Jon informed her as he buttoned his pants, placed his gun in the front and turned to walk to the kitchen. Jon got her a glass of water and hurried back to the bedroom where his goddess was awaiting him. As he entered the room he heard the click of a revolver, then a loud blast. He felt something warm and thick run down his chest.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" he asked in shock, falling back to the wall then to the floor.

"It's the gun I keep in the bed side stand here, My daddy gave me it before moving to the city You shitbag!" Jon tried to grab her lags as she stepped over him to get to the phone but was too weak to hold on. Amanda dialed 911.

"Hello, I've just shot an attacker please send someone quick." Amanda spoke as calmly as she could, giving the woman on the other side her address and hung up the phone. With that, she collapsed to the floor and began to cry uncontrollably as she heard the sirens coming closer.

The End



Obsession



Thank you to my two talented editors who make my stories a much better read, LadyCibelle and Techsan.

I'm Herman Howell and I'm a stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, I don't want to hurt anyone; I'm just in love with a woman I've never met. I'm totally obsessed with a certain writer.

I'm a man in my forties and have never been married. I've never even come close. I guess I'm what a lot of people call a loser, but it's not true. I've always paid my way, never took money from the government.

I'm always reading stories about these good looking guys who screw all these women. They seem to have multiple orgasms and for a guy that doesn't seem overly possible, at least not for me.

During the day I work cutting lawns, and in the winter shoveling snow. I've always had mediocre jobs because I'm not the smartest egg in a carton, or is it donut in a dozen? Whatever it is, it isn't me. What people who write these stories don't realize is that there are a lot of guys like me out there reading them. I stand around 5' 7" and weigh a hundred and fifty pounds. My hair, what I have left, is brown; I'm mostly bald except for the horseshoe look.

I live with my mom who is on Social Security and I have no siblings. My dad left us many, many moons ago. Between my work and mom's Social Security, we do okay. We eat well and have a nice television. We even have cable. Our trailer has three bedrooms so mom let me have the largest one. I picked up a second hand computer for a few hundred bucks, but it allows me to play games and go online to read my stories. I get some e-mail but it's mostly from authors telling me, "Thank you for reading my stories."

It's where my obsession began. I spend all my evenings on the computer reading erotic stories. I have to close my door while I read them, if you know what I mean. The trailer walls aren't the thickest and my mom is usually a room away watching the television. I read the stories and then give comments or feedback like they ask. I'm not afraid to use my e-mail address 'cause I got a Yahoo one online and nobody knows where I really live. I always sign them H.H. for Henry Howell.

I started reading stories by Sharon, The Seductress. She writes the hottest stories on the net. I masturbate to almost all of her stories. I mean they are really sexy; sometimes she does more than one man at a time. She has also written stories about her with other women. She always uses Beth as her main character. I don't know if her stories are true or not, but they sure make me hot. I always write to her and let her know how much I like them. She almost always answers my e-mail. Lately I've been sending her jokes and other things I receive in the e-mail. Believe it or not, other authors send me jokes and stuff. I guess it's because I always write to them. It's like they are my online friends.

I had a few writers tell me not to send them stuff. I guess they must get loads of e-mail from readers. Sharon is still my favorite writer. I looked up her bio and it didn't tell me much. She's over eighteen, married to what sounds like a Greek God, and has two grown children in college. It makes her over forty like me if she has two kids in college. They sure must be smart; I wasn't able to go to college. My C- average just didn't hack it.

I set out to find everything I could about Sharon. I kind of wish I knew more about computers 'cause they say you can find anything on them. I wrote her and asked her where she lived. All she told me was in Canada. Damn, we didn't even live in the same country.

It's funny that when people keep writing to you, you learn a little more about them. One time by accident she signed her e-mail Beth, instead of Sharon. Now, I think her real name is Beth and Sharon is just her writer's name. Another time she mentioned the weather in a place called Alberta. I got my road atlas out and found out that there is an Alberta, Canada. 

One time she wrote me and asked me about myself. I told her I was self-employed and forty-five years old. It was the truth. I told her I was divorced after finding my wife with another man. I told Beth I did a Rambo number on him. He was hospitalized for a month and I kicked my wife's ass out and kept everything. It was the kind of stuff I read in stories. I think she was impressed with me. I told her I was 6'1" 210 pounds of mostly muscle. I mentioned that I worked out three times a week. Actually, I haven't been inside a gym since high school, but I wanted to sound cool.

I asked her what she looked like and she told me to check in her bio on the author's page. So I signed up as an author so I could check her out. Damn, she was a knockout. By the picture, she looked kind of tall and looked to be in her mid-thirties. I figured it was an old picture since her kids were in college. She was blond and beautiful. The next time I wrote her I told her so. In fact I told her if she didn't live a thousand miles away I would come and see her. I remember her saying if I showed up we could have a threesome with her husband, or if I preferred he could watch me make love to her. God, that made me hot! 

I decided right then and there that I was going to go see her. I still needed her last name. I had to figure a way to get it. I kept watching the author comments and Beth/Sharon got on a lot. To some of the other female authors she called herself Beth. I knew it was her because I followed all her stories and waited for the other writers to mention them. It was like listening to someone's phone conversation but reading it instead. A lot of what she talked to these other authors about didn't jive with the real her. She talked about taking the kids to school and things like that. It was kind of confusing to me.

I decided to trick one of the other authors. I wrote them a feedback and asked if they were Beth Hendley, who wrote, "One Nice Night"? They told me that was written by Beth Wilson, and that she wasn't her. I apologized but got my information. In other conversations the town of Gayley, Canada came up. I think that is probably where she lives.

Now I had all the information I needed. Beth and Roy Wilson, in all her stories the husband's name was Roy and since she is really Beth, I put two and two together. They lived in Alberta, Canada, in a town called Gayley. Now I just had to save up enough money to drive there. I knew it would be a big surprise but she was the woman in all my dreams.

We kept corresponding after reading each of her stories. I told her I was in love with her just from reading her stories. She told me to remember that her stories were mostly fantasies and I should remember that, but that she was honored that she could bring happiness into my life.

In all her stories the sexual action always took place at her house. It must be one beautiful place, cause she wrote about being in the pool, doing it in a hot tub, and all over the house. She talked about going upstairs and finding her different lovers waiting for her.

I do have to admit that the more I fell in love with her, the more jealous I had become. I wanted to be all these men in her stories. I wanted to be her lover. My sex life didn't have much love in it. I did have sex with a couple of women in our trailer court. They weren't very good looking but they let me fuck them. My mom always told me to stay away from them, because she was afraid their husbands would hurt me.

According to these women the only sex they got was with me. One of them flashed me one day as I walked by her trailer. She was standing in her door with no clothes on. I looked up at the door and there she was smiling at me. She invited me in and she reached down and unzipped my pants and gave me a blowjob. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. She was probably in her fifties and really was pretty ugly, but she gave me a blowjob. I remember in the stories how the guys get hard again right away; I didn't. She was pissed since she did give me the blowjob and told me I should eat her pussy. It was only fair since I didn't get hard again.

Her pussy looked kind of nasty but she sat on the sofa and I got on my knees and closed my eyes and ate her out. With my eyes closed, I thought of Beth and her stories and I pretended it was her and got really hot and into it. This old gal spewed cream all over my face. I had to wash it off before I went home. Anyway, this woman invited me back anytime I wanted when her husband wasn't home. She told another of her neighbors about me so I had two women I could service if I wanted to.

They were really old looking and probably wouldn't get picked up in a bar if they went to one. For me it was okay because I could get my rocks off in a real pussy, even if it looked kind of worn out. They didn't look like the ones in the stories that Beth wrote. Nice trimmed bushes and when you spread the lips it was suppose to be pretty, wet and pink inside. These ladies had the wet part; that was about it.

It took me a long time to save up enough money to make a trip to Canada. I got my maps and road atlas and told my mom I'd be back in a week. I was going on a vacation. This was the first time I ever did anything like this. I figured if I drove a lot, it would take me two days to get there and two days back. I'd sleep in the car going and coming but would need a room while I was there. I'd probably spend two nights.

It was a nice trip going there. The country was really beautiful, looking out over all the different bodies of water. I stopped a few times just to enjoy the scenery. Too bad Beth wasn't with me; it would have been perfect with her by my side.

I finally made it to Alberta, Canada. I arrived at a little town of Gayley. It was just outside of Calgary. I went to the telephone booth and got Beth's address, 401 Mystic Circle. Wow, sounded kind of ritzy. I headed to the post office and asked for directions to the street. The postman was nice enough to explain to me how to get there. I asked him where there was a local florist. He told me how to get there and I thanked him and was on my way.

I went into the florist and ask for some roses. After hearing the price, I asked if they had anything cheaper. They had carnations for $1.25 each. I had him wrap me up a dozen and I filled out the card. "To Beth, the best writer on the planet. Love, H.H."

I looked up and saw they had ball caps with the name, Clary Florist, written on them. I asked how much they were and the man smiled at me and said I could have one for free. It was how he advertised. I put on my ball cap and took my flowers and headed off to see Beth.

I have to tell you I was a nervous wreck. I ate a whole tube of antacids; my stomach was doing somersaults. 

I followed the directions the post office gave me and Mystic Circle was a trailer court. This couldn't be right but I went down and found the address 401. It was a dumpy little trailer, not even as nice as mine. I was perplexed on what to do. Was my information wrong? Did Beth maybe lie about her lifestyle like I did? I had to find out; I just drove over a thousand miles to find the woman of my dreams. I couldn't quit now.

I took the flowers and walked up to the door. There was a name plate on the house that said, "Roy and Beth Wilson." This had to be it so I knocked on the door, waiting with total anticipation when a big burly ugly man came to the door.

"What the hell do you want?" He barked at me.

"I'm from Clary Florist and I have a delivery for a Beth Wilson. Does she live here?" I asked.

"Yea, she lives her. Give me the damn things and I'll give them to her," he replied.

"I'm sorry, she needs to sign for them," I said. I really wanted to see what she looked like.

"She's on the toilet; I'll sign for the damn things." He scribbled Roy on my paper and grabbed the box.

"You ain't getting no tip so get your ass out of here," growled Roy.

I quickly left the porch but I could hear him yelling.

"Who the fuck is H.H. and why would he send you flowers? Are you fucking someone behind my back?" I heard Roy yell.

"No, Roy, I don't know who that is, honest." For the first time I heard Beth's voice. She didn't sound like my vision of her. She sounded scared and afraid.

I heard Roy tell her, "If I ever find out you're fucking someone, I'll kill him and kick your fat ass out. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Roy. It must be someone who reads my stories, that's all. I don't know how they got our address. I'm sorry, Roy. I have to get to the library; I'll see you tonight." I heard Beth tell Roy.

They lived in a corner trailer and I had just pulled around the corner. It's why I was able to hear their conversation. Actually it was Roy's yelling. I wondered why she was going to the library. Did she work there, I wondered?

I didn't get a good look at her when she got in her car. I was too far around the corner. I could see that she wasn't blond and she wore glasses. I pulled out behind her as she left the trailer court. I tried to keep my distance like they do in the movies. I didn't want to be detected.

I saw the library up ahead and passed Beth and pulled into the lot ahead of her and walked inside. I watched as she came in. She sure wasn't what I expected. She was short, maybe 5'1" or so. She was heavy – well, she was fat; probably sixty or seventy pounds overweight. She wasn't very pretty but she wasn't ugly either. I guessed her to be maybe thirty-five. She was not at all like I pictured or like the picture she had posted in her bio. I was somewhat stunned. After all, I just drove a thousand miles to see the love of my life and she didn't look at all like I had pictured.

I was almost ready to cry when she came up to me standing there and said, "May I help you? I saw you just standing there looking kind of lost. My name is Beth and I work here, just so you know I wasn't coming on to you," she smiled.

She had a sweet voice.

"My name is um... I was... um...shit, damn. I don't,..."

"Sir, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone? Here, sit down please," she said.

I looked down at the table. I couldn't look her in the eyes. "Beth, I came here to see you," I said.

"What? Who are you? Do I know you?" she asked rather nervously.

"I'm Herman Howell - you know H.H. I read your stories."

She backed up, looking scared. "Oh, my God, you've been stalking me. I should call the police."

"Please, don't call the police. I'm not really a stalker. I just had to see you," I said.

""You got my address from somewhere; I never gave it to you. In fact, I never told you my name was Beth. You show up at my door with flowers and cause a big riff in my marriage and you say that's not stalking," she responded.

"Please listen; I'm not a bad person. I just had to see you. In fact you told me I could come and see you."

"What? I never told you to come and see me. You're some kind of nut case; I'm going to call the police."

"Wait! Look, I have the e-mails; I save all your letters. Here, read it for yourself. "Well, H.H., if you're ever in my neck of the woods, stop by and we can have a threesome with my husband, or he can watch you fuck me." See, I told you that I might come and see you and that's what you wrote me. I would never hurt you; I'm in love with you. I don't even care that you lied about your appearance, 'cause I did too. It's your stories and the inner you that I crave. I might be a nut job, but only for you. Please don't call the police." I had tears in my eyes, I could feel them.

"God! What have I done? Herman, that was all fantasy. I write fantasy stories. You saw my trailer and that fat vile old man that's my husband. He's a horrible man and I write stories to get away from it all. I live my life through my writing. I'm just a librarian and I write stories. If I would have ever thought you would come this far to see me, I would have told you the truth."

I had tears running down my cheek. "Beth, you're my fantasy; you're my reason for getting up. I have nothing. I'm forty-five years old and live with my mother. I'm short, nothing to look at and half bald. I have no talent but I do work hard cutting grass or shoveling snow. The way I get away from it all is reading your stories and writing to you. I used my savings to come a thousand miles to see you, not to hurt you. I'm staying just one night at that little motel on the corner. I'm sorry if I scared you."

She touched my hand. "Herman, I'm so sorry. I didn't know something like this would happen. No one has ever bought me flowers, not even Roy. I made a big mistake writing lies to you. I don't have a nice home or a great husband. We married about eight years ago. He has two sons from a previous marriage. I guess he wanted a mother for them and asked me to marry him. At first it was nice but then he started coming home drunk and using me and sometimes even beating me. My life is a hell hole. My only release is my job here and writing my stories."

"Why don't you leave him? Move away and divorce him?"

"I tried that once and he looked for me until he found me and dragged me back to his home. I'm afraid of him. I'm terribly afraid. His sons are now sixteen and seventeen but he still won't let me leave. There is nowhere for me to go anyway. In fact if he found out I was talking to you he would beat me and try to kill you. I can't see you again. Please don't write to me anymore."

"If you can, I would like to see you one more time. I'll be at my motel room. I guess life really does suck. You really are the best writer I've ever read."

"Herman, look at me. I'm a plain fat woman in her thirties. I might have big breasts but they are flabby. No man would want to caress them. You can see I have a big tummy and gun boats for legs. Roy calls me thunder thighs because they are so large. I faced the facts when I married Roy that I am no man's dream. I guess that's why I started writing. Letters and comments from people like you are the highlight of my day. I guess that's why I answered your feedback. I'm so terribly sorry."

I told her that I felt I still loved the inner Beth, the writer with the real feeling trying to get out. She knew where to find me if she wanted to talk some more.

I got up and headed to get a sandwich from a take out place and drove to my motel room. It was getting late when there was a knock on my door. I was afraid it might be Roy. "Who is it?" I asked?"

"Herman, it's me, Beth; please let me in." she asked.

I opened the door and there stood Beth. "I needed to see you and apologize for the whole fiasco. Honest, I never meant to lead you on or hurt you. I thought about it all day and you seem to be a kind man."

"Where's Roy? Will he come looking for you?" I asked.

"No, he's dead to the world. He won't wake up till morning. Herman, will you make love to me?"

"What! You want to make love with an old ugly fellow like me?"

"I owe you big time. In the letter I promised you this and I want to give it to you. It must only be this one time and we can't ever see each other again. If you find my body revolting, I can dim the lights."

"Beth, I'm in love with your mind and soul and would love to make love to your entire body. I do have a favor to ask."

"What is it, Herman? What do you want?"

"I want to record our lovemaking and we can maybe put it in one of your stories," I said.

"You can tape it but no video equipment. Herman, if you never understand anything else about this night, I want you to know it's for you; your devotion to my writings, and for my deceiving you. Also, I have not been with another man since I've been with Roy. You can't just fuck me, you must and I do mean must make love to me. How do you want to begin?"

"I want you to tell me one of your beautiful stories and as you're telling it, I will be doing it to you. You say it and I'll do my best to follow up," I responded.




Obsession



I'll try Herman: I met this stranger in my library. He wasn't a hulk of a man, but a kind gentle person. He invited me to his room after I finished work. I didn't know whether to go or not. There was something about him, something special that I didn't see in other men. I gently knocked on his door and when he answered I asked him to make love me. I didn't want to just be fucked or ravished but to be held, kissed and caressed. 

He took me in his arms and held me gently. He kissed me ever so gently on the lips. He kissed me again and again as though he couldn't get enough of me. He began unbuttoning by blouse taking time on each button. I felt myself breathing harder as he unfastened each one till my bra was totally exposed. He slipped my blouse down over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He put his hands on the sides of my bra-covered breasts and kissed the valley between them over and over.

I could feel the heat rising; was it the room or my body that was so hot? H.H. reached behind me and undid my bra clasp. He lightly pulled the bra off my twin mounds and let it drop to the floor beside my blouse. I was getting slightly unsteady on my feet from being nervous. He guided me back slowly till I felt the bed on the back of my thighs. I sat down and he laid me back onto his bed. He began caressing my twin mounds knowing not to grab or squeeze them too hard. He treated them like two gentle creatures, rubbing, massaging and then began kissing them. His touch was so soft and his lips on my nipples were tantalizing. He slowly built up pressure on my sensitive breasts. He was now sucking hard on my nipples making them harder and harder. My breasts have never had love made to them like this before. Only a master lover could arouse this type of feelings in me. 

He stopped and got off the bed. I yearned for more of his touch. He began unfastening the belt on my jeans. Why couldn't I have worn a skirt that could have given him quicker access? I wanted his touch so bad. He was now undoing the zipper freeing my tummy from the pressure of my jeans. He began to pull my jeans off, over my thighs and down my legs. Dropping my jeans on the floor, he went back after my pink panties. I wonder what he thought when he saw the wet dampness that he had created in me. 

I knew he could smell my sex as he put his fingers at the top of my panties and they followed the direction of the jeans. I was now naked to his eyes. He could see my valley which was already moist from his previous foreplay. He got on his knees and spread my legs as far apart as possible, pushing his face deep into my valley. I reached down and spread my lips for him as he tried to devour my pussy. He was licking and sucking while I kept pumping against his face. I could feel my juices flowing as he was eating me out. I felt my orgasm building as he jammed his tongue deep into me. I know I screamed out; I couldn't help it. He didn't move his tongue or his face while I was climaxing.

I have to say he was the best oral lover I have ever had. I told him I needed to stop for a moment and get my breathing back to normal before we continued. He got up and wiped my juices off his face. He smiled at me and got us both something cold to drink. He removed his clothes and after a few minutes he had me moving to the middle of the bed. It's when I realized I had the biggest orgasm of my life and he hadn't even put his member in me yet.

After putting a pillow under my butt, he spread my legs and started kissing up my thighs. He was teasing me with his tongue and lips. I wanted him in me and started to plead with him. "Please don't tease me. I want to feel you in me," I pleaded. I had a pillow under my head so I could watch his cock go in and out of me. He might have been a small man in stature but he had a huge cock. Maybe it was because he was thin that made it look so big. All I know is that I wanted it in me.

He pushed just the head in as I moaned. "Tell me what you want," he said.

I responded, "Please put that big cock into me, please."

He slowly pushed it in, inch by inch, smiling at me while I watched it disappear deep within me. When he pulled it most of the way back out, I could see the glistening coating of my juices. He started to speed up, in, out, in, out, his cock looked like a piston doing its job. I felt another climax coming and told him to shoot his load deep into me. "Yes, yes, God, so good, shoot it baby, shoot that load deep in me; I feel it, honey, I feel your hot load splashing on my insides. I'm coming, oh Lord, I'm coming," she said.

"Honey, don't take it out. Just leave it in and lay on me for a few minutes. I want to feel your closeness till my pussy stops throbbing.

Chapter 2

After we were done making love, Beth asked if she could take a shower and clean up a little. I sat back and relaxed. She was wonderful and we weren't even done yet. When she came out of the bathroom, I took a quick shower myself. I wanted to be fresh for the next round.

After we were both cleaned off we laid together on the bed. I told her that she was my dream come true and that I would never forget her, only miss her. After we both felt refreshed, I told her I wanted to take her from behind. She didn't have to tell me what she wanted this time; I had a plan of my own.

She was on her hands and knees as I got behind her. I reached underneath her and grabbed her hairy mound and then slid a couple of fingers into her pussy. She was already getting wet from the thought of being fucked from behind. As soon as her juices were flowing, I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock into her waiting hole. She was already making noises and pumping hard against me. She told me earlier that she didn't like anal sex. I decided to just push a finger into her anal opening while fucking her pussy. She screamed out how different but good it felt so I added a second finger. She did have a big butt but I loved it. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and just started squeezing her butt. She was moaning for more so I gave her a few light taps against her ass; just enough to make it red. Then I heard her familiar sound of getting ready to come. I jammed my cock as deep as I could into her and shoved two fingers back into her anus and waited for her orgasm which was only a few seconds away. I shot my second load of the evening into her pussy from behind. After coming she fell forward onto her tits and belly and fell asleep. I got up and turned off the light and joined her in a very sound sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, she was gone. I cleaned up again and packed my things for my two day trip back home. She left me a letter.

Dearest Herman:

I'm so sorry for deceiving you in the beginning. I do have to say that I was so very glad to meet you. The love you made to me is the greatest of my lifetime. I never knew sex or making love could be so enjoyable. I have been writing about it for years but that was the only time I really experienced it. I'll always have you to thank for it. I will never forget you or the wonderful person you are. I'm sorry I wasn't the pretty woman I told you I was. It might have saved you a trip, but then again, I would have never met you. Please try and not forget me. I know I told you not to write to me anymore, but I want you to. We have something special and I would miss not hearing from you once in awhile. Other than my writing and job, you are the only bright spot in my life.

With love I say these things

Beth/Sharon The Seductress

After reading her letter, I was both happy and sad. I knew when I left Ohio that it was just going to be a visit to see and maybe talk to the woman I was obsessed with. It ended up being so much more. She might not have been Sharon, The Seductress, but she was so much more. She was a woman who cared for me, yes me, Herman Howell. I know that she wasn't the prettiest girl on earth, or have the body of a fashion model. What she did have was a loving heart. She was a caring, feeling, human being, just like me. We have the same feelings as the so-called, pretty people. We have all the same emotions and want the same things. Someone to love us, want us for who we are, and even someone who we can share a life together. Yes, I was happy, but at the same time sad; being so far away from a woman who brought me so much happiness.

I headed for home, a much happier person. I drove by the library hoping to catch a glimpse of Beth, but they weren't open yet, so I headed up the road looking out at the beautiful scenery. I was in a different country but you wouldn't know it just looking out the window. I drove through the check points when I reentered the United State and had to laugh when the guard asked me if I had anything to declare. I wanted to declare my love for one special woman but just smiled and told him, "No, nothing to declare."

After a few days everything was back to normal. My clients, the people whose grass I cut, said I looked much happier, that the vacation had done me good. I thought to myself, 'You'll never know how good it was.'

I was smiling and even singing while I was working. Most everyone noticed and said they liked the new Herman. I picked up more and more clients. They all told me that I could do the shoveling of their snow when the time came. Everything to me was wonderful. It was like a kid going to Disney World and seeing all the stuff they had to offer. You would be sad when you got home, but you would always have the memories. It's the way I felt about Beth. I still read her stories and wrote my notes back and forth.

Her lead character wasn't Roy anymore but it was Champ. I asked her about it and she told me she used Champ for me; I was Champ. She apologized for not using Herman, but said in stories, it didn't sound sexy, even though I was sexy to her, so she came up with Champ; she said it was short for Champion. It really made me feel good.

Life went on and was good. One day Beth asked me about meeting her once a year for a couple of days. She told me that she couldn't forget about me and how I made her feel. Roy and his two sons would go hunting one week out of the year and she could maybe meet me about halfway or so; that way I wouldn't have as far to drive. 

I couldn't believe it. I could live out my fantasy with the woman I loved and obsessed over. It might only be once a year but I was already planning it. I had about six months to start saving for my trip.

I was reading one of her stories and read a comment that her writing was shit and she was nothing but a damn slut. The person who commented even listed his e-mail address. I wrote him telling him that Sharon, The Seductress, was my woman and I was going to hunt him down and beat the shit out of him if I ever read a comment like that again. I remember saying I was a computer hacker and knew I could find his true identity. It must have scared him away cause he never sent any more comments to Beth. I wrote to more than one negative comment. I felt that I was Beth's protector. I don't know why people knock the writer. They are giving us something to read, usually their own fantasy.

I had three more months left when tragedy struck. My mom had a heart attack and passed away. I was really depressed and had no idea what to do. I wasn't the smartest person around. The pastor from our church stopped by to see me; he could tell that I was lost on what to do. He sat down and said he would help me through it. He asked about insurance and I showed him mom's policy. It was for seven thousand dollars. He told me that it would be enough to give mom a decent burial. His wife Mary would help make arrangements with the funeral home and see to it that mom looked good.

Pastor Ron told me I should pick up a dark suit to wear to the funeral, and probably a dark tie. The service was nice. All mom's friends were there grieving for her. They would all come up to me and tell me how sorry they were. After the service the women of the church had some food set up in the church basement for the mourners. I mentioned to Pastor Ron that it was nice of him and his wife to help me like this. I helped the ladies of the church clean up the mess and Pastor Ron asked me into his office.

"Herman, we need a church custodian and since all the people seem to like you, we were wondering if you would like the job? All you have to do is after any service like the one we had for your mother and of course every Sunday, you clean up the church. You also get the grass cutting and shoveling jobs as well. We thought this might help your financial situations since you won't have your mom's check anymore. It pays twenty-five dollars after each clean up. You could pick up around seventy-five dollars extra a week. Sometimes more, are you interested?"

I smiled. I was wondering about making ends meet. I took the job and thanked Pastor Ron. I turned around and went into the church and started cleaning. Pastor Ron, told me I didn't have to do it that day but I told him I needed to keep busy; he understood. I could clean the church any time day or night so it didn't interfere with my grass cutting/snow shoveling business.

I wrote to Beth and told her about my mother dying. She said she cried for me and hoped for the best for me. We were to meet in two months and at least I had that to look forward to. Beth and I made the arrangements where we would meet. It would be about a ten hour drive for me one way, and approximately the same for Beth. I made the arrangements for two nights in a little motel. We now had one month to go. I was working hard and putting some money aside for my trip. I told Pastor Ron that I would be gone for about four days so he wouldn't get worried. I had to get all my work caught up before I left.

With a month to go, I kept writing Beth, but never received any replies. I was beginning to worry. I wrote her every day, but no replies. She hadn't posted any new stories either. I even checked the Authors' Hangout where she talked to other authors but I didn't see her name anywhere. What happened to her? Maybe her computer broke down and she was getting it fixed. I was becoming a mess. It was now time for me to leave for our rendezvous and I wasn't sure she would be there.

There was nothing else I could do. As a last resort I looked up her phone number from last year and called it. There was no answer, not even an answering machine, but I wouldn't have left a message anyway.

I headed out to our rendezvous spot hoping for the best. Everything possible went through my mind. God, I wish I was smarter; maybe there was something I could do. I just didn't know. I was more worried than excited. I was just hoping she was having computer problems. Now I wish I would've given her more information as to my town or phone number. All she knew was I lived in Ohio, a foreign country to her. It took me the best part of ten hours to get to the motel. We had it for two days; hopefully for two wonderful glorious days. I checked in and Beth hadn't been there yet. I tried calling her old phone number again but no one answered, not even asshole Roy. The afternoon became evening, and then became dark outside. No sign of Beth anywhere. I was in a panic but couldn't do anything. I lay down on the bed and tried to get some rest. I was going to drive another ten hours if I had to. I needed to know what happened to Beth. About four in the morning I got up and left for Gayley where I was the year before. I was tired but my will kept me going.

I arrived in Gayley around noon. I drove faster than I should have, but I had to get there as soon as possible. My nerves couldn't take much of this. I went straight to the library. I looked around but there was no sign of Beth. The lady at the counter asked if she could help me.

I told her I was looking for Beth. She looked nervous as she stared at me.

"Where is she? Is she alright? I'm a friend of hers from the United States. Please, where is she?" I cried.

"How do I know you're telling me the truth? Show me your driver's license," she said.

I quickly pulled out my license and the woman went to the telephone. I think she was talking to Beth. She came back and wrote an address on a piece of paper. She told me it was a battered women's shelter and Beth was there waiting for me. I asked her what happened but she told me Beth would have to explain it to me. She gave me directions to the shelter and I hurried off to see my Beth.

I pulled up in front of the shelter and Beth was waiting for me. She had her arm in a sling. I went up to her and she was crying. I held her as best I could with her arm in the sling. "Beth, what happened? I haven't heard from you in over a month. I waited for you but you didn't show up. I had to find out so I drove the rest of the way to find you."

"Let's go inside where we can have some privacy. I have a room here for now. I'll try to tell you everything," she said.

She sat on the edge of the bed and I sat on a chair. She began to tell me what had happened.

"Roy walked in on me one day when I was writing to you. He read the message and back handed me and called me a fucking whore. He hit me time and time again. When I woke up I was in the hospital, in intensive care. I had internal injuries and a broken arm. He also cracked a couple of my ribs. I never told you this before but Roy always brought women to our house and had sex in front of me. He even let his sons use these women. It wasn't one time, but over and over again. He would say how he liked real women, not a big fucking pig like me. I was only there to clean up the place and cook for him."

"So, what's happening now?" I asked.

"The neighbors heard the disturbance and called the police. They arrested Roy and he's now in lockup. He doesn't have the money to post bail so he will have to stay in jail till his trial next month. I have already applied for a divorce from the monster. I'm no longer afraid of him or his sons," she replied.

"Where are his sons now?" I asked.

"Last I knew they were still at the trailer. One is eighteen now and the other seventeen. They are bad boys, just like their father. They took all my things and threw them in the front yard and some neighbors gathered them up for me and contacted the women's shelter. I was released from the hospital and moved here for now. I'm so sorry you had to drive all this way for nothing. I couldn't contact you because they busted up my computer and besides, I don't know if I can type with one hand."

"God, I feel so sorry for you; I wish there was something I could do," I said.

"It's not your problem Herman, it's mine. I should have left him years ago. Too bad I didn't meet a nice man like you back then. Life might have been so much better."

"Beth, you know I love you, I know you do. Not just the writer but the whole person that is Beth Wilson. Will you come back to the States with me and become my wife?"

"My God, Herman, that is quite an offer but I can't do that to you. You have your own life to lead. Besides, I have to be here for the trial next month. I don't want that bastard getting off because I wasn't there to testify."

"I have a solution I think. I've been making extra money cleaning the church since mom passed away. I will save as much as I can and come back in a couple of months to get you. By then the trial will be over and so will the divorce. I'll take you back with me and you can become Mrs Herman Howell."

"I like you an awful lot Herman, but I don't know about us getting married."

"I understand, most people think I'm a few cards short of a full deck. I'm not exactly God's gift to women and I surely don't deserve someone as nice as you."

"That's not it at all, Herman. You're the sweetest, nicest and most loving man I've ever met. It's just... It's just..."

"What is it, Beth?"

"It's just that Roy hurt me badly inside and I will never be able to give you children. I'm sorry."




Obsession



"I never even thought of children, Beth. It's you I want. If you want children we can adopt as many as you want. At least they'll be smarter than their dad. Please marry me, Beth, and make me the happiest man alive," I begged.

"Are you sure, Herman? Are you really sure you want me and not the writer? You know we're not the same."

"I want Beth, that beautiful person on the inside that I was allowed to make love to last year. I want to be able to do that to her over and over again for the rest of my life. Are you that woman, Beth?"

"Yes, Herman, the beautiful woman on the inside and fat little body on the outside. That's me," she smiled.

"I don't see a fat body, Beth. I see the woman I love. Now, will you marry me or not?" I asked.

She was crying. She looked at me and said, "Yes, Herman, I will marry you. If you can come back here and get me in say two months? Can you do that?"

"As God as my witness I will be here to get you. I will also have our house ready and I will contact the preacher so we can be married as soon as possible. I'm not going to give you a chance to get away."

We talked some more and we went to a little restaurant and had dinner to eat and made more plans. I made sure she had my telephone number this time. She was still mad about Roy's sons taking over her trailer. She had most of her personal stuff with her and was afraid to go back for anything else. She was hoping she would get her share in the divorce settlement if they didn't trash it too much.

We went back to the women's shelter and she let me lie on her bed so I could get some rest. I could make it back to our rendezvous motel and get a good nights sleep. After all we had paid for it for two nights.

I kissed her goodbye and told her to keep in touch. She told me she would e-mail me from the library when her arm healed. I made a little detour on my way home. I picked up a five gallon can of gas and went to her trailer. The boys weren't there at the time as I splashed the gasoline all over the trailer. I lit a whole pack of matches and threw it in a pile of rubbish on the back landing. The flames started as I drove away. No one even knew me so I should be in the clear. I had to do it for revenge for my Beth.

As I was driving down the road a fire truck passed me. I was sure the trailer would be burnt to the ground before they got there.

When I arrived home I talked to Pastor Ron about a wedding date. I kind of explained that her husband beat her and she was getting a divorce. Most churches frowned on divorces but in this case he understood. 

Time flew by as I worked hard day and night trying to get money together. The money from the church work sure helped. About a month after getting home, I got a phone call. It was from Beth. She told me that the day I left Canada the trailer burned down. The fire department said it was arson because they found a gas can and knew the gas was splashed on the trailer. They suspected Roy's sons of starting the fire and then leaving so they wouldn't be implicated in the arson. The only problem was they couldn't prove the boys did it. So they weren't going to get charged yet. Beth also told me the trial for Roy was the following week. As far as her arm was concerned she was able to move it but had a light arm cast on it. She was able to work at the library again.

"Herman, the main reason I called is I want to make sure you still want me as your wife. I figured you had time to give it some serious thought," she said.

"I can't wait for that day to come. I have enough money saved to come and get you and we will be getting married the Saturday after you arrive. I already told the Pastor that you wanted to get married in the church. I let him know that your first marriage was by a judge and it's a judge that decreed your divorce. I'll be there next month with bells on, whatever that means. Call me if there are any problems. I just want to make you happy. Beth, I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Herman Howell," she replied.

The time had come for that long trip back to Canada. I called Beth to verify she was ready, willing and able. She sounded so happy when I called. "I have some things to tell you when you get here. Please hurry but don't get any tickets and please be careful. I'll be waiting for you," she cried.

I headed out and drove as far as I could till I was so tired. I lay back in the car and slept for a couple of hours and then headed out again. I got there in a day and a half. I was really nervous when I knocked on the door. A lady I didn't know looked at me and smiled. "You must be Herman. Beth will be right down. She didn't expect you for a couple of hours yet," she said.

I looked up and there stood a smiling Beth. Behind her were six bags full of her stuff. Her arm was now out of the sling and cast. She ran down to me and kissed me. I had tears in my eyes and she was crying. I began to load her stuff into the car while she said goodbye to her friends. They all wished her a happy life. I held the door open for her as she got in. She told me later she wasn't used to being treated like a lady. So, I made sure that I opened doors for her and did all the other little manly things my mom had taught me.

I looked at her and her face glowed. She said it was from being so happy. I asked her about the trial and all. I was hoping we wouldn't have to deal with Roy or his sons ever again.

"That's what I wanted to tell you. They found Roy guilty of assault and battery and he was sent to prison for two years. His son's left for parts unknown. They went even further west in Canada. I guess they were afraid they might get charged with the arson on the trailer. You're going to like this Herman. I got a check from the insurance company for twelve thousand dollars for the loss of the trailer and contents. I didn't have to share it with Roy since he was going to prison anyway; the judge gave it all to me. He said Roy should owe me even more but he didn't have anything else the judge could give me."

"I'm so happy for you. Now you can use some of your money to buy a new computer and get started back on your stories. I sure miss them," I said.

"It's our money, Herman, if we are to be husband and wife; I want us to share everything. It's the way real marriages should be. I guess the only thing I'm a little sad about is those boys destroyed all my discs with my stories on them. A lot of my life went into them," she responded.

"Beth, remember how obsessed I was with you? Well, I copied every one of your stories onto floppy discs. I have them all, and they are labeled by the date you posted them. So you - or should I say we - have them all."

Beth began to cry again. "I love you, Herman. At first I was afraid of you, but now I realize what a good man you really are. Herman, I don't want there to be any secrets between us. Do you agree with that?"

"I wouldn't keep anything from you. I promise I will never lie to you," I said.

"I've been wondering. The trailer fire started within a half hour after you left me. Is there anything you want to tell me about it?" she asked.

"Just one thing. If anyone messes with my woman, they are liable to get burned." I looked at her and smiled and she smiled back at me. We never mentioned the trailer fire again.

One thing I forgot to mention. Neither of us have any family living near us to the best of our knowledge. Beth was brought up by foster parents and I was an only child. So I guess you would say we only had each other.

When we arrived home it was on a Thursday and we headed over to the license bureau to get our marriage license. I drove by the pastor's house and introduced him and his wife to Beth. I asked him if we were able to use the church on Saturday for our ceremony. He told me it was taken care of and that his son Peter and wife Marsha would be our witnesses. Mary offered to take Beth to buy a new dress to get married in. I think Beth felt it wasn't a necessity but I told her she should do it. I even told her I would wear my suit.

At noon on Saturday we drove over to the church and parked in front of the building. We walked up to the door when Marsha and Peter came out and told us they wanted to do it right. Beth was going to walk down the aisle. Peter told us his mom was going to play the wedding march for us. He told me to go inside and he would escort Beth down the aisle.

I walked into the church and couldn't believe what I saw. The whole town had shown up for our wedding. I mean every one of my clients must have been there with their families. They all smiled at me and gave me the thumbs up as I approached the front of the church. I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I had no idea people felt this way about me.

Mary, the pastor's wife started playing the wedding march and Marsha came in with a small bouquet of flowers. When she reached the front of the church, Marsha's six year old daughter was throwing flower petals down the aisle. Then the doors opened wide as everyone stood up as Peter walked Beth down the aisle. She was astonished to see the church full of people. She looked so nice in her blue dress and holding a bouquet of flowers as she walked down the long aisle. She had bought me a matching blue tie which I had on. Beth had tears streaming down her face as she came down the aisle and joined hands with me.

Pastor Ron had us repeat the vows which we did with real meaning. He then said, 'Now I pronounce you husband and wife. Herman, you may now kiss your bride. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Herman Howell."

Everyone stood up and clapped for us. There was an announcement made that food was ready to be served in the basement of the church. The women of the church made everything. They had a feast in honor of me and Beth. Some people even gave us gifts. We weren't planning on a vacation but we were given two tickets to Cedar Point. It was a well known amusement park about sixty miles away. We even had a motel room paid for two days. We decided to go. I remember Pastor Ron telling me I didn't have to clean up this time and laughed.

Beth and I thanked everyone for everything they did for us. We would never forget them. We headed off on our two day honeymoon. We went right to the motel and I disrobed Beth. We made love over and over again just like the first time we met. It was no fluke. We were meant to be together.

When we arrived home Beth got a call from the local librarian who offered her a position at the library. She had heard that Beth was knowledgeable when it came to books. Of course Beth took the job. During the day I did my work and Beth worked at the library. We cleaned at the church together. We were a team.

One day I asked Beth why didn't she write our story and submit it. Maybe the readers would like to read about two people that were beautiful on the inside, even though not so pretty on the outside.

She looked at me and said, "Herman, this is your story. I know that you're not a writer but I believe you're honesty and warmth will show though. I believe you should write our story," she said.

"Will you edit it for me and correct my spelling and make it so people can understand it." I asked.

"Yes, Honey, I will do that for you," she answered.

So readers, here is the first story written by H.H., Herman Howell, and edited by his wonderful and talented wife that you know as Sharon, The Seductress.

Well, that was my first attempt at writing. I mainly wanted people to know that just because we might be a little different, such as balding, short, fat even maybe considered ugly or not having good smarts, we are people too. We laugh, we cry, we get lonely and we want to be wanted just like all the so called pretty people. Beth and I were lucky to find each other before it was too late. Also, we found a community that didn't judge people solely on their outside appearance. The next time you see someone who might not be so beautiful on the outside, just say hi to them. You might make a new friend.

Thank you for reading my story
Comments are always welcome

DG Hear.



Obsession



My name is Mary. An ordinary girl of working class background. I have just recently moved in this apartment building in London so I can be near the hospital where I worked. When I first came to England, I lived in the hospital's dormitory where I endured boarding with noisy and sometimes untidy roommates. Usually, it's a race when using the shower and toilet. After several months, I got a promotion and managed to move into an apartment of my own. In my new apartment, the rent was, of course, much pricier than the dorm in exchange for the privacy and quietness that I value very much. At last, I have my own private world. And then, I met him. 

We met when we boarded the same elevator as I was coming home from work one night.

"3rd floor please," I said

"Good, I'm on the same floor too," he said as he pressed button 3. I can tell that he's Scottish by his accent. He had dark crew cut hair, blue green eyes that have a penetrating look, semi-clean shaven chin and he stood very tall, maybe 6 feet. He was wearing boots, khaki pants, brown turtle neck shirt and a black leather jacket. Despite of his heavy clothing, I can tell that he had a large built and all in all he was ruggedly handsome.

There was brief silence.

"I'm Gerry," he turned to me.

"Mary," I replied politely with a prim smile.

I was about to start a conversation when the elevator door opened and we've already reached the 3rd floor. As I walk in front of my apartment door, I looked around and found him standing in front of the apartment opposite mine. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment when he looked back and saw me staring at him.

"Good night, neighbor" he cheerfully spoke.

"Yes," was all I managed to say as I turned my door key and went inside.

That was the start. Every time I come home at 7pm, we always ride the same elevator on the way to the third floor. Although I am intrigued by my Scottish neighbor, I never seemed to have the courage to start a conversation with him. Besides, I know that I shouldn't be nosy because in this country, people usually keep their noses out of each other's business even to their next door neighbors. Aside from that, I already have a steady boyfriend who I've been dating for almost ten months. And yet, there was something magnetic about this neighbor of mine.

My boyfriend Jack is also working in the same hospital as I am. He was the junior supervisor of the accounting department while I work at the Sonography department a few meters away. He was about five feet eight. His body is quite of a lanky built and he had red hair and dark brown eyes which according to him, was inherited from his Irish ancestors. Our relationship started during the hospital Christmas Party and he seems to be the man for me because our friends and even my family are approve of our relationship. Actually, we were being pressured to get married as soon as possible.

"Do us a favor, Mary," says Meg, my co-worker, during our lunch time "tie the knot. We want to see a real fairy tale love story here."

"Yeah," agrees Bess, "you're both on a marrying age so why the delay?"

"I know girls that you want Jack and I to get married soon," I laughed, "but why the rush? We're still young enough and I don't need to hurry everything."

"Well, you're both not getting any younger," Meg contradicted "Besides, has nothing happened yet between you and Jack?"

I was tongue tied. Meg's question has caught me off guard that I suddenly didn't know what to say. For ten months that we've been together, Jack has tried to coax me to do it and live with him but being a conservative sort who believes that marriage comes first before consummation, I always refuse and so far, we've only resorted to kissing and petting.

"Well, it's between me and Jack" what I managed to say after recovering from shock, "and by the time he and I get married, I'll send you a copy of what we did on our honeymoon."

"Everything?" Meg and Bess naughtily giggled.

"Yes, my precious!" I replied with a gloat while imitating Gollum followed by our roar of laughter. In the Radiology department, we were all like family and we are all used to naughty jokes. As the saying of the seasoned medical staff goes: you're not a legitimate medical staff if you're not into naughty jokes.

7 pm. I was alternately running and walking fast on the entrance steps of the apartment building but I knew that I was not in the rush to get home. At the back of my head, I know that I was in the rush for the elevator ride. With him.

The elevator door was closing but in a nick of time, I managed to press the button and the door opened. To my surprise, I saw him standing there. Beside him, no! entwined to him, is a slender brunette with a skimpy dress almost showing her derrière and her enormous breasts were nearly yawning out. 

Silicon bitch! I cursed in my head as I looked at them with contempt.

"Going up neighbor?" he smiled at me with a hint of wickedness.

Where else? This is the ground floor, you fool! Was what I wanted to say to him.

"Yes," was my prim reply as I got inside.

The elevator door closed.

"Well, talk me about going down, darling," I heard the brunette teased him.

"Why the talk? We'll do it baby" he said.

I was trying not to listen to their obscene conversation. But my mind was raging with thoughts.

What sort of country is this to allow public displays of affection—no! Public display of vulgarity!

The thing about this foreign country that I still find uncomfortable is seeing people kissing in public places as if they were the only people present.

Wait! What am I thinking? What do I care about this idiot? I should be minding my own business.

For some unknown reason, I took out my face powder and as I try to powder myself, I saw on the mirror that they were kissing passionately. Mouths open as tongues flick and slid with one another. His left arm was entwined on her waist while his right one is lifting her left thigh. The brunette was purring and moaning while her right hand is cupping the back of his head and her left arm is wrapped around his neck. I silently clamped down my face powder and to my relief, the elevator door opened just in time. Without looking anywhere, I darted straight to my apartment door and fumbled for the key. I know that the impassioned pair were behind me because I can clearly hear their moans and whispers. I finally found my door key and after unlocking the door I went inside. Once I got in, I leaned against the door. To my surprise, I was panting and hyperventilating. It's from running, I keep telling myself, just from running.

After eating dinner, I decided to take a bath. Tomorrow is Sunday and I decided to give myself a hot dip in the tub. In this busy city, a hot bath is as revitalizing as a weekend holiday. Jack is in the office working late. As usual. We seldom go out on a date for several months now. I don't know if it's because I understand that he had a workaholic streak or it's just that I've grown used to going home alone. While waiting for the tub to be filled with hot water, I undressed myself until I was only wearing my underthings. I was on my way to removing my bra when I saw the wardrobe mirror and stood in front of it. At first I was embarrassed to look at my nearly naked body but soon, I managed to get over it and gathered my courage. Standing in front of me is an ordinary looking girl with shoulder length dark hair. Instead of abs muscles, baby fat is gathered around my belly because I was too busy to take up exercise classes and my salary is only enough to keep me from being thrown out of my apartment and enough to financially support my ailing mother. But I'm proud of my legs because they remained shapely because I always walk my way to work. I proceed to slowly unhook my bra as I stare at myself. This is funny. I smiled to myself. Never mind. It's just for fun.

Once I removed my bra, I stared at my bare breasts. They were a bit small like pears unlike that brunette's enormous breasts that my neighbor must be humping with at this moment. At least mine was natural unlike hers, I stoutly told myself. I thought of removing my low rising silk panties. My imagination began to run. The mirror was no longer in front of me. Instead, a man was standing there with his eyes fixed on me. I know that he wants me because his eyes are burning with desire. He seemed to be fighting the urge to touch me but finally, he gives in. His face was blurred at first but as he gets nearer, his face becomes more and more familiar. Those penetrating blue green eyes...

Damn it! What was I thinking? My mind cut through my imagination. I hastily went and dipped into the tub without thinking of removing my panties.

Drowsiness is hanging heavily on me as I make my way to the bedroom. My brain is too sleepy to remind me that I should change into my nightshirt. Nightshirt, I smirked to myself, how old fashioned! I'll sleep in my robe instead. 

As I lay my head on the pillow, I expect to be taken to slumber land but it seems that I haven't for I found that I was still lying on my bed. It was a bit dark. Another power interruption perhaps. 

"Wake up sleeping beauty," I heard a man's voice. Jack. It's his voice.

"You shouldn't be sleeping on your honeymoon. Now wake up and please your husband."

I smiled naughtily, rolled over and lay on my stomach.

"How about this darling?" I teased. To my amazement, I felt his sinewy hands stroke my back down to my waist, to my behind and to my legs. I tried to hold my breath but I found myself start panting.

"Perfect" his voice turned husky. He stood up and walked further into the dark but I could see him slowly removing his clothes. I tried to look sexy and anticipating but deep inside, I was actually nervous to see a man naked.

"Here I come darling," Jack's voice turned deeper as he approach.

"Come to me" I wantingly beaconed as I rolled over once again and laid my back on my soft bed.

To my shock, it wasn't Jack's face that I saw. It was Gerry, my neighbor.

"I've always known that you want me" his smiling face hovered over me.

RIIIING!!! The deafening alarm clock filled my ears and ripped into my consciousness. Instantly I woke up to find that it was just a dream. With a few swearings, I reached for the alarm clock and turned it off. Blasted! I forgot that today is Sunday and I activated the alarm clock. I looked at the clock and swore again. It was 7am. 

Since it was futile to return to sleep, I decided to get up and fix my breakfast. While I was frying some bacon and pancakes, my mind drifted to what it remembered last night. I dreamt that I was with another man. No, wait! I imagined that I was about to make love with another man! And it was my neighbor. How funny. I should be dreaming about doing with Jack because we would soon end up in that marrying stage but instead dreamt of another man just because I rode on the same elevator while he was making out with another woman. How funny and how weird, I thought. Oops, the bacon and pancakes are almost finished. 

That afternoon, I went outside to throw my garbage into the bin at the back of the apartment block. It was October and wind is getting colder as days went by. I was only wearing light clothing and no mittens because I thought I would only be out for a while. I thought: nobody gets frostbitten just by standing outside for a few minutes. This is the price of living alone: you get to do everything and anything that you don't normally do while living at the comfort of your parents' home. Like throwing the rubbish. Now, the trouble with throwing rubbish is that I have to throw it inside a huge four feet high tank with a heavy metal lid. Throwing open the lid was easy but, throwing my bag into the bin was tricky because I have to hurl it with all my might just to get it in and it's not easy since it's four feet high and I'm only a little more than five feet. I grabbed the black plastic bag and tried to swing it (while cursing myself for not throwing the rubbish a week ago and letting it accumulate this BIG) as hard as I could. I managed to shoot one into the bin and I've grown tired for throwing the second but failed to throw it into the bin. I know that I can't just leave the other bag lying around here because I will be fined and my landlord might throw me out of my apartment. 

"Having some trouble, neighbor?" I heard a voice behind me. I don't want to turn around because I know who it belongs to but I have to.

"Yes, the bin was giving me hard time" I managed to say as I turned around and face him.

Yes, it's Gerry. 

He laughed when I answered. He was carrying four black bags, two on each side, and much larger than the two I carried. But since he's much taller and of much bigger built, he carried it like it's just a child's satchel.

"You should be asking somebody for help," he said as he approach me. The chilly October wind is slowly creeping under my thin jacket and red cotton shirt and my teeth began to chatter.

"W-Well, I d-don't ask m-my boyfriend to d-do it for m-me" I managed to speak.

"How come? He shouldn't let his ladylove out here doing a man's work"he said as he efficiently placed the four bags into the bin. 

"W-We d-don't live together," I replied. I was embarrassed to say that but, I have to tell the truth.

Again he laughed. I want to be angry but I can't help but find his laughter to be quite infectious.

"Ah, a conservative prude you are," he grinned as he stood staring at me, "I thought the Queen is the only prudish lady in this country."

"C-can you p-please h-help m-me?" I could no longer deny that I was in need of help. I won't get frostbitten but I know now that I'm in danger of hypothermia.

He took my remaining black plastic bag and placed it with ease inside the bin. I noticed that he was not wearing mittens or some gloves either and I managed to look at his hands. It looked huge and strong like a giant. Or a titan. I suddenly remembered the brunette he was with last night and I imagined what those huge hands did to her...

"It's kind of huge isn't it?" I heard Gerry say.

"What?" I got alarmed.

"The rubbish bin." he replied to my relief, " I reckon that the government probably knows that the people here do not believe in recycling. Why, it's even large enough to fit all the tenants in this block."

"I wouldn't be even surprised if one day, the landlord might rent it to some vagabond" I managed to say, "rent is quite high in this city and God knows, everyone who moves here are running out of a good place to stay."

We both shared a laugh. It felt good that finally I was able to reach out and make friends with someone in this neighborhood because I don't even know the occupants of the apartment next to me. On our way to the elevator, I began to feel warm and cozy again and that's when I finally managed to start a conversation. I found out that he's a lawyer working in a law firm at the building across the hospital where I worked but he's into rugged sports such as football, rugby, hiking and rock climbing.

"Not your typical lawyer, isn't it?" he said.

"No, it's fine," I said, "if you ever get caught storm in the mountains, you can sue the guide for recklessness and if somebody tackles you during football, you can also sue him for attempted physical injury."

"Right." he answered while laughing.

I was laughing so hard that it was too late to realize that he was staring at me. When I managed to choke down my laughter, he was still staring at me. It was my first time to see those blue green eyes at close range and honestly, they were very seductive.

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"Your eyes," he said, his eyes still not blinking, "it's actually my first time to see such pitch black-colored ones."

I gulped a bit as I tried to regain my composure.

"Really? What do you think of it?"

"It's like staring at the mirror," he said, "Nostradamus would look into a black mirror to see the future. I'd like to know if I can see something too." as his face moved nearer. I held my breath when I felt his warm breath getting nearer.

Fortunately, the elevator door finally opened and I managed to break away from his stare. I was afraid that he might discover the erotic dreams I had about him. What would this man think of me?

"I have some house cleaning to do," I said as I walked towards my apartment door.

"That's very impressive of you, my lady," I heard him say.

I paused for awhile thinking what he is doing and if he's staring at me. I heard the door unlocking. His door. When I finally got into my apartment, it was when I finally let out a breathe of sigh. I was thinking if he would invade my thoughts again tonight.

That night, it happened again. The dream.

The light was a bit dim but the bed sheet was colored white. It was more vivid than the last time. This time, his face is much more visible as if it's real. He was in bed, lying on his back wearing nothing but with a white blanket covering his hips. 

"Come over here darling, I need you," he called me once again in his husky voice, "and I know that you need me too."

Without any protest, I approached him in my white robe, hair loosely falling down to my shoulder.

"I am here, darling" were my words.

"Do your lover a favor and take off your clothes," he commanded.

Slowly, I took off my robe and found out I was wearing nothing underneath. 

"Come to bed, my lady," he sat up and motioned me, "it's getting quite cold."

I slipped between the sheets with him with submission.

"I'll show you how a lady should be treated," he seductively said as he placed his arm around my waist. His mouth met with mine and he consumed me with brute force. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He shifted his hold and moved his hands down to my hips. He lifted me and it was when I realized he wanted me to straddle him. 

"Tonight, we will become one" I heard his voice faintly between my moans as I felt his lips move down to my neck.

Tonight...tonight...those words continued to ring into my ears.

The next morning, Monday, was the start of another rat race. I've already grown used to the mad rush hour. Walking, no, racing to work along with three quarters of the city's population. As usual, I arrived 15 minutes before 9 and changed into my work clothes. A cup of coffee and some cinnamon buns and it's the beginning of work.

"Good morning, Abby" I greeted our receptionist, "anything new?" I meant to say if I already have a patient in waiting.

"As usual, five arrived today" she replied handing me the patient's request forms.

I went to my cubicle where my sonogram machine is located and waited for the patient to come in. As I've said, I've grown used to the routine that I finished all five in just a matter of minutes which usually took me an hour when I was just starting to work here. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already time for coffee break. 

I was on my way to the coffee maker at the pantry when Abby stopped me.

"Mary, you still have one more patient left." Handing over the patient request form.

I grimaced as I took it. "Fine, I'll do it."

Reluctantly, I read the request and went back to the dim room. Whole abdomen sonogram. Blasted, it will take me more than an hour before I refill my stomach again. When I turned to see my patient, he was the first to speak.

"Hello there, neighbor," it was Gerry in his tight fitting black shirt, "so this is where you work."

"Hello too," I said and smiled, "and what brings you in here?" motioning him to lie down on the examination bed.

"I've been bothered by this bloody pain around my belly for some time now," he said as he proceed to lie down, "I just usually ignore it but the doctor wants to make a living out of me and put me through some tests."

"I see," I said as I ready the sonogram machine.




Obsession



"I guess he wants to check if you have some gallstones or kidney stones. Please lift up your shirt." I said in a casual manner.

"That is much troublesome. I'll just do this." he said as he took off his shirt and my mouth ran dry when he revealed his chiseled body. It wasn't chiseled, it was perfectly carved with abs. I lifted the ultrasound probe and placed some ultrasonic gel on it.

"This is a bit cold," I warned him. During the weekend, our department aide had forgotten to place the ultrasonic gels in the heater and now the gels are as cold as ice.

"Ow! That is definitely bloody cold," he remarked once the probe touched his stomach. I laughed but I had to stifle it immediately because our supervisor is usually roaming around and it's prohibited for the staff to laugh during working hours.

