5 comments/ 56078 views/ 7 favorites Open By: PenningFreer Ellen looked amused. "I think she wants to swallow you." She tugged at the edge of the Corona label a little nervously. "Why else would she always kid around about it? And why would she always ask me how it tastes?" "Maybe she's just putting you on," Will said, frowning a little. "Or more than likely she wants to go down on you. That's just Beth." Will's eyes were wide and searching when he looked over at Ellen. She'd jump on that if she was kidding. But she didn't stop peeling the label. "You, know Will," she said quietly after a pause. "I'm pretty sure that's true, too. But that doesn't change the fact that she wants you. Does it?" Will got the impact of that statement loud and clear. He whistled a little below his breath. "So, I guess the question is, then, how would we go about letting her." Pregnant silence again. Again, very unlike Ellen in such conversations. Deep conversations about everything had always been the hallmark of their togetherness. Sex was no exception. They often talked about fucking even while they were fucking, and it fed their fucking. The moment of truth had arrived like a thief in the night. "I don't know, what do you think?" Now the spark was in Ellen's eyes. It was Will's turn to fall silent. * * * * Ellen perched as close as she could get to watch. Close enough to touch her tongue to Will's cock and Beth's tongue. It might have been a little about feeling left out, but she decided it was more about the taste and smell of sex. Oddly enough, while Beth was literally devouring Will's soaked cock and Will was breathing deeply, Ellen was the one murmuring and moaning watching her husband sucked wantonly by her best friend. Moving closer, she edged her tongue into the corner of Beth's mouth as it slipped up and down Will's shaft. When Beth's mouth almost slipped off the tip, Ellen slipped her tongue inside Beth's mouth, tasting her mouth and Will's clear thickening stuff. She let her mouth drift up Beth's cheek to her ear. "Hey, suck him, Baby. Yeah, that's what you wanted, wasn't it? Suck this guy's cock. Suck him deep." Beth responded by clamping her lips tighter and drawing Will deeper into her mouth. Ellen slipped her hands to Beth's bottom and slowly felt for her pussy. Using both hands she slid her fingers toward the small patch of dark hair shaved into a thin triangle above Beth's pussy, then teased her fingers lower toward Beth's wetness. Beth wriggled and stretched her pussy toward Ellen's touch. She gasped when Ellen's finger dipped across her wet slit and slightly inside her. Something powerful leapt violently awake inside Ellen as her finger slipped into Beth's wet body. Her sexual nature exploded into being with a force so powerful she could feel it pulsing in her chest. She was suddenly so in love with this woman who was gulping her man's cock with wanton abandon. And she loved the man more than she ever had before for being sexual enough, man enough, to risk this intimacy. She finger fucked Beth with delicious, long, slow strokes. Beth ground her cunt into Ellen's fingers and let her head fall back so that Will's dick slipped out of her mouth and fell off the side of her tongue. Ellen reached around with her free hand and pulled Beth's face to hers and engaged her tongue wildly. The girls tongue-fucked ravenously with Will's throbbing cock dangling at their lips, leaking into their kisses. Now Beth was sucking for the liquid. She pulled Will deeply into her mouth, clutching at his grinding hips and sliding her fingers around, probing around the rim of his ass as she squeezed him into her mouth. Will started quivering toward the point of no return. "Suck it, Beth. God, here it comes," he whispered through sharp gasps. Then he jerked and thrust forward. Time stopped for Ellen. Her husband's boiling sperm spurted once, twice, and then gushed into Beth's mouth. As many times as Ellen had swallowed him, and come to savor the intoxicating muskiness, the smell now drove her mad with desire. Perhaps it was being able to experience it indirectly without all the work of swallowing quickly, left holding his stuff in her mouth as he faded; now she could watch and savor as someone else did that work. In her timeless trance, Ellen saw Beth's taut naked body curving into Will's muscular thighs, her breasts crushed into his legs. She felt Beth's wet pussy clutching her fingers. The look on Beth's face was nothing short of radiant. There was not a hint in Beth's expression of that automatic contortion that happens often when the unexpected saltiness and muskiness floods the tongue. This still happened many times when Ellen took Will's cum in her mouth, and when it happened, she accepted it as part of the game and risk of ultimate intimate sexual engagement. This automatic reaction didn't happen every time she sucked and swallowed Will and it wasn't happening with Beth now. Beth never closed her eyes. She welcomed his full load into her mouth, pulling urgently on his ass. Beth's eyes registered only exploratory bliss, hinting only that this was everything she had imagined, maybe more. Ellen thought her husband's sexual nakedness and heated cock had never appeared more beautiful. It was amazing how being a close observer allowed her to see him as she never had before. Of course not, how could she see the contour of his back and the shudder in his knees when her face was inches from his stomach? The same was true for Will. He looked longingly at his wife's sleek naked beauty, seeing her delicious, firm curves and the wantonness in her eyes. As he fucked his cum into Beth's waiting mouth, he watched one of his wife's hands clutching Beth's ass from behind while she deftly fucked Beth's pussy with her other. He watched his wife alternately glance lustfully into his face and then turn to watch Beth swallow him. Now Beth had swallowed most of the early spurts of semen and captured a mouthful of the thick remnants to hold in her mouth. This was more than Ellen could stand. Ellen squared with Beth and embraced her tightly, rubbing her tits into Beth's. Looking squarely into Beth's equally passionate eyes, Ellen delved into the thick mixture of white and clear sex held openly in Beth's mouth. Both girls moaned at the same time and their mouths came together eagerly. The open mouths and probing tongues forced thick strands of cum out of Beth's mouth and down her's and Ellen's cheeks. Ellen raised her hands, trembling with lust, to Beth's face and held her face firmly while she darted her tongue down to draw the mixture into her own mouth as it slipped down Beth's face. Responding intuitively, Beth opened her