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The Party Ch. 01

By: CyrusMann



The following submission happened over the course of a very long and satisfying weekend. Although it may need to be broken down into several submissions, Bri and I wrote it as one continuous event. So, enjoy, and by all means vote, and send us your comments. We'd love to hear from you!

Cyrus $ Bri

After some skillful negotiations, mostly just giving the boys head, Bri and Karen decided that they would scout the local pubs and clubs themselves for the newest recruits. Apryl had told the girls that she would be fine with whomever they chose, and left it up to them to set a cut off number. Karen and Bri had said that six guys each should be a good number. They all smiled and just laughed at the thought of eighteen naked men in one place. Apryl blushed a little at the thought of possibly being used by so many in one night!

Karen and Bri decided that they should begin as soon as possible to find the best candidates for the job. They told the boys to leave it to them and they'd handle the recruiting methods! Ken and Eliot eyed each other and just grinned, knowing how Bri and Karen did their best thinking! With no further need of either of them, the boys said they would enjoy seeing how well they did. Eliot smiled and said as the girls past them, "Just remember sweet things, this does not relieve you of your responsibilities to us!"

Bri squashed her tits against Eliot's chest and rubbed his leg, tracing a long nail up his thigh to the inside of his leg. In her most seductive slut voice she said to him, "Oh, my dearest Eliot, what do you think will happen after we tease a couple dozens guys? We're going to need some expert fucking long before this party happens. I only hope you two will be around to be part of the fun." She let the nails trace across, his now quickly growing, bulge.

As if to back her up, Karen reached around Ken and fondled his growing package, while pressing herself against his back, pumping and grinding into him. She whispered into Kens ear, "And anyway stud, I am far from through with you! If that little girl can best you, I'll be damned if I won't!"

Ken's cock nearly split his jeans trying to get out to her marvelous hands. As he turned to give her what she was bringing to life, the girls giggled and just ran from the room, leaving them both standing there like school boys, caught with bad thoughts showing for all to see. "We will take care of you later, if you're still interested. We're going to get ready, we have a few places to visit tonight and we don't need to be exhausted before we even get started!" Karen yelled, as they ran from the room.

Eliot and Ken looked at the heavens, shaking their heads and just laughed out loud!

* * *

About two hours after the girls had gone out for the night, Eliot got a phone call. His design firm needed him for an emergency meeting in Atlanta. Eliot had been a partner with the firm for ten years and had taken a silent partnership to alleviate his workload. He was now only brought in on major decisions concerning high profile accounts; apparently this was one of those. Eliot made his apologies and told Ken to let Karen know he'd be gone until Saturday night. He also made a point of making sure Ken told her he would definitely be there for the party, nothing would keep him from that! As he made his way out Eliot stopped, as if just remembering something.

"Oh, by the way buddy. Are you going to be able to handle both of them tonight when they get back? I think they will be supercharged for a good drilling!" Eliot snickered when Ken realized that he was the only one left to handle them both.

"Don't you worry, I'll make sure I handle them just fine, I think I need to prove something to myself again anyway!" he slapped Eliot on the back as he made his way to the door.

Eliot laughed as he walked out to his Benz parked outside. "OK buddy, I'll see you on Saturday, take care of my ladies until then all right!" was his parting remark before closing the door and pulling off in a spray of gravel.

Ken wondered what the girls were up to right now. He knew he should probably get some rest; it was looking like a long night ahead of him, one he looked forward to. With a last look at Eliot's car disappearing down the drive, he turned and headed for the shower and some much needed sleep. The hot tub also sounded good, maybe he'd just relax there for an hour before hitting the sack!

* * *

About hours drive or so, from Karen's, Bri motioned at one of the little bars that sat back from the Interstate, it looked to be about as local a joint as possible. The sign out front was simply lit as "Happy Hour", not much simpler than that, they decided. They could see from the large number of pick-ups and four wheelers that it was fairly busy. The long drive had given them a chance to work out a plan, and this seemed as good a place as any to see if it worked.

Karen had dressed in a business suit, cream colored, with an open jacket and loose slacks that matched. Her blouse was one of those low plunging necklines that literally dove into her navel, exposing her bare chest, yet hiding her breast's if just barely. Her hair was pulled back into a drastically tight ponytail, set with a leather tie. All in all, she looked as if she had just closed a multi-million dollar deal and was not ready to be messed with. Her make-up was slight, she really didn't need any, and she wore a pair of silver framed oval glasses. She did look quite the professional businesswoman.