I was trying to concentrate on my work but I can't help but peek on his perfect belly where my ultrasound probe roamed smoothly. It made me feel ashamed of my bumpy baby fat-stricken belly. But I wonder how it feels to lie on top of those hard six packs. I also noticed that his sparsely hairy chest was also well built. I suddenly remembered the other night about my dream. He was lying on the same position as he is right now. If only I could straddle him...

"See anything wrong?" his words interrupted my thoughts.

"Nope." I said as I scanned once more.

"Actually, it hurts right here," he said as he took my hand and placed it near his navel much to my surprise. 

"Well, as far as I can see, I see nothing unusual." I assured him. All the time I tried to fix my eyes on the sonogram monitor because I felt he was staring at me all the time. I was glad when the procedure came to an end and he left without any word. When I came out of my cubicle, my friends are all waiting for me.

"Coffee break?" I cheerfully asked.

"Coffee break yourself," Bess giggled, "it's already 12 o'clock."

"You've been there for more than two hours, my dear," Meg said.

As I've told before, Jack and I are in a steady relationship and it's a dream for me to get married and have my own family. My siblings are all married now and our mother is living with her other siblings in our ancestral home in the countryside. Now, they are pressuring me to settle down. Actually, Jack and I have talked about marriage on some occasion but we both agreed not to tie the knot so soon as we wanted to be financially stable first before we get married. Which probably explains why Jack is spending more of his time working overnight nowadays. I was also thinking that as soon as Jack and I to get married, I would probably forget about Gerry. 

I hope.

"I'll be working late again today, love," I heard Jack's voice over the phone when I called his mobile number.

"Yes, I understand," I lamely responded like a broken record. Same old story.

One night, instead of going straight home, I stopped by at the nearby modest restaurant. It was ran by my landlord's wife and I've already made an arrangement to eat there on a promise that I will pay along with the apartment rent. Should I fail to pay the accumulated bills, I will be automatically ordered to vacate my apartment. Simple as that. But I only go there to eat when I'm too tired to cook or when I forget to go to the grocery store. World Cup has just finished and the place is quiet with only a handful of people eating calmly. During football season, this place comes alive with cheers and shouts that makes you fear that a riot might break out anytime. After having my supper of lasagna (my comfort food) and jasmine tea, I reached over and took out the evening newspaper that I bought. It feels good to get in touch with the world and know what's happening back home after long hours of work. Aside from that, I went to read my favorite section: funny cartoons. Underneath the cartoon section is the horoscope section. I admit that I read horoscopes every now and then but it's just out of curiosity. I heard some foot steps approaching. Eventhough I don't need to lift my head, intuition tells me who it belongs to.

"I see you read horoscopes," Gerry said while carrying a cup of tea, "May I?" pointing on the seat opposite me. I was too shy to say anything so, I just nodded. He pulled the chair and sat down.

"It's funny, isn't it?" he started, "I live opposite yours. My office is opposite the hospital where you worked and now, I'm sitting opposite you."

"Yes, a bit too much of coincidence doesn't it?" I politely said putting down my paper.

"Like I said, I saw you reading horoscopes," he looked at me, "do you believe in it?"

"Well, sometimes," I answered cautiously, "do you?"

"Let's just say, I believe that each sign sometimes describes a person."

"I don't know," I admitted, "my birthday falls under Virgo but I never thought of myself as a neat freak. A little sweeping, dusting and vacuuming will do."

"Really now," he started to laugh. He paused for awhile to sip his tea.

"And what's your sign if I may ask sir?" I asked politely. I have this nagging belief that lawyers have a sensitive ego and one wrong question could land you a lawsuit the next day.

"What do you think of Scorpios?" he finally said putting down his cup.

I thought for awhile because I wasn't that good in astrology.

"Well," I started, "I know that Scorpio is a water sign. They are a bit secretive and stubborn and once they get into a relationship, they become jealous to the point of possessiveness and—"

"Do you find them sexually irresistible?" he interrupted.

I was too stunned by his question but I soon recovered.

"Well—my boyfriend is not a Scorpio," I said, "but I got attracted to him, if that's what you want to know. Excuse me."

Afterwards, I got up, bade goodbye to the landlord's wife and left. I kept on walking without expecting him to follow me until I got into the elevator shaft.

I was too late to close the elevator door and he managed to get in.

My head is starting to throb with ache and I just want to be left alone.

2nd floor.

"The problem with you good girls," he started, "is that you are actually a bunch of coy flirts."

"Please stop now." I responded.

"That's what makes aggressive women win over you prudes," he said ignoring me, "at least the bitches I know know what they want and they get it." Those words are spoken too sharp and too hurtful.

"Well, go back to your bitches sir," I snapped back, "and leave us good girls marry the good boys."

3rd floor. 

The door opened. That was the end of the conversation.

That night, I fell into a deep dreamless sleep. But somehow, I missed the dream. 

The following week, I no longer saw Gerry. He must have moved out somewhere and once again, I'm surrounded by strangers in the building. Part of me felt relieved that Jack's 'competition' is already out of my life but somehow, I felt that I've lost a sense of thrill in my life. No more elevator rides together at 7pm to look forward to. No one to help me with the garbage. No man to invade my dreams again. Somehow, the mysterious Scottish rogue have left some mark in my life. But I guess, that's how life is.

It was December and once again, the hospital's Christmas Party is here again. Like any Christmas parties, we all exchanged gifts. Our supervisor got a new Gucci bag. Abby, our receptionist, got a new digital camera that she had always wanted. Meg got a new shawl. Bess showed off a gift certificate to a posh restaurant and I gave Jack the latest designer perfume for men. I was the last one to be handed with the gift.

"Open it now Mary,"Meg urged me cheerfully. The others started coaxing me.

There seems to be no use to keep the suspense, I said to myself as I tore open the package.

When the wrapper and box was removed, a pair of black lace brassier and thong was revealed. The whole place suddenly erupted with jeers and laughter much to my embarrassment but Jack gave me a big hug and kissed me. 

"Have to put it to use very soon," Meg winked at me but, I just smiled nervously and looked up at Jack. But the black lace was never used even on New Year's Eve because Jack bade goodbye to spend the holiday at his parents' house and I was on duty at that time. At the back of my mind, I planned to use it on Valentine's Day instead. I'm sure that by that time, Jack is already here and I plan to give myself to him since we're going to be married soon.

Time seems to fly so fast and before I knew it, it was already two days before Valentine's Day. I plan to surprise Jack by going to his office and since I know that he would be working alone, I might as well show up in black lace. I heard my co-workers telling me that sex in the workplace offers great thrill. A sense of danger. That is what I'd like to find out.

February 14. I went home immediately. I took a quick shower and put on the black lace bra and thong (to my surprise, it fitted perfectly) and put on a gray trench coat to hide it. Although it's normally walking distance to the hospital, I took a taxi cab to get there quickly. The hallway to the accounting department is dim because it's already past working hours for the hospital's office staff and only the way to the emergency room and diagnostic rooms were lit. I managed to slip in and was walking my way to the Jack's office. Tonight is the last night of my virginity, I smiled.

I finally got into the office and quietly turned the knob. I thought that I would surprise Jack but it seems to be it's my turn. At the corner, where Jack's table is located, I saw him engaged in a passionate kiss —with another man! 

"Jack!" I cried as my eyes start to blur with overflowing tears.

They suddenly broke up and it was then that I found out that the other person was Jack's boss. All this time, I was thinking that my fiancé was staying up late counting money and figures but, I was wrong. I could compete with any woman for Jack's affection, but to compete with another man, nevertheless his own boss, is too much for me. Jack suddenly turned pale and guilty because he was caught red-handed.

"Mary, please let me—"Jack started to explain but I already turned around and ran out of the room. I don't know how I managed to run from the hospital grounds to my home without thinking of getting run over by a car or meeting a criminal who might rape me but before I knew it, I was already in my apartment. I removed the trench coat, kicked my shoes in different directions, threw myself to bed and cried my heart out.

Moments later, I heard the phone at my bedside table ringing. How long I've been crying, I have no idea. At first, I hesitated picking up the phone. If it's Jack, he can go to hell. But if it's not Jack...anyway, I ended up picking up the cordless receiver.

"Hello?..." I answered in between sobs.

"You'll look lovelier in your lace if you're not crying." said the voice on the other line.

I flared up, rose from my bed and grabbed my white robe hanging on a nearby chair. It finally dawned into me that I removed the window curtains this morning and sent it to the laundry maid to clean. I completely forgot about it because of Jack.

"Wh-Who the f—" I yelled as I struggled into my robe.

"Why is it that you Virgos wear sexy black lacies only to hide it under a silly robe?"

"Gerry?" I stopped and stared into the large bedroom window, "Where are you?"

"You know that I always prefer living opposite to your world."

I walked over and looked out of the window and across the street is another apartment building. Looking further, I saw directly opposite my window, a window with lampshade lighting up the dim room. Standing inside is Gerry, holding the phone and looking directly at me. It was then I realized he was shirtless and I could see his rippling muscles, glistening in the light and seemed tempting to touch.

"Glad you can see me now." he smiled.

"You fool," I was starting to get furious, " how long have you been spying on me?"

"Let's just say I wanted to take more glimpse of your world. Since living across the floor won't do, I decided to take a more strategic place."

I got too stunned to talk. All the time, I always thought that he had left me alone. I was wrong. This Scotsman really proved to me that Scorpios are stubborn creatures.

"And what about my life that you have seen so far?" I asked.

"I saw you running home this evening and you were crying," was the reply. "It's that bloody fool Jack, isn't he?"

I paused. I realized that all my life, I have always been trying to be a good girl and kept my image that way. Perhaps, being a good girl doesn't always guarantee you happiness.

"I told you good boys won't always do you good." I heard him say. I looked down at my black lace lingerie. Then something came up on me.

"Gerry."

"Yeah?"

"You can see what I'm doing right now, don't you?" I slowly laid my back on my bed. My white robe fell to my sides revealing my black lace.

I heard him gasp on the other line.

"I know you can see what I'm doing right now," I continued, seductively raising my legs on the bed. "Tell me Gerry, do I really look good in black lacies?"

"You have no idea, my lady," his voice started to turn husky.

I began to run my fingers from the top of my chest down further across my belly.

"Do you mind baby fat on a belly?" I asked as I made circles on my belly with my finger.

"Please...please don't drive me mad this way," he began to pant. I giggled. At last, I seemed to have found his weakness but I didn't stop there. 

"You told me that good boys won't always do me good and now I know," I continued, "now tell me about the bad boys." I ran my fingers further down to the top of my lace thong.

I can tell the effect of my movements because his breathing is becoming more labored than before.

"Convince me that bad boys can do me better than good boys." my voice started to turn husky.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he responded with his breath heaving.

"I decided to stop being a good girl," I rolled over on my stomach and stared at his window, "I want to be treated like a lady."

"Say that you need me—NOW!" he started to growl with desire.

"Then come to me." I said and turned off the phone.

It was a matter of minutes before I heard some frantic knock on my door. I peeped first into the hole and when I saw it was him, I unlocked the key. Like a wild beast, he quickly went in and grabbed me by the waist and began to kiss me hungrily.

"I've been dying to do this with you the first time you rode on that elevator with me," he murmured the minute we broke our kiss to catch our breath.

"So am I, darling," I responded before his mouth captured mine once more. His lips, tongue and breath were much warmer than Jack's. I responded by touching his tongue with mine. He groaned and our tongues began to flick excitedly like snakes. Jack's kiss was a bit more gentleman-like but Gerry's kisses were rough but I found out that I like to be handled roughly. The weather was turning a bit cold but we're both sweating with the sweltering heat of our bodies. Gerry lifted me easily and carried me in his arms as if we were newlyweds and I am his bride. 

He was about to ask me, "Where do you want to--" 

"My bedroom is straight ahead," I interrupted.

He carried me with ease and when we got inside, he gently let me down on my feet with my back turned to him. Then, he helped me out of my robe, grabbed me by the waist again and started kissing me at the nape and his tongue tracing and nibbling my earlobes.

"Darling," I whispered running my hands on his jaw as he runs his tongue along my neck.

"Yes?"

"My bra is a bit tight. Please loosen it up for me?" I panted.

With much efficiency, he unhooked my brassiere and threw it somewhere on the floor.

I turned to face him while he cup my face with his right hand and his left hand cling heavily into my hair then, we started kissing hungrily again. My hands began to explore and I was thrilled to explore my fingers on the taut muscles of his chest down to his stomach. I used to fantasize about it some nights ago but now, it was for real. I felt him break free from my hold and to my shock he began flicking his tongue on the top of my breast.

"Do you find it a bit small, darling?" I asked him, thinking about the heavily breasted brunette he brought to his apartment months ago.

But he did not respond. Instead, he coiled his tongue around one nipple and began to suck hungrily like a hungry infant and it made me moan much louder. Surely, my fiancé—or rather, now ex-fiancé—have not succeeded in bringing this kind of pleasure to me. Looking up at my bedroom window, I got scared and stopped Gerry for awhile.

"Suppose everybody in the opposite building is watching us?" Thinking of it makes me feel that we might be much worse than Paris Hilton and her lover.

"Don't worry love, it's Valentine's day, everybody's too busy doing the same thing" he grinned as he quickly added, "but ours is bloody much better." and he carried me again and laid me on my bed. Luckily, it was a queen sized bed with soft powder blue comforters and yellow colored pillows. It used to be my resting area whenever I get home every night after work but tonight, it was converted into a bridal chamber.

As I lay on my bed, he stared down on me as if studying what to do next.

"Give up now, sir?" I teased as I stroke the outlines of his face and his lips.

"Not yet," he said huskily, "are you?"

I just shook my head in response.

He bent his head again and began to run his tongue on my breasts again and I started to moan when his mouth caught hold of one nipple and began to suck again. This time, it's more savage than the first as if he was sucking my breasts dry. I felt his hand managed to get inside my thong and found access my pussy and to my surprise, he began to rub my clitoris. Then he found my lovehole. It was already wet just by his rough kisses and sucking. As his head move to suck another nipple, he placed his finger inside my lovehole. My vaginal muscles started constricting violently as the foreign object , his finger, began to move further deep inside. Slow at first, then he began to move his finger faster and faster. 

"Gerry! Oh baby! Don't!" were the words that came from my lips. But he seems to know that I meant the opposite. 

My moaning started to get louder and I began to clutch the back of his head with my hand when I felt his tongue move slowly down to my stomach. At that moment, I began to think that my baby fat is not so bad after all. My moans started to become loud cries when I felt him make circles around my navel with his tongue. He wanted to moved further down and despite of the pleasure his finger gave, I removed his hand from my pussy because something else came into my mind

I slowly sat up and pushed him to lie down. He was surprised to see me do this but I'm much more surprised in my guts. Anyway, I have to continue what I started. I proceed to straddle him and I decided to imitate his actions. Our mouths began to join once more then, I moved my tongue down to the hollow of his neck and tasted the saltiness of his skin. He started groaning louder and his chest start to heave faster as my tongue began to move around and all over his chest. I paused for awhile when I reached his belly. I suddenly remembered how the ultrasound probe roamed freely and smoothly on those taut belly muscles and it made me think how it feels to run my tongue on it. I looked up at Gerry's face and I saw his face was flushed red and he was breathing heavily.

"Please go on," he begged, "drive me mad, my lady."

I bent my head. At first, I kissed the taut muscles for awhile. Then, I opened my mouth and let my tongue out to lick his stomach. To my excitement, I heard his loud cry as I pushed him on the throes of pleasure. He clutched my hair tightly and groaned. I knew then, that I have found this man's weakness. I continued to run my tongue along the grooves of his tight muscles and the more I run my tongue, the louder his groans become and the faster his breathing becomes. 




Obsession



Like what he did, I made circles around his navel and along the line of hair running from his chest down to his stomach and into his lower abdomen. I ran my tongue along that line from his navel down to the border of the top of his trousers. I don't know if it's my imagination but I saw his bulging cock twitch under his trousers. I picked up one button of his trousers and started to release it. One by one, I removed the buttons until the all that imprisoned his cock was his white underpants. It seems that Gerry sensed my inexperience and with one hand, he took out his cock for me to see. My mouth ran dry as his large cock sprang upright in front of me. The head was rosy-colored and visible veins ran along the shaft. 

"Take it in your mouth, love," he hissed. It was my first time to see a man's cock, let alone, an erect one. I hesitated at first because it seemed too big to fit even between my lips.

"Take it," Gerry gasped in anticipation. Slowly, I began to kiss the head. I heard him groan with pleasure.

"LIck it, baby,"he instructed me as he clutch my hair with his hand as if leading me,"taste it like a lollipop. It's yours now." 

I complied. I ran my tongue along the head and moved down to the shaft. He started grunting and groaning louder. His response seemed to excite me and I continued to lick his cock starting from the head down to the shaft and back. 

His hand clutched my hair tighter as he spoke through labored breath: " Now, put it inside your mouth, baby."

Like an obedient slave I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed the throbbing head. It was huge, I think like a baby's fist that it took me awhile to get my mouth accustomed to the huge pulsating cock. When I felt that my throat muscles are ready, I moved my head to put his whole length inside much to his moans of pleasure. I decided to remove his cock out of my mouth so I can gasp for breath but he stopped me from midway and pushed my head back down again and lifted my head up again. It took me awhile to get the tempo and soon I was bobbing my head up and down his cock. His groans and pleads sounded like music to my ears and began to excite me knowing that I, despite being a virgin, am giving this man the time of his life. I thought I could bring him to climax by sucking him but he clutched my shoulder and said:

"Stop now, love," he gasped pulling me up gently, "it's time."

He laid me on my back as he rose from the bed and strip off the remaining clothing in his body. In a minute, I saw, for the first time in my life, a man's naked body. When I dared to look on the lower part—the one between his legs—I felt all flushed with fever and got embarrassed because of it. Standing at the foot of my bed is a 6 foot man with a well sculpted body and a hard ramrod that is about to liberate me from my virginity.

"That bloody do-gooder boy of yours is missing a lot,"he smiled, "he didn't know how beautiful you look."

Gerry took hold of the straps of my lace thong and began to pull my remaining clothing down to my legs.

"Darling, please don't tear it," I told him with my sweetest bedroom-like voice, "we might need to use it again."

He need not be told because in a few minutes, I was in my birthday suit. The thought of my nakedness made me feel uncomfortable that I placed my right hand on top of between my legs.

"Acting like shy virgin bride, eh?" Gerry smiled wickedly.

"What are you going to do about it, sir?" I teased him.

He didn't answer. He began to take me again by the mouth and it seemed that his passionate kiss gets better everytime. I felt his right hand remove my hand and parted my legs. I tried to break apart from his kiss to show my anxiety on what is to come but, he whispered in an assuring manner:

"Don't worry love, it's just going to be a bit painful at first. You'll feel the pleasure afterwards."

I felt him move on top of me and managed to nest himself between my legs. But his blue green eyes remained fixated on me.

"Hold on to me, my lady," he said, "here I come."

A sharp pang slowly ripped into me. I cried out loud as tears came out of my eyes while I clutched Gerry tightly on his sinewy arms. I opened my eyes and saw him slowly coming down on me. Gerry is a six foot man: largely built on all proportions while I'm a foot smaller with a small built. I thought that I will be torn apart from the inside as the pain become almost unbearable. I was on the verge of passing out when I felt him kiss me again gently and whispered soothing words into my ear:

"Wake up now my love, the pain is gone now."

I opened my eyes and saw his blue green eyes meet mine. His left hand is caressing my face while he rests most of his weight on his right so as not to crush me.

He began to kiss me again when I felt him withdraw himself from in me. I gasped but, before I could do anything, I felt him thrust himself again.

"Gerry..." I called him faintly. My arms slipped under his armpits and began to caress his back.

He repeated what he did again and the more he did it, the more pleasurable it becomes.

"Gerry.." I called on him again but in a sweeter manner.

"I told you it's just the first," he smiled and he went on thrusting himself inside of me.

I began to moan again and started to dig my heels on the soft bed.

"Oh, you're driving me mad, you wicked man," I groaned.

"The same with me, my lady," he answered as he heaved for another assault.

He started to thrust in a quicker motion and everytime he does, the more I feel wet inside.

"Oh, you're so wet," he gasped as he thrusted himself in, "and yet so tight!" 

My cries for his name started to get louder. But, I got confused when I felt him stop. I looked at him to ask what is wrong.

"It's not yet over, my lady," he said, "you're just starting to feel the pleasure."

He held me by my shoulders and hoisted me up. Before I knew it, he was the one lying in bed while I sit on top of him.

"Gerry!" I cried out, nearly digging my hands on his shoulders, as I felt him dig deeper in me.

But he was right. It was more pleasurable than the first. His heavy weight is no longer on me and he had no difficulty carrying my full weight by the hips. And the full control is on me now.

I used to dream of this several months ago but now, I found out that it's much better in reality.

I began to take charge of the situation and it's a great find to see a huge man surrender himself helplessly to me. 

Then Gerry soon participated with me. Everytime my hips fall down, he would thrust himself up to meet me as if to dig deeper. I felt something bump within me and I moaned.

"Do it again please," I would beg which he granted eagerly.

Then I felt the pressure started to increased. Gerry must have felt the same way too for he started to move at a quicker pace. We shifted position and once again, he was on top of me. But he pulled me a little to the edge of the bed that our feet reached the floor and he squatted instead of putting his weight on me. To my surprise, he lifted both of my legs by the calves and started to make sharper thrusts. I was completely thrown off my equilibrium with so much pleasure that I clawed on the sides of my bed and cried out his name much louder than before. He lifted me again on the center of my bed and laid himself on top of me again. Somehow we both know that the pressure is getting too much that he began to thrust faster as I swing both my legs on top of his behind as if to make him dig deeper. Our breaths started to race as we started to kiss passionately. But we broke up the kiss as Gerry began concentrated in thrusting himself in me. I could no longer contain myself that I screamed out his name. The moment Gerry clutched me tightly and cried out, I lost some consciousness as a I felt a warm gush between us. When I felt that it was over, I opened my eyes and saw him with sweat beading on his forehead while the rest of his body glistened with sweat. Panting, he laid himself beside my pillow and looked at me wearily.

"Did this bad boy made you feel good, my lady?" running his fingers along the outline of my face.

I just nodded slightly as I tried to catch my own breath.

"Somehow," he whispered, " I always knew that the good girls are much better when they get bad sometimes."

I laughed heartily. For the first time, I find it fun to have a man able to make me laugh after making love.

"Is that why you seduced me?" I asked.

"Me?" he chuckled, " I remember it was you who did."

Then we laughed again.

I took the watch at the bedside and looked at it. 2 am.

"It's still early," I yawned a bit as I moved to turn to the other side, "we can still catch some sleep."

"Sleep?"

"Yes." I replied.

" I know that it's too early," he said as he slipped his hand on my waist and started kissing me on the nape, "but I was thinking of something else."

"You wicked man," I smiled because I knew what he meant.

Oh well, I found out that it was worth the risk, because that was the start for both of Gerry and I. A bit peculiar and unconventional but that was how we started. By the way, we have just celebrated our third year together and we're planning to leave our twin babies to his folks while we take our hmm...226th honeymoon.



Obsession



On one warm August night the thing that I feared most happened. Kate, the woman I loved, my dream girl, left me for a younger man. Kate was half my age at 26 and we had been together for more than a year. 

The first moment I saw Kate I knew that I had to have her. I was jogging in the park that day and she was running the opposite way down the path. When she passed me my heart almost stopped, she was the most beautiful girl I ever saw. Her face was that of an angel, big blue eyes, small dainty nose, and wide lush lips. Her apricot hued skin was so flawless that she seemed to glow. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail and was a shiny black. She was about 5'8", three inches shorter than I was, and had a trim but shapely figure. Her large breasts seemed almost too big for her body if not balanced by her equally wide hips. 

I ran everyday that week hoping to bump into her. I saw her again two days later and I eventually figured out she ran every Monday and Wednesday morning. It took me about 2 weeks to gather up the courage to say hi to her. She responded back when she recognized me. A week later I came early and saw her warming up at a bench. I approached her and introduced myself. She was a warm and friendly person and not a cold bitch as I had feared. In my observations of the opposite sex women who looked like her were ever rarely very nice. 

I found out her name was Kate and she worked as a waitress at a diner on Laurel Avenue. It should come as no surprise that I found myself going to eat over there practically every day. Kate was flattered by the attention I paid her. She told me that she just got out of an abusive relationship and wasn't looking to date anyone, but I was determined to have her. I romanced her with everything I had and by the end of the month she agreed to a date. She said I wasn't like any of the men she dated before. Because I was old, I said jokingly. No, she quickly replied, because you aren't a jerk. After our date was over she told me she had a good time and she even let me kiss her goodnight. Over the next few weeks we dated regularly and there wasn't a day that I wouldn't call her on the phone or come over to see her at the diner.

I wasn't young, rich, or very handsome I had to admit, but for some reason this beautiful young woman wanted to be with me. The first time we had sex was incredible, I felt like I was a horny 18 year old kid all over again. Afterwards lying in my arms she told me I made her feel safe. Two months later Kate agreed to move into my house. We fell into a nice routine, every morning we jogged together, when we arrived home in the evenings we had a nice meal, and then almost every night we made love. Kate seemed content with our arrangement and I was the happiest I had ever been. So it came as a surprise when almost year later she told me she fell in love with someone else.

I came home at my usual time of 5 o'clock and there she was sitting in our living room telling me we needed to talk. In a sorrowful voice she told me she had fallen in love with another man. She didn't mean for it to happen but it just did, she said. I was completely shocked. I must be sleeping and having a nightmare, I thought. I believed our relationship was solid and that she was happy with me. When I finally found my voice I asked her who was this other man and she told me it was our old next door neighbor Ethan Kelley.

Ethan was a 30 year old bachelor who had rented the house next door six months ago. He was new to the country having moved from Scotland to make a better life for himself. I had met him several times in passing and I admit I secretly envied him. He was everything I wished I was, young, successful, good-looking, and charming. I should have hated the man on sight but he was genuinely likeable and engaging. He fit that old cliché about the type of guy who all men wanted to be friends with and all women wanted to fuck. But then I thought even though he seemed to have everything, he didn't have Kate and therefore I was the luckier man. I guess I was wrong, he had Kate too now.

"So all these months you two were having an affair behind my back," I yelled at her.

"No Jim, it wasn't like that. We didn't realize how we felt until after he left," she told me.

How was this possible I asked her, he just moved away four weeks ago. Kate then told me the story of how all of it got began. She started with that she didn't expect to fall for him because she was in love with me crap. It started innocently enough, they greeted each other when she saw him get the mail or when he saw her jogging by. Then they began chatting, it was only for a few minutes when they saw each other in the yard she said. She told him she worked as a waitress at the diner and then one day he stopped by on a Sunday for breakfast. He then started coming to the diner for breakfast twice a week and that was how they became friends she said. Kate said he never tried anything with her because he knew she was involved with me. It was about 5 months since he first arrived when she realized her feelings for him ran deeper than friends. This realization came to her when she saw him bring a woman home. She was sick with jealousy. I didn't know why I felt like that, she told me. I loved you and Ethan was just my friend. She tried to ignore her feelings but when she found out that Ethan broke up with the woman she felt like a weight lifted off her heart. They continued as they had been, just friends. She didn't even know if Ethan felt anything more than that towards her. About a month later she saw him packing his stuff. He told her that he found a more permanent place closer to his work. Perhaps it was for the best that he left Kate determined. 

"Two weeks ago I ran into him on the street," she said. "I asked him how he was doing and he did the same. Then I asked him how come he didn't stop by the diner anymore and that's when he told me how he felt. I can't see you without wanting you he said, that's why I moved because it broke my heart to be near you. I told him I was with you and he nodded in understanding, but when he started to walk away from me I knew I couldn't let him go."

"So you slept with him?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

She nodded her head. "Yes."

"I can forgive you Kate because I love you, but you can't see him anymore."

"You don't understand. We love each other Jim and he's asked me to marry him," she told me.

I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe it was that serious.

"You can't!" I yelled.

I went to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "You're mine! You love me!"

"I'm so sorry," she told me and pulled my hands away. She started to stand, but I pulled her back down and kissed her. She didn't fight, but she didn't respond either.

"Kiss me back damn you!"

Tears were streaming down her face. "Please Jim let me go."

"You're mine Kate," I told her and then tore her blouse. 

Her large beautiful tits lay out before me. I reached out to cup them in my hands but she slapped my face before I could.

"No Jim! Don't touch me again," she said angrily. She got up and pulled the torn pieces of her blouse together.

I never treated her so badly before but she pushed me beyond my limit. "Kate I'm sorry."

"I'm going now. I really didn't mean for things to end this way," she said and then ran out of the house.

I ran after her. She made it into her car before I had the chance to stop her.

"If you wanted to get married you should have told me. I would marry you gladly," I told her.

"I already said yes to Ethan," she said and drove the last nail in my coffin.

That was three days ago. Since then I haven't eaten, slept, or done anything at all except be miserable. I thought she had been happy with me, nothing indicated otherwise. I needed her and I was determined to win her back.

******

This was probably the worst sort of torture anyone could go through, I thought as I sat crouched under a window. I watched the woman I loved fuck another man and she clearly enjoyed it. I hadn't intended to watch them. I only wanted to find out what made their relationship so special. What made her be in love with me one minute and then dump me like yesterday's garbage the next?

Two weeks had passed and I tried my hardest to win Kate back. I called her phone constantly, I sent her flowers and gifts, and I waited for her at her work. I promised her I would change if I needed to and that I would try my hardest to make her happy. Nothing worked, she repeatedly told me she was sorry but she loved Ethan.

Then I realized that I was going about this the wrong way. If there wasn't anything that I could personally do to get her back then I needed her to want to come back to me. I needed to know what was it about their relationship that made her leave me, and then destroy it. Then she would come running back to me.

One day after Kate got out from work I followed her home. I saw her stop her car in front a newer looking town house all the way across the city. I waited about ten minutes then got out of my car and made my to the back yard. I peeked through one of the living room windows and saw Kate come down the stairs. She changed into a white halter top that exposed half her breasts and a short denim skirt. She obviously wanted to look sexy when that bastard Ethan came home. She went into the kitchen and it looked like she was starting dinner. Fifteen minutes later I heard a car drive up, Ethan had just come home. 

On a physical level I could understand why Kate was attracted to him. He was tall at about 6'2" and had a muscular but lean body. He possessed the striking black hair and green eyes combination quite common among the Scottish. When he entered the house Kate jumped on him and kissed him passionately. Now that's what I call a welcome, he said in his Scottish brogue. I missed you, she said. I missed you too, he replied. He set her down back on the ground and patted her firm ass fondly. God I wanted to strangle him. This man had everything in the world and yet he had to take what was mine.

He went upstairs and Kate went back into the kitchen. A few minutes later Ethan came back down and had changed into a t-shirt and basketball shorts. He went into the kitchen to help her out and asked her how her day was. Kate told him all about her day and at the end she said she was really getting worried about me. My ears perked up. 

"How so?" he asked. 

"They way he talks, I'm worried that he might do something drastic," Kate said. "I don't want anything bad to happen to him."

"I'm sure he won't do anything. He doesn't seem the type," he told her.

"I just wish that that I didn't have to break his heart to be with you." 

"I know sweetheart," Ethan replied. "Jim is a good man and he treated you well, but if you stayed with him then both of us would have been miserable." 

The fucking bastard, I thought, Kate was happy with me until you came along.

"I know," she sighed.

"Come with me," he told her.

Ethan took her hand and then they moved to the sofa. Kate sat on his lap and then he kissed her tenderly. She responded to him with a passion I never seen her show to me. She pulled off his shirt and ran her hands across his chest. In response Ethan undid her halter top causing her large breasts to spill free. He cupped her breasts and began fondling the generous mounds. 

The last time I did that to her she slapped me, I thought angrily. It was obvious that they were going to have sex. I should have left or turned away from the scene but I couldn't help myself. Was he better in bed? Was that why she left me? More clothes started to come off and soon they were both completely naked. 

"I love your beautiful body," she said and began licking his well defined chest and abs. She then wrapped her hand around his penis. "I love your beautiful large cock."

Kate went down on her knees in front him. She licked at its base and worked her way up the sides. She then lowered on the head his cock and she began to suck on it. My heart was breaking again as I watched my Kate pleasure him with her mouth.

"Sweetheart you're killing me," he groaned and buried his hands into her long dark hair.

After the longest 8 minutes of my life she released his member and got onto his lap. She slid herself down onto his cock, moaning in pleasure as he filled her. He leaned his head forward and started sucking on her hard pink nipples.

"Yeah baby suck my tits," she groaned.

Kate then began bouncing on his cock. He took hold of her wide hips and guided her up and down him.

"I love you baby," he told her.

"I love you too Ethan," she said with complete adoration in her voice.

I saw enough. I sat on the ground and leaned against the side of the house. I heard a lot of moaning and groaning from both of them. Minutes passed but it seemed like hours. I then suddenly heard a sound I was very familiar with, the sound of Kate's cry of release. I raised myself up to look in at them again. They had changed positions. Kate leaned against the back of the sofa while the bastard was fucking her from behind. He pulled out of her and I saw his dick shiny with her juices, he obviously still hadn't come yet. Kate moved aside and he lay down sideways on the couch, she then laid herself out in front of him. It seemed that they weren't done yet. Kate raised her leg and he took hold of it. Kate took his cock and slid it back inside her again.

"Oh yes Ethan make me come again," she cried as he pounded into her once more.

He placed her leg on top of his and then with his free hand reached out to squeeze her big tit.

Was this why Kate left me? I thought. Because this bastard could keep his cock up as long as a porn star. He turned her head towards him and then stuck his tongue down her throat. It was like a train wreck and I couldn't stop watching.

"Oh god baby, you're like a fucking machine," she moaned. "You're fucking my pussy so good."

"I'm coming sweetheart," he told her.

"Yes! Fill me with your hot cum!" she yelled.

I never knew Kate to like to talk dirty during sex, but here she was doing it. I saw his hand slip down to her pussy and rub her swollen clit. This instantly caused Kate to climax.

"Oh god! Oh yes!" she cried.

"Yes baby, cum for me," he grunted. 

His body stiffened indicating to me that he found his release.

"Yes pump me full of your cum Ethan," my Kate cried.

And then they were done. Kate turned around and kissed him and they lay in each other's arms.

I felt suicidal after seeing them fuck. Even though Kate and I had what I thought to be incredible sex, it was never as wild or intense like that. But that wasn't the worst part, I knew the feverish type of sex they had would eventually fade, the worst part was when Kate spoke to him. Beyond the dirty talk there was love, desire, and adoration in her voice. She really did love him or thought she did. I had no other choice, there was only one thing I could do now if I wanted her back. I had to destroy Ethan.

******

I wasn't going to kill Ethan, even though I wanted to. I wasn't a murderer. Even if I did kill him I knew that Kate would never go back to me after that. I had to destroy him in Kate's eyes. I needed to mar his perfect image. The easiest and most effective way I figured was to have her believe that Ethan was cheating on her or that he only wanted her for sex and got it by tricking her with a marriage proposal.

I started planting in Kate the seeds of doubt of Ethan's faithfulness by a few simple phone calls. I hired a girl to call their house and ask for Ethan. When Kate picked up the phone the girl would ask in a giggling voice for Ethan and then hang up when Kate told her he wasn't there. I had her even call and just hang up sometimes. After a week of doing this I snuck back into their backyard to see if my plan worked. At 5:30 just before Ethan was due home I had the girl call again and hang up. From my vantage point from the window, I saw Kate pick up the phone and then I few seconds later slam it back down. I smiled in delight. It was working. I waited patiently for Ethan to get home. 

When he came through the front door, the welcome he got was different from the first one I saw. Kate ignored him.

"How was your day beautiful?" he asked her. He leaned down to kiss her but she ducked away.

"Kate what's wrong?"

"You got another phone call that's what!" she said, poking at his chest.

"I'm not cheating on you! I don't know who this girl is," he said exasperatedly.

"Then why would a random girl be calling you?" she demanded.

"Maybe she got the wrong number and the wrong Ethan," he said.

"Yeah right!"

"Kate I love you. After waiting to be with you for so long, why would I jeopardize that?" he reasoned.

"I don't know," she said.

He put his arms around her and she let him.

"You are the only woman in my heart and in my bed. How can I prove that to you?"

"I'm sorry Ethan," she said leaning her against his chest. "I just get so jealous sometimes. I see how women look at you. I know in my head you won't cheat on me, but my heart is not so certain."

"Let me show you how much I love you," he told her. 

He swept her off her feet with one effortless move and then climbed up the stairs.

My plan didn't go as well as I had hoped but it did plant the doubt in Kate's mind and that was a start.

The next step of my plan was to put hidden cameras inside their house. The cameras would allow me to observe them closer and use the information I learned against them. An added bonus was that I wouldn't have to sneak behind bushes or peep through windows anymore. I next day I hired a guy to pose as the cable repair man and had him install cameras in their living room, office, bathroom, and bedroom. Within hours I had four televisions set up in my home office receiving the direct feeds from the cameras. 

I turned the TVs on and in one of them I could clearly see and hear Kate taking a shower. I watched as she lathered her gorgeous body up with soap. I could imagine myself in there with her, my hands gliding over her soft breasts and my tongue brushing across her wet nipples. My hands would then go lower and I would slip my fingers between her pussy lips and find her wet with her own juices. I would then push her against the shower wall and then slide my cock deep into her. The sound of the water turning off woke my from my day dream. Kate stepped out of them tub and began to dry her body with a towel. She left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom naked. I looked at TV that was hooked up to the bedroom camera in order to follow her. She went through some drawers and produced some underwear.

I was paying so close attention to her that I didn't notice that Ethan was back in the house until I saw him enter the bedroom.

"I should have come home earlier and we could have taken a shower together," he said, stripping off his shirt.

Even from the TV I could see the lust in both their eyes.

"I take it you had a good game since you look so deliciously sweaty," Kate told him.

He came towards her, his intent clear.

"Ethan I just took a shower," she squealed. 

"You can take another one with me," he said.

He lifted her by the waist and threw her onto the bed. He then went on top of Kate and began kissing her.

"You're such a big sweaty fucking animal," she moaned.

"And you are a goddess," he replied and began kissing her breasts. "With big tits."

Kate whimpered as he took her nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it.

I needed to stop this. I picked up my cell phone and dialed their number. Instantly I heard the phone ring on the TV.

"Ethan the phone," she said.

"Let the machine get it," he told her.

Soon enough I heard the machine pick up.

"Kate I need to talk to you, it's important please pick up the phone," I said in a desperate tone.




Obsession



Her head immediately shot up. 

"It sounds like it's urgent," Kate told him.

"Kate he always says it's important and then you call and its not. Please sweetheart, don't answer it now."

She looked at the phone and back at him. "Okay."

"Thank you," he said and kissed her lips.

I wasn't going to give up that easy. I called again and they ignored it again.

"Please Kate I need to talk to you. I don't know who else I can call," I said to the answering machine.

Ethan got up and pulled the plug to the answering machine and the phone from the wall. Damn it!

Kate looked at him, her eyes wide with worry.

"Sweetheart he is just toying with us. I am sorry that we hurt him, but he needs to move on," Ethan told her.

"I know," she whispered.

"Forget about him. For now let me worship my goddess," he said seductively.

"Worship?"

"Uh huh," he nodded.

Ethan brought his mouth down to her breasts again and sucked hard on her nipples. His tongue trailed down her stomach and dipped in her belly button. Kate lifted her legs and spread them wide for him. He kissed the trimmed hair above her pussy and then moved his down to his ultimate goal. From the height of the camera I couldn't see what he was doing, but it didn't take a brain surgeon to guess what his dark head was doing between her thighs.

"Oh yes! Eat my pussy baby," Kate cried. "Fuck it with your tongue!"

He was down there for fifteen minutes and already made Kate cum twice.

"How do you want it sweetheart?" he asked her when he finally got up.

"You know I love it from behind," she purred.

That piece of information was new to me. I knew that was her least favorite sexual position. Most of the time we did it missionary or she would ride me. She rolled onto her stomach and then Ethan lifted her hips so that her fabulous ass was raised in the air. He fondled her ass first and then parted the heart shaped cheeks. He buried his cock inside her with one hard thrust.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Give me all of it."

He began giving her slow smooth thrusts.

"I never liked it this way until you," she told him.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Only your big cock can satisfy me this way," she purred.

I suddenly hated her at that moment. I thought our sex life had been great, but I was learning that she had been holding back from me. I've seen her do things and say things with him during sex that I could have never imagine her doing with me.

"Harder baby fuck me harder," she yelled to him.

No this wasn't my Kate. He changed her. My Kate was a sweet young woman and would never dream of hurting me. She liked soft tender love making and cuddling afterwards. I didn't recognize this person on the screen. The change wasn't her fault I reasoned, it was his. He drugged her with so much sex that she couldn't see beyond the gratification of her cunt. That was why she ignored me. That was why she left me.

I watched him slam his cock repeatedly into her pussy. In turn Kate was moaning and crying like a bitch in heat. A few minutes later they were done and he collapsed on top of her. It wasn't about destroying Ethan anymore. I now knew that had to save my Kate.

To be continued...



Obsession



I think I know where it started. I was at a ball game, barely 18 and fresh out of high school so still a big supporter of the home team.

Besides, I had played on the home team.

There was this little snow cone hut off to the side, it was hot so I went over there. They had a banana flavored type I liked, so I ordered one.

I knew the young woman serving them, just in passing. An upper classman, one year ahead of me, she was always a little aloof. I liked her looks, though, slender and cute in a funny sort of way.

My attempts to chat with her were always met with her turning away, uninterested.

When she leaned over the counter to reach down and get a scoop of the ice, her blouse fell forward so far I was treated to a clear shot of two perfect button tip nipples.

She held the pose for longer than she needed to, too, looking up at me to see if I was looking.

I was.

That surprised me, excited me, I must have bought a half dozen of those things.

I had always had a roving eye but that peek was the best of anything I had ever seen at the time, I got so excited I all but creamed my pants.

The next incident that stuck in my mind was at my job at the gas station. There was no end to women coming in for fuel, I got to see lots of bits and pieces of bras, even the tops of breasts of all sizes and shapes.

Then one day an older couple came in. At first everything was normal, I was going around doing my duties when I noticed a younger woman in the back seat. She looked to be around 20 or so, my age at the time.

As soon as she caught my eye she leaned back, then I realized I was suddenly looking at a thin pair of white panties, pubic hairs sticking out both sides.

I almost dropped my squeegee, then as I was staring in the side window at her she reached down and tugged the crotch of her panties aside a little, giving me a peek at some pink flesh.

I got Jerry, the other attendant to watch the islands as I went into the john and whacked off, damn that was hot!

By the time I was 24, I had a dab of cash from an Uncle I had met maybe 3 times in my life. Why he left me a few thousand I don't know but he did.

I used it to buy out a service station down the street that had been poorly run. I figured I could turn it around and I did. It actually didn't take long and I was making some money.

I still worked those islands myself, though. Always looking for the special customer. I even spotted a few, too. One young woman came in wearing a bikini top too loose, I got to see her titties. Once she knew I had noticed, she moved her shoulders forward, letting me look. 

I watched for her car for weeks after that but never saw her again.

There was a woman that drove a funny looking van with huge windows, they came way down low over the front. I must have seen her panties so many times I was starting to recognize which ones by the day of the week!

Then there was the gal that always got out and came into the office to pay. Without fail it was late afternoon, the sun shining in the window behind her made her dress seem to vanish.

She knew it, too.

I would see her coming and take my place in the chair as my attendant collected, enjoying the view. She would smile, then turn to face me to chat for a moment. I could see no sign of any underwear, I could almost count her pubic hairs.

But that wasn't enough. I cut a hole in the women's bathroom wall, up high under the tissue holder. To see it, anyone would have to almost get down on the floor. I worried that one of them might do just that, since I scrubbed the women's room every day until it gleamed. I even put fresh flowers in there every other day, and those tiny little soap and shampoo bottles. I bought cases of that stuff, pennies per bottle.

I got lots of compliments on that, women liked it all squeaky clean and feminine.

Nice bright lights, too....:).

Heck, I wanted women to use my restroom. Yea, I know.

Pervert.

{Hell, you are reading this!}

I put a little swinging cover over the little hole, from inside the bathroom it was all but invisible when closed. From my poorly lit stockroom it actually was invisible. I went in there and checked, to discover it someone would need to lean way over. All I could see from the stockroom was from the waist down.

That was the part I liked, anyway.

But I would go back there, shut the door and turn off the light and then move the cover and see right in as women did their thing.

Most of the time they would stand up to pee, I would watch as they reached for some tissue, their fingers inches from my eyes. Then they would dab away with some tissue and tug up their undies.

That was my signal to beat them back out there to my fuel islands, I would be finishing up the tank when they came out.

Innocent. Professional.

They had no idea that I just saw their naked pussy!

I became a master at timing that.

What with dealing with the 16 hour days running my business, I had no real time for a girl friend of my own, so I got my jollies this way.

Then SHE came in. A slender red haired beauty, she asked for a fill and then asked if the restrooms were open. I mentioned the key was in the office, started the tank on slow. By the time she had the door shut I was in the stockroom.

She came in and fiddled around in front of the mirror for a bit, then hiked up her skirt and sat right down. There were no panties. Next she stood up, held the skirt up with one hand and turned to face the hole I was looking through.

Her pussy was inches from my face, she stood there for a moment. Way longer than normal. Then she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the toilet, reached out for some tissue. She carefully dabbed at the droplet of moisture, then still standing there like that she reached down and slid her fingers up her slit, spreading it open.

I heard the pumps stop, headed back out as fast as I could go, forgetting to time it, forgetting the sliding flap. The light from the bays flooded the stockroom for a second.

OOPS!

I knew from experience that the lights would shine right through the hole.

I was finishing up as she walked out, hung up the key and climbed into her car. I handed her the receipt, she looked right at me and grinned.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked me.

Flustered, I mumbled something in reply as she started the car and left. She actually waved.

It hit me that I was pretty much busted, I expected a cop to show up any minute.

I went back and drilled some holes and mounted some screws to seal the hole, figuring I had better cover my tracks.

It was about a week later the same pretty woman came in. It was the same ritual, she asked for the key as I filled the tank. I didn't go back there, afraid to. Besides, it would take too long and make too much noise to pull the screws out now. She came out in just a few minutes, signed the receipt. Then she smiled at me.

"I won't tell anyone, have your fun!" Then laughing, she drove off.

Now I was curious. It was obvious to me that I was busted, and it was also obvious she didn't seem to mind.

I grabbed my electric screwdriver, pulled the screws and reset the little flap.

Back to normal, one after another. I saw an average of a dozen hairy beavers every day, mostly just shots of pubic hairs but every once in awhile I got a nice peek at protruding flesh. Very rarely the thing was bare, I liked those.

Then the woman showed up again.

"Just fuel today." She smiled, getting out. I saw a flash of bare legs almost all the way up, no sign of panties again.

"Did you get the bathroom fixed?" She asked.

"Uhh...yes." I told her, blushing furiously.

"Good. Take your time, I will be...quite awhile." Then she giggled and headed for my office to get the key.

I thought about staying out of there, I knew that she knew, but that sounded like...an invitation?

I set the hose in the tank but didn't start it, went back to the stockroom. I shut the door and flipped the little cover over, she was standing there facing me already. She had the top of her skirt pulled up and tucked into her waistband.

Then she reached down with both hands and spread herself, letting her fingers slide up over her slit. It was peeking out from the sparse reddish pubic hair, looking shiny and wet. Her fingertips circled her tiny little button, it was pink and damp looking.

Then her fingers began to work, pressing deep inside and drawing out. I watched as she built to an orgasm, I could even hear her moans.

I couldn't help myself, I reached down and opened my zipper, pulled out my erection and began to stroke it furiously. It was only seconds, I blasted off all over the wall and floor with a groan.

Then she was done, she wiped herself with a tissue, I beat feet back to the islands, thinking I needed to remember to clean up the mess in the stockroom before my night attendant came on.

I started the pump, set it on high. She came out and went into the office, hung up the key. Then she climbed into the car, being careless enough to give me a flash of her red haired pubes.

"How was that?" she smiled, as she signed the ticket.

"Spectacular!" I answered, emboldened now.

All she did was grin, then start the car and leave.

This went on for weeks, every time she came in she would go back and put on a show, but then come back out looking like a pretty but prim and proper lady.

I was getting more and more curious now. It was exciting as it is possible to be, but she had made no real move for more and I didn't have nerve enough to press the issue.

I even got so I ignored some of the others that came in, I was waiting for...her?

Then one day she came in, there was a guy sitting in the passenger seat.

I greeted her, feeling disappointed.

"This is my husband, Jim." She smiled.

"I told him what nice service you have here."

I nodded at the guy, noticing the screwy look he had on his face. I was thinking maybe he would get out and remove some of my teeth, the guy did look a little physical.

I started the pump, reached for my squeegee, expecting her to get out like always.

She just sat there with that silly smile, her lips slightly pursed.

I reached across the window, glancing down I realized her dress was tucked up pretty high. Bare legs all the way up to a tuft of familiar red hair.

She reached down and undid her seat harness, managing to tug her hemline even higher. I was taking my sweet time with the window. Then she let her knee fall over to the right, it seemed almost careless.

She was naked under the dress, her lips gapped open slightly as she simply sat there, holding the pose.

Letting me look!

I glanced at the guy, he was alternating between looking down at her crotch and back up at me, his face red.

I understood now, he liked it when she did that, she seemed to like it too.

I sure as hell didn't mind.

Then he leaned over and said something to her, she smiled and reached up towards her blouse. I watched as she undid first one button, then another. I realized he wanted her to show off her titties, too.

I walked around and washed the rear window, giving her time. Just then the pump clicked off. I pulled the hose and waited as the receipt printed, then walked up to her window.

Sure enough, she sat there with her blouse gapped open, her right breast fully visible. Her nipple was snugged up tight, the dark circle had tiny bumps on it. I handed her the receipt.

Her legs were still open, too.

"Thanks and come again." I gave my automatic line.

"Probably when I get home." She said with a giggle. Then they drove off. 

I managed to wait on the heavy set lady that was next in line, she seemed impatient. Then for the rest of the day I worked in a daze, all I could think about was the red haired woman.

In fact, all I had to do was think about her and I would get a monstrous erection. I wanted her, I wanted to bury my face in that pretty red haired covered pussy so much that in my fantasy world I would think of doing that every time I relieved myself.

I even quit using the peekhole in the stockroom, interested only in her. But two weeks went by, no sign of her.

Then one evening I was sitting doing my books, Mario, my night attendant came into my office.

"Hey, boss. Someone cut a hole in the wall into the women's room. Anybody can see right in there."

"What?" I managed to sound indignant. I got up to go pretend to check. Then I told Mario to go get some screws and fasten the plate down.

That was the end of that, I knew. The fact is, I didn't care.

Then the next morning, I looked up to see the familiar Camry pulling on the lot. I hurried out to greet her. She was wearing a white blouse and slacks, the top was buttoned loosely but there would be no pussy show today, I thought.

She went and got the key, that same silly smile on her face. It was just a few minutes before she came back out.

"No more fun?" She looked me right in the eyes.

What the hell, I knew she knew.

"My night man found out, I had him fix that."

"Too bad. I really liked doing that for you."

I mustered up my courage.

"I liked it too. You are so beautiful." I told her.

I handed her the receipt, she got into her car, hooked up her seat belt. Then she seemed to hesitate. She reached into her purse, pulled out a scrap of paper, scribbled something.

"Come on by if you like tonight." She smiled, handing me the scrap of paper. 

"I will fix a nice dinner."

"Thanks, I would like that."

"Jim will be there." She said.

"Jim?"

"Yes. My husband. No problem, he likes to....watch." She let her fingers trace down the bare skin at the gap in her blouse.

I think I understood, as I watched her drive off. I guessed her hubby Jim was a pervert.

Oh well.

Just like me. I looked down at the address on the scrap of paper, the time with a little circle around it, signed with a happy face.

I was thinking dinner was going to be fun. 



Obsession



He was obsessed. Ever since the breakup thoughts of her consumed his mind. The colour of her skin, the roundness of her breasts, the way her ass looked when his cock was slamming into her and she was screaming for more just made his mind reel with thoughts of taking her again. And again. 

It had started out innocently enough at the party they met at. After a long flirtatious look across the room he approached this woman in the tight black dress, which was out of place at a casual affair. She quickly lost interest in the other guy trying to flirt with her and gave him her undivided attention. Her eyes were deep and dark and totally captivating with olive skin. Her body was dressed to full attention with her black dress hugging her large breasts and plump ass. She was the kind of woman that was just overweight enough to look well proportioned, but you knew that she thought she was the hottest woman in the building. After a good conversation it was fairly easy to suggest a drink afterwards at a place where nobody else would be. The touching started there and quickly progressed to deep kissing with tongues thrashing in each others' mouths. Even the few others at the bar made enough comments and soon his hand was up her short dress feeling how damp her pussy was right in front of the bartender. 

Her attitude was what turned him on the most. When they got back to his place the words flowed out of her mouth easily:

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and long. I want your cock inside me right now and I want you to fuck me all night." They made his cock harder than ever, and seeing her slowly strip off her black dress so she was dressed only in her silver panties and stockings made him crazy. The sex that followed was just that: fucking. He wasted no time getting her on all fours, and seeing that beautiful olive skinned ass pointing at him while she looked back into his eyes made his cock like steel. He wasted no time sliding his cock into her pussy, and like she asked him to he pounded it into her again and again. Her cries of pleasure only got louder when he grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled on it, jerking her head back to slide his tongue into her mouth while he fucked her hard from behind. She moaned into his mouth while he grabbed her breast with one hand and put the other on her hip so he could pull her body into his cock. Flipping her over, he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and dove into her even deeper than from behind, using his hips to piston into her hard and fast while she begged for more. Soon his cock was ready and he pulled out to cover her breasts and face with his essence. That was only the first of a marathon fuck session that night, and she loved every second of it. No position or place went untouched between them. 

The only problem was dating. After a few dates he found that the only reason they were together was the sex. She was immature, unpredictable and annoying. When she sent him the text message telling him they needed to break up he was upset, but mostly pissed off. That was what planted the seeds for tonight.

It had taken a month to get to this point. He had to hack into her computer accounts to find out exactly where she was going to be that night, and he knew that she was ready for a big night out after finishing a set of exams. Since he had never met any of her friends during their brief time together he didn't have to worry about being spotted at the club, just about being spotted by her, but it was easy enough to avoid her eyes. As the night went on, his resolve only grew and grew watching her dance and flirt with all of the guys surrounding her just like she had done to him. But she wasn't there to pick someone up like the night they had met, she was on a girls' night so he felt secure she would return home by herself. He counted her drinks and by the end of the night knew that she was quite drunk without even trying. He laughed inwardly at all of the guys buying her drinks knowing that only he was going to be taking her pussy that night. 

The plan went just as he thought. He followed her cab home in his car and waited until she was on her porch fumbling for her keys in her purse. Quietly moving up behind her he caught a faint scent of her perfume. Whatever apprehension he had about what he was about to do disappeared as soon as he smelled her. His hand quickly closed around her nose and mouth holding the rag and his other arm went around her throat to quiet any chance that anyone could hear her cry out. Her front porch was secluded and it was late enough that there was little chance he would be seen but he knew he had to work fast to get her into the car once she went limp. Pulling her out of the car and getting her into his house was a different story. It was easy enough if his neighbours saw them to say that she was just another drunk conquest. He almost thought about fucking her for the first time right there on the porch but wanted her to be awake for what she was about to receive. 

He had taken special care to change his bedroom so that she would not recognize it and had secure restraints on the bed for her. He knew that she would not be heard no matter how much she screamed. He slid her green dress off of her body and discovered her lingerie was gold coloured. He left it on so that he could look at her nearly naked body Sliding her hands and feet through the restraints and keeping them nice and tight, he spread her body onto the bed and gazed down at her. Even now he did not regret what he was about to do because her body was built for one thing and that was fucking. Her breasts jutted out from her chest and her small strip of hair was just visible underneath her gold see through panties. Her skin was tanned and even her mouth looked beautiful. He couldn't wait to use her and then throw her away like she had so easily done to him. 

The only question was how to start. He stripped down and stood beside her naked with his hard cock at attention, gently stroking it as she lightly stirred, the chemicals finally wearing off. Her eyes gently opened and he got even harder as he saw the fact that she was bound to a bed mostly naked register in her face as she turned to look at his mask covered face. She screamed and he quickly moved to the side of the bed and slapped her hard across the face twice. That first act of violence if anything served to make him even harder than before because he finally realized that she was all his. She lay there with fear in her eyes, her chest heaving. He decided that it was time to start, no words needed to be spoken. She started to beg him to let her go, to stop this but it was far too late for that. He did feel satisfied to hear her voice though, and his cock twitched with anticipation. 

