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Surprise Party

By: LikeTwoHaveFun



I was away on one of my usual business trips. I had already been away from home 6 days and I had 3 more left to go. I would be getting back on Sunday...missing yet another weekend to have fun. As I was sitting there in my hotel room that night... fiddling around online with my laptop... my cell phone rang. It was the owner of my company. Plans changed and he would not be able to make it out to meet me tomorrow. He said to go ahead take the next flight home if I wanted. I called the airline right away...figuring I could still make one that night and surprise my wife. Unfortunately, I could not get out until the next day, Friday evening. For some reason, I could hardly sleep that night. I just really wanted to get home to my wife. I guess I am just getting a little tired of all this traveling. Sometimes I think it might be time for a career change... but anyway... back to the story.

I decided not to tell Sue that I was coming home early. I figured when I got home she would be at the gym and I could sneak in the house and surprise her when she got home. It was a long flight to Denver. Then an even longer drive home from the airport. I stopped and got some flowers and then on to the house. As I pulled up, I was surprised to see that Sue's car was home...so was her friend Elizabeth's and quite a few others that I did not recognize.

I walked up to the front door and let myself in. As I opened the door, I heard a bunch of female voices in the house. So much for my surprise I thought. Just as I was going into the living room, I was stopped by a woman I had never seen before. She blurted out "Oh my goodness! It's a man! What are you doing here?" she said as she caught her balance on the wall. "Oh, brining me flowers huh?"

I replied, "this is my house, and sorry, these are for my wife." "Ohhhhh" she said, "you must be Sue's husband" " yes, that would be me." I said, as I detected the strong odor of alcohol on her. "What is going on here? Where is my wife?"

"Well, we ladies are having a little party." She giggled, "I think Sue is out on the deck." So, that is where I headed. As I passed the living room and kitchen, I got a few squeals and giggles. Another woman looked at me in surprise and covered herself saying, "Eek, a man!" At that point I noticed that she a few of the ladies were wearing bras and panties, and some in teddies, there were two on the couch holding up a pair of stockings examining them. I thought "what the hell is going on, is this what they do whenever I am gone?"

I made my way to the deck and found Sue her friend Elizabeth and a few other ladies sitting in and around the hot tub. There was a table full of snacks and margaritas. Sue and Elizabeth were both surprised to see me standing there, flowers in hand. "Surprise, I'm home". I said flatly. Then I smiled and said, "How is the most beautiful wife in the world?"

"Oh, hey Hun. I was not expecting you home today." "Yeah? No kidding." I said, "Looks like you are having lots of fun without me!" She laughed, "well, we decided to have a little lingerie party, just us girls" She appeared to have a pretty good buzz going. "Come on inside and meet everyone!"

She and Elizabeth hopped out of the tub and quickly toweled off, while giggling and giving each other that funny look that girls often do. They then came over and took me by each arm and dragged me inside. Sue took the flowers and put them on the counter, smacked me on the butt and said "thanks honey" Then she dragged me into the middle of the room and said "hey girls! This is my husband Ray. He just got home early from his business trip!" All the ladies then gave me a big "hi Ray!" I laughed and said, "what are all of you doing having this fun without me?"

Elizabeth whispered in Sue's ear and then Sue sat me down on the couch and said, "how about we show you what we've been up to?" I sat back and said, "now you are talkin! What guy in his right mind would say no to that?"

Then Sue and Elizabeth grabbed a few bags, gathered the ladies together and left the room. I sat back and relaxed and thought to myself. "This is not such a bad welcome home... A house full of women drinking margaritas and trying on lingerie". I could here them all laughing and talking in the other room.

At that moment, Elizabeth came in and turned on the radio. And said, "let the show begin!" She then ran back to join the ladies. Then, Sue came in wearing a pair of black patent leather platform heels, a black thong and a see through black tight little top that accentuated her nice round breasts and her nice hard nipples. She walked in front of me, turned around, and then bent over while looking at me from between her legs. She reached through and rubbed the bulge that was already forming in my pants. Then she ran both of her hands up her legs and then lightly touched herself through her panties. If that wasn't enough, she sat back onto my lap and started to grind herself on me. Then she sat down on the armrest and leaned up against me and started to stroke the back of my neck with one hand while she ran the other hand down my shirt and started to rub my chest.

I heard some more giggling and in came two more ladies. Both wearing matching teddies one was a blonde in blue lace and the other a brunette in red lace. WOW! They did a little dance for me, then came over and one sat on each knee and gave me a kiss on each cheek. They then sat on the loveseat together as the next woman came in the room.

Out came a woman in white garters, white lace panties and thigh high stockings. She had a matching white corset that pushed up her large breasts quite nicely. I then looked at her face and realized it was the seriously tipsy woman that had greeted me at the front door. She strutted over in front of me and ran her hands from her thighs, up her stomach, and then grabbed her tits with both hands. She got a whistle from the ladies on the couch. Then put her hands on each of my knees and leaned forward giving me a good view of her nice cleavage. Then she continued to bend down with her head close to my lap. Her long hair dangling over her so I could not see what exactly she was doing. I felt a little embarrassed having her look at the obvious bulge in my pants. To my surprise I felt her touch me with her mouth through my pants. Suddenly, she bit me... not hard, but firmly enough that I flinched. She then popped up and strutted to the other side of the room and hopped on to the laps of the other two ladies, giving them a high five. This was just too much.

At that point, our friend Elizabeth came out. She too was wearing some black patent leather platforms, some thigh high black stockings with the seam down the back. She had a black thong and a great push up bra. She came across the room very slowly and stood in front of me. She ran her fingers through her hair as she closed her eyes and began to gyrate her hips. She hopped up on my lap...and while she straddled me, she pulled down her bra and shoved her breasts in my face. I had to laugh a little, because she had done this once before at a club last summer. This time she grabbed Sue and pulled her from the couch. They started to dance together. Elizabeth positioned herself behind Sue and reached around her and began to fondle her breasts. Then she slowly lifted the top up over Sue's head and once again squeezed her breasts. Sue turned around and removed Elizabeth's bra and then lightly kissed each of her nipples. Then they both came up and sat back down on each side of me.

Finally, the last 3 ladies came into the room. One in lace panties and bra, one in a tight little satin gown, and the other in lace body stocking. The three of them danced together and then some of the other ladies got up and joined in. I am sitting there watching all these women in lingerie dancing together for me and I just can't believe this is happening. I said aloud, "somebody pinch me! I have got to be dreaming!" Elizabeth reached down and pinched me by the nipple and said, "If it was, would you really want to wake up?" I responded with an emphatic "HELL NO".

I just sat back and soaked it all in. The drunk chic went over to a box sitting by some of the bags of lingerie and just dumped it on the floor. I looked to see a bunch of toys and assorted oils. She grabbed a bottle of flavored oil and tossed it to Sue. Elizabeth said, "ok, who would like to try a sample taste of our cherry flavored body oil?" All of the girls started to hoot and holler. Then, her and Sue literally ripped my T-shirt off me. If that was not enough, they threw me down on the floor and Sue undid my pants as Elizabeth grabbed them by the legs and whipped them off. I have to say, it felt a little intimidating lying there half naked in front of a room full of women... But, that thought was gone in a flash when they began to squirt the stuff all over me! I was overwhelmed. Then, the inebriated chic in the white lingerie practically attacked me! She began to lick all the cherry lubricant off of my chest. Then a few more ladies joined in. I was getting licked and rubbed all over by a bunch of women in lingerie with a good buzz on!

Then, they got even wilder. They began to squirt it all over each other. Breasts were exposed and women were licking flavored lubricants off each other, themselves, and me! Suddenly, off came my boxers. The ever so bold woman in white was the culprit. She rubbed her hands all over her well oiled breasts and then reached down and began to massage my thoroughly hardened cock. Then I looked up and saw the other women closing in. Some of them were watching and touching themselves and some were feeling a little bolder and started to rub me all over. I heard a buzzing and the blonde in red was holding a vibrator. She leaned back against the couch and spread her legs in front of me. She reached down and began to massage herself with her new toy.

I felt something moving up my legs. I looked down to see the brunette kissing and licking her way further and further upwards. She said, "Mmm, this stuff tastes so good." She then positioned her head over my dick as the woman in white held it in her hand. "Let's see how this tastes." She said, as she licked the tip of my cock. Then her friend in white joined her in her taste test. I was doing my best to hold back as these two women licked my cock.

Next thing I know, there are a pair of perky little breasts above my face. I heard the woman say "would you like a taste?" as she lowered them towards my mouth. I licked her erect nipple and tasted the sweet cherry flavored oil. She moaned with delight. This was all I needed. I felt myself losing control. One of the two ladies working my cock was stroking it with her hand as the other one was lightly caressing my balls. The two of them could tell I was going to cum. They began to lick the end of my cock as they simultaneously kissed each other. I exploded and the two of them licked and kissed each other as I shot my load in their mouths. It was so intense. When I was finished, they continued to kiss each other passionately.

Sue leaned down and kissed me and said "well Hun, glad you came home early?" All I could do was smile and let out a sigh of satisfaction. She grinned and said, "my turn!" as she straddled my face. I grabbed her hips and began to lick her pussy gratefully. Elizabeth came over with a little vibrator and reached down and started to work Sue's clit with it. She started to moan in ecstasy. I felt my cock begin to come back to life. While Sue was moaning and groaning, I heard another woman doing the same. The blonde who was masturbating with the vibrator came. She started to shout "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeees!" as she climaxed.

Then I heard the woman in white say, "I am so fucking horny...I need a cock in me now!" I felt her grab my cock and she guided it into her pussy. It was nice and hot and wet. She instantly began to moan with pleasure as she rocked back and forth on my cock. As she fucked me I continued to eat my wife's pussy as her good friend worked her over with the vibrator. Finally, Sue put all her weight on my face and began to quiver. As she climaxed the woman in white started fucking me faster and harder. Both women orgasmed simultaneously. Sue with her light moans and groans and the other woman squealing like crazy. I was ready for more!

After they finished and let me up, I sat on the edge of the couch. The blonde came over and started to stroke my rock hard cock. As she did, she others crawled over. All of the women were kneeling in front of me. Some of them were rubbing my legs while others had their hands all over my dick and balls. The Blonde leaned forward and took my whole dick all the way in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, each time taking the whole thing until her face was buried. It did not take long this time. My legs stiffened. It became so intense that I had to stand up. The blonde started to jack me off with both hands while the others were still kneeling right in front of me. I came so hard that it was almost painful. As I did, the women reached up and stroked me and opened their mouths as if they had to have more of me. They took turns licking and sucking my cock as I came. I felt my knees get weak and I collapsed back onto the couch. They all laid back and continued to play with each other as I watched.

Finally, when the attention was off me, I slipped out of the room and headed upstairs for a shower. As I cleaned the flavored oil off my body, I could not stop grinning. I had just lived every man's fantasy. I got out, dried off and lay on the bed. I ran through it all over and over in my head until I drifted off to sleep. I woke up later to see Sue sitting there looking at me. Welcome home she said. I sat up and said, "wait a minute... I was dreaming! Man, it felt so real." I was still feeling groggy and was trying to wake up so I could sort it all out. "Relax, she said... it was not a dream."

Surprise Party



His email had been so melancholy she had to do something about it and she knew just what would do the trick! They had never met in person, but they had become fast friends via email and so in a mad moment of pure insanity, she hopped the red-eye to Seattle, knowing that she could be there by close of business the next day.  

Arriving as she had planned just after 4PM, she passes Margo, his secretary, who is pulling out for the day on the road in. She knows that unless he has some extraordinary business, he will be alone in his office until 5:30. 

Grabbing the ice cold six of Coors from the mini-cooler she had picked up on her way there, she walks up to the office door and, without knocking, enters the office locking the door behind her. He is sitting at his computer, as she anticipates, and somewhat startled by her aggressive entry he scowls gruffly, "Can I help you?" 

"I don't know if you can help me," she replies seductively smiling, "but I think I might be able to help you." Tossing him a can she says, "Here, have a beer." 

He catches the sweating can of his favorite brew and still puzzling this brazen intruder he asks, "Do I know you?" 

She looks around the office and says, "It looks just how it looks on the webcam right down to the sexy white leather chair. Mind if I sit?"

Kicking off her sneakers, she sits in the chair and slings one leg over the arm giving him a clear view of the area between her legs. Her snug shorts accentuate the camel-toe contour of her pussy. She cracks open her beer and, holding it in her right hand, she then nonchalantly rests her left hand just above the crease.  

"Willa? Willa Parr? What? How? What are you doing here?"  

"I'm here to cheer up the birthday boy. I thought we'd have a little birthday brew and see what 'cums' up," she adds making quote marks with her finger when she says "cums." "By your email, I knew you were needlessly feeling your age; and I know just what will perk you up... and so do you."

His mind races: Knowing from pictures she had sent him the details of the lovely pussy beneath the shorts increases his excitement. Partially hidden, but still obviously there, those short shorts, perhaps a size too small, are tight between her legs. They cover and conform to every arousing curve. Just by adjusting the spread of the legs, her mound changes in contour as if trying to whisper, or beckon, or perhaps attract intercourse. 

Withdrawing her hand from its resting place outside of her shorts, her bare mid-drift allows him full view of her fingers as they slide just under the waistband and her hand comes to rest just inches from the area entreating focus. The bulge in his jeans becomes obvious and he doesn't care to hide the fact. They toast each other with their silver bullets carrying the thought of what they would like to do.

He realizes she is braless as her hardening nipples make their appearance; and, as she has no panties on to absorb her juices, a wet spot begins to appear on the pale blue shorts. He rises from his desk and, eyes fixed on her, he walks directly across the room to her. 

Her mind races. Knowing the details from his pictures of the uncut beauty straining at the fly of his jeans and the fullness of his bulbous sack increases her excitement. He walks towards her undoing his belt. Stopping in front of her, he unbuttons his jeans. The pressure of his fully engorged cock urgently escaping its restraint pushes the zipper down by itself and the jeans fall to his ankles followed by boxers. His fully hardened and erect cock curves proudly up towards his navel.

"Is this the birthday boy you came to cheer up?" he asks softly as his rugged hands gently handle his rod.

"Mmmmmm, yes," she coos equally softly in reply as she reaches out to grasp the beautifully veined shaft for herself. Pulling the skin down tautly towards his balls, she guides the mushroomed velvet head into her mouth. She uses her tongue to explore every aspect by running it firmly around his swollen flange, feathering it up and down his crease, and deeply probing his hole. Sweetly sucking shallowly at first, ultimately, she deep throats him. 

He moans in supreme pleasure and he is ready to ejaculate, but pulling out he withdraws whispering with a gasp, "Not yet."

In a state of quandary with the ache of the balls signaling for release, he reaches out to help Willa stand and they embrace as close as possible trapping his cock between them. They kiss warmly, lips and tongues meeting with perfect tenderness.

"Hi, friend," she sighs looking up at him.

"Hi, friend," he replies returning her gaze.

He kicks off his deck shoes and Willa helps him strip his shirt and tee. The blinds have been adjusted and the room is theirs. 

Turning her around, he now pays tribute to the aroused breasts from behind with one hand, while the other undoes each button of her top allowing the garment to open. He caresses and fondles her soft round breasts and pinches the nipples in a sensual manner hardening them further. The blouse slips back on the shoulders and, as the arms are extracted, it falls down hanging-up over his cock. 

Without leaving the wonders of those tits, he moves slightly to the side to display the impromptu clothes rack. She picks off the shirt with a little rub on his wet tip and then places it on the arm of the chair. 

His hands now slide down her tummy to the waistband of the shorts and, finding them too tight for his man-size hands, he seeks the mechanism to release it. She moves her hand to the exact spot and, with a quick twist, the waist is loosed and his hands can glide down to the area causing all his excitement. Her pussy is warm and moist and in full welcoming mode as her legs part allowing him access. 

She reaches around and grasps his turgescent cock which adds to the intensity of their mutual arousal. He uses his three main fingers to rub up and down on the swollen pussy lips with the middle one shanking deep into the center as if searching for the hidden guard. It stops on the little nubbin and moves it from side to side then pushes down gently on its crown. She convulses and moans and her hips start a new level of arousal as they move her growing bud against his fingers. Wetness coats her folds while his pre-cum covers her hand. 

Smearing the wet hand over her tits and belly, she whispers, "Hmmm, you are a juicy one!" 

Willa bends forward to grasp the arms of the chair and the scent of sex and leather increases her intoxication. The invitation implicit, he moves to enter her from behind. He peels the shorts down over her firm round ass, then steps up to run the head of his cock up and down her slit, covering it with her juices. Willa holds her breath in anticipation as he pauses for a moment at the entrance of her vagina. In one sure move, he buries his swell to the hilt deep in her cunt, causing Willa to inhale sharply. With both strong hands, he grabs her hips. Plunging in deeply and rhythmically, he pulls her hard into him over and over again. Willa grinds her ass into him. She loves how it feels as his cock stirs in her vagina massaging her G-spot and how it "hurts so good" when he rams it home. As his balls slap her pussy and her tits swing in sync with his thrusting, he uses his thumb to gently toy with her anus, driving Willa to the top. 

Willa groans and moans louder and louder until, in climax, she yells out, "Fuck me, Richard! Oh, yes, fuck me!"

The powerful spasms of her O begin contracting around his all too ready cock. He can't hold out any longer and cums. His balls evacuating, he fills her with a flood of his ejaculate. 

Seemingly sealed together, they pause enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm as his cock, to their delight, only slowly retreats. Reveling in the afterglow and the intensely erotic feeling of their combined fluids running down her legs, Willa sweeps two fingers up her inner thigh to capture a taste of their combined nectar. 

The pleasure of this moment, though a huge release, seems somehow depressed in intensity. Perhaps it was the anticipation they had built up over the many years of friendship that had made it somewhat of a let down; but it had not extinguished them. Quite the contrary, it had left them alive and their passionate expression far from over. 

With only their socks on, Willa and Richard collapse into the broad leather chair. And as their hands explore all the curves and nuances of their nakedness she asks, "What else might we enjoy birthday boy?"

Noting the wilting member with a slight smile, he makes the verbal note, "My sweet, I'm afraid at my age, any forethought of a pre-planned sequence of events leading to some further or ultimate pinnacle of pleasure at this point is pure fantasy itself on both our parts! As you can see a little limpness has occurred, most likely due to the years of neglect in not having the type of arousal just experienced."

"Is that so? Well, we'll see about that," she says with a sly smile. 

With his fingers continuing to explore the wet and swollen pussy lips she comfortably lets open by placing her leg up over the chair arm again, he whispers, "Darn! Darned if this thing of mine isn't starting to rally!"

"Is that so?" she smiles.

"Will you work on my cock to see if together we can get this thing rigid again?"

"My pleasure!"

Immediately, Willa forms her hand, wetted with her amply flowing juices, into a vaginal shape and works the foreskin up and back over the head. Within a few seconds, her deft ministrations work; and the shaft grows large again.

But the sight of Willa's lovely wet pussy is too compelling to be left to mere finger play and Richard slides down out of the chair. He helps Willa center in the chair and move her ass forward to the edge of the cushion. With legs spread so that each one rests over an arm of the chair, the moist cavern is fully available for his yearning tongue and mouth. A climax for her by his tongue now becomes his primary objective.

Kneeling on the floor before her, he begins by tracing his finger around the super sensitive lips which by their moisture and swelling are obviously excited by him and ready for more serious attention. Using his whole face as an object of pleasure and play, he burrows in; and with a curled and hardened tongue diving as deep as possible, he searches for the nubbin he knows will bring her another orgasm.

She put her hands on the back of his head. Her hips thrust into his face as his cock throbs and bobs up and down and both of their bodies are set to cum again; however, he is determined that his duty falls to his tongue now thrusting into the wide open cunt. Giving it his full attention, his face covered with her juices, she convulses into a hard orgasm. With a glistening nose and mouth, he moves up to a breast to smear her sweet juice over the nipple and the surrounding fleshy mound. 

His cock is now poised right over her pussy and she reaches down to help. His second cumming will be a little more difficult, but she indicates she has some ideas on how to achieve this.

His cock in her hand and looking directly into his eyes she says, "This is what I want you to do. I want you to tease my cunt with your cock. Can you do that?"

"Oh, yes, dear lady. I can do that." And he did.

Dip-sticking just the tip of his dick into her vagina just an inch or two several times, he asks quietly, "Do you want it? Do you want me in you Willa?" 

To which she answers huskily, "Yes, Richard. Yes, I want you in me."

He then, suddenly and without warning, drives it in causing Willa to arch her back and gasp. As he slowly withdraws, Willa uses the muscles of her vagina to massage the retreating member. Teasing, begging, thrusting and massaging, it isn't long before Richard cums. He experiences a sustained release that is strong and satisfying. He is spent; and Willa pulls him gently towards her so that he can come to rest on top of her. She likes the feeling of a man's weight on her. His head on her breast, she gently cradles him in her arms and strokes his head like she would a child's. He is wet with the sweat of his exertion and she breathes in deeply, finding his natural scent pleasing.

"Happy birthday-boy?" she asks.

* * *

"Rick! Rick! I'm going to town now to do the errands. Don't forget to let the dog off his chain after I've gone!"

Panicked, he calls back, "Okay dear. I've got it!"

But his panic is unnecessary. Sitting in his favorite white leather chair in the office just across the yard from his house, the empty of his usual 4 o'clock Coors in hand, he must have dozed off. 

"Don't worry, dear," he shouts back, "I won't forget the dog. See you when you get back. Bye-bye, hon."

And to himself with a sigh, "Bye-bye, Willa." 



Surprise Party



This is my first ever attempt at writing a story. It is based on a fantasy I've had for a long time. Please let me know what you think.

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I waited anxiously in the room, wearing nothing but my boxers, trying not to get too excited. I had no idea what Diana had planned, only that it was a big surprise and I was to wait in the room until she came to get me. A few times I thought I heard voices downstairs, but the tv was loud and I assumed she was just watching a show, enjoying making me wait.

I met Diana a few months earlier at work. She was about 5'2", around 100 pounds, and although she seemed very shy, I had the feeling there was something else lurking inside. It was obvious she had a killer body and she really knew how to show off her tight ass and large, firm tits, but she always dressed professionally in the office. It was the look of raw sexuality hidden underneath the professional exterior which drove me crazy. It took a while for me to get up the nerve to talk to her, but once I did, we hit it off immediately.

I never realized that I had a submissive side, but right from the start, I knew things would be different with her. Sex with Diana was better than I ever dreamed it would be. As time went on, she grew more and more aggressive; at first asking me to do things, then telling me what she wanted, then later demanding it. I found myself getting more and more turned on the more aggressive she got. After a few months, I was her plaything; ready and willing to do anything she wanted. 

I loved when she would grab me by the back of the head and grind her pussy in my face. The best was when she would sit on my face, facing my feet, and grind her juicy pussy all over me, then demand I lick her tight little asshole clean. I loved burying my face in her ass and sliding my tongue deep inside as she smothered me with her body.