For her part Bri had done her best to look the part of her secretary, by wearing an appropriately formal jacket and skirt, blue pin stripes, and a button down white blouse with long tipped collars. She had pulled her hair up into a rather drastic bun, spun tightly onto the back of her head. She had worn a pair of sheer black stockings and comfortable heels. Karen had complimented her on the choice and told her how much she looked like what they had hoped for. Bri had also toned down the make-up for something a little less vibrant, and settled for more natural tones. So, with everything in place they exited the huge SUV and entered the bar.

On entering they acted as if they were involved in some kind of business discussion and walked directly towards the bar. The place was fairly well lit and from the looks they received, it was apparent that they were not what were normal to this place. All eyes followed them to the bar and they could feel the eyes undressing them as they made there way to two of the empty barstools. Karen continued on as if she wasn't paying any attention to them, and sat back on the stool as if she was relieved to finally be sitting. Bri stood besides her looking around the bar as if she was finally realizing that men surrounded them. She made a weak smile and leaned in to whisper in Karen's ear. This had of course all been planned, so as to look as if they were out of their element. It seemed to be working!

The bartender slid down to them and asked what they would like. He was a burly man, about five feet ten, and probably bordering on three hundred pounds. The slight beard and straggly hair definitely showed he was a local and not a hired bartender. Although not what she had considered a good looker, he seemed pleasant enough as he took their order.

They had decided early on that they would only get something light, until they saw how things went, leaving room to move on if this place turned out to be a dud. Karen ordered a white wine and Bri a light beer. "Joe" the barkeep, nodded and went to get what they had ordered. Bri looked around again and noticed that except for a few lingering stares, all of the guys had seemed to have gotten back to their own conversations and pool games. "Well, I'll have to change all that!" she thought to herself.

She unbuttoned and took off her jacket, sliding it onto the stool. The blouse she had picked out was fairly transparent, and she had also worn a slightly off colored bra, that showed easily through the blouse. She made a dramatic show of stretching to show off her ample breasts. She then acted as if nothing was further from normal and unbuttoned the top three buttons of the blouse, allowing any who looked to see ample cleavage. From the bartender's reaction, she knew it had done just what she had wanted.


Joe all but tripped as he made his way back with their drinks. His eyes were focused solely on Bri's, straining to be released, tits. Karen smiled a quick grin and stood up to remove her jacket as well. All eyes in the bar were again watching them as if sharks had just realized food had been introduced. Karen took off her jacket, revealing a completely backless blouse that was loosely tucked into her pants. A dangling gold rope necklace was all that was visible from behind. They could almost hear the bar go silent as everyone now looked directly at them both with pure lust in all of their eyes.

Karen sat back down as if nothing was out of place, Bri copied her actions and the two swung the stools so that they faced each other. They could now see all sides of the bar and acted as if they were still involved in some discussion about some important subject. They tried desperately to act like the sight of all these men leering and staring was not having an affect on them. But Karen whispered, "I am already so wet, I want to scream!"

Bri leaned in and whispered back, "Well, ready for part two?"

Karen nodded and they both tilted back their drinks and downed them. That got a few whistles from the six guys at the pool table. Karen looked over and raised an eyebrow as if annoyed by the attempt to gain their attention. She smiled politely and turned back to Bri, " I think I could do all of them right now!" The evil grin she showed made it plain she wasn't kidding.

Bri kept looking at the guys at the table as she rolled up her sleeves and rolled her neck, as if stretching. She motioned for Joe again, and threw a twenty on the bar. Karen did likewise. Joe looked at the money and said, "Planning on tying one on ladies?" He said it loud enough for all to hear.

"That depends Joe, how's the action around here? We were hoping to have some fun and maybe get a little hammered!" Karen said, also loud enough to be heard.

Joe smiled and returned with, "I don't think you could have found a better place! This joint really gets popping in here. Most of the guys work at the local Nuke plant, and they almost always close the place." He said pointing to the guys at the pool table.