Reaching around her back he unhooked her bra and let her breasts spring free. Leaning down he took a nipple into his mouth and started to suck lightly on it, feeling her nipple get hard in his mouth and licking all around her breast. She continued to gently cry while he moved from one breast to the other, but she couldn't help her body responding and both nipples stood at full attention. His tongue travelled slowly up her body to her neck and face, and he bathed her neck and ears and face with his tongue lightly, taking care to stay away from her mouth so she wouldn't even have the chance to bite him. She whipped her head from side to side so he grabbed it with both hands and reminded her about what would happen if she resisted with another slap, this time across her breasts. She cried out but he couldn't help but notice her hips twitching upwards. He grabbed both breasts and began caressing them, rolling the now hard nipples in his fingers and alternating sucking lightly on one and pinching the other. 

He kissed his way down her stomach, watching it contract as she began to cry again. He moved his mouth down to her hips and began to tease her sensitive areas with his tongue again. She tried to buck him off but her legs were spread and well tied down so that she could not move enough to do anything. His lips and tongue slid over the lines of her hips and down into the top of her pussy. He inhaled lightly to smell her. It was easy to slide his hand in between her legs to feel that her pussy was soaking wet. He pushed a finger inside her and gently probed her pussy, again moving his mouth to her breast to get her nipples hard again. After a few minutes of fucking her with his finger he inserted another. He looked up and saw that her eyes were now closed as he gently moved his fingers in and out. Her body could not help but respond to what he was doing. Even after a short time together he knew exactly what would make her scream with pleasure. 

But this night was not about her pleasure; it was about his and his only. After fucking her with his fingers to the point where he felt her pussy start to contract and her hips thrust up to take him deeper he stopped suddenly. Her eyes opened and she looked at him, pleading him to stop and untie her, that she could make sure nothing happened, that she was sorry about everything. The words fell on deaf ears. Hearing them made his cock even harder because he knew he was completely in control over her. It was finally time to take her, make her completely his and fuck her hard one last time. Carefully undoing one restraint at a time he repositioned her body until she was on her stomach, avoiding her attempts to lash out at him with her arms and legs. Knowing what was coming she started to first insult him, calling him names and then finally when she was on her stomach completely restrained she began to beg him to stop again. Her perfect round ass laid there in front of him and he slid a pillow underneath her hips to raise them up for the perfect position. He placed his hands on her ass and started to rub lightly up and down, feeling the muscles flex as she tried to move from side to side to escape the inevitable. His cock, still hard as a rock reached forward and he began to slide it up and down the cheeks of her ass crack, feeling the warm skin start to envelop him. Using his hands to spread her ass cheeks he took a finger to check how wet she was. She was well lubricated so he used his finger to spread her natural juices all over her pussy and asshole. When he started to gently probe her asshole she closed her eyes and started to gently moan. It was hard to tell if it was sadness or pleasure. 

It was time. Raising his hips up he grabbed his cock and added some lubrication. Pressing his hips against her ass cheeks he slid his cock slowly into her pussy. It was just as soft as he remembered. After he was in as deep as possible he laid down on top of her body and grabbed her wrists from behind. It was easy in that position to lie on top of her and whisper in her ear what he was going to do to her all night long. That he was going to take her in every hole until she was covered in his juices. That she was totally and completely his and if she ever told anyone he would make sure she regretted it. All the while his cock was slowly stroking in and out of her pussy, feeling her ass cheeks soft and warm against his hips. She started to struggle against his hands on her wrists and then he felt her body relax. He slid his cock into her completely and stopped moving, feeling the warmth of her pussy surround him. Gently he started to flex his cock inside her, enjoying the feeling of total submission and her warm body stretched out against his. Slowly he pulled his cock out until just the tip was inside her and then quickly slammed it back inside of her. She cried out after the first few strokes and he felt her hands start to clench the sheets below her. Their bodies were soaked with sweat from being close together and every time he slammed back into her they slid together. He licked the back of her neck to taste the salty product of their fucking. 

He wanted to humiliate her even more. Grabbing her hips while his cock was still inside her he yanked her back onto her knees. Then he spanked her ass hard enough to leave an angry red mark. She looked back over her shoulder with a dirty look in her eyes. He locked his eyes with her and slapped her again. And again. He saw a lone tear escape her eye and roll down the side of her face. As he spanked her he kept sliding his cock back and forth, just waiting for the right moment. When she put her head down and relaxed again he knew that it was time. She was submissive. 

One thing she never let him do was fuck her in the ass, and now it was the perfect time not only to humiliate her but take her virgin ass and make it his forever. Pulling out his cock from her pussy he grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the side of the bed he had waiting just for this moment. She was still lying on her stomach breathing hard into the sheets when she felt the lube start to drip onto her ass. Her head whipped around and she started to beg him to stop. He dipped his fingers into the lube and spread it all over her ass cheeks and slid one finger into her tight hole, relishing the thought of being the first one to enter this hole with a hard cock. She started to cry out and try to struggle against the restraints holding her but it was no use. Slowly he used his finger to enter her ass and move it around, also taking his other fingers and sliding them into her pussy. His cock had never been harder. 

Getting into a crouching position he moved his cock into position over her asshole. As soon as she felt his cock against her backside she begged for him to stop. She tried to move around to get away but it was no use. He pushed his cock forward and let the head penetrate her ass. She screamed loudly and pounded her fists against the mattress. Letting her ass expand around his cock he pushed in one inch at a time until he could go no further. It was so tight it felt like a vise was gripping his cock. With the lube he was able to begin to slowly fuck her tight asshole. By now she was sobbing into she sheets and had given up fighting against him. As he moved slowly in and out he reached underneath her and started to play with her pussy at the same time. Quickly her movement started to betray her as he felt her body begin to respond to his hand on her pussy and his cock in her ass by starting to flex and move against him. Soon as he increased his pace her sobs turned into moans, and then she started to cry out. He continued to move his hand against her clit and stroke in and out of her tight asshole slowly and carefully. 

All of a sudden she screamed and he felt an orgasm rip through her body, drenching the hand on her pussy with her juices. Her ass tightened so hard around his cock that he almost felt pain, and it continued to pulse around him after he removed his hand from her pussy and stopped his movement. He knew exactly what she deserved as a final humiliation and wanted to make sure she knew that she was totally his. 

He started to fuck her ass harder and faster, knowing that she was enjoying it now, feeling every nerve in her body on edge while he penetrated her deeply. Once he knew he was at the point of no return he pulled his cock out of her with an audible pop and moved his body to the head of the bed where he grabbed her hair and pulled hard. Grabbing his cock he shoved his cock into her face to force her to lick her own ass juices off of his cock. She resisted at first and then opened her mouth to allow him to slide his cock into her mouth so he could fuck her face. Her face was glazed with sweat and her eyes were closed while he forced his cock in between her lips, taking him over the edge. When he was ready to finally finish his humiliation he pulled his cock out of her mouth, slapping her face hard. When she opened her eyes in shock he locked eyes with her and then let himself explode. His sperm shot out of him in stream after stream, hitting her straight in the face, covering her eyes and mouth with his hot seed. She tried to turn away but his hand gripping her hair forced her to take all of his hot come on her face. He drenched her completely; he had been saving it up for a week anticipating this finish to what he had planned for her. Once he was done he used a finger on her sperm covered face to push some of his come into her mouth. She surprised him by sucking it off of his finger. 

When they had both calmed down he moved to the edge of the bed and loosened her restraints. She quickly kicked them away, and then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. He could taste his salty come in her mouth. Locking eyes with her, he smiled. 

"I am so happy that you called me and suggested this." She said, still panting and covered in sweat and his seed. He knew that it was only to be the first of many times he could tie her up and make her his completely. 



Obsession



How I wish you had said yes M.

-Me 

************** 

Sir, 

I am obsessed with thoughts of your skin against mine. The heat radiating off your skin, your sweat mixed with my kisses, your taste in my mouth, your hair in my hands, your lips on my breasts, your fingers in me. 

My hands on your face, my legs around your waist and you in me. Such longing, such need. I need to feel you deep within me. I want it to hurt. I want it to tear. I want it to remind me of what I am. Of what I long to be. 

You take me into the bedroom by the hand, but this is not love. This is fucking. That is what I need, what I crave, what I want. You pull at me in urgency, faster, faster. Your breath quickens. I can hear that you need me. I can taste that you crave me. I can smell that you want me. 

You laugh at my pace, too slow for your needs. You want to fuck me. You pull at my clothes. I feel your breath in my ear. You whisper softly like a lover, "I fucking want you now. I need to feel my cock in your pussy...hurry my slut, hurry." 

You tear at my blouse, the buttons fall to the floor like hard diamonds. You kneel down to tear at my skirt. Your strong hands tear at my clothes. A final tug and I am left standing half naked. You look up at me. 

Your gaze lingers. It scans what is yours to command. Your gaze caresses my legs, but you waste no time on such nonsense. You stop and stare at my center, the silky soft triangle so dark and inviting. You groan when you fingers make contact and the dampness leaves its mark on your fingertips. Your fingers search urgently, lost deep within the folds. You thrust your fingers in and out, the dampness trailing down leaving its mark on your hand. My knees weaken. My head falls back, my hands clutch desperately at my breasts. "Oh Sir, I'm so wet....I am yours to have....."

Your gaze continues up, my breasts still covered by silk and ribbons, my blouse hanging at my shoulders. 

I look down and groan. My fingers reach out for your hair, so beautiful, so black and long, caressing your neck. Your hair so inviting, silk strands that I twirl with my fingertips. 

You stare up at me. Your fingers find their way to your mouth. My taste fills your mouth. You suck desperately and moan. You lean forward, desperate to taste me. You push me onto the bed and roughly spread my legs. 

One of my hands tangled up in your hair, guiding you closer to me. The other finds its way to my pussy, I open myself, I want you taste me. You kiss me, you lick me, you bite me. I groan and try to close myself off, but your grip forces my knees further apart. Your kisses, your licks and bites bring me to the edge. You know that you have me, yet you will not give me relief. 

You stand and say, "Sit up my slut......Hurry, I have needs."

Not fast enough. Your hands clutch at my hair, you drag me up. "I SAID SIT UP MY SLUT. I want my cock in your mouth."

Your hand softly lifts my chin and your fingers roughly open my mouth. You gently shove them in my mouth, two then three. I gag and look up at your eyes, so dark and piercing. I suckle your fingertips hungry to please you. 

My own fingers find their way to the center of my open legs. I yearn, my fingers hard on my clit. 

You grunt and say, "Enough of this....."

I see you struggle with your clothing. Your hands shake as you undo your belt and your pants. You refuse to meet my gaze. I whisper gently, "Its okay my love, I'm scared too..."

The sharp sting of your hand surprises me. I'm reeling with pain, confusion and desire as I bring my hand to my face, softly rubbing where your hand just caressed me. I look up at your eyes, so dark and cloudy.

Each word falls from your mouth like sharp blades. "Listen to me carefully, my slut. You do as I say. You speak when given permission. Don't you ever forget that, is that understood?"

I shake my head gently. I know my place. It comforts me. 

"Take off my pants. Give me my belt." 

I do as I am told. 

You stand naked before me. I cannot help but stare at your manhood, jutting proudly from your center. You are so hard, so long. My mouth waters at the thought of licking you gently, of tasting you fully, of swallowing your cum. 

"You may speak my slut."

"May I please you, Sir? May I touch you, Sir?"

You nod your head slightly in accord. 

I'm blown away by your body, so long, so hard, so delicious. You see my hands tremble as I reach for your cock. I look up and notice your sneer. Your sardonic laugh falls loudly on my ears. 

"You are mine. I own you."

I am reminded. I am conquered. I am yours. I nod in consent. 

My hand softly caresses your cock. So silky, so sweet, such power. I am beholden. I am enraptured, so deeply in lust. I tug gently, I stroke softly. I feel your pulse beneath my fingertips. One hand caresses your length and I stroke you. The other wraps around your balls, my hands on you, my fingers softly kneading pulling you downward.

You gasp and moan. "Ohhhhh......aaahhh....my slut.... Oh my slut..... Open your mouth."

I smile and look to your eyes. I lick my lips slowly. I savor in anticipation of your taste. I open my mouth. My eyes fill with tears, I gasp at the force. Your cock fills me completely, and I gag at the length. You are pleased. Your hands roughly grab my head and guide me onto your cock. My hands wrap around you, caressing your ass, gripping you tightly as you continue to thrust. 

"Fuck....oh fuck....don't stop..." you moan. 

Hot tears fall gently from my eyes, my saliva runs down the nape of my neck, but you are so pleased. I hang on to your waist. I inhale your scent deeply. There is no other place I would rather be. You grunt and moan loudly. I know you are close. I grip your ass tighter, my nails digging into your flesh. My gasps fill the silence. 

"You please me well my slut." 

My heart fills with joy at your words. 

"Thank you Sir."

"Tell me, my little slut, tell me what you want......" 

You know me so well. You know what I need. You know what I crave. You know what I want. 

"You know what I want Sir..."

"Tell me my slut. Tell me. I want to hear the words from your mouth." 

You tease my mouth with your fingers.

"I want you in me Sir."

You smile widely, "I know that my slut. Tell me where..."

"In me Sir.....in me...."

"Why are you being coy? Just tell me. You know I give you what you need..."

I nod in agreement. 

"Alright then, I'll let you play this game....just once. I suppose you can whisper it in my ear. Come hear my little slut. Tell me what you need, whisper it in my ear...."

You lie on the bed and pull me toward you. I rest my head on your chest. I feel you stroke my hair softly. You take a deep breath. 

My hands move lightly down to your cock. You are committed to memory, the feel of your skin engraved in my head, the hardness of your stomach, the patch of dark hair that leads to your cock. I am in awe of how beautiful you are. You are my heaven. 

My soft hands grip you tightly. I bring my mouth to yours and I kiss you. Your hands grab my hair and pull me away. I strain against the force, my mouth seeking yours. 

"No...no.....you must first tell me what you want...."

You loosen your grip and I bring my soft lips to your ear. I whisper ever so lightly, "I need you in me Sir...in my behind."

You shiver although my breath is hot and warms your face. 

Emboldened I continue, "I want you in my behind Sir.....I want to feel you stretch me and tear me.... I want to feel your cock in my ass....I want you to make me scream. I want you to fuck me hard until you mark me as yours. I need your hot cum on my ass, on me."

Your smile is my reward. "I always give you what you need my slut."

You lie on me, your chest on my back. Your hands travel the length of my body. You open my legs with your knees. You bring my hands up and hold them tightly above my head. You tighten the belt around my wrists. My eyes snap open in surprise. I struggle against the restraint. 

"Listen carefully, my slut. Stop your struggle. You'll only hurt yourself. I am giving you what you need."

My hands are tied to the bed. My hands no longer serve me. Your cock strains against my ass. I feel your hot breath against my neck, you lick me so gently. Your hands open me. Your grip tightens. It hurts me. 

I feel your thumb inside me. I shudder and moan deeply. Your thumb in my ass, two fingers in my pussy.

"Oh Sir.....I want you so bad....I need you so much...."

You continue possessed. Your strokes do not temper the urge building deep within me. I am insane with desire. I whisper urgently, "Please Sir...please give me what I want...."

You bring your head to my breasts. You suckle me deeply, your tongue swirling around my nipple, flicking the tip of your tongue on it gently, before you bite down deeply. My hands instinctively flail towards my breasts, but are captive. I struggle against the restraint, my back arches as you bite down again and again. You suckle me gently. Again and again. Your fingers in me, they never relent. 

I cry out in ecstasy. I need your relief. 

"Please Sir..please....I need it so bad Sir...."

Your hands open my ass and you enter me. You are exquisite. The length of your cock burns me, tears me apart. I cry out in silence. The pain is intense. I savor the joy. 

Your thrusts remind me that I am yours, only yours, forever yours. I moan and cry out.

"Oh....oh....oh....that feels so good Sir....so good....."

My voice spurns you on. Your thrusts complete me. I hear you moan in pleasure. I hear you cry out, "My slut...my good little slut."

I cum in waves that travel the length of my body. I bring my ass up to meet your hard thrusts. My restraint cuts into my wrists. I feel the pain sharply. I savor the joy.

You are my heaven. 



Obsession



She just laid there, too drained and exhausted to move. Reeking of sex. Breath with the sent of genitalia. Dried semen stuck to her hair from the night before. Her own juices resting along her heaving breasts with piercing nipples and dripping down her own thick lips. Some not even her's, but of other women; not sure of how they got there. Thinking back to her night, the dark caressing her sweat-lubricated body. Wishing to relive all of it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Humping and heaving with some guy; her boyfriend of course but with her sexual energy added to the darkness of that room, she would think that if he was someone else, she would not give a damn. "It felt good," she thought, trying to catch her breath. "I'll never do that much again." Feeling the throbbing between her legs; her juices oozing out, staining the carpet floor with her blood and cum and the semen of five men. Maybe six.

She looks around, getting reacquainted with her surroundings. She spots a shadowy figure from a view in between her legs by the rear of the room. A nude woman laying on a collapsed coffee table; features of her face obscure; completely drowned in semen glistening on what little outside light entering the room. She continues to stare at the pretzel-twisted woman wondering at what point did the coffee table collapse realizing that, that's what she gets for trying to have a foursome. More details coming clear; she notices that the broken-off table legs were stabbed deep up her anus and several up her vagina; both just within reach of her right foot. She grasps one of the table legs protruding from this woman in between her toes using great effort and begins to fiddle with it in an attempt to get a reaction. Possibly even learn her name. Loud crackling of her juices being fondled filled the room. With no response after several minutes, she shoves the table legs deeper within the female just for a goof. Now not being able to tell by sight if the table legs were really there to begin with; completely enveloped in her incredible Snatch; totally swallowed.

To that woman's left is the image of a second woman; darker by complexion; The gleam of a wine bottle is visible protruding also from her vagina. She kicks at it with her left foot with little success. The crackle of juices filling the silent room once again. A third attempt only wedges it within deeper; the dark woman uttering a slight moan. Of pain or gratitude is unsure. Several more taps finally dislodge the bottle to find that it was still full. Wine rapidly gushing out onto the rug from both the bottle and the female. A strong odor of booze hitting the air. Her mouth begins to water and drool like never before over the sudden aroma; begging for just a sample of that liquor; from any source. Too tired to get to it. Too tired to move. It's warm contents continuing to empty; reaching her foot. Moaning in ecstasy, imagining that it all was the female's warm cum drowning her foot.

Her only desire then was to cum. And cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and cum and never stop cumming. Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum; she chanted. Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum; until the room flooded. Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum; until she drank of her own cum. Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum; until the world flooded. Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum; until she swam in her own cum. Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum; until she drowned in her own cum. To cum forever. Alas, interest faded.

Looking around the room again, she catches an odor not of herself and turns to her high left. Lying beside her is another woman; face out of sight; tide to a radiator. With exceptional massive breasts; no, amorphous breasts and a beaten façade. A body she herself would torture and fondle for nights on end, weeks at a time if given the chance. From her view, she can easily see up this woman's widen vagina with her legs open to her. And can barely make out a dim, glowing object from within. She reaches over wit her heavied left hand and begins to probe this woman's massive cavity. Soft fingers slipping on the lubricated object. After several more minutes also without response, she pulls out a huge, glowing dildo lodged deeply within her some how and to her amazement, was almost twice the thickness of her wrist and about eleven inches in length. Maybe fourteen. Astonished, she brings the object to her mouth and begins to allow the ever-sweet juices to drip down into her mouth; one after the other with one long strand stretched and still connected to its original owner a yard away.

Now dry, she tries to insert it within herself; feeling something being pushed in deeper as well. But being to weak to force it in, she lets it drop to the rugged floor with a loud thump as her head continues to pound. Pound; mirroring her actions earlier. Pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding. Never-ending pounding. A dim hum is heard in the room. Staring up at the spinning ceiling, reaching down to remove a vibrator of her own; still going; batteries running dead. Forgotten. Her third pack of the evening. Realizing her desperation, her need for more. And as she begins to finger herself through the night, he walks into the room. Her third of the night. Or was it her fourth. Accompanied by definitely her first; both asking for the obvious with their eyes (if she could see them) and with their still erect penises. They called for any others (more men) who still laid awake. Each entering; with willing manhoods; each larger than the last. As her throbbing slowly escapes her, she begins to show a smile; opening her legs for "seconds". Still fingering herself; now with both hands. Enthusiastic. Denying her body rest. Forcing to provide more fluids. Simply to continue and continue and continue and continue.

Neverending.

She writes this alone at her nightstand lit by a solitary, flickering candle. Polaroids of all sorts of nude women having violent sex carpeted the floor. Groin pulsating and throbbing; she begins to print her latest from her desktop as she begins to mimic the sexual character within. Friction calling her name. Typing stops; she pauses. She reaches for the page with her free hand as it is stained by her juices. She tosses the page aside joining a stack of others; also stained, reaches for her nightstand drawer, pulls out her plaything, blows out her candle and plans for chapter twelve...

The sounds of flowing crackling juices fill the room.



Obsession



My sister Marta had stopped by to have coffee with me and shoot the shit. Then, from out of nowhere she told me about what had happened the night before following a party she had been to. 

"You're joking, right?" 

"No Ellie, I'm not joking." 

"But I thought that you loved Mark." 

"I do Ellie, I do. This doesn't have anything to do with love. Besides, he doesn't know and it isn't as if I'm going to do it all the time. It has only happened three times in the last six months." 

"But that's three times you have cheated on him." 

"No it isn't. I didn't cheat on him. All three times it happened because I was drunk and taken advantage of." 

"You're splitting hairs Marta. You knew it happened and you still let him do it anyway." 

"What, I'm supposed to say no when my husband wants to make love to me?" 

"We aren't talking about making love Marta. There is a big difference between making love and letting Mark go down on you after another man has fucked you." 

"Get real Ellie. If I said no when he wanted to go down on me he would just climb on and stick his pole in me. He'd know in a heartbeat that he wasn't the first one to go there that night. If I let him eat me he thinks I'm wet because he's getting me off." 

"It still isn't right Marta." 

"Maybe not, but I'll tell you something that it is. It is a kick Ellie, and I've had the biggest orgasms of my life when Mark eats me after someone else has fucked me. It felt deliciously wicked and perverted and you have no idea how strong an orgasm it gives you. Don't be throwing stones at me until you see for yourself. Do it one time Ellie, just one time and then you come and tell me that you wouldn't like to do it again."

After she'd gone I sat at the table and wondered why, especially since Marta and I were so close - close enough for her to tell me about her sex life - I had sat at the table and played the hypocrite. See what it's like before throwing stones she had said and I had smiled to myself as I remembered the first time it had happened to me. That's right, I said the first time - not the only, but the first.

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My husband Barry had worked for the DEF Corporation for a little over five years and in that time he had gone from an entry level management trainee to the Vice President of Marketing. His boss threw Barry a promotion party at his home and while I'm not a party person that party was more or less a command performance for me. While not necessarily fair, the wives of men at Barry's level were considered part of the package and were expected to attend social functions on the arms of their husbands, look good, be gracious, fawn over the boss and be an asset. 

At Barry's suggestion I had dressed for the occasion in a simple black cocktail dress, heels and a single strand of pearls. I was also wearing two pieces of imagination that someone called underwear. I had come out of the shower and Barry had handed me a box and when I opened it I found two pieces of black lace that Barry assured me were a bra and panties. 

"Wear these tonight. Just the thought of you in them will make me want to leave as early as possible so we can come home and really celebrate my promotion." 

Always ready for that kind of celebration I donned the skimpy things, dressed and off we went to the party. I knew, and I'm pretty sure that Barry also knew, that leaving the party was a pipe dream. As the guest of honor Barry would have to be there until the last dog was hung. 

As I mentioned, I'm not really a party person. It isn't that I don't like parties, it is simply that I have a low tolerance for alcohol. Two drinks and I'm ready to lie down and take a nap. No problem, just walk around with a glass of soda water or ginger ale, right? Doesn't work that way. I'm supposed to be gracious. So when Barry's boss or an important client says:

"Here Ellie, let me freshen your drink, vodka tonic, right?" 

I smile sweetly and take it from them. Now just because I have a low tolerance for alcohol doesn't mean that I don't like it, it just means that I can't handle it. So, when the person important to Barry's career hands me a drink and stays to talk I have to take an occasional sip during the conversation to appear to be normal. As soon as the person walks away I dump the drink into the closest potted plant. The problem is that there are so many "important people" and as a result there are so many 'little sips' that I always end up drinking too much. When I've had too much I don't get falling down drunk or loud and noisy, I just get sleepy and need to go and lie down. That's what happened at Barry's promotion party. I got to feeling sleepy and Barry's boss noticed and said:

"Something wrong Ellie?" 

Not willing to admit that I couldn't hold my liquor I just said, "I don't know. All of a sudden I feel woozy." 

"Why don't you go on up to the guest bedroom and lie down until you feel better." 

"I don't..." 

"Nonsense Ellie, go on up and I'll let Barry know." 

I gave him a weak smile and then I went and did what he had suggested.

I vaguely heard a noise which I later figured was the bedroom door opening and closing. I felt my dress being pushed up and then a hand slid up my nylon clad leg until it reached my pussy and then a finger traced the crevasse created by the lips of my pussy. How wonderfully depraved I thought. We couldn't leave early and Barry couldn't wait until we got home so he was going to play in his bosses' house while thirty guests were downstairs. In my half asleep, half-awake condition I opened my legs to give him better access and when a finger slid into my pussy I sighed and opened them even wider. Two fingers slid in and I moaned and then the fingers left my love hole and I felt my panties being pulled down. I closed my legs and lifted my hips so the lacy piece of nothing could be removed. Hands took hold of my ankles and my legs were spread and my knees moved up to my chest and I waited for Barry's penetration. 

Suddenly I was electrified as his tongue found my clit. I hoped he had locked the door as I took my hands and grabbed behind my knees to hold myself open for him. His tongue teased me and then he started sucking on my clit and I moaned and hissed out:

"Oh yes, oh yes baby, you do that so well" in a low voice. Another minute or two and then I cried out, "In me baby, I need you in me. The real thing baby, give me the real thing." 

He loomed over me in the dark room and I felt the head of his spear poke at my pussy and I dropped my legs so my feet could push on the bed as I shoved my pussy up at him. He thrust forward and I almost screamed with delight as he lanced into me. And then I was thrashing around, crying and moaning, "Oh yes baby, oh god yes. It feels so good baby, give it to me, give it to me" and then he said:

"God are you tight." 

I moaned, "No baby, you just fill me so good" before it hit me that it wasn't Barry's voice. The realization that it wasn't Barry making love to me hit me almost exactly at the same time I had an orgasm and as I shook and cried I heard the man say, "Oh Jesus, I can't hold back any longer" and I felt him spurt into me. Once, twice, three times and then I felt him get off me and moments later the door opened and closed leaving me lying on the bed wondering what had just happened. 

Had I been asleep and was it an erotic dream? I quickly sat up and reached down between my legs - no panties! I felt around the bed for them, but couldn't find them. I got up, found a light switch and turned on the light. My panties were lying on the floor next to the bed and as I reached down to pick them up I felt a trickle of warmth run down my leg. I touched a finger to it and then licked the finger. It was salty and tasted like the cum I had sucked out of Barry and a lot of the boyfriends that I'd had before I got married. It had been no erotic dream. A man not my husband had just fucked me and I had no clue as to who he might have been.

My first thought was, "Oh my God, what am I going to tell Barry? That was immediately followed by, "You will tell him nothing! You can't tell him anything. He would want to know why I hadn't started screaming "Rape!" and fought the guy off. I couldn't just say that, "I thought it was you" because the bottom line would always be that another man had fucked his wife and the thought of it would live with him forever. Next came, "Oh Jesus. Barry is going to want to make love to me tonight and I can't let him slide his cock into a cum filled hole because then he would know that someone else had been there first. I stuffed my panties into my clutch purse and went looking for a bathroom. I spent fifteen minutes trying to clean myself out, but without a douche bag I couldn't do a complete job of it. I was just going to have to plead a headache when we got home. I returned to the party and for the rest of the evening I looked at all the men there and wondered which one it could possibly have been, but I saw no indication or got a vibe from anyone of them.

On the ride home Barry was in a horny mood and he kept reaching over and putting his hand on my leg and telling me how much he was looking forward to getting my dress off me. "Just thinking of you in those lacy under things has had me on fire all night." 

"Please honey, I'm just not feeling all that well right now." 

"Don't worry baby, I know how to get you in the mood." 

Barry wouldn't take no for an answer and it just wasn't my nature to say, "Damn it Barry, I said no" so I resigned myself to the fact that Barry was going to get sloppy seconds from me for the first time in his life. All I could hope for was that when he questioned my wetness he would buy the story that before I got my headache I'd spent most of the evening anticipating making love and the wetness was caused by my hornyness. It wasn't much, but it was the best I could come up with. Barry helped me undress and then he stepped back to look at me in my heels and lacy under things and I thanked god that my mystery lover had pulled my panties off instead of just pushing the crotch band aside. There was no way Barry could have missed the cum stains that would have been on that black lace. Barry and I exchanged some passionate kisses and I reached down and ran my hands along his length and had the idea that I would go to my knees and suck him off and that would insure that he never would find anything that could make him even remotely suspicious. I broke our kiss and went to my knees, but Barry stopped me. 

"Not here, on the bed." 

We moved to the bed, but before I could go after Barry's cock he said, "I want to do you first" and before I could stop him he had my legs spread and his mouth was on my pussy. I couldn't holler at him to stop and I couldn't roll away without causing him to become more curious that I wanted him so I closed my eyes and prayed that he wouldn't notice anything. He didn't, but I sure did! Barry had eaten me a gazillion times, but never, not ever, did I orgasm as fast or as hard as I did that time and as depraved as I knew it was I knew it was because of the idea that Barry was eating another man's leavings. As soon as Barry's tongue touched me my mind went back to the bedroom where a short three hours before a strange man had listened as I told him it felt so good and then had cried out, "Give it to me, give it to me." 

I relived the experience as Barry ate me out and I didn't think once of Barry and what he was doing. I thought of my anonymous lover and what we had done. I came and I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I grabbed Barry's head and bucked up at him as I remembered every stroke my mystery lover pushed into me and, God forgive me, I was sorry that I'd flushed most of the man's cum out of me. The idea that Barry was slurping up another man's juices drove me wild. When Barry final pulled his mouth off me and mounted me I was so exhausted from my many orgasms that I barely responded to him and fortunately he didn't seem to notice.

I woke up the next morning ashamed of myself for how I had reacted when Barry went down on me. He was the man I loved and yet I let him foul his mouth with another man's sperm and I had gloried in it. I had loved it, and god help me, I wanted to do it again. I spent the next three weeks constantly thinking about that night and getting myself so horny that I practically raped Barry every night when he came home from work. He commented on it and I passed it off as a hormonal change taking place in my body. During that three week period I looked into the face of every man I knew who had been at the party looking for some sign that might have told me who my mystery man was. I grabbed the phone every time it rang hoping to hear a voice say, "Would you like to meet me in another dark room?" At the end of the three weeks Barry called me from the office and told me he would be coming home late. 

"Why? What's up?" 

"I have a cocktail party that I have to go to." 

"I'm not invited?" 

"Of course you are, but I didn't mention it because you don't usually like to go to those things." 

"I feel the need to get out of the house so if you don't mind I'll go with you."

The party was at the home of the VP of Sales and I dressed for the occasion in a dress that showed off all my best assets. I wore a pair of four-inch heels and a pair of crotchless pantyhose. Once at the party things moved along as they usually did, except that this time when offered a drink I faked sipping at it and dumped it as soon as I could. Two hours into the party I told Barry that I needed to lie down and he, expecting it, had already arranged with our host for me to use a spare bedroom. Once inside I pulled all the drapes and blinds and eliminated every source of light I could find and then took off my panties, got on the bed and waited. An hour went by and just about the time I had convinced myself that the first time was going to be the only time the door opened and quickly closed. I waited for a light to go on and to see that Barry had come to check on me, but it didn't happen. I felt a hand touch my leg and then I moaned and spread my legs. 

"Hurry" I whispered, "Put it in me, I need it, hurry please hurry." 

The mystery man's cock slid into my eager pussy and I clamped my legs around him, "Fuck me, fuck me hard and make me cum. Please baby, please fuck me hard and make me cum." 

His hard strokes made me grunt on the in-stroke and I pushed my ass up at him as he pulled back. In less than a minute I had my first of seven orgasms before he spilled his seed in me. Without a word he got up and left and I got up and got a cloth out of my purse to put between my pussy and panties to both keep his cum in me and to keep my panties from becoming so stained that Barry would notice. 

I returned to the party and spent an hour trying to find a sign that would tell me who it was who was enjoying my body. As at the first party I couldn't find a clue. After that hour I got Barry to leave and before we were even away from the curb I had his cock out of his trousers. A mile and a half of hand job and then I sucked his cock the rest of the way home. Once in the house we raced for the bedroom and stripped and then I said, "I sucked you and now it's your turn." 

"Damn Ellie, you sure are wet." 

"I know lover. I'm so goddamned horny that I could just scream" and scream I did as soon as Barry sucked up the first drop of my mystery man's cum. The orgasms were every bit as powerful as they had been the first time as I laid there and thought of the fucking I had gotten and the head I was getting. I was hooked! I just had to have more of my husband eating my pussy after another man had fucked me.

I started going to more parties with Barry and three months and seven parties went by with nothing happening. I was going crazy and so one afternoon I went out and picked up a guy at a bar and we went to a motel and fucked up a storm for four hours, but when Barry got home and I drug him into the bedroom nothing happened. Oh I did have my normal good time, but there were no Earth shattering orgasms. I picked up five more men during the next week, once two of them at the same time, but with the same result when I went home to Barry - enjoyable sex, but not the climaxes I was looking for.

Three more weeks went by and then Barry and I attended another party. I did my sleepy routine and that night my mysterious lover showed. In the darkened room he fucked me, but when he went to leave I pulled him back and sucked his cock until he was hard and then I let him fuck me again. That night at home I saw stars and rockets flashing across the skies as Barry ate me to one tremendous climax after another. I finally realized that it wasn't just Barry's sucking another man's cum out of me, but a combination of Barry's oral skills and my not knowing just who it was who was fucking me. Either one was enjoyable, but taken together the result was spectacular. The down side is that I crave the feeling, but it is a random occurrence; I never know when it will happen.

I have become a party person and I attend every party that Barry gets invited to. Since moving into our new house I've begun coming up with reasons to throw parties and over the last two years my mystery lover has enjoyed my body eighteen times, three times on my own bed. He never speaks and my verbal output is limited to the noises I make as he fucks me. I have stopped trying to find out who he is because I know that to find out would put an end to the feelings I experience. 

I did experiment a couple of times. Once when he came into the room and began running his hand up my leg I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees. 

"My ass lover, this time I want you in my ass." 

That night there were no clanging bells, no stars or fireworks when Barry went down on me. The other time I drug Barry to bed and we made love instead of my letting him eat me. Again, my usual great time, but no bells or whistles. It has to be the mystery man's cum and Barry sucking it out of me that gives me the feeling I'm looking for.

I love Barry with all my heart and soul and I feel immense guilt and shame every morning after one of my sessions with my mystery man, but I can't stop trying to have those illicit meetings. I now understand the feelings of those who can't stay away from drugs or alcohol; my mystery fucker is as much an addiction to me as drugs are to a drug addict or whiskey is to an alcoholic. Like other addicts I tell myself that I can stop it whenever I want to. All I have to do is turn on the light or immediately get up and follow him out of the room and once I know who he is it would be over. But I can't do it any more than any other addict can. All I can do is look forward to the next time and pray that the next time will be soon.



Obsession



"Wake up, sweetie."

I moaned into the pillow, cursing in the direction of his voice, too warm and too complacent to take his wheedling seriously.

"Cadence. . . "

The former night's tangle of emotion and ecstasy had not yet fully seeped into my skin past disbelief and incredulousness and into his arms. His holding me- hand resting on my hip bone, his heart beat insistent and protective into my back -was reassurance enough.

"Get up, you shameless cunt, it's 3 in the afternoon."

I looked up, groggily from his side of the bed, "What sort of good morning is that to your loving, devoted sub?"

"It'll get better, honey." he grinned dangerously from his dresser, slipping into a crisp white button down.

"Wait, what? It's 3?" I bolted up, panicked, forgetting the residual warmth of the covers. Slipping out onto the cold hardwood floor, I looked to Julian's relaxed frame, confused, "What are you still doing here?"

"Baby, don't worry about work, I-" his words cut off by a sudden slash of concern through his nonchalance.

"God, Cadence, look at you."

Following his gaze down the line of my body, I was confronted with fresh bruises and bites on my chest, my wrist had sustained some damage, I judged, from a stinging soreness not to mention the cuffs still attached to the frame of the bed.

"God is right." I couldn't suppress a grin at my array of unsightly badges. "So last night did happen."

" I can see that, yes." He exhaled, moving closer. "How could I have . . . "

His cologne stung my nose as I buried my face in his chest, his arms were wrapped around me. I felt his body tremor dangerously, and I looked up into a mask of remorse.

"Julian. . ."

Passion is oddly elusive, fantastically intangible. It comes in odd intervals, waves. It ebbs and flows and shows itself in different forms- a changeling of love, lust, remorse, and destruction.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry. . . "

It's dangerous, the stuff that intoxicates the earth and sky, making everything fertile and vibrant. It's why I couldn't explain to him that I wanted his love like I wanted his bruises. It's not something you can easily convey, no matter how intimately you know someone. It has dangerous connotations, the willingness to ache, to bruise, to love unabashedly through what would be the most painful sort of draw to a sadomasochistic relationship; It's dangerous, and that danger, that passion, exemplified Julian..

He was a chance I took that in every way made me ache with uncertainty. With enough chemistry and blind acquiesce to lewd, primal proclivities; I was famished for his familiarity. We were, in our rawest state, playing with gasoline and fire- tangled in words and denial and love, and whether we would allow ourselves to be vulnerable enough to be set aflame. Ours was a passion I wasn't prepared for, one that couldn't wait for hesitation. It was explosive: a natural disaster but more devastating. It was all truth and whether I could afford to let him take control.

His passion had a sort of potency that was obvious when he was doing what he loved that made it clear that what he loved would take precedence over everything else, and as it turned out unpacking into his new apartment. I found this out while he was moving into my building. I didn't know a thing about him, but wanted to after I heard him one night as I was passing through with my dirty laundry. It took me a moment to recognize it- the Sibelius violin concerto.

His door was slightly ajar and the melody hummed, swirling in the air like oil on water. I was drawn in, as though there were magnets at play. The smooth, velvety sound pulled me, yanked me, really, making me seek it. I found myself inside his apartment, standing just inside the door.

I saw his confident stance there before I saw his actual form, his back was facing me. The bare windows cut the remaining daylight into fractions, casting slanted rectangles across the room, and illuminating his frame. His head had been swiveling and bobbing, his body bending where the piece needed him to go. It's the dance of the impassioned, when one is wholly consumed by the music they so masterfully produce. This is where they go; they retreat into the sound. I could tell by looking at him that his eyes were closed.

He tensed, stopped, feeling my presence. I was intruding on this holy moment and it felt like sacrilege to interrupt it. Lowering his instrument, he turned to stare at me.

I was despondent at best when it came to getting to know my neighbors. Admittedly, I was a veritable hermit and cared little for my appearances in the complex. My main concern had been comfort, and so my charming ensemble consisted of a fleece robe, slippers, and a page boy cap.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I just- your door was open and I just. . . it was so beautiful. I wanted to . . . Sibelius, right?" I felt an unstoppable blush burn under his skeptical look.

His gaze was fixed on me like I was some exotic bird that had flown in from the window and had perched on his bureau. He was studying me, wondering if I was okay to touch. It was then that I noticed all of the unpacked boxes piled everywhere, spilled over, its contents poured on the floor. The only thing he deemed necessary to christen this place was the sound of his violin.

"Hi," he blinked, shaking his head, as though I had just roused him.

"I live, down, in. . . I live here too," I stumbled over my words until he held up a hand.

"Okay, sorry. I thought you were trying to rob me." he gestured to my sack of laundry.

"I'm Cadence," I had to laugh, "and these are my dirty clothes." I sort of waved with the bag.

"Julian. Hi. Wow. I . . . " He stopped and smiled, in a way that could only be described as charming to collect his thoughts. "Well thanks- about my music- I just can't believe I left my door open."

"Oh right! You just moved in." I gestured to the unpacked boxes.

His eyebrows rose.

"Yeah," I explained, "your door does that sometimes. I have to admit, I'm glad the former tenant moved out. I saw a bit too much of . . . well he usually forgot to lock his door."

I bit my bottom lip, not sure of how to steer the conversation and myself back out of his room.

"Huh. I didn't see that on the contract . . ." He seemed more at ease with me, now he was certain he wouldn't have to be on constant watch for too-familiar neighbors. We chattered on but kept things superficial, and when I was about to make my exit his face brightened and he invited me to see the concert that night held at the university.

The air that night was swollen with a warm breeze, the streets illuminated by white strings of lights, coiled around the small, bare trees implanted in the side walk. The sheer contradiction of these cheerful little bulbs against the stark, straight lines of indifferent buildings gave the whole city a new feeling, a buzzing excitement to wash over and overwhelm the mundane. Culturally slaked, I was eager to get out of my stale apartment and away from all of the paint fumes I had been suffocated with, so I, of course, went. It was just the sense of spontaneity I needed.

I was all nervous excitement as I took my seat, the lights dimmed, and the orchestra was illuminated in the chilled auditorium. I strained to find him among the violins as they sat in their easy posture, speaking loosely in muted voices. I was confused, as I couldn't find him at all. The first chair was absent, and I assumed that was where he would sit. I was taken by surprise when a severe-looking girl with long, dark hair and exquisitely beautiful, sharp features began to walk across the stage, casting the room into silence. Giving the orchestra an "A" to tune to, she soon took her place.

The orchestra rose to their feet, and the audience gave their appreciative applause as Julian, dressed in a suit, crossed the stage, taking his place at the podium. I could see him breathe in after phantom-conducting a measure, his body leaned into the melody as it mourned in the notes of its entrance. It wrapped its deep, melancholy tones around my spinal cord in smooth, velvet streams. The sound was encumbering, like the song was made of deep blues and maroons to cover me like a blanket and absorb into my bloodstream.

Even through the raw emotive draw to the music, I caught myself tuning out the music and began to focus on Julian. He seemed to be in a realm of his own, breathing in the music that drugged him and controlling it at the same time. His confident stance arched and maneuvered as though his body was just a vessel to translate the sheet music into the siren song veiled over the audience. His students were marionettes of his, his gravid cues and dramatic gestures were thin, translucent strings connecting them, the whole affair charged by his obvious passion. I watched him translate all of the emotion of the minor key in his loose form. Growing entranced, I imbibed the dulcet tones with an insatiability I hadn't known I was capable of. I was intoxicated, but not by the music.

After the performance I was filled with an eagerness that surprised me. I truly felt that someone who could feel something so profoundly that lived in such close proximity had to be a sign. I had to have him, or, in a dramatic sort of sense, miss out on something terribly life changing. I felt in my bones that he could breathe life into me with his obvious passion. I could tell from the fact that he felt so deeply for his music, that we had something profound in common, an understanding of emotion, or maybe, what was truly important. I made my way up to the stage, and found him shaking hands with some older couple in the midst of the auditorium seats.

"You came!" A grin broke across his handsome face and it was like striking a match. He swept an appraising look over me. "I see you got your laundry done."

"Well, it can't all be haute couture." I grinned, embarrassed as I took special pains to make myself look as decent as possible in a pencil skirt and heels to redeem myself of the just-rolled-out-of-bed look.

"It was amazing! You were amazing," I gestured towards the stage, "I haven't experienced something so powerful in so long, and just . . ." I felt myself blush. "I'm gushing."

He seemed amused, pleased, "No, that's perfectly fine. It's a great compliment. So you enjoyed it?"

The dark-haired girl strode over, glanced at me shortly and tapped his shoulder, telling him something brief, and walked off with a cellist.

". . . I more than enjoyed it."

He looked back at me with something of a spark.

"Look, I know this may be a bit forward, but I think the library cafe is still open. . . would you like to get coffee?"

The halting conversation and awkwardness of first impressions were forgotten that night with the apparent chemistry that was all but boiling over. I couldn't help but see him as anything but a genius, for the way he played and conducted was something remarkable. , and I was shameless in letting him know that. As an artist I recognized the talent and passion, the beauty of what he created; it wasn't something just anyone could do. I was all but glowing as I told him these things, noticing the spark igniting in his eyes as my enthusiasm bubbled. We talked mostly inane and useless conversation, just ongoing banter and coy, veiled advances. I forgot about the demeanor of collectedness I had wanted to portray and found myself just being honest with him. We poured ourselves out, and I drank in his mannerisms as though they were Bailey's- Smooth cream of conversation coating my mouth with a wince of sarcasm- not bitter, just hard to miss. There was an edge to his otherwise welcoming and open demeanor that wouldn't allow me to be totally comfortable around him, some note of defensiveness I was drawn to. I told him about how I painted, how when I find that someone creates something beautiful and profound like art or music or writing that they become more of a person to me. It adds depth to their personality. We had an understanding about each other, an odd sort of rapport that kept me entranced. We were spreading ourselves out like a bedtime story that night. Both of us were waiting for the other to sort of fall asleep, stripped out of the polite, guarded facade of who we present ourselves as when we first walk into a relationship and into the odd familiarity we could feel growing between us.

"Sit still!"

"You know, we really should be unpacking. . ."

"Don't move your mouth, either!"

He forced a frown.

At the conclusion of that night, I had him agree to pose for me. We had said our mournful goodbyes with lame excuses of how late it was becoming. Something- maybe the way the sun being swallowed into darkness around his frame in a dramatic gesture- pushed me, these impulses I don't usually act on. I needed an excuse to captivate him, make sure he didn't slip away.

"You know, I'd really appreciate if you'd let me paint you. Would you mind being my model?" I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice, trying to make it sound as though I hadn't been plotting it the moment I saw him. A small, pleased smile broke onto his face, his shoulders squaring as he ran his hand absently through his hair.

"That sounds," he cleared his throat, "that sounds good. I have a lot to do, though. Unpacking, you know. I just got all of my stuff together this morning."

"Tomorrow after I get off work I could help you out; then I'll have more time with my muse," was my final offer -a desperate one, but I was, looking back, desperate.

"Sure. Just try to knock this time."

I had smeared burnt umber and yellow ochre over the canvas, staining his hair with the lamp black that shone in its unruly mass. Sitting, posed for me, he was more tangible. It was sort of a trick I wanted to play out for him- I was an unusually quick and remarkably accurate painter. I could spit out a portrait in a few hours and I suppose I felt for all of the art I'd seen Julian perform, that he needed to see something similar in me. In what turned out to be a mutual excitement, we hadn't bothered to unpack and because he wasn't separated by the rooms between us, he was mine for a moment longer. We functioned with a strong tension; an excitement that held the evening taut and what words were exchanged each seemed to hold a duality to them.

He was leaning against a wall, sitting crossed-legged on the floor, looking down at his violin as he cradled it. His patience was stunning, as most of my live models are only interested in something to hang in their pretentious upscale apartments, but not for a few hours of sitting still. The usual trance I seemed to slip into while losing myself in paint was tinged with a warmth that bloomed in me like raw whiskey, burning me from the inside, I hardly noticed that my brush had been immobile and I had just been studying him.

"As long as you're there, be sure to catch the passion in my eyes." He grinned as I groped for composure.

"Oh, fuck, sorry. Why don't we take a break?"

"I'm going to get some of this out of the way, your nerves will get shot with that detail brush, help me out."

He stretched, putting his violin to bed in its case and began pulling books out of a box, his order in placement was meticulous as I watched him dress his bare bookshelves. I watched him immerse himself in the task with voyeuristic delight. He organized in genres, though every book seemed completely random from the last. Kundera, branching to Durrell, Foer, Burroughs, Doestoyevsky, and a few that surprised me; Nabokov, Sedaris, Chopin and a few names I didn't recognize.

"Well?"

I snapped to attention, "What?"

"Do they meet your standards, or . . .?"

"Oh, God! I'm sorry! I guess by offering to help you unpack I meant that I would watch you work."

He chuckled indulgently, "It works out in your favor, actually, 'turns out I'm a bit of an exhibitionist."

Everything seemed empty, almost as if he were packing to move out, I could almost feel where all of his things belonged, and so I began filling his empty bureau with his folded clothes. Consumed in the construction of some sickeningly complicated shelving unit, he hardly noticed me moving around in his peripheral vision.

The apartment seemed lighter in the next hours although it was nearing midnight. With art on the walls and his mini-library arranged to his pleasing, it seemed he had been occupying this negative space longer than a few days. Almost all of his clothes nestled comfortably in neat stacks that seemed mandatory for the all of the order he applied to all other aspects of the room. I noticed a large black bag peeking out from beneath a few tattered pairs of jeans.

It was too big for a delicates bag, though I didn't question it at the time- there are stranger things for men to have. I pulled out his top drawer. and reached in, feeling not the soft cotton of boxers or socks, but a leather strap. Thick with surprise, I opened the bag completely. The only thing that hadn't been organized and meticulously placed and packed was a small jumble of black leather, clamps, whips, floggers, handcuffs, and toys I didn't have a name for. My gasp must have been audible, for he looked up; his eyes rounded as he stuttered for a moment.

"Oh, I. . .I don't really, I just, I don't, it's just something I tried once and. . ." I watched him grope uncomfortably for a moment, moving towards me, almost as though he meant to clear the thickness of the tension by moving.

"No, Julian, It's okay." I reached in, pulling out a collar, and felt its weight in my hand for a moment. I looked up at him, feeling brave as I held it to my neck. "How does it look on me?"

I could feel his relief as he stopped, looking at me with a sort of surprise and gravity that burned. We looked at each other like the moment was held in fermata, my fingers fumbling with the buckle as my bravado faded. My boldness was instantly regretted and I felt myself shrinking in hesitance. I opened my mouth to relieve some of the pressure when he answered with his hands. He took the collar from me and fastened it properly. A look of lust was drawn over him as we just felt the tension between us, this moment of just standing, connected by his touch, our gazes locked.

I looked up at his suddenly cool exterior; regaining any composure he had lost in my discovery. His mouth found mine in a light, teasing kiss, his hand tilting my face up to meet him.

"You really shouldn't have looked in that bag."

He wound a few fingers in my auburn hair, and I all but purred, drugged by the feel of his breath on my neck and his grip on my hair. He locked up my tongue when he buckled the collar.

"With my collar around your neck there's nothing to hide behind." his words rolled like velvet off of his tongue. "You've been hiding, too, haven't you? 'Holding the cards closely to your chest so you can't be vulnerable, can't be found out."

He recited as though it was some pre-prepared monologue, pulling my arms behind me gently, and I waited for him to bind them together. My chest thrust out obscenely against my white, clinging blouse, "Just look at you, sweetie. Look at how excited you are- speechless!" he shook his head, grinning, "and I really thought it'd be harder, much more time consuming to reveal all of this to you."

I could feel myself becoming helplessly aroused, my nipples hardening, pressing my thighs tightly together. What else was there to do? I was losing all control of the situation fast. Despite his cautiousness, his tender touch, I was caught off-guard, -intrigued- insatiable.

"I won't do anything you don't want, honey. Notice your hands aren't bound, and they'll stay that way. . . I don't take what isn't given."

Looking over me, it was as if he had found something he had once lost but had forgotten what it was for. Julian's soft grazing touch made me sigh, his fingers tracing my face as though he were trying to remember me. My eyes closed, I parted my lips and flicked his thick fingers with my tongue. With their retreat, he pulled the words from me.




Obsession



"Take it."

He held my shoulders, ravaging my mouth with his, then, unapologetically. The force of his body bent mine into submission, moving me with him, like some staggered dance until my back was up against the wall. All of this animal lust seemed appropriate: fast, messy, spontaneous.

"Baby," he sighed, spreading fire wherever his hands wandered down my back, up my arms. Biting, licking, passionate kisses- tearing something from me, demanding I answer it with equal fervor. Running his fingers over the black leather as if in disbelief, he pulled away from the suction of our kiss. Sighing, his stormy, gray eyes traced the contour of my face. His warmth, his muscle and skin pressed against me, his firm, strong hands pushing up my tank top, revealing quivering skin. Raising it over my head, he allowed it to fall behind me. I stood there, my white lacy bra, looking up at him, needing his touch, those hands, that confidence. He seemed to approve with his look of pure need dusted over his attractively sharp features, strong like it was carved from marble. We seemed to melt together, with kisses that seemed frantic and needy, his hands finding their way to my breasts, achingly tender. My head was swarming, buzzing. I felt completely and totally intoxicated with him- his strength, the sureness of his touch. This is what he wanted and he made me want to give it to him.

"Cadence," he trailed his kisses from my mouth to my chest, he spoke into my skin as though the touch was torture for him, too, "I understand. Those dark, unspeakable things you wish someone would make you do, the things you try to ignore about yourself, you're afraid to ask for. I can give it to you if you let me. Whatever it is this makes us, I understand it and, I feel it, I see it, I taste it in you," the sound of my name in his mouth rang like a bell, reverberating over those thrilling words he poured into my ear.

I looked at him, totally lost, totally encompassed by this need for him, but still. . . I could barely respond, taken by the mere shock of pleasure that came from his dominance, his soft, powerful dominance. He could have destroyed me then.

His hands slipped into the front of my jeans, rubbing the soft fabric of my panties with a methodic pressure that forced my hips out to him.

"Ohh!"

"You have to give me everything, though, baby, everything. You can't hold anything back, do you understand?" finding my clit through the cotton, he drew quick circles against my humid warmth, "Do you?"

I bit his shoulder as he pushed the fabric aside and made direct contact with my slick, shaved skin, pressing against me in a steady, quick rhythm, eliciting gasping pleas for his calloused touch. I was both ashamed and shameless, my face flushed, my hips rocking, forcing myself against his touch as he slowly sunk his finger into me, biting me.

Whimpering, I begged, "Julian, fuck! Please!"

"Master," he corrected.

Writhing against his hand I was humming with waves of pleasure, mindless and never more in tune to my desire.

"Master!"

"What do you want?" He continued the movement of his hand; fucking me, his thumb finding my clit.

"Oh, oh, God!" I mewled into his chest.

"No, you have to tell me," he slowed, his touch slowing, pulling away. Off. Away.

I growled in need, squirming against him.

"Cadence!"

"Please, Oh God! Please, Julian, you have me! Oh, fuck, all of me!"

He pulled his hand completely out of my panties, making me whine in protest.

"Stop."

I looked up at him in disbelief.

"Do you mean it?" He looked down at me, cruelly making me focus in my trance, forcing clarity in a time of blurring lines.

I looked into his eyes, more sure of it than anything else in my life.

He stared for a moment, taken aback by my conviction, and kissed me.

Pulling me away from the wall, he used his strength on me like it was a weapon.

"Here," he picked me up as though I were a part of some last-minute interior design, lowering me onto the cold-sheeted bed.

He paused to look over my body like a predator over its prey, the generous repose of my chest in my bra, the dark-wash of my tight jeans contrasting with soft, pale skin. Pulling off his t-shirt, he exposed his strong, though lean frame. Climbing over me, he worked at the button of my jeans, unfastening and unzipping them. My sighs of anticipation and tawdry pleas dripped a lewdness that seemed perverse against the silence settled over the room, yet his agonizingly slow movements required it.

"Hold onto the headboard," he nodded at the row of vertical bars, "don't let go."

I complied without question as he worked my jeans over my hips, sliding them down my legs and off of me.

"Hmmm," he groaned at the sight I had become, prodding my thighs apart, playing his fingers over the thin scrap of fabric that was the last thing protecting my sex from his touch.

"Close your eyes."

I felt his weight leave the bed, leaving me stretched out, spread, waiting.

"Now, try not to make too much noise, sweetheart."

The unmistakable swish of leather didn't register until I heard the loud SLAP it made between my thighs.

"Oohhh!"

"You can open them now."

Looking up at him, I had never seen something so terrifically erotic. He looked totally different, overcome with his new possession, perhaps. His whip proud in his grip, he looked over me with a look I couldn't translate into any single emotion.

"Bitch," he spat, hitting me again with his biting leather- again, again.

My knuckles had turned white with effort, clenching the bars towering above me as I groaned for him. It didn't so much hurt as light me aflame with need for him, teased me of the fury he was holding back. Not exactly sure what I wanted, knowing he would sate that amorphous need. I lay there, my legs splayed, accepting his wrath, welcoming it.

"Please," I whimpered, "fuck!"

His face was drawn in a grimace of effort as he swung that awful, beautiful strap directly between my legs.

"Please what, slut? Please more? Please harder?"

I was surprised at his cold tone but reveled in it, juxtaposed to his earlier gentler self, his cruelty turned me on like a switch. I was even more surprised at how intensely I wanted it- that same fury, that same thrill. I wasn't used to begging, though. I had too much pride. I broke in one strangled note:

"Please!"

The hot, searing pain exploding onto me did little to extinguish the fevered need for him, rather dousing gasoline on a fire. I squirmed, hissed, growled, arching off the bed.

"Look at you! Hot bitch!" he seemed genuinely surprised as he gave another flick of his wrist, a mocking slap.