Her blowjobs were incredible. The way she would tickle my ass while sucking my cock felt amazing, and eventually she progressed to using a full size, realistic looking dildo while blowing me. I never thought that would be something I'd enjoy, but when she did it, it drove me absolutely crazy, especially when she would tell me how great my ass looked getting reamed by that big cock. Sometimes, she would even make me suck it for her as she told me how much it looked like I enjoyed being a cocksucker.

All these images went through my mind that night as I waited for her to come get me. Finally, I heard the sound of high heels in the hallway. The door opened and I couldn't believe my eyes. Diana stood in the doorway wearing black thigh high boots, a leather g-string, and a leather bustier. She was wearing black gloves up to her elbows, and had her long blond hair pulled back tight in a ponytail. Dark eyeliner and red lipstick completed the look. My already wobbly knees grew weaker when she pulled a leather collar and leash from behind her back and put it on me. Without a word, she tugged on the chain and led me downstairs. I still had no idea what was going on; I only knew that I would do anything she wanted.

At the foot of the steps, Diana stopped and pulled a blindfold from the table and put it on me. I thought I heard hushed voices, but still wasn't sure where they were coming from. With another tug on the leash, Diana led me around the corner into the large living room. 

As we entered the room, I heard a few gasps and some giggles. I immediately knew the voices weren't from the tv, but instead from some unknown number of people staring at me. 

Diana turned to me and said, "As you may have guessed by now, we're having a little party tonight, and you're the guest of honor. You are to do what I say, when I say it, with no argument. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said immediately. We had never done any roleplaying like this and I had never called her Mistress before, but it just seemed natural at the time.

"There are a number of people here tonight. Some of them are friends of mine, whom you've never met. Others may very well be people you've met before. You may even work with some of them every day. They're all here for one reason, and one reason only. To help me use you in whatever way we see fit. Now, as this is my party, I will make the first command: Strip, Bitch!"

So many things were going through my head at this point I couldn't even begin to sort it all out. I was shamed, humiliated, and excited beyond belief. I did the only thing I could possibly do: I immediately pulled my boxers off and stood there, embarrassed as hell, but loving it. There was all sorts of laughing, and joking and voices I vaguely recognized, but couldn't quite figure out. I wanted desperately to cover myself with my hands, but I knew my Mistress wouldn't be happy and it was more important to please her, so I merely stood there wondering what would happen next; my face burning in shame.

I didn't need to wait long. Mistress Diana stood right next to me, and with her left hand grabbed my throbbing cock and immediately began stroking it. Her right hand was rubbing all over, caressing my ass. The fingers felt slippery, but I didn't know why. I was ready to explode at her first touch, but I knew that's not what she had in mind. My hips started thrusting involuntarily as Diana stroked harder and faster. I was just about to lose it when Diana whispered in my ear, "Don't even fucking THINK about cumming, Bitch, before I give permission."

As she jerked my cock to the laughter and catcalls of everyone in the room, she again warned me not to cum. I was just starting to control myself and come down a bit from the pleasure she was giving me, when I suddenly felt the lubed up finger of her right hand slide deep into my ass. I lost all control and shot my load all over the floor. There were cheers and applause from the audience, but Diana was not happy.

"God Damn It, Bitch! I told you not to cum!", she yelled at me as I hung my head in shame. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted to please her and how much it hurt to have her angry at me.

"Since you refuse to follow my directions, let's see if you can follow anyone else's. Who wants to see if they can get this Bitch to follow directions?"

There was a nervous silence in the room for a minute or two, then someone who sounded kind of like one of the secretaries at the office said, "Well, if no one else is going to step up, I will. My husband hasn't licked this pussy in ages. Come on over here, Bitch, and let's see what you can do."

With the laughter burning in my ears, Diana pushed me down on my hands and knees, then pulled on the leash and led me to the vaguely familiar voice. She purposely led me right through the load of cum I had shot on the floor, and there was even more laughter as I put my hand right in the puddle.

As I was led to the chair where the voice came from, I heard the sound of her skirt and panties being removed. I then felt Diana's hand pushing my face directly into the unknown cunt. As I ran my tongue over her already slick pussy, she let out a gasp and moan. It suddenly clicked, and I knew she was the secretary of one of the top managers in the office. She was an older woman and not at all attractive to me. In fact, I always found her extremely annoying and had told Diana this before. Knowing that this was probably exactly why she was invited somehow made it even more exciting to me. I licked with abandon and she came like a wild woman. My face was covered in her pussy juice. Once again the crowd applauded. I was so proud as Diana told me I did a good job. I even leaned in again and gave the now sopping wet pussy a quick kiss.

A different voice I didn't recognize then called out saying, "Anyone can lick pussy. I want this bitch's tongue up my ass."

Without waiting for Diana to lead me, I crawled over to the sound of the voice. She said, "Ok baby, let's see what you've got. I want to feel that tongue slide deep in Mama's ass."

With that, I buried my face into her ass. She was kneeling face down on the floor, and grinding her ass in my face. I had to fight to keep my tongue inside her, but I loved every minute of it. The crowd was cheering both of us on she furiously fingered her clit while I tongued her ass. She came harder than the first woman. I planted another kiss directly on her asshole and waited for my next command.

For I don't know how long after that I serviced every woman in the room at least once, sometimes more. There must have been at least 10 of them, some voices I recognized, others I didn't. It didn't matter, though, I serviced them all. I ate pussy, licked ass, sucked tits, whatever they wanted. I was in heaven. Finally, Diana asked if all the woman had had enough. There were various grunts of approval and I thought the night was over. I was still on my hands and knees from the last round of ass licking when Diana said, "Ok, is there anyone else who could use some attention?"

I was confused since she had already asked all the women, but then a deeper voice from the side of the room said, "I think it's my turn to try out this Bitch." 

I had no idea there was a man in the room. He must have purposely kept quiet so he wouldn't ruin Diana's surprise. My entire body must have flushed bright red because Diana said loudly so everyone could hear, "Don't look so surprised, Bitch, it's not like you haven't sucked a fake cock before or taken one in the ass. I can see you want it."

And she was right. I couldn't hide the fact that my cock was suddenly hard as a rock. I had always enjoyed her using the dildo on me, and I had secretly fantasized about what it would be like to suck a real cock, and now was my chance. And I was about to do it in front of a bunch of strangers as well as people I would be seeing at work on Monday.

I felt the unknown man walk up in front of me and heard him removing his clothes. He must have been huge as there were some gasps and more clapping as he whipped out his cock. Diana pulled back on the leash, lifting my head, and I could suddenly smell the scent emanating off of his hard dick. He rubbed it all over my face before I could get my mouth on it. I must have looked like a dirty little cocksucking whore as I desperately tried to reach it with my mouth. Finally, he slid it into my mouth and I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it. I choked and gagged a few times, but the feeling of that big dick in my mouth was incredible.

After a few minutes of this, Diana suddenly said, "And now for the main event!"

The man suddenly pulled out, rolled me onto my back, lifted my legs up and positioned the head of his cock right against my waiting asshole. Diana smeared some lube on the opening, then I felt him press against me. 

"Just put the tip in, stud, I want him to savor every sensation," Diana ordered.

I can't describe how it felt to have the head of that huge dick inside me. Then Diane told him to slowly slide all the way in. It hurt like hell and I had to make him wait for a minute or two before I could go on, but then he started fucking my ass whether I was ready or not. As he picked up the pace, I started moaning like a little slut. 

Diana hissed at me, "Look at you, you little fucking whore, taking that cock up your ass! Wait until everyone at work hears about you getting that tight little asshole reamed in front of all these people! And look how much you enjoy that big cock in your ass. I hope you like. I know I did!"

With that, I couldn't help myself. My hand went to my own, much smaller dick, and jerked it like a madman. In no time at all, I shot another load all over my chest. At the same time, the faceless man fucking the shit out of me pulled out of my ass and dumped his hot cum all over my face. The women went crazy with applause as I greedily licked up every ounce I could. I was now officially a cocksucking, cumeating whore. And I loved it.

Finally, the party started breaking up. I lay there exhausted as everyone started filing out, thanking Diana for a great party. There was a lot of "See you at the office, Bitch" comments from the ladies, but I have no idea how many of them actually worked with me. The unknown man then came up and whispered in my ear, "I'll be stopping by your office on Monday to discuss my raise, Bitch. Don't even think about saying No."

With that, everyone was gone and I was alone with Diana. She smiled at me and asked if I enjoyed the party.

"More than you can possibly imagine."

"Good", she said, "just wait 'til next week."



Surprise Party



The first time I suspected my wife of being unfaithful was after my son Matt's 13th birthday. I picked up the pictures from the drug store on my way home from work. Julie wasn't home yet so I sat and looked through the pictures.

What a great day that had been. Matt had been so surprised when we got home and found a surprise party with all of his friends waiting for him.

As I looked through the pictures I found a very good one of Matt and my friend Steve. It was a close-up of both of their faces. 

Steve has been my best friend all my life, my kids call him Uncle Steve, his kids call me Uncle John, we're that close.

As I looked at the picture of their two faces side by side I noticed things that I hadn't before.

They had the same color hair, black. They had the same eye color green; they had the same narrow nose. They had similar skin tone and facial features.

If I didn't know better I'd have sworn they were father and son.

A few pictures later was a picture of the kids at the party, but something in the background caught my eye.

In the back of the picture were Julie and Steve, they were in what I would consider a very intimate position, in fact it looked as if they were just about to kiss or had just kissed.

I carefully examined the other pictures for anything else that might show the two of them together, but couldn't find anything. I pulled those two pictures from the packet and put them in a desk drawer in my home office.

The fact that my son looked like Steve and that I had a picture of Steve and Julie in an intimate looking pose didn't prove anything, but I immediately began to think back to see if I could think of any other evidence that Julie might be cheating on me.

I didn't have much time to think though as a few minutes later Julie came through the front door, gave me a kiss, and headed upstairs to change.

That's what she did every day when she got home from work, and I'd never had any reason to be suspicious of it before then. With suspicion running through my head I headed up stairs to see if I could catch her at anything.

When I walked into the bedroom Julie was surprised to see me, but she didn't act like my presence was unwelcome.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" Julie asked as she changed out of her work clothes.

"Not too bad, I stopped and picked up the pictures from Matt's party, they turned out great. We sure took a lot of them though, five rolls for a birthday party?" I asked.

"After all the trouble we went through to make him think he wasn't getting a party only to throw him a surprise party like that I'm damn sure gonna make sure he has plenty of pictures to remember it by." Julie said.

"It was great to have all of his friends, family, and even Steve, Mary, and the kids over for the party." I said.

Was that a flinch when I mentioned Steve's name? It was a movement of some kind, but was it natural or was it a reaction to the name?

"Yeah, it was a great party." Julie said.

Other than the possible flinch I couldn't get anything out of her yet. I decided I'd keep an eye on her and Steve as much as possible to see if they were up to anything. I didn't go all hi-tech with tracking devices, recording devices, video cameras, and phone taps, at least not right away, I merely started keeping track of where Julie said she was going to be and then finding reasons to call to see if she was there or not.

A few weeks later the body of a missing little girl was found in a lake and by sheer luck her family had done DNA profiles on her so that if something happened she could be identified.

Julie gave me a perfect opportunity to find out what I was wondering.

"John, I think we should have those DNA profiles done on the kids, if something ever happened and a body or part of a body was found I'd want to know if it was our child or not wouldn't you?" Julie asked.

"You're absolutely right, that girl's teeth were missing and the body was pretty decayed so normal methods wouldn't work, I think having the kids' DNA on file would be a wise thing to do." I said.

I said that I would take our four kids Matt, Ashley, Hannah, and Sara in to have the tests done to put them on file with the county.

When I was alone in the office with the family doctor I made a request.

"So John, what's up?" Dr. Smith asked.

"I'd like copies of the tests. It's not that I don't trust the county to have the information if something should happen and it is needed, I'd just feel better if I have copies of them at home in my safe too." I said.

"Sure John, no problem, lots of parents have made the same request." Dr. Smith said.

Two weeks later I was out of town for a week on business. With the DNA tests in hand I went to a doctor's office to have myself tested.

"Dr., a woman that I was living with for 8 years claims that I am the father of her 4 children; now she's coming after me for child support. I have reason to believe I might not be the father of one or more of them. I got her to give me DNA profiles of the kids; I want you to tell me how many of them I'll be financially responsible for." I said.

"Of course, it's an unfortunate situation when someone tells you that a child is yours when it isn't. I've seen several marriages destroyed by this. You say that you aren't married to this woman?" The doctor asks.

"No ma'am, we broke up 3 years ago, I'm married to another woman and this whole child support thing is really pissing me off." I said.

Before I returned home I had an envelope in hand with the results in it. I hadn't read them yet, the closer I got to knowing, the more I wasn't sure that I wanted to know.

When I got home Friday night there was a note from Julie on the table that said she and the kids had gone to her mother's for the weekend.

With the whole weekend to figure out what to do if things were as bad as I feared I decided to open the envelope, but only after I'd calmed my nerves with a tall Scotch.

I immediately poured another one and drank it quickly when I saw the results.

None of my four children were actually mine, but it was quite clear that they had the same father.

After getting good and drunk I passed out. At about 4:00 in the morning I woke up and started thinking about what I was going to do.

I suspected that Steve was the man that had fathered my children, but I had to be sure. It was at that point that I decided to go hi-tech. There's a shop specializing in surveillance equipment not far from the house so Saturday morning I went over there and bought the whole package.

I put tiny motion activated cameras covering every room in the house, sound activated recording devices, I got tracking devices to put on Julie's car and Steve's truck so I'd know where they both were at all times. I set it all up to dump the information to a computer in the basement that I could access with my laptop from anywhere.

I got the tracking device onto Steve's truck Saturday afternoon when he dropped by and took me out to eat since I'd called and told him that Julie was out of town for the weekend. At least I could be sure that he wasn't with her during the weekend.

I spent most of the morning Sunday looking through Julie's stuff for anything that would give it away. To my knowledge she didn't keep a journal or diary, and her computer came up as clean. There was some sexy lingerie that I hadn't seen before in the back of her closet, which was just another piece of potential evidence.

When Julie and the kids got home Sunday night I welcomed them all home with big hugs. That night in bed Julie knocked me for a loop.

"John, don't get too excited yet, but I think I'm pregnant." Julie said.

"Pregnant?" I asked.

"I think so. I think I'm going to go to the doctor tomorrow to see what he says, but I've got that feeling." Julie said.

It was at that moment that I decided I'd be going to a doctor too, for a fertility test.

Julie and I had tried and tried before she got pregnant with Matt. I was using vacation days from work to be able to service her as many times as possible. It was like that with all of the kids.

I know it isn't easy to get pregnant, but we'd gone through all that for the first 4 and now she gets pregnant without even trying? It seemed suspicious to me.

On Monday I drove to a nearby town and went to a clinic where nobody would recognize me. I gave them my sample, and waited.

I had an above average sperm count

That was just another thing to add to the pile. I had a high sperm count, my wife and I had tried and tried to get pregnant and still it was Steve that got her pregnant. I hurried back to work and accessed the information that had been collected to that point.

The tracking devices showed that Steve had gone to work and then driven to a hotel on the East side of town. Julie's car had been to the doctor's office and then went to the same hotel.

I'd seen enough for right then so I went back to work.

That night Julie was so happy about being pregnant, about how we were being blessed with another baby. It was all I could do to stop myself from pulling out all of the information I had and confronting her with it.

Over the next few weeks I collected more information and determined that they kept a pretty good routine. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday they met for a long lunch at the hotel, they always had the same room. I took photos of them entering and leaving the room, there was no need to see what was going on inside. That was because on Tuesday and Thursday they met at our house and had sex in our guest bedroom.

The more I saw the harder it was for me to keep from going off.

Finally after monitoring them for two months I recorded a phone conversation that put me over the edge.

"Hey, is this a good time to talk?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, John's playing golf and the kids are off with their friends." Julie said.

"I've been worried about John lately. He's been acting funny. Do you think he might know?" Steve asked.

"He hasn't figured it out in 16 years, how would he figure it out now?" Julie asked.

"What about Matt, he looks more and more like me every day." Steve said.

"So what? John thinks I'm the perfect wife, he'd never suspect that I'd cheat on him, and he'd never believe that I've been taking steps to ensure that I only have your kids and not his for 15 years." Julie said.

"I'm still not sure I approve of that." Steve said.

"You take that back now or you'll never get to touch me again." Julie said.

"Okay, I take it back. I can't wait until Monday." Steve said.

"Oh baby, I can't Monday, I have a lunch meeting, it's a really big deal, so we'll just have to take an extra long lunch on Tuesday." Julie said.

"Okay, what time should I come over?" Steve asked.

"Around 11:00." Julie said.

"See you then." Steve said.

I listened to that conversation on Sunday. On Monday, I took enough information with me to start filing for divorce based on marital infidelity and went to see a lawyer.

"Okay John, what reason do you want to use for the divorce?" Dave asked.

"Marital infidelity." I said.

"Are you sure, it's really hard to prove in this state." Dave said.

"Well, maybe you can tell me if this is enough to prove it. Pictures of my wife and her lover in the act, I have video as well, several of them actually. Phone conversations talking about their affair including one in which my wife confesses to intentionally taking steps so that she could have her lover's children instead of mine. And last but not least, DNA tests that show that none of the 4 children that I have been raising are mine. Is that enough?" I asked.

"Yes, that should be more than sufficient. I'll have your wife served with divorce papers immediately." Dave said.

"Could I pick the time and place that she's served with the papers?" I asked.

"I suppose, what do you have in mind?" Dave asked.

"Tomorrow at 11:00 she is supposed to be meeting her lover at our house. Could we have her served at say 11:30 or 11:45 at the house?" I asked.

"Serving her while in the midst of committing adultery would provide a witness that could swear to it, yes, that's an acceptable idea." Dave said.

"Would it be illegal for me to invite my wife's parents and sisters, a few of her friends, the wife of her lover, and maybe their bosses to be present?" I asked.

"I see, seeking a little revenge. Well, as long as you tell them that it's a surprise baby shower for the new baby and they don't know ahead of time what they're going to see it should be okay." Dave said.

"Excellent." I said.

After leaving the lawyer's office I made several phone calls and invited everyone but Mary to a surprise baby shower for Julie. Mary would of course have told Steve and then he would have known something was up and wouldn't have gone. 

Tuesday at 10:45 a.m.; I called Mary and asked her to meet me at our house for a little talk.

I had everyone wait quietly in the yard until everybody was gathered for the party. I told them that Julie was inside sleeping so we would sneak in and surprise her.

Dave was there with the divorce papers ready. We crept into the house quietly and made our way to the guest bedroom.

I threw open the door and we all yelled 'Surprise!', and there were a lot of surprised people both in the room and in the hallway. Mary immediately began screaming at Steve; Julie's family began screaming at her. Julie began screaming at me. Steve tried to gather up his clothes and rush out of the house, but his boss blocked the door and fired him.

Amidst all of the chaos Dave calmly walked up to Julie who was cowering on the bed under a sheet crying uncontrollably.

"Julie Davis, you are hereby served with these divorce papers filed by your husband John Davis. He is seeking divorce on the grounds of marital infidelity. Mr. Davis does not seek any form of custody of the 4 children already born or the child in your womb as DNA tests have shown that Mr. Davis is not the biological father of any of the children, and a recorded phone conversation between yourself and one Steve Wilson states that you have been intentionally preventing Mr. Davis from getting you pregnant so that you could have your lover's children. Mr. Davis is seeking 90% of all share assets. A court date will be set to hear this case should you not accept the terms of these papers. Good day." Dave said.

Dave had given his speech in a loud emotionless voice, almost robotic. He hands the papers to Julie and walks out.

Both Julie and Steve lost their jobs, Steve was divorced by Mary, Julie's family, who had always liked me, disowned her.

I didn't get 90% in the final divorce, I had to settle for 75%, but in a separate suit I was awarded damages from Steve for child support.

I had loved Julie with all my heart, and if I had taken things quickly and confronted her from the first moment of suspicion it would have no doubt broken my heart. By knowing the full depth of her infidelity and betrayal it made things easier for me to cut her out of my life.

I still see her around town from time to time and every time she tries to apologize to me, but I don't want to hear it. She cheated on me for years, she deliberately kept me from being able to give her a baby so she could have Steve's baby and then led me to believe that I was the father. If not for the fact that I had loved her so deeply I would welcome seeing her dead, but no matter how much she hurt me, I will always have the memories of the good times.

The kids were pretty messed up by finding out that Uncle Steve was really their father and that their "cousins" were really their half siblings. They all spent a lot of time in counseling about it, and I feel really bad to have done that to them, but it was another measure of revenge against Julie. She wanted Steve's children instead of mine so now she must live with them hating her for what she did. They still call me dad when I see them.



Surprise Party?



It was getting late and the party was winding down. Seemed a lot of the people who had attended had coupled up and taken off. I had tried hooking up with a couple of women but my luck wasn’t good. I was finishing up a drink when Jill approached me.

"No luck tonight I guess?”

"Nope wasn’t trying to hard really. Not all bad though had a good time.”

"Tell you what. Help Sabrina and I clean this mess up and we will give you a ride home. I know John left you and there is no need to pay cab fare.”

"Ok sure that’s sounds good.” We started cleaning up and straightening things out. As we were cleaning I got to thinking about Sabrina and Jill. Jill is 43, 6’1”, about 180 lbs, brunette, 40d tits, and a big ass to match. Sabrina is about 5’11”, 160, 36c tits, mid 30’s, blond, and has a nice round ass. They are both fairly cute but not knockouts by any means. Jill had played basketball in college but I didn’t know much about Sabrinas’ past. All in all it wasn’t bad helping them out. It took us about an hour before we had it all done.

"Thanks for helping Justin. Its so much easier to do this right away rather than wait till the morning.” Said Jill.

"How about a nightcap before we take you home Justin?” asked Sabrina.

"Sounds good.” Sabrina went to the kitchen while Jill and I chatted. She brought 3 drinks back and handed them out and joined in the conversation.

"To us.” Said Jill as we all raised our glasses in a toast. We continued talking and before long my drink was dry and I was feeling very light headed. I closed my eyes for a second and before I knew what was going on I could hear and see but my body didn’t want to move. I mumbled something about not feeling so well.

Jill got a smile on her face and Sabrina spoke, "Looks like we have Justin right where we want him.” Jill stood up and took Sabrina by the hand and they left the room. I lost track of time but when they came back in the room I was in awe. Jill was wearing a black outfit. Bra, thong panties, stockings, garter, and heels completed her outfit. Sabrina was wearing a black lace top, black thigh high stockings, black heels, a garter, and a short mini skirt.