Karen smiled at Bri, then back at Joe, "Thanks for the tip, I think we'll hang out and see what this place has to offer. Anyway we're in no hurry and we could use a good time, it's been a long day, right Bri?" Karen said in a teasing tone.

Someone had heard all of this and decided to put in some music. The jukebox started blazing out ZZ Top's "she's got legs"! Karen raised her newly filled glass and yelled, "Hell yeah" pulling up one of her pant legs exposing her leg to the thigh. A loud cheer went up from the bar for her effort. Bri and her again downed the liquids and pushed them back at Joe.

Karen decided it was time to see if the guys playing pool were any good. Bri and her made their way to the next table and put quarters up for the winners. Now it seemed that every guy in the place wanted to play pool, as a huge stack of quarters quickly grew on the table behind theirs. Karen leaned back against the wall to watch the game in progress. Bri joined her as two of the guys from the crowded table next to theirs came over.

"Hey, we got room if you want to join us!" the guy said. He was about six feet tall, dark hair, with a slight mustache. He was dressed in a blue T-shirt with jeans and work boots. Karen noticed he was somewhat muscular, as were most of the guys in the place. Bri looked at her and then back at the stranger, "I think we'd like to get a few practice games in first, OK?" she said with a playful smile.

The guys wouldn't just let it go and said, " That's cool, mind if me and Jimmy here join you?" His buddy was somewhat taller, by about three inches, and very slim. He was ruggedly handsome, if not attractive. They looked at each other and nodded.

"Sure, why not? My names Karen and this is Bri!" Karen said holding out her hand to them both. They both walked closer and made their own introductions.

"I'm Paul and this is my Bud Jimmy! We come in here all the time after work, you girls just passing by?" Paul asked. They shook hands with the guys and smiled at each other.

"Something like that, yeah!" Bri almost choked at the statement and what it had left out. She turned and "accidentally" bumped into Jimmy, mashing him with her tits. She looked at him with a sheepish grin and said, "Sorry, I didn't see you that close!"

Jimmy looked as if he had apoplexy, and just stared down at the huge amount of cleavage pressed against him, then quickly pulled back. His face quickly reddened and he stammered, "I'm so sorry, but damn they are gorgeous!" His eyes never left her tits; they looked as if they were attempting an escape.

The guys playing at the table finished up and yelled, "Tables all yours girls!" They moved away to let the foursome have the table.

Karen acted as if she had never seen a pool table and started looking for the quarter's slot. Paul grabbed the quarters from her hand and slipped them into the slot for her. "Thanks, I can never seem to find that thingy!" Karen giggled.

Now Bri had been to Eliot and Karen's often enough to know that Karen was far from a stranger to a pool table. As a matter of record, she had trophies as four-time regional champion, and one Grand Champion trophy for "Eight ball" tournaments. She had even managed to get on to ESPN at one point as returning Champ. So, as they had planned, this was all a ruse to get things started.

Paul said, "OK ladies, you break. We'll play for drinks OK?" He took a stand at the end of the table so he could watch whoever broke from a good vantage point.

Karen decided it would be best if she broke, that way she could go into her "Dumb Blonde" act and really get things moving. She lined up the ball and miscued the break. Paul grabbed the ball before it hit anything and set it back in place. "Take your time sweetie, no rush. Just line the ball up with the front of the others and shoot hard!" he said almost laughingly.

Joe showed up with another round of drinks. He waited to get paid, standing next to Bri looking for the money before handing her the glasses. It was time to do her part! "Hey Kar, did you grab the money from the car? I don't seem to have anymore cash on me!" she lied.

Karen patted her pants and replied, "No I thought you had. I didn't remember seeing any in the car, are you sure it's not in you jacket?"

Bri picked up her jacket and acted as if she were frantically searching for her money. She looked back and said, "No, I guess we should have stopped for money at the ATM before we got here. I wasn't thinking! Hey Joe, you guys got a cash machine?"

Joe rolled his eyes and said, " Nope, and we deal in cash only sweet thing!" He didn't move to take the drinks back, but neither did he hand them over.

Jimmy spoke up and said, "I got it Joe, here!" He handed him a twenty and Joe set the drinks on the table. Bri thanked Jimmy and said, "OK, now I feel stupid! Where's the nearest cash machine?" She acted as if she was going to leave and put on her jacket.