mouth a little wider and let more of Will's sex flow into his wife's mouth. Ellen had never tasted something that invoked such sheer joy and power. The pounding archetypal rhythm of sexual power bombarded her senses and sharpened every perception. Ellen couldn't get enough. She smeared her thickly cum-coated lips down Beth's face and wantonly rubbed it into Beth's tits using her face as a brush, coating her cheeks in cum, chewing on Beth's nipples, licking the cum in circles. Beth groaned and danced, waving and grinding her body in rhythm with Ellen's licking motions. She pulled Ellen's face back to hers and carefully licked her face like a mother cat cleaning a kitten. Both girls sought and found the other's cunt and their fingers probed deeply. Will had taken his cock into his hands and stroked the last semen from the tip onto the lovemaking girls. He dropped his face to kiss and caress first one body, then the other, feeling for openings in the girls' embraces. Finally, Ellen gently pushed Beth onto her back and began the first descent into her newly acquired open sexuality. She savored the entire descent, moving slowly and deliberately downward, sliding her mouth across the salty cum on Beth's body and smearing it into her hair as she drug her head down closer to the prize. She didn't hesitate when her mouth eased past the small patch of hair shaved above Beth's cunt. Beth arched her pussy up into Ellen's mouth and groaned loudly when Ellen smiled into her eyes, then into Will's, then seductively licked her lips and extended her tongue. She touched her tongue firmly onto Beth's clit and Beth groaned again loudly. Then Beth cried out wildly when Ellen slipped her face sideways and penetrated Beth's wet cunt lips with a single stroke that carried her deep into Beth's body. Ellen's nose sunk into Beth's musky wetness and she breathed deeply as her tongue probed and tasted. In her state of ecstatic sensitivity, Ellen was aware that she had entered a new level of sexuality and that she was enjoying her very first tongue penetration into a woman's body. "I have to taste this to the fullest," she thought to herself. "Savor the moment. Never lose this sensation." She determined to lose her tongue completely in this wild embrace for as long as she could breathe. She sunk her tongue even deeper and traced the walls of Beth's pressing cunt. Moving millimeters up and around she coated her taste buds with Beth's pussy while her nostrils filled with her friend's pungent sex wetness. While Ellen fervently fucked and devoured Beth, Will slipped around behind Ellen and coaxed her to arch her back and raise her bottom. He gently spread her firm bottom wide and moved his tongue to her pussy as directly as she had to Beth's pussy. She gasped her lusty pleasure deep into Beth's body without withdrawing her tongue as Will's tongue slid deep into her own cunt. Fucking her firmly and deeply, he massaged her whole ass rhythmically with his hands, feeding her pussy into his mouth. Beth lay mesmerized with her legs spread widely and her knees flexed to offer her pussy as openly as possible to Ellen's probing. She methodically twisted her nipples and used her planted feet to dance her cunt into Ellen's face. Not willing to pull her tongue all the way out of its first venture into a woman's secret darkness, Ellen nonetheless withdrew slowly and carefully and then held her tongue at Beth's cunt opening while her lips surrounded Beth's clit and closed to form a seal over her. The natural pull toward rhythm and to generate orgasm overtook Ellen and she found her tongue trailing out of Beth's sweet darkness to pleasure her clit. When Ellen started sucking and stroking Beth's clit, Beth's hands left her breasts and clutched at the sheets. Almost sobbing with delirious passion, she started chanting, "Oh God. Suck me Ellen. Suck me Ellen. Don't you stop sucking me Ellen. Oh, my God, baby, eat me out." Her words shifted about in the mantra but continued in their blatant begging. And Ellen continued with abandon. Now feeling tension building in her own cunt, Ellen matched her pelvic thrusts into Will's mouth to her probes into Beth. Suddenly, almost without warning, Beth was into her orgasm. Her head dropped back with a popping sound onto the sheet and she convulsed into a rigid muscular clenching. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she breathed in sharp syllables, then suddenly slipped out of the frozen tension into a frenzied jerking and pulsing. Her hands reached to Ellen's hair and held her for stability as she arched upward and sideways to watch her woman's sex juices flood her friend's mouth. Will turned his face to watch without stopping his probing into his wife's pussy. He watched as Beth drew her legs apart widely and pulled his wife's face tenderly but firmly into her pussy. She lovingly lowered her face as close as she could to watch her juices pour into her friend's mouth. Then, as suddenly as her orgasm struck, Beth subsided and fell back onto the bed, breathing deeply. Ellen continued gently cleaning up Beth's pussy with her tongue, easing the pressure on Beth's tender nerves. She let her attention now drift to Will's mouth and her own come, finally laying her cheek on Beth's tummy with her nose and mouth as near as she could to Beth's freshly tongue-fucked pussy. Will worked expertly with his tongue and added a gentle finger probing into his wife's pulsating ass. An astonishing wave of peace suddenly welled up in Ellen rather than the explosive orgasm buildup she expected. An epiphany, she realized that she had prolonged her release so she could immerse herself into the sex with abandon. Now she was ready to relinquish into the peace and rest so she could begin to restore for what she knew was going to be a lifelong exploration of openness. This thought sent her over the edge and she released herself into Will's mouth. As she did so, the intensity suddenly spiked into a rush and she felt herself jerk involuntarily back into Will's delving tongue. She cried out with wild pleasure as she felt herself contracting wildly, squeezing his tongue, pouring into his mouth. The smell and taste of Beth pervading her nose and mouth, her own juices pouring into her husband's mouth, and Beth's hands caressing her face and hair welcomed Ellen into the delirious world of open sexuality. Over coffee, all three could feel the restoring energy and the stirring images of endless potential - now out in the open. Open Vikki drives. Vikki always drives. Partially because Josh doesn't know how, but also because it's his place as a submissive to sit in the back seat. He's only dressed because he's allowed