Sabrina came up behind me and whispered in my ear as Jill approached me from the front. "You are in for it tonight Justin. This has been planned for weeks now.” I couldn’t really do anything. Jill picked up the phone and dialed. 

"Hey its me hun, "she paused, "Yes its time to start come over.” She hung up the phone and had a smile on her face. Sabrina came around in front of me and faced Jill. They looked at me then at each other and started kissing. Their tounges were exploring each others mouths as their hands rubbed each others cheeks. The doorbell rang breaking their kiss. Jill went to the door and opened it. In walked another woman who was at the party earlier.

"Thanks for coming over Sheila. The camera is in the closet all ready to go.” Sheila opened the closet and got the video camera out. Jill and Sabrina backed away from me and Sheila started filming. 

Jill came over to me and held my head up by my chin. "So Justin you think you can just waltz in here and get laid anytime you want? Well I got news for you. Its not your turn for that tonight. We are going to do things to you that you have never imagined possible.” Sabrina came over now. "Oh Sabrina look what we have.” 

"Shall we begin?” said Sabrina.

"Oh yes lets do.” Replied Jill.

With that said Sabrina began to unbutton my shirt exposing my hairy chest. With a little help from Jill they removed my shirt. The both loosened my belt and pulled my pants and underwear off. My cock was half erect at this point. Once I was naked they sat back a moment. There I was naked in a room with 3 women. I could feel myself going and I passed out.

When I woke I was tied to Jills’ bed spread eagle. Sitting beside the bed in 2 chairs was Sabrina and Jill. "About time you woke up.” Said Jill.

"What the fuck is this all about?” I asked.

"Don’t use that tone with us Justin.” You are ours and we are going to use you as we see fit.”

"Fucking untie me now.” I said as I looked down and saw they had shaved my chest and crotch. I was hairless and looked like a little boy.

Sabrina stood up and walked to my head. She looked down at me then slapped my face hard. "Don’t you utter another word till we say so.” Sabrina backed away and Jill leaned over to me.

"Justin you are going to experience things most men only dream about. Open your mind and it will be better for you. Or we can open it for you and you will not like it.” Said Jill. Sheila was at the foot of the bed now filming away. Sabrina grabbed my cock and stroked it as Jill pinched and rubbed my nipples.

“OWW!” I blurted out.

"Seems someone can’t keep his mouth shut. Can’t have that now can we?” Said Jill. She stood up and removed her thong. She crawled over my head and straddled my face. I was staring directly at her big ass now. As she lowered her ass to my mouth she said, "This should keep his mouth occupied for a while. Eat my ass NOW!” She lowered her ass to my face and I had to open my mouth to breath. While she started rubbing her asshole on my mouth she said, "Get that fucking tounge going NOW!” She reached down and squeezed my balls and I began to lick her puckered little asshole.

Sabrina on my thighs. She took my cock in her hands and began stroking it again. 

"Think Justin can cum fast for me Jill?”

"Oh I think so Sabrina.” Jill leaned forward and whispered something to Sabrina. Sabrina jerked my cock hard and fast as I continued to work on Jills’ ass. It didn’t ake long and I knew I was going to cum. Sabrina unknown to me had a wine glass in one hand now. "Cum for Jill now Justin. Come on baby you know you want to. CUM MOTHER FUCKER!” It was a combination of her voice and Sabrinas’ hand but I started cumming. Sabrina held the glass near my cock head and I came into the glass. She milked my cock and got every last drop out wiping the last drops on the rim of the glass. I thought it might be alright from here on out. She set the glass down on the nightstand. 

"I think its time to show Justin his surprise Sabrina.” Said Jill. She lifted her ass from my face and switched places with Sabrina. Sabrina sat down on my chest. 

"Go on Sabrina show him the surprise.” Jilled said. Sabrina looked me in the eyes as she lifted her skirt. I glanced down and about died. Sabrina had a cock it was hard and bigger than mine. It was pointing straight at me.

"What the fuck!” I said.

"Wrong question Justin!” said Jill as she grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard.

"OWWWWWWWW!”

"You are going to suck Sabrinas’ beautiful cock and you are going to do it now.” Sabrina grabbed my head with one hand and her cock with the other and put her cock on my lips. Jill squeezed my balls again and I opened my mouth to yell and Sabrina shoved her cock in my mouth. I did my best not to gag as she started pumping her cock in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t do anything but but suck her cock as Jill released my balls. I actually didn’t think it was that bad of a deal. She was fucking my mouth with a fury now as Jill pulled Sabrinas top off. She undid her bra and her tits came out. Then she started rubbing her tits and massagin her nipples as she sat down on my cock. She didn’t take it inside her though instead rubbing her pussy lips the length of it. Both of them were really enjoying this as I hate to admit I was as well.

"That’s it Justin suck my cock you little naughty cock sucker.” Sabrina laughed as she fucked my mouth. "Little cock sucker is going to make me cum Jill. He is a natural.” Sabrina reached over and got the glass of my cum. She picked up her pace a little and I could taste the precum from her cock. She tipped the glass and my cum ran into her mouth. She started to shake and then the first blast hit the back of my throat. She pulled her cock out of my mouth and Jill grabbed her cock and jerked it as Sabrina came all over my face and lips. 

"Do it now Sabrina.” Said Jill. Sabrinas’ face was right above mine and she opened her mouth and my cum came out of her mouth landing on my lips and face.

"Clean that all up now and be a good boy!” said Sabrina as she came down from her sexual high. I licked and swallowed all I could then was surprised as Jill and Sabrina both came up and started licking up the cum and spitting it into my mouth. When they were satisfied that my face was clean enough they both got up. Sheila had filmed the entire encounter.

"Hope you enjoyed that Justin. This is just the beginning hun.” Said Jill.

"Yes Justin you are a fine little cock sucker. You are ours now. We have lots of plans for you.” Sabrina added.

They all 3 left the room and I was thinking about what just occurred. Sabrina had kept this secret from me for a long time and I had no idea her and Jill were so close. I closed my eyes for a moment and fell asleep.



Surprise Party



I'm 26, and live with two liberated, party girls. They're in University, so they're constantly partying and having a good time. I work late night shifts and don't get bothered usually by their nights of heavy drinking and partying.

However, a few nights ago, I get home from work around 2am. Walking up to my front door I can hear the thud of very loud music. I roll my eyes and realize that my housemates aren't done partying yet. I unlock the front door, and notice my bedroom door is wide open with the lights on. I suspiciously walk into my bedroom, and completely take back of what I see. There, a pale skin girl lying on her back on top of my bed, roughly the age of 19, with her legs spread wide with her eyes closed, fucking herself with a huge long blue dildo, moaning away. And I see this through the bodies of three guys standing at the end of the bed, wearing nothing but T-shirts, wanking their thick cocks while enjoying the view of this young girl fucking herself for their entertainment.

I am lost at what I should do. I watch for a few seconds more before I decide to leave, and find my housemates, and see what the hell is going on.

I walk down the hall way, and as I enter the living room, I notice one of my female housemates, on all fours facing away from me, naked on the floor. A man on his knees in front of her, also naked, with my housemates head bopping up and down where this guys cock would be. Not only that, but I see another naked guy, also on his knees, directly behind my housemates ass, thrusting his pelvis furiously, slapping against her ass cheeks. I realize this is my housemate because of the body shape - voluptuous, with great curves. And her fiery red hair bopping in motion with her head, as the guy getting his cock sucked by her has a bunch of that red hair scrunched up in his right hand. 

They notice me - except my housemate - but assume that I'm a member of the party, and enjoying the view. I can only imagine that everyone in my house has taken a lot of Ecstasy. 

My second housemate is nowhere to be seen. I have no idea where to go from here. It would be awkward if I joined in and started fucking my housemate. So I turned, and headed back to my bedroom. Upon arrival, I saw the girl still lying on the bed, with her right hand holding the big blue dildo far up inside her. She wasn't sliding it in and out of her, as she just had hold of the end, and kept the length inside her. The three men where all crowded around her jerking they're cocks furiously. I started to hear groans from them all, as I saw hot sticky cum shoot out of their cocks, and covering the girl. Even some ended up on my bed. I wanted to say something, but realized I was out numbered. 

I was in limbo. Not sure quite what to do, but having a huge throbbing boner from what I was seeing in my house. I left the cum on my bed along with the covered young girl, and her three fans, and headed back to the living room, as I got a little excited to watch my housemate take on two cocks at one. Hopefully she is so out of her mind, that she won't remember me watching. 

I entered the living room again, and this time, the guy getting his cock sucked gave me a nod, as if to say, 'welcome back'. It wasn't long after that he started groaning and leaning his head back and state, "I'm gonna cum". As he groaned even louder, and started to cum, his grip on the back of my housemates hair tightened, and wouldn't let her move her mouth off his throbbing cock. he made her take the whole load, and though it seemed like she swallowed a lot, a few dribbles still ended up on the floor. 

The guy fucking her from behind was really giving it to her, not slowing down, and really pounding her ass. 

The guy who blew his load in my housemates mouth gestured for me to come over and have a turn. I was incredibly horny at this point, and ready to blow a load. My cock was throbbing, and needed to be drained. I thought that my housemate would definitely not suck my cock, as she has been mean to me from time to time, and living with her, she'd probably find that weird. I walked in front of her, and saw how out of it she really was. her whole body and head jerking back and forward as the guy behind her was really giving it to her. I decided to pull down my trousers. My cock was throbbing with anticipation, and bulging like it hasn't for a very long time. 

The vainy shaft as hard as rock, and my throbbing purple knob dripping pre-cum. I could feel that my load was ready to go. I called my housemates name, as she slowly looked up from her helpless position as she was being fucked furiously. As I saw her whole face, looking up at me, I only needed to stroke my cock three times, before a huge thick white load shot out of my cock, and landed diagonally across her face - covering from the left side of her chin, all the way past the right side of her hair line. I then continue to wank to get as much of my load out onto her face as possible, where gobs of my cum would fall and splay on her forehead, nose, and even a glob landing above her left eye. 

I was drained. Any nastiness she shot my way over the past 6 months was paid back in full. So what if I didn't do the dishes, I came on your face! 

Then I head a loud moan from the guy thrusting furiously into her rear. A few long thrusts, and the guy blew his load in my housemate. He slid his cock out of her, and wiped his sticky wet cock with a dish towel that was lying beside him. My housemate collapsed to the floor. 

After this, I enjoyed some alcoholic beverages that the guys in my house welcomed me to. After an hour or so, they parted ways, and said goodbye. I quickly changed my sheets as I noticed the young girl on my bed must have left the house at some point without my knowledge. And I slept the rest of the morning. It wasn't until 5pm that night I saw my housemate. She seemed unaware of what I had witnessed AND done. She was extremely hungover, and apologized if I walked into a mess. I said that it was fine, without giving away any knowledge that I knew it was more than a simple party. My other housemate came home, and stated she was away for the weekend and sorry she missed out on the party. I wonder if she knew what kind of party she missed out on.



Surprise Party Pt. 01



Chapter 1

"I was thinking of making it a surprise party, but I'm no good at keeping secrets from you," Sandy told his wife Marla.

She kissed his cheek. "You're right about that," she laughed. "But I'm glad you told me anyway, I might have planned something else that night since it's actually two days after my birthday."

"Well, I figured Saturday night was better for a party and I didn't think you'd mind waiting a couple of days. We'll do something special, just the two of us on your real birthday," he growled.

"Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?" 

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. "It's going to be lots of fun," he promised. Nibbling her earlobe he whispered, "and very naughty."

"And what makes you think that's what I want to do on my birthday?" she replied, pulling away, but with a sexy smile on her lips.

"That's the special part," he answered. "You're going to Be the birthday present and I get to do whatever I want with you."

"BE the present? What kind of deal is that? I'm supposed to Get a present!"

He pushed her up against the wall, grabbed a tit with one hand and her crotch with the other and brought his face right up to hers. "Oh, you're going to Get it, alright. And for a slut like you, that Will be a present."

"Slu..." she started to protest, but he cut her off by pressing his lips hard against hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. 

She fought against him, but only a second or two before the feeling of eroticism from his rough handling washed over her and she melted under his pressure. He quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and yanked her bra down from her full breasts, bending to take a fleshy globe in his mouth. His tongue and teeth worked at the sensitive nipple while his hand continued to massage her womanhood through her jeans.

He straightened and brought his lips just up against hers, speaking a question directly into her mouth. "Slut?" His hands pulled back, just barely touching tit and crotch, like birds ready to fly away.

"Slut," she admitted and his hands crushed her sex parts again as he gave her another deep, searching kiss.

He released her, took a step back and stared straight into her eyes. His hands undid his zipper and worked his stiffening cock free from his underpants so it poked out like a flagpole from his fly. "Slut?" he asked again.

Marla kept her eyes locked on his, but slowly dropped to her knees and took his meat in her hands. "Slut," she growled and lowered her head to suck him in. He'd started her off so rough and she was losing herself in that feeling, taking in as much of him as she could right off the bat, feeling him grow the last inch or two into the back of her throat, almost gagging her. Then she started working her head up and down, impaling her pretty face on his angry tool. 

She could feel his excitement and knew it wouldn't take long at all before he was shooting his load into her mouth and she couldn't wait. But suddenly he was pulling her head away from his cock, pulling her gently up to her feet. She shook her head, dazed, not wanting to stop sucking him, but maybe he was going to fuck her now? That would be great too. 

Instead he kissed her gently, then forced his swollen member back under the cover of his Levi's. "I forgot to tell you," he said with a wicked smile. "You don't get any sex until your birthday. At least not enough to have an orgasm and you're not allowed to jack off for release either. Now I have to go plan your party." And with that he gave her a small kiss on the lips and walked away.

Marla's jaw dropped as she tried to deal with the suddenly frustrated quivers running through her body. Her cunny was dripping, ready for the pounding she thought she was going to get and instead she had to wait four more days? The bastard! The sexy bastard.

Sandy's own thoughts were also running a mile a minute as he continued out the front door to his car. He really had been close to blowing his load, but it wasn't just because of his hot wife's sucking, he'd also been thinking about the party he was planning. Not the Saturday night dinner with friends and neighbors, but the Thursday night party. He'd told a fib when he said he couldn't keep anything from her. Thursday Was going to be special as he'd told her, because he was planning his wife's rape. Of course, Sandy was very sure it wouldn't be rape very long, he was sure his sultry wife really would show her slut side and become a willing participant to her own ravishing.

Chapter 2

The next four days were delicious Hell for Marla. Sandy kept doing things, little and big to build up her excitement, but he never let her finish. He'd spend a slow gentle half hour on cunnilingus, drinking from her soaking flower, but only teasing her love button. He laid down in the bath and made her crouch over him and pee on his cock while he stroked it. He was never in a room with her when he wasn't kissing, stroking, kneading, licking or somehow touching her. And each day he got a bit bossier, a bit more in control and she was surprised at how much she enjoyed it. By Wednesday night she was a wreck, but waiting anxiously for the next thing.

He lay back in their bed, propped up to watch a video while sipping a glass of wine. The video was of the two of them, one he'd made by setting a camera on a tripod by their bed a few years before. Sandy made Marla undress and get on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed facing the TV screen while her ass pointed back at her husband. She was just to watch the video and slowly "dance her ass around" for him. The action on the screen was centered on Marla's asshole and she was embarrassed to see her screen self so lost in the anal action. She was also incredibly excited by it. The movie started off with her in the same position she was in now, shaking her ass as she was now, the only difference being that Sandy's face was in that ass, licking and kissing. Her soft cheeks went from side to side, up and down, rubbing her rosebud all over his face, including over his probing lips and tongue.

Marla snuck a look back between her legs and saw Sandy had a wine glass in one hand and his swollen cock in the other, slowly squeezing up and down. He saw her looking, smiled and nodded back up at the screen. She returned her gaze to the TV.

The slut on the screen was narrowing the circles her ass was making; zeroing her dirty hole more and more on the man's thrusting tongue. Soon she was just pushing straight back, encouraging him to stick that tongue deep up her backside. Her hand appeared between her legs, rubbing her clit with more and more energy as he made love to her ass with his mouth. Soon she was shaking in orgasm and the video Sandy held his tongue deep inside the woman's butthole.

"Remember that?" Sandy asked.

"Oh yeah," Marla admitted, again shy and horny at the same time.

"Oh, and this, I remember this too," growled Sandy, drawing his wife's attention back to the screen.

The video Sandy was getting to his feet, crouching over Marla's backside so the camera could see both of their asses. Hers was shiny with spit and gaping open a bit. Sandy took his hard cock and started pressing the swollen head against her sensitive hole. Video Marla and real Marla both moaned, then video Marla grunted as the big cock was shoved through her backdoor. 

Real Marla's hand sneaked back between her legs and started rubbing as video Marla was still doing. "Oh, no you don't", said Sandy, his foot reaching to push her hand away from her suffering clit. "Put your hands on your ass and pull your cheeks apart, let me see that nasty, lovely asshole open up."

Marla did as she was told, her face and chest dropping to the mattress as she reached around behind herself and opened her most private area to her master's admiring gaze. 

"Put a finger inside," he insisted. "Get your fingers wet in your pussy, then stick them in your ass." She reached between her legs again and slowly slid a finger, then a second into her dripping pussy. She took the opportunity to press her palm against her sensitive clit, shaking with the pleasure, thinking maybe she could sneak in an orgasm quickly, she was so hot.

But Sandy was on to her. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he purred. "But no cumming for you yet. Let's see those fingers in your other fuck hole."

Reluctantly she pulled out of her front hole, but excitedly started rubbing her slick finger tip in circles on her rosebud. Then she was pressing through and finger fucking her ass, her index finger buried all the way inside, then stroking in and out like a small penis while on the TV screen a big penis rammed into the wonderfully abused ass.

"Another finger. Now."

Marla's middle finger pushed in alongside the index and soon she was reaming herself deeply with both. On the screen the man's breath was becoming ragged and behind her Sandy was copying him as both men prepared to cum. Video Sandy grabbed his wife's hips and buried his cock to the balls in her ass, his own ass shaking and thrusting wildly as he shot his seed deep into her bowels. Real Sandy stroked his rigid pole harder and faster and soon his seed was flying up in the air, splattering his cheek, then down across his chest and belly, the last gobs flowing over his clenched fingers. 

As Sandy's gasping slowed and calmed, Marla slid her fingers from her ass and collapsed on her side, facing her husband, fighting to keep her hand from crawling into her bush and bringing herself the relief she so desperately craved.

Sandy smiled at her and said, "You did so good, baby. You deserve a reward." He beckoned her with his cock-stroking hand. As she crawled forward he held the cum-covered hand in her face. "Suck," he commanded. This was her reward; not an orgasm of her own, but tasting the remnants of his.

She licked his hand clean with pleasure, luxuriating in the salty taste of his seed. After finishing with her tongue bath of his hand she moved a little farther ahead and sucked the sperm from his still half-hard cock and licked it out of his pubic bush. She followed the trail of ejaculate along his body, licking up every drop she could find, sucking hard at his navel and his nipples on the way up. The last glob was on his cheek and she sensuously licked his face with the flat of her tongue, picking up all the white cream. Before she could swallow her last bit of treasure, though, he turned his face towards her and gave her a deep kiss, stealing the cum from her tongue with his, then giving it back.

Her body was absolutely humming with passion, but he just cradled her head against his chest, cuddling as if they'd both just had tremendous orgasms – not just him. 

"I think you're really going to enjoy tomorrow," he said, his voice trailing off. "Slut?"

"Slut," she confirmed, then he drifted off to the sleep of the satisfied, while she lay awake another hour, willing it to be her birthday so she could get/be a present.

Chapter 3

The constant tension of the last days had exhausted Marla and though she had trouble falling asleep, she was also having trouble waking up.

"Okay, sleepy head," Sandy laughed. "I let you sleep in as long as I could since it's your birthday, but you have to get up for work now."

"Uumm, can't I skip work today?" she pleaded.

"No, but I do have some good news on that front. I convinced your boss Terry to let you off work early today and you do get tomorrow off, so you have a 3-day weekend. How's that?"

"You did that?" she asked, coming awake.

"You bet, it's part of your present – and you're welcome." He bent down and kissed her lightly. "Now, up out of that bed."

Marla saw she really didn't have much time left to get ready, while Sandy was already dressed and ready to go. She skipped into the shower for a quick rinse. When she came back to the bedroom to dress Sandy was seated in a dressing chair and Marla saw he'd made the bed. He'd also laid out some clothes for her. The outfit he'd picked was a good choice and she gave him a warm smile for being so thoughtful. Then she looked more closely at the under things he'd selected. Or should she say, lingerie? Turning to look at him she held up the crotchless panties and peekaboo bra. 

"That's what I want my present wrapped in," he stated simply. "You do remember the rules for the day, don't you?" "Or do you want to forget the whole thing?"

Marla wasn't sure what 'the whole thing' was, but she wasn't going to miss out after all this torture. She nodded demurely and put on the raunchy underwear, which was accompanied by fishnet stockings. Suddenly the conservative skirt he'd chosen for her felt skimpy, though it almost went to her knees. The uncovered cunny made her feel totally exposed. And the blouse he'd selected wasn't sheer, so you couldn't really see her nipples, but it was a heavy silk that rubbed them tantalizingly and she suspected her nubs would be very obvious as they swelled and stuck out like pebbles under the shirt.

She put the outfit on and did a slow pirouette at his command.

"Very nice," he purred. "I am a lucky son of a bitch. Turn around." When she hesitated just a moment his smile was quickly replaced with a stern look. She turned without having to be told again.

"Lift your skirt – slowly." She crept it up to her waist, exposing her fine ass.

"Bend over – slowly." She bent forward at the waist, her neatly trimmed bush framed in the opening of the sexy panties.

She started as she suddenly felt his lips on her ass. Gently he smothered the smooth skin of her butt cheeks with butterfly kisses. Then his lips centered on the lips of her pussy. Next came his tongue, gently stroking, massaging, wetting and finally parting the petals of her flower. Speaking directly into her love hole he purred, "Remember this, think about this all day. If I stop by to see you at work, you will immediately find a way to let me do this some more. Do you understand?" His tongue pressed back into her love canal for emphasis.

"Yesss," she groaned.

He gave her ass a final kiss, then stood and took her in his arms. "Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, looking deep into her eyes.

She looked back and saw the truth in his eyes. "Yes," she said huskily.

"And do you know how hot you make me?" His eyes twinkled merrily.

"How hot?" she dared.

"Hot enough to eat you out in front of your whole office if you're not ready with some place more private when I show up. Is that hot enough for you?"

"That's hot," she moaned.

"And between this love and this heat do you trust me enough to let me do whatever I want with you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, do whatever you want with me."

He kissed her. "Happy Birthday. My present." Then he left.