With jagged breaths, I hadn't realized that he stopped until his easy grip on my cotton panties worked themselves down my legs. He looked entranced, tossing them aside, glancing at the reddened flesh. Climbing over me, his lips bit into my skin, marking my chest and neck, my legs parted to accommodate to him, his hands gripping my ankles, folding my limbs like a doll. My legs forced apart, exposing myself to him. Open and vulnerable, I sighed, closing my eyes.

"Cadence," his voice softer, "Don't close them, look at me."

I couldn't, but I had to. His eyes pierced into me as though he anticipated just how I was going to look to him. The embarrassment swept over my face, I was more than ashamed. I was owned.

He ran his finger in an idyll, teasing pattern down my slit, gathering moisture with his confident touch, as though he had known me for years. He touched me with such intimacy, such sureness, control I didn't possess over my own body. The blushing reality of the moment made me squirm, tighten my grip. I couldn't look at him. He knew what he wanted from me, what it would take to get it, and he knew it was already his. It was as if he had a loaded gun held to me, promised me eden in leather and chains.

Unzipping his jeans, he looked down at me as he undressed. My arms were stretched above me, my hair disheveled, my makeup smeared. Nearly naked before him, I buried my face into my forearm, looking away as he slipped out his cock. His thumb found my clit and it was as though he could feel me tense, like he were trying to inebriate me with ecstasy, melt me again into a pool of submissiveness instead of raw nerves.

"Baby," he cooed dangerously, fitting the head of his cock to me, and even then I was sure he wasn't going to hurt me. I felt him, then, though nothing could have prepared me for his thick insistence. His low, growling groans filled me, body and soul.

"Please?" I whined; this was all happening so quickly, it was almost shocking. As if I were painting until that moment and then somehow on my back, spread open for him, accepting his hard, throbbing dominance. He had me impaled by his need.

Then, the night boiling to a fevered frenzy, this whole night had come by way of crescendo and he began to rock into me, dragging his dick out of me and then sliding back in, making me sigh, the warmth filling me. Every time he pulled out of me I whimpered with need, feeling empty. I needed him- needed. It surpassed all want or superfluous pining. I needed his masculinity to define what made me a woman, his dominance to my submissive. His face was contorted in pleasure, making me want to reach up and touch him, I wanted to kiss him but was afraid to. He growled and cursed at me, blending his pleasure into expletives. The motion of his hips, his body pushing against me, the blushing sounds of sex filling the room. He bit my mouth, stabbing into me with his cock, rewarding me with a kiss when I gasped in pain and surprise. Then, pausing, his whole body tensed.

He cried out, blind, moaning. He shot into me- strings of liquid pearl painting me from the inside out. Emptying himself into me, he bit down on my shoulder, making me wince. It came in jets, filling me with his warm come. Slowly pulling out of me, this brazen cockiness replaced that sense of intimacy, like he was pleased at my discomfort.

He dropped onto me, crushing me, began reclaiming a steady rise and fall of his chest, he pulled his face from my neck and hair and laughed at what he saw.

"Cadence, you can let go now."

I smiled sheepishly. I was dually weak and enflamed. My hands slipped from the bars, sliding down so my face was framed by my arms.

"Julian . . ." I couldn't look at him.

"It's okay," he smoothed my hair back, "it's okay," he kissed me gently, once, on the forehead, looking down at me with a warm, glowing look. He slid his hand between us, slipping down the plane of my stomach, kissing the exposed skin of my chest. The gentle touch felt so reassuring that I swallowed my protests.

"You're good, so good," he covered my mouth with his, slipping his tongue past my lips. Probing gently, he ran his knuckles over my labia like he was trying to placate, to reassure me. He brushed his lips against me, his eyes intent on the pleasure he gave me- that oozed from me, "you gave me so much more than you know."

He slipped his fingertip between my lips, knowing I'd yield, that I'd open for him. These caresses were too much. I was already so close, on the brink. He seemed to sense this and pulled back then, returning with a loud slap to my hyper-sensitive skin. I whimpered into his mouth, surprised at how my back arched, how my body reacted, how I wanted more. Firmly kissing me, almost to remind me who I was, he toyed with my clit, rubbing in quick, light strokes, I growled for him, begged for him.

"Come! Come for me, Cadence. Can you come?" he ordered gently, speaking lightly, rapidly increasing his speed, he was determined to own my pleasure, masturbating me, making me groan and tangle my own hands in my hair, "Do it! I won't let you leave until you do it, give me your fucking nectar, let go!" He chanted, the words cascading down around me.

I was trembling, shaking, clinging to him and pulling away from him all at once, but there was nowhere to hide. I gasped, trying to retreat into the comfort of predictability but it was just so overwhelming, his urgency, his warmth, the way he demanded my obedience. It built up, all of this euphoric, tantalizing pleasure. It erupted. I clung to him, thrusting my hips against him, grinding against his touch. I bit and licked and kissed his chest, all of my consciousness centered in his hand. I was so gone, I was so his.

I whimpered, biting my bottom lip, my head thrown back and shaking from side to side. I needed this release. It was as though he had access to a whole other world, his manipulation of worldly pleasure at its apex. He forced me to feel every iota of reluctance and guilt by inverting it and washing it in a ripe, sumptuous gasp of feeling I didn't know existed. I clung to him, my frantic need subsiding, sated.

"Honey, honey, you're shaking! Are you okay?" he scanned a look of concern over my face.

"No, I'm . . . well, yes." I opened my eyes, not fully aware when I had shut them so tightly, "yes, I'm great," I gushed, reveling in the powerful orgasm he gave me, or rather, forced out of me.

"Hmm, God, sweetie, that was really something,"

I blushed, peeling myself away, suddenly very conscious of my nakedness.

"Are you always that passionate in the throes of ecstasy?"

"Well, generally I'm usually not that forward."

"Well that's good," he kissed my neck where the leather met skin, watching my heaving chest, the way I attempted to relearn the concept of breathing., "I can't have you calling all the shots, where does that leave me?"

I was warm and shy now, inexplicably shy. He had taken something from me, but filled it with something new- something of vague fecundity, something blind and presumptuous for hardly knowing me.

"Baby," he breathed in my hair as he pulled me back against him. In his arms, he nuzzled my neck. Kissing me, he dragged his tongue from the base of my neck to my ear in a swoop of his tongue, playfully out of character.

"Hmmm," I smiled, squirming in his lap. I felt bold in this moment, a dangerous intimacy that was post-coital bliss. The truth just spilled out of me, and I was helpless to babble like this profession was poison I needed out of my system. Did people actually do this? Was this a lifestyle and not a secret? I sighed and warbled overtures to him, my affair with masochism and the shame that kept me from acting on it. I felt his grip around me and I felt safe, safe enough to spill out all of my dark, odious past lives.

It's hard to explain how honesty felt like the only answer to someone that could have easily been using me in the moment, but it felt like the only rational response- I felt his whip redeeming me, absolving me of my guilt, of my shame. The only man who had ever seen me so vulnerable was owed something; I suppose, an explanation, maybe. Perhaps it was in his passion that I recognized the same kind of hurt I carried around with me- pain that I thought he could explain to me. All I looked for in my dizzied journeys of the self all I wanted was proof, answers to why I felt so deeply, what the pain was worth and where it came from. If he could inflict it and not exploit the woman beneath him, I felt he could translate the world of pain. What it meant to want it, and appreciate what it was I'd be willing to give him. I whispered to him in the warm dark room about my past of abusive relationships, the curious allure to self harm, and the cage I lived in that was an eating disorder. He listened quietly as I unraveled myself, leaving myself totally bare. I was overcome with something, then; his warmth, his knowledge of me. I stuttered something in complete blindness that I wasn't even sure I meant- some welter of emotion, some tangle of will and humility.

"Oh, Julian. That was so intense, so beautiful, I've never experienced something like that. . . I . . . I just love you."

He stiffened, his arms sliding from me, retracting. I felt the floor crumbling, the foundation of the building disappear, "Oh, Cadence," maybe he didn't mean to be patronizing, but I felt a mad blush blooming hot on my face.

"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry."

I couldn't look at him.

"No, I'm sorry. That was stupid of me," I got up to pull my clothes on in whatever state they were in and wash the night out of my skin, but he grabbed my arm.

"It's not like that," he looked at me, "I can't do something like that. I can't get involved."

"No, I get it," I retreated back into myself, the vulnerability gone just like that. I tried to get up and save as much face as possible, but he wouldn't let go.

"No, you really don't. Honey, I'm engaged."

I shook my head laughing, "No", feeling sick.

"Well what about you? Where's your boyfriend?" his tone laced with accusation. Glancing at the alarm clock, I rolled my eyes, "Probably asleep. Where's your fiancée?"

"We're not going to move in together until we're married . . . we don't believe in living in sin,"

We looked at each other for a moment of tense silence and miraculously broke into laughter. Although it was more horrible than anything we needed the excuse to be horrible and grabbed it.

"Oh fuck, Julian, it's all your fault."

He nodded, "Yeah, right, all me. You're the one that came barging in on me."

Groping for a pack of camels, he lit one and offered a drag.

I took it from him and stared, studying him. He looked weak, his handsome face, his confidence, it all infuriated me. I hated that we were making light of the situation, but then, what did I want?

"I have to go." I took it and smothered the cigarette in its own embers and ashes.

He stood, leaning against the wall, watching me dress. He studied me as I buttoned my coat. I was almost out the door when he called out for me.

"Cadence," he walked up to me, lifted my chin to him easily and admonished; "you can't go out like that."

"What?" I looked up at him, impatient.

He reached for my neck, unbuckling the collar, and kissed me forcefully.

"Goodnight."

Later that night I was a tumult of guilt and lust. My hands busy on my body, frantic for the same sort of release he granted me. I was rocking, my hand between my legs on the mattress on the floor that served as my bed. I closed my eyes: he was on top of me again, his cursing encouragement. I worked my finger in tight circles on my clit, pumping another in and out of me, but I could do nothing but growl in frustration, whine into my pillow. It wasn't the same. There wasn't any humiliation involved, there wasn't the unpredictability I needed; there was nothing dominant about the way I touched myself. I had tried to get Ethan, my boyfriend of five years, to do something similar to me, but it was a joke. He couldn't hurt me in the same way and I didn't expect it from him. It was the fuel of something so intrinsically right but so conventionally wrong. The sense of betrayal I felt for his being attached and fucking me anyway and the fact that it made me a bad person for wanting him so badly in spite of the fact. I couldn't find the warmth and fire-licked lust of dominance, and so I gave myself to a heavy, dreamless sleep.

My life at that point was nothing extraordinary. I was dulled down, working for the most part and painting for the rest. All of the ambitions I had for myself in school were far from accomplished. I had always felt as though I was meant to be something special, I felt it in my bones. I thought, certainly, I would be discovered, that my art would be recognized and appreciated as something remarkable at one of my shows downtown. I hung around with the lot you'd associate with pretentiousness, connoisseurs of bullshit. Everyone I knew had a purpose in life, they were driven, they were drunk, they didn't know it but they would all be broke and jobless as a result of their unwarranted entitlement- we were all foolish, young enough to believe that one of us might make it. Surely with the undeniable talent and obvious passion, the odds would be in our favor. Although we didn't realize it at the time, you don't have to have to lack confidence, skill, or charisma to be cast aside, rejected. So what does one do with a failure that isn't supposed to belong to you?




Obsession



The answer came to me in pretty colored bottles, burning liquids and pills; it came in razor blades to cut lines and slipped a comforting lens over reality. I stayed with my current boyfriend, who majored in theatre and dealing. He kept me at a constant high for one blurry year, so that I hardly noticed his condescending tone. Sure, he'd talk down to me, berate or isolate me, keep me in line, a regular sadist. I didn't define it was abuse, maybe because he bought me oil paint to make up for the freshest bruises. He said he loved me, and that made sense at the time. Love wasn't worth anything free and un-bruised. Somehow it didn't last. I was exhibiting my exit show the night he was arrested for possession. It didn't surprise me; looking back, going into withdrawal was far worse than any sort of empty space he left.

I met Ethan somewhere in-between temporary homes. The only thing more striking in his appearance other than his height was the congenial warmth that seemed to surround him. We were both at a lame party of a mutual friend, and he was one of the few that interested me. Around us, inebriation poured from kegs as though we were in some Emily Dickinson poem, inebriated on air. Instead we began to talk about the personalities and disorders he could pinpoint all around us. As a grad student and a studying therapist, I thought he was somehow entitled to everyone's personality. , and wouldn't put up with any bullshit. I merely enjoyed the spectacle that everyone seemed to make of themselves. They were drunk on the social scene and the sheen of the constant supply of red plastic cups.

"I want to see you at work. Show me," I begged.

"What? That's so unprofessional!" He feigned shock.

"Please? Come on, I want to see," I managed to bat my lashes in a burlesque, mock-flirt.

"Okay, okay. See that girl? She's obviously had a rough time getting her father's approval," he joked, discreetly pointed out a girl, laughing a bit too loud, clinging to the elbow of some stiff, disinterested guy.

"And him? He's convinced no woman's ever going to live up to his mother," he tried to keep a straight face.

"No one is safe around you, huh?"

He smiled, and it struck me as something fantastic. Whatever he embodied, the geniality and light-hearted nature about him was contagious, and I clung to it.

"Analyze me," I looked to him, trying not to grin like a fool.

"You?" he looked me over, "you're too close-by, you might hear."

I arched an eyebrow, "Here, I'll go across the room, how about then?"

"No, you're too hard a case. I'll need a few years to study you, at least."

I moved in with him shortly after I left school and he started treating patients. For a short while I stayed with him until I found a paying job at the cafe somewhere between our apartments. Although it wasn't exactly the way I planned my life, it was better than the unpredictability of not having a steady income, of not knowing whether I was going to have to worry about what I was going to do next; I wasn't worried about not knowing. I was clean. I was safe. The problem with an addictive personality, though, is that some are especially and helplessly attracted to bad habits.They aren't always content with safe and predictable.

I woke up late for work the morning after. I cursed continually, finding something that would cover all of the marks that Julian had left on me just hours before. I almost felt a giddy rush in having to hide them, but was annoyed instead. Those little bites were at the expense of someone who wouldn't sleep with him, someone he claimed to love. She probably thought he was a kind, understanding, a modern day hero. To be honest, he wasn't unkind, nor wasn't he understanding. He was a one night stand, and I would have to get over it. I shook off all thought of him as I entered the old, antiquated coffee shop.

I had made it in about fifteen minutes early, forgetting that my alarm clock was set a quarter of an hour faster; Ethan hated my perpetual late streak, and would fuck with all of the clocks in my apartment, much to my irritation. Though, it usually worked to my advantage, I never stopped feeling like I had been tricked out of my tardiness. I planned to spend the borrowed time in the break room, applying the makeup I had neglected to do that morning, but when I reached for my makeup bag, I pulled out the collar. I dropped it on the table as though it had burned me. It was out in the open air, out of place, almost comical. I stared, taking a moment to realize he must have slipped it into my bag the night before as I was leaving. The bastard! I felt my face grow hot, my heart thudding in my chest. Hearing the unmistakable creak and whine of the door, I scrambled to get the incriminating strap of leather out of plain sight.

"Cadence! You're here early! Are you doing okay? You could've called in sick, you're pale as a sheet," Jacques, his usual, bustling self, pulled on his apron.

God! I smiled and reassured him that I was fine, feeling as though he could somehow see right through my bag.

"Traffic was a state this morning, of course," his accent was still something of a novelty to me, even having worked for him for a few years, "I heard this concerto I thought you'd like on NPR . . ."

I listened to him ramble cheerfully, interjecting the appropriate responses.

The morning went quickly as usual, giving me little time to focus on anything but orders. The soft, warm ambiance of the place always put me at ease, the smell of grinding coffee always managed to fill me with some comfort that reached back as far as my memory could. The high energy and cheerfulness we were required to promote in these early hours took more out of me than I anticipated that morning, and by the lull in business that late morning I was ready to call it a day. I was cleaning out the blender when Jacques' tapping woke me from a dull reverie.

"You have someone here for you," he raised his eyebrows, and I knew. . .

"''Morning, sunshine," Julian's smug look should've infuriated me but it flooded me with something like relief.

"Oh, hi," I looked up, feeling lame in my work clothes, "what are you doing here?"

"I don't have another class for about two hours," he checked his watch as if to confirm it, "why aren't you wearing your collar?" his voice lowered, his grin annoyingly charming.

"Can you take a break?"

I glanced over at Jacques, hating that Julian came during work, resenting that he had to do this in front of someone that knew I was in a relationship.

"It's fine, Caid, you can take the rest of the day off. It's going to be a slow one."

I shot him a grateful look, and stepped back from the counter, leaving them to their small talk.

Once I was alone in the break room, I had to sit down. It was too much. I felt like something in our understood secrecy had been violated, like work was sacred, an understood place you don't encroach upon. My fingers shook while I tried the combination on my locker. I didn't understand. What was he doing to me? I had just mentally sworn him off. I pulled out my purse, replaced it with my apron, and walked out.

"He's waiting outside," Jacques was clearing tables absently, looking up at me with concerned blue eyes.

I grimaced, trying to come up with some excuse.

"Look, I know it's not my place, Cadence, but I have to say I do not approve."

"Please, Jacques, you can't tell Ethan about this," I hated the whine I heard in my voice.

"I wasn't planning on it, love, just watch yourself."

I slipped into his small, sleek car, not bothering to buckle myself in.

"What did I say?" his voice took a note of condescension.

"What?" I looked dumbly at him.

"Your collar."

"What the hell, Julian?" I spat at him, pulling it out of my purse, dropping it in his lap.

"So you found it."

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You said you loved me," he looked serious now, holding it as though it might break, "did you mean it?"

"No I-, I don't know." I answered truthfully.

"Well I don't know either, but I saw something in you. I couldn't just let you stalk off, I couldn't. I want that submissive little bitch I had coming in my hand last night, and you want to be her. "

He grabbed my hand in a way that felt too rehearsed.

Pulling away, I watched something flare up in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter what we want, we both have obligations. We both have people we love."

He looked off, through the windshield for a moment, as though he hadn't considered my refusal as an option.

"But he doesn't make you come like I do, does he?"

I felt my face flush.

"That's really none of your damn business."

"Oh come off it, you're just sore I didn't profess my undying love to you."

I stared at him, planning on calling him a dick and slamming the door, going to Ethan's apartment and begging him for forgiveness. But what he said was true. I was hurt. I felt stupid. I gave myself to him for a few fleeting moments and I wanted him to love me for it.

"God, you're a dick," I stated, but the words were deflated.

"You'll have to get used to it."

He paused, looking me over, reached across me and locked my door.

"We need to establish some rules. This isn't the place for it so I'll give you a few to swallow on the car ride over. Whenever I see you I want that collar around your neck or I'm not going to touch you."

"The car ride?" I buckled the leather ring around my neck.

"We're going to take a drive, find somewhere more . . . secluded. Anyway, you don't refuse me unless you actually want me to stop, I don't want any of that defiant little cunt business to get a rise out of me. I don't work like that," I turned to face him, "Understand?"

I stared at his easy repose.

"Good."

"Wait . . . wait, Julian! Where are we going?"

"Don't ask questions."

Driving in a thick tension, he didn't bother to turn on the radio and so my loud, nervous stream of consciousness was let loose, bouncing off of the leather interior. I was seething; just who did he think he was? He spoke as though he knew and had tired of all my mannerisms already. Obviously pleased with himself, he tested me with complete confidence that I was on the edge of my seat, biting my nails. So we drove. I thought of what must have been on his mind as the gray monotony of city-decay started slowly morphing into muted city-suburb. He stopped then, pulling into a new neighborhood under construction. All of the dusty equipment: big, yellow, and black looked lonely- almost like an elephant graveyard. It didn't seem right to see all of them so quiet. So Still.

"Wow, you really couldn't think of anything more romantic than this?"

"What makes you think you deserve anything better?"

I looked at him, a steel band tightening around my chest.

"What?"

"I didn't mean it like that, " he waved his hand as if to dismiss the words, " I was thinking about it, Cadence, really thinking. This isn't what I planned, no, but I really thought it over."

I stared, not even sure if I was angry, maybe severely stirred up.

"We need to come to an understanding about something. I could be romantic, I could take my time and learn what you like, I could learn to be your perfect compliment. I figured something just now- what you want isn't romance. You get that already and that isn't enough. You need me to just take something else. You're not interested in being loved, you just want to be hurt. Punished. Taken. You don't want any apologies for it, either."

"I . . ." I didn't know how to respond, or how I was supposed to.

"I'm not going to ask you why. It's just that I'm the closest, the easiest. Doms don't just come in and out of your life, so that makes me, what? An anomaly. It's the same with you. Like you said, we both have people we love. It's just that I want you, and what happened last night. It's nothing personal. I think we can manage to keep things physical and no one will get hurt."

I was aching to take off the collar, but it seemed to bond itself to my skin; it seemed more permanent.

"Am I wrong?" he challenged.

I stared at my hands, falling inwardly. I didn't understand why I couldn't refuse him. Why what he did to me was so intoxicating. I knew it was dangerous. I knew he had what I needed. What happened to my confidence, or at least the fury of being treated like. . . like a disobedient little bitch?

"No." I felt tears prick my eyes, "oh fuck," my voice broke and I sniffled, feeling like an idiot, trying to blink back the sting.

"Oh Cadence," everything about him softened, "sweetie."

I broke down, letting the sobs wrack my body.

"I'm sorry."

He held me awkwardly over the armrest while I wrinkled his shirt.

"Sweetie, no, no," he kissed me gently, "Cadence, have you ever been in a relationship like this before?"

I shook my head.

"Oh God, I'm an idiot," he tried to give me an apologetic smile, "I just assumed you knew what you were doing, that you knew what you wanted. I don't think . . ."

I hiccupped, "No, you're right. I don't want any apologies for it. You're right."

"I might be," Now I was undesirable at the look of doubt dusted over him. "I'm obviously going to have to slow this down."

"No. No that's not what I want. I don't want you to slow down. I want what you were doing, I just wasn't prepared for you to be so frank. God."

He stared at me and I knew I must've looked a mess, he let me sit in silence, nervously running my fingers through my hair.

"Take off your panties,"

I laughed nervously, but was met with a stern look that sent a rush through me.

"Wow, Julian, really?"

"Do I look like I'm fucking around? Should I drive back?"

I moved automatically, unbuckling my seat belt, lifting my hips and slipping them down my thighs, down my knees, to my ankles.

"Stop," he stared at them there, seemingly mesmerized, "leave them there,"

"What? Fuck!" He ignored me, unzipping his pants, slipping out his cock.

"I want your lips wrapped around my dick. Don't make me repeat myself."

I snapped out of my reverie immediately, pushing my hair back, taking him firmly in hand.

"God." he hissed as my hand worked up and down the length of his thickness. I wasn't sure I could get away with teasing him and I wasn't about to test whatever boundaries that had been lain down.

"Cadence . . . look at that face!"

He could read the lustful expression with an ease that excited me, I concentrated only on the hard, throbbing member in my grip. His pleasure was second to nothing, I wanted him to come thinking only of me. To come for me, on me. It was a sick thought that ran through my head, I thought, how perverted I must be.

"Oh fuck, baby," he groaned as I jerked him off quickly, "calm down. Slow," he managed to choke out as he took a fist to my hair. A small yelp of surprise escaped me as he dragged my head to his cock, "now suck."

"Oh!"

I licked at the head of his hard pole, my hand slowing to an excruciating, glacial pace. I swirled my tongue over it before I took it in my mouth, just barely sucking as I pumped slowly. I moved my other hand from supporting myself to massage his balls.

"Hmmmphhh, you fucking tease,"

I glanced up momentarily to see his eyes glazed over, lost in the pleasure of my warm, wet mouth tight around him. My lips stretched to accommodate to his swollen thickness, I sank my mouth lower on his cock, taking him millimeter by millimeter. I moaned around him, loving the way he felt in my mouth. I grew a perverse pride in giving him this moment of untranslatable pleasure- a sort of warmth that grows and growls into a roaring flame. I was dousing him with gasoline, I wanted to set him ablaze.   "Fuck!" he dismissed my hands and tangled his fingers in my hair, pumping into my mouth, fucking me. I struggled not to gag around him, my strangled cries for him to slow down lost in the filter, "choke on it, bitch!"

He thrust into my face, using me for his own lewd pleasure, and I was endlessly aroused by it. He growled, I could feel him start to tense. I was just a pair of lips at that point. I was just a hot mouth to defile and suck at him, to beg for him and moan around his dick. He stopped suddenly, pulling my head off of him.

"Stop, stop, I'm going to come!"

"What?" I gasped, "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Give me your panties," he groaned, his cock looking angry, shining wet with my saliva.

In a haze, I turned from him, quickly slipping them off of my ankles, and balling them up. I knew they were damp and was oddly ashamed of the fact. He took them from me, moving his seat back

"Get over here, straddle me."

I closed my eyes for a moment, "Julian!"

"Don't you dare refuse! Get over here."

I climbed over to the driver's seat, my legs on either side of his, and he pushed my skirt up, grabbing my pussy.

"Fuck, you're dripping!"

I blushed, unable to look away from his face. A look of surprise veiling the immense pleasure he found in my blush. He dragged two fingers up and down the length of me, rubbing my wetness over my clit.

"Oh you gorgeous whore," he growled as I closed my eyes, not daring to hold his hand to my cunt, "here," he pulled his fingers away from my wet slit and a whine from my mouth as he brought them to my lips.

"Suck," he gave me a look that warned me of any protests as they parted, "oh you sweet cunt," he began to fuck my mouth with his fingers, letting me moan around them. God! It was so fucking dirty!

"That's enough," he scolded, kissing me hard, probing his tongue into my mouth.

"Hmmmphh," it was an impassioned, famished kiss. He was finding a cure to some malignant disease in my mouth. He needed me, I felt it in the urgency, in famished bites and licks.

"Okay, okay," he pulled away, slightly breathless. He reached into his pocket, balling up my panties, "open," he said as though he were a doctor with a tongue depressor.

I groaned as he stuffed my mouth, gagging me with my own panties.

"I want you to fuck me. No fucking around. I want to come in you." the words came out of him like a waterfall, he needed me. I don't know who was more desperate at that point.

I did, too. I lowered myself onto his hard, waiting cock. It felt impossibly large, I whined behind my gag, the taste of my own juices still in my mouth, cotton and cunt. He watched my face in some rapt fascination, watching my expression as I impaled myself on his thick, hard dick.

"Cadence, Ohh!"

I closed my eyes, my pleasure was so immense, my need so chaotic that any humiliation of the act was irrelevant. The way he stretched me, filled me with his cock. I moaned his name into my own fucking panties.

"Fuck me, Baby!"

Oh, and I did. I was enraptured, rocking my hips, riding him. I worked myself on his cock. Using him, taking him. It felt so obscene! I knew it must look so incredibly lewd. My eyes were shut tight, my teeth clenched. There was nothing but his hardness throbbing inside me as I slid up and down his thick cock. I was taken away, taking him with me.

"Oh, Oh, Fuck!" his hands had found their way onto my ass, clawing into me, moving me as fast as he needed me.

His whole body seemed to seize up, holding me tight, rearranging the molecules in the air with a deep groan.

I felt him coming inside me like he was filling me with his soul. I felt his warm seed gushing into me and I couldn't help but claw into him. He jerked into me, pushing his hips up, piercing me with his cock.

His whole body relaxed, then, taking the panties from my mouth. He pocketed them, pulling me to him. Seeking me out, covering his mouth with mine, gasping into me, groaning for me. Kissing, kissing me with slow, grateful fervor- passionate, reassuring.

"Good girl!"

Driving back, he had me look through his CDs and slip in something burned that I couldn't recognize. A lack of words didn't provide any tension or seem to perturb either us. We were lighter, full of each other. I sat back, watching him drive. I stared openly, as though I hadn't looked at him before. In his cerulean blue dress shirt and black trousers, he looked the part of conductor; his face at rest was serious, seemed to make some statement about how seriously he took himself, how he demanded respect. Those lips that were just on my face, neck, and chest. Those hands loose on the steering wheel, those knowing hands that seemed so sure of every touch, so sure I'd love it.




Obsession



"Taste the whip in love not given lightly, taste the whip and bleeeed for me," the voice coming from the sound system seemed to be laughing at me. I tried not to take it personally.

Julian glanced over, smiling at my raised brow.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist."

"Very funny. Is it some sort of requisite now- after we fuck you have to take a crack at me?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he lowered the windows, managing to grin while lighting a cigarette, then offering the pack to me.

"I don't smoke anymore," I shook my head.

"What, since last night?" His eyes were still on the road.

"That was a freak accident. Lightning doesn't strike twice."

"Sometimes it does. What about right now?"

The city began to roll back into view, I began to recognize more street names and buildings; everything looked unbearably familiar.

I took a drag.

It was still early afternoon when he dropped me off in the parking lot without so much as a kiss goodbye.

"Back so soon?"

Jacques had come out for a cigarette break, I sat on the flimsy metal patio furniture with him.

"Hi,"

"Since when do you smoke? What is this, Cadence?"

I shrugged, guilty, "I used to."

"Ethan came by earlier," he watched my reaction carefully.

"Oh yeah? What did you tell him?" I felt anxiety unfurl in the pit of my stomach.

"You took off with a friend for lunch, someone I didn't recognize, some blonde."

I sighed in relief, "Thanks."

"He said you had plans? He seemed hurt."

We sat in a silence that I wasn't used to, as his personality as I knew it wasn't tolerant of gaps in conversation.

"I'm not going to lie for you again," he continued, "I really like Ethan and I don't like getting in the middle of things."

I nodded, guilty, "Thanks. God, this is just so weird, It's happening so fast." I gave him minor details, lying, telling him it was something I had under control.

"Hmm okay, but for a fling he sure doesn't lose time what with the distinctive taste in jewelry."

My hand rose to my neck immediately, rouge creeping to tint my face, "Yeah, he's a scream."

"I'll bet," he flicked the butt of his cigarette, shooting me a look.

"Oh, God, don't make me blush."

"Take it off," he smiled, though something was off about him, "it doesn't really go with the uniform."

I laughed, relieved.

"God, Jacques, what do I do? I already feel like I'm too deep into this."

He shot me an incredulous look, "After one night? No flowers, either, I bet."

I rolled my eyes, "Don't tell me you can't relate, wooing all of these yankee girls."

"I didn't say I couldn't relate."

Our conversation felt more comfortable, as usual. I suppose I expected something like disapproval to mark every word that fell out of his mouth. I couldn't detect any, though, just his own dishonesty- he was plagued with information. I hated that in the short amount of time, Julian was already disinterested in any sort of discreetness. Two days I had known him and already he was poisoning the well water.

I drove home and decided on a shower; I had already made plans to spend the night at Ethan's and I didn't want to have Julian on me. I littered the floor of my bedroom with my clothes, entering the small, closet-like bathroom. I stared at my reflection, my fair skin blemished with his bites, where he had marked me, claimed me as though he were marking his territory. I leaned in, combing my hair back, looking at my face, taking off my small, pink bra. I studied myself in the mirror. I wasn't the typical seductress. My straight auburn hair hung in smooth tresses, I wasn't conventionally beautiful, and I was oddly proud of my collar bones. I wasn't the voluptuous, ditzy blonde stereotype to break up relationships. I had to admit that he wasn't leaving anyone for me. He made that clear. Was it so wrong? Of course it was. I thought of Ethan: sweet, funny, smart, Ethan. He was the romantic, the good guy with the slutty girlfriend that couldn't control herself. He had been there for me when I needed him unconditionally- always logical, always optimistic. Supporting my air-drowning fish of a career, buying me sunflowers . . . what more did I need? What was wrong with me?

I stepped under the cascade of hot water, groaning. The steam loosened me up as I lathered shampoo into my hair. But Julian. . . Julian was a different matter all together. I sighed, watching the soap spiral down the drain. It wasn't just rough sex. It wasn't just being taken instead of given to. Everything he did was pure passion, his touch set me aflame. He understood women; he understood sex, specifically dominance. I knew he wasn't going to exploit me with the dangerous chemistry we had between us. Julian was honest with what we were, brutally honest, and I didn't even really know him. He was more honest with me about what I wanted than I was with myself. I ignored all of my better judgment, abused the safe, reliable love I already had for a passion I wasn't even wholly sure of. What was love to me if I would abuse it for something so temporary? I had to see Ethan. I had to see if what I thought I felt for him was still there. What if something had atrophied in me in the time it had taken Julian to put a collar around my neck, tying a string to my heart? I didn't know if I could exist as one or the other and I had to find out.

That night I felt anxious for the first time at Ethan's flat. I wasn't a practicing slut, and I felt it was written all over me.

"Hey sweetie," I gave him a timid hug and was greeted with a quick kiss.

"Hey, Jacques told me you went out with Annie today?"

I nodded, careful, "I'm sorry I forgot you were coming!" I gave him my best look of despair.

He tapped my jaw with his fist in mock abuse, tsking in disapproval, "It's fine, I just thought we could go catch a matinee or something. Anyway, I'm used to it, you flighty thing."

I smiled, grateful for his indifference. I expected his suspicion, though, which was ridiculous: this, the thought-process of the guilt-ridden. I was Lady Macbeth sitting on his couch, under his arm, ignoring his nibbling kisses. The bluish light cast over us in the dark of the room, some old, sad French film about orphans during World War II was on, the only source of light in the room. I couldn't focus on the plot as my mind was wandering constantly. Every act was a caricature of normalcy. I forgot how I acted and who I was around him. Out damn spot.

"Hey, you owe me at least one good kiss," he protested and I realized how cold and unresponsive I must have seemed.

"You're right, poor baby," I kissed him sympathetically, "Au revoir, les enfants," I called as I turned off the TV. Darkness swallowed the room, save for the ever-present glow of city from the window and I straddled him as he leaned back. My mind flashed with thoughts of Julian, filling me with a sick excitement.

"Ooh," he growled into my neck, kissing me.

I felt him growing hard against me, his hands working at my shirt, trying to unbutton it and I panicked, remembering Julian's handiwork.

"No, no, no," I broke our sweet, hungry kiss, "wait,"

He raised an eyebrow and grinned, nearly eliciting a sigh of relief on my part. I rose up on my knees, sliding down my skirt.

He groaned, aroused, at my lack of panties.

I blushed, "Do you . . . like it?"

"Yes!"

There wasn't much of a sensation as he touched me although it was gentle, although I could feel it, although it was what I used to love most in these heated moments. His strong hands swept over the bites and bruises Julian left, making me wince and kiss him harder. It brought on a flash of Julian- his face when he was coming, his hands on my tits, his teeth dragging over my flesh.

"Fuck me," I growled in his ear.

"Hmm this is what you've wanted all day, wasn't it?"

I nodded, closing my eyes. Fuck it. Why not?

"I'll take care of that, honey."

But he couldn't. Not anymore.



Obsession



It's always him I think about. 

Of course, I'd never actually tell him that, it'd make things far too awkward between us, and some things are really best to remain unsaid.

We did kiss once, a frenzied, drunken pull in a corner of a dingy nightclub. We were on a night out with our group of friends, and somehow it ended up just the two of us, necking shots and leaning on each other for support as we staggered from the dance floor to collapse at an empty table. I remember the palpable chemistry between us as I took the initiative and made the first move, our tongues immediately intertwined, my fingers knotted into his hair as he pulled me into his lap. We stayed there until closing time, snogging like teenagers, drunk on a heady mix of lust and alcohol.

I allowed myself to float home afterwards, my make-up smudged and my hair stuck to my head, certain that this was the fairytale ending I'd always wanted for us, and that he'd pop round to my flat the next day with a DVD and a McDonalds to ease our mutual hangovers.

It didn't happen. He didn't text me for four days, and when he did, he didn't mention our kiss. 

Of course I brought it up the next time I saw him face to face. I'm a girl; I can't let these things lie. I remember him avoiding eye contact and blushing as he told me that we couldn't let anything happen again because we were "too close" as mates, and despite my clumsy attempts to entice him out to the cinema or to the pub, he seemed to cling to the rest of our social circle, ensuring the two of us were never alone together.

It was awkward for a while. We avoided each other, we pulled other people, he started seeing a girl from his work, I dated a couple of guys but no-one I really wanted to be with.

We're mates again now, and I don't think he would even consider me in that way if I was the last girl on earth. It makes me sad, because he's single at the moment, as am I, and every night, when I curl up alone under my duvet, it's him I see in my fantasies, lying with me, holding me, his arms warm and manly around me. 

It's his hands I imagine as I run my own over my body, feeling my skin soft and smooth under my fingertips, teasing myself, my nipples hardening exquisitely, almost painfully as the touch moves from my full, sensitive breasts down the curve of my stomach, tracing the outline of my knickers. 

I see his eyes, an amazing, unusual shade of hazel, drawing me in, sparkling with mischief, suggestive of the filth he has planned for me as he firmly grasps my wrists, stretching my arms above my head, his tongue already dancing a trail down my neck to my waiting nipple, biting, hurting me in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

I feel his strong hands push my thighs apart as he settles between them, pulling the soft satin of my knickers up into my waiting pussy before tugging them roughly down, leaving them around my ankles so that my legs are bound together in an arch that he lifts easily onto his shoulders, moving in close to me as my ankles settle onto his broad back. The slight stubble he often sports grazes lightly across my shaven pussy as he blows cool air across my lips, which are already slick with my juices, wet for him, my body on edge and electrified by his presence. I watch the glint in those eyes as he slowly, teasingly, tastes me, sliding his hands under my arse, lifting my rapidly dampening cunt into his face as his tongue flicks over my clit and the full length of my lips. 

His tongue pushes insistently inside me, probing my pussy, making me squirm with pleasure as my body relaxes, desperate to let him as deep into me as humanly possible. I hear my moans of enjoyment as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my arse, supporting my bodyweight as he eats my quivering cunt, my fingers twisting into his dark hair like the night we first kissed, his tongue dancing the patterns over my clit that I remember from our messy kisses in the club.

I'm ready. I close my eyes as I slide a finger inside myself, losing myself again in the fantasy that it's him gently opening me up, one finger at a time, working my pussy until he has three fingers buried inside me, fucking me harder now, his eyes locked on mine as he watches my reaction, that dirty smile of his lazily breaking over his face as he watches my tits bounce with his efforts.

I hear his voice, whispering to me, telling me how beautiful I am, how filthy I look lying there opened up to him like this, how he is going to fuck me in every position I can think of until I cum all over his cock. His crude words turn me on even more, and my moans get louder, in time with his fingers pounding my pussy.

I reach out to him, trying to reach his beautiful hard cock that I can already see outlined against his boxers. He stays in position between my legs, not quite letting me reach him, and I sink back against my pillows, frustrated. He smiles, that amazing smile, letting me know that my frustration won't last for long. Removing his fingers from my pussy, he frees my bound ankles, tenderly rubbing the indentations on my legs where the satin has dug into my flesh, and trails the soft knickers up my leg, over my hot pussy, and up my body, dragging the silky material over my rigid nipples. I cry out as he leans over me, every nerve ending in my body standing to attention at the feather-light touch of the material across my skin. 

He draws my knickers back down my body, over my stomach and from my hip down to my waiting cunt, grazing the material over my clit and making me jolt in surprise as he applies a bit of pressure, rubbing me with the satin and covering it liberally with my hot, clear juices. 

"I want you," I breathe, begging him to stop teasing me.

His response is to kiss me fleetingly, before pushing the damp material of my own knickers into my mouth. 

"We're doing this on my terms," he smiles, as I bite down on his home-made gag, tasting myself and how turned on I am.

I moan into the material, watching him remove his boxers just out of my reach and positioning himself on top of me, his rock-hard cock sliding easily along my soaked pussy without actually pushing inside.

"Should I tease you for a bit more?" he muses, lining his cock up as if to fuck me, and give me the release I so desperately need. 

I shake my head, pleading him with my eyes, and he pauses, pinning me down and slowly circling his hips, rubbing his dick against me, not quite sliding into me. I try to raise my hips up to meet him, but he rises with me, staying in the same infuriating position, driving me crazy.

"OK, I'm ready to fuck your cunt now," he breathes, finally plunging his cock into me in one fluid movement. I groan loudly and he adjusts the knickers in my mouth, warning me that any further noise won't be tolerated. I bite down, struggling to remain silent as he fucks me in missionary position, his cock hot and hard inside me, his hands lightly on my throat, dominating me, his gorgeous, filthy eyes showing that he is really getting off on using my body like this.

His cock fills me up, his lips are on mine as he thrusts inside me, and I inhale the scent of his aftershave and sweat, the smell of him that I'd know even if I were to go blind. He's my obsession, my world, and I wish he knew how strongly I feel about him.

Grasping me firmly, he pushes his cock hard down into me, rolling me over so I move on top, straddling him. He is impaling me, and I love it. I grind my hips down into his, watching him groan, at my mercy. The power has changed, and I remove the knickers from my mouth, slowly transferring them to his.

His eyes show his smile, as he reaches up to grab my tits. I ride him hard, the wet slop of my cunt and our combined gasps the only noises in the room. I reach down, frigging my own clit, tossing my hair, arching my back, thrusting my tits into his hands, putting on a show that's as much for his benefit as mine. 

I thrust harder, bringing myself ever closer, my thighs are aching, but I don't want to stop for a second. His eyes are closed, and he moans, muffled by my knickers in his mouth. My clit feels like it's about to explode, it's so sensitive, and I deliberately tighten my pussy around him, milking his hard-on, giving my all.

Suddenly, he spits the moist satin from his mouth. "I love you," he gasps, rolling me onto my back, pushing my legs up and hooking then onto his shoulders, making my pussy tighten round him even more. He pistons into me, fucking me harder than anyone ever has before. The combination of the relentless thrusting against my G-spot and the position, crushing my lungs, making me short of breath, brings me off. At the same moment I feel him explode inside me, I close my eyes, throwing my head back into the pillow, feeling my cunt spasm around his cock, my whole body trembling. I ride the waves of pleasure, seeing in my mind's eye his face as he releases his hot cum inside me, as we revel in our mutual release.

Always, always, it's his name I sigh as I finally allow myself to come down from my orgasm, my horny thoughts still whirling around in my head as I settle into post-orgasmic bliss, imagining him wrapping me in his arms as we spend the night together.

Like I say, I can never tell him my fantasies. It'd make things far too awkward. I just have to hope he reads this story someday and realises that it's about him...



Obsession



 (Special thanks to Bad Penny for her help in proofreading the story.)

*

"Just bring it in here!" Erica heard the woman's shout clearly through the door, and she adjusted the package in her hand to try the doorknob. It opened easily, revealing a large studio apartment. The place seemed like a nightmare of disorganization, big blocks of stone everywhere, chipped and sanded into a variety of strange and disturbing shapes. Tarps covered some of the pieces, various stone-working tools lay on tables throughout the apartment, and a pile of cushions in the corner suggested that whoever lived here, they didn't pay much attention to things like "sleeping".

Erica looked around for a moment, and finally spotted the owner of the voice in a corner, polishing a statue that looked like a claw made out of smoke. It was a woman, one with just a faint stubble of black hair on her shaved head, wearing goggles, a tank-top, and a pair of panties. Erica blushed a little, but the woman didn't even notice as she waved Erica over. "What do you think?" she said without preamble. "It's called 'Fear'."

Erica looked at the statue, uncertain of what to say. She was pretty sure that the woman didn't know why Erica was here, and even more sure that she didn't care. "It's not making me afraid."

The woman sighed. "You're looking at it too representationally. You have to engage with sculpture on a more spiritual level, that's what abstract art is all about. I'm guessing you don't go to museums much, do you?"

Erica held up the package, at this point just waiting for a chance to give it to its recipient gracefully and get the hell out. "No, I...um, are you..." She looked at the name on the label. "Miranda Madsen?"

The woman sighed. "Yes...and let me guess, Erica," she said, making a show of reading Erica's name tag, "you'd like to enrich your mind by engaging with avant-garde artwork, but there always seems to be something good on TV, right?"

Erica bit her lip. 'Miranda Madsen' was a customer, and there was no point in arguing with a customer. She'd never see her again anyway. Let her be smug if she wanted to. "Sign here, please," she said, holding up an electronic tablet.

Miranda took the tablet, but instead of signing, she walked off to another part of the room. Erica darted after her, but Miranda was paying no attention to the rituals of package delivery. "See, you're exactly the kind of person that my work is aimed at, Erica. You're someone who probably has a first-rate mind underneath layers of ingrained pop-culture detritus and mass-produced schlock masquerading as art, but you've never tried to engage it. Somewhere, deep under layers of Britney Spears and Brangelina and People Fucking Magazine, the part of you that engages with the higher self, the subconscious element that appreciates truth, the, oh, hell, let's call it a soul, that part is ready to appreciate my work, or at least, that's how I feel about it." Erica felt like Miranda was throwing up a verbal wall to prevent any sort of meaningful interaction, but before she could deliver a statement to that intent, Miranda had pulled off a tarp. "This is really my 'entry-level' piece. I call it 'Obsession'. And no, it's got nothing to do with the cologne."

Erica looked at the 'sculpture'. It was just a cube made out of stone, two feet in all dimensions, resting on a pedestal. She walked all around it, but it was still just an ordinary stone cube. "I don't get it," she said. Part of her enjoyed Miranda's failure to 'move her soul', part of her felt a little bit dumb for not understanding the meaning of the piece. But it was still just a cube.

Miranda nodded. "That's normal at first. Try looking at it for a bit."

Erica looked at it. Then looked at it a bit longer. "Sorry, still don't get it. I mean, why is it called 'Obsession'? It's just a cube."

Miranda said, "You're still thinking representationally. You have to engage with it on the spiritual level, think of the symbolism of the piece. It..." she looked at Erica and sighed. "Never mind." She signed the electronic tablet, and handed it back to Erica. "Thanks. Just set the package down anywhere on your way out."

*****

It was stupid, Erica thought as she continued on her drive. Why would it be called 'Obsession'? It didn't look like an obsession; an obsession wouldn't even have a shape. Why would you try to sculpt something that didn't have a shape, and why would you wind up with a shape like that when you were done?

The thought nagged at her for the rest of her route, and even when she got home, she was bothered by the notion. If she'd tried, Miranda couldn't have chosen a worse way to represent an obsession. It just didn't make any sense. Erica ate her dinner quickly and almost turned on the TV, but thought better of it and instead went to bed. 'Obsession'? She tossed and turned, trying to make some sense of the title of the piece. Hardly.

*****

The next day, she found herself back at Miranda's apartment. It was Erica's day off, and she'd been planning to go to the beach and get some sun, but something about that sculpture had stuck in her head. It just didn't make sense. She knocked on Miranda's door. "Come in!", she shouted from inside the apartment, and Erica once again let herself in.

Miranda looked up from the piece she was working on. This time, she was wearing a pair of shorts, but no top--just a bra. Erica wondered if she ever even noticed what she was wearing. "Oh, Erica! Back for more mental stimulation, eh? Or do you just have some more chisels for me?"

Erica blushed a little. "I, um...actually, I wanted to see that sculpture you showed me yesterday. Y'know, 'Obsession'? It didn't make any sense to me, and I thought that with maybe another look, I might..."

"Engage your brain? Possibly, possibly." Miranda led her to the back, where the sculpture sat under a tarp. She grabbed Erica a chair, and pulled the tarp off. "There you go, look to your heart's content. I'll be around, working on 'Fear' and 'Loathing'. I should probably sell them to the Las Vegas Chamber of Commerce." She paused for a laugh, looked at Erica's bemused expression, sighed, and said, "I'll leave you with the rock." She walked off.

Erica looked at the cube. It was big. Something about the way it formed a perfect cube made it seem bigger than just a lump of rock. But it didn't seem to say, "Obsession." It just said, "Big." She leaned closer, trying to glean details. Perhaps it was something in the carving of the stone? Something in the texture?

She got up, walked around it, and sat back down again. Perhaps she needed to examine the whole thing, inch by inch...

After a while, Miranda tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey!" she said. Erica almost jumped. Miranda had changed into a slinky black dress, and Erica hadn't even noticed. "Sorry to kick you out, but I've got a gallery opening in a few hours, and I can't leave you in the house alone." She gestured to the two-foot cube of solid rock. "You never know, you might walk out with this thing under your shirt." Erica was able to chuckle at that one. "So is it making more sense to you now?"

Erica sighed and shook her head, feeling foolish. "I don't get it any more than I did yesterday. Maybe I just don't get modern art."

Miranda smiled. "It's not whether you get modern art, Erica. It's whether modern art gets you." She laughed loudly at that, but Erica just smiled in confusion.

*****

At home, in bed, the sculpture seemed to mock her with its resolute refusal to be understood. It was just a big, square rock, but Miranda kept insisting that there was a hidden meaning that Erica could unlock if she just spent the time and used her brains. But there wasn't. There wasn't! She was sure of it! She'd looked at it for hours, and there was nothing obsessive there!

She finally fell asleep around three AM, but her dreams were filled with the sculpture, grown to gigantic size (or maybe she'd shrunk), and she woke up bleary and unrested. She made the decision to call in sick, and head back to Miranda's. Maybe one more day of staring at the sculpture would make a link between it and 'obsession' make some kind of sense.

When she got there, though, Miranda wasn't there. The door was locked. Erica rubbed her brow in frustration. What could she do now? She couldn't exactly leave without figuring out what was so important about the sculpture, but she didn't know where Miranda was. Or how long she was going to be. Waiting was just silly.

A half-hour later, Miranda came up the stairs with a bag full of groceries, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Erica leapt to her feet when she saw her. "Hi!" she said. "I'm so glad to see you, I stopped by to--"

Miranda smiled, but somehow it looked...cruel. "Look at the statue, yes." She nodded at the bag. "Could you hold this?"

"Sure!" Erica took the bag out of Miranda's hand, allowing her to reach into her pocket for her keys. "So, yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if, um..."

Miranda went into the apartment. Erica followed behind her. "Actually, it is getting kind of inconvenient, Erica. I mean, I do have work to do, and here you are, pestering me again to get a look at a piece that you really should understand by now. I don't know if I have the time to indulge you today."

Erica felt like she was going to cry. "But...but I called in sick from work, just to look at the piece, please! I have to look at it, I need to!"

Miranda bit her lip in contemplation. "I don't know...you'd have to make it worth my while."

Erica's eyes widened. "I...I don't have much money..."

Miranda chuckled. "I do. I killed last night at the gallery. But money wasn't really what I was thinking about." She pulled her jeans off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. "I was thinking that if seeing the sculpture was really that important to you, you might want to do something I like doing first."

Erica's face flushed. "I...I'm not into women."

"I am. And I haven't gotten any for months." She sat down on one of the chairs, her legs spread lewdly.

"But...I..." she looked over at the sculpture, still hidden under the tarp, and then back over at Miranda's cunt. "I really don't want to do this, Miranda..."

"But you really do want to look at the sculpture, don't you?" Erica nodded. "In fact, I think you used the exact phrase, 'need to'. And this is something you have to do before you can look at the sculpture. Therefore, Erica," she pointed between her legs, "this is something you really do want, even need, to do."

Erica took a step forward. "Is..." she took another step, and knelt down in front of Miranda. "Is it going to make sense to me this time?"

Miranda grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to Miranda's waiting pussy. "Just think about it a little bit longer, lover."

Erica ran her tongue along Miranda's pussy lips, tasting warm musk. Thinking about it longer would be easy. It was all she could think of. Even now, as she sucked gently on Miranda's clit, the only thing that was really important was 'Obsession'. She needed to understand it, the need was as tangible as the fluids she lapped up from Miranda's cunt. It had become all-consuming now, and she felt like she was close to a breakthrough. Miranda wrapped her legs around Erica's head and rode her as Erica continued to lick. "That's it, that's a good girl, right there, oh, ohhh..."

Erica felt Miranda climax, and almost stopped to ask if she could see the sculpture now, but Miranda didn't let go of her, and she knew that Miranda wanted more. Which meant that Erica had to give it to her. Because the only way to see the sculpture again was to please Miranda, and she needed to see the sculpture.

*****

The next day, Erica was back again. Work hadn't been happy about her calling in sick two days in a row, and Erica knew her excuses hadn't been convincing. But the sculpture was more important. She felt like she was no closer to understanding what the 'Obsession' was than when she'd started, and spending six hours tongue-fucking Miranda yesterday had meant that she'd gotten a lot less time to spend looking at it.

When she walked in, Miranda was naked. She wasn't even working on anything, just standing there, bent over a table, completely naked. "Back for more?"

"I just...I wanted to see the sculpture again. I hoped that you...I mean, we did a lot of that yesterday, and I thought that maybe..."

"Oh, I'm a little sore down there, Erica. That's why I wanted to try something different. Come here."

Erica walked over. "I..."

"Get down on your knees."

Erica knelt down. "Do we...have to do this?"

"Oh, yes, we most definitely do." Miranda wiggled her hips. "Now...kiss my ass, Erica."

"I...I..."

"Oh, Erica, you spent six hours yesterday licking my pussy just to get twenty minutes to look at the sculpture. Is this really so much worse? Just lean forward," Erica leaned forward, "and kiss." Miranda's full, shapely buttocks filled her vision, but in her mind, she saw only the sculpture as she pressed her lips against them.

Miranda pressed back against her. "Good girl," she said. "Was that so bad?"

"N-no..."

"No, ma'am. I created that sculpture you're so enamored with, Erica. Show a little respect, please."

"S-sorry, ma'am."

"That's OK. Kiss again. Use your tongue this time."

Erica licked her way along Miranda's ass, unsure exactly how she'd gotten to this point, but knowing that she couldn't stop now. It was too important to her. It was the most important thing in the world to her.

She spread Miranda's ass-cheeks apart almost before she'd been told, and tongued Miranda's asshole patiently. A part of her tried to remember that she wasn't into girls, but she knew that thinking like that would keep her from seeing the sculpture, and not seeing the sculpture would mean that it wouldn't make sense to her, and if it didn't make sense, then her life didn't make sense. So really, she thought, becoming an enthusiastic lesbian ass-licker was the only sensible thing to do.

Miranda moaned. "Good...ohhhh, good girl..."

*****

"Have you forgotten the rules?"

Erica shook her head. "N-no, Ma'am." She started peeling her clothes off. Yesterday, Miranda had forbidden her to wear clothing whenever they were alone together. "I--I just..." She dropped her shirt onto the floor. "I'm not sure I can keep doing this, Ma'am." Her eyes were shadowed, exhausted with the effort of trying to understand so many new, strange concepts.

"Don't be silly. You've learned a lot about Modern Art the last few days."

"I...I know, Ma'am, but..." She stepped out of her jeans, leaving them puddled on the floor next to her sandals. "I've called in sick for the last four days now, my boss is threatening to fire me, I...I don't know how I'll make rent if I have to find a new job..." She could feel hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she undid her bra and tossed it onto the pile of clothes. "I want to understand, I really do, but it's just so hard..." Her panties fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked. "I...I should go," she said, realizing with a start that she'd planned to make that statement before undressing.

Miranda took her hand. "You'll never get anywhere with that kind of talk," she said, leading her once again to the tarp-covered sculpture. "I think you need a few more Art Appreciation Lessons."

"N..." It was hard to say 'No' to Miranda now, especially with the thought that she might get to see the sculpture right away today. Maybe she'd get to look at it longer today, really get to grips with the piece. "I...n...I..." Miranda pulled the tarp off. Erica went silent.

"That's right," Miranda said. She went over to a box in the corner, pulled out a harness, and strapped it around her waist. She fitted a long, black dildo into the harness, gave it a good dollop of lubrication, and went back over to where Erica still hadn't moved. "Bend over, girl. Put your hands on the sculpture. It's alright, you can touch it."

With a shivering moan of anticipation, Erica leaned in and pressed her hands eagerly to the stone, feeling its smooth, polished texture under her fingers. Leaning in this close, bent over and staring at it, the sculpture seemed to fill her entire field of vision, fill her entire world. She saw herself reflected in the polished stone, almost like she was trapped inside of it. The fake cock slipped into her, feeling so thick and hard and full, and as she felt Miranda pounding it into her, she realized how badly she needed to come. All the sexual tension of the last few days suddenly just crystallized in her brain and she needed to come so bad, needed to keep staring at the sculpture, needed sex and needed to understand and needed, oh so badly needed to be right here, right now, being fucked from behind while looking at the sculpture that was so important. Miranda was right. Nothing else was important but this, right here, right now, so thick, so hard, so...

"You understand even better now, don't you, Erica?"

Erica stuck her tongue out and gave the smooth stone a long, lascivious lick. "Yes, Ma'am..."

Miranda pounded the strap-on into her even harder. "Good girl."

Erica came. Hard.

*****

The knock came again at the door. "Come in!"

Erica walked in, wearing a leather dog collar, a bikini, and nothing else. As soon as she closed the door, she took off the bikini. "I'm here, Ma'am. The delivery company let me go today."

Miranda came up behind her and pinched her tits. "You don't care, do you?"

"No, Ma'am. Only the sculpture is important." Erica fell to her knees, shuddering with pleasure.

"And who created the sculpture?" Miranda walked around in front of her, presenting her ass to Erica to kiss.

"You did, Ma'am." Erica kissed her ass reverently.

"Only I am important."