to be, but he's still wearing his collar (with his name tag, address, and home phone number) and he's holding his wound up leash in his lap. Oh, that and the chastity cage and butt plug he always wears. They're a bit uncomfortable under his jeans, which Vikki chose for him just as she chose his flannel shirt. Vikki chooses all his clothes. She chooses what he eats. She shops for him. And Josh prefers it that way. Vikki parks outside some unknown flat building and Josh undoes his seat belt, offering Vikki the end of the leash when she opens his door. She smiles and takes it, tugging lightly. "C'mon," she says. "You can walk but you're staying on the leash. I'll let you off when we get to Dan's flat." Josh follows Vikki, the leash pulled taught to keep him from dragging behind. They take the elevator. Someone else gets on on the third floor and kind of gives them an odd look, but Josh doesn't really pay attention. He's wondering why Vikki's brought him to this random friend Dan's flat. He's heard her on the phone with someone named Dan before. He's curious. Josh is pulled to the doorway of a flat. Vikki knocks and when Josh doesn't automatically get on his knees, Vikki knees him in the back of the leg to knock off his balance. He kneels. The door opens. It opens to a boy whose height Josh can't quite define at this angle, but he's got bleached blonde hair and a sleeve of tattoos and is fairly well-built. Josh, though not attracted to men, can tell this Dan character is pretty good-looking. He hugs Vikki and he lets them in, Josh crawling at Vikki's feet. She sits on the couch and he sits on the floor, hands and knees, looking up patiently at them. "So this is the new pet I was telling you about," Vikki says, ruffling Josh's hair. Dan goes over, lifting Josh's chin, seeming to inspect him. "His cock's a bit pathetic but he's eager and very cooperative." "He's pretty cute," Dan says. Josh smiles a bit. "Open." Josh's eyes dodge to Vikki ask if to ask if he should obey. "Do as he says," Vikki says. Josh looks back up at Dan, opening his mouth wide, wondering why Dan would want this. "Can we get him naked so I can try him out?" Vikki tells Josh to strip and as he's undoing his jeans he hears that phrase over in his head. Try him out. Wait. His eyes widen a bit and he looks at Vikki. She has a smug look on her face, as if she's eager to see him do this. Josh looks back to Dan, who he can now see is about his height, and Dan gestures to him. "Get on with it," he says. "Yes m-sir," Josh says quickly, automatically. He catches himself before the usual "mistress" comes out. "Master?" "Sir," Vikki says. "You are to call him Sir." Josh nods quickly, taking his shirt off, then his shoes -- he tucks his socks into their respective shoes, maybe to buy time -- then his jeans, then his boxer-briefs a bit reluctantly. He's caged and plugged. He kneels back down again. "Alright," Vikki says, standing. She's right in front of Josh but he doesn't look up until she snaps the words "oi, slut," and his eyes widen up at her. "Don't look so fucking surprised alright. Whatever. You're going to give Dan a blowjob. You will do this because I like it and he likes it and therefore you will like it and be appreciative and thankful. Understand, cunt?" Josh stares at her. Blowjob. Dan. Giving one. He hasn't gotten one in months but he didn't think his next experience would be giving one. He swallows, his mouth dropping open a bit, wanting to protest but knowing not to. "Answer me," Vikki says sharply, slapping Josh hard across the face. "Y-yes," Josh chokes out. His throat tightens. He already wants to throw up. He's used to being fucked with a strap-on so he'd rather Dan fuck him a million times over than have to give him this blowjob. "I... I understand." Vikki gives him a look of uncertainty, knowing he doesn't want anything to do with Dan's cock. She stands behind Josh and ties his wrists with his own boxer-briefs as Dan walks over, standing in front of him. Vikki holds Josh's head still as Dan gets his cock out and Josh's eyes go wide because hello massive and Josh is even more terrified than he was before. Dan stands with his head maybe an inch from Josh's lips but Josh doesn't open his mouth. "Open your mouth," Vikki says, pulling hard on his hair, but Josh doesn't. Dan pushes against his lips and Josh tries to turn his head away but Vikki keeps it pretty still. "Open," Dan says. Josh manages to shake his head a bit and he mumbles out some noise of refusal, a little "mm mm," and Vikki slaps him hard in the face. "Open your goddamn mouth you stupid cunt," she growls. Josh just closes his eyes, his jaw shut tight. Then there are rough fingers pinning his nose shut. His eyes fly open again and he's holding his breath, even though he knows he's not going to be able to get out of this. "You're going to have to breathe eventually," Dan says, almost smugly. Josh whimpers. He winces and tugs at the restraints on his wrists, but there's almost no give. There's a long, silent thirty seconds. Then Josh's mouth opens to suck in lungfuls of air and then Dan shoves his cock in his mouth and Josh gags on the spot, trying to turn his head or move it to get this fucking thing out but Vikki has his head pinned still and Dan's fucking his mouth and Josh keeps gagging and choking and his eyes well up and Dan moans and oh god Josh tastes precum. Josh won't swallow. He drools on himself. He squeezes his eyes shut tight as Vikki starts bobbing his head on Dan's cock and Dan moans and Josh lets out this weak sob, eyes leaking tears as he looks up at Dan. He won't close his mouth properly around him, just enough to cover his teeth. "Come on," Vikki says irritatedly. "Don't be such a pussy about it. Dan's going to cum on your face whether you like it or not." Josh's eyes are red now and Vikki looks around at him to see his mouth around Dan and she smirks. Josh is drooling all over himself, tears in his eyes, and Vikki wrenches his head back and Josh sobs openly, spitting on the floor. "You're fucking pathetic." She grabs his jaw, right by his bottom teeth, and pulls his mouth wide open, then grabs the sides of his mouth to keep it there. Dan shoves himself right back in and Josh starts crying again and he feels totally ruined. "Stay." Vikki lets go of Josh's hair and he goes to pull off but Dan grabs him and slams down into his throat and Josh gags loudly. He sobs around Dan's cock, his nose pressed up against Dan's body, gagging over and over, choking, and finally when he lets go he spits up on the floor, dry heaving. "Fuck," he coughs. Dan slaps him in the face and Josh can't even swallow so he's drooling again. "Get him on