Chapter 4

Marla pulled into the parking lot of her office building about 40 minutes later and was surprised to see Sandy standing beside his car in an empty corner of the lot. She drove over and parked alongside him as he climbed back into his car. "Already!?" she thought to herself. All the way over she'd been wondering if he had been serious about coming to visit her and especially if he really meant for her to be ready for him to eat her pussy and here he was already waiting for her.

She got out of her car and climbed into his passenger seat. "I thought I'd make the first time easy," he smiled. "Plus I couldn't wait any longer to taste you again."

She thought he would say something else, but he just sat there looking at her. Obviously she'd been given her commands earlier and he shouldn't have to repeat himself. She took a quick, worried look around their parking spot, but didn't see anybody near them yet. She also knew Sandy wouldn't have cared if someone was staring through the window at them and now she wasn't sure if she would either.

She reached down and – slowly, she remembered – pulled her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. Her thighs wrapped in fishnet, held up by a garter belt, and the hair of her cunny bursting through the slit in her panties made for a breathtaking image and Sandy drank it in. Then Marla spread those hot thighs as far apart as she could in the small space and Sandy bent down to put his head in her lap. Reverently he kissed her lower belly and upper thighs, skimming over her mound. Eventually he centered in on her sex, pressing his horizontal lips against her vertical ones and working them apart with his seeking tongue. Not even caring anymore who might be outside the car Marla put her right foot up on the dashboard, giving her horny husband even better access to her juicy treasure box. 

She figured she was in for another pleasurably agonizing torture session, where Sandy only manipulated her clit enough to drive her crazy without bringing her to orgasm, as he'd been doing the last four days. But she was ready to take whatever teasing he wanted to hand out in order to get the incredible pleasure that went with it. But this time was different. Sandy had certainly done a lot of sucking and licking of her lips, fucking her wet hole with his hardened tongue, but this time when he went to her clit he gave it his full attention and stayed there. Marla was moaning, thrusting her hips off the seat at his face. She had a flash of fear that he was going to still pull back after pushing her farther than ever and didn't know if she could handle that, but he didn't stop. He bore down harder, grabbing her soft pussy lips between his teeth and working the tip of his tongue faster on her hard, swollen love button. The orgasm hit her hard, ripping a scream from her throat as she grabbed his head and shoved it even tighter into her crotch as she shook and jerked. He kept up the licking and sucking, prolonging her orgasm to incredible lengths, only softening and slowing his attack as her body went from shaking to trembling. Only when she was just a gasping wreck, jerking spasmodically when he brushed her hypersensitive clit, did he leave her poor flower alone.

He sat back and watched her with a shiny smile on his lips and a wicked gleam in his eyes. When she finally had some breath back all she could say was, "Wow!" Sandy laughed. "Oh, baby," she groaned, "that was so good. I was afraid you were just going to tease me again, make me wait until tonight."

"I would have if I thought that would leave you satisfied and not horny any more, but I expect it did the opposite."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you want to do right now?" her husband asked.

She thought for a moment. "I want to fuck. Oh God, I want you to fuck me so hard right now. Will you?"

"Here in the parking lot where anyone could catch us?" he laughed. "Oh no, my horny wench, for that you have to wait." He leaned in to kiss her and she could taste her juices on his lips. "However, I may be back for more of your honey, so my instructions from earlier still stand. Do you understand?"

Marla's eyes gleamed as she imagined another explosive orgasm under her husband's talented tongue. "Oh, yeah!" she replied.

"Slut."

"Ohh, yeaahh," she growled, kissing him deeply again.



Surprise Party Pt. 02



Chapter 5

Three hours later Marla was a wreck, begging the clock to speed up so she could leave, but it stubbornly went at regular speed – or maybe slower, she thought – counting down two more hours before the early departure time Sandy had negotiated for her. Not that she'd been much use in the office so far today. She couldn't concentrate and kept slipping into daydream memories of the previous four days and especially that morning's session in the car.

Her boss Terry, like a typical man, assumed her strange attitude had something to do with being on her period. Well, at least he was right about her pussy being the cause of her distraction. Her co-worker Angie, however, sensed something very different than 'woman troubles' was going on with her officemate. Over the coffee pot in the break room Angie said, "You're as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. But you also look positively radiant. What dirty plans do you and that sexy husband of yours have for this long weekend of yours?"

Marla nearly spit out her coffee, was she that obvious? She blushed and said in an embarrassed whisper. "I'm not entirely sure, but I think Sandy has something pretty special planned." Then she giggled.

Angie laughed. "Well, I expect to hear all about it Monday. Or better yet, I want to see the photos."

"You're so bad," Marla laughed. But remembering the home made video from the previous evening she couldn't help but wonder if Sandy did have a camera in his plans. It had been a long time since she'd felt comfortable enough to do it on camera, but she thought tonight it might be fun to be a porn star.

The two women left the breakroom and headed back to work. As Marla turned the corner she almost dropped her coffee when she saw Sandy leaning in the doorway of the small office she shared with Angie.

"Hey, what's up?" asked Angie as she nearly bumped into the suddenly stopped Marla. Then she saw Sandy and a knowing smile spread across her face. She leaned over Marla's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Going to take off even sooner than planned?" 

Marla's throat was dry and she croaked her response in a mesmerized voice. "I don't think I'm allowed to leave."

"Not allowed to... Ohhh." She leaned in tighter, pressing against Marla's body and her lips brushed the other woman's ear as she whispered in a sexy tone. "Shall I come in the office with you or should I run an errand?"

It took a moment for what she'd said to register in Marla's pre-occupied mind. She looked back at Angie with a question on her face, trying to decide if she was being teased or propositioned. "Errand", she finally replied. "You are bad," she added with a smile.

"Hey, once a slut, always a slut," her friend laughed. Marla's eyes flew open. Then Angie blew a kiss to Sandy, grabbed her jacket and walked out.

Marla walked across the main office floor, aware of the looks she was getting from the secretaries and office assistants scattered among the desks. Was she imagining it or did they look at her like they knew exactly what had been going on in her house – and car – the last few days? What she didn't realize or think about was that a week ago the looks would have made her incredibly nervous, but now she was soaking them in, like a striptease dancer on her way out to the dance floor in front of a horny audience.

When she got to her office door Sandy took her in his arms and gave her a solid kiss – not wet and raunchy, but still longer than was appropriate for the workplace. "Hi, baby," he whispered. "Have you been waiting for me?"

She pulled him inside, closed the door and pushed him back up against it, giving him that wet and raunchy kiss she'd been thinking about. "God, yes, where have you been?"

He laughed. "Patience, my love, patience."

"Patience, my ass," she growled.

"Hmm, I don't know if I'll be able to show much patience when I get there. No, I'm sure your ass is in for a very impatient pounding. A deep, penetrating, impatient pounding that will probably leave your tight asshole very sore."

"I can hardly wait," she purred. "Is that what I'm going to get right now?"

"No, what you're going to get right now is what I promised this morning." He reached down and slid her skirt up around her waist for the third time that day. He stuck a hand between her legs and started massaging her mound through the flimsy lingerie. "So what was Angie saying to you? She looked very mischievous."

"Mischievous, that's a good word for it," Marla laughed. "When it comes to sluttiness I think little Miss Angie may be the real deal."

"What do you mean?"

"I may be slutty, doing nasty things with you, but I have a feeling that Angie would do some of those things with anyone she could, making her a true slut."

"And you're just a phony slut?" Sandy laughed. "Well, I don't know how I feel hanging around with a fake."

"Fake?!" She grabbed his ears and started pulling him straight down. "When it comes to being your slut, I'm very, very real. Now keep your promise. Eat me."

Sandy was laughing as he slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor facing his wife's pretty pussy in its erotic wrapping. He scooted between her legs to get a better angle then attacked her muff with his mouth. She leaned her hands against the door for balance and met his attack, shoving her crotch against his face, gyrating her hips to grind her pussy all over his face. The wetness came quickly and her flower opened to admit his searching, sucking tongue. He lapped up her juices like a honey bee, spreading her nether lips with his fingers so he could get deeper inside her, then work his tongue softly over her exposed clitoris. She was still sensitive there from this morning's rough handling, so even the soft touches had her trembling. 

Unfortunately for Marla, Sandy was back in tease mode – no orgasm for her this time. He danced around the clit, but never stayed there long. He mostly took long licks along her vulva, breaking off to kiss and bite the inside of her thighs above her stockings. He held those vulva wide open and pulled his head back a bit so he could watch the opening of her love canal. Then he was back tongue-fucking the wet hole, savoring the copious juices that flowed out. His tongue took some of those juices from her open flower and pushed them back, wiping them on her tight rosebud. Suddenly he slid all the way through her legs and went at her ass from behind. Spreading her butt cheeks he reached forward with his tongue to gather more nectar from the front hole to use to lubricate the back hole. She bent over deeper at the waist to give him better access to her private place. "Oh, yes," she moaned. "Lick. My. Ass. Lick. My. ASS."

On the other side of the door Carla and Beth's mouths dropped open; the two young interns being daring enough to sneak up and try to eavesdrop when the obviously horny couple disappeared inside. They'd been well rewarded for their temerity. Carla looked into Beth's eyes and whispered, "Lick my ass." Beth answered the look and the challenge. "You lick My ass." They then turned away from the door, knowing they were each going to give and get some nasty analingus that night to go with their usual hot cunnilingus. Some of the others in the room asked what they'd heard, but the two secret lovers would only smile and say it was definitely hot, but if the others wanted details they had to be brave enough to listen for themselves. Some thought about it, but none dared.

Meanwhile, on the hot side of the office door, Sandy continued rimming his wife's anus. One hand pulled a tight ass cheek to the side, the other explored her cunt, eventually shoving three fingers up inside the clutching sex hole. Marla bit her lip to keep the moaning down and pushed her ass back against Sandy's face. Even without direct contact with her clit she was building towards an orgasm. But Sandy sensed the building excitement and slowed down his actions, eventually abandoning the horny woman's sexy asshole. She pressed her butt further back at him, wanting more, but he just gave one last kiss to her brown eye and stood up, fingers still buried inside her puss. 

He leaned up against her and stuck his tongue in her ear, his breath hot and moist. "How's my baby?" he panted, being incredibly worked up himself.

She was so far gone she could hardly speak coherently. "Fuck m'ass," she pleaded. "Fuck hard, cum."

"Did you like my tongue in your ass, bitch?" he whispered harshly.

"Suck my asshole, you fucker," she barked. "Lick my dirty hole and I'll cum on your nasty face."

"Hmm, you do sound like a real slut." He pulled his fingers out of her dripping cunny and leaning further over her shoulder brought them to his mouth, sucking one between his lips. "Mmm, taste like one too. Here, taste." He presented his pussy-fucking fingers to her and she eagerly sucked them clean of her juices.

"Aren't you going to make me cum again, like this morning?" she begged.

He laughed low in her ear. "No, this morning was to take the edge off, but I don't want to dull the sharpness too much."

"Please..." she began.

"Marla," he said in a sterner tone. She remembered her place and bit her lip.

"That's a good "present"," he said more lightly. "I'll make you a deal. I'm leaving now and I'll give you permission to relieve your "tension", under these conditions. You can masturbate, but only if someone or ones from your office are watching." Marla gasped. "Or you can let one of them finish you off."

"What? What are you saying?" she asked in confusion.

"I thought it was simple," he replied. "You masturbate with an audience or you let one of them suck or fuck you till you cum. Or you wait. Your choice."

The overcharged woman turned around to face the man. "And if I pulled the boy from the mailroom in here and let him fuck me you wouldn't care?"

"Oh, I'd care. I'd care to hear all about it while I fucked you second." Her eyes opened wide. "Real slut or pretend slut?" he said with a smile. He leaned in, held his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear. "Happy Birthday, baby, I love you. I also love that you're mine and I can do whatever I want with you. And part of what I want to do is allow you to do whatever you might want to do to relieve that desperate longing in your loins. A powerful, delicious orgasm – minutes away – or hours away. Your choice." He picked her up in his powerful arms and moved her away from the door. Putting her down he kissed her cheek, said, "Happy Birthday," one more time with a dirty smile on his face, and walked out.

Marla closed the door behind him and half collapsed against it, her mind spinning. "What just happened?" she asked herself. Without thinking, her hand found its way to her crotch, feeling the soaked panties and hair, sliding fingers into her gaping pussy. Pulling out and sliding back between her legs, shoving a finger deep into her recently rimmed butthole while the thumb plunged into her cunny. The digits see-sawed back and forth in the two holes while she replayed the last few minutes in her mind. Her other hand snaked to her clit and started rubbing and Marla was on the brink of orgasm in seconds. Suddenly she stopped, remembering Sandy's commands. "What just happened," she answered herself. "Is that my husband sucked my pussy, sucked my fucking asshole, teased me to the edge of cumming and then left. And by the way, said it was okay for someone else to fuck his present." His slave, she thought. That's it, he's making me his sex slave. Well, I don't have to be a slave or a slut for him. With that thought her fingers moved back to her clit and began rubbing again. But only for a few seconds. She wasn't allowed to cum this way, another part of her mind said. The master would know if she cheated, then maybe he wouldn't play with her anymore. She flashed back on all the increasingly dominating things Sandy had done with her and realized that he had made her a sex slave. She also realized she only wanted it to continue, she wanted to do whatever her nasty master required. The admission of submission set off more trembling in her pussy, almost a mental orgasm. God, she wanted to come. How much longer before she was done with work? She looked at the clock, still 1 hour 40 minutes. My God, she thought, all that only took 20 minutes? How could she last?

Her mind was still confused, but the need to pee made it through. She adjusted her clothing and hair, took a deep breath and walked out. Heads that had been staring at her door snapped away, knowing smiles in place. She felt a rush of embarrassment and between that and the throbbing in her crotch she had to concentrate hard to make the short walk to the ladies' room without stumbling. Inside she went into a stall and relieved herself, trying to get her breathing back to normal as she sat. Coming out to wash her hands she found Beth standing at the other sink. Marla took a quick look in the mirror – flushed, but her hair and makeup were still pretty much in place. She washed her hands and patted her face with water.

"You doing okay?" the college girl asked. 

"Huh? Oh yeah, fine, thanks," the older woman stammered out.

"Not to be nosy or anything, but that was your husband I saw before, wasn't it?"

"Wha? Oh yeah, my husband... Sandy."

"Hmm, he's pretty hot, if you don't mind my saying so."

Marla looked at the girl's reflection in the mirror. The blonde had a strange look on her face, 'a look of passion' flashed in Marla's mind.

"Why yes, I guess he is...mm, thanks?

"Of course you're pretty damned hot too," the intern added in a husky voice. "I can just imagine the two of you in a magazine." She didn't add that the magazine she was thinking of usually had the woman in leather and the man tied up or the other way around.

"Um, well, thank you." Marla hurriedly grabbed a paper towel, barely drying her hands before turning to leave. "Well, see you..."

"Maybe some time after work?"

"Uh, sure, a drink...or something," she mumbled, rushing out of the toilet and back to the semi-privacy of her office.

She sat down in her chair and grabbed the edge of the desk for stability. Again she was left wondering what had just happened. Had that girl really been hitting on her or was Marla's imagination in overdrive because of Sandy's teasing? She took a drink from a bottle of water on her desk and thought back over the episode in the Ladies'. Actually, she'd kind of suspected something was going on between Beth and Carla and this would go with that suspicion. So, the pretty young things that all the guys in the office were drooling over were lesbians. Or bi-? She had seemed interested in Sandy too. Either way the girl was pretty brazen to hit on her like that. "So brazen that she might come in here and eat you right now if you asked her too," a devil in her head said. "Suck or fuck, Sandy said." The thought of the hot little co-ed with her head between Marla's thighs sent another strong quiver through the woman's core. "What am I thinking of?" she asked herself.

Just then Angie came through the door. "I don't know, what are you thinking of?"

"What? Oh...um...I..."

"That's alright, calm down. Was my 'errand' long enough?" she asked with an evil wink. "Though I have to admit I was tempted to come back earlier and hopefully catch you in the act."

Marla blushed and took another swig of water.

"That's okay, my hat's off to you for having the guts to get a quickie right here in the office."

"Angie." Marla protested.

"Are you saying you didn't do it?" her friend asked dubiously.

"No, no, we didn't," the flustered woman insisted. 'Not because I didn't want to,' she added to herself.

Angie walked up to the other side of Marla's desk and a strange look came into her eyes. Then she lifted her nose as if sniffing the air like a bloodhound on the trail. "Hmm," she mused. "I definitely smell pussy." She inhaled deeply. "But not sperm. You mean he pleasured you without getting off too? What a guy, why can't I find a guy like that – maybe I'd get married too."

"Angie, please..."

"Oh, now you're shy, eh?" The mischievous woman put her hands on the desk and leaned over, bringing her face even with Marla's. "I smell pussy. Hot, dripping, juicy, sweet pussy. Mmm mmm, I can almost taste it."

Marla stared hypnotized as the other woman's tongue made a slow circle around her full lips. 'She would eat me too,' Marla thought in an amazed, but horny, mental voice. 'She and Beth would both lick me, taking turns until I exploded with this orgasm that's burning inside of me.' Underneath the desk her thighs unconsciously spread open and her pussy started flowing again.

Then the door swung open and Marla looked up, half-expecting to see the college intern standing there, beckoned by the scent of her sex. Instead it was Terry and the spell was abruptly broken. Marla snapped her knees together so hard it hurt and she grunted in pain. Angie laughed, blew her a kiss, then turned around to see what the boss wanted.

He explained some changes he wanted in their latest project, Marla not hearing any of it. After 15 minutes he finally realized the woman wasn't tuned it at all and asked, "Are you okay, Marla?"

"What?" she asked, pulling her gaze away from the clock for the 7th time. "Oh, I'm fine, Terry. Just not feeling myself, I guess," she ended lamely.

"Well I'd hate to see you not feeling well over your birthday weekend. Why don't you go ahead and take off now?"

"Really? Oh, that's great!" she answered way too enthusiastically. "I mean, I really appreciate the day off and everything and..."

"Alright, alright, go ahead, get out of here. Happy Birthday, Marla."

"Thanks, Terry, you're the best." She grabbed her handbag and jacket and headed out the door; not knowing what new adventures her husband/master had planned for her, but not wanting to wait any longer to find out.

Chapter 6

As soon as she was in her car she was punching numbers into her cell phone. Sandy picked up on the first ring, almost as if he'd been expecting her call.

"Hey, baby," he cooed. "Calling to tell me how you got your rocks off?"

"For your information my rocks are still very much on. But Terry did let me leave early. I'm in my car now and ready to deliver these rocks to you right now."

Sandy laughed. "Patience won out over passion, huh? I thought you might cheat."

"No, I didn't cheat, you meany. I can't believe you left me hanging like that."

"I told you it was okay for you to finish, it's not my fault if you didn't."

"Well, since you're so eager for me to cheat on you you'll be happy to know I had two offers to finish your work for you," Marla said, a little smugly.

"It's not cheating if I know about it and say it's okay," he replied. "Tell me about the offers. Was it Terry?"

Marla laughed, "Terry? He thought I was ill, not looking for sex. Angie, on the other hand..."

"Angie?" 

"What did I tell you before? There's your real slut."

Sandy egged her on, "And who was the other?"

"That little blonde bimbo, Beth. She told me she thought we were both hot."

"Well, well, young Miss Beth. Well, she was right."

"Right about what?" Marla demanded.

"You are hot," her husband declared. "In fact, you're so hot I bet your pussy is still melted. Put your hand on your pussy and tell me, wet or dry?"

The woman automatically did as she was told. He was right of course, her bush and panties were still soaking wet. "Wet," she breathed.

"So wet a finger will slide right inside?"

"Unh," she moaned as she followed his unspoken command. "Right inside."

"And the second one just as easily?"

"Oh, yeah. I wish it was your cock."

"Well, let's get it a little closer – put in a third finger. Now the fourth."

"Uh, uh, uh," Marla grunted as she forced all four fingers into her slippery love hole and starting pumping them in and out.




Surprise Party Pt. 02



"Angie's hands are pretty small," Sandy crooned in her ear. "I bet she could get her whole hand in there and fist fuck you." His voice growled lower. "Yeah, that would be hot to watch, you with your legs spread wide while she fisted you. I'd get down and lick your clit while she did it so I could see your pussy swallowing her whole hand."

"Fist...whole fist..."

"That's right baby. And I know you could take it in that hot wet pussy of yours. You'd take it and love it. Wouldn't you?"

In her mind's eye Marla could see her friend pistoning a clenched fist into her abused cunny, stretching it farther than it had ever been. Sandy was there too, but he wasn't licking her clit, that would have put him in the way. He was standing next to her, feeding his hard cock into her mouth. "Yes," she admitted, "I'd love it."

"Why don't you go back inside and ask her to do it?" Sandy prompted.

"What? No, no, I couldn't do that," Marla protested.

"Then I guess you have to keep waiting until you finally get to come," he said laughingly. "You are a glutton for punishment. Take your fingers out of your puss." He heard a disappointed sigh as she did as she was told. "Now lick them clean. Hold the phone close so I can hear you sucking that sweet pussy juice. Gee, we know Angie and Beth would like to suck those fingers clean for you, to suck your pussy dry. Would you pay them back the favor?"

"Huh?" she grunted around her mouthful of sticky fingers.

"It would only be fair," he insisted. "They would deserve to come too if they fist-fucked and sucked you to climax. You would definitely need to get between their thighs and love their flowers with your mouth. Licking and sucking, doing everything you like having done to you until they were shaking under your tongue. Mmm, it's the best."

Marla closed her eyes and concentrated on the fingers in her mouth, tasting the honey from deep inside her box. She saw Angie still buried to the wrist in her pink gash, but now it was Beth instead of Sandy standing over Marla's face, her own pink slit just inches from Marla's mouth. Then the woman's tongue was reaching out for the girl's flower. Marla's fingers flew out of her mouth and back to her tormented pussy. "Baby," she pleaded, "can't I come now? Some hot phone sex, you like that don't you?" 

"I do, baby, I do," her man agreed. "The secret to phone sex is that you have to tell me what you're doing...and what you're thinking. What are you thinking about that makes you want to come right now?" 

"Your cock," she panted. "Your big, hard cock."

"Yeah?"

"In my mouth, your cock fucking my mouth."

"That's all? What else? Tell me," he commanded.

"And pussy," she admitted. "My pussy with a fist in it," she hesitated, "and another pussy in my face."

"I thought my cock was in your mouth?" he teased.

"It is," she groaned. "And the pussy."

He could hear the confused passion in her voice. "And where are your fingers right now?" he asked.

"On my pussy," she admitted. "Waiting for you to say I can touch myself," she added quickly.

"Yeah, you can touch yourself baby," he purred. "Is Angie fisting you?"

"Oh, fuck, she is. It hurts so good, she's tearing me up."

"Are you on your back or on your hands and knees?"

"Back," she panted. "Sitting on a couch."

"So I must be standing next to you, poking my cock into your hot mouth?"

"Big, beautiful cock."