"Only you are important."

"Good girl." Miranda turned around and pressed Erica's face to her pussy. "I knew you'd understand Higher Art eventually."

THE END



Obsession



This story is based on reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. It's fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on.

Oh yes... the woman at the heart of this tale is Erika Donati. She is even hotter in real life than she is in the story. 

*

I felt the sexual heat run through my body and settle in my pussy. How could I feel so aroused, just from a series of glances?

Callie and I had found a restaurant close to the newly renovated convention centre. It had looked a little upmarket for us but the table d'hôte menu had been surprisingly within our budget. And in that early afternoon time zone between the end of business lunch and the start of happy hour, it was relatively empty. 

The morning workshop had gone on for far too long and the only relief from the droning speaker had been when Callie had started her sexual games. I'm sure a couple of delegates nearby had noticed when she slipped her hand under the hem of my skirt but that sort of thing only encouraged her more. 

We'd been an item for a couple of years now, ever since we'd met at a student demonstration in London. One thing had led to another. We'd gone with another group to a pub afterwards and as people had drifted away, Callie had told me she loved brunettes and invited me back to her small bedsit for 'coffee'. 

I'd been with other women before, of course, but until I'd felt her fingers and mouth ravaging me, I'd been content to drift between lovers of either gender. She'd devoured me completely and since that night I'd been completely devoted to her. 

I'd long ago discovered that the idea of sex in public, with a real danger of being seen, was quite a turn on for her. She was incorrigible in that mood and the long white tablecloth had allowed her to continue her games in the restaurant without being noticed by the few other diners. 

Or had we?

It was the woman I could see over Callie's right shoulder who had tuned into our action. I was sure she had. I'd felt her looking at me... probing, searching. She was much older than either of us, in her mid forties, perhaps? A few strands of her dark hair sexily fell across her face and her dress was displaying almost as much of her long toned legs as it was her impressive cleavage.

But it was her eyes that had got to me more than anything. They smouldered.

There wasn't the slightest doubt in my mind that she knew what we were doing. Each time Callie became more adventurous under the table, the woman would smile at me while she flicked a hand through her hair, or ran her tongue across her full lips, or crossed and then uncrossed those long legs, or ran the tip of her finger across her fabulous cleavage...

God, she was a sexy bitch.

I found that I was becoming more turned on by her attention than I actually was by Callie's hand. More accurately, the way those deep eyes smouldered at me made me fantasise that it was her hand under the table, not my girlfriend's.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I eventually excused myself and headed for the restrooms. A quick freshen up would help me ease the sexual tension I was feeling and then Callie and I would be heading back to register for tomorrow's conference. I'd never been unfaithful in my life, nor did I intend ever to break that resolution, yet by flirting so openly with our eyes, I almost felt that I'd been cheating on my girlfriend. Escaping from that piercing gaze would allow me to calm me down. 

The exposed brick walls of the restaurant seemed to be closing in as I headed towards the restrooms, making me realise just how much I'd drunk while we'd enjoyed our meal. Callie was good with alcohol. I'd never been that way. 

Alone in the bathroom, I hurried over to the sink and placed my palms face down on the cool counter. My heart was palpitating. I stared at myself in the mirror, seeing the need in my eyes staring back. As soon as we'd registered I'd take Callie back to the hotel and let her have her wicked way with me. She'd like that. 

God, so would I...

My mind began to drift. Whereas Callie was blonde, my first experience of girl-girl sex had been with a brunette, just like the woman in the restaurant. She'd been a similar age, too. Sandra had been a professor at my University and had a reputation for taking a fancy to some of her students. I'd been an innocent in those days of course and had been putty in her hands.

The very first time she'd taken me back to her quarter's at the University, she'd done things to me I'd only seen in porn films. Then she'd introduced me to her strappy. I'd always been curious about what it would be like to be fucked like that by another woman. I bit my lip as the recollection began to overwhelm me. I could almost feel her large strappy thrusting inside me...

The thought of the woman in the restaurant doing the same to me loomed large in my mind. God, sometimes these sexual fantasies just appeared in my mind from nowhere. Sandra been so sweet and so gentle but the woman I'd just been flirting with wouldn't be either. The look in her eyes told me that. 

Why the fuck did that thought turn me on so much?

My body trembled. Was I cumming? Without even touching myself? Impossible. 

I was dabbing water on my face, starting to pull myself together, when she entered the restrooms. I saw her in the mirror as I glanced up and I felt a shudder of arousal run through my body. I hadn't expected this...

She stood with her back to the door, arms folded across her breasts, just staring at me. Then she spoke.

"I love the pose. Is that for me?"

I realised that I was still half bent forward. That was the position I'd automatically adopt when Sandra entered the room, naked except for her long strappy. A bead of sweat broke out on my forehead and I stood up and turned towards her. Those eyes were burning into me again.

Neither of us spoke for a moment. My hands rested on the counter behind me, holding me up. I felt weak at the knees.

She sauntered across the room, stopping just short of me. She had one meticulously plucked brow raised, the corners of her full lips turned up in amusement, and those dark eyes were sending a message that was impossible to ignore.

"You were waiting for me?"

I shook my head. I needed to get out of there as quickly as I could. 

"Of course not."

She raised a hand to my face and when I quickly turned my head to the side, her fingertips caressed my cheek. 

"Of course you were. We both know that."

I just stared at her, unsure of how to respond.My nipples were already piercing my thin top and if I let go of the countertop I would crumble in a heap.

"I have to get back to my girlfriend."

She nodded, acknowledging and yet dismissing the thought.

"The blonde? She's cute. But not as cute as you. You're both English?"

I pursed my lips and nodded. I couldn't trust myself to speak. There was something about this woman that crawled inside you and made you sweat. I'd never met anyone with such an incredibly powerful sexual presence.

"My my, what a small world...," she purred. "I grew up in Leeds. They were three of the best years of my life. But perhaps it's just as well that I moved here. If you and I lived close together, you'd be hell on my marriage."

I felt the goosebumps break out on my skin.

"I really need to get back," I said, trying to regain my composure.

She smiled at me, as if challenging me to squeeze past her. She was standing close enough for me to smell her perfume and I could feel her hot breath each time she spoke. When I didn't move, she stepped even closer so that our bodies touched and traced her right index fingertip across the boundary of my left jawline.

"You knew I was watching you, didn't you? Did it turn you on? Is that why you came in here? You knew I would follow you, didn't you?"

I almost creamed my panties at the words. Was this really happening? 

"I'm with my girlfriend..." 

"I know," she breathed against my mouth. "That makes it all the sexier, don't you think?"

Her arm snaked around my neck. She curled her fingers in my hair and then roughly yanked my head back, tilting it to the side. I gasped in shock. Those full lips were only a fraction away and they looked so inviting...

"I SO love the devoted ones," she murmured as she traced the tip of her tongue along the outside of my lips. "You are going to be so much fun to corrupt."

When her lips pressed against mine, I shamefully responded with all the passion that had been building up over lunch. My body shivered as her snaking tongue invaded my mouth. This was wrong, so wrong. I was with Callie. Anyone could walk in here at any moment.

And yet it was so fucking sexy...

I found myself pinned against the sink behind me as we made out like rabid animals. Her lips were somehow both softer and more demanding than anyone I'd ever been with, woman or man. The feeling of her large breasts pushing against mine, her fingers curled in my hair, was almost more than I could take.

Her whisper was thick and husky as she at last pulled her lips away from mine and whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to touch you. And then I'm going to feed you."

Her teeth nipped my earlobe as her free hand effortlessly eased the hem of my skirt up above the tops of my stockings. I gasped out loud, and she smiled. In an instant her hand was sliding inside my thong. She knew exactly what she was doing and I was completely lost to the red haze engulfing me. Fuck, I was so wet! Her incredible touch skimmed along the ridge of my labia. She teased my clit without touching it, circling the swollen bud.

"Yes?" she whispered, with the slightest tinge of held-back violence.

I panted. This was all of my lewdest fantasies rolled into one.

"Yes..."

"Yes what...?"

"Yes, please..."

She held my head with her left hand tangled in my hair, holding me motionless as she looked in my eyes and smiled at me. When she stiffened two fingers and pushed them into my throbbing pussy, I couldn't contain the scream.

"Godddddddddddd..."

The word came out like a series of reverberations bouncing from the back of my throat. My senses went into overload. When she lightly thumbed my clit she may as well have flipped a detonator. I was cumming and I was cumming hard.

Despite the location, I screamed out again as the most violent of orgasms consumed my body. Erika covered the sound by kissing me again, her lips wet and soft. And then I felt her fingers against my mouth... feeding me my own juices. I gasped but obediently opened my lips for her. I was powerless to resist. 

"Good girl" she murmured as she fed me my own wetness.

She turned me around so that I was looking into the mirror. Her appearance was classy and elegant whereas I looked like a just-fucked streetwalker. I jumped slightly as she brushed her lips against against my cheek and I felt her breath again as she pressed a card into my hand.

"Whore" she whispered in my ear. 

I had to hold onto the counter to to stop myself from collapsing. She was right! In the blink of an eye I'd betrayed Cassie and willingly given myself to this stranger. I was a whore. And somehow that fact was incredibly exciting...

"Call me," I heard her say. 

It wasn't a request. It was an instruction.

As my mind attempted to take in what had just happened, I heard her vicious stilettos clicking away. When the door closed behind her, I looked down at the business card. It contained the word Erika and a single telephone number.

And then it hit me... she hadn't even asked my name.

*

I'd changed my mind at least a dozen times. 

I'd kept telling myself that I had no intention of calling Erika. No way. I couldn't do that to Callie. I'd never been unfaithful and I tried to convince myself that the encounter hadn't quite qualified as cheating. I'd had too much to drink and I'd been taken advantage of. After all, I hadn't done anything... 

Other than let a sexy, hot, older woman finger me to the best orgasm of my life! I hadn't been able to get the encounter out of my mind and Callie had been surprised by the ferocity of my lovemaking last night. If only she'd known why. 

Mind you, she probably wouldn't have remembered even if I'd confessed. We'd found a nice place for dinner and consumed far too much wine. I had my limits but Callie never knew when to stop. She'd been drunk out of her mind when we'd returned to our hotel. Maybe that had been just as well? 

I'm sure I'd called her Erika when she'd gone down on me... 

I couldn't get the older woman out of my mind. If she could give me such a violent climax with her fingers, what she could do with her mouth? The fantasy had me salivating. So did the thought of what it would be like to go down on her...

When morning had arrived, I'd looked at Callie beside me and then dredged up a willpower I didn't know I had. Though she was still feeling the effect of the alcohol, I'd helped her get ready and we'd headed to the conference. I reasoned that it was the only way to remove temptation and by the time we returned to our hotel this evening, Erika would be just a distant wet dream. 

The plan had worked well. Until Callie had taken ill, that was. I'd seen it before. She needed to sleep off her alcoholic over indulgence and I'd managed to get her back to our hotel in a taxi and tuck her up in bed. 

All I had to do was return to the conference. Instead, I'd reached for the telephone...

*

Erika and I sat at the same table I'd occupied with Callie. I was sure that was a deliberate decision on her part. Returning to the same restaurant, the same table was a strong reminder of yesterday's encounter.

I hadn't eaten much. How could I? Almost as soon as we were seated she had removed one of her stilettos and begun to run her bare foot up and down my leg. 

"Tell me something," she sexily murmured after coffee arrived. "Did you think of me while fucking your girlfriend last night?"

My heart began to palpitate. She instinctively knew how to turn me on.

"Of course you did," she told me as I failed to find a response. "Was it good?"

I blinked my eyes in an attempt to stop my head from spinning. This was like one of my most extreme fantasies coming to life but I had to get a grip. 

"Erika, let's get something clear," I said, attempting to keep my voice calm and firm. "Callie is my girlfriend. I'm with her."

"Then why did you wait for me in the ladies yesterday?"

"I didn't... I... I..."

"You acted like the whore you are, darling. You can lie to me but you can't lie to yourself. That's why you called and asked to meet today, isn't it?"

She placed her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand, so casually that would could have been talking about the menu. Her foot under the table rose higher and began to push my legs apart.

"You know what's going to happen..." she drawled. "I'm going to bring alive every sluttish fantasy you've ever had, don't you?"

My hair stood on end and goosebumps appeared on every part of my body, but she hadn't finished. Her foot was scraping along my inner thigh and her eyes refused to leave mine.

"I'm going to crawl inside that pretty head and peel you apart..." 

I shuffled on the chair, knowing I should put a stop to this before it went too far but my legs were widening of their own volition. It felt as if she understood my desires better than I knew them myself.

"Give me your panties."

I gasped. Was she joking?

"Now! Here, at the table. No one can see." She stretched out her hand. "Take them off and give them to me, dear."

The way she looked at me, the way she spoke, made me feel powerless to do anything other than follow her instruction. A blush spread across my cheeks as I shifted my body and slid the skimpy panties down my legs. I was as discreet as I could manage but didn't dare glance around in case anyone was watching.

Erika took the black panties from my trembling hand and placed them in open view on the table beside her. Her foot found my wetness and she ran her big toe along the full length of my opening.

"You can't cum. Understand?" 

Her toe gently parted my labia and I stifled a groan. When she eased the toe inside me, my body was consumed with a dizzying heat. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Callie loved sex in public places but she was an amateur compared to this woman.

When she somehow rotated her toe, my body jerked like a marionette being yanked to the ceiling. She smiled, giving me time to recover and then obtained the same result by repeating the action. I whimpered and held a serviette to my lips, trying to stifle the sound. Erika's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Whore," she mouthed to me, twisting the toe inside me again.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. My entire body began to shudder. I knew that my predicament would be clear to anyone observing us and yet I couldn't hold back the spellbinding climax. Erika kept her big toe in position, gently moving it inside me as if pacing me down from the throbbing intensity.

"Didn't I tell you that you mustn't cum," she eventually murmured, playful shaking an admonishing finger. "I think we're going to have to punish you when we get to my house, don't you? By the way, what's your name, dear?"

*

Erika's home was amazing—large, spacious and full of light. But I had no time to admire it. Her hands were on my body as soon as we entered, sliding my dress from my shoulders. I hadn't worn a bra and she nodded her approval as she stood back to admire my body, naked except for the nude thigh high stockings.

"It's just as well that my husband is away," she smiled. "I think he would have a conniption if he knew there were two whores in the house."

Turning, she walked across to the centre of the room and then turned back towards me. Leaning against the back of an antique looking sofa, she sexily crooked a finger.

"Come here."

Her voice was low and husky, as if the anticipation of what was about to happen was getting to her, too. When I was a couple of feet away, she slowly gathered and then pulled up the hem of her dress.

"Take off my panties, there's a good girl."

Her left hand found my right shoulder and applied a little downward pressure. I obediently sank to my knees, hooking my fingers into her panties as I did. I kept my gaze fixed upwards on hers as I gently pulled them down her legs. 

She lifted one leg and then the other to help me drag them away.

"Such a polite little slut..." she murmured, reaching down and stroking under my chin. "It's time now. Why don't you show me what you can do..."

I felt dizzy, like a drug addict needing their fix. Dipping my head forwards, I ran my tongue over my lips and then licked along the inside of her thigh. 

"Oh yes... good girl..."

I marvelled at the softness of her skin as I lifted one of her toned legs and carefully placed across my shoulder. That gave me a better angle and for a few moments I worshipped her beautiful pussy with only my eyes and my breath. The spell was broken when Erika's reached down to grasp my long dark hair. Her nails gently scratched my scalp as she pulled me to the Promised Land.

"It was my cunt you were thinking about when you were in bed with your girlfriend last night, yes?" Her voice was thick with need. "Lick me, Claire..." 

The words had hardly escaped her lips when I attacked her with my mouth. I needed to feed and I couldn't hold back. Electricity ran through my body at the first lap of my tongue. I licked my lips, savouring her taste, and then returned for more. 

I indulged myself for a while, luxuriating in the sound of her soft moans, and then traced a path between her labia with my tongue. They yielded gently and she mumbled unintelligibly as she fractionally adjusted her position against the sofa. Her clutching hands kept my face pressed firmly in position. 




Obsession



I gripped her thighs more tightly with my hands and pushed my tongue forward. There was a slight resistance but then it entered her with startling ease. I almost creamed on the spot. I felt heat, moisture, taste, aroma and an incredible silkiness.

Erika moaned and I felt a gentle but insistent pressure on my tongue. It was as if she was moulded around me, as if we were intended for one another. 

I flexed my tongue inside her and felt her swell slightly to accommodate me. Her body was inviting me even deeper and her muscles were trying to suck me in. What was it she'd said earlier? 

She wanted to crawl into my head and peel me apart? 

Her grip on my hair tightened. She was growling now and rubbed my face up and down her wet pussy, using me for her pleasure. She moved slowly, smothering her juices across my forehead, nose, mouth and chin. I was her personal fucktoy...

I don't know how long she used me but I didn't want the moment to end. Maybe I should have felt humiliated, degraded, but instead I was very, very aroused. Eventually, she dragged my head away and stared down into my eyes. 

"I could drown you..." 

My pussy flooded with arousal. Yes. Oh, Yes!!

I tried to jam my head back between her thighs but her stiletto heel stopped me. She placed it against my chest and with a grunt sent me tumbling backwards onto the carpet. For a few seconds I looked up at her, shocked, eyes wide. 

Her chest was rising and falling as she pushed upright and reached behind her body. Before I knew what she was doing, she had released her dress and allowed it to crumple around her ankles. My breath caught in my throat. 

She stood before me in her corset, stockings and sharp black patent pumps—a sexual Goddess displaying herself to her conquest!

The heat inside my body was almost overwhelming me. She was sex incarnate.

Then she was stepping across my prone body, placing a long leg either side of me and slowly kneeling over my face. I thought my heart was going to explode. I just stared up at her—a puppet on her string—as she lowered herself, resting on her palms and knees as she squatted on all fours just above my head. 

"Keep your head on the floor and arms by your sides," her voice barked down at me. "I want you to watch."

I nodded. It was impossible to speak. I could hardly breathe.

Her right hand slid slowly down her stomach. I could clearly see the backs of her knuckles as her fingers reached her sex. It was beautiful, with just a tiny tuft of hair adorning the top, and her musky odour was intoxicating.

A growling sound came from the back of her throat as she tilted her head back. Eyes closed, she slid her two middle fingers inside her wetness. 

I stared disbelievingly as she began to fuck herself just inches away from my face. Her actions were so unexpected, so raw, that I was instantly captivated, an innocent bystander who was now a prisoner in her sexual world. 

She moved her fingers gently at first, her face betraying her pleasure, and as the tension mounted she began to thrust harder, deeper. The wet sound, her musky aroma, and the lewd sight just a fraction away was overwhelming. I wanted to raise my hands and drag her down onto my mouth but her instructions had been clear. Each time her fingers withdrew I could see her inner lips gripping them, as if they didn't want to feel the void for any longer than necessary.

"Want to taste?" she murmured, looking down at me again.

She removed both fingers and held them up to the light. I thought she was going to make me beg but then she smiled and wiped them across my lips. I lapped at them like a rabid beast, up and down and then at the flesh between her fingers. When she eventually withdrew them from my mouth, I continued to run my tongue back and forward across my lips to savour the taste. 

When she worked both fingers back inside herself and then added a third, I whimpered like a baby. God, I so wanted that cunt...

"Last night..." She shuddered slightly as she spoke. Her voice was hoarse. "I thought of you while I let my husband fuck me. Just as you were thinking of me..."

Her free hand reached for my hair, gathering it between her clutching fingers. She raised my head up so that she could smear herself across my face again.

"Is this what you were thinking of?" she husked. "Suck it... Suck my peach..."

My mouth attacked her pussy like a thirsty woman lost in the desert. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, dragging her even closer. She placed her palms over them, entwining our fingers. I was so aroused I thought I might go out of my mind. I couldn't get enough—sucking, licking and lapping as if I would never feed again. 

"Does your girlfriend excite you like this, Claire dear?"

I heard her provocative words and responded by running my tongue across her clit. I was out of control and we both knew it.

"Goddddd, yesss," she moaned as I flicked my tongue at her clit. Over and over again. "You delightful bitch! Bite... Bite, damn you..."

We gave ourselves to each other in our different ways, two animals in the wild venting their need in the wildest, lewdest fashion. Erika held my head motionless with one hand as she rotated her hips in slow circles on my face. Her other hand rose up to her magnificent breasts, pinching and pulling at her left nipple. She smothered me, rising occasionally to let me breathe and then grinding again.

I needed her climax, but just as I thought it was within my grasp she was twisting her body around. With a remarkable dexterity, she reversed her position and I understood what she had in mind. Callie and I loved to Sixty Nine but right here, right now, this woman was taking me into a different world. 

Her hands slithered under me to cup my ass and pull me to her mouth. I gasped out loud. The sound turned into a scream as she traced the letter "E" onto my labia. Where the fuck had she learnt that? She took her time on each side, as if she were branding me with the heat of her tongue. There was no respite and I didn't care. Her mouth had found my clit and her tongue was tracing the letter again.

"Oh My God... Erika..."

I heard her mutter something in response but all I could focus on was her pleasuring mouth and the orgasm that wasn't far away. Erika understood my need. She was an expert, after all. Her head drew away for a second and just as I was about to whimper out a complaint, she dove forward again and impaled me with her tongue.

"OH GOD..." The words came out like a scream.

Her tongue dove even deeper. Her chin bounced against my clit. Her mouth was treating my pussy the way her cunt had treated my face. Her movements were fast, frantic and deliberate. I felt the tide sweeping in. So did she.

"Cum for me, slut..." 

Her words bounced around my head. 

"Cum now..."

Oh God! I pumped my hips against her face.

"Spray me, bitch. SPRAY ME!!"

An uncontrollable scream tore from my parched throat. For the first time in my life, I squirted. 

The first gush hit her full force, splashing across her face. She moaned her approval and opened her mouth to accept the second blast. My entire body was shuddering and I couldn't stop. She plastered herself against me, pinning my body to the floor as a third gush violently released itself. This time she almost choked as she frantically tried to catch and swallow it all. 

I could feel her sharp manicured nails digging into my skin and I had no idea how long she continued to lap at my juices. Another orgasm was seeking me out and behind my closed eyelids, darkness was closing in...

*

I woke up in a strange bed in a strange room. My naked body was lying on top of the crumpled white satin sheets. As reality returned, I sat up hurriedly and covered my mouth as I saw the darkness outside the window. 

How long had I been here?

One by one, memories of the afternoon reappeared inside my head like a series of video clips from a porn movie. I had a vague recollection of Erika helping me to her bedroom. She'd scissored me and I'd screamed like a banshee when I'd climaxed. I had thought that Callie was the best at tribbing but this woman easily worked a couple more screaming orgasms from me before succumbing to her own.

I glanced around the empty bedroom and caught my reflection in the dressing table mirror. I looked a mess. My sweat-covered hair was practically sticking to my scalp and I tried to pull it into some sort of shape with my fingers. It occurred to me that this was what a whore must look like when she had been used.

That's what I had been. Erika's whore!

My body jumped when the bathroom door opened. Erika stood there, posing sexily in the doorway, as naked as the day she was born. The knowing smile on her face had become familiar. But it was the large strap-on fastened around her hips that shocked me. She began to stroke it with her hand as I stared across the room.

"I thought I might be able to persuade you to stay the night," she huskily told me, pushing away from the doorframe.

The dildo flapped lewdly in front of her as she sauntered across the room towards me. Once she reached the bed, she crawled up beside me on the sheets. 

I knew I couldn't stay any longer. Callie would be wondering where I was. It was time to put an end to this and take my leave. Wasn't it? But Erika's hand had found my hair and she was tugging my head towards the phallus. 

My eyes glanced up into hers as she rubbed the head against my mouth. I groaned and then opened my lips. It was a long time since I'd had any sort of cock. Erika gave an approving moan as I spat saliva onto the long shaft and then began to suck. 

She patted my head. "Tomorrow, I think we might go to meet Callie..."



Obsession



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance/drama, not a sex story.

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

This story is AU with a supernatural twist. 

***Chapter One : The First Night***

~19th Century Ireland~

Kiki Saybrooke climbed the giant wooden staircase leading to the musty attic bedroom she shared with her niece Marty Saybrooke at the Golden Swann Inn. "Margaret!" she called out, throwing open the door.

As usual, her niece was gazing from the lone window of the attic, no doubt daydreaming of her sailor-boy again. Kiki grumbled under her breath, calling her niece an ungrateful, little twit. "Sit down, Margaret," Kiki demanded. "We have to have a little talk..."

Marty took her eyes off the horizon, breathing in the cool night air from the sea. Waiting for Suede's return across the ocean had been pure torture. They were set to be wed in the summer when Suede's adventures brought him back to her, but waiting for him had been agonizing. As Kiki stood there scrutinizing her, Marty left the window and went to her aunt's side.

"Margaret, when your parents died, I took you in. I fed you, clothed you; and I worked countless hours here at the inn just to make sure you had enough to eat and a roof over your head," Kiki stated, her hands upon her hips. "And now it's high time you paid me back for all I did for you, keeping you here with me instead of sending you off to that Orphan's House."

"What in the world are you talking about, Aunt Kiki?" Marty asked, frowning as her aunt went on and on about what a burden she had been to her.

"Well, Missy, you aren't just going to play the piano here at the inn to earn the money we need to pay our rent. At the age of nineteen, there are 'other things' you could be doing now to entertain the men," Aunt Kiki announced.

"What?" Marty gasped, jumping to her feet where she had been sitting upon her bed. "Surely you don't mean-?"

"Margaret, you are young and beautiful, and I've had several offers. We have to pay our rent! Do you want us kicked out on the street and homeless? Because I guarantee you, Little Miss High and Mighty, there are pawing men on the streets who are just waiting to take advantage of a pretty little thing like you!"

"But Aunt Kiki, I'm engaged to marry Suede in less than six months!" Marty cried out. "I haven't even been with him yet... how could I-?"

"You have no choice! If you don't do this, I won't have enough money to pay our rent, and Flannegan will send us packing. Now put on your prettiest dress and brush your hair. He'll be here in a few minutes," Kiki commanded, her jaw tight as she had already made up her mind.

"Who? Who'll be here?" asked Marty, trembling when she realized her aunt was determined to pimp her out to pay for their room and board.

"No matter. Just get ready now, Margaret, and wait outside on the front steps. He's sending a carriage to pick you up," answered Kiki, leaving the room swiftly before Marty could make another protest.

*Ohhh God, I hate Aunt Kiki. This can't be happening!" Marty cried out in a sob once she was all alone in the attic bedroom. Aunt Kiki treated her like worthless trash as though she were little more than a thorn in her aunt's side from the very moment of her parents' drowning. There was never a kind word from the woman who had taken her in and given her a home. Instead, she shot down everything Marty had ever loved, her music, Suede, her desire to heal the sick and someday become a healer. And now her aunt expected her to sleep with men so they could pay the bills!

"I can't do this. I can't! I'm supposed to marry Suede," Marty whimpered as she went to the cracked mirror attached to her dresser and ran a brush through her unruly golden curls. Her curls cascaded down her back as huge tears rushed from her eyes. She felt like she was going to her death as she prepared herself for this unwelcome liaison. Silently cursing Aunt Kiki, she slipped into her most beautiful dress made of gorgeous light-blue taffeta. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Marty looked pale, her eyes bright red from crying. Tonight she would give to another man what should only belong to Suede. Tonight she would lose so much, but even so, she was determined not lose her dignity. No one, no matter who he was, could take that from her.

*It's just a business arrangement. Nothing more. I'll give this man what it is he wants, then I'll come back here to the inn and forget it ever happened. I am going to be Suede's wife and a competant healer. This man may have my body, but that's all he'll ever have,* Marty told herself as she walked silently down the staircase to enter the main room of the inn. It was nearing midnight, so most of the craziness was dying down as many of the customers had either gone home or drank themselves into a stupor for the night. Reaching high onto a shelf behind the bar, Marty grabbed a small bottle of spiced brandy. While no one was looking, she took a long, cleansing sip. Brandy was one of her secret obsessions, a way to take the edge off whenever life threw bolts of lightening at her. No one knew of her secret as Marty slipped the bottle in the pocket of her dress. Right now she felt like drinking herself into a stupor in a need to block out the night to come. How would she survive this night? Her heart was pounding as she wracked her brain, wondering just who her aunt may have promised her to for this unwelcome business arrangement.

"Margaret!" a voice called out, causing Marty to jump. She glanced over, seeing her aunt glaring at her as she approached.

"Don't just stand there staring off into space like an ninny! His carriage is waiting for you outside! You must go!" yelled Kiki as she gave Marty a push toward the door.

Men looked up from their drinks and conversation, leering at Marty as she looked so beautiful in that dress which clung to all her curves. Before Marty could utter a word of objection to her aunt, she was pushed out the front door of the inn and out into the cool night air. And there by the steps waited the lone black carriage. Marty took the stair steps hesitantly toward the carriage as she was certain she was going to her own doom. Once she had climbed inside the covered carriage, her heart flew into her throat, her eyes becoming huge pools of blue as she realized she had recognized the driver.

A man by the name of Briggs was the driver of the carriage. He worked as butler, chauffer, and in any other capacity necessary for Thomas Todd Manning, the most frightening and formidable man Marty had ever laid eyes on. Lord Manning frequented The Golden Swann quite often, always undressing Marty with those hypnotic hazel eyes of his. She couldn't do this! If the carriage wasn't moving at top speed up the hill toward the Manning Estate, Marty would have jumped from it in an attempt to escape. No way could she give herself to that man! She reached into her dress pocket, withdrawing the small bottle of brandy and drinking the remainder of the contents in a quick, burning gulp. *Ohhh please let me be drunk!* she was thinking.

The brandy did little more but warm her blood as the carriage hurried on toward the estate of Thomas Todd Manning. There was no escape and she knew it. Tonight, she'd be in the bed of The Prince of Darkness.

~The Manning Estate~

He sat by the fire, swirling the potent fluid around in his glass. For months he had been watching her, aching to make her his. But he knew he could never have her. She belonged to another. He hated that she never noticed him, never saw the longing looks he shot her from afar. But tonight, she would be his. Unwilling... or not.

A maid came to his chamber, knocking upon his door. "She's here," said Rebecca, averting her eyes skittishly, as though she feared he would attack her and eat her like a savage beast.

"Good, send her up here to me at once. And give her this to wear," said Lord Manning, placing a thin cotton shift within the servant girl's small hand.

"Yes, as you wish it," responded Rebecca, nearly running from the room. Why was everyone always so afraid of him? He hadn't killed, raped, or maimed anyone... well, not lately anyway. No matter what he did, women always seemed to look at him with trepidation, as though he were some sort of monster. Looking at his large hands, he remembered all the cruel words of his father, Lord Peter Manning. That man had made his life a living hell, often beating him within an inch of his life. Inside him now lurked a beast, a tempestuous rage, ready to spill forth at any moment, especially those times when he was denied what it was he truly wanted.

Tonight he wanted her.

Marty stepped from the carriage, cautiously gazing at the dark and looming estate belonging to Lord Manning. After his father's death, this had all become his. He had kept to himself mostly, only coming to the inn on occassion to drink and to have a bite to eat. There was no denying the man frightened her, with his booming voice and penetrating gaze. It was as if those eyes of his could see so deep inside her soul, penetrating her innermost secrets. The way he looked at her, as though he wanted to devour her, always made her feel a combination of fear and thrilling excitement. *Why does it have to be him?* she asked herself as she followed Briggs into the warm halls of the estate. She wrapped her shawl around herself tighter, feeling cold, and it wasn't just due to the night's chill.

A beautiful young woman approached her with long dark curls. "Hello, my name is Rebecca," she said sweetly, taking Marty's hand. "The Lord of the estate awaits you in his chambers, but first he asked me to give you this..."

Rebecca pressed a sheer white garment into Marty's hands. "He asks that you change into this garment and meet him at once," said the soft-spoken maid.

Marty's eyes went huge when she saw what he intended for her to wear. How could she come to him in that... that... little scrap of material? Not knowing what else to do, she took the garment from Rebecca and followed her to a room where she could prepare herself for the night to come. Her heart did a flip-flop as she tried everything in her power to stop the wild thoughts of what this night was sure to entail.

Rebecca stood right outside while Marty slipped into the cotton nightie, feeling almost naked in the filmy scrap of cloth as she slipped it over her head. The hem barely reached the tops of her thighs. Never in her life had she worn anything so revealing. Knowing his intentions, she knew that she wouldn't be wearing the garment long.

A moment later, Marty stepped out, looking pale and embarrassed. How she hated Lord Thomas Todd Manning for making her feel so worthless and vulnerable. If she could, she would kill him on the spot. Hatred seeped from Marty's pores as Rebecca lead her up the staircase to the Lord's chambers.

"Good night ... and have a pleasant evening," Rebecca said quickly, nearly running from the chamber like a scared and frightened fawn.

Standing in the doorway, Marty's eyes scanned the room, her heart throbbing in her chest. "Hello?" she called out, stepping closer to the blazing fireplace, her eyes on the look-out for HIM. He scared the hell out of her, and the sooner they got all this over with, then the better.

"Is anybody here?" Marty asked cautiously as she walked farther into the room to stand beside the warmth of the fire. Where was he? Afraid he would jump out at her any moment, Marty felt though she had fire coursing through her veins.

A sudden sound of the door being locked behind her alerted her to his presense. "Alone at last," he said smoothly, gazing at her with those mesmorizing eyes of his. "Hello, Margaret... or shall I call you Marty?"

"I do not wish for you to call me anything," she snapped. "And I do not want to be here. I despite you, Lord Manning." She backed away from him cautiously, moving closer to the fire. She'd rather dissolve into the flames than be near him, the horrific beast.

"You may call me Todd. Lord Manning seems far too formal. After all, you'll be in my bed tonight... and every night thereafter, if I have anything to say about it," he spoke as he took slow steps toward her.

"Don't touch me or I'll kill you!" Marty cried out, going to stand behind the chair that Todd had recently vacated as though to use it as as shield.

Todd laughed as though savoring her distress. "Touch you? I'm going to do much more than touch you... I'm going to have you in every sense of the word. And before this night is over, I assure you there is no part of you I will have left untouched."

"You're a wicked and horrible man!" Marty gasped as she ran toward him, hand raised high to slap him.

Grabbing her wrist in his steely grip, he smirked as he looked down into her beautiful and furious face. "You haven't begun to see how wicked and horrible I can be," he bit out as he jerked her forward, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "You're mine for the night, Miss Saybrooke. Accept your fate."

"I'd rather die than give myself to you," she said in a voice just above a whisper. Feeling his arms band around her ever so tightly, she struggled to draw a ragged breath into her lungs.

"It's going to be like that then..." he said in a growl. "You know, I could make it good for you, the sweetest ecstasy. Or I can take you by force. It really doesn't matter to me; I'm going to enjoy it either way."

"So, what's it going to be?" he demanded, looking down into her angry blue eyes. "Pleasure or pain. The choice is yours."

"Burn in hell, Todd Manning," she quipped. For a moment he stared down at her as he had come to realize then how it must be. Jerking her up against him in his strong arms, his lips crashed to hers in a blazing kiss of uncontrollable desire set aflame. Marty struggled but she was no match for his brutal strength. His mouth had overtaken hers, so she couldn't even scream. As his tongue forced entrance into her mouth, he lifted her in his arms and carried her off toward his bed.



Obsession



The pure whiteness of Simon's bathroom, with its gleaming tiles and snowy, fluffy towels, made Louise's head ache. She had shut herself in, seeking solace from his tormenting presence, wanting to lose the aching desire to have him again. She had believed so ardently that once would be enough and yet here she was waiting for him to claim her. The purity of the white hurt her eyes. She had not washed since their lovemaking in the wood and now closed her eyes as she remembered how she groaned in frustration at his last second withdrawal, how she tried to pull him back into her even as his seed spurted onto her thrilling skin. She could still smell his musty odour, the way she smelt him when she wiped her fingers across her belly and furtively brought them to her nostrils. She had wanted to taste him, but was afraid he would notice even as he lay beside her, his eyes closed and body spent.

As she stood in the white, alone with her thoughts, the fear that had gripped her in the woods subsided and a shiver went down her spine; want trembled within her like a bird, hitting her with its feathers until she burnt for his touch. She let her clothes fall to the floor and stood naked of all but her wedding ring. She tugged it off and looked again at her reflection, she expected satisfaction but it was now too bare, too exposed and she crammed the ring back on, her knuckle aflame with red as she hid deep in a towel.

Three gentle taps at the door pulled her from herself and she braced her body against the sink's edge as it swung open. Simon entered with a swaggering confidence. He was naked, and fully erect, Louise cowered in anticipation as he strode towards her. He reached out and grasped the towel, pulling her to him as she clutched it, and tearing it from her. His mouth was on hers and he kissed her hungrily as she felt him against her. She pressed the hardness of her nipples into his chest, needing him to feel her pleasure and to know that she was unquestioningly his. He was stiff with passion against her and pulled his mouth away to look into her eyes. It seemed to Louise that at the moment he saw everything and she craved his reciprocation and gazed up at him, hungry for his feeling.

"You didn't come this afternoon, did you?" he murmured in her ear.

She nodded into his flesh like a child. "Are you disappointed?"

"Was it my fault?" he asked in return, his eyes penetrating hers, strong and inquisitive.

Louise looked back into them, scared of his strength and his confidence.

"I was nervous," she whispered, hoping to satisfy him as she yearned for him to satisfy her. His hand went between her thighs and he shuddered at her heat and her wetness.

"Do you usually come?"

"Please Simon," she protested, terrified of the growing numbness of recent years, at her blind and docile acceptance of mundanity. She pressed her hands onto his, pushing his fingers inside her.

He lifted up her chin and spoke into her neck, etching each word into her skin with his lips. "Just promise that you won't ever fake it for me."

"I promise."

He kissed her with satisfaction, his hands drifting up to her shoulders as she fell into him, giving herself entirely.

She felt the pressure of his strong hands on her shoulders, encouraging her downwards, urging her downwards, forcing her downwards, and she dropped to her knees in obedience before him, trailing her tongue down his torso as she descended, knowing what he wanted, and knowing that she was powerless to deny him.

She rubbed his member against her cheeks, seeking him out with her tongue, before taking him into her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting them both, and his hands went to the back of her trembling thighs. He pressed her hard against the wall, pushing her up the shining whiteness of the tiles and lowering her onto him. She locked her ankles behind his back as she tensed around him, the coldness of the wall and the electricity of his skin convulsing her body with pleasure.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down upon it and stood at her feet. She quivered as he feasted his eyes on her nakedness, seeming to sense the aching between her legs from the imploring, pleading look in her eyes. She felt a craven, wanton desire to have him take her; and pulled her knees upwards towards her body, letting them fall wide apart, exposing her full sex to his gaze.

He approached her from the foot of the bed, inching forward on his knees. She felt the brush of his evening stubble first on one thigh, then the other. She closed her eyes and lay back, waiting for him to find her. He ran his tongue up her thighs, but his mouth passed the burning centre of her desire, until she felt it on her midriff, licking slow circles around her belly button, before continuing to mark its trail upwards towards her nipples. She could bear it no longer and now her hands went to his shoulders. She forced the heels of her hands into him, feeling his resistance, then feeling it ebb as he moved lower. She quivered as he rubbed into her with the hard part of his nose, seeking out her most sensitive spot, before his tongue found her wetness. She pulled his head into her, wrapping her legs over his shoulders, wanting his mouth to devour her. As she felt the shudder of orgasm she was oblivious to the low cries of ecstasy crossing her lips, but he heard them and he knew her, he knew all her weaknesses.



Obsession



"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Khrysa yelled.

"Holy shit," Susie looked over her shoulder quickly flipping her blond ponytail over her opposite shoulder as she checked behind her. "Shut the fuck up!" She hissed, "this is so top secret." Susie slid beside Khrysa further entering her small cubicle.

"I'm sorry." Khrysa murmured as she moved her rolly chair back slightly so her friend Susie could perch her tiny frame onto her desk.

"I didn't think you'd be so pissed, but then again I thought you should know before we go to our meeting this afternoon."

Khrysa and Susie both worked at an ad agency the two of them together had invested a lot of time into designing the perfect campaign for the newest account for the company; a racy new perfume line targeted to the single, sexy, thirty something female. But now it seemed like all their hard work poring over designs and project ideas would be for nothing as this new memo proved which Susie had just placed into her hands.

The account was going to be given over to their partner agency and would specifically be given to Rage Edwards, the company's new hotshot. Whom Khrysa hated.

Apparently this was the reason for the unexpected meeting at noon.

Khrysa looked up at her friend Susie. She was so cute, she looked like a little fairy with her shoulder length blond hair with wide blue eyes in a heart shaped face, she was also model thin and Khrysa would hate her except for the fact that Susie was such a sweetheart and a really good friend to boot. 

"We'll get another account, you know that." Susie said placatingly.

"I know, it's just that giving this account to Rage really burns me up. Bastard." 

Susie reached out placing her hand on Khrysa's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, at least you look sexy today that should shut Rage up, at least for a minute."

"Oh please," Khrysa rolled her eyes but she did feel well dressed today as she smoothed her thigh length red dress, it was brand new and maybe a touch inappropriate for work but hell, who cares? She fingered her V-neckline that plunged down to the middle of her chest, at least she wore a white lacy cami under it so she wasn't showing all her goodies. Her brown hair was pulled into a low side bun, her face was free of makeup as usual with her black brows groomed to high arches.

Khrysa looked at the desk clock, 11:30. "Hey Susie, come on and come with me for a quick coffee run before the meeting."

"I can't right this second I have to make copies of a report really fast and the line for the machine looks so long." Susie looked over the cubicle wall at the small line forming in front of the copier, sighing audibly.

"No worries, you want the usual?" Khrysa stood up as she picked up her purse.

"Yes, thank you! Next one's on me." Susie stood up as well her black tailored slacks falling into place effortlessly. "I'd better get over there."

"Meet you in the conference room."

Khrysa stood her black high heels clicking loudly as she walked down the hall exiting the department.

She was fuming as she walked the one block down the street to the local Starbuck's.

I hate him, Khrysa thought as she stood in the line for her order. Rage had an apt name, she thought evilly as a small smile crossed her lips, as that was the predominant emotion he always stirred within her.

Maybe a little more than that, if she were honest.

Rage Edwards was always present in their department as he was truly the best designer in his field with catchy ideas. What had always rankled Khrysa was how arrogant he always was in his words and demeanor.

It also didn't help that he was a fucking god.

The man had a perfect face with an aquiline nose, thick black hair that was always worn slightly long in a sexy way and he had the most amazing green eyes.

Then there was his body.

It was obvious the guy didn't sit behind his artists desk all day, he was serious about working out. He was tall and lean with rippling muscles that all the ladies at the ad agency noticed whenever he came in.

Yeah, he was something else. "Bastard." Khrysa muttered to herself.

"Excuse me?" The barrista behind the register looked at her oddly.

"Sorry, two chai tea lattes please, make one skinny." For Susie, of course.

When her order was called Khrysa started her walk back to the office meeting Susie at her cubicle.

"Yea." Susie squealed as she took her cup taking a quick sip before Khrysa saw her eyes widen as Susie began to choke.

"Are you ok?" Khrysa placed her hand onto Susie's shoulder smacking her on the back lightly.

Susie only coughed continuing to stare down the hallway, Khrysa followed her line of view to only see Rage Edwards striding directly toward them. He was dressed in a casual black button down shirt with the neck open and jeans which clung nicely to his ass.

He paused at Susie's cubicle looking down at her as Susie hastily grabbed a napkin touching it to her mouth.

"Everything ok, ladies?" He said smoothly looking from Susie to Khrysa his eyes traveling over her from head to toe. One corner of his mouth arched up ever so slightly as he continued to look Khrysa over.

Khrysa was taller than Susie with an athletic build from all her FIRM workouts and the fact that she actually ate, she stood up straight and took one step toward Rage ready to say something that she would regret when Susie grabbed Khrysa's hand and spoke softly. "Of course, thank you for your concern Mr. Edwards."

Without taking his eyes from Khrysa Rage spoke. "See you in the meeting then. Khrysa." He inclined his head then continued on to the conference room.

"What the hell were you thinking? It totally looked like you were going to sock him in the face!" Susie hissed releasing Khrysa as she stood up. "Try to control yourself, please, we both need this shitty job."

"Ok." Khrysa sighed following Susie into the meeting. 

Rage couldn't stop himself from staring at Khrysa, oh, he knew she hated him for whatever reason and it was such a shame, as he was so attracted to her. Even now as she stood against the wall in her sexy as hell red dress. Like what the fuck, he wondered, why wasn't every man in here drooling at the sight of her? Khrysa's breasts pushed against the soft cotton of her dress which were highlighted by the fact that she had her arms crossed under them.

Rage literally burned with wanting her and had more than his share of sexy fantasies starring her. He wondered idly how soft her skin would feel against his, what she would look like with her hair down, how her sexy mouth would feel on his and wrapped around his cock. He shifted then trying to relieve the pressure building in his groin. 

At his movement Khrysa speared him with a narrow eyed glare which he returned with a small satisfied smile. Again she dropped her arms from her chest taking a small step forward as if to challenge him.

Oh, how he hoped she would.

God, he would love to feel her beneath him, over him, he wanted to lose himself in her. It was madness to feel this way but he couldn't stop it anymore than she could stop her obvious hatred of him, especially now that he was taking over her account.

Khrysa seethed inside as she heard her boss literally drooling over Rage stating how lucky they were to have such a talented designer come on board to help them out. At that, Khrysa silently left the meeting walking quickly down the hall to hide in her favorite spot; the supply closet. It was always quiet and dark in there and she could steal a few moments of peace.

She closed the door behind her and paced in the darkness restlessly still fuming over how Rage just literally stole her account from her and Susie. He was so arrogant, so dominant. 

So...so...sexy.

Angrily Khrysa pushed the thought away, she had no business thinking about Rage like that, he didn't want her anyway.

Khrysa was so busy pacing that she didn't notice the small sliver of light that came and went before she was suddenly aware of how the space in the supply closet felt smaller. She turned sharply on one pointed heel turning directly into Rage.

"Oh shit," Khrysa stumbled as she jumped back into a shelf desperate to put space between herself and her sexy nemesis.

He put his hands out onto her upper arms to help steady her, between her exhalation and inhale to speak Rage brought his mouth down onto hers pulling her forcibly into his hot, hard body.

His kiss scorched her mouth as he licked her lips opening her mouth to his, teasing her tongue with his and it seemed all the hatred left her suddenly in the face of his kiss as she melted into his arms. He put her arms around his neck pulling her up against him even more so that her dress lifted up to expose more of her creamy thighs, her breasts pressed to his chest, the heat from his groin burned into hers causing her pussy to contract and grow wet despite herself.

His hands smoothed down her curved waist and hips to touch the bared skin of her thighs teasing the hem of her dress up further and further ever so slightly.

Khrysa slowly realized what she was doing and with whom as she pulled out of his arms desperate for space, her eyes burning into his, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand the taste of him still on her tongue.

It was the single most sensual and sexual experience she had ever had.

And of course it was with the man she hated.

What the hell was she thinking kissing Rage? What the hell was he doing?

He reached out grabbing her hand. "Don't you dare wipe my kiss away."

Rage scared her suddenly with his intensity. She realized that they were here together, alone and anyone could happen upon them.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" She wrenched her hand away from him with surprising strength.

He was enraged that she would try to wipe him off of her without thinking he grabbed her waist turning her quickly so that she had her cheek pressed to the smooth cold wall of the closet. One of his arms had snaked around between her breasts to grasp her throat, the other hand fisted in her hair loosening the pins that held her bun in place forcing her head back slightly so that he could see the creamy expanse of her skin.

Khrysa's heart pounded in her chest at the way he was restraining her, would he rape her? She had always thought him too high handed, too arrogant in his mannerisms but that he would do this to her truly terrified and thrilled her.

His lips were at her ear as he whispered his hot breath caused shivers to race up and down her back. "I'm the man who's going to fuck you." He felt the shivers coursing over her body. "Oh, I know you hate me, and I swear to god," he dipped his head dragging his hot wet mouth from her shoulder up the column of her throat which he still grasped back up to her ear "that will make it all the sweeter."

The scent of her skin and her hair was like a drug he didn't know why he was doing this but he knew he should never have followed Khrysa into the closet let alone touch her like this, restraining her, she could call the cops. He'd be arrested for sure.

It was at that point that he had a plan.

Slowly he released Khrysa, it hurt to be away from her sexy body with his hands all over her but he moved away blocking the door to the closet.

Khrysa brought her hands up slowly, pushing herself away from the wall. Her breath was shaky, her legs felt like jell-o but she forced herself to straighten her spine as she turned to face Rage. She didn't know what to feel about the situation but what she did know was that she wanted out of this place now. 

He literally loomed over Khrysa, his green eyes boring into hers, she saw his chest heaving and wondered if anyone was ever going to come in and find them before Rage did something to her.

"Are you going to let me go?" She whispered.

"No." And without another word he opened the door and left her standing there in the dark.

With shaky hands Khrysa reached up quickly restyling her hair as best she could then taking a deep breath she stepped out of the closet.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur and suddenly it was four o'clock and she and Susie were in the elevator walking to their cars. 

"See you Monday." Susie called as she waved to Khrysa from her car window.

Khrysa slowly climbed into her car driving mindlessly to her apartment, she would think about what happened to her with Rage in the supply closet later when she was able to think clearly. Right now she felt like a bowl of jelly all she wanted was a hot shower and to sleep.

She pulled her car into her parking space mechanically walking up to the entrance taking her keys out of her purse as she unlocked the door to her apartment.

"Khrysa."

Before Khrysa could turn to look at the person who had called her name she felt herself being pushed through the open door of her apartment into her living room after stumbling a few steps she turned then to see Rage standing in the doorway. "No," she whispered taking a step toward the door he was blocking. Rage shut the door behind him even locking it before he turned back to Khrysa who seemed to suddenly be able to move. Desperate, she ran for the kitchen with Rage chasing her his strong arms snatching her up against him just as she reached for the knife block on her counter, the block clattered to the floor as Rage easily picked her up off her feet.

Without another word he marched with her struggling silently to be free into her bedroom shutting that door behind them as well. Rage threw her onto the bed and she quickly crawled over the bed to the opposite side of the mattress looking up at him.

"So this is it," She said softly, her heart pounded in her chest.

"I'm very surprised you're not screaming." Rage began to slowly strip out of his black coat, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his black shirt.

"What are you doing?" Khrysa had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh come on now, Khrysa," Rage leaned over to place his fists knuckle down onto the mattress, his green eyes glittering "you're a smart girl, you know what I'm going to do."

Fear caused her legs to tremble as she huddled there on the side of the bed but she would not give Rage the satisfaction of seeing her run away.

"I won't say anything if you leave now."

"You promise?" He smiled.

It was then that Khrysa knew he was not going to leave, Rage had come too far to stop now and she knew it. She backed up off the bed standing up on the opposite side, then slowly with her eyes never leaving his she removed her shoes and coat with shaking hands.

"I promise." Khrysa knew this was it, she was ready to fight Rage.

He cocked his head to the side then as if considering what she had said. His hands then went to the buttons on his shirt slowly undoing them one by one revealing his sculpted abs one decadent inch at a time.

"Tell me why you aren't screaming. I haven't touched you yet, you could still be saved." He ran his hand down from his sternum over his stomach to the waistband of his pants. Her eyes followed the path of his hand, her chest heaving as her heart struggled to leap out of her chest. "I could still be stopped." He whispered.

Rage took a step forward around the end of her frilly bed, Khrysa didn't move. "Tell me the truth, don't you want me the way I want you?"

At his words Khrysa looked again into his deep green eyes, he knew, somehow he knew that she wanted him, that she always had. That she had always wondered what it would be like to be his. It was that truth that galvanized her into action.

With a sudden burst of movement Khrysa leapt over onto her mattress trying to run for the door. To outrun her tumultuous feelings. She caught the doorknob in her hand, opening the door but Rage slammed her bedroom door shut by pressing her up against it.

Khrysa turned quickly so that her back was to the door she immediately brought up her fists, one of them catching the side of Rage's perfect face. It was like he didn't even feel it, suddenly both her wrists were down at her sides captured in his hands, his naked chest pressed to hers. Khrysa could feel his heart pounding in his chest with a shaky breath she closed her eyes to savor the sensation of his hot smooth skin against her, his heart beating against hers.

"Tell me," He whispered looking down into her dark eyes. "Why aren't you screaming?"

Khrysa slowly looked up into his verdant eyes and he found himself in awe of her; of her beauty, her strength. "There's no one to save me, from you."

A small smile played on his lips as he brought his mouth down onto hers. "I know."

His kiss bruised her mouth firing her soul as she kissed him back, his hand went into her hair pulling her head back pressing those hard kisses down the column of her throat. She brought up her hands and shoved against his chest sending him back a pace in surprise. She turned then scrambling over the mattress trying to get to the other side but he caught her ankle in a strong grip pulling her back to him.

Suddenly she felt his heavy weight and burning heat all along her back and thighs, due to the fact that he had dragged her across the bed her red dress was now about her waist showing off her black lacy panties. His hand went around the back of her neck pressing her face into the comforter as he rose up to straddle her waist.

Rage laughed then. "You are so fucking sexy," His free hand began to caress from her left knee up her thigh to her exposed butt cheek which he promptly spanked hard enough to cause Khrysa to gasp. "I mean look at you," His finger trailed over her reddening ass sliding underneath the black lacy elastic band of her panties. "You want this as much as I do." Rage leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Don't you?"

The truth was this was exciting her beyond belief, the fact that Rage was here in her bedroom wanting her, that he had somehow always had, was such a turn on. The way his fingers were trailing over her skin caused goosebumps to appear all over her smooth skin. 

"Kiss me." Khrysa whispered struggling to control her heartbeat and excited breath.

Rage let his hand fall away from her neck as he slowly began to ease off of her. Khrysa paused for a moment then she began to rise up just as slowly using her shaking hands to push her waist length dark hair away from her face, all the pins had long ago been loosened from her bun.

She turned then facing him, Rage saw the slight bruise that was forming around the corner of her mouth, he reached out gently tracing the edges of her mouth with his finger. Her dark eyes caught his and refused to let him go.

Cautiously he moved as she sat back on the bed, he came closer to her and she closed her eyes feeling his warm breath on her mouth before she felt the soft touch of his lips. This kiss was slow starting a tingling sensation in her stomach that traveled down to her cunt, he brought his body even closer as she eagerly wrapped her arms about his neck wanting more of this, his tenderness, his gentleness.

If this was love then there would never be an escape. For either of them.

Khrysa parted her thighs allowing Rage to settle even deeper into her moaning softly as she savored the heat coming off him. The burning sensation that began in her cunt increased as she felt the hard ridge of his cock beneath the thin layer of his jeans. 

His tongue met hers after long wet moments he placed his hand on her cheek turning her face away from him to softly kiss down her neck to her shoulder which he exposed by pulling her dress and the thin cami with it away. 

Khrysa groaned running her fingers in his black hair. Rage pulled his head away from her soft skin to push her away suddenly so that her back fell onto the bed, he leaned over her giving no chance for escape as his hands went to her waist below her dress bringing it up and over her head, flinging it to the floor. He placed one hand on her hip easing up even further over Khrysa's body settling himself more fully over her.




Obsession



Rage's hands then went underneath her body undoing the clasp to her bra taking it off her, he reached for her hands then entwining his fingers with hers stretching them up and over her head. He sighed softly, his head beside hers, closing his eyes as he savored the feel of her naked beneath him, the way her tiny nipples pressed into his hard chest, her hands trapped in his. Khrysa was made for him, Rage had known it all along.

He didn't care if he was thrown into jail for this. This one moment of heat and passion made it all worth it.

Slowly he slid his hands down the length of her curved waist and hips, she gasped relishing the feel of his calloused hands on her. He brought his hands back up to stroke the tender flesh of her breasts Rage smiled slightly as he heard Khrysa's soft moan. 

Rage's hands were so warm against her skin he was burning her, branding her.

Khrysa saw stars behind her eyes as Rage dipped his head to taste her nipple lightly flicking the sensitive tip with his tongue before sucking her fully into his mouth.

Holy shit, she thought as Rage gently scraped his teeth over her, it seemed as if he knew instinctively what she wanted.

Slowly he moved his fingers through hers tracing his fingertips over her palms, up the tender skin of her inner forearms chuckling softly as Khrysa shivered beneath him. Rage looked down into her liquid brown eyes the look on his face was unreadable to Khrysa, she wondered at it for a moment until his lips met hers again.

Khrysa decided then and there that this was her favorite activity of all time, kissing Rage was like stealing forbidden chocolate and savoring it alone in the dark. He tasted sweet, driving her wild his tongue tangling with hers again. Shyly Khrysa reached up placing her fingertips against his face, stroking him.

I love you, she thought, I've always loved you, ever since I saw you. I wanted this, only this, to be under you, touching you. The taste of you in my mouth. I never thought I could have you.

Rage wondered at the softening of her eyes, the way she went pliant then underneath him, her touch felt so good on his skin. He realized then that he wanted this forever, he wanted Khrysa forever.