the table," Vikki says from somewhere behind Josh. Then he's being manhandled onto the coffee table, thrown on his back, and Josh sniffs, trying to stop his nose from running. When Vikki comes back over, she's down to her bra and panties and she's wearing her favourite strap-on. It's also Josh's least-favourite. She takes off her necklace, reaching down to his cock cage and unlocking him with the key on it before putting it back on. She carefully removes it and sits it next to Josh on the table. "You're allowed to cum if you don't cum while you're being fucked," she says. "So you better suck Dan off good, 'cause I'm going to keep fucking you till he cums." Josh nods, yes mistress. He's so far from hard right now. Vikki pushes Josh's legs up and Dan's hands are on his shoulders, keeping him held down. Josh closes his eyes as his plug is pulled out and then the dildo is getting forced in dry and he whimpers, trying to adjust so his fists aren't so uncomfortable under his back, but he can't move. Dan is pushing his head down over the edge of the table and Josh decides it's best to just give in, just focus on trying not to throw up instead of struggling against Dan's cock. Josh opens his mouth a bit reluctantly and Dan slams his way back in, making Josh utter this pathetic kind of whimper. He tries not to gag, tries to swallow Dan, but he's left with his head dropped back over the table with his jaw open and Dan fucking his throat and he's just crying quietly now, suffering through it. Then he's suddenly reminded that Vikki's back there because she's fucking him, and he writhes on the table a bit. "Stay still," Vikki growls, pinning his hips down. Josh tries to turn his head a bit but he can't; instead he just feels Dan's cock move in his throat. Josh tries not to groan when Dan grabs onto his head and Vikki is basically pounding him now, and she's hitting his spot dead-on, and he's hard because of it, and Josh tries to squirm under her grip but he barely budges. He suddenly becomes aware of how difficult it is to breathe with balls in his face. He lets out a weak sob. "Shut up," Dan says, squeezing Josh's throat, and Josh makes a quick surprised noise, jerking at how quickly his windpipe is pinned shut. "Let him breathe," Vikki says, and Dan lets go but he's still having a hard time anyway, just barely able to get a breath in when Dan nearly pulls out. Josh instinctively grabs eagerly at the head of Dan's cock with his mouth, sucking on it hard. Dan moans. Josh kind of can't believe he's doing this but he thinks he can get Dan to cum faster this way, especially since he's getting impatient himself with Vikki fucking him as well as she can. Dan shoves himself down Josh's throat anyway, making him choke a bit. "You close?" Vikki asks Dan, or at least Josh assumes it's directed to Dan because Josh couldn't speak even if he was allowed to. Dan doesn't say anything. Josh figures he either nodded or shook his head. Hopefully nodded. Josh kind of swallows on accident but that makes Dan moan. Oh. Okay. He swallows again and Dan jerks down his throat and that's good. He's close then. Josh hums a bit, knowing how good that feels. "Fuck, he learns quick," Dan says, voice low. Josh thinks Dan is pulling out to get him to suck on his head again but he pulls all the way out and starts wanking, and just as he starts unloading on Josh's face Vikki pulls the dildo out. Josh hears her take it off and he cringes a bit at the mess on his face and the taste in his mouth. Then there's a familiar soft hand on his cock and he gasps, almost jumping. It's a surprise. Vikki's wanking him fast and he remembers he's allowed to cum now so he lets go. He spills all over himself, all over his chest and his stomach and Vikki's hand. She wipes it on Josh's leg. "Good boy," Vikki says, lifting him up. "Now Dan's going to eat me out and you have to watch. Be good." He nods and then Dan's kissing her, throwing her on the couch, and Josh is left with his sore throat and a stinging jealousy. Open All Night I do not know exactly where to begin; so many things are hazy to me now. God, has it been only two days? Is that all? It seems like forever now. Two days ago, I was shopping for a gift to give my wife, just a small 'I love you' kind of thing. We had been fighting off and on, and I wanted to makeup with her. After a few hours of fruitless searching I was about to give up. It was getting late, almost ten at night, when I noticed a store I hadn't seen before, which is odd because the store didn't look newly opened and I have shopped here many times before. Who knows? It doesn't matter. All strip centers kinda' look alike, especially the ones in shitty areas of town. The sign over the door read 'Wallachian Antiquities' and the one in the window promised "Open All Night". I wondered again how I missed it before. Curious, I went in to see what they had to offer. The moment I opened the door, I was assaulted by a myriad of smells. Musty old leather, dust and that curious aged smell so many antique stores have. I could also make out an under layer of smoldering incense, fresh flowers, and something else that I couldn't name. An animal smell, not offensive, but alive. I was amazed by the dazzling display of goods crowded in every available space and competing for my attention. Stacks of rich looking, antique leather cases stood next to rows of glass cases filled with jewels, watches, and crystal. Rows and rows of books lined one wall, a velvet sofa was placed just so, allowing one to sit in comfort and browse at their own pace. Framed art lined every inch of bare wall. Excellent prints, beautiful oils of portraits and landscapes, along with scenes of bygone eras. How could this just spring up overnight? Eagerly, I began to explore. I was deeply involved in a text that I found on Elizabeth Bathory when I felt breath on my neck, warm and dry. Startled, I turned around to see the most stunningly beautiful woman standing nearly on top of me. Instinctively, I stumbled back a step feeling that somehow I had invaded her space and in the process, knocking several books to the floor. Stammering apologies, I began to pick them up hoping I had caused no damage. She seemed unconcerned and kept staring at me intently. I could almost feel her eyes boring into me. My stomach began to flip. Feeling more and more nervous as the seconds passed, I found I was unable to say anything further. She reached down and pulled me up, her strength apparent as I was standing with no effort on my part at all. Finally, she gave me the barest hint of a smile, and through parted lips, I saw incredibly white teeth. "I'm Aleksandra. This store is mine. I hope