"And is Beth on your other side?"

"Uh, sometimes you, sometimes Beth."

"Okay baby, here's the way it is. Beth is straddling you, shoving her tight little pussy right into your face. And I'm behind Beth, my cock between her legs, right under her cunt, right in your face. If you suck my cock you can slide down and your nose rubs right against her clit. If you let go of my dick and suck on her pussy you can feel me rubbing against your cheek or neck. Do you like that, baby?"

"Yeah," Marla breathed happily.

"You're going back and forth, baby. Sucking hard on my bone, then burying your tongue in her slit. Back and forth... cock...pussy...hard...soft...both wet with your spit and her juice...both of us fucking your slutty mouth."

"Fuck...mouth."

"That's right, fucking your pretty mouth. And Angie's fucking your pretty pussy, fucking it with her fist. Are you fucking yourself with your hand, pretty slut?"

He heard her gasp and knew she had just shoved all four fingers back up her hot slit. "And your thumb is rubbing your clit?"

She yelped and he knew she had finally pushed her love button. He also knew it wouldn't take much for her to explode.

"Rub it, bitch, rub it hard. Jam those fingers in your cunt, feel Angie's fist. Suck my cock, suck Beth's clit. She's going to come on your face, suck that pussy dry, suck it! She's coming, coming all over your face."

"Unh, unh, unh, uunnnhhh," and it was Marla who was coming, her thighs bumping the steering wheel as her ass came off the car seat. Her fingers came out of her hole and took the place of her thumb on her clit, sending the orgasm to a new height. She screamed, dropping the phone and squeezing her tit, pinching the nipple, her pussy fingers flying in a frenzy. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh," another scream of pleasure.

Sandy waited with a smile, listening to his wife's ragged gasps in the distance. Then he heard a fumbling sound and could easily imagine her groping around trying to find the phone. Finally her panting was coming from right by the receiver. "Oh, baby," she moaned. "Oh, fuck...that was so good. What have you done to me?"

"I've just 'unwrapped' my present a little. Got a little look at what's underneath the wrapping and it's pretty fucking hot."

"Jeez, have you turned me into a lesbian?" she laughed.

He laughed back. "No, just let the slut out of her cage. I think there was a little cock action in that fantasy – at least a little."

"Well I'm ready for some real cock action," she declared. "Where are you? I want real cock in my mouth!"

"Soon enough," he laughed, "soon enough. Tell you what, meet me over at the mall. I'll be in the Bloomingdale's dress section picking out a gift for my wife."

"Oh, baby, you get this pussy without any gifts."

"Well, that's good to know. But I'm taking you out on Saturday night and you need a gift you can tell your mom about...unless you want to tell her about the rest of your birthday?" he asked with a big smile coming through the phone.

"Oh, okay, Bloomingdale's in 15 minutes, but I hope you won't make me wait too much longer for that cock."

"Don't worry, my lovely slut, there is plenty of cock for the rest of your birthday. I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you, you bad, bad man." She hung up and started the car.

Sandy reached out and took the telephone off speaker mode, then hung up. "Well, what do you think?" he asked the man sitting at the table with him.

"You were right, bro'. She's ready, definitely ready."



Surprise Party Pt. 03



7.

Just as Marla pulled into a parking spot at the mall her phone began to ring with Sandy's ring tone. "Hi, baby," she said. "Your timing is perfect, I just arrived."

"Great. A slight change in plans, meet me at the Victoria's Secret store first."

"God, you are naughty. But I have enough sexy underwear at home, baby."

"I know you do. I also know you're wearing some very hot lingerie right now. Hot and wet. I thought you might like to have something a little more comfortable on while you're trying on dresses."

"Wow," she declared happily. "You're right, I would, now that I think of it. But all I've been thinking about is, 'how are you going to abuse me next?' and then you throw something sweet in front of me – no wonder I don't mind being your slave."

"Well a good master takes care of his property so he can get as much pleasure out of it as he can for as long as he can. And I am your master today, aren't I, baby?"

Softly, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master." A thrill ran through her belly to her loins at the words.

"That's nice. Now come inside, your master's waiting."

Marla walked swiftly through the concourse toward Victoria's Secret. Her heart skipped when she saw Sandy waiting for her at the entrance. He took her in his arms and hugged her tight, laying a long, slow, loving kiss on her pretty mouth. "Hi, baby," he said, his lips still touching hers lightly. "How are you holding up?"

"I don't know how I'm still standing up," she laughed. "Oh, Sandy, I've never felt like this. You've been so mean and so sweet, so cruel and so hot, I don't know how to feel or what to think."

"Well, the feelings will come as they will, but the thinking you leave up to me."

"Yes...master." And she stuck her tongue deep into his mouth, drawing looks from people walking by; the guys wishing they were in Sandy's place, the girls in Marla's. He crushed her tighter in his arms and then swept her into the store.

They wandered through the aisles, sometimes holding hands, another kiss here or there, but always touching. Marla picked out a pretty bra that could go strapless if she chose that kind of dress, and some nice silk panties in 3 different colors. "Well, you may as well go into the dressing room and put those on now," Sandy said. "Here, I'll hold your dirty panties for you."

She looked at him with a question on her face, but the look on his was the answer. She glanced around, there were three or four customers and two salesgirls; none right by them, but near enough. Sandy's look hadn't changed – he was waiting. Concentrating on him, Marla reached up under her skirt, having to hitch it half way up her thighs to get to her panties. Quickly she yanked them off her hips and slid them down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of one leg, then the other and balled them into her fist, standing up straight again. It had only taken seconds, perhaps no one had noticed?

Sandy held out his open hand, palm up. Marla handed over the undies. He took them and raised them to his nose, inhaling deeply. Marla blushed scarlet. Then, oh my God, he stuck the crotch, the wettest part into his mouth and sucked on it like a popsicle. Marla looked quickly left and right, at least one customer and the two salesgirls were staring at Sandy's display. He slowly pulled the fabric out of his mouth, took another deep sniff, then finally pushed them into his coat pocket. Marla gasped, unaware she'd been holding her breath the whole time.

"Go on now," he prodded softly. "Go get dressed." Marla turned to go to the dressing room, but Sandy stopped her again when her back was to him. "Wait. Let me see that ass once before you cover it up."

Ahead of her Marla could see one of the salesgirls looking at her in wide-eyed wonder. Marla smiled at her, then slowly slid her skirt up in the back, giving Sandy a clear view of her beautiful buns. The salesgirl's mouth dropped open, somehow making Marla feel confident instead of nervous. She gave Sandy two slow circles with her ass before finally dropping her skirt and walking past the gaping girl into the dressing stall.

Inside she dropped to the bench and took three or four deep breaths to calm herself. Then she quickly pulled the tags off a pair of underpants and slid them back up over her shoes, stockings and garterbelt. Then her blouse was off and the peekaboo bra went into her purse, while the new one took its place. She hadn't realized how sore her nipples had been getting from being swollen hard most of the day and rubbing against her blouse. Having them protected again was a relief, but she also savored the pain, the electric shocks that had been flowing through her tits all day. She checked her reflection in the mirror. She looked as excited as she felt. She took some more deep breaths, put on some lipstick, straightened her disheveled skirt and headed back into the store. 

Sandy was waiting by the register, one of the salesgirls who had seen their action had sped behind the register, the salesgirl that Marla had smiled at stood close by with a shopping bag; both had bright eyes and smiles for the hot couple. Marla laid her selections on the counter, including the tags from the underwear she'd put on. Sandy took her wet panties from his pocket and added them to the pile, staring boldly at the two girls behind the counter. Marla gasped, every time she thought she'd caught up to him in debauchery he did something new to surprise, shock...and delight her.

The girl with the shopping bag reached out quickly and snatched the soiled panties. She squeezed them in her hand, closing her eyes as she felt their wetness. Slowly she placed them into the bag. When her hand came out she passed it under her nose, breathed deeply and smiled. The other girl rang up Marla's panties, but tossed the bra tags into the bag without entering them into the register. "On the house," she smiled.

"Thank you," Sandy said in his most charming voice as he handed over his credit card. "It's so nice to find such...friendly...help these days." The girls giggled.

Turning away from the counter with the bag in one hand he offered his other arm to Marla. She gave the two girls a wink, wrapped her arm through his and they headed off through the mall.

8.

As they walked toward Bloomingdale's arm in arm Marla said, "My God, are we contagious? First Beth and Angie at work, now those two girls in Victoria's Secret."

"Maybe we are baby, maybe we are," mused Sandy. "What a much funner place it would be if everyone was just walking around thinking about sex."

"You've certainly got me thinking of nothing else." She suddenly stepped ahead then spun to a stop in front of him. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her to keep their collision from turning into a spill. Marla grabbed his crotch and looked straight into his eyes with a wicked gleam. "When do I get this?" she demanded.

"Oh, ho, getting impatient are we?"

"Maybe you're not, but I am."

In a deeper tone, "Impatient for what?"

"Impatient for your cock, impatient for a good hard fuck!" she declared.

"How much cock, how much fucking?"

"All you can give me for as long as you can give it to me."

"Hmm. Okay, it's a deal," he laughed with the last. "But for now let's get some shopping done before I reveal just how impatient I am." He spun her back around and swatted her bottom to get her moving.

In the Ladies' Department they wandered through the aisles together, each of them pointing out dresses along the way. "That one," Sandy said, pointing to a low cut black cocktail dress. "I can see you in that with a simple strand of pearls."

"Baby, it's beautiful," Marla agreed, walking over to the display. She took a look at the price tag. "The price is beautiful, too," she said sarcastically.

As he stepped in front of the dress with her a saleswoman joined them, "This is one of my favorites," she said. "Unfortunately I don't have the figure for it. You, on the other hand," she cooed looking Marla up and down. Marla blushed; were they really contagious and she'd stirred up more lesbian desires or was the woman just trying to make a sale?

"I want to see you in it," stated Sandy.

"Baby..." Marla protested, remembering the price tag.

"Marla," Sandy repeated more sternly. "I want to see you in it."

"Excellent," said the saleswoman, sensing something odd was going on, but not wanting to miss the opportunity for a big sale. "I'm sure I have your size darling, right over here," and she hustled Marla to a rack. 

Alone in the dressing room Marla took off her skirt and blouse and held the cocktail dress in front of her in the mirror. "Now, the reality," she said sadly to herself. This kind of dress was made for some skinny supermodel, not a woman with the hips and breasts of a real woman. What she hadn't noticed, but Sandy had, was that the mannequin wearing the display model actually had curves to it too. Marla adjusted her new brassiere to be strapless, then shimmied the little black number over her head. Smoothing it over her hips she caught her breath when she saw the results in the mirror. The black fishnet whore stockings she was wearing didn't really go with the dress, but a strand of pearls sure would as Sandy had said. The panties she'd gotten at Victoria's were just right too, leaving a smooth line over her ass. Feeling a lot better about things Marla brushed her hair out with her fingers and walked back into the store.

Sandy let out a low whistle as Marla paraded up to him and spun around like a model in a show.

"Oh,..." breathed the dumpy sales rep. "That dress was made for you." When she saw the slightly skeptical look Marla gave her, she quickly bubbled, "Really! I'm not just selling. I wish I could wear that dress like you do – it's gorgeous."

"She's right, my love, you look fantastic," added Sandy. He turned to the saleswoman. "We'll take it. Do you know if your shoe department has something that will go good with it?"

"Honestly? They have some things that come close, but I think Danforth's Shoes, a few stores away from here, has the perfect shoe for this."

"Excellent. Marla, why don't you get changed and we'll head down to Danforth's." Marla felt like Julia Roberts in 'Pretty Woman' and turned back to the dressing room as Sandy ordered.

Sandy and the saleswoman watched her walk swiftly away, the black dress showing her ass off to great advantage. "Mm, mm, that's nice," Sandy purred. The saleswoman giggled. "Thank you, Betty," he said reading her name tag. "I'll be sure to think of you when I'm walking down the street with my wife – two steps behind her of course." Betty blushed and laughed.

9.

As they walked out of Bloomingdale's Marla asked her husband, "What did you say to that woman? She couldn't look either of us in the eye without smiling and giggling."

"Just how much I appreciated her friendly help," Sandy claimed with phony innocence. "So many nice people in this mall."

"So many chicks hungry for a man in this mall," laughed Marla. "Seriously, though, baby," she continued, her tone changing. "I really do love the dress, but it was so expensive..."

"Hush," he commanded. "I will wrap my present as I see fit."

Then they'd arrived at Danforth's. "Well, at least you don't have to worry about man-hungry salesgirls here," he said. Looking in Marla could see two clerks, both guys.

"Baby, I've only ever window shopped here – the prices are so high. I really don't need anything so fancy."

"Marla." She stopped. His voice softened just a little as he continued. "You said you trusted me and would do whatever I said without question," he reminded her. She nodded with eyes downcast. Now his voice roughened. "That goes for everything, do you understand? No more doubts, no more questions or I'll put you over my knee right here and paddle you like a child." Her eyes widened. "In fact, that's just what's called for. Bend over and lift your skirt." She almost protested, but bit her tongue. Taking a step closer to a tall shoe display to at least partially block her from people in the mall she bent at the waist and lifted her skirt in the back, just like in Victoria's Secret. Only this was no sexy flash of skin, it was punishment time. Sandy stepped up and put a hand on one white ass cheek, rubbing gentle circles on the soft skin, then suddenly he jerked his wrist and a loud 'smack' sounded on her ass making Marla jump and whimper. Then his hand was rubbing softly again on the other cheek. "Do you need another?"

"N-no."

"Do you want another?" he asked, his tone slightly different.

'Want another?' she said to herself. Her ass cheek stung from his blow and she could practically feel the stares the sound must have attracted, staring at her in her submissive permission. Staring at her exposed ass, staring at her thinly covered pussy, staring at a grown women being spanked like a naughty little girl. A very naughty little girl she admitted, remembering the day. Suddenly her reddened ass cheek didn't sting as much as glow, glow like the heat in her cunt. "Yes," she answered, surprising herself, but no taking it back now.

Again a quick jerk back of the wrist and a solid slap on the other side of her ass that brought a tear to her eye and sent an unexplainable shiver through her pussy. Then Sandy was standing directly behind her, rubbing both ass cheeks gently. "Stand up now, Marla." When she did he wrapped both arms around her and held her tight against his chest and the hard bulge in his pants. "Is my little girl ready to behave now?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Daddy," she answered, clenching her ass cheeks against his cock.

"That's a good girl." He kissed her neck. "Now, shall we continue with our shopping and get your mind back where it belongs – on sex?"

"Yes, I'm ready," she answered, spinning in his arms to face him. In a wanton voice, "Tell me again what you're going to do to me."

He kept his arms wrapped around her and brought his mouth close to hers. "I'm going to tease you," he whispered intently against her lips. "I'm going to wrap and unwrap you. I'm going to eat your pussy like the girls at work wanted to. I'm going to fuck you in the mouth – in the pussy – in the ass. I'm going to make you wait when you don't want to and not let you wait when you think you need to. I'm going to be sure as many people as we meet know what a slut you are just by looking at you and seeing the desire in your eyes. I'm going to use you and abuse you and have you saying please and thank you to all of it. You are my toy and I'm going to play."

"Play..." she moaned, crushing her lips against his.

Eventually they broke their embrace and entered the store. The two clerks had been staring, each sending prayers to the shoe gods that the couple would come to his section. Unfortunately for the younger man, Rod, as the junior rep he had the men's department, so his face dropped as the hot broad and her man moved over to the ladies' dress shoes. His colleague Jim had a shit-eating grin on his face as he swept in with, "Welcome to Danforth's, how can I assist you?" "Ladies' black dress shoes? Oh yes, we have the newest styles and the best in the classics, right this way."

"Betty was right," Sandy commented as they looked at the displays. "There are some nice shoes here – I'm sure we'll find something just right for the dress."

Marla's eyes were wide as she looked at the designer names and the beautiful shoes. She was no Imelda Marcos, but this place was great!

"What about this one?" Sandy asked holding up a classic black stiletto.

"Ooh, that's nice," agreed Marla. "What do you think of this one?" She held up a more modern design for Sandy to see.

"Yeah, that might work too. Guess you'd better get to trying things on." 

Salesman Jim, a decent looking guy, about twenty or twenty-one, escorted Marla to a chair. Sandy sat opposite her, behind the salesman. After asking her size Jim scurried through the curtain at the back to the store room. Jim had already stripped off one of her shoes, caressing Marla's fishnetted ankle and foot more than was strictly appropriate, but the hottie hadn't complained to her husband, so things were off to a good start he thought to himself as he quickly scanned the storeroom. Out in the store, meanwhile, that husband looked at that hottie with a challenging smile. He slid his hands to his hips and pantomimed pulling up a skirt. Marla got her own smile as she reached down and inched the much abused skirt a few inches up her thighs. From where he sat Sandy could see the tops of her stockings and just a hint of the garterbelts holding them up. He grinned.

Jim returned, took a seat on his stool and offered the first shoebox with a flourish. When he almost dropped the box Sandy knew that he'd noticed the improved view of Marla's hot thighs.

"Uh, mmm," he stuttered. "This is a really beautiful leg, uh, shoe you've chosen, ma'am." He grinned sheepishly.

"Yes...it is nice," she answered throatily. "Won't you put it on me?"

"With pleasure," the happy man answered. "With pleasure." He cradled her foot in one hand and smoothly slipped the shoe on with the other, kneading and massaging her from ankle to calf as he pretended to straighten the shoe.

"Ooh, that's beautiful," cooed Marla. "And it fits like a glove, so soft."

"The best Italian leather," purred Jim. "It's a special feel, isn't it?"

"A very special feel," she agreed. Then suddenly she lifted her leg and rested it on Jim's shoulder. This hitched her skirt even further and gave the flustered young man a wide open look at her pink panty-covered love mound. Looking past him Marla asked Sandy, "What do you think, baby?" Time for him to be a little shocked, she thought.

Sandy didn't actually look too shocked, but he did smile broadly. "It looks even better than I thought it would," he answered. "Let's have a look at the other one."

Marla slowly dragged her leg back across Jim's shoulder and held her foot suggestively in front of Jim's crotch. "Can you get me, er, I mean the shoe, off as easily as you got it on?"

"Getting it on and getting off – those are my specialties," he assured her. Slipping the shoe neatly from her foot he guided her in the rest of the way to his crotch. She could feel a bulge growing in his pants and clenched her toes over it. While Jim slowly replaced the first shoe in its box and took out the second, Marla continued to massage his growing meat with her talented toes. When she pulled her foot away to allow him to put on the classic stiletto Sandy had chosen she could see from the size of the bulge that the cocky stud was pretty well hung. 

Putting the shoe on he let his hands wander even more freely over her lower leg before finally letting go, trusting that his back was blocking her husband from seeing the liberties he and the woman were taking with each other. She tilted the shoe back and forth, liking its classic lines, then repeated her leg on the shoulder trick to show Sandy. Jim stared entranced at her crotch, seeing the dark stain forming on her panties where her pussy juices were beginning to flow. His cock throbbed as he imagined getting beneath the pink silk.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Marla

Jim was about to answer exactly what he thought when Sandy's voice chimed in, "I like it." 'Shit,' the boy thought, 'I almost screwed that up.' He breathed deeply to calm himself as Sandy continued. "But I liked the first one too. I think I need to see them with the dress to decide. But they're your shoes, baby, what do you think?"

"I'm like you," she answered. "I thought the one you picked was nice, but too old fashioned, but now that I see it on, I like it a lot." She pulled her leg back and dangled it in front of Jim. "What do you think? Which one looks better?"

Jim cleared his throat nervously, "From where I'm sitting it all looks good, I mean they both look good." 




Surprise Party Pt. 03



"Well, that decides it," Sandy declared, standing up and walking over with the dress bag. Looking down at Jim and catching sight of the tent pole action in his crotch before the boy could cover up with the shoe he pulled from Marla's foot, he asked, "You don't mind if my wife changes into her dress in your back room, do you?"

"What? No, of course not," he hurriedly agreed, "right through that curtain."

Marla kicked off her remaining old shoe and stood to take the bag from Sandy. "Right through there," her husband pointed. "Just open the curtain."

The way he said 'open' made it clear to Marla what he wanted and she gave him a smiling kiss on the lips before heading to the back of the store. She pulled open the curtain to walk through, but didn't pull it shut behind her. A step or two inside she found a place to hang the dress bag and with her back to the three staring males in the store she undid the buttons and slipped off her blouse. Then the skirt's zipper was going down and she wriggled it over her hips. Instead of just letting it drop to the floor she bent forward at the waist and slowly lowered it down the length of her legs, giving her audience a clear, extended look at her hot ass, both white cheeks below the panties' edge still had faint red marks from her earlier punishment. Finally she stepped out of the skirt, opened the dress bag and raised the dress over her head. As it came down she turned, facing the drooling salesmen and her grinning husband. They got a good look at her breasts, belly and crotch before the dress was finally in place and being smoothed over her hips. 

She walked out with a small, sexy smile on her lips and gave Rod a slight nod before heading back over to Jim and Sandy. "Who's first?" she asked.

Jim's mouth gaped. It was a good thing he'd picked up one of the shoe boxes to cover his crotch when he'd stood to watch Marla's striptease because he felt his snake wiggling again, wanting to escape.

"Hmm," Marla said thoughtfully. "Should I go with the tried and true classic first and save the new model for after or should I go with the new and daring up front?"

"Well, it looks like our young friend has something in his hand already," Jim said in the same playful tone. "Why don't we let him choose who's first and who's second?"

"That's a good idea," she agreed. "Just as long as I get to try both." Staring deep into the young man's eyes and stealing Sandy's name badge reading trick she put one hand out to steady herself on Sandy's shoulder, pointed a stockinged foot forward and said, "Jim?"

'What should he do, what should he say?' Finally her proffered foot registered in his fevered mind, 'the shoes, oh man, the fucking shoes'. He abruptly dropped to one knee and opened the box to expose the stiletto. Clumsily he got the shoes out of the box. Another deep breath, then he was holding first one, then the other steady as Marla stepped into them.

Stepping between the two men Marla walked the length of the store and back, stopping at wall mirrors to admire the shoes from different angles. Then she was back and Jim was swapping the classics for the newer model. Again she paraded the room, Rod and Jim staring openly at the sway of her ass as she walked away and the thrust of her bosom as she returned. Sandy did the same, but also checked out the look on his wife's face; it was clear she was loving this attention.

Returning to the men again she let Jim slip the shoes off, then turned to Sandy. "I really like them both, but I think I'll take the newer style if you don't mind."

"Of course not," he smiled. "The classic will always be there, but a woman should try something new from time to time – it keeps life exciting."

She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You're the best!" Into his ear she added in a whisper, "and the baddest." Then she skipped into the back room, once again 'forgetting' to close the curtain behind her as she carefully removed the cocktail dress and put back on her office clothes.