Slowly he grasped her neck and turned her face to the side with his thumb he laid teasing light kisses down the smooth column all the way to her collarbone which he bit causing Khrysa to moan.

He sat up then still straddling her sexy body as he surveyed his view, his masculine pride surged as he stared down at the beautiful creature below him. Khrysa was all sexy curves and angles from her high cheekbones to the severe indentation of her waist to the full curve of her hips, he had wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her.

It was inevitable.

He bent forward then to kiss her taut stomach causing her to jump and in one swift move he removed her lacy panties settling himself between her thighs.

"Wait," She whispered suddenly unsure, she had never done this before, never had a man look at her so openly.

"No." Rage pressed a hot kiss to her inner thigh and smiled as he saw Khrysa's eyes drift closed, watched her succumb to him.

He kissed the shaved lips of her cunt inhaling the sweet scent of Khrysa. Slowly he parted her wet folds, Khrysa jumped at the feel of his hot wet tongue as he stroked her flesh. "Oh god," She moaned arching her back as Rage continued his slow sensual assault. He licked her tender clit and Khyrsa screamed when he sucked the tender nub sending hot pulsing waves of pleasure from her womb down to her throbbing cunt. Without stopping the assault on her clit Rage placed his fingers inside her wetness groaning at the slick tight feel of her flesh gripping him, he wanted to be inside her so badly to feel her from the inside.

When Rage began to move his fingers in rhythm with his mouth Khrysa screamed as she went over the edge and came for the first time with a man. Rage kept the rhythm up as he drank her sweet cum prolonging the pleasure. He was dying inside as he felt the strong contractions of her cunt around his fingers, he felt his cock harden and swell even more in response to her pleasure.

With one last tender lick he moved up to stand over her. He smiled at the sight before him, Khrysa all splayed out, cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. Rage's hands went to his belt buckle opening the clasp.

"Are you ready?" He whispered as he stepped out of his jeans and underwear baring himself to her.

Khrysa's mouth went dry at the sight of him before her. His cock was long and thick and he was hard for her, she wanted him, she couldn't deny it anymore. What he had started in the closet that afternoon she wanted to see through to the end. Khrysa wanted to know what Rage would feel like deep inside her.

Locking her eyes to his she started to back herself up further into the bed and she bit her lip as she watched him go down placing his hands on the bed and then his knees as he crawled up over her like a sexy dream.

"Rage," She breathed his name and watched as the pupils in his beautiful eyes dilated.

"Khrysa." 

She opened her legs and he came down on top of her all hot male flesh burning her with his touch. Khrysa wrapped her arms about his neck looking into his eyes for a moment before she placed her lips on his.

Rage placed his hand on her hip tilting her up as he slowly eased his burning cock inside her wet flesh. 

"Oh god, Rage," Khrysa moaned as she felt him filling and stretching her wanting cunt. He felt so good, so right deep inside her. She brought her hands to his taut ass and pulled him into her even deeper.

"Shit." Rage chocked, she felt even better than he had ever dreamed, and he had had quite a few fantasies about Khrysa. She was all wet willing flesh and she was so tight, she felt so good he almost came right then and it took quite an effort for him to reign back his control.

He brought his hands up on either side of her head burying his hands in her dark hair luxuriating for a moment in the scent and softness of it before he spoke. "Look at me, Khrysa."

Khrysa couldn't ignore his demand as she looked up into his emerald eyes.

He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was still inside her. "Who am I?"

"No," Khrysa whispered knowing what he wanted.

"No?" He paused, he bent his head to her mouth brushing his lips with hers. "Do you want me to stop?" He whispered as he eased back inside her an inch and then withdrew slowly.

"Don't stop," She breathed loving the feel of him inside her but desperate for more.

Rage pulled back to look once again into her dark eyes. "Tell me Khrysa, who am I?"

In a deep sexy voice Khrysa fulfilled all Rage's fantasies as she spoke. "You're the man that's fucking me. Now hurry the fuck up and get to it." She tilted her hips up sinking him inside her another inch and she groaned wanting all of him deep inside her.

He laughed softly then which promptly turned into a groan as Khrysa wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and impaled herself on his cock.

"You're mine now."

In that moment all gentleness left him as he grasped her hips and rode her hard. Khrysa was left breathless having never had a man fuck her so masterfully and hard. It was every dark dream and sinful fantasy come to life and she screamed as she came her back arching sending Rage's thick cock further inside her.

In that moment he couldn't hold back his control as he held her down his fingers bruising the white flesh of her hips, he pressed even deeper into Khrysa her cunt contracting fiercely over his cock, feeling himself cum deeply inside her, wringing his very soul from his body.

Khrysa fell back onto the bed gasping, drenched in sweat her heart pounding in her chest.

The sudden gravity of the situation he was in with Khrysa hit Rage full force and he moved away from her hearing her throaty moan as he slid out from her tight body. His breath caught in his throat as he was about to speak but what could he say? I'm sorry? When he wasn't. Not one bit.

Did he regret this?

Hell no.

Would he be punished for it?

That was still waiting to be seen.

He reached up running his hand back through his raven hair before bringing it over to cover his mouth, Rage could still taste Khrysa's kiss.

She looked so beautiful. So throughly fucked, the corner of his mouth twisted up in a flash of pride knowing that he was the one to do this to her, to make her feel and look like this.

Better he thought to regroup and collect his thoughts so he could plan his next move to capture her.

With nothing to say Rage picked up the pieces of his clothing and left her room.

Khrysa heard the whisper of bare feet and felt the dip in the bed when Rage left she half sat up reclining back on her elbows as she watched the back of Rage's dark head leave her bedroom.

It was on the tip of her tongue to shout out, no, don't leave me.

But what the fuck just happened?

What the hell was she thinking? Rage had broke into her home, raped her, right?

A sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed Khrysa and she gave into it feeling the blackness swiftly overtake her and ease her into unconsciousness.

Murky gray light filtered in through the window in her bedroom when Khrysa finally opened her eyes.

"Oh shit." She groaned. Her mouth felt bruised and dry, the first thought she had, was what a fucked up dream I had, until Khrysa moved her legs. The sudden dull stab of pain made her gasp and her cunt contracted as she sat up spasmodically her hand going between her legs at the sharp sizzle of pleasure. "No," she breathed.

It was obviously no dream as Khrysa surveyed the damage done to her. Dark purple fingermarks covered either side of her hips, her cunt was sore and her mouth felt painful. Easing over the side of the bed Khrysa gasped as she felt a hot liquid trail down her thigh and she swiped at it with her palm her throat closing up as she looked down seeing Rage's cum on her hand mixed with a faint tinge of blood, her blood.

To top it all off the fucker had not only raped her, he had fucked her bareback?!

What the fuck...no wonder he had felt so good.

Khrysa limped into the bathroom turning on the shower as hot as she could stand it and she stayed there until her guilty tears ran dry and still the secret sexy thrill of the event wouldn't leave her.

She still had to face the fact that she wanted more.

Monday morning saw Khrysa at work hiding in her cubicle. Somewhere in between her scalding shower and her sleepless nights Khrysa wondered what she would do. She could accuse Rage of rape but then what?

Deep inside Khrysa felt something for Rage something she had tried desperately to hide over the weekend that she spent telling herself that she hated Rage and what he had done to her. Desperately trying to believe her own lies.

"Hey babe."

Khrysa jumped at the sound of Susie's cheerful voice at her back knocking her knees into her desk.

"Oh shit, someone's a little jumpy. Too much caffeine?" Susie came around to sit on the edge of Khrysa's desk. "Hey, you ok?" Susie had her hand on Khrysa's shoulder looking at her with a worried expression on her elfin face. Khrysa had come to work in a dazed fog, her black slacks and white tank top were office appropriate but Khrysa usually always pulled back her hair but in her distraction today she had left it down so that it hung loose in wild waves down her waist.

Khrysa shook her head as she looked up into Susie's blue eyes. "Yeah, sorry."

Apparently satisfied with Khrysa's answer Susie leaned closer to Khrysa. "What happened to your mouth?" Susie smiled then. "Someone was busy over the weekend, huh?"

"What?" A dawning horror closed over Khrysa as she clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Either you were eating chocolate or you have a herpe." Susie dissolved into laughter as Khrysa shot up from her seat and ran to the ladies room. 

"Aw fuck." Khrysa murmured in the cold electric light Khrysa could see the small dark purple bruise at the corner of her mouth courtesy of Rage and his savage kisses. Khrysa fingered it softly feeling a chill race up her spine in remembrance. Whether it was excitement or fear, she refused to explore it deeper.

She returned to her cubicle with Susie chuckling at her. "So is it a herpe?"

"Shut up." Khrysa smiled.

"You gonna tell me about him?"

The smile faded from Khrysa's face as she thought about Rage, tell Susie what happened to her? No way.

Susie stroked her hand down Khrysa's unbound hair her fingers trailing through the dark strands. "I'm here if you want me. You look so pretty with your hair down, it's such a shame that you keep it up all the time."

"Susie," Khrysa started but was interrupted when she saw Susie stiffen suddenly.

"Mr. Edwards," Susie breathed coming to her feet as Khrysa looked over her shoulder.

Her heart stuttered as Khrysa saw Rage standing before them his beautiful green eyes locked on her.

"Susie, I'd like to speak to Khrysa for a moment if I may?"

"O-of course." Susie stuttered as she quickly stepped aside Rage looking back over her shoulder Susie glanced at Khrysa's chalk white face before heading to her own cubicle.

Once they were alone Rage stepped closer to Khrysa.

"She's right you know."

Khrysa could feel the heat emanating off of Rage's body. Today he wore black jeans and a white T-shirt which clung to his body, a body that Khrysa could even now feel under her fingers. She clenched her hands into fists to ward off the memory of his satin skin.

"What do you want?" She whispered.

Rage brought up his hand caressing her dark hair in a totally sensual and slow movement, the end of his index finger landing on the darkened corner of her mouth. "You're my obsession. Now that I have you, I'll never let you go." His finger trailed down to her jaw tilting her face up.

Rage leaned closer noting the way Khrysa's lips trembled. "I will not accept defeat. You are mine now." Their lips met in a searing kiss which Rage was glad to note Khrysa returned.

It was glorious really, Khrysa thought, to be claimed by him, this sexy god. 

To be his obsession.

That was the ultimate reason in the end that Khrysa had done nothing, she wanted Rage, over and over again. 

Rage stood upright then taking Khrya's hand he placed a hot kiss into her palm. "I'll see you tonight."

He turned away then but was brought up short by Khrysa's surprisingly firm hand on his shoulder which prevented him from facing her. A shiver ran down his back as he felt her hot breath on his ear, her soft breasts pushing against his arm. "Your cum ran down my thighs when I got out of bed that morning." She whispered. "And all I wanted was to have you again."

The scintillating mental image of their bodies entwined, the hot clasp of Khrysa's cunt on his cock that came to Rage stole his breath, a soft groan escaped his lips.

Khrysa stepped back releasing her hold on Rage. He turned to face her then his eyes smoldered when he saw her press her index finger to her lips and it seemed that she kissed her finger sensually rather than pursing her lips to warn him to be quiet.

He wondered then in that moment, who was the one who had really captured whom?



Obsession



I've been anticipating this day for a long time. Having been your faithful servant and attentive slave for so long has inspired me to great feats of subservience.

I feel the need and desire to submit further and further to your needs as my thoughts become one with yours. I live to see the smile on your face and the glow in cheeks as your cum spreads across my body. You're so sophisticated! So powerful! Your role in society is prominent and well guarded, but when you get home, you get me. I'm always waiting for you. My body is flawless. My long blonde hair and the swing of my alluring hips most often stop men in their tracks, and I'm yours. All yours.

This Valentine's Day will be special. I will please you Sir. I will make you happy, like you deserve to be.

The day is fresh. The morning is ripe. My first stop is buying a new dress. The choices are amazing. I try them on, noticing the young salesgirl admiring my flawless image and sensuous curves in the mirror. I decide on a short, red satin, strapless corset type short dress that reveals my ass cleavage beautifully. I look in the mirror touching my cheeks, unaware that I'm likely embarrassing the woman in front of me.

"It looks beautiful on you!"

She's blushing and looking away now. Her features are attractive in a sophisticated way and I know by looking at her flushed features that she's turned on. But it's my Master I'm focused on.

Always. He is the center of my world. 

Previously my attentions were so scattered; so varied. Men and woman came in and out of my life, but my Master showed me life at it's best and I was determined to give him the best of me.

The hair salon sculptures my hair to movie star perfection. Beautiful nails, sleek and satiny hair with a complete pussy waxing will please my man. Of that I was certain. I know his tastes. I purchase candles and a hot red satin bra and see through matching panties.

I want to please my man. I love him. I treasure him. He's all I can think of night and day. I want him like no other. Each day is about pleasing him, about seeing his smile, tasting his cum, feeling him use my sexy body for his pleasures. I am his completely and totally.

I buy candles and new perfume, along with his favorite food. I want to make him happy. I have just enough time to make it home for a luxurious bath to prepare for my Master.

As I walk down the alley towards the elite sex shop, to purchase some special toys, a pebble catches my heel and I trip. Strong hands pick me up, then throw me against the wall. I attempt to yell in surprise but a gloved hand covers my mouth stifling the sound. I curse my choice of clothing as I feel his gloved hand slide up my short dress parting my cheeks so I feel the cold dampness of the air on my sex. I try to look and turn my head, but my efforts are futile.

The sex shop is so remote I may never be found. Suddenly the shock wears off, my senses heighten and I realize my life is in danger. Unexpectedly my pussy fills with wetness, surprising me. Adrenalin is surging through me.

Master save me, runs through my head over and over again. Master protect me. I realize I may never see my Master again, and that was not something I could let happen.

"I'll do whatever you say, just please don't hurt me," I call out in fear. 

"Good, you're going to be my bitch," is the muffled reply. 

I feel a leather blindfold cover my eyes. Not a ray of light comes through. Then I feel a pull. My face is spinning around and I'm suddenly on my knees, my mouth wide open, feeling a dildo entering my mouth.

"Show me how you'll suck my cock, so I can decide if you're worth keeping alive."

The big dildo slowly enters my little mouth stretching it wider and wider. He moves it cheek to cheek. I lick it up and down then swirl my tongue around his crown. I'm shaking but I know my life depends on doing this well.

Then his big cock is in my mouth and I'm sucking it like I can't get enough. I feel juices rush to my pussy again. My clit begins to jump. My body is betraying me. His hand attaches to my long hair and I feel my mouth being dragged to his balls. I pulled at them with my lips. Now I'm licking them and tugging at them gently.

"Suck me bitch."

Without warning his cock plunges in my little mouth, impossibly deep.

"I'm so glad you came down this alley bitch. I'm going to fuck you raw. You've got an incredibly beautiful body. Maybe I'll take you home with me and tie you up for awhile."

My body shudders at the thought. Masterrr rages through my brain. Come save me!

Then I"m on my knees, and he's spreading my legs with his leg, pulling my dress roughly over my head til I'm completely nude. Having my clothes ripped off in a flurry has always driven me insane with lust.

Then I feel a sharp sting. His strong hand makes contact with my round tight little ass, and I flinch. I can tell he's a strong man by the force of his continuous slaps, and rubs. My breath quickens.

He leans over and says in my ear,"I'm going to take your cunt! I going to you use you bitch, and you're going to take care of me with that hot little body of yours, just like in the videos I was watching in the store before I had the luck to come across you."

I hear the crinkling of plastic then a warm cool liquid drips down between my ass crack. He slides two fingers inside my hot little ass. I'm suddenly glad I had prepared my body for my evening with my Master. If this intruder wanted me to suck my ass from his cock, it would be clean.

Again rushes of pussy juices startle me. Fear surges through me just then, knowing if my Master found out that another man had my ass, he would never forgive me. The punishments would be endless, if I was so lucky.

"No, please, don't."

And then he's inside me. His hard, throbbing cock is taking my ass. My Master's property is being taken.I feel my tight ass being stretched. I had used tightening cream for my Master and was ready for him, only him, or so I thought. 

At that point I got mad and tried to escape. I had to get back to my Master; my man, the man I adored and loved. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm and cursed my libido once more. How dare I be turned on by this intruder, this man who was taking what was rightfully my Masters.

I kick back fiercely and try to get out of his grasp. He moves quickly escaping with ease.

"It's no use bitch, you're mine. You're my slut. No one can save you now."

My phone buzzed. Another text message. My Master must be worried about me. At that point I realized fighting would be useless. I needed to admit defeat and submit to my captor once again.

I feel him enter my ass with a fierce thrust. My body relaxes and I accept him. His cock begins his unrelenting pursuit of pleasure. I'm being pushed into the wall. Involuntarily I accept his strokes with equal pressure backwards. My orgasm is sudden and unexpected. 

"Ooo, I felt that bitch. You want it. I'm going to steal you away slut. You'll look good handcuffed in my guest bedroom."

He slaps my ass then, hard, then again and again and again. I'm glad my gluts can withstand the shock of his slaps. Another orgasm ripples through me leaving me spent. I curse my body once more.

He turns me suddenly, his cock now deep in my mouth. So deep, I gag. Then currents of hot wet cum seared down my throat while he thrusts deeply releasing his load.

"Ohhh baby, I love you sooo much."

"What the hell?" 

He rips the blindfold off.

"Happy Valentine's Day baby."

And that's why I love my man. He knows how to satisfy me.



Obsession



"That's for the final skin!" Ron tried to psych out Robert. The skin was for $300; carry overs from the last six holes. "Sink this and it's all yours!"

Robert was not unnerved by Ron's trying to seed doubt into his mind. Slight uphill with a left to right break was the way Robert saw it crouched behind the ball. He took his stance and addressed the Titleist. Slowly he pulled back his putter and swung it true along the line he saw.

"Plunk!" as the ball hit the bottom of the cup.

"Shit!" Swore Ron and then smiled. "Nice putt you bastard. Drinks are on you."

Ted and Albert both agreed with Ron as they all headed into the 19th hole. "Least I can do for letting you guys give me your money." Robert had won all but a couple of the skins they played for. He profited close to $500 and almost $1000 in side bets with Ron. 

After recapping each hole and finishing the first round of drinks, Ted and Albert settled up and said they had to leave "before, you know." Ron and Robert stayed for a couple of more, on Robert of course. Ron was already half in the bag. Part of their skins competition was the highest score for each hole had to drink a shot purchased by the winner of the last skin. Ties like the skins were carried over. 

This certainly kept Erica the pretty, young college girl on the bar cart busy and her tips big. Ron tipped her extra if she showed her cleavage. At the end of the round, Ron had seven drinks plus beers, a number of peeks at Erica's boobs and no skins.

Finally Ron said, "Why don't your come over to my place for dinner? I'll have to write you a cheques there. I'm sure it's okay with the witch, I mean my wife."

Kristine the "witch" was married to Ron for over 15 years. His constant inebriation was an ongoing battle between the two. She really hated it when he drank because he's become horny but could never perform. 

As Robert walked and supported Ron to the change room, he said "Okay, thanks for the invite but please call and warn your wife first." 

"O-KAY!" replied Ron with extra exuberance. 

Both stripped down and headed for the showers; Ron mostly staggered there. Robert helped him. "Maybe the shower will help him get a little more sober." He thought turning on mostly cold water and sticking him under the icy spray.

Ron barely noticed. He placed his hands on the wall to support him as the shower cascaded over his body. Robert stood two showers away under a slightly warmer spray.

The shower was an open common area with six shower positions providing no discretion. Robert was soaping his chest when Ron suddenly and loudly remarked. "Jesus! Your cock!"

Robert looked at Ron who was staring at his package. 

"I never realized how big you were... are... is... Whatever." Ron gasped. "And it's not even hard. How big does it get?"

Robert was slightly embarrassed. He was teased about it in school when they had to shower after gym and stuff. "It's about 8-inches soft and about 10 when hard." 

"Let me see." Ron stood wavering back and forth. "I want to see it hard."

"Maybe later." Replied Robert.

The cold shower barely made a difference to Ron's condition. Robert decided it would be safer for him to drive Ron home like so many other times. The real reason why Ted and Albert always left early. The skins winner had to take care of Ron. "Maybe that's why they always tank during the game." 

Robert pushed Ron into the passenger seat of his Lexus LS and drove off to Ron's home. Not that he really minded. He'd get to see Kristine again who he had a bit of a crush on even if she was married.

Ron and Kristine's place was a nice ranch home on a small private lot. Robert pulled into the drive and helped Ron to the door although he did recover somewhat. Kristine was already waiting.

"Hi honey!" Ron shouted. "By the way, Robert is staying for dinner."

Kristine just shook her head and invited Robert in. 

By the time dinner was ready, Ron had recovered from his earlier insobriety. He opened a number of bottles of Valpolicella to go with the pasta that Kristine had prepared. 

"Can I help you with the dishes?" Offered Robert.

"No, there isn't too much. You guys relax in the back." Kristine smiled and hid her displeasure at Ron.

It was still early during this warm spring evening. The sun had yet to descend below the horizon. While the boys sat on the back deck, Kristine cleaned up the dinner mess. She wasn't keeping her mind on things when spraying off the plates and ended up soaking her blouse. After turning on the dishwasher, she went to go change. 

Kristine stripped off and looked at herself in the mirror. She was in wonderful shape for a 40 year old woman. Her shoulder length, curly blond hair was thick and framed a pretty face with pouting lips. Her baby blue eyes would melt the heart of most men except her husbands. Her C cup breasts were firm and natural. She cursed at the non-existing fat around her waist and round hips.

"I'm going for a soak in the hot tub." She thought putting on her tiniest bikini hoping Robert would notice and Ron would get jealous. It was the bikini she only wore while alone or with Ron. When wet, the material was almost transparent. Not that it really left a lot to the imagination. The bra part was two small strips of material that covered her nipples and areola. The panty just fit over her hairless, puffy pussy and left her ass totally exposed. She stood about 6 feet tall after she slipped on a pair of 5-inch high heeled mules. She checked herself in the mirror again and chuckled to herself. "She might as well be naked."

Kristine sauntered on to the deck. Ron's back was towards her, but Robert could easily watch as she announced she was going to use the hot tub. Robert felt a slight stirring in his shorts. She purposely bend over and pretended to test the waters with her hand. Her ass cheeks parted slightly. Robert still could not see the string of her bottoms run between her crack.

She slowly slipped into the water and started the bubbles. Kristine was facing Robert. She stared at his crotch. "Is that a tent forming?" She imagined.

"Ron!" She called out. "Can you get me a glass of brandy?"

"What a great idea!" Ron jumped from his seat. "And we'll join you in the tub."

Robert started to protest. "I'm not sure. Besides I don't have any swim trunks here."

"You can wear one of mine." Offered Ron. "We're almost the same size."

"Not!" Thought Robert back to the shower incident.

Their heights were similar. Robert was about a half inch taller, but Ron was heavier and rounder at the middle. Robert was in great shape for a 50 year old.

Ron managed to talk him into it with flirty assistance from Kristine. Ron's baggy trunks helped Robert hide his equipment as they both entered the bubbly water. Ron, however wore his tiny, tight Speedos which hide nothing, but made only a slight bump in his groin.

As they enjoyed their drinks and conversation, Kristine's toes accidentally touched Robert's. "Oops sorry." She apologized. "I'm not sure how this tub would fit six people."

Robert laughed. "That's okay. Maybe I'll reciprocate." He purposely started to rub his foot against hers.

Ron was drinking and gabbing on his own. No one was really listening to him.

Maybe it WAS the drink. Dutch courage. Kristine slid her foot up along Robert's calf. Robert responded with a smile so she continued until it was on his lap. The water jets concealed any of her mischievous behaviour. Robert parted his knees slightly and used his hands to guide her foot on to his groin. Kristine's eyes light up as her foot traced his growing stiff. It was as long as her foot.

"And then the bastard won the last skin!" Exclaimed Ron. "Oh and the shower. Kristine! You won't believe how big a cock this guy has."

"Oh I think I can." Grinned Kristine. 

"No, no! It was this big and not even hard yet!" Ron held up his hand about 6 inches apart. "Hey, you said you'd show it hard to me after."

"Don't embarrass him, Ron." Kristine licked her lips. She really wanted to see it knowing it was actually larger than he was illustrating. "Besides I think you're exaggerating." 

"No I'm not. Robert, stand up!" Ron said as he stood on the bench inside the tub. He pulled down his Speedo and showed his soft 5 incher. "I don't get much bigger when it's hard." He started wanking it but nothing happened.

"You might as well Robert. He won't relent until you do." Kristine's eyes widened and begged.

Robert stood up with Ron. His wet suit clung against his body and already showed the outline of his half stiff dick. Without warning, Ron pulled down Robert's suit. "Look Kristine. See how big it is?" 

Kristine nearly choked when she saw the size. "Er.. That's very nice looking cock you've got there Robert." Her hand slipped inside her thong and rubbed her clit. "I'm sure any woman would love to..." She paused to look for the right phrase. "... be pleasured by it."

"And it's not hard yet." Ron pointed out. 

Out of the blue, Ron grabbed a hold of Robert's member and started stroking it. Robert was too busy staring at Kristine to really protest. It grew to its fully 10 thick inches in Ron's palm. "Holy shit! Look at it. I bet even you would want it inside you!"

Kristine's mouth gaped slightly open. She licked her already wet lips. Her fingers were inserted deeply inside of her box.

Ron and Robert both sat back down, neither of them bothering to pull up their suits. Ron was too drunk to realize he hadn't while Robert wanted Kristine to continue to give him a foot job. 

The change in temperature caused the alcohol in Ron's body to suddenly react. His body started to shut down as he mumbled and started to slid under the water. Robert caught him and pulled him out. He used the fireman's carry to bring him back into the house where he applied some first aid and was able to revive him.

"I think maybe he should lie down somewhere." Robert said. Still naked, Robert carried Ron to his bed room and dropped him on the bed.

"Thanks Robert." Kristine said. "Thanks for this." Pointing towards Ron's comatose body.

Kristine stood in front of Robert and stared into his steel gray eyes. She dropped to her knees. Without using her hands, she opened her mouth and used her tongue to guide is swelling member into her. Robert let Kristine get accustom to him as her head bobbed back and forth taking in more and more of him. He was impress that she managed almost 8 inches of him down her throat.

Kristine reached behind and untied her top. But what she did next totally took Robert off guard. 

Kristine held on to the backs of his thighs and pulled. Her breast pressed against his legs, but what was really stunning was the fact she was able to slide the rest of his meat down her throat. 

She allowed her head to move only slightly backing off only an inch before taking him back in. 

"Good God!" Robert thought. "No other woman I know would be able to do that."

Finally, Kristine backed off completely, gasping for air. "Fuck me! I need to feel it inside me."

Kristine crawled up on the bed beside her sleeping husband. Robert moved behind her. He gently pulled away the string from her panties and used the knob of his dick to smear her juices and lube her entrance.

Her hand reached between her legs and grabbed his dick. "I said fuck me!" She pushed back hard taking his entire manhood into her womb. "Oh fucking god! That feels so good."

His girth stretched her more than she had ever experienced. Ron's tiny tool by comparison barely registered between her legs.

Robert fucked her hard. Slapping his hips against her and rocking the entire bed. Ron rolled over and started to drool.

Kristine and Robert continued fucking all through the night; in every position they could think of. Robert remained hard though out. Kristine's cunt was burning a crimson red. "Come in me, Robert! I can't take it anymore. Come in me now!" Kristine cried out losing count of the number of orgasms she had experienced. One thing for sure was it exceeded the total number that Ron had ever given her in their lifetime.

That was all Robert needed to hear. His balls tightened as his sperm boiled over within him. "I'm going to cum!" He grunted loudly. "I going to cum hard!"

"Yes!" Kristine screamed back. She squeezed her cunt muscles hard. "Give it to me now!"

Robert felt his white milk rush through his body and jet spray inside her. 

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh God!" Screams filled the room.

Even after Robert's balls were emptied, Kristine's cunt continued to suck at his cock, drinking up every drop. Robert collapsed atop of Kristine.

It took a number of minutes before both recovered enough. Robert slowly extracted himself from Kristine's gaping hole. Small rivets of sex nectar leaked out.

Kristine laid in bed uncovered as Robert discreetly got up, dressed and left.

Ron awoke needing to go to the can. He staggered back and saw Kristine lying there. Legs spread, juices still leaking out and a big wet spot beneath. He smiled at himself elated that he was able to satisfy her although he could remember none of it. He crawled between her thighs and started lapping up the sauce spilling out before falling asleep beside her.



Obsession



NOTE: This is the first story of the lost Obsession chapters, how it all started.

OBSESSION 

Obsession: Uncontrollable fascination and preoccupation over a person or an object, resulting in abnormal or deviant behavior. 

My name is Gail. I married Rob right out of college when I was 21. I'm 26 now and Rob is a distributor for a large pharmaceutical company. He travels most of the time, and I stay busy with my yogi classes and taking care of the garden. For the past five years, my life has been pretty much routine, until a few months ago. Let me start off by saying that except for two fumbling attempts at sex with my old high school boyfriend, Rob is the only man I've slept with during five years of marriage. The sudden change in that came about almost by accident, and guilt over my uncontrollable behavior finally made me consult a sex therapist to get past it. 

My therapist, Cleo, has worked with other patients like me and believes that by sharing our stories with others and receiving positive feedback, we can overcome these guilt feelings and turn our lives around. I've read her stories on this site written by some of her other troubled clients, and now realize I am not such a freak after all. She offered to help me write this segment, but while I'm no author I'm a college grad and want to put down my true feelings and thoughts, as I am the one who committed these acts of adultery. I promise I won't try to diminish my actions, or spare myself in any way. I'm not writing this to ask for forgiveness. I'm writing it for myself, and try to understand my behavior. Right now, my life is a mess and I'm a complete basket-case. So . . . on to what happened to me.

A few months ago I was cutting the shrubs between our property and the neighbor's house, when I happened to glance up through his bathroom window and saw him taking a shower. Harvey is a widower, fifty-five or sixty years old. It's hard to tell his age. I just thought of him as being older. He's a big man, six-foot four or five, well over two-hundred pounds. I've seen him out jogging and he's really hairy, too. For the most part, I think chest and leg hair on men is gross. As I started backing away from the window, I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed his penis. Limp and thick, it hung between his hairy thighs almost to his knees. I'm not lying! He was shampooing his hair and I knew he couldn't see me, so I stared at him without even thinking that what I was doing was morally reprehensible, and probably even illegal. 

Slowly, I became aware my heart was pounding against my chest and I was holding my breath. As he rinsed the soap from his eyes, I hurriedly backed away and went into my house, where I weakly collapsed into a chair, my knees extremely shaky and I was trembling all over. My god, I asked myself. What had I just done? I closed my eyes and I could still see that gigantic cock swinging limply between my neighbor's hairy thighs. Shaken and still trembling, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the image vividly etched into my mind. Standing under the cool shower a long time I masturbated to two climaxes. Later, I berated myself for what I'd done and decided to take a short nap, but every time I closed my eyelids I still saw that appendage swinging before my eyes. 

Over the next week, I became more aware of Harvey's coming and going. He jogged every other day, then went inside and came out forty minutes later looking freshly showered. He always went to his backyard hammock then and read for another hour before going back inside. That was his routine. I didn't dwell upon the reason I wanted to know that information, telling myself I was only curious about my neighbor. Rob came home during that time, we had our usual sex which I always enjoyed, and then went through our daily lives as always. 

The image of Harvey taking a shower never completely left me though. It became even more pronounced when Rob and I made love, as I imagined that fat meaty thing in my mouth, or slowly sliding inside my wet vagina. That was strange, because Rob and I rarely had oral sex. I fantasized what it must look like when it became excited, dismissing my day-dreams as harmless fantasy. When traveling, Rob usually drove the BMW, but when he left for his next trip he flew, so I drove him to the airport. I had a dental cleaning right afterward, so I was dressed in heels and a short summer dress that day, my long blond hair piled high, nice earrings. I looked good. 

Harvey was standing near his open garage door when I drove up. I picked up his newspaper from near our curb, strolled over and handed it to him. We chatted for a moment, his eyes all over me. In my mind, I kept thinking, this is a man I've seen naked - the one with that huge penis. I must admit I was a little buzzed by the idea of being almost close enough to touch that monster cock, and as I walked away I intentionally strutted a bit, swaying my hips. All the way to the front door I could feel his eyes on my ass. I admit, I have always liked being admired by men. 

I dressed in my usual garden-working shorts, prepared and nibbled on a light snack. An hour later I watched as Harvey returned from his run and went inside. I gave him 10 minutes and retrieved the garden sheers from the garage. My heart in my mouth, I went back to the area I'd visited that other day. From outside his house near the bathroom window, I could hear the shower running inside. Heart pounding, I edged closer, peeking inside. 

Harvey stood under the shower, soaping his genitals. I suddenly realized that I was staring into a large mirror and it was actually a reflection of Harvey I was looking at. By the angle, I knew I couldn't be seen from when I stood. Taking some comfort in that knowledge I moved out farther where I could observe better. I watched him soap his cock and balls, slowly stroking its incredible length and pulling the skin back from an enormous crown, washing around it thoroughly. I was mesmerized by the sight. Rob's penis is circumcised. I'd never seen one that wasn't before. Harvey's big hairy balls looked like oranges hanging down half the length of his cock. There was nothing sexual about his actions, and I guess I'd admit I was disappointed I didn't see it aroused. 

As for me, I realized the crouch of my shorts was sopping wet, and my vagina felt like it was on fire. In fact, I had never been so excited in my life! I was wearing loose-leg shorts, easily able reach under the legs and touch my bare pussy. Had I subconsciously failed to wear panties for this very reason? I didn't know and didn't dwell on it because as soon as I touched my clit I climaxed in a gush, trembling and heaving as I sank to my knees, fighting to remain silent. As my climax subsided I clutched my hands between my legs for a minute longer, trying to recover. When I became aware of my surroundings again and looked back through the window, Harvey had suddenly vanished. I immediately panicked, rushing to my back door and quickly going inside. 

I hurriedly looked out all the windows trying to ascertain if I'd been seen. But it was only my guilt speaking. I was safe. Safe - but stupid. I berated myself for almost an hour for my aberrant behavior. What had I been thinking? Rob was a faithful, loving husband who deserved more from his wife. I knew some men sneaked around and did these things - peeping Toms. I wasn't like that. I was just curious. Nothing more. 

I took a quick shower and went in to prepare a cool drink. Through my back window, I saw Harvey at his usual place in the hammock, wearing a t-shirt and light sweat pants. He was reading a book. Curious about what he read, I found Rob's binoculars and peeked through the glass door. Fifty Shades of Gray! It was a three book trilogy still on the NY Times Best 

Seller List, and I'd read the last segment just the week before - pure eroticism concerning a young woman who learned about sexual pain and pleasure. Almost with a mind of their own, the glasses slowly shifted down the length of his body. Clearly visible against the soft fabric of his jersey pants, was the heavy outline of the penis I'd seen earlier. I guess I hadn't fully recovered from my earlier excitement because my heart accelerated to where I might have a heart attack, and I was suddenly having difficulty breathing again. It was as though my hands were itching with the urge to touch that thing right through the material. Putting my mind in neutral, I made a pitcher of ice tea and then without planning it, grabbed an extra glass and headed out toward the hammock. 

He looked up, watching me approach, his expression showing the approval at what he was seeing. "Afternoon," I called out. "It's hot today and you look as if you could stand something cold to drink."

He grinned, swinging his legs over the side of the hammock and standing. "Sure could. Ice tea delivered by the prettiest wife in the neighborhood is always welcome. Come on let's sit on the patio where it's cooler."

I followed him there and we both were seated in lounge chairs just a few feet apart. After making small talk for a few moments, he suddenly held up his book. "You read this one?" 

I might've blushed, admitting that I had and had liked it. 

"What part did you like the best?" he asked. 

I was suddenly having trouble breathing again, trying to not look directly at that bulge in his sweat pants. When I didn't answer right away, he went on.

"I liked the part where she performed oral on him, for the first time in her life," he said, grinning like a wolf. "Then he'd bent her over that table . . . and oh my god, that was hot!"

As he talked about the book his bulge slowly swelled, growing larger each time it moved. By then, I was having trouble looking away. Up close like this it seemed even more awesome, maybe fearsome. I suddenly glanced up and found him staring into my eyes, aware that he knew I'd been staring at his crotch. Grinning like a wolf, he reached down and slowly rubbed his cock through the soft material - right in front of me. I had never cheated on my husband. I had never even wanted to. What was I doing here anyway? The roar grew louder in my ears, my lips dry as sandpaper as I fought the urge to lick them. I was sure he could hear my heart slamming against the inside of my chest, see my breasts rise and fall as I attempted to breathe. I'm not going to try and lie. I did want to see that thing up close, even touch it. I'd never been so excited in my life, but I was determined it would never happen. 

"Did you like that part, too?" he asked as I tried to focus on what he was saying. "I mean, did 

it arouse you? It sure did me!" He suddenly wrapped his fingers around the clothed monster. "Hell, I still get a hard-on just thinking about it."

I couldn't speak. I couldn't look away either. Transfixed, I just sit there staring. 

"Want to touch it?" he whispered hoarsely. 

No. No! My mind cried silently. I wanted to leave, but my legs wouldn't obey me. 

"Come here, beautiful," he growled.

Like a robot, I stood and walked over. He reached out his hand and took mine, pulling me down beside his chair. He placed my hand on the bulge, wrapping my fingers around it. It was searing hot, hard and massive. Okay, I'd touched it, I told myself. Now I could leave. But Harvey had no intention of letting me leave, and his body language said he was taking this to the next level. He suddenly pulled his waistband down, flopping his cock out, in front of my face. I almost fainted. 

Almost a foot long and incredibly thick, the numerous large blood channels made it pulsate with each heartbeat. It looked like a Cobra, something alive, jerking upward as it grew rigid before my eyes. I was completely mesmerized by the sight. Between my legs I felt a sudden gush of juice that soaked the crotch of my shorts. Not six inches from my face he slowly stroked its entire length, the loose foreskin sliding back and forth easily over the huge spongy crown. A shiny droplet formed at its tip, glistening invitingly, causing me to lick my lips again. Fixated on that massive hunk of meat I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. I was trembling uncontrollably, barely conscious that I was even licking my dry lips. 

"Touch it if you want to," he said softly. 

As if my hand had a mind of its own, I watched it reach out and wrap its tiny fingers around about half of his offered cock. It felt wonderful – just as I had imagined it would feel – thick, meaty, warm and throbbing with suggestive excitement. At that moment the only thing existing in the world, was me and the big warm thing that I held in my trembling little hand. Without having to be told, I licked the clear drop from its tip, and swooned. It tasted like ambrosia. From that very moment on, I was hooked. 

Yes, I knew right then that I was obsessed by this thing. It was only later during one of my therapy sessions with Cleo that I fully understood what being obsessed entailed. She said I was not alone, that many women had the same fetish. They search their lifetimes for that one perfect cock, but it rarely happens. Many women seek out Black men because they've heard, rightfully or wrongfully, they had larger penises. It takes many sessions with a qualified therapist to overcome this urge, she told me, and most women never do. I didn't know that then though. It might not have mattered anyway. At the moment, that thick meaty cock and my watering mouth, was all that mattered in the world. 

I closed my eyes, leaned forward and closed my loose lips around the fat spongy head, my tongue sliding hungrily over its slick surface. It was like an out of body experience. I was floating somewhere in space oblivious to my surroundings, as I gently sucked the large crown, pushing my head down to take more of it inside. When the enormous crown hit the back of my mouth I gagged, pulled off a little and licked it some more. Then I shoved my head downward again. Thick, meaty, warm, it tasted wonderful. I never wanted to let it go. 

Rob was average sized and wasn't all that keen on oral sex. The few times I had done it for him I was able to take it all down my throat, but he never climaxed inside my mouth. However, Rob and my marriage were the farthest things from my mind right then, as I cupped Harvey's hairy balls in one hand, the other grasping the base of his cock to control its depth. After choking and gagging on it for a full ten minutes I was able to finally get the head past the opening in my throat. Breathing through my nose, something I learned during this process, I felt it slide over my tongue and suddenly just pop through the opening of my throat, then continue its way toward my gullet. 

When I felt it pushing through the tight channel of my throat, I almost climaxed. Maybe that was because I was stimulating my clit by subconsciously rubbing my wet thighs together, or maybe it was just the thought of something like that fucking my mouth. When I felt it sensually moving up and down my throat's channel, I reached up and touched the bulge of its crown through the skin. I was in Heaven. As I slowly pulled all the way off it I let my tongue slide up the large blood vessel underneath, producing a copious amount of pre-ejaculation fluid. Rewarded by my efforts, I instantly wanted more. After a few more moments, nearly puking from the effort, I found myself literally slamming my face down, taking more of his thick meat each time. Saliva ran down my chin in small rivers, dripping onto the front of my shirt. Even the choking and gagging part of doing something this forbidden seemed exciting to me. 

Harvey's cock was emitting more and more fluid with my increasingly improved technique. I heard him grunting above me. Rob did that sometimes when he got close to cumming so I knew Harvey was getting close to emptying his nuts in my mouth. I slowed up a little, carefully working my lips and tongue over the blood vessels and ridges as I pulled back, sucking slow and gently as I went back down. I wasn't just sucking it any longer, I was making love to Harvey's cock. No man had ever cum in my mouth before, but I knew today all of that would change. I had never experienced anything like I felt right then. It was if I wasn't in control of my own body, simply floating in a state of utopia. 

Harvey suddenly wrapped his huge hands in my hair, savagely pulling my head down as he slammed his hips up. His wiry public hairs were suddenly in my nose and I was close to suffocating from the length of his cock. It erupted like a water hose. The first couple gobs went straight down my throat as I fought to breathe, but then he loosened his grip letting me breathe a little, pulling about half way out to finish emptying his balls into my mouth. Thick, bleach-tasting, and slightly bitter, it coated my tongue, teeth, and the roof of my mouth as I struggled to swallow all of it. 

Close to cumming, I licked and sucked up everything he gave me. When the flow gradually ceased I gently slid my lips back up his cock, covering the fat crown with them, and sucked away any clear post-ejaculation fluid still seeping out. Even then I wanted more, but I knew that after cumming, men are tender around the head of their cocks. Rob had told me that, once. I gently licked Harvey's softening cock, nibbled the skin covering his hairy sacs, then lifted them and bit and licked the little area directly underneath. 

I did this for about five minutes, and then returned to massaging his balls and gently sucking his cock's head again. I had never felt so nasty in my entire life. His cock had softened after he came, but didn't decrease in size or thickness very much. It was still meaty, just softer. 

I wanted to cum so badly my belly ached, but I knew I had to wait for him a little while to recover, so I left his cock alone and scooted up to lay my head on his hairy chest. I took one of his dark nipples into my mouth and gently sucked it. Then I nibbled it, hearing him catch his breath. Fighting the urge to touch my pussy, I continued doing this for several minutes. From the corner of my eyes I saw his cock move a bit, starting to pulsate as it filled with blood again. 

I reached down, and almost lovingly, scratched his balls. After paying homage to his nipples a little longer, I took his half-hardened cock back into my mouth and sucked it some more. I licked and sucked until he squirted a large discharge of pre-cum into my mouth, then I stood, slipped off my cotton shorts and straddled his body. Staring him in the eye, I lowered myself until I felt the head of his cock against my swollen opening. Fighting against the climax I felt building deep in my belly, I slowly slid my sloppy wet vagina lips around on the head of his cock for a couple minutes, anticipating what was yet to happen. 

Placing my hands against his matted chest, I carefully lowered myself onto his jerking cock. The head was way too large to fit inside me. I put more weight on it, feeling the friction of its burn, forcing my pussy lips aside to invade this much smaller space. It took forever, until my body just seemed to finally give in and accept the invader. Finally, the soft spongy head was inside me, stretching my vagina opening as never before. It'd hurt, too. I braced myself for what was to come and lowered my body even more, feeling the burn again as the meaty pole pushed the walls of my pussy aside to make room for its enormous girth. The painful process took a full ten minutes before I felt it hit bottom. 

At that moment I felt more a female than I ever had. This was what it was supposed to be like for us, pain mixed with pleasure as we offered themselves up to enormous cocks that filled wombs with stronger children. Not the pale, skinny little cocks that evolution had produced as civilization took over, but the huge male organs as a result of the big guys weeding out weak and inferior opponents as they battled for the available females. 




Obsession



This one felt like a fence post inside my relatively unused pussy, but looking between my legs I could see a small part still remained outside. The pain and pleasure of stuffing such a large mass of meat and bone inside my small body had taken the edge off my building climax, but the ache in my belly remained. I was on my feet now, squatting over Harvey, helplessly impaled on his throbbing cock. I looked like a child against his bulk. Slowly pushing away with my hands against his chest, I raised an inch or two and then lowered again. Continuing this for several minutes, I resisted looking at Harvey the whole time, even when he flexed his cock inside me. 

When I was finally able to comfortably ride about half his cock, the real pleasure began for me. After a few more minutes of this, pleasure began to override the pain of it all and I was sliding up and down his entire length whimpering quietly. Subtly, I could feel the mother of all orgasms building deep inside my belly again, and this time it would not be denied. Through half-closed eyes I could see Harvey smile or maybe smirk, each time I whimpered. I didn't care. 

At the point I was trembling so badly my legs wouldn't support me any longer, I dropped to my knees, falling forward onto Harvey's chest, rotating my ass frantically on his thick meat. At that point, he wasn't fucking me, I was fucking him! His breathing grew fast and heavy and I knew he was also approaching orgasm. Leaning forward, he ripped the front of my shirt open to expose my breasts, and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down on it. That almost sent me over the edge. Then he grasped one of my ass cheeks in a large hand burying his cock as deeply as it would go, hammering upward as I offered him my vulnerable opening. 

With the other hand he pulled my head down, crushing his open lips against my mouth. I greedily accepted his thick tongue as it licked the inside of my mouth, my lips and teeth. When it retreated I followed it into his mouth with my own. I felt his cock expand and then start jerking as it exploded against my cervix, filling my womb to capacity, warming my insides with soothing semen. Sobbing with pleasure, I screamed right into his open mouth as my own climax exploded in my soft belly, shattering me to pieces against his cock. It was never-ending, racking my slender body over and over as it continued to increase in its intensity until I was on the verge of losing consciousness. I'd never experienced anything like it. 

I think I did black out for a few seconds then. When I became aware again, Harvey's fat cock had softened and was worming its way out of my flooded vagina, despite clasping my pussy lips down to hold it inside. Unceremoniously, he pushed me off his chest, onto my back. I lay there for a few minutes, feeling his seed running down the crack of my anus, dripping onto the bed sheet. It felt cold and sticky now that my passion had subsided. I felt like shit. Guilty as charged. 

Harvey got off the bed and without a word and walked into the bathroom where I heard him washing himself. Well, what had I expected, wine and roses? Tenderness? I'd acted like a slut, and he'd treated me like a slut. End of story. Weakly, I pulled myself up on shaky legs, retrieved my shorts, and tried to fasten the front of my shirt enough to cover my tits. I was finally able to wobble home, my knees so weak I didn't think I would make it. Barely making to my bed, I fell on it and slept for hours. 

I didn't go out of the house all the next day. I guess I was hiding out from Harvey. I'd cheated on my husband in a moment of weakness, and I promised myself it would never happen again. Rob came home the following day, so I felt safe working in my flower beds out back, once more. I saw Harvey come outside. He got in his hammock and read his book. I glanced up and caught him staring at me several times, but didn't acknowledge that I'd seen him. After a while of playing this silly game, I sighed, stood and walked to our hedge. 

Harvey came over and we had a moment of awkward silence before I said, "I know you probably think I'm a slut and you probably won't believe me, but I've never done anything like that before in my life. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry."

"I'm not. That was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me."

"Nice of you to say that, but . . . look, can we just forget it ever happened?"

"Probably not. I've thought of nothing else ever since it did."

I gave a short laugh. "You could've fooled me. Seemed like you couldn't get away fast enough." 

"I had to go piss," he said. "I was gonna talk when I came back, but you'd already left."

"A man of few words, huh?"

"Well, you weren't in any condition to talk earlier," he said, with a little smile.

"Touché," I countered, with a little half-smile of my own. "Anyway, it can't happen again. It won't."

"Maybe."

"I mean it, Harvey." 

I turned away and walked back toward my house, hearing him say from behind me, "If you want to see me again, just knock on the back door." 

That pissed me off, but it was the weekend so as usual, Rob and I did some fun things, taking my mind off my situation with Harvey for the moment. It was mostly at night after I'd gone to bed that it all came rushing back to me. Rob made love to me each of the two nights he was home, but he just sort of slid painlessly into me, with none of the anxiety and vulnerability Harvey's huge cock had caused. I didn't climax either time. 

"You seem distracted," he'd commented afterward. 

"I'm just tired, Honey. Lay here and I'll get a washcloth to clean you up." I went to the bathroom and stared at my image in the mirror for a long time, wondering who this woman was. I stood there until the tears stopped flowing. The next day after Rob departed for St. Louis I walked over and knocked on Harvey's backdoor. 

Harvey opened the door, then silently turned and walked away. I went in, closed the door behind me and followed him into his bedroom. When I arrived there, he had pulled off his t-shirt and was dropping his shorts, his cock already half-erect. Silently, I stripped off my tank-top, stepped out of my shorts and kicked off my flats. He stood quietly waiting beside the bed, so I went over and just dropped to my knees. There was no need to even pretend we didn't know why I was there. I cupped his balls in one hand and guided his cock closer with the other, licking it from bottom to top. Then I engulfed as much of it as I could swallow, hearing a small groan from him when I did. I'll admit, I sucked it like a starving calf, licking, biting and slobbering, loving it. 

All the depression, tension and sadness for the past week instantly disappeared, replaced by total contentment. I reached around and grasped Harvey's ass in both hands, pulling him in, clear to the balls, holding him there until I felt him discharge a large amount of pre-cum. I eased off and then did it again, receiving even more sweet liquid for my efforts. I could tell Harvey was close to cumming but he suddenly pushed my hungry mouth away, holding me a few inches away. I must have looked like a starving fish, fighting to get it back in my mouth. 

"Christ, girl. I almost came! Get on the bed!"

I scurried onto the bed and lay down on my back with my legs apart, anxiously waiting. I was burning up, sopping wet. Harvey hovered over me, big imposing, making me feel small and vulnerable. He licked my mouth a couple times then his lips trailed downward, taking a nipple into his mouth, biting it. I cried out. Only my shoulders and feet were touching the bed. He looked up at me, his eyes full of hunger. I was burning up with my need. 

I whispered, "Hurry." 

He licked down my stomach, tongued my belly-button, and when I felt his breath on my pubic mound I cried out again, louder. His tongue ran around the edge of my vagina tantalizingly deliberate, and then slipped suddenly inside. I strained upward trying to help him, but he was going agonizingly slow. He licked up my juices, leaving it again to lick my tender anus, my thighs straining and trembling with the effort of holding my body off the bed. The wetness of his tongue trailed all the way up my crack to my vagina again, probing deeply. I was so close to cumming when he stopped, and I groaned with frustration. 

The bed shifted and I opened my eyes to find his hairy sacs right above my face. I lifted my head and nibbled the loose skin around them. Then he shifted forward and I was able to reach his cock just as he devoured my pussy again. He came first, emptying his balls into my hungry mouth, thick rich semen shooting out the corners around his shaft, running down the sides of my face as I gulped faster to keep it all. Then I also exploded, deep inside my soft belly, dying as all my strength suddenly ran out of the opening between my legs. It lasted a very long, satisfying time. 

I finally became aware of the heavy weight first, and Harvey's limp cock against the side of my face. The weight abruptly disappeared and I looked up to find Harvey beside me, his back against the headboard. My chin felt sticky, crusty. I rubbed it off, and found Harvey smiling at me. 

"God, you are beautiful," he said smiling. "Even with cum on your face."

That made me smile too. I slid up beside him licked my juices from his face then lay my face against his hairy chest. His thick cock now lay limply against his thigh, looking very satisfied. I had never felt so content. I reached out and took it in my hand, its girth making my hand look small. I slid my fingers over it lightly in astonishment at the pleasure it seemed to produce in me. Then I cupped his balls, massaging them gently. His cock jerked slightly. 

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered, gazing at it as it slowly filled with blood. I lowered my 

face and flicked its head with my tongue, then licked it all around.

"Ah baby," he groaned softly. "You are something else."

He positioned me on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, got behind me and rubbed his cock against my opening. 

"Please don't hurt me," I muttered against the pillow. 

"It'll be better this time," he said as he applied more pressure. There was friction and a little burning but not like before. His cock slipped in this time without feeling as if he were ripping my guts out. I sighed and offered myself up for his penetration. He didn't disappoint. Soon he was inside and I was moving with him as he increased his pace. Then, he was battering my vagina like a bull. It felt like a fence post entering and leaving my pussy, every stroke rubbing against my clit. It hurt, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain this time. 

I lay with my chest on the bed, face to one side, vagina up and open, a willing victim to his vicious assault. I could feel every ridge and blood vessel as it pushed the walls of my vagina aside to make room for its thickness, driving me out of my mind. The pleasure kept intensifying until I was sobbing into the pillow, clawing at the bedspread as I pushed my ass back against his violent thrusts. I came - and just as it subsided, I came again - over and over multiple orgasms racking my slender body. His cock suddenly expanded, jumping and jerking as he grunted, exploding deep inside my pussy, spurt after spurt against my cervix, triggering yet another climax deep inside my core. After it was over, we both collapsed into total exhaustion, sleeping for an hour. 

I drug myself back home feeling used and guilty again but also strangely satisfied, although my vagina was tender and still leaking from Harvey's huge load of semen. It felt cold and sticky against my thighs, I smelled like sex, and needed a bath badly. I stood under the shower for twenty minutes, attempting to clean my body – and my guilty consciousness. I knew I was completely out of control, but didn't quite know how to stop. 

Even after being totally satiated from my long bout of sexual escapades in Harvey's bedroom, each time my mind wandered a bit I saw Harvey's think cock in front of my face, and I was already wet again. The last thing he'd said as I left, was, "Leave your bedroom patio door unlatched around 10:00 tomorrow night." I shook my head "no", but I don't think he believed me. 



Obsession



This is based on a true experience; some things have been changed for security purposes.

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College boys obsession with a helping neighbor

It was my sophomore year at Missouri Western State University. I had just traveled back from Colorado, bringing with me most of my belongings. I decided that I wanted to stay in St. Joseph. I didn't want to miss a chance to be seen by a recruiter because I was out of town, so moving here seemed like a good idea. I hated living in the dorms and decided to rent an apartment right off 22nd and Jules. A duplex isn't bad for a small town like this. I was minutes away from the school, the belt, hospital, downtown, heck I was in the middle of town. 

I had spent most of my day moving things with some of my football buddies. It was getting close to night fall and my buds left me. I didn't have any real big items to worry about. I continued moving things in. It wasn't long when I heard someone ask if I could use an extra set of hands. I wasn't going to argue. I handed the person the two boxes I was carrying. 

"Hey, I'm Damon! Thanks for the extra set of hands!" I grabbed a few more boxes out of my truck. 

"Oh, it's not a problem. I know what it's like to not have help moving everything in. And my name is Amber." I was kind of taken aback. I thought Amber was a guy. Short hair, glasses, batman t-shirt, and ragged jeans. Her voice was a tad deep. It took me a while to get over that. I didn't realize how long until we had emptied out the truck 2 hours later. 

"Thanks for your help. I would offer you a drink or some food but everything's packed and now I need to unpack." Amber walked over to a corner of boxes and started unpacking them. She stopped, pulled out her phone, and put on music. Carry on my wayward son... After talking to her for a few hours while moving and unpacking, I really thought that she's once cool chick. I looked at my watch and it was 11pm. "Wow! Look at the time! We've got almost everything unpacked and in the process I forgot to eat."

"NO problem, why don't you come to my house, I'll whip us up some food." We walked across the street to her house. Her porch had a round table, an outdoor love seat, and lilies growing in front of her porch. It was a nice set up. We walked in and were greeted by her two dogs. Her brother was gone helping their mom. The dogs eventually got used to me when dinner was served. Tuna and mayo with crackers. I had never had it before but it was amazing. 2am came around and we said our goodnights. 

The next few weeks we would hang out a lot. I was really into her. One night I decided to try and kiss her and she pulled away. She was polite about it, but it just made me want her more. She told me she wasn't looking for anything. A few months later I tried to kiss her again, and again she pulled away. We had talked about out futures. She wanted to get married and have kids, although she was told she couldn't have any. She was up for adopting a kid or three. She wanted adventure in life.

A few weeks later she left for a few weeks on vacation. Those were the worst weeks of my year. I had become addicted to her. More than that I was obsessed with her. I followed her Facebook, texted and called, even emailed her every day. She barely responded which pissed me off. I didn't like being ignored by her. I knew her; I knew she was ignoring me. My mouth was watering and my pants bulging thinking about every detail of her. She wore green glasses, green was her favorite color, she wore a brave bracelet she got from a concert, she didn't always shave her legs but she didn't let them get out of control. She didn't wear bras, she had small breasts, and she wore boxers as they're more comfortable. She loved superheroes, punk rock, action movies, and she could play the drums. I had to have her. 