you are alright?" I mumbled something unintelligible, but she nodded her head in acceptance. She smiled again, "Can I help you find anything?" she asked. Feeling my cheeks burning for reasons unknown, I was unable to answer. I just stood there flushed. She was captivating to see. She was taller than me, with long full dark hair, which fell in waves around her face and shoulders. Her face was beautiful, her lips full and dark. Her skin was like cream, buttery smooth. She had firm breasts, which were easy to appreciate in her dress. They were pushed up, the décolletage like offered fruit. The dress was cut high on the right side with the slit lined with a maroon and gold brocade pattern. Staring at her, I could see that her thigh was now exposed. Feeling my mouth go dry, I realized that I was almost able to see her inner thigh, and the hint of the dark treasure buried there. Her jewelry clinked as her hands moved making soft sounds that I found comforting. She had too many bracelets on, far too many and each finger was adorned with a ring, even on the thumb. One ring on her left hand was so large it covered the fingers on either side. Her long neck was covered by a black choker. The jewel in the center looked real, a deep ruby, like a drop of blood at her throat. Her dress reached the floor and pooled there, so that when she moved I could not see her feet. Without my consciously realizing it, she was so close to me again that I could feel her breath and smell the scent of lilacs massaged onto her skin. "I...I was...umm...uh...was looking for a gift for my wife," I fumbled out. I began to sweat even though the temperature inside the store was chilly. Again she said nothing searching my face for what seemed to be an eternity. Then she said, "Follow me" and walked down a small hallway leading to a backroom hidden from the causal eye by brocade drapery. "A gift, for your...wife? Yes...Tell me, does she have any special interests?" she asked. "She enjoys reading, especially the classics, Bronte, Byron, that kind of thing, I was hoping to find a nice bound edition of something," I offered her. Her fingers traced titles across the bookshelves, then suddenly she stopped and pulled a small leather volume off the shelf. "Here, a wonderful edition of Dante. Would this do?" she asked me. The cover was richly illustrated with the ride through Hell and the souls lost in torment. I thought this would be great, but worried at once about the price. What was offered to me appeared so costly, surely beyond my means to pay. "Yes, I think this would be perfect, uhhh, how much?" I asked. "What do you have to offer?" she said enigmatically, her brow arched. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. How much is the price?" I said. "We will see," she said as she moved even closer touching my mouth with an outstretched finger, her nail pulling my lower lip down. I should have moved away. I should have stopped it right there. Hell, I should have run. But I did none of those things, instead, I stood there as she moved in and kissed me. But, oh God, what a kiss! I have never felt heat like that before, her tongue pushing past my lips, darting in and out, and then filling my mouth. My tongue was pulled into her mouth. She kept suckling, licking me, treating my tongue as a lover would my cock. She had a hold of my hair in the back, keeping me close to her. I felt frozen, not helpless, more overwhelmed. My hands finally crept up her sides, running over her breasts, squeezing them. She moaned deep in her throat with a primal sound almost frightening in depth, her lips locked onto mine, the sound traveling down my throat, filling me. Her fingers dug deeper at my back, and now on the tender flesh of my neck. I felt her nails curling, stabbing into me. The pain was exquisite; I could feel blood start to run from the small cuts, but didn't care. She pulled her hand back, her fingertips slick with my blood. Her left hand held my chin as she again looked at me - into me. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked me off her, as a child would savor ice cream that had melted on their hand. Why wasn't I shocked? What kept me from crying out, struggling to be free? If I had, maybe things would have turned out differently. I did nothing. I stared while she licked the red stains from her fingers, her smile growing wider with each swipe of her tongue. She leapt at me then, as an animal would prey. I stumbled back, falling. At the last second she caught me. Surprised at her strength, and not surprised, her fingers moved quickly to disrobe me. Before any real thought could form, I was laying naked on the carpeted floor. She stood above me. She had that same smile as she looked down at me, her hands running up and down her body, teasing herself. I watched her hand disappear under her dress, moving up and down as she fucked herself in front of me. I saw her lips moving then, but could not hear her words at first. "Say my name...," she whispered. "What? What do you mean," I said confused. "SAY … MY… NAME," she again demanded. "Aleksandra," I trembled out. She had me repeat it several times, her eyes burning on me as I repeated her name, 'Aleksandra', over and over. Satisfied finally with this perverse game, she seemed pleased with some secret thing. She then straddled me, still standing. She gathered her dress up in her hands, exposing her legs to me, then farther up her sex. It was swollen, pink and clean. She had no hair at all, her labia shining in the lamp light around us. I could see that a ring pierced each lip and they gleamed like winking stars. I could feel my mouth watering, aching to taste that crimson core, to run my tongue over and around her, then to dip inside. With no stimulation from me or her, I was erect, harder that I had been in years. Aleksandra lowered herself onto me, still holding her dress with one hand, while the other gripped my cock with a cool, soothing hand. Her lips parted as my cock slide in to her. For a second I did not feel her, then she seemed to close in on me, molding herself as if her cunt was another mouth, pulling me, sucking me in, loving me. My breath left me quickly as I groaned. I have never felt such unrestrained ecstasy, such bliss. It was like swimming in a warm pool at night, only this pool sucked as her hips moved back and forth. She never fully laid on me, preferring to stay on her feet, squatting over me, her legs spread, pistoning my cock in and out of her. She was so incredibly wet. I could feel her slick cream running over my legs as she fucked me. She held her dress with her left hand, her right on my throat. I could hear her begin to speak, repeating