Coming back out she joined Sandy at the checkout counter. Rod was behind the counter ringing them up and Jim stood next to Sandy. "Marla, remember what I said about this mall having the friendliest staff?" Marla nodded, looking sensuously at the two young men. "Well, Jim just insisted that we ring up your shoes under his employee discount, saving us 20 percent."

A happy, surprised smile covered Marla's face. "Why, that's so sweet!" She moved up to Jim, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, one hand on his shoulder, the other cupping his still half-swollen cock. Giving him a firm squeeze she said, "You have such a big...heart. I'm sure something nice is going to happen to you."

"It already has," he assured her, "it already has."

Again Sandy offered his wife his arm and again they left flushed and unsettled salespeople in their wake. Sandy imagined Jim was going to be taking an extended bathroom break soon and smiled wickedly to think that soon his lovely bride wasn't going to get away so easily from an excited cock.

"And what does that dirty look mean?" she asked, looking sideways at him as they walked away from Danforth's.

"Wha?" Quickly he replaced half of his evil thought with another. "I was just thinking that young Jim will probably be headed off to the men's room to jack off after that delightful performance of yours." She joined him in laughter. "Then I wondered if you might like to go with him to help out."

"Oh, really? And what would you be doing?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Taking part or just watching? Either way I'm sure I'd enjoy myself."

"Well, I don't know about Jim, but how about you and I slip off to the restroom and get a little relief ourselves?" she urged in a low tone.

Taking her in his arms he could feel the heat rising off her and the urgings in his own belly. "That's not in the plan, but plans can change." He kissed her deeply.



Surprise Party Pt. 04



10.

The toilets were the opposite direction, so they did a 180 and headed back the other way. As they walked back in front of the shoe store both of the clerks came to attention, hoping against hope for another visit from the lucky bastard and his hot wife. Marla smiled and waved at both boys, but showed no signs of stopping. Behind her back, however, Sandy pointed at Jim and made a beckoning sign. 

"You lucky fuck," moaned Rod as Jim headed out of the store. Looking back at his partner with a big smile Jim said, "Your time will come...just not today." He laughed as he practically skipped out of the store.

Up ahead he saw the couple turning a corner -- towards the restrooms. 'Aah,' Jim thought, 'just where I was getting ready to go myself, only now it should be a lot more interesting.' He wondered just how far the man intended to let him go and hoped he wasn't in for just another cock teasing. Once was fun, but twice...then Sandy first held up his hand in a stop sign, followed by a finger across his lips in the 'shush' sign. Jim got the message and stopped at the corner, quietly peeking down the corridor so Marla didn't catch sight of him. Two chattering teenage girls entered the Ladies' room just ahead of the hot couple, so Marla and Sandy stopped in front of the Men's. Sandy held the door open and scanned the room -- empty -- then he ushered Marla through the door, pushing her towards the stalls. 

As she made her way forward, Sandy hesitated at the door and gave a signal that brought Jim sprinting down the short hall to meet him; on his face was the eager look of a hunting dog when its owner takes the shotgun off the wall rack. Sandy smiled and quickly whispered, "I'm afraid there won't be any contact, but if you want to hear some hot action you're welcome."

Jim's face fell a bit, he was really hoping to see what was under those wet pink panties, but what the hell, jacking off to the sound of the hot slut getting boned was still better than just jacking off to her memory, which is what he'd been about to do anyway. "I'll take it," he answered. He couldn't help adding, "Is she loud?"

"She will be," Sandy promised with a smile, then he was walking swiftly across the tiled floor to join his wife in the larger handicapped booth.

"What were you doing?" she asked, looking back at the slowly closing door.

"Just keeping a lookout, making sure no teenage boys were cruising after those two girls. I'm not ready to share you just yet."

"Oh ho! Not just yet, eh? Then why do I feel like you've been sharing me with everyone in this mall?" she demanded with a smile, wrapping her arms around him.

"Hmm," he considered, as he sneaked a peek through the gap as he closed the cubicle door and saw Jim quickly making his way into the room. "When you put it that way I guess I have been sharing you a little," he admitted. "But it's a selfish kid who refuses to share his presents with anyone else, isn't it? Besides, I think you've enjoyed being shared, haven't you?" he demanded.

Marla blushed, "Yes," she admitted softly.

"What have you liked best so far?"

Normally she was too shy to talk like this, but she knew that today, hell, for the rest of their marriage she hoped, she had no choice but to do what Sandy told her.

"The guy in the shoe store," she whispered huskily, putting a hand on Sandy's chest and playing with his nipple through the shirt. "I thought he was going to attack me right there, even with you sitting right behind him." She was getting into her story telling now, "I'll tell you a secret, he had a big dick."

Of course Sandy had seen the bulge in Jim's pants for himself, but to Marla he said, "And how do you know that my little slut?"

"I touched it," she said in an excited rush. "First I massaged it with my foot when he was putting on my shoes, and then at the checkout stand I grabbed it with my hand, like this." She grabbed her husband's crotch and squeezed his swelling cock just as she had squeezed the stranger's in the shoe store.

"And did it feel good, baby, did you like having that strange meat in your hand?"

"I felt so...powerful...does that make any sense?"

"Really hot sex is always about power, baby. Having power over someone and giving someone power over you. You had power over our young friend, that's for sure. And who has power over you?" he demanded.

"You do," she answered without hesitation. "You have the power," and she squeezed his prick harder, giving 'the power' a different meaning.

"Take the power in your hands," he commanded.

Jim could hear the familiar jingle of a belt buckle being undone, followed by a quiet zziipp. In his own stall he silently undid his own pants, pushing them down around his knees.

"Oh, baby," Marla cooed. "It feels like I've been waiting for this for years." She gently massaged his tightly swollen testicles in one hand while the other slowly stroked up and down the iron hard shaft. "What are you going to do to me with this beautiful prick? I can feel the cum bubbling in your balls."

"Now that I think about it," her master replied, "it has been a long time since my cock got any action. You, on the other hand, have already had two orgasms today, haven't you?"

"Yes, two wonderful orgasms, baby. You always make me come so hard; I can hardly wait for the next one."

"Well, you're going to have to wait this time," he declared. "It's time for a little catch up, my pet, now it's time for the man to come."

"Yes, oh yes," she agreed. "I'm going to make you come so hard, baby; I can't wait to feel you explode."

'Fuck, this guy is good' thought Jim, his own meaty cock jutting stiffly between his squeezing fingers. 'He's got this hot bitch so well trained.'

"Take off your panties and bend over," the trainer commanded.

Marla quickly skinned off the new panties, now as wet as the old ones had been, raised the window shade skirt up to her waist one more time and bent over, once again exposing her bottom to Sandy's wants and desires. She put her hands against the wall behind the commode and rested one knee on the toilet seat for better balance. A shiver went through her when she wondered (hoped?) if Sandy was going to spank her again. A different shiver hit her, however, when instead of his sharp hand she felt the dull end of his stiff cock pushing against her swollen pussy lips, pushing its way in like a battering ram.

"Unnh!" she grunted loudly, and between that and the delicious wet noise of a sloppy wet pussy Jim knew that his partner in the other stall had just driven his nail home. He had to bite his lip to keep from letting out his own supportive cheer.

Sandy froze in place. "So fucking good," he growled. So good that he wasn't going to last more than two strokes if he wasn't careful, he thought. And while a quickie might be just fine for him and Marla he had made a promise to shoe boy. He breathed deeply to regain himself, then continuing to hold still deep in his wife's wet heaven he said, "If I remember right, the last time you came today you were having a fantasy about something else being buried in your pussy like this."

Marla flashed back to the phone sex session in her car, Jim describing her fantasy to her so vividly over the cell. She knew without being told that it was now her turn to describe that fantasy. "Yes," she admitted in a husky whisper, "a fist. Angie's fist was filling my poor cunny the way your big cock is now. The little slut was raping me with her hand, shoving it all the way in up to the wrist."

Jim's eyes nearly popped out of the sockets. He gripped tighter and stroked faster as he pictured another hot bitch giving this one a fist job, 'fuuccckkkk!'

"Did you ask her to stop?" questioned Sandy as he finally moved his hips, slowly withdrawing his rod until only the head remained inside.

"Hell, no!" Marla declared, meaning both Angie's fist and Sandy's cock. "I loved it in me; I never wanted it to stop." Sandy slammed his balls back against Marla's ass. She pressed hard against the wall to keep from getting knocked off her perch, grunting like an animal each time he pulled out and slammed back into her. After five hard, deep strokes Sandy froze in place again, just barely able to hold onto the white lava ready to explode from his volcano.

"What else?" was all he was able to get out in a strangled gasp, but Marla knew what he meant.

"You and Beth were fucking my mouth," she panted. "The little whore was grinding her pussy all over my face and you were shoving your cock down my throat."

"Suck...?" hissed Sandy.

"Yes, I was sucking both of you, trying to suck the cum right out of your balls and sucking on college girl's clit until she came in my mouth." She shoved her ass back against her husband, wanting more hard pounding, but instead he yanked his meat out of her. Marla immediately spun around, sitting on the toilet seat, knowing what was coming -- and here it was; Sandy's hand roughly grabbing the back of her head while his rod pumped toward her mouth. She quickly took him in her hand and guided him into her hungry mouth.

"Suck it bitch, suck!" commanded her shaking husband. Marla used her lips, tongue and teeth roughly on the sensitive head while one hand yanked his balls and the other flew up and down his shaft.

In the next stall Jim leaned back against the thin wall that separated them and yanked at his own balls and cock with shaking hands.

"I'm gonna come," Sandy said aloud, Jim silently. "Do you want my hot cum; are you going to swallow it all?"

Around his cock Marla grunted in assent, "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh," she chanted, shoving her face down over his cock till she almost gagged, then pulling back just enough to let her hand go back to it's sperm milking rhythm. Beneath her fingers she swore she could feel the pulse of his jet spraying through his skin tube just before she felt and tasted the salty hot seed exploding into her mouth. "Mmm mmm mmm," she grunted, happily swallowing down spurt after spurt of his man cream, God, there was so much, so much, so fucking much, it was so good, it tasted like raw sex, and the joy of drowning in his hot spunk sent a small orgasm coursing through her body.

It was a big orgasm that was shaking young James on the other side of the wall. His white jet of cream flew across the stall, hitting the opposite wall with the first spurts. On both sides of the stall divider hands worked to wring out every last drop of liquid sex from happily abused penises. 

On Jim's side it meant leaning forward to make sure he didn't mess all over his pants.

On Marla's side it meant finally releasing Sandy's meat from her mouth so she could make a mess all over her face, smearing his goo from chin to cheek to forehead and back to loving mouth.

Jim finally collapsed onto his toilet seat, grabbing a handful of toilet paper to catch his final drops, while trying to catch his breath and muffle his gasps at the same time.

Sandy reached gently under Marla's chin and drew her up to her feet, bending down to kiss her cum-covered lips and taste himself on her slutty tongue while he fumbled his dick back into his pants. 

He reached behind himself and undid the lock and the two stumbled through the door barely keeping their feet; both laughed, then he caught her up and kissed her again. "Mmm, not bad, I guess," he mused, "but not nearly as nice as sweet pussy juice."

Marla giggled, "Well, I don't mind tasting myself on your lips, or fingers, but there's nothing like fresh, hot cum. The taste is so...nasty, so...slutty." 

Sandy grabbed her close, "And you like being nasty...slutty...don't you?"

"Yes, master," then she was kissing him again.

Sandy suddenly broke off their kiss and said, "Shh, do you hear something?"

"Wha? No, just you treating your wife like a whore," she laughed.

Then he was looking over her shoulder with a serious look on his face. "Is someone there?" he demanded. "Come out now."

Marla spun in his arms, a look of shock coming over her cum-painted face.

The door of the next stall slowly opened, revealing a red-faced Jim with pants barely fastened. Marla gasped.

But Sandy relaxed, "Oh, it's just Jim," he said, winking merrily at the young man with a secret signal. Jim relaxed too, 'just more of the fun', he thought.

"Gee, I hope we didn't bother you," Sandy offered.

"Not at all," reassured the grinning man.

"Hope we didn't keep you from 'your business'," the older man said apologetically.

Jim decided to go for it and take a part in this perverted play. "Not at all," he repeated. "In fact you helped with 'my business'."

Speechless and bewildered up until now Marla whispered, "What do you mean?"

"I mean you got me so hot earlier in the store, I had to come down here to relieve myself. No offense, dude," he added to Sandy.

"None taken; she has that effect on lots of people." He squeezed his wife with one arm and when she looked up at him he had a happy, proud smile on his face.

"Well, imagine my delight when the very woman I was fantasizing about shows up in the next stall and gets so deliciously fucked," Jim said bluntly, looking deep into Marla's staring eyes.

"You heard? You listened?" in small voice.

"I wished I could have recorded it," Jim agreed happily. "You were so fucking hot I'd be able to jack off to that tape for years. Hell, I'll still be able to get off just on the memory of it. Again, no offense."

"Hey, man, no problem, I know what you mean. What was the hottest part for you?"

"What!?" Marla looked up at Sandy, finally coming out of the shock of their discovery as she heard her husband discuss her performance like a play or film.

"Marla," quietly but sternly. She fell silent. "If I did a little unintentional sharing of my present I'd at least like to hear how he enjoyed it. I remember you saying you enjoyed being shared and that you especially enjoyed feeling Jim's big cock swell under your touch. Didn't you say that?"

The confused woman stared at the floor. "Marla?" "Yes," she admitted in a low voice. "So tell me, Jim, what did you like?"

"It was all good, man, but that part about the other woman fist-fucking your wife, oh, Christ that was hot."

"Oh, yeah," Sandy growled appreciatively, "fucking hot. How about sucking another girl's pussy while getting fisted? How fucking hot was that?"

"I'll show you how hot," offered Jim. He pushed his stall door wide open and stepped to the side. From where they stood Marla and Sandy could easily see the huge gob of spunk dripping down the side of the wall to a puddle on the floor. The woman mewled under her breath and Sandy laughed, "Fuckin'-ay, dude, looks like you nearly put a hole through the wall."

"Your woman's got that effect on a man," Jim answered with a smile.

"That she has, bro', that she has." He stepped forward, did a high-five with the shoe salesman, then again offered Marla his arm and walked her out of the Men's room. 

11.

Sandy could feel how shaky and unsteady on her feet Marla was, so he kept a tight grip on her arm as they reentered the hallway. They took a step or two, then Marla stopped and began to turn back. "Where you going?" he asked.

She nodded toward the Ladies' room door. "I, I thought I'd wash my face," she said in a confused voice.

The man spun her around to face him and took her shoulders in his strong hands. "Oh, no you don't. That cum is your slut badge of honor and you'll wear it proudly." She looked up with a question in her eyes. "You know what you just did in there, don't you?" She nodded yes, then shook her head no. Looking her straight in the eye he said, "You just made two guys come at the same time. You made two...big...hard...cocks explode and shoot their loads like cannons. Did you see how much spunk Jim sprayed against that wall? And he was just listening to you -- you hot slut."

Marla just made that same small mewling sound she had when she'd seen Jim's prodigious deposit on the wall.

Sandy reached up and smeared the come he'd left on her pretty face across her cheek, scraping one big drop to her mouth where she snapped onto his finger and sucked hungrily. "Too bad Jim had to waste his on the wall, huh? I should have invited him over to empty his load into your mouth the way I did." Marla just sucked harder on his finger. "Would you have liked that, baby, two big loads to swallow?" Marla released his finger and turned her eyes to the floor, too afraid to speak. Sandy put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. "I bet his cock still has a good coating of cum on it, do you want to go back and lick it clean for him?" Marla's eyes grew wide, but still she didn't speak. "Hell," her pimp husband continued, "a young guy like that, I bet he could get it up and give you a fresh load of spunk right now. How about that, Marla? Want to go back in for more?"

Marla's mind was spinning. Was Sandy serious? Did he want her to suck some stranger off in a mall restroom? Or was he testing her? The memory of Jim's big cock swelling in her hand and all that cum dripping down the wall made her knees weak. My God, am I really a slut? Do I really want to feel that strange cock in my mouth and drink that jizz? And what would Sandy do? Would he get mad if Marla really succumbed to his teasing and prodding? No, Marla suspected her loving husband would happily hold her hair out of the way while the young shoe stud fucked his wife's face.

Fortunately (or unfortunately?), just then a family turned the corner into their hallway and headed toward the restrooms. Dad leading two young boys into the Men's and Mom guiding a little girl who obviously needed to go very badly into the Ladies'. Sandy took Marla's arm in his again and started guiding her back into the main mall with a laugh. "Oh, well, maybe next time."

12.

They both got into Sandy's car, leaving Marla's for a return trip. Marla pulled down the sun visor and looked at her face in its lighted mirror. Sandy's cum was drying on her face, still a little shiny. Her face had the hungry, desperate look she recognized from a few women she'd seen in porn films, the ones who looked like they weren't acting any more, but just going crazy with all the fucking. 

"You look great, baby," Sandy declared. "You look so fucking hot I'm tempted to just take you home right now and fuck you some more."

"Why don't you baby? Please? Take me home and fuck me, I want it so bad."

"Me too, my love, me too. But there's more we need to do first and I'm going to stick to my plan. Believe me; it will be worth the wait."

"What plan? What are we waiting for?"

"Now, I told you, no questions. But think for a minute, baby. You've had hot sex in your office, in your car, and in a public restroom. Just imagine what's going to happen when I get you behind closed doors."

Marla trembled all over. My God, think about what he'd done to her in public. There would be nothing to hold him back in private. She trembled again, but in fear or passion she couldn't have told you. "We have to wait?"

He laughed, "Just a little longer my hot slut, just a little longer."

A mile or so away from the mall he pulled into a smaller, rundown strip mall off the main road. "Ho ho, well how about that?" Sandy said happily.

"What?"

"I came here for one reason, but realize we can do something else here too. Hungry? 'Cause I'm famished and I bet that little Mexican joint has some good homemade stuff."

'Hungry? She just wanted to go home and fuck, but...actually she hadn't eaten anything (other than Sandy's semen) since breakfast and the thought of some good Mexican food got her stomach rumbling right away. "A little, I guess."

"Excellent. You'll need to keep your strength up for the rest of the day, wouldn't want you passing out from hunger right in the middle of the fun," he laughed, pulling into a parking spot right in front of "Madre Anna's" -- "The Real Taste of Old Mexico."




Surprise Party Pt. 04



They had arrived in between the lunch and dinner crowds and so had the place to themselves. The chips and salsa they were served while waiting for their meals were hot and tasty, obviously nothing out of a bag or jar here at Madre Anna's. Marla sipped her ice tea to cut the burn from the tangy salsa. She nearly choked on it with Sandy's next words.

"I can really see my cum on your face with the sun hitting you that way...so fucking hot!" He laughed when she almost spit up her drink and said, "Don't worry, baby, it's only because I know what it is. It's just some clear, shiny patches most people won't even notice -- unless we run into more of the kind of people we've had so much fun with today. Somehow I suspect Angie would know what it is right away, and Beth too from what you said."

Marla took another sip to clear her throat, then she had to smile too. "And the girls in Victoria's Secret? I thought I was going to lose it when that one little whore sniffed her finger after squeezing my panties. And you, you dirty old man, throwing my unmentionables up there fore everyone to see? What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking how hot my wife is and that everyone else should know it too. I was also throwing bait into the water, helping you see just how many horny people are surrounding us everyday."

"You're sure right about that," she agreed. "Is there always this much sex in the air and I just haven't noticed?"

"Now that your sex radar has been turned on you're going to notice it alright. Half the people you see on the street are probably thinking about fucking you, baby."

She laughed, "Well that will certainly make me feel comfortable as I walk around. What about you? Obviously your sex radar is very well tuned. Have you been going around teasing horny women or pulling a 'Jim' with some slut in a Men's room?"

Sandy leaned forward toward her. "Marla," he said in his Master voice. "Who has the power?"

"You do," she said in a hypnotized voice.

"That's right, and power is only good if you use it." Then he sat back, making room for the waiter who'd arrived with their meals.

She'd really been looking forward to her enchilada, but now her mind was preoccupied with Sandy's comment. Did he mean that he had been out using his power? Out picking up horny bitches in malls?

"Mm, this is good," he said around a mouthful of burrito. "Baby, you're not eating? Try it, it's great."

Mechanically she cut off a piece and placed it in her mouth, but didn't really taste it. Had some other woman sucked him off in a Men's room? Had he sucked some other woman's pussy to climax in her office?

Sandy leaned forward again. "Marla? Remember what I said about cheating earlier?" She wasn't sure, what had he said? "It's not cheating if the other person knows about it and agrees to it. When I married you I knew I was giving up my wild man days and all the loose pussy I used to tap. But I was happy to do it because I believe in our marriage." She smiled goofily and the taste came back into her mouth. "So, no, I haven't cheated on you. Well, maybe teased a few horny wenches, but that's all," he laughed. She laughed too, he'd always been a flirt -- she couldn't expect that to change.

His voice dropped in tone again as he went on. "So, if you'd gone back into that Men's room and licked young Jim's cock clean or sucked him off to another climax, that wouldn't have been cheating, would it?"

Eyes wide and heart beating, "N-no?"

"No. All that cum he sprayed on the wall, I know you would have gobbled it down, wouldn't you?"

"I, I..."

"Love sucking cock? Love drinking cum?"

Her face flushed red, but she couldn't turn away from his burning gaze. "Yes."

"So the next time some young stud let's you know he'd like to have a party in your mouth you can say, yes, if you want to. You understand?"

Softly. "Yes."

"What's the only thing you have to do to make it not be cheating?"

She thought for a moment. "Tell you?"

He smiled at her like a proud professor with a favorite pupil. "Tell me, tell me all about it. I may spank you for it or I may just fuck the hell out of you, but you'll tell me about it, won't you?"

"Yesss."

"And if some horny salesgirl or lonely housewife begs to suck my cock, what should I do?"

Marla imagined it, Sandy with another woman? Sandy fucking some stranger's face? Fucking it hard, fucking it while Marla held the woman steady, held the woman down so Sandy could have his way with her! Suddenly she was ravenous and took a big bite of her food. Chewing rapidly, mouth full, she answered forcefully, "Fuck her slut mouth, give her so much spunk she's choking on it, make her happy!"

Sandy laughed wickedly and so did Marla. She slipped off a shoe and massaged her husband's crotch with her toes the way she had the shoe stud. They both dug into their food with good appetite, making quick work of their meals.

When they stood up to pay their bill, Marla saw Sandy's cock clearly straining against his pants. He didn't make any move to cover it up and Marla didn't want him to, she wanted the waiter to know what she'd done to her man. The poor young Mexican kid looked flustered as he rang them up. Yes, he'd noticed the gringo had a hard on, but he was really more interested in the white slut's tits, those fucking big tits were heaving up and down with her heavy breathing.