She returned home, and I started stalking her. I wanted to know everything about her. 

One night I followed her to her 2nd job, a phone repair place on the south belt. I waited for everyone to leave except her. I waited for her to start putting the blinds down and turning everything to closed. I got out of my truck and walked in.

"Hey Damon. I'm closing up. Did you need something?" I asked her to look up something for me. She walked over and locked the door with her keys and turned off the main lights. "This way people don't try to come in." I didn't give her the chance to sit down again. I grabbed her, covering her mouth, and I kicked her feet out from under her. I took a piece of duct tape and stuck it over her mouth, around her hands, and then I took my shirt off. I was straddling her. I pushed her shirt up revealing her small but round breasts. I smacked them, pinched her nipples, getting them nice and hard. I licked her all the way up to her neck.

I spent time nibbling on her ear, kissing her neck. She wasn't going to let me enjoy this though. I got her pants off her and seen she had recently shaved her pussy. Rubbing the back of her legs didn't do anything either. I started to lightly touch her pussy. She was trying to resist the excitement. I started to eat that pussy. It was good. 

I undid my belt and took my pants off. My dick was stiff. I made sure to tease her now soaking pussy with my head for a while. Without warning I just rammed it in. I jackrabbited her pussy and then I pulled out. I waited a few minutes, and then slowly inserted my dick back in. I made love to her. Nice and slow. I could feel her tightening around me. She was going to cum. I slowed down even more dragging it out.

Finally it was too much and we both exploded. I stayed in her for a few minutes. Kissing her, fucking her, making sure that I was done. I got dressed. I told her she says anything to anyone and she'll regret it.

A few weeks later my grandpa was in town visiting. I told him about her. He wanted to meet the girl I fucked. He told me to invite her over. We hadn't been friends since that night, but she was kind and came over to meet him. He invited her in, and she walked into the living room. I followed. He stopped me saying, "Now, let's have some fun!"



Obsession



Damn, Alyson thought, she's doing it again!

"She" was Melissa, Alyson's roommate, and "it" was Melissa's distracting habit of running around their apartment half-naked. Today it was just bra and panties, as she stood ironing some clothes for her date that night. They were pretty skimpy little panties that left nothing to the imagination. Well, actually, they left a lot to Alyson's imagination. Melissa's panties were tiny - not a thong but very low cut, just a thin strip of fabric stretched across her wide hips, barely covering her pubic mound and in the back, exposing the top half of her butt crack. 

Melissa's antics drove Alyson crazy. It wasn't that she was a prude, not at all, just the opposite. The real issue was that Alyson wanted Melissa, wanted her badly, but she was afraid to risk their friendship by making any move to get what she wanted. "Melissa," she exclaimed, "put some clothes on!" 

Melissa responded with an annoyed frown. She didn't seem to get it. Alyson suspected that she liked doing this. She wondered if Melissa walked around the apartment completely naked when Alyson wasn't there. The thought intrigued her.

"The shades are up," she added. "People can see in."

"Oh, okay, okay" Melissa responded at last, a bit exasperated by Alyson's concern, "just let me finish this!"

Alyson watched as Melissa flitted around the living room, picking up one article of clothing after another as she tried to decide what would look best. This date tonight seemed to be a really big deal to her, but Alyson didn't understand why. It was just another guy, nobody special as far as Alyson could tell.

Perhaps it was important to Melissa because she didn't get as many dates as Alyson did. Alyson could not understand that, either, but it was true. Alyson pretty much had all the men she wanted, and yes, more than Melissa. The guys were attracted to Alyson's bubbly personality and her cute face, framed by her long, dark brown hair, and her big, brown eyes and wide mouth that just exploded into a smile. And they liked her body, too. Alyson had a very nice shape on her five-foot, four-inch frame, with nice, full boobs and a darling little butt. Alyson was very proud of her butt, and it got her a lot of attention from the guys. 

So, yes, Alyson got more male attention, but Melissa had her own type of beauty. While she wasn't the "cute little babe" like Alyson, she was hot in her own way. She had a pretty, heart-shaped face and shoulder-length chestnut hair, and while she didn't always turn heads on the street, at this time of year, when the onset of summer brought out a girlish sprinkling of freckles across her narrow nose and lightened her hair to a softer brown, she looked adorable.

Ultimately, though, it was Melissa's body that had Alyson enthralled. There were times, like now, when Alyson couldn't take her eyes off her. Melissa was tall - five foot ten, but she was no beanpole. She had a dancer's legs - beautiful, long legs that filled out her jeans with a delicious, muscular shape that was athletic but also curvy and feminine. She was smaller on top, at least for her size, but her hips - oh god, Alyson loved her hips! They were wide and womanly, perfectly proportioned for her height. Melissa was a big girl, and her pelvis was wide to match her size. Her hips did not look "fat", not at all - just broad and full, accented by a surprisingly small waist that gave her bottom half the perfect curve of a classic "hourglass" figure. When she wore her favorite tight, low-cut jeans, she looked amazing. 

The simple fact was that Alyson really wanted to do her. She had felt that way for a while, perhaps even a few years back, when they were roommates in college, though at the time it wasn't so clear to her. Now though, she was just dying to get at her. All she could think of was having those luscious hips in her hands while she buried her face between Melissa's legs.

Later that night, Alyson was home alone, drinking a little wine and watching TV. Melissa was gone on her big date and would not be back for several hours, or, if things went well, not until morning. Alyson thought about that, thought about this guy making love to Melissa and how Melissa would respond. It was a vision Alyson often raised in her mind, of Melissa moaning and writhing in pleasure, ending in the throes of orgasm. It excited her to think about it. And she was certain that she could make Melissa cum harder and more often than some horny, impatient guy. If only she could get the opportunity!

Just as those thoughts were going through her mind, the door suddenly opened. It was Melissa. She was wearing the sexy black dress that she had picked out for her date. She looked really, really hot in that dress, but the look on her face was not a happy one.

"Oh gosh," Alyson said, "you're home early."

"Yeah," Melissa replied sullenly. "That was a total bust. No chemistry whatsoever." She stared straight ahead for a second, as if reviewing her disappointing night, then added, "I'm going to go change."

Minutes later, Melissa was back, looking much more casual in cutoff jeans and a simple top. As usual, the shorts were low-cut, and she had tied the top up in a knot, revealing about four inches of her bare mid-drift. That patch of skin had been driving Alyson crazy for months. Now, after the thoughts she'd been having, the sight cruelly teased her and further increased her desire. Melissa came to the sofa and sat down next to Alyson, completely oblivious to her best friend's state of mind. 

"God, I'm so fucking horny now!" she complained. "I really needed some fun tonight." 

That was the last thing Alyson needed to hear right then. She snuck a quick look at Melissa's flat, bare belly, at her darling little navel, and felt a twinge of desire surge through her. 

Exhaling with an exhausted "Whew!" Melissa lay back in the sofa, raising her arms over her head in a pose that caused her shirt to rise up even farther, exposing even more skin. It was too much for Alyson to resist. She reached out and playfully ran her finger over Melissa's abdomen. Melissa's stomach twitched in response and she let out a little "Eek!"

Unperturbed, Alyson gave her a bratty grin and did it again. This time with all four fingers, and lower, just above the low-slung waist of her shorts. "You're pretty proud of this, aren't you?" she said breathily, as her fingers moved boldly back and forth over the soft skin.

"What do you mean?" Melissa asked, her tone slightly defensive. 

"Oh, I just mean that you like to show off your belly. That's not bad," she added quickly, "You have a really nice stomach, firm and flat. It is pretty sexy, if you ask me." She tried to give Melissa an inviting smile as her fingers continued to caress her. Then she grew bolder, letting her fingers stray just under Melissa's waistband. That drew a stronger response. 

"Alyson!" she scolded, removing her hand with a laugh and a good-natured slap, "I'm horny already. You don't need to make it worse!"

Now Alyson's fingers trailed lightly on Melissa's bare leg. She gave her a sly smile and said, "I'm sorry, Mel. I know you had a bad night. And I don't mean to make it worse, babe." She cocked her head in an inquiring pose. "Maybe I can make it better."

Melissa looked at her friend skeptically. "Alyson, what are you thinking? We're not lesbians. You're just drunk."

"Well, I am a little drunk, and no, I'm not a lesbian, but I have fooled around a couple of times. And beside ... well ... you said you were horny." Her hand was firmly parked now on Melissa's upper thigh, her fingers still moving just a tiny bit.

Melissa squirmed a little and ignored the hand - and the "horny" comment. She asked, simply, "So when was this?"

"Well," Alyson proceeded cautiously, "Do you remember Stephanie, from my work?"

"Stephanie?" Melissa replied, "Oh yeah, Stephanie" She rolled her eyes. "'The Blonde Bod', right? Yeah, I remember her." 

Melissa's nickname for Stephanie was not a compliment. The eye-roll reflected Melissa's feelings about her. She thought Stephanie was full of herself and kind of a bitch, but in truth, she was rather envious of her, of her body, especially her large, firm breasts. Stephanie made her feel a little insecure about her own body. But Melissa had to ask. "So what about her?"

"Well, remember her party, the one you skipped? And I stayed at her place that night because I was too drunk to drive? Well, she was drunk, too, and well... we did it."

Melissa eyed her sideways, thinking about what she had just heard. Finally, she asked, "And what exactly does 'it' mean?"

Alyson said nothing for a moment and then answered with a little smile, "It means I did her, Melissa. We had sex and 

I went down on her. I ate her out."

Melissa's mouth dropped, her eyes wide, "Seriously?" she asked. "Alyson, seriously??? You did 'The Blonde Bod'???"" 

Alyson raised her eyebrows playfully, and displayed a smug "look at me" smile. Melissa stared at her for a bit and then gave her own playful grin. "Why Alyson," she said, "you little devil." Then she asked, hesitantly, "So how was it? Did you like it? Was that the only time?"

"That was the only time with Steph, but I've done a couple of other girls, too. And yeah, I liked it. I really liked it. It was fun." Alyson smiled mischievously, "I know you don't really like her, but you can't deny that Steph is really hot." She let a few seconds elapse for effect. Then she leaned in to whisper the rest in Melissa's ear. "It really was amazing. I made her cum. And she told me I was really, really good." 

She sat back to let that thought sink in. Then she added, in the most seductive voice she could muster, "So, don't you want to find out how good I am?"

Before Melissa could answer, Alyson took the initiative, leaning in to place one soft, gentle kiss on Melissa's neck. Melissa didn't really respond, but she also didn't object, so Alyson leaned in again, this time placing her kiss on Melissa's mouth and running her tongue lightly over her lips. After another pause with still no objection, she went in one more time. This time, she opened her mouth against Melissa's and pushed her tongue forward. To her delight, 

Melissa's opened up to let her in. 

With no resistance, Alyson's tongue did a slow dance in Melissa's mouth, their tongues swabbing wetly over each other, their passions rising. Alyson worked a long, sexy lick around Melissa's teeth and tongue, and Melissa responded with a deep, low moan, clutching at Alyson, pulling her tight against her. That reaction further inflamed Alyson's lust for her. She could feel herself getting very wet as their kissing continued. Everything was going just as she'd hoped, just as she always imagined it!

Alyson returned to Melissa's neck, placing light, sexy kisses there as Melissa closed her eyes and dropped her head back to give her more access. Alyson used one hand to caress her cheek while the other hand snuck down to run softly over Melissa's small, A-cup breasts. It excited Alyson to touch them, even over her bra and through the fabric of her top. The mere fact that she was touching them was another indication of Melissa's willingness, one more step toward what Alyson really wanted - to taste Melissa's pussy.

Becoming bolder, Alyson slipped her hand down, across the smooth, soft skin of Melissa's belly and up under her top. Both girls responded, Alyson with a little whimper of joy and Melissa with an involuntary, pleasurable contraction of her abdomen. Alyson's hand moved higher, up to Melissa's bra, and then under it to find her breast and nipple. Alyson broke their kiss and stared intently into Melissa's eyes, searching for a reaction as she played with her titties.

"You like?" Alyson asked quietly, smiling warmly.

"Oh Alyson," Melissa sighed. "I had no idea."

Alyson's smile grew wider. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time," she said, gently twisting the nipple between her fingers. "You're just so beautiful, so sexy!"

Melissa didn't answer, but her fervent moan and the way she pulled Alyson back to kiss her said everything. They made out like that for a while, with Alyson taking the lead, fondling her breasts, then moving her hand down to caress the exposed flesh above the waist of Melissa's pants. She let her hand move around her waist, to Melissa's rear, where her fingers slipped into the back of her pants, playing lightly in the top of her asscrack.

"Oooh!" Melissa exclaimed in mock shock. 

Alyson responded with a simple flash of her eyes. Her breathing had become deeper, heavier. Between breaths she said, "Why don't we go to my room?" Melissa's response was a simple nod.

Melissa led the way. Right behind her, Alyson eyed her swaying hips hungrily as she walked. She was trying not to let her desire show, but that was impossible. She just wanted her so badly. Luckily, Melissa didn't seem to mind.

They plopped onto the bed in a sitting position. Alyson immediately began kissing again, her head bent back to adjust to their height difference. She broke off to whisper, "I'm going to do you so good, babe, so good." Melissa smiled at her enthusiasm as Alyson tugged at her top, pulling it up and off. Melissa sensed what she wanted and reached back to undo her bra, slipping it off. Alyson immediately dipped her head down to Melissa's chest.

Alyson worked on Melissa's nipples, licking over and around the left one, then taking the little nub into her mouth, biting lightly, then sucking hard, making Melissa groan. Alyson let out a little whimper of her own. She was so excited to finally be doing this. Her hand worked on Melissa's other nipple, twisting and rolling the little morsel between thumb and forefinger until it was hard and swollen. She could feel Melissa's body trembling from the stimulation - from Alyson's mouth on her breasts, but also from the hand that was now trailing seductively down her torso, over her ribs, to the smooth, soft skin of her abdomen. 

Alyson let her hand wander down to the beltline of Melissa's shorts. She slipped her hand inside, hardly believing that this was really happening, that Melissa was not stopping her. The shorts were tight, but not too tight, and Alyson was able to get her hand all the way in, until her fingers were in the heat of Melissa's crotch. Slipping inside her panties, she was thrilled to find the warm, wet slit of Melissa's cunt.

"Alyson," Melissa started to object, "No... oh god, No ... Oh god, Yesssss!!"

Alyson moved the end of her middle finger slowly several times along the length of Melissa's pussy and then dipped inside. Damn, she thought, it feels so good in there! Melissa whimpered quietly as she coated Alyson's finger with warm, buttery fluids. Then she groaned as Alyson pushed it all the way in, letting out an excited little cry herself.

Alyson held her finger there for a few long seconds, enjoying the feel of it, the tight, moist heat of Melissa's cunt. She could feel it throbbing with desire around her finger. She rotated it inside and then stroked slowly in and out, making Melissa whimper. She kept fingering her for a while, but then she wanted more. "I think we should get naked," she breathed. 

Melissa smiled meekly and stood up to undo her belt, then unzipped her shorts and stepped out of them. She was about to take off her panties when Alyson stopped her. "Wait," she said, "leave those on for now. You look so hot in them!" Then Alyson took off her own clothes, all the while devouring Melissa's near-nakedness with her eyes.

Alyson moved back to the bed and pulled Melissa down with her. She rolled on top of her, their bodies rubbing hotly against each other. "You're gonna like this," she said, "Skin on skin, all the way down - it feels incredible." Alyson moved her body against Melissa's, her larger breasts rolling against Melissa's smaller ones, the silky softness of both their bodies feeling just as good as Alyson promised. Melissa uttered a low "Mmmmm" and let her hands roam over Alyson, up and down her sides, briefly feeling her tits, and finally settling on her cute little butt, squeezing and fondling the soft, round buns. Alyson gave a quiet cry. She loved having Melissa caress her, but what she really wanted was to explore Melissa's body.

She moved down, kissing lower until her tongue probed delicately into the recess of Melissa's navel. Melissa whimpered quietly, and her stomach undulated in response to the touch. She was totally aroused now. Alyson played a bit in Melissa's little crater, then slid down to Melissa's hips, her hands passing lightly over the soft curves, her lips and tongue working sensuously into the small hollows of her hipbones. Melissa responded with a delightful little pleasure-cry that really got Alyson's juices flowing. 

Alyson moved down farther, just an inch or so, to nuzzle her nose and mouth into the warm crevice between Melissa's upper thigh and her mound. That drew another whimper, more urgent this time. Melissa obviously knew what was coming. She knew that Alyson was going to eat her out, and now she really wanted it. Alyson could smell the delicious fragrance of Melissa's aroused pussy, and it was driving her wild. She wanted to just tear off her panties and plunge face first into her luscious snatch. 

Finally she could wait no longer. She reached down and slowly pulled Melissa's panties from her hips, down over those long, long legs, and finally off. Now she was presented with a full-length view of Melissa's lithe, naked body. From this angle, her lovely legs dominated her vision, two long, shapely columns that led Alyson's eyes once again to the wide curve of her hips, which tapered sharply to that narrow, trim waist. Between her thighs, she caught a quick glimpse of the narrow slit of Melissa's womanhood, before she instinctively closed them, blocking her view. 

Alyson gave her a sly smile. "You're not going to get shy now, are you?" In response, Melissa gave her the cutest expression, a playful grin and coquettish rise of one eyebrow. Then she slowly parted her thighs to give Alyson a clear view of her cunt. Alyson gave a little cry and began to lick eagerly over Melissa's legs, starting at the back of her knees, down over her calves, and then back up to her long, muscular thighs. She licked her thighs slowly, tortuously, placing tiny kisses on the inside of each one, moving upward, licking closer and closer to the pink treasure of Melissa's pussy. Alyson let her tongue trace one long lick up her inner thigh, and Melissa tensed and let out a pathetic, high-pitched "Ohhhhh...aaaa!" 

Alyson looked at Melissa's slit there between her legs, so wet and swollen with desire. God, she wanted it! Her fingers traced gentle caresses over Melissa's legs as she moved into the best position. Her hands trembled as she cupped Melissa's lovely hips in her hands, those hips she's been drooling over for all the past months. And then she leaned forward, bent in and licked into the dripping font of Melissa's pussy. It tasted wonderful - full and fragrant, earthy and sublime. And so wet!! Alyson knew that Melissa was enjoying what they were doing, but she had no idea just how aroused she was. Alyson's first lick into her pussy extracted a copious glob of cunt cream. She closed her eyes as she took the sweet elixir into her mouth, savored the experience for a moment, and then gulped it down. An intense shiver ran through her as she thought about what she had just swallowed. Then, with a little cry, she dove back between Melissa's legs.

Melissa spread her legs wider, her feet flat on the bed, her knees up, trying to get more of what Alyson was giving her. She looked down at her friend's face between her legs and their eyes met, Melissa's wide with wonder and pleasure, Alyson's smoky and intense with pure, unadulterated lust. Alyson's eyes closed and an urgent, muffled moan escaped her lips as her mind was absorbed in the carnality of the moment. Her tongue twirled in the moist slot, licking every slick surface she could find, then plunging deep into the hot, wet hole. She could feel the soft tissues pulsing around her tongue as she probed inside. Melissa responded with a stifled whine. Her eyes remained fixed on Alyson, amazed at her friend's skill and passion. She cried out as Alyson's tongue found her clitoris, her body arching in response, and finally her head fell back and her eyes closed as she focused on the pleasure she was getting from her best friend's tongue.




Obsession



Melissa's hips were moving now, up and down in a frantic, sensual rhythm that matched the tempo of Alyson's tongue on her girl parts. "Oh God, that feels good," she murmured, "Oh Alyson, it feels SO GOOD!" Melissa was losing control, her plaintive moans filling the room, her hips moving on their own, pumping against Alyson's mouth in an animal rhythm. Alyson pushed Melissa's long legs farther apart, opening her up as she licked deeply into her now dripping cunt, making her groan and shimmy against Alyson's mouth. "Oh god, Al, oh god!!" was all she could say. Alyson licked upward and slid her tongue over the swollen tip of Melissa's clitoris. "ohhhhhh. Oh, Alyson ... Oh fuck!" she whimpered. Alyson moved in and sucked on it and Melissa went through the roof, arching up and practically screaming, "Ohhhh... nnnggh ...AAAAAIIIIII!!" 

T that point, Alyson was beside herself. She couldn't get enough of Melissa. Her shameless "Mmmmmm" sounds filled the room as she feasted on the delicious meal between Melissa's legs. She kept licking and sucking her clittie, making Melissa whine and clutch frantically at the sheets. She was driving Melissa up the wall and she loved it. 

But Alyson needed some pleasure, too. While still licking Melissa, she slipped one hand down between her own legs and started to masturbate. An intense jolt of pleasure shot through her, but she kept her mouth pasted firmly to Melissa's cunt, because she knew that Melissa was close to cumming. There was no mistaking the firm grip of her hands on her head. 

She wanted to keep this going, to eat Melissa out as long as possible, but she also wanted to finally see Melissa writhing in the throes of orgasm and to know that she did that to her. She kept licking around Melissa's clit until at last she got what she'd been hoping for. Melissa hit her climax and as she did, she clamped those firm, athletic thighs tightly around Alyson's head, confining her in the most wonderful prison she could imagine. The sound was nearly blocked out, but she could still hear Melissa's quiet cries as her orgasm jolted through her. Melissa's vise of soft flesh held Alyson firmly in her crotch and squeezed repeatedly as her body shimmied and twitched with pleasure. Alyson pushed her tongue all the way into the warm cave of Melissa's pussy and felt another gush of Melissa's sweet cream pouring into her mouth. Suddenly, she was cumming herself.

Alyson continued to lick Melissa as she slowly settled down - long, soft tongue-swabs over every inch of her pussy. At last, Melissa seemed blissfully relaxed, her breathing more even, her body calm except for an occasional jerk as the aftershocks of orgasm caught her. Alyson's own breathing still came in gasps. She was still terribly excited by what she had just done, what she had experienced with Melissa. She heard a little laugh and looked up at Melissa inquisitively. Melissa just giggled and pointed at Alyson. Then she realized what had caused the laugh. Alyson's mouth, nose, and chin were heavily coated with Melissa's juices. Looking down at her, Melissa could not repress a smile at the sight. "Wow," was all she said.

Alyson sheepishly wiped her face on the sheet and then moved up to cuddle with Melissa. "So," she said, "did you like it? Was it as good as I said?"

Melissa smiled smugly and replied, "Yeah, it was good. It was VERY good. You have hidden talents, Al."

Alyson liked that. She looked up hopefully at Melissa and asked, "Do you want me to do it some more?"

Melissa eyes widened. She tried to suppress a smile but she couldn't. "Sure," she replied, "whatever you want."

Alyson wasted no time. In seconds, she was back between Melissa legs, staring lovingly at Melissa's engorged lips. Melissa looked down at her friend getting ready to please her. Already, her hips were moving in anticipation. "You really like doing this, don't you?" she asked.

Alyson looked up with some chagrin. For some reason she was embarrassed to say it out loud. She gave a noncommittal shrug, but the answer was obvious. Already, her hands were roving over the soft skin of Melissa's thighs, stroking them as much for her own pleasure as for Melissa's. And then Melissa thrilled her - she placed her hand on Alyson's head and firmly urged her into her pussy.

So Alyson ate Melissa out again. With passion and love, she pressed her mouth to her friend's, beautiful, glistening, pussy, stroking her clit with her tongue and sliding both palms under the girl's smooth, clenching buns. Within minutes she produced another intense, hip-jerking orgasm that delighted both of them. And then later, she did it again, while diddling herself to another orgasm of her own. Both girls went to sleep very happy that night.

The morning was not so easy. Both girls were a little uncomfortable and avoided looking at each other directly. The whole dynamic between them had changed. The day before, they were best friends and roommates. Now they were what? Lovers? Fuck-buddies? And in the previous night's activates, Alyson had clearly assumed a submissive role. Would that carry over?

But the following day was better, more normal, and the day after that even better. Neither of the girls mentioned their night together, and things seemed to be going back to their usual routine. However, about a week later, as they were sitting on the couch together, Melissa subtly raised the subject.

"Damn, Alyson," she said, "I'm feeling really horny."

Alyson looked rather blankly at her and replied simply, "Oh yeah? Really?"

"Yeah," Melissa said, smiling. "Would you want to do it again?" 

There was no mistaking what "it" was. Even if the words weren't clear, the subtle shifting of Melissa's hips on the couch told the underlying story. And Alyson did want to do it again. She had wanted to ever since that first night.

So Alyson went down on Melissa, and like the first night, she did a great job, but this time was a little different, with a different feel. Melissa was much more aggressive than the first time, more greedy and demanding. She grabbed Alyson's head and held it firmly, her fingers entwined in Alyson's long, dark hair as she ground into her, wiping her wet, sticky folds up and down, all over Alyson's face before clamping her thighs around Alyson's face and shimmying through two intense orgasms. She basically treated Alyson as her fuck-toy. They both loved it.

The same thing happened a few nights later, then twice the following week, then four times the next week. Soon it had become a nightly ritual. Melissa would say something like, "Alyson, I'm feeling a need," or, more directly, 

"Alyson, it's time for your snack." Sometimes they would retire to one of their bedrooms for their fun, but usually it happened in the living room, with Melissa lying back in the couch with her legs spread wide and Allyson on her knees between them. Alyson would dutifully, and happily, give her mistress all the pleasure she wanted.

For there was no question now of their roles. Melissa was clearly the dominant, the mistress, and Alyson was her "pleaser", her pussy-slave. Melissa never offered to return the favor and please Alyson, and Alyson never asked her to. They were both quite happy with that arrangement.

One of those nights, while Alyson was down on her, Melissa raised her leg and nudged Alyson's head downward. "Eat my ass, Al", she said bluntly. Alyson had never done that before, not for anyone, but she did not hesitate now. She did what Melissa commanded. She licked her asshole and fingered her clit until she came even harder than usual. And Alyson enjoyed it thoroughly. After that, ass-licking was a regular part of their routine. Now Alyson was her ass-slave, too.

So it went for several months, until something unusual happened. Alyson came home from work a little late to find Melissa sitting on the couch with another girl. Alyson didn't know the girl, but she noticed immediately that she was very attractive - a tall, pale redhead with a great body. Melissa introduced her as "Maggie". Both Maggie and Melissa were dressed in their work clothes - fashionable, mid-thigh skirts and conservative blouses.

Melissa smiled impishly. "I told Maggie about all the fun we have together, Alyson - about your nightly snack."

Alyson was surprised and dismayed that Melissa had shared their secret. But she was absolutely shocked at Melissa's next words.

"I told her she could watch while you do me. I knew you wouldn't mind." She tilted her head in a questioning way, but it was obvious she expected Alyson to comply.

"But, I ... I," Alyson stammered.

Melissa looked mildly annoyed at the hesitancy. "Come on, Alyson," she said, parting her legs and raising her skirt a bit for encouragement. "You know you want to. You always want to."

Alyson could feel her face turning red at Melissa's presumptive words, but she found herself slowly moving toward the couch and the two girls.

"That's right, Al. Get down here and eat me out. Show Maggie what a good cunt licker you are." 

Alyson hesitated briefly, but she just couldn't help herself. She dropped to her knees. With a satisfied smile, Melissa hiked up her skirt, slipped off her panties, and spread her legs wide. "Come on, Al," she breathed, "Do it."

All logic told Alyson to get up and leave, but she couldn't do it. Instead, she leaned forward and took Melissa's already wet cunt into her mouth. Melissa responded with a fervent "Mmmmmm" and Alyson proceeded with her task.

"Look at me while you eat me out," Melissa ordered, and Alyson did, as she usually did. She loved watching the expression on Melissa's face while she pleasured her. But now it was different. It wasn't just Melissa looking down at her. Maggie was watching, too, her eyes fixed on the erotic display before her. And Melissa was not just looking at Alyson. Her eyes darted back and forth from Alyson's head between her legs to Maggie's face. She was getting off on Maggie watching them.

Usually it took a while to get Melissa to orgasm, but not this time. In minutes, she was grunting and moaning and grinding her crotch into Alyson's mouth. And she was very, very wet. Alyson could feel her juices running down her chin. Yes, having an audience did have an effect.

Having finished her job, Alyson glanced over at Maggie. She had definitely enjoyed the show. One of her hands was working between her legs. Melissa noticed it, too. She looked at Alyson and, with artificial concern, said, "Oh Alyson, look what we've done to poor Maggie. She's all excited."

Alyson didn't get the implication at first, but Melissa made it clear. "I think you need to give Maggie some relief, Al. I think you need to eat her out, too."

"Melissa!" Alyson objected. "You can't mean that."

"Of course I do. You just ate me out in front of a complete stranger. I know you love doing it. Why should I be the only one who gets to enjoy the talents of your mouth?"

Alyson looked at Melissa, then at Maggie, and finally answered with a meek, "Okay." 

In seconds, Maggie had her panties down and her legs open. Her faced was filled with a filthy leer as she waited for Alyson's tongue. And Alyson gave her just what she wanted - a long dose of exquisitely slow head. Alyson held onto her thighs as she ground and groaned just like Melissa had. As Alyson was pleasing her, Maggie turned to Melissa and said between gasping breaths, "Damn, you're right, she gives great head!"

Maggie took longer to get off than Melissa did. Alyson ate her out for at least twenty minutes before she finally reached her climax, her body twitching and her legs shaking from the pleasure. Once she was done, she quickly got her panties back and left. At the door, she thanked Melissa for the "fun", then as an afterthought added, to Alyson, "You too, babe." 

Alyson was mortified. The fact that both of them had only removed their panties made it more impersonal, more demeaning. They had used her like a sex toy. Unfortunately, her work wasn't done. Melissa had enjoyed the show with Maggie so much that she needed more, so Alyson proceeded with her usual "snack". 

And so things changed again, with Melissa even more in charge. A couple of weeks later, she brought home another girl, a petite blonde. Then it was a black-haired girl, followed by Maggie again, then a sexy black girl, and more. Each one got the same treatment. Each one came at least once in Alyson's mouth, and each time Melissa made her do her again after the girl left. And while Alyson was not totally happy about being used, she had to admit that at some level she enjoyed it.

This went on for several months, until Alyson saw something that changed everything. Melissa brought home a new girl and as she was leaving, Alyson caught her slipping money to Melissa. She was pimping her out!!

That did it. Alyson read the riot act and moved out the next week, staying with a friend until she could find a new place. Three weeks later she was still staying there, but her life had returned to relative normalcy. Then she got a text:: "Call me????" It was from Melissa.

Alyson ignored it, but soon got another: "Please?" And then another: "Please call me!" And so she did.

Melissa was sweet on the phone. It was like she was before, when they were just friends - best friends. And then she said it. "Al, I really miss you. I miss your smile. I miss your mouth."

Alyson tensed up as she read that. The mouth reference was not a bit subtle. She missed Alyson's mouth on her body. Alyson felt an empty ache in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't believe Melissa would actually ask her to come back.

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to Melissa's apartment.



Obsession



She showed up at my door with her little bag of toys, wearing a ball gag and sporting a leather lash. She was mine, all mine. For a week I owned her, and she was mine. A week off work, and plenty of fun to be had. 

All mine.

Hair pulled back tight – her ponytail burst of flame from the back of her head. Her eyes downcast. A choker encircling her neck with the leash over her shoulder. No bra straps visible under her halter, skirt too short to leave anything to the imagination. Mine for the week, that’s what she wanted.

Her name? I don’t need to know. Her job? To be mine, of course.

Why is she here? I don’t care, she’s here and that’s all I need.

What to do with her? Oh, the possibilities!

**********

First, down to the basement – her home for the next seven nights. No windows, no doors, no escape. I tie her hands to the hook in the ceiling. I’m glad she’s so short - her toes just barely able to touch the ground. She’ll be sore tomorrow. She’ll be sore for a month!

I want to always see the shock in her eyes, so no blindfold. Just the gag that will never come off. I admire her hanging there, almost unable to stop herself swaying on the hook. I’m going to love this week.

“I’m going to call you Red, from you hair, okay?” Not that it needs to be okay with her, but she nods anyway. “So Red, are you comfortable?” She isn’t, but again a nod. “Okay then, well goodnight,” and I’m off upstairs, turn out the light, close the door. Now my basement is pitch black, and Red will never know the time of day.

Since it would be cruel of me not to do anything on our first night together, I head downstairs at about midnight to flick peanuts at her. The aim of the game is to hit the ball gag for 100 points, her forehead for 75 points, her tits for 25 and 50 if it goes down her shirt.

I go though the rules with her, and let her know that she is supposed to try and dodge. A smack to the ass her punishment for not trying. Of course, by the end of the game she got smacked a lot since she couldn’t move very far. At the close of the game I have only 3250 points having never hit the bullseye, and I’ve gone through three kilograms of peanuts.

It’s about 2:00 in the morning so I head upstairs to bed. I leave all the peanuts down her shirt for later. I wake up about 9:00 and scramble some eggs. I blend up a protein shake with some fruit for Red to drink through a funnel. I take it downstairs to feed her, and nibble on some peanuts. Breast peanuts, could be a new food fad.

I knead her tits through her top and love the sound of rustling nuts between them. She doesn’t seem too impressed though, so I keep doing it. Despite her look, I know she loves it. Her face is flushed, Red just like her name. Freckles seem to join together to transform her skin from pale to tan, just from a rush of blood.

I stop fondling her and take up the little whip to punish her for enjoying herself.

“You’re not here for your benefit,” I whip her stomach, “you’re here for ME,” I whip her thigh. I slap her face, but since she’s already aroused, I can’t tell if she’s red from the slap or her horny. So I slap her again. “You’re here to please me, got it?” A nod, and a tear. Good.

It’s only 10:00 and I’m already feeling good about the week ahead.

“You need to pee?” A nod. I unhook her but leave the hands tied. I tie her feet as well, then throw her over my shoulder to carry her to the toilet. I decide to leave the seat up, so she can sit on the rim. Pulling up her skirt I’m glad to see she’s wearing a g-string that I can now leave around her knees.

“Okay Red, away you go,” and she just stares at me. “This is the only chance you get today, so make the most of it. Soon I hear the tinkle in the toilet, followed by a few plops. Another stare. “Go on, I’m not wiping you,” and you’d think she’d have figured that out. Her struggle to wipe with bound hands is amusing to me. I flush the toilet while she’s still on it, and use her skirt to dry her ass.

Then I have to hold her lazy-ass up while she washes her hands, bend her over the sink while I clean her butt-hole and pussy. The rest of her can be left alone, but my play-holes need to be squeaky clean. A quick check on her ass cheeks reveals that they’re still pink from her spanking. They’re very fleshy too. I like that.

Back downstairs, I hook her back up, but leave the feet tied so that she has even more difficulty dodging the peanuts I flick at her for about an hour. I eat some of the ones down her shirt, and I notice that the skin on her tits is a little raw from the salt. I lick the top of them and, yes they’re very salty.

“You’ve got nice tits Red.” The look in her eyes is magnificent, awe and respect and gratitude. So I rub her tits some more to replace the salt I just licked off. Now the look is even more magnificent, ire and lust mixed together. I think I love her. So I slap her in the face a few times before taking the whip to her ass.

She must like it, since she keeps moaning and moaning, even after I stop. Red and white stripes now adorn her beautiful ass globes. I kiss them both, just once each, and now she has goosebumps all over.

“You’ve got a nice ass Red.” She shivers, I run my fingers over her legs, and she starts to slip and sway, meagre footing lost to waves of giddiness. She even struggles to lift herself up, but her arms are too sore to function beyond a bare minimum, so her footing goes the way of the dodo, she just wants to escape my touch.

“Does that feel too good Red?” She nods. “Do you want me to stop?” She nods again. A slap to the thigh. I get out my drill and a bolt to attach another hook to the ceiling, about a metre from the first. I lift up her legs to hook her g-string to the ceiling. I want her knees to stay, but the thing slips down her legs and gets caught in to bindings at her ankles.

This is much better than I could have planned since she now has even less mobility and can barely lift herself out of a hanging U position. Plus, with her knickers attached, she has a bouncy quality that was lacking before.

“Are you comfortable Red?” And she nods. I leave her there while I go upstairs for lunch. It’s about 12:30 when I finish so I take a shower and organise my laundry. At about 1:30 I go back down stairs and go through the bag of goodies that Red brought over. There’s not much; two 12-inch dildos, five tubes of lubricant, a few coils of rope – I guess in case I didn’t have any - and a horsetail, which would explain the leash attached to the choker.

“I’m disappointed Red, there’s not much here, is there?” She shakes her head. “Oh well, guess I’ll have to make do.” I lube up a dildo and her pussy. There’s no reaction from her when I insert the dildo into her. I get it in half way before there’s any noticeable response. She starts squirming a little, so I apply more pressure.

“Can you take it all Red?” A shake of the head. I take the whip and lash her crunched stomach. “Can you take it all Red?” Again a shake. Another few lashes to the stomach and she still refuses to accept the foot long dildo. “Let me make it clear. You’re going to take it all Red.” She starts crying, then nods. I love the way her ponytail bobs with the nod – like licks of flame.

Finally with a lot of pressure and twists and moans from Red, the dildo is in all the way, the knob at the end the only clue as to her stuffed pussy. Obviously she enjoys this, as her clit is clearly visible peeking from between her stretched lips. I flick it and she quivers, bobbing up and down with her every twist and turn. I love those bounces, her halter shirt shaking with her tits and the peanuts that fill it.

Tickling her stomach only makes her shake more, her belly now quivering. I take a peanut and stick it in her navel, just for laughs. Then, unfortunately, her g-string snaps and the surprise on her face is well worth the inconvenience. I let her fall, swinging uncontrollably from the hook. It looks quite jarring, her body going one way, her legs another. Her shoulders must really hurt. But any screams are stifled by the gag, and carry no further than the room.

The joy of her wide eyes fades fast when I notice that the dildo has slipped from her tight insides.

“Look what you did Red. I’m very disappointed with you.” I whip her ass, her stomach, her thighs, and slap her face a few times for good measure. She cries the whole way through, for real this time. Her face is soaked with tears. She’s so beautiful. I have to push really hard to get the dildo back in her. She resists and twists and screams as well as she can, and I have to spank her a lot before it’s finally back in all the way.

“Now don’t let that fall out again, okay?” She nods. Good girl. I realise that I’ve only seen her lips and not her bush, so I push her skirt up around her waist. I find her hair neatly trimmed into that shape of a love heart, completely perfect curves and indentation. With her red hair it looks so cute.

“My little valentine,” I laugh at her. The peanut from her navel fell out as well, so I replace it. “Don’t lose this again, either,” and she tenses up, her belly shakes with her shallow breaths. “Good girl, you want lunch?” and she nods.

For lunch I have a nice sandwich on rye bread, and Red has another shake through a funnel fitted between the edge of her mouth and the gag. It’s about 3:30 now so I go upstairs and watch television until dinner. I decide that Red shouldn’t have dinner until much later so I go down stairs so she can watch me eating mine. I’ve now had her for a full day.

Being generous, I let Red get some sleep before feeding her at about midnight. Then I let her get some more sleep and wake her up at 2 a.m.

“Good morning Red,” she looks so weary, I think maybe she didn’t sleep and she realises that it isn’t morning at all. She’s been crying again. I lick her face to taste the salt and the look she gives me is so reproachful that I slap her face and spank her ass and eat some more breast peanuts.

Feeling let down, I leave her to hang while I go up to bed and sleep until about noon. Two nights gone, five remain. I have to start really using her. I go and fry up some bacon for breakfast and prepare another shake for Red. When I get down stairs, she hangs as if dead, if not for her expanding and contracting chest. The navel peanut is still in place, so I bend down to suck it out.

She’s awake in an instant, thrashing and flailing about, if someone bound hand and foot could be said to flail. Pure shock is in her eyes, her breathing rapid and shallow as if living a nightmare.

“Breakfast,” in my most cheerful voice. She takes a while to calm down. She has trouble swallowing some of the shake and it dribbles out around the ball gag, down her chin, into the bag of peanuts that is her shirt. “Don’t do that again, I’ll let it slip this time,” and I lick some of the shake off her chin. She tries to resist but I just pull on her ponytail and after a few cries she is still.

“Need to pee?” She nods. Again I leave the seat up. She hesitates, pointing to her crotch. “You’ll have to pee around the dildo, and don’t you dare push it out.” Compliance, she has a lot of pee, having been without solid food for a day. Another flush while she’s on that toilet and again I have to clean her pussy. The dildo slides out of her a little and I have to push it back in then slap her ass.

I hang her up again, it’s about 1:00. I’m at a loss for what to do so I just whip her a lot and flick peanuts at her until dinner, which I eat in front of her, savouring every mouthful. I hang her feet in the other hook, but despite the greater strength of the bindings, she doesn’t have that bounce that was so amusing with her knickers. Plus she seems alright, not moaning much and seemingly getting used to her position.

I’ve grown complacent. It’s only my third night with her and I‘m already starting to feel like tomorrow will see me running out of ideas. I need a break to clear my head.

“I’m out of peanuts,” I tell her and head up the stairs. She makes a loud moaning/screaming noise. “What is it Red?” Indicating her feet with her eyes and head movements. I get the idea that she wants me to unhook her feet. “No Red, your just hang, okay?” Her eyes are wide with fear and doubt, but she nods anyway. Good girl.

It’s 8:37 so most stores are closed. I drive around until I find a 24-hour place and stop in to grab some peanuts, about five kilograms. As I pass the magazine rack, I spot some men’s mags, girlie pics all over the covers. I pick one up and flick through, hoping to find a trigger, some inspiration. But there’s none, they’re all just girls flashing their tits.

Then it hits me. I haven’t even seen her tits! Feeling refreshed I buy the peanuts and head for home. On the way I come up with a few more ideas. I had forgotten about the horsetail and leash, so I’ll have to take her for a ride, bareback.

Her back! With the pain she must be feeling in her shoulders having her hands up all the time I’d completely ignored her back as a spot for whipping. Then another thought; her armpits have been staring me in the face the whole time and I haven’t even paid attention. I feel better about the next few days.

When I get home it’s 9:15. I figure I’ll feed her now, so I prepare a double protein shake and blend in a few bananas to thicken it. I take my peanuts and the shake down stairs to find Red asleep in her U position. I remember another thing when I spot the dildo peeking from between her lips.

I unhook her feet and let her swing so she wakes up extremely disoriented and wide-eyed. I grin at her and she just looks more baleful.

“Dinner time,” I say and insert the funnel into the corner of her mouth. I decide I’d like her to gag and spit so I pour the shake in very quickly and at the first mouthful it’s spurting from around the ball and dribbling down her chin. Added to the shake is her drool, which is making a long dangling string of saliva/shake hang from her chin.

“Bad girl, didn’t I tell you not to do that again?” She stares, reproachful. I sigh, “drink up,” and pour the shake in slowly. “I guess I’ll have to punish you, won’t I Red?” She nods. Good girl. I decide to leave the goatee of saliva/shake there for now. Instead I take the horsetail, lube it up and gradually insert it into her anus. She doesn’t seem pleased, trashing about as she is, wailing and moaning, as best she can while gagged.

She looks bewildered when I reach up to unhook her hands. I have to catch her of course, and set her on the floor. She’s barely able to stay on her hands and knees, but a few whips to her ass encourage a greater effort. First I just hold the leash at a distance and have her parade in a circle about me. She can’t move very fast, but her ass cheeks still jiggle and the horsetail swishes. I whip her butt a few times just because.

Then I mount her hips, making her take my full weight. Her elbows almost buckle, but I just keep whipping her shoulders and tugging the leash to choke her a little. We circle the room a few times. I occasionally buck my hips to shake her up a little. And of course I never stop whipping her back, just to make up for lost time.

When she finally collapses, I hang her by her hands again. Slapping her face wakes her up. Then I yank the horsetail out, hard as I can. A scream comes up, and her eyes brighten like it were her first night again. Her breath comes ragged, and her little goatee jiggles – damn that thing is thick. I come up underneath her so as to lower the goatee into my mouth. Then I suck her chin to remove it from her.

Red looks quite aghast. As if I’m strange or something. It must be too much for her - she starts crying. I lick the rest of the shake off her face, catching fresh tears as I go. Then, for the heck of it, I lick her armpits. At this she shakes violently, trying vainly to escape. I keep licking - they’re nice and smoothly shaved. I bend down and lick her navel, sticking my tongue as far as possible. Then I place another peanut in there.

It’s nearly 11:00, so I figure I can only do a little more before going to bed. I take the other foot-long dildo and lube it up. It takes me nearly ten minutes to get the damn thing up her asshole. She just doesn’t let up the resistance. When it’s finally in there solid, I check on the pussy dildo and find that she is completely dry around it. So it hurts her immensely when I jam it back in all the way.

Deciding for just one last little gag, I pour a bag of peanuts down her shirt and knead her tits for a little to spread the nuts about, breast peanuts are now replenished. I enjoyed that, but now I need sleep. I at least I’d like to think I need sleep, since it seems that I can’t.

12:53 and I can’t sleep. Thoughts of Red just keep running through my mind, refusing to submit to me no matter how much I torment her. Fuck it. I go downstairs and make up two double protein shakes, being sure to keep them as thin as possible.

In the basement, Red hangs unconscious from her hook. I don’t see how she gets to sleep when I’ve been doing all the work. Frustrated, I punch her stomach to wake her. Needless to say she is shocked, coughing, drooling around her gag, breathing deep to recover her wind. The bag of peanuts that is her shirt looks especially interesting when her rib cage expands fully, a strange pebbled surface on what should be smooth and appealing curves.

“Breakfast!” and I cram the funnel into throat. I pour the first shake in quickly, and she sputters immediately on cue. This shake dribbles down her chin to her shirt. “You like making a mess don’t you!” She nods, “Bad girl!” I pull the bottom of her shirt out and all the breast peanuts fall to the floor. The snap back of her shirt startles her more though.

“You want all this precious food I’ve prepared for you to go to waste?” I pour the shake down her shirt. Violent shudders reveal that the shake must have been colder than I thought. Her shirt and tits are soaked - her nipples hard and visible through the wet fabric. “You like this mess, huh?” She shakes her head. “Really, so you want to drink this? You’d rather eat than bathe in you meal?” She nods.

I feed her the other shake, making sure not to spill it. Then I go prepare two more, extra thin. These I feed to her as well. But she still must be punished.

“Today’s toilet privileges are revoked, you’ll have to hold until tomorrow.” She nods in compliance and understanding. Just to stir the pot, I literally stir her. Shaking her hips, hearing the beautiful sound of sloshing liquid in her stomach.

I feel better now. Her shirt is a mess, and her nipples are still poking through it. I bend down and suck them through the fabric, tasting the protein shake. Then I nibble on them, but it’s not satisfying enough. I lick the skin of her neck and chest, cleaning off her mess. When I get to the swell of her breasts, her breath catches.

“You like this do you? You like me cleaning up your mess?” She nods, despite her position. I yank her ponytail hard. “Little bitch! You still think that I’m here to please you!” I pull her hair some more. Then I take the whip to her back, not stopping until there are red and white stripes across her shoulder blades.

If she weren’t gagged, her cries would bring the house down. But I don’t care. She’s being insolent. She’s being a bad girl.

“Do you want to be a bad girl Red?” She shakes her head. “So you want to be a good girl, and do what I want you to?” A nod. Consent. I pull up her shirt and her tits bounce, free at last. I was right, they are nice tits. Not too big; but then she’s not too big either. Their taste is salty, yet creamy; the result of protein shake plus breast peanuts. I move further down, sucking out her navel peanut and tonguing around her belly button.

Stretching her shirt back down releases a few drops of liquid. I let it snap back into place with a wet slap against her skin. She jumps in shock, but goosebumps spread across her body show her enthusiasm.




Obsession



She arrived home that evening tired and hungry. Rehearsal had been a bear; dealing with the temperamental director, learning lines and trying to remain in character was a juggling act, and she was close to exhaustion. The kids were at friend’s houses and her husband was away, so she could relax and have a drink in peace quiet and catch up on her some serious TV watching. She had been taping shows all week and there was no rehearsal tomorrow so she could just “veg” out, stay up late, and sleep in the next day. 

She poured herself a glass of her favorite White Zinfandel and stripped off her grimy clothes, wandering down the hall to the bathroom for a long hot shower. The water felt delicious on her tired skin as she reached for the scented soap her husband had gotten her for her birthday; she loved the way its scent lingered on her skin after a bath. 

She finished the wine as she toweled off, loving the welcoming blossom in her stomach, warming her, relaxing her. She wrapped the towel around her hair and drifted naked back into the kitchen for another glass returning to blow dry her hair. She put on her bathrobe luxuriating in the way it felt against her bare skin and took her wine into the living room, sinking into the couch for her TV marathon. 

The women of Sex in the City continued to whine about the men in their life as she returned to the kitchen for another glass of wine, and she decided to grab some cheese and crackers as well. As she was rummaging for the cheese knife a sound from the living room made her pause, had she heard something? It sounded like a cat jumping down on the floor, but the cats were outside… weren’t they? She waited a few minutes and not hearing anything else and continued to rummage in the drawer for the knife. 

Ah, there it was, grabbing it, she took her tray back to the couch and pushed "play" sinking into the couch and fast forwarding to the beginning of the Sopranos, she slipped into their world of violence and sex completely unaware of her surroundings and the now open window in the corner. 

He watched her from the shadows behind the curtain. He had followed her home from rehearsal tonight; Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, she was hot alright he thought. Having to work with her every night and not being able to fuck her was starting to drive him mad. So far she had been immune to his charms, sucessfully dodging his advances and remaining faithful to her husband. But the scenes they had together were so hot with sexual tension, he felt he would go mad if he couldn’t have her. 

He had watched her through the bedroom window as she showered; living in the country, she hadn’t bothered drawing the curtains or shutting the bathroom door. Seeing her walking around completely naked was more that he could stand, so, he searched till he found an unlocked window in the living room and crept in to hide in the shadows; watching, waiting… For what? 

What was he doing here? He must be crazy, he knew he should leave, but she had been driving him batshit for weeks and tonight he had the perfect viewpoint from the shadows of the curtains. He was close enough to see the swell of her breast and the touch of pink nipple that flashed as she leaned forward for another cracker and her robe fell open. His dick ached from the confinement of his tight jeans and he quietly stroked it through the fabric trying to relieve the pressure, his fingers slid over the wet spot forming at the edge of his waistband. 

When she got up for another glass of wine he slipped out of the room to her bedroom. He had to have her and since she was working on her 4th glass of wine, he didn’t think it was going to be too difficult. He searched her closet for something appropriate. Ah, this would do he thought… silk head scarves… perfect. He removed his clothing and put on the matching bathrobe he found hanging on the door of the closet. He looked at the headboard a mental image of her tied to the headboard, spread eagle and helpless for his pleasure and his dick swelled so hard it hurt. 

He moved silently down the hall to check on her progress with the wine. He felt his heart jump as he caught sight of her, she had sunk down and stretched out on the couch, one leg was slipped out of the robe, cocked provocatively and he could almost see the swell of her pussy in the opening. She was sipping the last of the glass of wine and the show on screen now was Six Feet Under; the characters on that big screen in front of her were engaged in life size hot sweaty sex… doggie style. 

He watched breathless as her fingertips drifted down to slip lightly up the exposed thigh and stroke her pussy lips. He grabbed the door jamb as his knees grew weak and barely caught back a groan as her eyes closed and her head dropped back; her legs spreading to accommodate her seeking finger. He moved forward then unable to stop himself. One hand found her mouth; the other grabbed a pillow and covered her face so she couldn’t see who he was. “Lie still” he commanded using a deeper voice with a heavy Irish accent. 

She froze barely breathing not knowing what had happened. She felt herself flipped over onto her stomach as if she were a child and something soft was being tied around her eyes; her mouth. Her hands were fixed behind her and her feet tied together; then she found her self once more on her back, her hands pinned behind her tightly. She felt him open her bathrobe; a hand slid softly against her breast cupping it firmly his thumb stroking the nipple and a whimper of fear shook her as his lips brushed beneath her jaw line and he pinched her nipple. “God you smell delicious!” he whispered in her ear; his lips fluttering beneath her ear lobe, tongue flicking, teasing her senses, making her breath come sharp. She felt wetness between her thighs as long buried feelings struggled to the surface. 

She had always had a rape fantasy, ever since she used to watch old movies where the heroine was kidnapped and chained up in the castle, but she had buried them deep and kept them secret. Was her dark fantasy going to be realized now? 

Who was this person on top of her straddling her thighs? How had he gotten in? She couldn’t breathe from the storm of electric emotion she was feeling… her heart was hammering in her chest. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her thigh as he rubbed against it and it thrilled her. 

He opened her robe further and slid his dick between her thighs stroking against her pussy… Oh God, she was dripping! He shifted slightly and felt the head of his dick stop against the entrance to that sweet pussy; slowly he entered her while he clamped her thighs together with his legs. It made her so tight he almost came from the wetness and the heat of her body and the groan that escaped her throat as he slid smoothly into her. 

He was still for a moment feeling her pussy clutch him, trying to regain control of himself: finally moving deeper inside her; rubbing against her cervix, stretching her. He was big anyway and the excitement of finally being in her swelled him so tight he thought his dick would explode. His balls were aching for relief. He drew almost all of the way out pausing; then he plunged slowly into her again and again, rubbing his pubic bone against her clit as he rubbed his dick deep within her. The combination was making her moan against the gag in her mouth. 

He cried out himself as she arched back against the pressure of him urging him even deeper against her. He pulled out and rubbed his dick against her slit, clit fucking her till her head thrashed and her breathing came in short hard gulps through her nostrils. He slid her gag off and took her mouth with his, his lips demanding, tongue probing inside her mouth, searching… and she returned his kiss in equal measure … he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and untied her hand retying them to the headboard above her head. Then he untied her feet and slid firmly between her thighs and taking her in his arms; entered her quickly. 

She cried out and wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper into her. His mouth was dropping hot kisses across her breasts and shoulders, his arms tightly banded around her body his hands firm on her butt grinding her onto him. Who was this body, heavy and hard against her, these lips burning holes in her skin; this hardness inside her, making her ache, making her pussy clench to keep him tight inside her… heat building inside her belly, her nipples hard against him… building, burning… till it burst inside her starting in her belly and radiating outward, her body on fire with the feel of him. 

Her vision taken away her senses were on fire with his touch. He felt her start to cum; felt her insides quivering around his dick and was lost in that tidal wave of her orgasm; the pent up passion for her let loose at last, his balls let go and his passion emptied inside of her pulsing through her: he heard her scream of release as she lay beneath him her pussy quivering around him pulling the last drops of cum from his pulsing dick. 

When he could move again he slid to her side his eyes playing over her lovely body damp with the sweat of their passion. He softly untied her wrists from the headboard and pulling on his jeans he bent to kiss her lips goodnight. She sighed against his mouth as she returned his kiss and breathed “Will I see you again?” 

"As you wish” he murmured. “I will come to you soon.” 

And he left, smiling…. Planning his return….



Obsession



It was the end of the evening for Cat, of hard work and drudgery. And what a night it had been. There was the regular crowd to contend with; the ones who knew where she hated to be pinched and pinched her there any ways. But there were also many new faces in the tavern as the call to arms for the King drew the mercenaries out.

Cat knew that she was considered common among the townsfolk. It didn't bother her in the least, for only she knew of her past. She wasn't always Cat, the tavern wench, who wouldn't bed every drunken sot who propositioned her. She was once Catherine, loved daughter of a far distant land, ran away to be with her beloved Aaron, only to have him fall on battle grounds, never to give her his name.

She paused as she cleared another table and pulled a tendril of her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. The night had grown cold and the men that hadn't found lodging were still drinking their fill, fighting the cold with warm mead in their bellies. There was a camp set up inside the keep where they would spend the night, wrapped in furs and blankets.

Nessa walked by laughing loudly, her rotund grace barely moving out of the way, balancing two large tankards in each hand. "This will be a fun night of frolic, girlie."

Cat smiled weakly at her friend's innuendo and bent to her task once more. A blast of cold air as the door swung open drew her attention back up.

One more hooded man to add to the rising din of drunkenness. To have their mead and ale was one thing; to drink beyond reason was another. He sat at the tables alone, rather than gathering around the hearth with the others.

She carried the dirty bowls and empty tankards to the bar and barely missed being slapped by Mikael. "Get to work, slut. Stop daydreaming. There's a traveler with a full pouch. See how you can serve him."

Cat sighed and hustled to the newest guest. She stood quietly for a few minutes at his side and then reached out and touched his shoulder. A few of the foreigners visiting this land didn't speak the language and found it easier to point to what they required.

She was taken aback as a jeweled dirk crept out of the cloak and pressed against her ribs, but was slowly retracted. The hood came back to display a deeply lined face of age, his long dark hair stranded with grey pulled back in a silver clasp, but his dark brown eyes still quick. "I apologize pet. You startled me out of my thoughts." His voice was like warm honeyed mead, deep and...