the same word so softly I could not make it out at first. She chanted it over and over: "mine, mine", but I did not care; I was lost in the dizzy array of feelings that flowed through me. The smells around me seemed to grow intense, filling my senses. I could not tell if the lights were flickering or if I was beginning to pass out. A buzzing sound filled in my ears. She became more frantic in rhythm, now dropping to ride me fully. Her weight seemed to be almost nothing, as if I was inside smoke. She ripped her dress down, exposing a nipple. She pulled my head to her, so hard my neck snapped. She did not care, my suckling only increased her pleasure. I pulled as hard as I could, biting on the distended tip, then filling my mouth with her, filling my hands with her hair. Her strokes increased even more as if she was trying to pound me into the floor. I looked up as I felt something wet fall on my mouth. The look on her face petrified me. She seemed to be gone, her head back, her eyes almost closed. The wetness I realized was her saliva, drooling out as she satisfied some animal hunger. As it ran to my mouth, I tasted something metallic, like copper. The only word that my almost shutdown mind could form was ... 'unclean'. I could now make out that the obscene chanting had stopped, replaced by a primitive sound that seemed to come from outside her, filling the room as the buzzing in my head grew. I could feel my orgasm swelling. At that same instant she again stared down at me, her head whipping down like a snake poised to strike. I sensed more than felt her leap off me, quickly kneeling between my legs. Her mouth closed over me instantly, cleaning me of her juices, any trace of her. That sucking mouth dove over and over me, her hands now clawing into my hips, again drawing blood with those talons at her fingertips. I could hear her breathing increasing in rhythm to match the tempo as she sucked me until I heard deep guttural sounds coming from either her or me. Her head pistoned up and down relentlessly, my cock filling her mouth. I exploded in the most intense orgasm that I have ever felt, blanking out all thought and sound. I could feel my balls draining as I seemed to pump stream after stream into that sucking orifice. As she felt me filling her mouth, the unearthly moaning started again, then more sucking, pulling every drop from me. At last I stopped shooting. I looked down to see her head back and eyes closed. I watched mesmerized as her cheeks draw in, her throat working as she drank me. Her mouth dropped to my thigh before I realized what was happening. I could feel the bite quite clearly, at first it was agonizing, then no pain. In my head I heard a sound like glass breaking. I tried to move, but her hands pushed me down, harder that I have ever been hit in my life, holding me. The only image that I could form was a lion holding down a gazelle draining its life. I woke up sometime later. I had no idea how long it had been. A minute? An hour? My clothes were back on, carefully arranged and neat. I was in my car in front of my home. Lying next to me was a carefully wrapped package, tied with a scarlet ribbon. It was the book, the Dante .The card attached had the most precise handwritten note inside. It read "You are mine, For now, Forever." I had no way to explain to my wife where I had been, fuck, who would believe? I said I had been drinking with a friend, we had gone out to strip club, and I passed out in the car. This lie she could accept. I thought the book was now a lousy idea seeing as how she was more pissed than she had been before. I stashed it in her closet, hoping she might find it later and maybe be happy with it. Unable to endure her stares, I've slept in the garage since that night. I also wanted to hide the mark on my leg. At night, it throbs, like it misses her. I see her when I close my eyes, I can smell her in my hair. I'm going back tonight, back to her. I don't think this time I get to leave, I think this time I will be hers, always. Open Arms My arms opening to you. You come to me and rest your lovely head on my shoulders as I begin to take away all that stress. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (20 min/mp3) * * * * * Open Cafe Peter loved Paris. It was the city of love, and even if he had come here alone, even if during his whole two weeks here nothing exciting had happened to him, he still loved the city. It was so old, so full of culture and history. It had meaning, it had depth. It had things in it Peter's life had never had. Peter was thirty five years old now. He had failed at his marriage, he had failed at his first four jobs. And he was failing to keep his full head of brown hair. He was pretty sure his eyes were failing too. So, he'd come to Paris once his latest and longest termed job had allowed him to on business. Then he'd tacked on the extra week, getting paid by calling it 'vacation' time. He hadn't planned on having much happen here. He just liked walking around the open markets. It was spring and the weather was wonderful. The tourists were minimal this time of year, but the city was still at its best, cleaning up after the long, dirty winter. The museums and galleries were open. The shops and boutiques still had holiday prices. And the cafes! Peter loved that best of all – the cafes were putting their tiny little one and two person tables out onto the sidewalks again. They all had their own little fenced off areas where their tables sat, checkered coverings flapping in the warm breezes that were invading the city. It was heaven to walk down any busy street and be able to just stop at a café and sit down, order an exotic French roast coffee, and just watch people go by. Peter didn't care who was going by. Sometimes he noticed the beautiful French women. Sometimes they were obvious American or Canadian or British. But they were all interesting. Sometimes he noticed the other business men in the city for conventions, trips, or what have you. Peter thought they should envy him his vacation time, and sit down in one of the little wrought iron chairs like he was sitting in. And just watch the world go by. He picked up the coffee cup infront of him in two hands, smiling dreamily out at the city. It would be evening soon. The streets were emptying out. And the wind was blowing stray newspapers and litter up and down the causeways. The hustle and bustle of the city during the day was giving way to the eroticism of the Parisian night. It was twilight. Peter's favorite time of day. That was when she happened to walk by. She couldn't have been more than twenty, Peter knew. But her breasts were large, and her hips slightly