Sandy noticed where the kid was looking and smiled. "What's your name?" he asked the bedazzled youth. 

'Oh, shit', Jose thought, 'is he going to kick my ass for staring at his wife?' "Jose," he answered in a whisper.

"Well, Jose, that was some damn fine food and you did a good job serving it. I was going to leave you a couple of bucks for a tip, but how would you like to see my wife's tits instead?"

Marla's mind was thinking, 'He got me again!', but her hands seemed to be in Sandy's control as she reached up and squeezed her hot globes at the boy.

"Tits?" Jose stammered, not really answering, but asking.

"Tits it is," Sandy declared happily, turning to Marla.

Swiftly the woman undid her blouse, stroking her hand across the bra-covered mounds. Then she yanked the bra up, exposing her round, white tits with their big, brown, swollen nipples. Slowly she cupped the magnificent mounds of flesh, pinching each sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger.

Jose's jaw dropped open and, Sandy noticed, so did the cook's in the back who was watching the action through the food service window. And hot action it was, Marla was really going for it. The hypercharged woman released her breasts, but kept hold of the nipples, pulling them out away from her chest until she whimpered in painful pleasure, then she let them snap back.

Jose, Sandy and the cook all groaned.

Finally, grabbing a tit in each hand she forced them up and together, then leaned her head down and licked each of the hot brown tips with a moan. Then with a sultry smile she pulled her brassiere back in place and buttoned the bottom three blouse buttons, leaving the bra and cleavage clearly exposed. "We really enjoyed it here," she purred to the stunned boy. "I'm sure we'll be back again, real soon." Then she was putting her arm out and Sandy took it with a laugh, walking her out in their new trademark style.

The door hadn't closed all the way behind them when the cook came running out of the kitchen and grabbed Jose, "A Dios mio! I love this fucking country."

Smiling dopily, Jose agreed, "God bless America!" 



Surprise Party Pt. 05



13.

Outside the restaurant Marla blew out a big breath and Sandy broke out laughing as he gathered her up in his arms, "Oh, baby, you're incredible, that was great!"

"So I did good, huh?" with a wink.

"Fuckin-ay, your training's going better than I ever hoped."

She squealed, pushed him up against the wall and hit him on the chest, "My training?! My training?"

He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so now she had her back up against the wall, then he grabbed her tits and leaned in close. "Your slut training. You've always has these wild thoughts, but now you're learning how to act on your fantasies." He pinched her nipples just as she'd done in the restaurant. Squeezing them tightly he asked, "Are you enjoying your training?"

Her eyes closed as she swooned from the wonderful pain in her breasts. In a breathless voice she answered, "Yes, yes. Teach me more."

He released her nipples, but continued to crush each breast in a strong hand as he leaned in and gave her a deep, probing kiss. "Oh, believe me," he said staring into her gleaming eyes, "there are many more good lessons yet to come. Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes! Take me home and train me."

"Just one more stop to make," he replied. "Remember I said there were two things we needed to do in this shopping center." He released her breasts, took her arm and guided her down the sidewalk.

Looking ahead she saw a liquor store. "Oh, are we picking up some wine?"

"No, there won't be much drinking today; nothing happens because someone's drunk and loses control. Everything that happens to you will be because you want it to happen and I know you want it to happen because you gave all control over to me."

A little anxiety made Marla burst out, "Oh, Sandy, are you going to hurt me?" She immediately bit her lip, knowing she'd spoken out of turn.

Sandy gave her a look, but decided to let this one slide. "Did it hurt when I pinched your nipples?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Did it hurt when I swatted your bare ass in the mall?"

Her face flushed at the memory. "Yes..."

"Yes, I'm going to hurt you some more. Do you want me to stop?"

He could just barely hear her answer. "No."

He stopped and faced her. "Did it hurt when you pulled your nipples out at that waiter?"

"Yes."

"Do it again, pinch your nipples until they hurt."

Marla immediately grabbed her nubs, but it was hard to get a good grip through her bra. Her blouse was already half undone, so she just reached inside and lifted the bra above her breasts like she'd done for Jose. The hot brown nuggets were jutting out like pencil erasers and she pinched each one between thumb and forefinger and started squeezing. Her eyes closed and soon a high pitched whine started in the back of her throat. "Harder," her master commanded.

"Oooh, mmmmm, uh, uh, uh," she panted and moaned. Her knees felt weak and she took a step back, leaning on the wall, but not releasing her tight grip.

"Now twist and release."

She gave each sensitive nub a vicious twist before letting them go and collapsing against the wall gasping. Her instinct was to cover the poor abused nuggets with her hands, but even without being told she knew that wasn't what Sandy wanted so she just placed her palms flat against the brick behind her. Her tits thrust through the half open blouse as her chest heaved, the nipples an angry red and standing out even farther than before.

Sandy leaned down and dragged his tongue across one of the abused cherries. Marla let out half a scream before biting on her hand to quiet the noise. Then he moved to the other breast and sucked the globe into his mouth, attacking the sore nipple with his tongue. Again she screamed into her hand as pain shot through her, shot from her nipple to her clit like an electric charge and suddenly her pussy was flowing with juices.

Her loving husband raised his head and looked at her with fire in his eyes while she whimpered around her hand, struggling to catch her breath. Finally he reached in and gently pulled her bra back over her fuck handles. In a low, throaty voice he said, "Those are going to bruise. And when they do I'm going to tit fuck you. And the bruises won't make me feel sorry for you, they'll make me want to fuck you harder."

"Fuck me harder," she agreed. "Bruise me more with your hard fucking." Then they were desperately grabbing each other and kissing like overworked teenagers.

They didn't break it off until Marla happened to open her eyes and saw some real teenagers staring at them from in front of the liquor store. She moved her kisses to the side of Sandy's face and whispered in his ear, "We have an audience."

Sandy turned to look at the grinning kids, two boys and a girl. He turned back to Marla with a smile, gave her his arm and walked toward the youngsters. The bold young rats just smiled more and Sandy smelled the sweet scent of marijuana, 'Ah', he thought. The older couple stopped in front of the kids and Sandy asked with a smile, "Playing hooky? Why not in school?"

The taller of the two boys answered, "We thought we'd learn more from the Sex Ed class you two were giving." The girl gasped and then she and the other boy giggled.

Sandy laughed at the kid's quick wit and said, "Well we're always happy to help young people who are eager to learn."

The boy laughed too, then said, "Hey, if you really want to help us out, how about buying a six-pack for us in there?" tilting his head toward the liquor store.

Sniffing the air, Marla said with a smile, "You sure you really need beer, seems like you're doing okay already."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately all our other 'refreshments' are finished, so a couple of beers will have to do. Unfortunately, being old enough to vote in this state doesn't make you old enough to buy beer."

"Who's driving?" asked Sandy.

"No one," answered the shorter boy. "Too many fucking cops cruising around to risk getting busted – we party on foot."

"Excellent. Because of your common sense party plan I'll be glad to get you some refreshments."

The teens all smiled and the quick-witted one handed over a $5 bill, "Thanks, man."

Sandy and Marla walked into the small store and Sandy headed back to the beer cooler while Marla waited by the checkout stand.

When they came back out Sandy handed the bag with the beer to the tall boy. Marla handed a smaller bag to the girl and said, "Use these or the beer, but not both."

"Huh? What is it?" She reached in the bag and brought out a small box. It took her a second to register what they were. "Rubbers?!" she squealed. The two boys' jaws just dropped open.

"Like I said, use one or the other, the beer OR the rubbers. If they have to get you drunk, or you have to be drunk to fuck them, then you shouldn't be fucking them. But if you are going to, then make sure you're protected. No accidents either way, right?"

The girl had gone bright red and even the tall smart alec was speechless. "You think I'm going to...? That I would..."

Marla reached out a hand and tousled the short boy's long, stringy hair. "Well, this one does need a haircut, but otherwise they're pretty cute." She nodded her head, "Yep, I'd fuck 'em." Then squinting at the two slack mouthed boys she said, "If they know how to treat a girl right before, during And after, that is. Swinging dicks who act like dickheads aren't worth a woman's time. Well, you kids have a good time and keep thinking smart, like about the car." With that she linked her arm through Sandy's and the two once again left stunned and horny people in their wake.

A few steps away Sandy said, "Well done, my love."

"Our good deed for the day," agreed Marla, then both broke out laughing, squeezing their arms tighter together.

14.

A few steps farther down Sandy pulled Marla to a stop in front of a shop door. She'd thought they were walking in front of an empty store since the picture windows were blacked out, but now she noticed the words 'Pleasure Emporium' painted in purple on the black window of the door. Below that was a white sticker saying, 'No one under 21 admitted.' "What is this place?" she asked.

Pulling the door open and waving her in Sandy answered with a smile, "Why, your friendly neighborhood porn shop and sex store." She turned her head up at him with eyes and mouth in wide 'O's and he gave her a gentle nudge on the hip to keep her moving into the store. They dodged through some hanging beads and entered a dimly lit shop that smelled of burning incense.

Once through the beads Sandy stopped alongside as Marla scanned the scene in front of her. In racks across the floor were rows and rows of videotapes and DVDs. More ran along shelves on the side and back of the store. Over there was a spinning paperback rack filled with books; behind it were magazine racks. On the other wall was a pegboard with all sorts of objects hanging from hooks. Some racks in front of the wall seemed to hold clothing.

Marla laughed and turned to face Sandy. "After all I've been through today did you really think a dirty book store would shock me?"

"Don't think of it as a dirty book store," he replied in his most professor-like voice. "Think of it as a school supply store." Seeing the question on her face he continued. "If you'll remember, someone still has some lessons and training ahead of her." Marla nodded dumbly. "Well, here we'll find some of the things we need to get the most out of those lessons. Come."

He strode off toward the pegboard wall and Marla scurried after, looking nervously around the room again. 'I'm the only woman in here,' she realized. 'Not really surprising though, is it? Whoa, there is another woman here!' Behind the counter, lazily smoking a cigarette was a young girl, maybe college age. 'What's a hot chick like that doing working in a place like this? Poor kid,' Marla thought.

By then she'd caught up to Sandy and could see that the wall held a wide assortment of sex toys and gadgets. Her mouth went dry. Sandy picked up a hand basket from a pile on the floor and handed it to Marla. "Hold that, will you, baby?"

He reached up and pulled some kind of pink thing off the wall and dropped it in her basket. Looking down Marla saw it was a satin blindfold. "Blindfold?" she asked in a small voice.

Sandy turned back to her with something else to add to the basket. "Blind trust." He stared into her eyes, "You trust me, right?"

She gulped. "Yes," she whispered. Looking down at his second selection she saw more pink satin material – long sashes they looked like. 'Strong and Soft' the package proclaimed. 'Gentle Bondage' it promised. Marla gulped again. He was going to blindfold her and tie her up? That was scary. But then why was her pussy starting to tingle again? Marla closed her eyes and saw an image of herself blindfolded and struggling against her bonds as Jim and Jose played with her tits. Her eyes flew open, Jim and Jose!? Oh fuck, Sandy really had turned her into a slut.

Now Sandy was holding a small package in front of her. "Hm, I hadn't planned on these, but after your hot titty twisting in the restaurant and outside, maybe you'd like to add them to our list?"

Marla focused and read the package in front of her. 'Nipple-Pins'. Two rubber coated spring clips were connected by a chain. The picture had a cartoon of a huge-breasted woman with the clips on her nipples and the chain between her teeth. A jolt went through Marla's nipples like it had outside, but her face was uncertain. Sandy put them back on the hook, "Maybe next time," he mused.

Now they were at the section of the wall with the dildoes and vibrators; Marla couldn't believe how many different kinds there were. Sandy reached up and took down two shrink-wrapped dildoes. They were both huge, life-like rubber cocks. "9 Thick Inches!" screamed the labels. Molded veins ran the length of the monsters, from balls at one end to blunt heads big as large plums. The only difference was that one was pink, the other black. "Have you ever fucked a black man, baby?" Marla could only shake her head no, staring at the club in her husband's hand. "Okay, big black cock it is," and dropped the black dildo in the basket. 'He expected her to put that thing inside of her?! He expected her to take this fucking monster inside her pussy? Big fucking monster forcing its way into her tight, wet pussy?' Hypnotized, Marla reached into the basket and touched the obscene black toy. Picking it up she suddenly found herself flashing back to the shoe store, 'Was Jim's cock this big?' She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of the latex rod in her hand and the memory of the young guy's bulge through his pants. My God, he may have been this big. She squeezed the toy hard, the way she had the shoe salesman. Then she was remembering all the cum that the salesman had sprayed on the bathroom wall while listening to her fuck and suck her husband.

Suddenly Sandy's hand was grabbing her arm tightly. "Marla, are you alright? You look like you're going to pass out." She shook her head and opened her eyes, breathing deeply to calm her jagged nerves. "No, I'm okay, it's just stuffy in here."

"Okay, we're almost done," he promised, then he turned away with a sly smile on his face. He knew 'swooning' when he saw it and he had also seen the way she was clutching the big black dildo.

"Just two more teaching aids should do it," he declared, taking two more packages from the wall. One was a string of small balls strung together like some kind of necklace or something. The other was another dildo, but short, smooth and slender; not at all like the big, bumpy, black monster. He held the more delicate dildo in front of her. "This one's for your ass," he explained, then dropped the package into the basket. "And these balls we're going to shove all up into your hot cunt, then pull them out, one...at...a...time. We can also play that game in your ass, but I'll let you decide, how about that?"

Marla was speechless, but her cunny was twitching with the thought of the abuse Sandy had planed for her.

"Okay, just one more thing," he said happily, taking the basket from her. "Let's go pick out a video." He took her elbow and turned her back toward the rows of pornos. She could see each section was labeled like in a regular video store, only instead of Action, Adventure and Romance she saw Bondage, Amateur and Gangbang. 

"Baby," she moaned, "I don't need any video to get in the mood. Hell, if I was any more in the mood I'd fuck you right here."

He wrapped an arm around her and nuzzled her cheek. "Hmm, that is an idea, but I'll wait until I get you home." She looked at him crossly and he laughed. "You're right baby, we don't need a video tonight, but it's not for tonight, it's for some other time in the future. I just want you to pick it out now while you're feeling hornier and nastier than you ever have before. Pick out as many as you like. Hell, they say you shouldn't go grocery shopping when you're hungry, but I think porn shopping when you're horny makes perfect sense. Go ahead, baby, what kind of nastiness are you in the mood for?"

Marla started looking at the video boxes with a different eye. The boxes all jumped out with graphic photos that enflamed her mind. Girl on girl, guy on guy, fancy professional films, cheap homeshot videos, facial cum shots, all anal, teenagers, old people... Marla found herself drawn to the Amateur section; she wanted to see real people, not actresses paid to fake it. A lot of cheap packaging here, but there was a box that caught her eye with a high quality photo on the front, two women on their knees surrounded by a dozen or more guys. The men you could only see from the chest down, all naked, all sporting erections of various shapes and sizes. The two women were smiling directly at the camera, each holding two hard cocks in her hands, other cocks pressing against their cheeks. "Like MILF, Like Daughter" said the title. In medium print alongside the main picture, "Mom teaches daughter how to gangbang." Marla flipped the box over and read, "Carly's teenage slut adventures left her with baby Cindy, and now, 18 years later, Carly's introducing her baby girl to her mom's wild sex life." And, "Cindy's an eager student; watch as Mom teaches her how to take two cocks into her ass at the same time and a whole lot more." There were a series of images from the movie scattered over the back. In one, the women were cheek to cheek as two hard cocks poked in front of their lips. 'My God,' Marla thought looking at the women. 'It's true', it really is her mom.' The similarity between the two was obvious and since Carly had apparently only been a teenager herself when she got pregnant with Cindy she was still hot and sexy, the two almost could have been sisters. In another photo Carly was pulling apart her daughter's ass cheeks while a huge cock forced its way into her tiny butthole. Marla gasped and gulped.

"Like that one?" Sandy whispered in her ear. She jumped. 

"I – I, what's a MILF?" she said lamely, trying to cover her excitement.

"Mom's I'd Like to Fuck", answered Sandy. "It's usually the 'fuck your best friend's mother fantasy." Looking at the picture on the front he whistled, "That is definitely a MILF."

"She's teaching her daughter to be a slut," Marla said in awe.

"Like I'm teaching you, huh?" Marla blushed, but nodded. "Gee, I wonder what your mom would think if she saw you in here – or in your office – or in the shoe store – or..."

It was like she was someone else, it couldn't really be her saying, "I think she'd like slut training." Marla's mouth snapped shut with a click.

"Well, well. Your mom's, what, about 50? But looking good. Yeah, she could still be a MILF." Marla giggled nervously. "But who would do her training?" Sandy continued. "Me – or you?" Marla groaned.

"I think it's time to take you home now," he said in a deep voice.

They walked to the front of the store and put their shopping basket on the counter, 'Like MILF, Like Daughter' on top. The sales clerk rang up each item and put it in a plain white plastic bag. Sandy looked at some of the items under the glass top of the counter and asked the young woman, "Which of these sex lubes is best?" Marla turned her eyes to the floor.

The girl smiled and took a tube and a jar from under the counter. "Well, if I was going to be trying to shove that black mamba into my twat I'd use the Jaxon's Sex Butter" she said while holding up the jar. Marla looked up in wonder. "On the other hand, if I was going to be doing a lot of fucking, say, pulling a train," Marla's eyes got even wider, "then I'd want this HappyTime Gel so I could get lubed up quick and easy." She stared straight into Marla's eyes a moment, then turned to Sandy. "So," she asked with a wicked smile, "what kind of action are we looking at tonight?"

Sandy's answering smile was just as evil. "We'll take both." The girl laughed as she took his credit card and rang up the sale.

As they turned to leave the counter girl said, "Have fun, honey, but remember..." Marla turned back. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Then she added with a wink, "But of course, there isn't anything I wouldn't do."

15.

Sandy climbed behind the wheel and Marla immediately slid across and into his arms; the two disappeared in a desperately horny kiss. Finally he pushed her away and inserted the key in the ignition. "Home," was all he said as he turned the engine over.

"Now," Marla answered with a low growl. While he tried to concentrate on backing out of their parking spot she was getting his zipper open and working his hard cock loose from its restraints. As soon as the hot meat was poking through his fly she dropped on it like a hungry dog, swallowing the tube steak in one gulp. Sandy hit the brakes and closed his eyes for a moment to regain his mental balance. A horn honk from behind brought him back to the real world, somebody was waiting for him to get moving through the small parking lot. Sandy slipped it into drive and carefully guided them onto the streets toward home, Marla's head bobbing busily up and down in his lap.




Surprise Party Pt. 05



Fortunately it wasn't too far and Sandy somehow made it into their driveway without hitting anything or anyone. Turning off the engine he leaned back in his seat and relished the intensity with which his wife pistoned up and down onto his iron rod. It was almost explosion time when Sandy noticed movement across the front yard. Johnny, the neighborhood teen who cut their grass had just pushed his lawnmower into their yard. The kid raised his hand in greeting just as Sandy filled Marla's gulping mouth with another helping of his hot seed.

Since he came so hard earlier in the mall bathroom, his load was not as full as before and his wife was able to happily swallow all his man cream, except for a tongue full she kept in her mouth. She raised her head out of his lap with a big smile and then opened her mouth to show what she had inside. She stuck out her tongue with its coating of spunk and then theatrically pulled it back in and swallowed her treasure with a big gulp and an appreciative, "Mmmmm." As she was sensuously licking her lips her eyes suddenly went wide in shock as they finally focused beyond her husband and saw Johnny Taylor walking up to the car.

Sandy grinned hugely at her; then rolled down his window. "Hey, Johnny, how's it going?"

"Good, Mr. Carson," the boy answered as he put his hand on the edge of the window and leaned down. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Carson, I didn't see you there," he added when he caught sight of Marla.

'Thank, God,' she thought to herself, desperately hoping no telltale white cream still clung to her lips. "Hi, Johnny," she squeaked.

"So what's up, Johnny?" asked Sandy.

Johnny was struck by Marla's almost guilty look, as if he had caught her doing something she shouldn't. It also struck him that the hot MILF looked even foxier than usual. He mentally shook his head and broke off his stare, in time, he hoped. "Not much," he answered. "I was just going to do your lawn, but you're home earlier than usual. Would you like me to come back another time?"

"No, it's no problem. No time like the present, right? Let 'er rip."

"Okay, I'll be out of here in a half hour or so. See you later, Mrs. Carson, bye, Mr. Carson." Johnny turned back toward his lawnmower.

Sandy laughed when he saw the look of anxiety on Marla's face. "Relax, baby, he didn't even know you were in the car, so he certainly didn't see that wonderful blowjob." Marla grimaced and flushed. "But I'm sure he would have loved it – although not as much as I did."

Marla punched his shoulder. "Strangers in the mall is one thing, but I don't want to be picked up for corrupting neighborhood kids."

Still laughing, Sandy fake-rubbed his 'sore' shoulder. "Well, I don't know about the kid part with Johnny. That's not the scrawny 14-year old who started cutting our lawn all those years ago. He's a senior in high school now, isn't he? He's probably already 18." 

"Even so, it's probably better if he isn't gossiping with the other neighborhood teens about Mrs. Carson giving Mr. Carson head in the driveway."

"Hmm. Yeah, you're probably right," he laughed. Sandy grabbed the Pleasure Emporium bag from the back seat and got out of the car. 

Johnny very slowly pushed his mower forward as he watched the hot woman walk to the front door. He had never seen her in such a sexy outfit before and hoped his big sunglasses kept them from seeing how he was ogling those long legs and big tits. Mr. Carson unlocked the door, and then turned to wave goodbye to Johnny, causing the guilty teen to stumble. Mrs. Carson raised her hand in farewell as the boy caught himself in time to watch that fantastic ass bounce through the door.

16.

Closing the door behind her, Marla collapsed against it. "Wow, that was close." 

Sandy took her in his strong arms and pulled her tight. "That last part was an unexpected surprise, but not a problem." "The part just before it, however," he growled, "was amazing." He pressed his lips to hers and stroked her hair. She slowly responded, returning his kiss. The passion climbed and soon their tongues were wrestling.

Marla pulled back a little and gave him a wicked smile. "I'm just glad he didn't show up any sooner and prevent me from my second helping of your delicious cum." She leaned back in and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. "Can you taste it?" she breathed as they separated again.

"Yes. Nowhere near as good as your sweet pussy, but it tastes sexy in your hot mouth." They kissed some more.

"You said you would have liked to see me suck Danforth Jim's cock," she challenged. "Would you have kissed me like this afterwards?"

"Ho ho," he laughed. "Well, my darling, I'm afraid that if that is your fantasy I am going to have to disappoint you. The idea of you sucking and fucking my cock and another is exciting, but it's always about us on you, never us on each other."

"But you thought it would be just fine if I got down with Beth or Angie. You big hypocrite," she smiled.