The shivers that ran down her spine were like the ones that she hadn't felt for years..not since Aaron had gone. She smiled pleasantly. "And would you be wanting drink or sup, Sir?"

"Aye, pet, both." He eyes carefully examined her, making her shiver all the more as he seemed to strip her of her tattered and soiled garments in his gaze. 

Cat scurried away and gathered up an earthenware bowl, filling it with the thick stew that had been cooking all day and laid a crust of bread on top of it. As she ladled out the steaming mead, she happened to glance up at the stranger to catch his eyes on her. A fine warm blush covered her cheeks as she glanced down to see herself ladle the mead onto her hand instead of in the tankard. With a soft cry of pain, she drew her hand to her mouth sucking softly on the burn and had her ears boxed by Mikael. "Clumsy slut. That will come out of your keep."

She refilled another tankard and gathered up the bowl. She made her way back to the stranger's table and set it in front of him. 

The man pulled a spoon from his pouch and started to eat without a word, but as Cat made to move away, his arm came out, hand grasping her wrist and pulled her to sit down. "It's not often that I can enjoy my sup with a sumptuous view," he said between bites. 

Cat chuckled softly and propped her head up with her hand, watching the tentative bites as he worked at his meal. She enjoyed the view just as much, trying to garner where he had come from, what his work normally was; just from how rough his hands were, how thick the dust was from his cloak. A slow smile teased at her lips and absently she rubbed at the burn spot on her hand.

"I'm responsible for that you know," He pointed at her with his spoon before sitting upright and reaching for the mead. "Such a scar would torment me in my travels, knowing that I had wilted a lovely blossom with a misstep."

"Not often do I hear prose from a mercenary," Cat chuckled again and then ducked, missing Mikael's slap by mere inches. 

"Back to work, wench," Mikael said gruffly.

"I will pay for her company," the man said quietly and returned to his stew without as much as a glance at Mikael.

Mikael looked at Cat, who shrugged back at him. "She's not worth the coin."

"On the contrary, gentle," his eyes searched Cat's once more. "I think she's very worthy." He then glanced up at Mikael. "Double her days wage and a room for the night."

"Done." Mikael walked away looking pleased with himself, a swarmy smile decorated his pudgy face. He even paused and pinched Nessa's broad behind, eliciting a squeal from the woman.

Cat watched the man eat some more, her own thoughts turning over and over. What was the man paying for? Did he think she was.. No. Mikael would never. Or would he?

"Umm, Sir?" Cat started. She really couldn't ask him right out what he expected of her, could she?

"Yes, pet?" He pushed the empty bowl away from him and sipped his mead. His eyes met hers, and then an eyebrow raised. "You think I should have given him more?"

"I just..well," her blush deepened. "I don't .. serve..in that way."

"Keep me company then," He smiled and for the first time in a long time, Cat felt comfortable in a man's company. He offered her the tankard and she took of sip of mead, feeling the warmth cascade to her belly, untying cold knots that had been there for years.

They talked of the weather and the King's summons. They talked of the little keep and the surrounding countryside. Once, just once, he reached out to her burned hand and caressed a rough thumb across the redness.

The night waned and Nessa shuffled around the room, gathering bowls and avoiding lustful hands. She looked over at Cat once and then looked away with a sniff. 

Cat refilled the tankard three times, but the stranger's eyes never grew bright with drink. He grew quiet as the tavern emptied and Mikael banked the hearth for the night. Mikael came back to the table and hovered. 

"You want the coin." The stranger stated. Before Mikael could even acknowledge, a large pouch was placed on the table and a shimmer of gold was placed into his eager hands. 

"Generous Sir, kind Sir.."Mikael was blubbering like an idiot over the unexpected bonus. "Third room on the left at the top of the stairs."

Cat still felt odd about being paid for for just being companionable to this quiet, intelligent man. She drew a circle in the wetness left by the mead tankard, concentrating on that for the few moments as the humbled Mikael bowed himself away.

Nessa had already gone to warm some soul's bed, probably several of the men that she was fond of. 

When she glanced up again, all was quiet. His eyes were closed as the last dying embers of the fire crackled at the hearth. "Take this man to bed," he said quietly.

Cat sighed, and with strength gained from years of toting for Mikael, helped the tired man up from the table and guided him to the stairs. He stumbled slightly on the stairs, but whether from the drink or from the weariness seeping through his body, Cat couldn't be sure. She clung to him to drag him the remaining steps to the room and nudged the door open with her foot. Thankfully the hearth in here had been made up, but the warmth of the fire couldn't kill the cold seeping through the peat.

She pulled his cloak off him and settled him on the edge of the bed. Cat draped the cloak over the back of a chair and tugged his boots off slowly. She looked up at him and noticed his eyes were still closed. She stood then and set his boots by the fire and made her way quietly to the door.

"Stay.." it was a soft whisper, a plea from this man. Cat turned and looked at him, seeing more than a stranger, more than a mercenary. Seeing the man that he was; virile still in his aged form, quick witted and a soft tender heart.

She came back to his side and sat beside him gingerly on the edge of the bed. "I will stay Sir, if you will give me a name to call you by."

"Mathesius, pet," He groaned then and leaned into her, holding her close, tenderly rubbing his cheek against her shoulder.

A reflex drew her arm around him, softly circling her palm against his back, but inside a quiver of fear had blossomed, for Mathesius was a name from her country. 

"Cat, let your hair down, please," His mellow voice sounded hollow against her, like he was holding back pain.

Cat drew her hands back, tugging at the knot on the top of her head, trying to recall when she had told him her name. Her auburn hair came down in waves, framing her face and lying against her breasts. His hand came up, fingers combing through her hair.

"Ahhhh, Catherine.." What he intended as a caress brought Cat up sharply, pulling away. 

"You know me?" Her quick response wasn't quick enough. He captured her hair, holding it tight in his fist.

"Do you know how long I've looked for you?" His breath was rasping out now as his weariness gave way to lustful need. "First it was on assignment to bring you back home. Then it was because ..because..dammit.. I missed you. Now, it's because..you should have been mine. Not that young whelp's." He pulled her to him, eyes glittering darkly, madly in the soft firelight. His desire was evident as he pulled her even closer, enclosing her into his arms. "Mine."

"Mathesius..the captain of the guard." Cat's mind finally connected the name. "But..that was..."

"Years ago. Yes, pet. And that's how long I've been looking." He kissed her then, a deep claiming kiss, teeth scraping against her swollen lips, tongue lashing at hers in heated desire. 

And she responded. Not knowing where her passion came from, she clung to him, returning the lust that he offered, tugging at his tunic, scratching the dark hair beneath with her nails. 

He ripped the coarse dress from her, and laid her upon the bed, looking down at her. The hair spilled out around her shoulders, her nipples hard in the chill and in anticipation. He leaned down then, ravishing each breast with his mouth, suckling like a child hungry for his mother's teat. 

Her fingers wound into his hair, her whimpered moans of pleasure urging him on. His lust lit her own smoldered fire of need, her legs twining around him, rocking against him.

He pulled back then, yanking the tunic from his chest, pulling the riding leathers from his hips. "Catherine, you are mine. You beautiful woman-child." He thrust into her deeply, ignoring her sudden cry of pain, crying out his victory. "MINE!" 

With each desperate stroke, he ripped into her, filling her with his hard shaft, pulling back out again only to drive in once more, her sex rippling around him. His urgency increased as his own climax commenced, slamming home his pooling seed deep into her as a cry of pleasure, satisfaction, fulfillment came from his lips.

He fell then, hard against her chest, just barely feeling her encircling arms holding him close, the quiet tears that fell against his shoulder, the feather kisses that accepted his claim.

In the quiet hours of early morning he stirred once more, finding himself still in her arms. He carefully pulled himself up and stroked the matted hair from her face. She turned in her sleep and snuggled deeply into his chest.

"I didn't mean to hurt you pet," He started quietly. "My darling Catherine..after all these years..I thought for sure you and Aaron had.."

"No," came her whispered response. Her bright eyes opened and looked up at him. "Aaron claimed my love. My dreams of lust were always just dreams..and in my youthful fancies, they seemed to center around the captain of the guard." 



Obsession



Let's suppose you have a very pretty woman as your wife. Let's also suppose that you are a very jealous and possessive young man. Let's further suppose that your young wife has been acting strangely since you moved into the new apartment complex on the far side of town. Disappeared for a week, left a note saying she was at her mother's. (She wasn't, you'd checked.) Now she was missing for two days, no note, no phone message, no nothing. You know that she keeps a diary. Do you open it? Do you force the lock and expose her innermost thoughts?

I did. I started back just after we'd moved in. I found this: 

"Tuesday. This is going to be a long entry. I have betrayed Andy's trust, broken my vows, and I feel horrible and wonderful about it all at the same time! It started at the pool. (She'd been going down to the complex pool in the afternoons.) I was reading Broken Vows, and didn't notice him right at first. (Kay often reads while walking.) He was a big man, 6'7" or so, snoring at the top of his lungs, braying like some tortured donkey. He had a great body, dark hair and long eyelashes. Even worse, his bright red speedo trunks looked like they had a billy club stuffed in them, jutting out at a forty five degree angle! I was drawn to him, pulled like some moth to a flame. I'd never seen a phallus that large before! As I stood over him, I could see the details of his big balls, pulled taunt by the swimsuit, even the veins on his mammoth shaft. I could even see the purple head, like a door knob from a fancy house, straining at the fabric outlining his 9 inch wrist thick penis."

"I stared and stared, hypnotized by his immense trouser snake. I didn't notice he wasn't snoring anymore. 'You are standing in my sun.' he said to me. I apologized, blushed, embarrassed at being caught looking. He suggested I get some sunscreen on before I burned. He helped with my arms and legs as I did my face and torso. He had a gentle touch. I laid down, and he straddled me. I found out his name was Ray, and introduced myself. He started rubbing my legs, then gave me a back rub. I felt his huge penis, still fully erect, gliding between my gluteal cheeks, and I found myself getting wet. I remembered what Alice had told me about big pricks, how her first husband could make her do anything because he was well hung. My vulva melted, eager to accept the overwhelming forces of this huge invader. My book was at the point where the heroine is being ravished. I read, I got wet. I responded to him."

"Ray didn't stop there. He untied my top, teasing the sides of my large breasts with his fingertips, as he kept lavishing attention on my back. Soon my bottom was untied, and he teased me there too. It was the middle of the afternoon, just an hour or so before the school let out. I felt his fingers teasing between my thighs, and I was so into my book I just spread them for him! The seduction of my book and the seduction of his hands became one, and my body responded to him. I climaxed, my chest flushed red, my eyes fluttered, and I realized that Ray had been fingering my clitoris and thrusting his hand in my vagina! I blushed red again, as Ray said 'Follow me to my apartment.' I was naked, my suit missing, my key pinned to the bra/top. I had no choice. I hugged my body to him to cover my nakedness as we made the short trip upstairs."

"In the apartment, Ray told me my swimsuit was in his trunks. He held them open with his hand, and invited me to fish for them. My hand grasped his

phallus, my other hand his balls. Ray kissed me then, and I was lost to his caresses. All I could think of was how his huge penis would feel inside of me. Ray didn't make me wait. He bent me over the back of a velor chair, slowly gliding the length of his member into me. It kept boring into me, thick as my wrist, splitting me open. Ray held my hips for purchase, then started slowly thrusting his full length inside me. He rubbed my clit with the chair, the insides of my pussy with his cock, the insides of my mind with the intensity of my feelings. My body responded as it never had before. The 'orgasm' I'd had at the pool seemed like a mere hiccup compared to the titanic explosions of pleasure that ripped through my body. Ray grunted, filling my channel with his sperm. He pulled away, but I had not had enough of him. My body cried out to touch him again, to feel him inside me. So I did the unthinkable. I took his penis in my mouth! How many times has Andy begged me, but I would not do this for him? Yet in a moment of shameful violation of our vows, I offer any sexual favor to a man I've barely met!"

"He laid me down on his coffee table, my head draped off the end, while he kneels and feeds his soft shaft down my throat. I want to gag, but my desire to have him again overcomes even that. Pretty soon Ray is fucking my throat, my lips kissing his balls on each stroke. I'm starting to feel used, and cheap, like a whore. Almost like he can sense this, Ray pulls me up, drapes me over the chair, and penetrates me again. My body instantly responds, and I feel joy at his being inside me again. The degradation was worth it! Anything would be worth it! Ray lasts for a much longer time this time. He stops to fondle my breasts. He pulls my head back by the hair to kiss him. His phallus is inside me and I offer him anything. He makes me promise to serve him, to do as he asks, in exchange for the services of his cock. I'd agree to be whipped at this point, as he drives me into a frenzy of orgiastic and orgasmic lust, my body unable to do anything but surrender to his cock."

"Ray sends me home with only my bra top, he wants the bottoms as a souvenir. I scurry home in the shadows of the early afternoon, pretending I'm wearing a daring string bikini. I fix dinner for Andy, unable to even look him in the eye. He reads the paper, then watches T.V., then comes to bed to find me unusually passionate. I climax three times with him, proving that I still love him. My body is still thinking about Ray, and almost any touch pleases it."

 

"Wednesday. I go back to the pool. Ray is there. My nipples stiffen, my vulva lubricates. He massages me again. My body responds ten times as intensely as it did the day before. I am having an affair. The shame and the wanton lust of it drive my body to new heights of passion. Ray is in no hurry today. He fingers my naked body on the pool lounge chair like a doctor might examine you in his office. He finally determines I'm ready, taking me to his apartment, wearing a bikini for the first time. Inside, he lays me down on the coffee table, eager to have my mouth service his shaft. I do so gladly, fingering my own labia, slick with excitement, rubbing my clitoris into a frenzy of need. I go to pull off, but Ray holds my hair, fucking my mouth with a hard look in his eye, as his hairy balls bounce on my forehead. Ray pulls back just enough to leave the plum of his shaft in my mouth, and then he is spurting. Blob after blob of his semen coats my tongue, it's salty, but not altogether unpleasant. At this point, my body will accept nearly anything that leads it to the pleasure it experienced the day before."

"Ray makes me suck and lick his balls as my hands caress his soft thick shaft. He plays with my vagina and clitoris like a kid who really isn't interested in the toy, but doesn't want to quit playing either. When he is hard again, his huge shaft fills me and he fucks me fiercely, driving my mons into the velor chair, rubbing the cloth against my seam. I am being rubbed inside and out. My body quivers, shivers, and thrashes in the throes of multiple orgasms. I see stars. The next thing I see is Ray's slimy shaft pushed into my face as he forces open my mouth. He is spurting, and I am still not quite conscious. I am drowning in his sperm, I think to myself, and someone is trying to make me eat a Popsicle all at once. Ray plays out this same sequence of events three times."

"I am so late getting home that I cannot fix Andy a decent meal. I grab a microwave meal from the fridge and shower quickly. Andy doesn't even notice, between the evening paper and the T.V. He does however find me ravenously hungry for his soft, truly loving touch in bed. I know Ray does not love me. I know Andy does. He proves it to me with every caress. After he climaxes, I suck him hard, and he is wildly passionate with me. I have decided that I will deny Andy nothing I have given Ray."

"Thursday. I go to the pool, wearing my most daring black bikini. Ray is not there. I fidget and read my book, hoping he will show up. Finally, I gather my nerve and go to his apartment. Ray has a friend with him, Rick, a wiry, geeky, long stringy dirty-haired, dirty mouthed little punk. Ray grabs me, tickling me, teasing my body. We play. I forget Rick is even there as Ray undoes the clasp on my top, fondling my breasts as I sit spread eagled on his lap. I can feel his erection through his trunks and my suit. He keeps on kissing me as his hands roam over my body. I lift up to let him remove my suit bottom as he slides off our swimming gear. His hands seek out my channel, two fingers roughly filling me as the other teases my throbbing clit. Ray shifts his weight to impale my body on his shaft, his hands on my hips. My head snaps forward to see Rick, naked and stroking his thin shaft, taking pictures with a camera he holds in one hand. Ray is inside me, and I am confused. There is something wrong here, but it feels so right I cannot help myself. I bounce gently on Ray's lap, uncaring."

"Rick walks over to us. He offers me his shaft. I shake my head in refusal. Ray says sternly 'You promised to do whatever I wanted. I want you to suck off Rick right now!' Against my better judgment, I take his petite phallus into my mouth. Ray guides my hands up to his balls and small shaft, saying 'Do everything for him you would do for me. Rick is so turned on that he takes only a few minutes to climax, spurting his caustic goo into my mouth. I have never tasted anything that tastes that bad before, like raw ammonia mixed with curdled milk. Rick and Ray both laugh as I try to clean my mouth on the couch, unwilling to let Ray's manhood from between my thighs. Rick leaves, and Ray rewards me by screwing me doggy style the rest of the afternoon, playing with my clit and just basically driving me delirious with lust."

"I pad home and shower, to find a message from Andy: we are going out for dinner. Andy wines me, dines me, and sixty nines me. I drink his sperm for the very first time. I am so relieved he doesn't taste like Rick I start crying. Andy misinterprets this as my shame at the degradation of oral sex. I play along just to not have to tell him the truth. We make wonderfully soft, tender, erotic love before I fall asleep safe in his arms. Andy is like a new man this morning, strutting and confident."  

"Friday. I go to the pool, no Ray. I go to his apartment, he is not there either. I go back home and he calls. He wants me to go over to Rick's. I am to spend the night there. I blow up. Ray is angry at me too. Tells me I am breaking my promise to him. He tells me that I had batter reconsider. He tells me that if I fail him, I will regret it and be punished for it. I tell him to go to hell if he thinks he can order me to sleep with his friends. He tells me to remember what I just said, so that when I beg on my knees, I will remember the right words to say."

"Andy and I go out dancing. It is great to be romanced by this man who loves me so much. I almost spill my guts, tell him everything, but he starts telling me of how proud he is that I've become more liberal in the bedroom. He feels so special that I have offered myself to him in this way. I cannot cheapen this by telling him, so I tell him how much I loved his eating me out last night. We are eager again, like when we were first married, to embrace and to hold each other. We go home to a romance novel addict's dream: a long soothing massage in the jet tub, while I sip wine, looking deeply into his eyes in the flickering candlelight. I relax completely, as Andy carries me to our bed. He gives me a long, sensuous night of foreplay and oral sex, culminating with the most tender lovemaking we've ever had together. I love you, Andy."

"Saturday. I went to the pool, No Ray..."

"Sunday. Went to the pool, his apartment, no Ray. My pussy is burning with need. I crave him in ways I can't even describe..."

"Monday. Drove myself crazy looking for Ray. I curse myself for not finding out where Rick lives..."

"Tuesday. Made a real scene. Ray was at his apartment. He won't talk to me. Wouldn't even open the door to let me in! Says I have to apologize first. He tells me to go to a little bar and restaurant on the south side, Friday night at seven. Wear my best lingerie, heels, and a very sexy dress. Be willing to do anything he asks with anyone he asks..."

"Wednesday. No Ray anywhere..."

"Thursday. No Ray anywhere..."

"Friday. My body is driving me crazy with lust for Ray. At this point I would sacrifice my first born child, if I had one. Ray leaves a message on the answering machine, which I quickly erase, reminding me of all of his terms and conditions, and demanding that I be neither one minute early nor one minute late. Rick will be there with his camera to document everything. This is my one and only chance, so I'd better not screw this one up, Ray said coldly. I go through my drawers, looking for garters, hose, push-up bra, French-cut panties. The only thing I can find that matches his requirements is my anniversary gift from Andy, a hot little red set that I haven't worn in over a year. I find my black slit skirt dress with the plunging neckline. My black stiletto heels, a belt-purse, quick make-up and hairdo. I am ready."

"I go to the bar, ask for the manager. He tells me Ray's private party is expecting me. I'm right on time. A panel in the wall opens up, and he bolts it shut with a deadbolt and puts a lock on it after I pass through. He leads me down the cramped hallway, past a dutch door which opens onto a bar storeroom, the only restroom, to a room filled with five booths of bright red leather. Ray is at the back booth. Everyone claps as I enter. The manager turns and goes back to the bar. I tell Ray I've come to do as he asked. He says 'that isn't good enough' I ask him what he wants and he says 'You take your dress off, put it on that coat hanger on the other side of the room. Then you come back and get on your knees, beg me to let you do whatever I ask, and then do it without even so much as a second of your crap, THAT will be good enough.' I do as he says. Fourteen pairs of eyes follow me as I cross the room. As I turn back, they are all watching me in my lingerie."

"I wonder what Ray is going to do. He has already put me on display. I know he wants to embarrass me, make his point. I kneel before him, and beg. I reach for his crotch, but he grabs my hands. 'Not yet. Serve us our drinks. Place your orders back at the dutch door. Go.' So I scamper around, getting the drink orders. Nearly everyone wants beer. I go to the dutch door, and ring the buzzer there. The manager comes back and asks what I want. I tell him the drink orders, and he asks for payment. I tell him to put the drinks on Ray's tab. He tells me Ray has already paid, it's me who has to pay. I tell him I don't have any money. He tells me he doesn't want money, he was thinking about a trade. I ask him what he has in mind. He says he'll take my bra and cop a feel. I tell him to forget it. He tells me to go tell Ray that before he does."

"Suddenly panicked, I  unsnap my bra and hand it to him. His cold hands grab my boobs, and I shiver as my nipples stiffen. He toys with me, enjoying being able to feel me up. He gets the drinks and cops one more feel for the road. I enter the room, my nipples stiff, and I am more conscious of my breasts than I have been since high school, when they were first large enough to attract the attention of men. They are attracted, looking at their first full sight of my large globes with unreserved lust. I find myself getting turned on despite myself."

"I'd never thought about being stripped naked slowly before a roomful of men before, even in my fantasies. Ray takes me into his lap, kissing me and rubbing my tits until he is fully erect. He then pushes me off, so hard I land sprawled on the carpet, ordering me to get them another round of drinks. I go back to the manager. I haggle with him. He will take nothing less than my panties. He takes them off, rubbing his ice-cold fingers into my slit. It is cold and hot all at the same time. I was already wet, but his beer soaked fingers add a strange scent to the muskiness of my arousal. I carry the drinks back proudly on my tray, proud and confident, until it hits me that what Ray is doing is offering my sexual services to all his friends. I stumble, and spill the drinks on the floor. Everyone laughs. I go back to the dutch door."

"The manager is furious. He cleans up the mess. I beg him to settle down. He says 'if you're gonna give me a job, you better make sure it is the right kind!' I kneel, unzip his pants, pull out his short thick cock, and start sucking. The girth reminds me of Ray, and my pussy wets itself all over again. I make short work of him, and am grateful that his sperm is mild. He gives me fresh drinks, which I deliver. The men are no longer content just to look at me. They tease my nipples, grab my ass, pull on the tufts of my silky black pussy hair. Ray kisses me, pressing me against him. I feel his erection through his pants and my wetness splashes all over the front of his trousers as he rubs my mound. He takes me to the center of the room and grabs two metal frame black leather chairs. Their soft padding takes my hands and knees as he thrusts into me. I am so grateful I actually start crying. Another one of the men thrusts his phallus in my face, and I suck him. I know this is what Ray wants. His friends take me, one after the other. I am sucking on Ray when I swear that Ray is also entering my pussy! It was the manager, and being double teamed by them drives my body wild. One by one the guys fill my mouth and fill my vagina. Ray keeps telling me I need to use words like 'cunt' and 'cock'. So their cocks filled my cunt, one by one their slimy shafts were sucked hard again, and I gave myself to them without a whimper of protest."

"Part of my penalty was to spend the next week with Rick, doing anything he asked of me. I quickly call home, leaving a message for Andy telling him I'm going to Mom's for the week. Rick takes me home, like a trophy. He tells me a man like him could never score with women that looked like I do, until he hooked up with Ray. He shows me a photo album, devoted to my affair with Ray. He has pictures from the very first day. I realize the movements I saw in the bushes weren't wind, they were Rick with his camera. He tells me that Ray has another copy, and they have yet a third copy in a safe place. The pictures are hot, but they turn me cold inside. I have been used. I am being used."

"Rick lays me down on his bed. He gives me a nice massage, which is very relaxing. He rubs me down with baby oil. He fingers me between my legs and I wet for him. Then he starts stroking the opening of my anus. I object and he tells me I have to do this. 'The consequences could be much worse than taking it up the ass' he says. "

"'What of your husband? Would he like a copy of our little porno album?' I am crushed, defeated. I yield. Rick strokes his finger in and out of me as he fingers my slit with his other hand. I am turned on and repulsed all at the same time. I cannot resist moaning, which Rick takes as his cue. He presses the bulb of his phallus into my anus, violating the portal I'd imagined one day giving to Andy. He strokes into me, pulling me onto my side so that he can easily reach my slit. He screws me in the ass for what seems like hours, and my body responds to him despite how I feel about him. When he finally climaxes inside of me the totality of the day's events leave a deep and impenetrable stain of shame on my entire body."




Obsession



"Saturday. Rick is having me play with vibrators while he takes pictures, using the video camera to make sure he doesn't miss anything. One is huge, black, with almost a sword like handle. It is exactly the size of Ray, and produces the same effect on my body when it is inside me. Another is a small flesh colored and penis textured vibrator which is still larger than Rick's. The last is a smooth white vibrator, like several of my friends hide in their purses. Rick spends the day posing me and toying with me. Luckily he seems to have been satisfied to poke my ass last night, and doesn't do so again today."

"Monday. Ray returns to join us. We have a wild threesome. Rick and Ray double penetrate me, and it is truly a blissful experience for me. Ray takes his pleasure from my body three times. The video camera records everything. Rick adds some more pictures to the album."

"Tuesday-Friday. Rick is starting to get very boring. He has not tired of my body, but he is doing nothing for it either. I don't love him, and while my body responds to him, it does so mildly at best. I miss Andy so much  my heart (and ass) ache. Rick has taken to doing videos of my playing with myself, then fucking me in the ass before going to sleep. Enough is enough. I am out of here."

"Monday. Ray called to tell me he wants to see me. He tells me I should bring a girlfriend with me to the pool tomorrow. I am mortified. I have

been telling Jennifer and Angela every detail of my debauchment. Angela is nearly enraged, demanding that I do the right thing, tell Andy, call the police, stop these people. Jennifer is lost in the fantasy. I can hear her play with herself when I talk to her on the phone. She and Buddy have been good friends with Andy and I for years, since high school. It took her several years to bloom, and although I think she is prettier than I am, with her auburn hair and deep green eyes, she will never believe it. I offer for her to meet Ray. She asks me what to bring. I tell her to wear her best bikini."

"Tuesday. Jen and I go to the pool. Ray is there, asleep, just like the first day I met him. Jen's jaw drops wide open. She thought I was just having phone sex, fantasizing on the phone with my best friend. The reality of all the sex I've discussed with her hits her like a Mack truck, and Jen crumples into one of the lawn chairs. Ray rises, and starts in on his massage. Her pussy is wet and I can smell her excitement before he even touches her. After he removes her bikini, she plasters herself to him, sliding her hand in to stroke his baton. Jen's eyes are glazed over in lust. Ray pulls away, telling us to follow him to his apartment. Jen is oblivious to the fact she is completely naked. My shame deepens as I realize I am aiding Ray to seduce my best friend, use her as he has used me."

"We follow Ray into his apartment. There are no games about where Jen's suit is hidden. Ray calmly tells her to suck his cock. She yanks down his suit, gobbling his shaft as smoothly as if she'd done it every day of her life. Ray tells me to get naked on the love seat, play with myself. I know he does this to distract me, for I am feeling the first pangs of jealousy. Ray bends Jen over the chair and thrusts his hard shaft in her to the hilt. Jen yowls in lust, and my pussy wets. It is incredibly erotic to see her, my best friend, being fucked by him. I've often imagined her and Andy, as well as her and Buddy. Now I'm seeing it. Ray screws her like a madman, and she moans and shrieks. She is making so much noise I can't imagine the other tenants don't hear. Rick is outside, taking his pictures. I spread myself fully for him, to make sure he gets a good beaver shot."

"Ray pulls off Jen panting, and pulls her around to the front of his overstuffed chair. He sits, pulling her down to be skewered in a single thrust which takes her breath away. Ray motions to me, and I rise like a zombie. I stand before them, seeing her breasts bounce with each thrust, as she nods in agreement to his whispers. She pulls me forward before I realize what he has asked. Her tongue splits my engorged labia and like a heat seeking missile finds my clit. Jen is licking my pussy and my head is spinning. Ray is screwing her slowly now, making himself last as long as possible. The thought alone of Jen being my lesbian lover drives me over the top, in an orgasm mixed of years of friendship and a moment of blind passion. I fall to my knees, unable to stand. At eye level before me is her seam, red and puffy like I've never seen it before, split apart by Ray's massive cock. There, I said it Ray, are you happy? Like a magnet, their joining draws me. I want to be part of it. I want to be the one being filled. I want Jen to feel like she just made me feel. I lick at her slit, and her body thrashes in response. Ray is mauling her pointed breasts as he kisses her. I lick his shaft, I lick her clit. Jen goes nuts. Ray pumps into her faster. I can tell by the way his balls jump that he is spurting inside her. Jen goes berserk, a growl in her throat which makes my pussy tingle. I just keep licking."

"I lick Ray off as he pulls out. I love the taste of Jens pussy. I just wish I could taste it while being filled by Ray. Ray moves us over to the couch, Jen's wet cunt (happy Ray?) splashes onto my face, while she buries her own face between my thighs. Our lust becomes slower paced, but deeper in intensity. I feed two of my fingers into her slick channel. Jen is still pulsing in throbs from her climaxes. She responds, and we chase each other's orgasms. Ray rolls us over, and I get my wish. He enters me from behind as Jen licks me. My body throbs, screams, every sinew tenses from a monster climax that builds and builds until I can no longer stand it. It seems when the wave crests that my orgasm takes minutes, while my body spasms and writhes. I gurgle obscenities into my best friends wet snatch (Happy Ray?). I pass out near the end as my body goes slack."

"I awake to find Jen on the coffee table, taking Ray's length all the way down her throat. He is fully hard, so I think it must have been awhile. He fucks her mouth slowly, watching her like he did me, but she has done this before, and her body welcomes him. I return to her spread red beaver, licking through her matted hair, into her channel itself, tasting her mixture of lubrication and Ray's sweet sperm. I have come to realize that I love her. I do not love Ray. This realization shocks me, since my body lusts after him. My lust for him, his huge phallus, will not be denied. I want to rip it from her soft lips and stuff it between my legs. I have a strange moment where I wish that I could have Ray's cock, and fill Jen with it, and kiss her. My hands seek out her soft breasts, and I touch them in the way that she has told me turns her on. She moans around Ray, and Ray grunts. His sperm bubbles between her lips, and I have to share it. I kiss her, as we share his sperm between us. Neither of us will let go of his cock. We playfully start licking it, oral warfare as to who owns each square inch. We suck him together, and he is hard once again. Ray pulls Jen back to the velour chair, and drives her into another screaming orgasm. He dismisses us, telling us to meet him at the pool tomorrow afternoon."

"Wednesday. Ray and Rick met us by the pool..."

"Thursday. Jen and I are sent to Rick's to do snapshots. After Jen and I get Rick completely satisfied, he tells her to meet them at the bar tomorrow night. She already knows what is required of her. She can deny them no more than I could. I am ashamed for helping to debase my friend. Rick dresses me in a pink T-shirt, cut off at the midriff, which barely covers my breasts. My nipples stick out in the soft cotton, as he will not let me put on a bra. He wraps a leather miniskirt around me that barely covers my crotch, but will not let me wear any panties. He puts these obscene platform shoes on me, and a cheap blond wig. He takes me to the mall. 'Walk up and down the mall twice. Then go to the north end. There is a garden there in the dead end. Bend over the rail, adjust your shoes. Then finger yourself. Turn around and rub your breasts. Repeat that until a man walks up to you. if he says "Are you ready to fuck right now?" tell him yes. He will use a condom. Go back to your fingering yourself and playing with your tits. If no man comes in five minutes, you can leave.' Rick had me suck him off, but I pulled off right before he spurted all over his shirt. 'I will get you for that.' he threatened. I got out and walked the mall. Fifteen different men came up to me, said the key phrase, and fucked me. Rick videotaped the whole thing from the window of the men's store on the second floor that overlooked the garden. I went home feeling like a whore."

"Friday. I have missed my period. I am on the pill, so this cannot be my body just being off schedule. Jen has told me that she and Buddy are having more sex than ever before. Andy and I seem to spend much more time making love too. I hope the baby is Andy's, yet simple probability makes me think it is more likely to be Ray, Rick, or one of their friends. I am going to take some time alone. How can I tell Andy?"

I closed the diary. I paced and thought about where Kay had gone. I

thought of calling Buddy, telling him about Jen. I thought of Rick and

Ray. I was not happy with them, not happy at all.

I had met Ray years ago in college. He was always able to make women do whatever he wanted. I however, could not even get my wife to give me a decent blow job. I'd known about Rick, and didn't think too much of the guy. I made a deal with Ray. I paid the rent on his apartment so that he could seduce my wife. I was obsessed with finding out one thing: did Kay really love me? Would she do the things with me that she would do for Ray? Is a man no more than a cock and a wallet to a woman?

Ray had fulfilled his side of the bargain, in spades. The photo album that he and Rick put together had been delivered that morning. I had thought Ray was just going to seduce my wife, get her to open up sexually. I didn't realize he would use her like a personal sex toy. I could not have guessed at the full range of sexual debauchery that he and Rick would get Kay to perform. But I had the pictures, and the videotapes. I read it in her diary. I knew it was true.

It would be kind of silly to complain to Ray. He interpreted what I wanted, to match his own ideas of how fair her sexual experience should be stretched. I hadn't expected Buddy and Jen to be involved. I hadn't expected gang-bangs at a bar. I never would have believed Kay could do what she did. Strangely enough, I'd always had my suspicions about Jen, her hot little butt wiggled in her cut-off jeans any time I looked at her. But I had the pictures right there. As far as I could tell, Kay was the more passionate of the two of them.

I'm not going to tell you how our obsessions turned out. I've given you enough information in the story, if you read it over carefully. Did we stay together? Was our sex life better than ever? Did Kay fulfill her promise in her diary to do everything for me that she had for Ray or Rick? Did Buddy and Jen become a foursome with us? Did Kay have a baby? Did I buy a matching set of vibrators for Kay and Jen for Christmas? Did Buddy and I watch as Jen and Kay used their new double headed dildo on each other? Were we able to accept what each of us had done? Did Kay ever find out I had paid Ray's rent? Be careful of the questions you ask. You might just discover an obsession.



Obsession



My obsession started when I married my wife, well really when I met her family for the first time. That was the first time I met Felicia, her sister. She was 6 years younger than Pat, and at 16 she was a vision that floored me at first sight. All that weekend I could not get my eyes off her, and I teased and joked with her just to have her attention. Pat's whole family was very friendly and nice, but my weekend was lost in thoughts about Felicia. I even had doubts about the marriage, and wondered how I could make it work to wait till Felicia grew a bit older. 

The wedding was a blur like all wedding seem to be, and the only thing I remember distinctly was the dance with Felicia. She was wearing a light summery short strapless dress that accentuated her beautiful breasts, and long beautiful legs. Damn I could feel all of her through that dress, and it was a bit awkward dancing next with my Mother with a big boner caused by her daughter. Somehow we got through it, and soon left for another state where I was starting a new job.

Five years later we returned home to celebrate Felicia's wedding, and I was dreading seeing her again. Not only because she was still in my thoughts in the most sexual way, but because I felt that she was completely lost to me now that she was going to marry. I could not believe my eyes when I saw her at the rehearsal dinner. She was even more beautiful now that she had matured, and she was the true picture of a woman at her sexual peak. I could not help the re-visit of the old boner that sprung up as soon as I saw her. Again, I suffered all through the party, trying not to bump into any of Pat's family with my old friend in that state.

Two years after that Pat and Felicia decided we would start taking vacations together by renting a condo at the beach together. It seemed a great idea at the time, and I was looking forward to vacation for months. I would be able to see her for a whole 3 weeks, and she would be wearing summer clothes and swimsuits. I had miserable nights of anticipation until those vacations got there. I even thought of Ole' Boner, and bought a suspender that I could wear under my swimsuit. I had to be careful not to scare the children if I did not take precautions. I was so ready for summer I could smell the girls tan. 

I went crazy that first summer when both Pat and Felicia wore itty bitty bikinis all during the days at the beach. I sat down a lot, because even with the supporter, I was bulging all the time just looking at my sister and dreaming about touching her. Her husband Bob was a real nice guy, and we spent a lot of time drinking beer and just hanging around. I felt so jealous knowing he was enjoying her two doors down every night. That is the way it went for the next 5 years. Then Bob got new responsibilities at work, and my wife announced that vacations would be with Felicia and the kids alone. I tried not to look like a lottery winner, and mumbled something about feeling really bad for Bob.

She was thirty that year, and I knew that I could not go much longer without trying to do something about the desire I felt for her. I did not know how or what since I did not want to hurt Pat or my kids, but I was going crazy. 

She looked wonderful that year, and worse for me her sexual peak kept getting higher and higher. I actually got hard just by hearing her voice on the phone, and seeing her was excruciating. That first night of vacation I had wonderful sex with Pat, and then I had to visit the bathroom to relief myself thinking of Felicia while I jacked off. I started doing this several times a day not being able to wait till night time. I could not help it, as I would totally stop functioning unless I relieved myself after seeing her during the day. It was one of those times when I was in the bathroom with my cock in had and eyes closed seeing her in the flimsy swimsuit she was wearing, that she walked in the bathroom and saw me. I opened my eyes and saw her looking straight at me and then at my hand jacking away. When her eyes came back up to mine I let go with a full shot of cum while I kept my eyes locked on hers and I moaned her name as I shot all over the wall. She did not say anything but just turned and walked out. I felt so bad, I had wanted her so long and now I looked ridiculous jacking off in a bathroom. I avoided both sisters the rest of the day, and took all the kids to a park. When we finally got back it was late and past time for bed for the kids, both of them were already in the bedrooms. I went to sleep in one of the other bedrooms, and everything was left for the next day. I wondered if she told Pat about the previous morning while they were alone that day, and intentionally stayed late in bed so I would not have to face it. When I finally came out of the bedroom I could see all the kids with Pat on the beach, and Felicia was sitting in front of the picture windows drinking a cup of coffee and wearing a skimpy blue bikini. 

She saw me coming out, and asked if I wanted some coffee. I mumbled something affirmative, and sat down at another chair at the end of the table. She brought me my coffee, and stood next to me looking out at the kids and Pat. I could smell her and immediately started getting hard regardless of the consequences. She moved back to her seat and asked me why did I call her name when I had cum yesterday. Just hearing her say it made it all come back and I was ready to die right there, because she would never understand. I mumbled something about the feelings I had always had about her, and how I had desired her for so many years. She did not say anything for a long time, then asked me if Pat knew about this. I told her that Pat did not know, and that I was surprised because I knew for sure she had told her yesterday. 

She then asked me If I was feeling the same as yesterday right now. I did not answer her but stood up and she could see the huge bulge in my shorts. She stood up and opened the sliding doors and yelled out at Pat asking her if she needed any help with the kids. Pat waved and yelled back that she was ok. She left the door open and slid the screen shut, then sat back down and facing me she said would you like to do what you did yesterday right now. I was dying sitting five feet from her and barely blocked from the patio door by a fold of curtain. I knew I could not be seen from the outside, but I could hear the kids yelling and knew they and Pat were just fifty feet away on the beach. 

At that point I stopped thinking, and pushed my shorts down to my ankles while never taking my eyes of Felicia's eyes. I saw her eyes go down to my waist to see the hard on I had and then she sat back and opened her legs for me to see the camel toe formed by her tight bikini bottom. I started moving my hand back and forth on my cock thinking that I was dreaming, and wondering what I had done to deserve this. She started talking to me asking me what I was thinking of and how did I feel, she told me she wanted to know and she wanted me to tell her. I began babbling about the dance at the wedding, about her short dresses, about her legs, her breasts, about my dreams for her, any foolish thing I had ever felt and dreamed about. All this time I am jacking off in front of her and getting harder and hotter by the minute. She looked at me and asked me if I was ready to cum. I could not answer, but I started jacking off harder and thinking the world would end after this because it just could not get any better. She told me to sit down, and when I did she stood up and walked right in front of me. I was frozen with a huge hard on and not knowing what to do, afraid if I did anything I would wake up and all this would be a crazy dream. She then turned pulled her bikini aside and sat on my lap, and she begin to twist and turn on my lap, rubbing against my cock and rubbing it against her pussy barely taking half of my cock in her slit and tightening on it with her inner muscles. 

I could feel my cock rubbing against her and inside her, and almost immediately started cumming like never before. I started saying her name as I came, and she told me to call her name she wanted to hear me call her name when I came. I now held her waist and was pumping myself against her, and I could feel her continue to rotate her buns against me and push my cock inside her pussy. I was in heaven and cumming all along. I could not stop it was incredible but I felt I was gushing in her. Finally I could not feel anything anymore, and I had reached a stage where I was partially unconscious it had been so strong a feeling. I felt her stand up and look down at me and say that she hoped it had been good for me. I could see the cum stains on her bikini, and the rest dripping on her thighs and legs, then she opened the door went out and started running towards the ocean. 

As she passed the kids she yelled that the last one in was a rotten egg, and I could see all of them run after her to the water. I stood there thoroughly amazed at having experienced a dream, something most of us never get a chance to do. She had given me what I wanted the most and never asked for anything in return. 

Later that night we had a chance to talk, and she told me that it could never happen again but she was glad it happened once. She asked me to never tell Pat, and to please try to not think of it, or think of her. I promised, but I knew then I would be promising falsely. I have respected her wishes for 8 years, but I still jack off to that memory.



Obsession: A Love Story



*Christian*

It was never my intention to act on my fantasies. I'd dreamed of her for 8 months now and my fantasies were becoming more and more elaborate every day. I'd go to sleep at night imagining she was wrapped safely to my chest. So close she could hear my heartbeat and i could feel her warm breath as she slept soundly. My heart ached for her and I wanted more than anything to make her mine but she didn't even know I existed. I could have any woman I wanted but I wanted her and yet could not because I feared as soon as I had my chance, I would lose myself and hurt her with my sadistic desires. She was so pure and innocent and I knew if she were mine she could change me, make me whole. 

I came from a wealthy family where power overruled love. My family made its fortune taking advantage of others. When my parents died in a car accident, I inherited their fortune. I was alone in the world with nothing but my servants to keep me company. My heart grew cold over the years and I distanced myself from the world around me. I lived a life of solitude in my family's mansion watching the world from afar. Despite my introverted tendency, I craved a companion but had given up hope until I saw her. 

I don't usually do my own shopping but after being imprisoned in my mansion with only my servants as company, I had to get out. I decided to take the Escalade as it was less flashy than the Ferrari. I drove to a small local mom and pop grocer downtown. I wasn't going to shop but more to people watch. The local people were very intriguing and I envied their simple life. I'd imagine what it was like to be the father and his children shopping for cereal and spaghetti o's. This was my escape from reality. This was the closest I'd get to normality. 

I rounded the soup isle and was suddenly stopped by a soft thump on my chest accompanied by the sound of crashing cans. I looked down and was surprised to see a petite girl in her early 20's sitting on the tile with her pink sun dress disheveled. My eyes traced her small brown leather sandals up her petite frame, past her soft rose lips to the most entrancing almond shaped hazel eyes I had ever seen. Her eyes were only accentuated by her long lashes and thick golden curls that surrounded her face like an angel. She stared at me startled and then reached for her shopping basket and began to place the now dented soup cans back into it. I knelt down and grabbed a can placing it in her basket hoping she'd look at me again with her angelic face. I opened my mouth to say I was sorry for bumping in to her but before I could she was quickly back on her feet and down the aisle. I watched her curls bounce as she walked away and I followed her quietly. 

She hurried through the checkout line and out the door into the parking lot. I followed her keeping a watchful eye as I returned to my Escalade to adjust my mirror. From the mirror I could see her place the grocer bag in her basket, mount a pale blue bicycle and pedal off. I started my car to follow her from a safe distance. An excitement took over me as I stalked her. I kept thinking I should turn around and drive home but something about her intrigued me and I couldn't help myself. Something awakened in me that lay dormant for so long. I felt alive for the first time in a long long time. She eventually stopped at a small cottage-like house with tulips planted in the front yard. A small gray kitten was perched in the window and it was obvious she lived alone in that tiny house. From that day, my life would never be the same.

I visited her frequently since that day. Mostly in the veil of the night when I knew no one would become suspicious. I circulated my vehicles and sometimes parked a few blocks away and walked to her home on foot. I learned so much about her through the months. She worked at a local nursing home and rode her bike to work every day. On her days off, she tended to her flower garden or rode her bike to the beach a mile away where I could always find her under an umbrella with a book in her hands. Although she was astonishingly beautiful, she lacked a social life. She was withdrawn and alone like me. She always wore a look of concern and seemed so sad. I knew if she'd let me I could turn her pain into pleasure. 

*Amelie*

The nights were getting warmer so I left my window open that night. Living in such a small town, I never feared the possibility of someone breaking in to my tiny house. I often left my front door unlocked by habit. It was a long day at the nursing home so I took my shower early and dressed in my favorite silk night dress. With my book in hand I slowly faded into slumber and dreamed such a bizarre dream. I imagined someone had entered my bedroom and sat on my bed and softly touched my face. I couldn't see their face because it was so dark but I could see the outline of a man who neared me slowly. As he crossed into the moonlight I could see his handsome face. He seemed somehow familiar but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. His dark hair and piercing blue eyes made me tremble. As he leaned in to match his lips with mine I awoke startled. My eyes darted around the room but it was empty. I lay there for an hour trying to convince myself it was just a dream and my heart rate slowed as I lay my head back down to sleep. 

*Christian*

I had to stop doing this, letting myself get too dangerously close to her. She was going to find out I was following her, that I sometimes entered her home at night just to watch her dream. I couldn't help myself, I was obsessed. The excitement of studying her from afar was a rush I had never felt but I kept wanting more. She was my drug and I was addicted. I took her in so as to create a memory of her when we were apart. I studied her body the way an artist might. I knew her every curve from the perfect arches of her feet, her tiny ankles to her full hips, round firm ass, petite waste, ample perky C cup breasts and nipples that yearned for my lips. I traced her heart shaped face a thousand times in my mind and dreamed of her small plump lips around my long shaft. The one thing that always stayed in my mind was how beautiful her eyes were. Almond shaped, long lashes, and the most beautiful hazel I'd ever seen. Her gold curls lay tousled around her head like a halo as she slept. She was my angel, my goddess, I worshiped her and needed to make her mine.

While she slept I'd imagine different scenarios in which we'd be together. I couldn't just initiate a normal relationship with her like I had done with so many women in the past. Most women I met were shallow and desired my status and money more than a meaningful relationship. She was different and I feared if I approached her I would scare her away. I couldn't stand the thought of losing her if she rejected me. Failure was not an option. I had to devise a plan to make her mine. I had the finances to do it, I just had to plan and time my actions carefully. I couldn't risk getting noticed after being so careful all these months. One wrong move and I could lose her forever. 

*Amelie*

It had been raining all day so I was not looking forward to riding my bicycle home from the nursing home. I thought maybe if I waited for the rain to end I could make it home dry. By the time the rain let up it was getting dark. I wiped off my bicycle seat and pedaled the damp streets home. At this point I was in no hurry to get home because I knew I'd be going straight to sleep so I hopped off my bike and decided to enjoy the crisp night air. I loved the way the rain made everything smell so fresh and clean. I came across the ally I usually skipped through on my way home. It was between two empty department buildings and the night made it much darker than usual. Against my better judgment, I took a deep breathe and journeyed down the dark ally that ran about 40 yards. I could barely see my hand in front of my face it was so dark and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the chain of my bike as I walked it next to me. I looked behind me and considered turning back but I was already 20 yards ahead so I figured I might as well keep walking onward. 

As I neared closer to the end of the ally, I could see a dark van parked up ahead. Probably a moving van for one of the stores. No one was in sight but as I neared closer I noticed the side door was open. The van made the ally way seem very narrow and I knew I would have to pass it to continue to the road ahead. I convinced myself to go on because the street was so close. I walked past the door of the van and looked inside. It was empty. I sighed with relief but before I could inhale again my mouth was covered. I tried to scream out but was paralyzed as my arms were pinned to my body by two large muscular arms. I started breathing hard and tried kicking my legs to no avail. The cloth on my mouth was held tight so that my screams were muffled and then it hit me. A sweet medicinal scent coming from the cloth reached my sinuses and everything suddenly became blurred. My body weakened and I slowly drifted away. The world closed in on me and I thought to myself, "This is it, this is the end of your life, you're dying Amelie." Everything slowly faded to black as the darkness consumed me. 

*Christian*

The preparations were complete. It took me over a month but I had everything I needed to follow through with my plan. The van was ready and I knew she would be getting off work soon so I drove to the ally that I knew she'd come through and waited in anticipation. I started to worry that she had gone around the block but I knew that was not like her. I listened to the rain pounding on the roof of the van and then suddenly stop as the night became darker. I felt like a predator waiting for it's prey. Any moment she'd walk through the ally and I would pounce without warning. I listened intently for her footsteps and just when I had almost given up hope, she was there. I saw her standing at the end of the ally with her bicycle walked next to her. She looked wary of the dark ally and so she should have been. From studying her all these months I knew she was slightly naive and therefore would never suspect that in such a little town she would ever be in danger of kidnapping. No one would notice her missing until Monday when she didn't come in to work and by then we'd be far away from here. The timing was perfect. 

As her footsteps neared, my adrenaline began to rush and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. She hesitated and I feared I might have to abandon plans if she turned and left but she started towards me and there was no going back. As she walked past the open van door she paused to examine the empty cabin just long enough for me to catch her off guard. I grabbed her small waste and clasped the chloroform soaked rag over her delicate lips. The more she struggled the stronger my grip became and soon she became limp and I knew she was sedated. I reached down to scoop her legs up and placed her frail form into the back of the van along with her pale blue bike. 

I drove down the dark wet streets towards the harbor where I had my yacht waiting to board. My private dock made it very easy to get there without being noticed. I opened the side door and removed the pale blue bike and threw it off the side of the dock into the ocean. I then removed Amelie delicately and gently carried her to the yacht. The moonlight shined upon her sleeping face and my heart felt full with intense passion. I carried her down into the cabin and into the suite where a king bed with silk sheets awaited her. I placed her delicately on the bed and held her with one arm while I removed her mud stained dress to reveal her matching pink lace bra and thong. Such naughty negligee for such an innocent girl. I was so tempted to take her right there but resisted as I pulled the sheets back and lay her in the bed. I pulled the down comforter over her and returned to the deck. I sailed off in to the night with my sweet Amelie resting below in the cabin. I couldn't wait until she'd awaken.

*Amelie*

I felt my body rock as if I were on water. My head was still spinning and I was feeling nauseated. I slowly opened my eyes and everything was pitch black. Panic began to set in and my heart began racing when I realized I was not in my own bed. I felt for my dress and found nothing but my lace bra and thong. My mind was racing to remember what had happened but I became dizzy and was forced to lay back down. I felt weak and helpless in an unknown room that I had no idea how I came to or where my clothes were. When everything stopped spinning, I sat up slowly and got out of the bed in an attempt to find a lamp or light switch. Feeling along the wall in the dark I found it and everything became illuminated. Before me was a large bed with burgundy silk sheets and a black comforter. To my left, a closet. I ran to it hoping I'd find my dress but when I opened the door I gasped with shock. Hanging in the closet was a set of clothes that resembled mine own. I then realized that was because they were mine. I started to hyperventilate with fear and confusion when suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder. .

*Christian*

I heard her awaken down below so I turned off the engine of the yacht and made my way down to the suite. Light was peering through the door and I knew she must have awakened startled and found the light switch. I quietly opened the door not knowing what I might find and there she was, standing at the closet very still, her round ass separated by a thin string of lace. It was hard to resist not grabbing her and throwing her to the bed. I resisted, walked up behind her and reached for her but as soon as I touched her shoulder she screamed and collapsed into my arms. Poor thing, she was so scared. It must have been too much for her to handle. I picked her up and lay her back into the bed. As she lay unconscious, I watched her sleep as I had so many nights before waiting for my princess to awaken. I kissed her lips softly and her eyes slowly opened.

*Amelie*

Everything started to come in to focus and I felt soft lips pressed firmly to mine. I opened my eyes slowly to the piercing blue eyes that haunted my dreams. Adrenaline kicked in and I pulled from his embrace. My fight or flight senses were triggered as I bolted for the door but me before I could run, he quickly caught my waist and pulled me to the bed with little effort pinning me on my back. I closed my eyes in fear of what might happen next. I thought maybe if I closed my eyes long enough I'd wake up back in my own bed safe at home. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I waited for what felt like forever. I winced as I felt his fingers intertwine with my curls and relaxed with relief. My senses were heightened and his soft touch sent shivers through me. Surely a sadistic serial rapist wouldn't caress his victims. I slowly opened my teary eyes and his face came in to focus again.

He was so strong and frightening with his unnaturally handsome face and strong jaw line. His dark brow and slicked back chestnut hair accentuated his mesmerizing ocean blue eyes. The way he lay beside me I would guess he was a little over 6 foot tall in comparison to my 5' 3". He had a muscular build and looked in his late 20's early 30's. His 5 o'clock shadow only accentuated his perfect face. He looked like he might be of Greek or Italian descent with his sun bronzed olive skin and dark hair. I'd never come so close to a man before like this. I studied him in silence as he ran his fingers through my soft curls. I was scared out of my mind. I didn't know what his intentions were or if he was going to kill me. Only now did it become evident that we were on some kind of boat from the rocking of the cabin. 

The stronger he grasped me the weaker I became like putty in his arms. He drew me closer as I trembled with fear. I decided it was no use fighting as he has much bigger and stronger than me and if I cooperated he might let me go. Surprisingly his grasp became softer and he pulled me to his chest and held my trembling half naked body to his. He ran his fingers through my tangled curls and it was somehow soothing. I started to cry and he lifted my face to kiss away my tears. He had complete control over me and there was no where I could run to so I let him. I continued to cry until my eyes became tired and I drifted to sleep in his arms. 

I awoke to the sound of a skillet sizzling outside my door. I rose and found a plush robe lying at the foot of the bed so I put it on to cover myself. I opened the door and found him cooking on the stove and from the smell it was bacon and eggs. My stomach grumbled as I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday so I crept into the booth and took my place at the small dining table. He turned and smiled at me as he prepared a plate. I managed to somehow partially smile back. He served me in silence and then finally he spoke. "I must admit I'm not a great cook love. I usually have a chef to prepare my meals for me." I then picked up my fork to take a bite. "You could have fooled me," I said back to him and he flashed me a devilish half smile. I then asked him where we were going and he told me it was a surprise. I didn't much care for his surprises after what happened last night. "What's your name," I asked. "Christian, it's a family name," he replied. 

After I finished he took my plate and told me to wash up. I was hesitant but I knew a nice warm shower would make me feel better so I walked down the hall to the bathroom, undressed, and got into the shower. The curtain was clear so I feared he might enter and see me naked but it was worse than that. I was washing my hair when I heard the door open. Christian had undressed and opened the curtain to join me. Embarrassed, I tried to cover myself but he took the sponge from my hands and began washing my back. My once rigid body began to relax with his touch. As his captor, I gave in to his control. I let down my guard as he pressed his body to mine and lowered my arms to reveal my breasts to him. He kissed my neck as he softly caressed my now hardened pink nipples with his large hands. I gasped as he fondled my breasts and sent shivers down my center. No one had ever touched me like this before and it felt unlike anything I had ever knew. I felt his penis begin to harden as I began to moan softly and I feared he might take me without warning. I turned to him and he leaned over to kiss me passionately. The fear I had last night returned and my body trembled. He must have thought I was cold because he reached past me to turn off the faucet and then wrapped me in a towel before he tied another around his waist. 

I followed him to the kitchen where he was preparing a drink and handed it to me. He told me it would help me relax so I drank it quickly. He then kissed me on the forehead and carried me to bed. On the way there I felt I was floating. Whatever he gave me was working and I started to feel euphoric. He laid me on the bed and I thought he would leave me to rest but I found myself propped up on the bed in with my legs bent and wide apart. I felt so vulnerable and he told me he wanted to make sure I would be ready. "Ready for what?" I asked but he never answered. Instead he brought out a tray of instruments and laid them on the bed next to me. I wanted to move but my limbs felt heavy like they were asleep. I tried to scream but he held his hand over my mouth and it came out more of a whimper than anything. "Be a good girl and I promise I'll make this as painless as possible love." He pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs even wider. I watched in horror as he put on latex gloves and took from the tray a large speculum and applied lubricant to it. I felt the cold tip touch the opening of my virgin sex and let out a cry, "No please!" He then proceeded to slowly insert the speculum into my virgin vagina deeper and deeper. I thought it was over until I felt him gently open the speculum, extending the walls of my vaginal canal. He could see inside me now and I was more naked than I had ever been before. The pain of my virgin walls being extended was too much and I lay still staring at the ceiling of the cabin waiting for it to end.