wide, giving her ass a rounded peach shape that flared out deliciously. It was the kind of ass a man dreamt of biting into, if only the juice that burst out beneath his teeth promised to be nectar of the sweetest kind. She wore a striped shirt, white and red, the stripes running across her tits horizontally and just aggravating what looked like an already intense case of Breastus Giganticus that made Peter whistle. She almost had too much tit, but any man worth his weight knew that there was no such thing. Anyone who said more than a handful was a waste didn't know what to do with the other parts of his body if his hands got busy. Her hair was a soft coppery orange, her eyes appeared to be golden brown, and she had a pert nose and cupid bow lips that seemed chubby on her slender face. Her skirt was white and tight, a suede miniskirt that barely covered her thighs. And judging by the lack of lines across her ass, she was commando – panty-less. That made Peter sit up and take notice as she walked by his table, then turned to enter the restaurant near him. He was sitting in the restaurant's outdoor café area, virtually alone. So he was probably easy to notice for the girl as she walked by, his head turning to follow her swaying hips. The high heels she wore forced her to keep her legs tightly closed. And walking like that made her ass wiggle in the most intoxicating manner. Peter's eyes were glued to her, his head turning all the way around as she disappeared into the restaurant. Then, she came out to where he was sitting. She walked matter-of-factly up to Peter's table and introduced herself in French, an accent he hadn't heard before and thus thought must be out of province, in the outer districts of France. "My name is Michelin," she said, putting out her hand. "I am Peter," he answered. He stood up, shaking her hand, then sat back down. "Do you mind if I sit here? I see you are sitting alone tonight." Peter raised an eyebrow. "No, by all means, join me if you like." They sat down together, and Peter watched as the waiter came by. Michelin ordered a cup of mocha and promptly began to stare Peter down. "Was there something else you wanted?" he queried. "Yes, I was wondering if you had found it easy to have sex in Paris?" Peter was stunned. What kind of question was that to ask? And he was flustered. "I haven't really tried," he confessed, feeling his face flush hotly in embarrassment. "It is not as easy as you might think," she said to him in a wise voice. Peter didn't know what to say. Was she some type of hooker, a prostitute bold enough to just plant herself next to any man who looked lonely and desperate? Did he look desperate?? The woman crossed her legs, one arm resting on the table as the waiter came by. When the uniformed man bent over to put her cup and saucer on the table, she slowly uncrossed her legs, leaving her thighs parted. And on cue, the waiter stepped back and looked right up her skirt. Then he smiled and winked at Peter and left the two strangers alone. Non-plussed by the waiter's gesture, Michelin sipped from her steaming cup. "Is that all you wanted to know?" Peter asked, watching as she set the cup back down onto its plain white saucer. Her golden eyes stared at him, half lidded. "Have you had sex lately?" she asked boldly. Peter gasped, feeling flustered. "Well no, I haven't, actually." "Me neither." "Why are you asking me all these questions?" he finally demanded. "Because." "Because why!" Michelin stared at him for a moment, taking in his flushed red face and exasperated look. "Because there are things I want to do, and I can only do with you." Peter was stunned. Only with him? She didn't even know who he was. "I have set goals for myself," she continued. "And I can tell by the look of you, I need you to complete them. Only when you have helped me will I have finished." Peter shook his head slightly. It was all so baffling. What could this French vixen be talking about? She calmly sipped from her coffee, seeming to revel in the rich almost chocolate taste. Then she looked at Peter. He had no idea what to say. "Have you ever had fellatio while sitting at a table in a restaurant?" she asked. Peter gulped, shaking his head 'no'. His fingers were tight on the edges of the little round table, knuckles white as he gripped it. "I've never given fellatio under a table, in a restaurant. As soon as I saw you, sitting here, and almost no one around, I realized now is my chance to finish my goals." "I'm not going to pay you to – " "Do not insult me, sir. I don't want money. Have you never wanted to do something no one else around you has ever done, just for the sake of doing it?" She seemed to almost sneer at him, but her mouth was too pretty to look mean. Peter had to nod in answer to her question. No one he knew had managed to spend a day, much less two weeks, in gay Paris. But it was something he'd always wanted to do, and now he could say he had done it. "Then you should understand why I want to suck your cock beneath this table. Right now." She was lifting up her side of the table cloth, and hiking her skirt up to her thighs. "You aren't going to tell me no are you?" she asked, looking at Peter quizzically. He couldn't breathe, much less speak. His mouth was working, trying to talk, but nothing was coming out. "Good. When I am underneath the table, be sure to push the table cloth over me. Or we will be seen, and we won't accomplish what we came here to do." "But I – I didn't -!" There was nothing else to be said. Young Michelin was under the table now. Quickly Peter flicked at the table cloth, standing up slightly to make sure it was over her side of the table. The red and white checkered cloth hung all the way to the stones of the patio, covering the girl's feet easily. Now he was just sitting alone at his table again, as he had before. Peter could feel her hands on his ankles as she spread his legs. But he didn't dare look under the table as she pulled the cloth up over his knees, making a small tent for herself that covered his thighs and his lap. Peter rested his chin on his hand, trying to think of anything but what was going on under the table. The sky had turned a pretty purplish-pink color. And the old gaslight style street lamps were all turning on slowly as the sun disappeared behind the ancient cathedral type buildings of this district. It was going to be a wonderfully warm and exotic night. Already Peter could smell the special evening smells, meat slow roasted and just now coming to the proper juiciness and tenderness. The sweet smell of too much wine was beckoning pedestrians into several of the casual restaurants and taverns and lounges that lined