"You got me there," he admitted. "I would love to see another woman eat you and you to eat her, but the idea of guy on guy sex does not compute for me; if I was a woman I'm sure I'd be a lesbian."

"And if don't want to eat another woman?"

Sandy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then looked deep into her eyes. "I've already made you do a lot of things today that you probably never would have agreed to if I had asked you ahead of time, haven't I?"

Softly, "Yes."

"I'm going to surprise you with more things like that, more things I think you will enjoy even if you can't imagine them now. But I'll make you a deal; if you really do not like something then I won't make you do it. Only fair I guess if I'll only eat my own creampie out of your pussy." They both laughed and she hugged him tight.

"Thank you, baby," she purred. Then she pouted, "Are you sure you won't let me watch you suck another guy's cock?"

He laughed. "Yeah, pretty damn sure."

She dropped to her knees in front of him, reached through his still open fly, pulled his shrinking cock back out and took it in her mouth. He moaned from the sensation of her sucking him clean. She released him and said, "But it tastes so good." She took him back inside and her talented mouth made his joint twitch with life despite its recent explosion. "And it feels so good when it grows in my mouth." Again she swallowed him whole, then backed off and sucked on just the head. Cupping his balls in one hand and stroking his shaft with the other, she rubbed the soft knob across her smiling lips. "But don't worry, baby," she said with a laugh in her voice, "seeing a dick in your mouth just doesn't compute for me either. But this sure as hell does," and she sucked him again.

Suddenly, he grabbed her head and yanked back from her seeking mouth. "Okay," he gasped. "That's enough for now." Grabbing the backs of his thighs for leverage Marla tried to catch his meat with her full, dick-sucking lips. With a laugh Sandy put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. Marla settled on her bottom with a frustrated look.

"Oh, don't you worry," he soothed. "You'll have more cock in your mouth soon. But remember, baby, it's still early, plus we have all day tomorrow and don't have to do anything Saturday until your 'official' party at 7:00. We're going to pace ourselves so we get the most out of all that free time." Her look changed from frustration to anticipation. "Right now I want you to go draw a hot bubble bath and climb in."

"And what will you be doing?" she said with a sexy edge.

Suddenly he stepped forward, grabbed a handful of hair and bent her head back. "What will I be doing?" he demanded with a snarl.

Marla's eyes flew open in fear, then excitement. "Whatever you want?"

"That's right." He released her hair and his hand slid to her cheek, cradling it gently. "I have my present in my house behind closed doors. It's time for some more training."

"Yes, Master," she sighed happily as the slow burn returned to her pussy.

"Bubble bath," he said simply and she hustled to her feet and headed down the hallway to their bedroom and the master bath.

He walked into the kitchen, bent over the sink and splashed cold water on his face. Some deep breaths as he wiped dry with a dish towel and he was ready to consider his next move. He stared at the wall phone just a moment before picking it up and punching in a number. A few words passed, then he was hanging up with a wicked smile. Humming happily he selected a bottle of red wine from the wine rack and pulled the cork. He carried the bottle and a couple of glasses in one hand, snatched up the bag of sex toys as he passed through the living room, then headed to the back of the house after Marla.

When he got to their bedroom Marla was nowhere in sight, but the door to the master bath was open and he could hear the tub filling at full stream. He put the wine and glasses on the dresser, reached into the Pleasure Emporium bag and laid the DVD on the dresser too. Then all the other 'teaching aides' they'd bought came out of the bag and then their wrappers. The blindfold and binding cloths were laid on the bed, the sex lubes on the nightstand, the dildoes and love beads went back into the bag. Sandy made his second visit of the day to Marla's sexy lingerie drawer and laid her next costume on the bed next to the bondage cloths. Finally, his own clothes were coming off and going into the hamper, the shoes tossed behind the bedroom door.

Slowly he walked into the bathroom, wine in one hand, sex bag in the other. He leaned against the door frame to scope out the situation. Marla was leaning back in their big bathtub smiling at him, the water and bubbles just coming up to the bottom of her breasts, but rising.

Returning her smile he crossed the room, placed the wine glasses on the wide ledge of the tub and filled each one. From the plastic bag he pulled each toy out one at a time, dropping them into the water. The big black cock came out last and made an impressive splash as he tossed it in right above his wife's thrumming crotch. She jumped and giggled nervously. He turned off the faucet and eased himself into the wonderfully hot water, settling behind Marla with his legs on either side of her. He took up the glasses of wine and handed one to the hot woman leaning back against his chest. They clinked their glasses in a toast. "Happy Birthday, my love," he purred, kissing her ear.



Surprise Party Surprise



It had been a couple of years since my marriage broke up, and the woman I was dating told me that we were going to a party. I thought a party is just what we need, as it has been a hard week and would be nice to let our hair down. We arrived and before I got out of the car, she said she had to tell me something. I was not prepared to hear that this was a clothing optional party, but I thought what the hell I am game....

As we got to the door we could hear the party, not a really loud party but you could tell people were enjoying them selves. The door opened and there stood the most beautiful full figured woman clad in a little teddy that just barely covered, well barely covered anything. Shari my Date introduce her, Laura this is Andy, Andy this is Laura, and I could barely keep my eyes from her beautiful DD breasts with her large nipples pushing through the shear teddy material. She was a Redhead with green eyes and a fiery red patch on her camel toe. I was tongue-tie and started getting a hard on just seeing her. She smiles, starting at the growing hard on pushing up a tent in my shorts. What a lovely way to tell me you enjoy meeting me she said. She and Shari Laugh and Shari told Luria that she just might get lucky and see more of Andy later; she winked and smiled, as did Laura.

The way they had laughed and winked shot thoughts through my brain, you have to get control of your hard on before you go in there, fighting with all my self control it began to return to normal, I was feel relieved I had things under control. We entered the house and there were many couples lots of women in see through nighties or just plain naked, instant hard on, and our host Laura seeing my rock hard cock pressing against my pants, started calling these beautiful women over to introduce me. Both Laura and Shari shared a devilish smile as they introduced me to the group of ladies. I could tell they all had there eyes on my crotch. I felt my face getting hot, I was blushing.

I had not blushed this bad since my mom came in and caught me masturbating in the bathroom. Laura told the girls, WOMEN, that it was my first time here and she need to show me around, they could find me later and talk; she said it with a wink as she licked her lips and lead me away. As we went into the rest of the house I could here low gowns and moans from different rooms. On the door were little signs "Screamers Please Bite the pillow" I looked a Shari and she just smiled, Laura referred to them as playrooms, we went into the dinner room, well she called it a group room. There were several couples going at it. One woman was giving a man a blowjob as some other guy had is hard cock up her pussy and a woman was using her mouth on this gal clit, all at the same time. I looked at Shari and said with a smile, this is a bit more than a clothing optional party.

Shari looked at me with those black eyes and sweet smile and said I thought you needed to have a treat, and I was not sure you would come if I just told you that it was a swinger's party. I hope you are not to cross with me. That devilish smile and sparking eyes new the answer but she asked just to tease me. I reached over and kissed her deeply I put my hand down between her legs and was surprised to find her jeans soaking wet. She grabs my throbbing cock, still in my pants, with one hand and Laura with the other and led us into a PLAY ROOM.

Shari and Laura started undressing me slowly teasingly Laura unzipped my jeans with a slow sensual movement all the while rubbing those beautiful soft DD breast of her down my bare chest, I could feel her hard nipples being slowly rubbed against my bare skin. Needless to say my cock being rock hard sprang from it confinement and stool proud. Laura smiled and just said Oh a big lollipop and started licking me softly with the tip of her soft warm wet tongue. Hmmmmm I like the flavor of this lollipop. Mean while Shari had stripped and was whispering in Laura's ears. They looked at each other and lead me to the bed, Shari said that she was going to use her mouth on Laura and I was to take Laura from behind. She began to kiss Laura and worked her way down to Laura's soft red hair covered mound. Laura's breathing increased and she arched up to meet Shari soft wet tongue as she did Shari look at me and motioned me to start playing with Laura. I looked down and at this beautiful redhead, which was sucking my cock. She had her nose buried against my pubic bone as she swallowed my entire cock. She told me not just yet I want to taste you first. Shari heard this too and so she moved her ass so I could play with her pussy as well. God this was feeling so good I knew I was not going to hold out long. I told Laura to slow down she was going to suck the cum out of me too soon, she just smiled, still with my cock in her mouth and said that's the idea so give it to me, My body was now out of control I could feel the sperm moving up from my balls and my cock was getting harder than I thought possible.

Sensing my pending eruption Laura locked her lips around my cock even harder my hips shot forward and I shot load after load of hot cum in her mouth. She gulped quickly to keep up but did not spill a drop. As I was, Cuming so was She as Shari had keep pace with me and gave Laura spasm after spasm running through her now drenched pussy. As I collapsed back on the bed, Laura continued to hold on my now spent cock. She teasingly keeps licking the head of my cock, which by now was incredibly sensitive. I said OK OK I give I need a little break. The girls smiled and gave a little laugh but allowed me to lay back and watch them.

Not only did Laura have big firm DD breasts but also her ass was perfectly shaped. As I watched her going up and down on Laura her ass, seem to be pleading for attention. I placed my hands on her checks and slowly rubbed her pussy. She started to flow that sweet thick pussy fluid. The musk was heavenly. She positioned her ass so I had complete access and I started using my tongue. I ran it over her cheeks and worked my way to her honey pot. She shuddered as my tongue pressed against the outer lips. She tried to push up so my tongue would enter her, but I was not in any hurry so I ran my tongue around and around as she got wetter and wetter. Shari asked me in a low sweet voice if I was going to just tease her all night or was I going to allow her pussy to have my thick 8-inch cock. Laura looked up at me and I smiled at her as I placed the head of my ridged cock at the entrance of her hot wet pussy. I rubbed it back and forth, as she moaned and pushed back.

I felt my cock enter and she shuddered and moaned put it all in. I slid it in slowly all the time she was hit with waves of small quakes and pussy juices flowing like a waterfall. She was so wet that it ran down her legs down my cock and into Laura mouth. I was unaware of just when Laura had switched form getting her pussy pleasured to being between Laura's legs and licking her juices from Laura's pussy lips and my balls but it felt wonderful. Laura told Shari that she was a luck woman to have access to this cock whenever she liked. Laura told Shari that it had filled her pussy so full that she could not hold off Cuming for long. Then she began to build a great orgasm yelling harder faster yes yes OH god I am Cuming. I felt her pussy milking my cock and I lost it. My cock seem to swell up bigger that it possibly could, the cum built up so fast it almost hurt as I shot load after load into this beautiful woman. Shari seeing that I was Cuming grabbed my cock from Laura's pussy and shoved it in her mouth just in time to get the last few hard shots she milked every last drop and Shari leaned over to kiss Laura. Shari had saved some of Andy's seed and shared it with Laura Hmmmmm they both said. Andy collapsed looking at these two beautiful women and with a satisfied grin then closed his eyes.

Laura and Shari both grabbed Andy and said OH NO YOU DON'T you can go to sleep there are a lot of other women that want a show you around. They both laughed and we headed to the hot tub. As we sat in the warm water, I meet a couple from Spain. Shari introduced them as Juan and Maria. As we talked Maria said they traveled a lot and enjoyed meeting new friends and lovers. She asked if I had been in the life style long. Almost embarrassed I told her that this was my first swing party. Smiling she said so how do you like it so far? I told her I thought it was a great way to meet new people. I thought to my self fucking great way.. Maria asked if I were up to exploring a bit more of the house with her. Juan smiled and told me not to disappoint her and winked at me as we got out of the hot tub.

I looked over at Shari and she told me to have fun and then yell over to Maria that she wanted me back Unmarked by teeth or nails, Maria laughed and said you know I only do that on request and laughed as we went to explore more of the house. Maria was slender with high cheekbones black hair and very black eyes with an olive complexion. Her breast were around C cup and very firm. They had large dark areola and perky dark nipples. We found that all the rooms were occupied so she suggested that we go to the group room. I thought to my self anywhere that I could get my mouth on those lovely nipples. As we entered the group, room there was five or six couples in a variety of positions.

I turned to her and she reached down and grabbed my now rock hard cock and planted her lips on mine. My lips parted as on there own and my tongue shot into her mouth and hers mine. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me, my hard on sticking her in the belly, as has rubbed a little per cum from the head of my cock and she quickly bent down and licked it off. She said Hmmm I see you really like me and gave a little laugh. She stood up, turned her back to me, pushed her lovely butt into my hard dick, and rubbed it up and down her crack. I feel the warmth, she started to get wet, very wet, and soon there was a stream of her juices running down her legs and over my throbbing cock. It was warm and thick making everything very slick. She rubbed it all over my cock and with a wanton smile told me to put my cock up her ass.

God she had a firm beautiful shaped ass she grabbed my hard cock and guided it to the opening of her perky little hole. Holding it there, she moved it back and forth transferring her thick pussy juices to lube her hole. She stated pushing against my cock and the head opened her up and popped in. I paused to allow her to adjust but she just keeps pressing until she had my balls pushing against her smooth firm bottom. She said now fuck me as hard as you can. I started slowly but she wanted fast and hard. My balls where slapping against her pussy and clit she was moaning and grinding me for all I was worth. She start bucking and arching and moaning fuck, god, fuck, I am Cuming Oh my god I'm Cuming. She went rigid as wave after wave hit her, she clamped down on me so hard I lost control and cum came bursting out, shot after shot as she milked me dry. I was sweating as if I had just run the Boston marathon. She too was breathing hard and sweating profusely. We fell to the floor still coupled. As my hard on started to fade but before it fell out, she started massaging it using her inner mussels brings it back to full erection again. She said that it would keep my hot cum in her longer. I smiled she glanced over to another woman and beckoned her to join us. She was a very pale-skinned blonde-haired person with small breast but nicely shaped. Maria said I would like you to meet Andy, Andy this is Norma and she is a very special friend of mine. Norma leaned over and started kissing them and me Maria and back to me. Norma looked a Maria and asked if she was saving something for her. Maria smiled and said of course I was just keeping it warm, you ready?

Norma smiled and dropped to the floor and started licking Maria's hot swollen pussy making Maria quake with little tremors that ran up my cock. Then Norma said I am ready and Maria let my cock slide slowly from her, Norma was there licking my shaft as it left its warm place of rest. As the head came out of Maria, there was a little pop and a gush of white cum which Norma was ready for, caught, and licked us clean. Verrry tasty Norma said with a smile and kissed Maria so she could share the flavors. Maria continued to kiss Norma and worked her way down to Norma's mound covered in fine silky hair. Placing her tongue between Norma's thin pussy lips caused Norma to shudder with anticipation. One more lick and there was an instant wet spot forming on the mattress. Norma arched her pelvis so Maria could have full access to the sweetness. The sight of the two was getting me hard again and Norma saw this, she reached over, grabbed my hardening cock, and placed her soft velvet lips around it. She began flicking the head of my cock with her tongue and watching to see my reaction. It was almost instantly rock hard, she smile and continued to take me in all they way to my balls. God I have gone to heaven I thought as she continued to suck me. I reach over to Maria and started to rub her wet and swelling clit with my fingers. She began moaning and Norma began to moan harder I slipped one finger into her wet sweet pussy and I heard Norma give a loud moan, I inserted a second and then a third finger in to Maria's wanton pussy and she started to shake and as she did so did Norma it were as if I had placed my finger in her as well. Norma started to shake with wave after wave of orgasm matching Maria's one for one. It was as if they we one body both sharing the same quaking then they both grabbed a pillow and screamed and groaned into the pillow but it was if there was no pillow. I just look at them and I thought my god they must be the reason for little signs "Screamers Bite the Pillow" I laughed to my self. Both of the women were now laying silence holding and kissing each other. With an impish smile, they just looked at me and said welcome to swinging as they grabbed me and pulled me down between them. As I lay between these two beautiful women, I heard a voice in the doorway. It was Shari. I had no Idea if she witnessed all or part or any of what had just happened but she had a very devilish smile on her face when she said well I could see you are enjoying yourself. I just smiled. She said to Maria and Norma have you girls been greedy or have you left some for the rest of us? They just Laughed Maria said All you said was not to mark him with teeth or nails, you never said I had to leave some for the rest and laughed. Shari said I will remember that and laughed too. We all headed back to the hot tub.

As we sat in the hot tub, I was feeling relaxed and well spent. After a few minutes, Shari said it was time to refuel so we got out toweled off and headed to the kitchen were the table was sat out like a buffet. There was a plate of deli meats potatoes, sweet potatoes, turkey, dressing, ham, breads to pick and chose from. Filling our plates we went to find a place to sit and eat. We found a place in the living room and were eating and talking to other couples when I heard a voice coming from somewhere behind me. It turned me to Stone. I know that voice I told Shari. She looks around to see if she could tell who I was referring too. She turned back and said which one? Then that voice was right next to us and Shari said hello to Jan and Bill. She said I'd like you to meet Andy. I turned to see that it was girl friend in college parents. Jan and Bill's jaw dropped I tried to say hello. My Mind racing, yelling oh shit what I'm I going to say, then calm settled in. What the hell There here for the same reason. They cannot say too much. I smiled and said it was good to see them again. Shari was surprised that I already knew them and ask where we new each other from. Bill and Jan were a little chocked up so I said that I meet them when they visited daughter in college. That I dated there daughter Betty, and had spent some of the summer with there daughter and them at there summer home. Shari looked a Jan, studied her very closely, and then looks to Bill. They seemed to be gathering there wits, then Bill said it had been a while. Did I finish college and where had I gotten a job. Jan was still hard to read but the redness was leaving her face and she settled in.

After talking for a while, Shari and Bill went off to play leaving me with Jan. I was still feeling a bit uneasy, I mean I had been dating this woman's daughter and she knew that her daughter and I were sexually active. Jan smiled at me and said I wished I would know you were in the life style when you were at the summerhouse. I quickly pointed out that this was my very first swinger's party I was ever at. With that, she smiled and licked her lips. She said she always wanted to know how I keep her daughter glowing; a sparkle in her eye told me she was going to find out.

OK I know she was an old woman of 38 to 40 but she still had a killer figure, large breasts, shapely ass, pleasant smile, soft lips and she had looked good in the two-piece bathing suit four summers ago. Being a healthy male, I admit it was a bit of a turn on when she had been sun bathing beside the pool with her top off. Her large breasts pointing towards the sky and for a woman her age they were quit firm with large nipples and areola the size of teacup saucers.

Jan stood up and took my hand and we headed to find a playroom. She wore a light perfume that made me think of freshly sliced cucumbers.

We soon found a room and she told me to undress her. I started by removing her scarf then her sweeter followed by her shirt. A lacy black bra held her 40 D breast out and her nipples were so hard that they all but poked through the bra. I reach around to undo the snaps that held closed the bra when she grabbed my head softly and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. As if on autopilot, my mouth opened and my tongue shot in seeking her tongue as hers searched for mine. I felt her hands slip down and gently start to fondle my now growing cock in her soft hands. 

God help me she know how to get a man hot. I took off her bra, held those beautiful breasts in my hands, and slipped down to suckle each one in turn. Her nipples reacted as fast as my cock. Harding and sticking out further than any other woman I had ever seen. She said that I should pull and nibble them, but softly in the beginning, I did as requested and took one hand and slid it down to cup her still panties clad pussy. To my surprise, they were so wet that her juices were running through and down her legs. I quickly removed the panties and gently started kissing her well-manicured pussy. As my tongue search for the opening to her treasure chest, she started to moan and grind her pussy to my face and nose. Waves of orgasms shook her body and she stiffened the grip on my cock such that I thought she meant to pull it off. The she started to breathe and relax. Slipping out of the rest of her garments, she pushes me back on to the bed. Now with a hungry look in her eyes, she straddled me still holding my ridged cock in her hand and started guiding it to her open dripping pussy. She rubbed the head against the opening and shuddered a little then she lowered her self-down until the entire 8 inches filled her pussy. It was a very snug fit I could fell the pussy walls stretch to accommodate my girth. Ohhh that feels so good she sighed. I should not tell you this but I saw you watching me sunbathing with my top down. It made me feel good that a younger man still found me worth watching. I just lye there the thought making me wet and my nipples hard, it felt so good. The when you and Betty were skinny-dipping in the pool I was at the kitchen window and I saw you with a full erection. I just stood there watch you and my daughter. I remember thinking why isn't she sucking you or letting you fuck her. I was so wet and horny I started fingering myself. I just thought if I had access to a cock that big it would be in me all the time. It was not long and I had a massive orgasm I almost thought she heard me scream before I could bite down on my hand to silence my own scream. I was spent but when I looked up and saw that beautiful cock pointing skywards I got hot all over again. I went in and raped husband Bill. He was so surprised I had not attacked him that way in years.




Surprise Party Surprise



By now, I was so hot with her sliding up and down on my cock and her telling me the story that I all but shot my hot wades into her pussy. This was not a small feat as I had just come a half dozen times in the last 2 hours with some of the most skilled women I have ever run into. She since that I was building and slowed down saying that there was no hurry, she had been wanting for this for a long time and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

She sat facing me and I continued to play and suckle her breast. Her juices flowed freely and I felt her tightening around my cock. She started groaning OH YESss, Fuck ME, FUCK me hard and my cock got even harder. She picked up the pace as she grasped my hard cock with her pussy mussels tighter and tighter now sweet was running down her breast as well as the rest of her body. She started to shake violently she reached for the pillow and bit down hard. Screaming into the pillow, I felt her pussy pulsing around my cock making me build up a load of cum that I did not even know I still had. As she hit her zenith, I unloaded, like a volcano I shot hot load after hot load against the walls of her pussy. With every pulse, she quaked more violently rocking and bucking her legs squeezing so hard it hurt. Then It was over she went limp. Lying forward on my chest, I could feel her soft breast wet with perpetration. I kissed her softly, she rises up, and I licked her breasts now having a bit of salty taste. She looks into my eyes and smiled. She said God that was even better than in my fantasy. I smiled back and said she was a lot better than her daughter was, she smiled and said thank you as she kissed me softly. I was starting to soften and she slid to one side and began to lick and clean our mess. Yummy she coed, we taste very very good and your cock really filled me. It has been a long time since I had my pussy stretched that tight and she laid her head on my chest.

It was a good thing that some other couple was looking for a playroom, as both Jan and I were almost asleep when the door opened. We were startled back to reality and told the couple was finished, she adds for now and winked at me. We headed to the hot tub. When we got there, Shari and Bill were already in. Bill looked at Jan and smiling said I See you had have had your work out. I certainly have she replied with a smile. Shari looks at me and said I guess Maria and Norma did leave a bit to go around. I laughed and got into the tub. Shari quickly leaned over and whispered in my ear, you know you still have to take care of me when we get home. I looked into her eyes and said OK but you might have to really work for tonight. With that devilish smile coming to her mouth she said, as she grabbed my now soft cock, oh I do not think it will be that much work and I began to get hard again.