the street, so there were very few people walking at all. Peter was grateful for that. It meant less people heard his abrupt squeal as he felt Michelin's fingers enter his opened fly and touch his flaccid member. "Aren't you excited in the least bit?" Peter couldn't really answer because it would look like he was talking to a table or an empty chair across from him. He coughed lightly, and suddenly his cock sprang to life in the woman's capable hands. "Much better," she cooed from under the table. She was moving her hands against the insides of his thighs now, rubbing his slacks. "I need you to be excited, Peter, if I'm going to accomplish my mission. I will have to work harder on you, so you can be harder for me." Then her hand was slipping into his pants again, this time cupping his balls inside his briefs. Peter groaned. "Don't be too loud, or you will be asked to leave the café," she cautioned. With Michelin fondling his heavy balls, Peter coughed to cover up his grunts of pleasure. He tried to scoot forward in his chair, but she was so close between his knees he had no room to move. "Here is fine. I can touch everything I need to touch. Feel that?" There was a hot, wet touch on the tip of his now rigid member. Was that her tongue? "I'm going to lick you now. I hope you like it." And she began to lap at the head of his cock. Peter could feel precum beginning to ooze in a single drop from the tiny slit on the head of his penis. Michelin's tongue soon found it, and she ran it all over the droplet, smearing it around and around on his sensitive cockhead. "Mmm, you taste well cared for. I like to taste you," she purred. Peter had to cough again as his face flushed with excitement. Now Michelin was putting her mouth around the slit, around the head of his cock. And she was making soft suckling motions, pulling the head in and out of her lips. She moaned, and he could feel the vibrations of her mouth around his shaft as she pushed her lips further down his thickness. She was openly mouthing him now, her lips tightly wrapped up and down his shaft. He could feel her every movement, but positioned as he was, he could do nothing that he wanted to do. Ideally, Peter wanted to reach under the table and grip her on either side of her head, and begin to buck his hips and fuck her sweet, tender mouth. But he was her prisoner now. Suddenly the waiter came up. "Monsieur, where did your lady friend go?" "Oh, her? Um, she had to leave really quickly. Something about something she had to finish, I guess." "Monsieur, she left her bill, and her purse here." "Oh. Oh yes I see that now." "I should call the authorities at once." "No!" Michelin continued to suck Peter's cock, even as he objected loudly to the waiter's suggestion. "I mean, I can take care of her bill. And she may come back for her purse. No need to call the police just now. Who knows, maybe she just went to freshen up!" The waiter walked around the table and pushed the chair in, not bothering to look down and see why he only got it half way under the small table. Peter just smiled falsely as the man picked up Michelin's cup and saucer and left him alone. "Perhaps I need to hurry up, yes?" Michelin queried from under the table. Peter gulped, agreeing quietly. "Maybe if you helped me, if you put your hand down here and showed me how you like it, hmm?" It sounded like a good idea. The sooner he could cum, the sooner he could extricate himself from this situation. Being sucked from underneath a café table hadn't been one of his biggest fantasies. But it sure was turning out to be very exciting. So exciting his cock was too hard to cum very quickly! Peter put a hand at the base of his cock, looking around at the few people who were walking by. He smiled a fake smile at anyone who made eye contact, his elbow moving slightly. It probably looks like I'm jerking off, he groaned inwardly. But Michelin's mouth was on his cock now, and her hand was ontop of his, learning his rhythm. Then, wonder of all wonders, her hand took over, and she moved his own to her head. His elbow still bobbed but now he closed his eyes, ignoring anyone around him on the streets or in passing cars. Michelin's mouth was tight, a hot, wet vacuum around his stiffened cock. He tangled his fingers in her coppery hair, so silky in his hand. She groaned at that and he took it as a good sign. Excited even more now, Peter began to pull on Michelin's hair, controlling her movements over his dick. "Yes," he groaned quietly, dropping his face to pretend he was looking down. "Just like that. Yes, that feels so good." The girl's mouth was moving up and down incredibly fast now, sucking his throbbing shaft and swollen cock head so hard that he could feel the back of her throat. He pushed up slightly with his hips, rocking in his chair. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, yes, swallow it all," Peter hissed. And Michelin did. The French stranger suckled and swallowed the great gobs of cum Peter shot into her mouth, and he could feel her throat muscles working. Her hand on his shaft stroked him as she drank him dry, squeezing every last drop into her tight mouth hole. Even after he had cum deep down her throat, and released her hair, Michelin stayed with her lips sealed around Peter's cock. He could feel her tongue working over his limp member, cleaning him thoroughly. Then, politely, she put him back into his pants and briefs, and did up the zipper. She peeked out from under the table cloth on the other side of the table, then pushed the chair out of her way, and sat down. The waiter noticed her returned to the table, and walked over. "Madame, I thought you had left Monsieur alone. I am glad to see you are returned after all." "Of course. But I will be leaving now. Where is my bill?" "No no," Peter objected. "I can cover her part of the bill. Add it to mine, please." "Of course, Monsieur," the waiter said, leaving them. Michelin stood up, fussing with her lips and wiping them with a napkin. Then she smiled at Peter. "I have accomplished at least one thing I had always wanted to. Thank you, Peter. I hope you have a good evening." And with that, she was gone. Peter sighed, staring dreamily out into the street, chin in hand. I've actually gotten fellatio from a real French tart, he smiled sardonically. Across the street, Michelin was on the phone, calling back home to Quebec, Canada, to her sister in their French village. "Monique, guess what! I finally did it! I finally gave fellatio to a real Parisian man! And it was good, he tasted so different! Now I can say I've done men from North America and from Europe! Isn't that exciting? I will be coming home now right away!"