Paul stopped her and said, "Don't worry about it, we got ya covered. It's payday, what better way to spend it than on two fine looking ladies!" His intentions were crystal clear in the way he said it. They intended to get them drunk and see what happened. Little did they know that that was what the girls planned from the start!

"Thanks guys, but that kinda puts a damper in us betting, now doesn't it?" she suggested. She looked at Paul with a pout that would have melted butter.

Paul yelled at Joe nodding at a door, "Yo, can we use the private room?" He waited for Joe to throw the key and pointed to a door between the bar and the bathrooms.

"Sure, just remember to leave the camera on, so I can see if you need anything OK?" Joe suggested with a huge grin. Paul just smiled back with his own wicked grin.

"After you ladies! It'll be quieter back here, and the table is much better." Jimmy pointed them into the next room. Joe was switching on the intercom TV that sat above the bar. The girls made their way into the softly lit room and found a regulation sized billiard table, surround by stools and a leather sofa at one end of the room. The camera was mounted above the door facing the table, the red light showed it was active. Joe brought in a fresh round and said, "This ones on the house girls, enjoy yourselves!" He smiled at them and made his way back out of the room pulling the door shut.

"OK what do you have in mind guys? I was looking forward to playing some pool and getting wasted, ya know? Karen said with a little smile.

"I thought you might want to make our bet a little more interesting. Losers loose their clothes!" Jimmy snickered. " Not the underwear, just the outer stuff, OK? You play in your underwear!" He seemed entirely confident of their success.

"Let me get this straight. If we lose, we have to strip down to our underwear, and play that way? Does that also apply to you guys if you lose?" she asked.

"Yeah, we'll do that to if we lose!" Paul said as if it were not likely to happen. He just stood there looking at them both waiting for an answer.

The girls looked at each other as if silently asking each other if they should. Finally Karen spoke up and said, "OK, we'll do it but, how about we play a five game, best of series?"

The guys smiled and said, "OK what's the catch?" Paul waited for an answer.

"First, we decide what comes off, IF we lose. If we win, you lose something of our choice and buy us another round, deal?" Karen purred, "After all, this is your home turf and we are at the disadvantage here!"

Jimmy shook his head in agreement and looked to Paul. Paul smiled and said, "OK, IF you win, you choose what goes and we'll buy the round. If you lose, we choose what goes and you have to do what we ask, no question, deal?"

Karen looked at Bri as if to think over this new deal. They whispered at each other as if discussing it. Then Bri said, "Deal, but we decide what's too much! No dickering on that, period!" She put her hands on her hips thrusting out her chest in defiance. The effect was instant; she could see both of their crotches rapidly get tighter.

"Deal, then lets begin again! Flip for the break?" Paul suggested. He spun a quarter into the air and covered it when it hit the table. He looked to Karen for her choice.

"Heads of course!" she said in a sexy voice.

Paul lifted his hand revealing the coin heads up. He bowed away and Karen headed for the rack to pick out a stick. She rolled it one on the table and held it out to look down the shaft. Karen then put the chalk on the end of the stick, and rolled it back and forth with her foot. She grabbed the chalk bag and quickly bounced it once, and dropped it back on the stand. Karen was now in her element, and these guys were in trouble!

She made as if she didn't know what to do and clumsily lined up the ball. She sawed the stick back and forth a few times. The view from the boy's end of the table allowed them to have a full view of her tits, as the blouse fell away from her chest exposing them. Her nipples were hard and her necklace brushed against her hanging tits, as they swayed back and forth in time with her sawing motion. She acted as if nothing was wrong and stroked her opening shot. The balls broke, sinking two solids and leaving the lead buried behind a mass of striped balls.

She had to stretch to reach the ball to attempt her next shot. The way she leaned over, again left her tits plainly in view, and her ass sticking up, as she leaned over the tables corner. Paul moved to get the best view of her and not the table. She "missed" the shot by a fraction and just sighed, "Oh well, maybe next time!" The balls were set up so a moron couldn't miss running the table.


The Party Ch. 01



The party you threw is being thoroughly enjoyed by your friends -- each female, 10 in total, not including yourself -- as I sit in the bedroom upstairs in disbelief that this is all happening... or about to happen, to be correct.

Downstairs, a porno movie is in the DVD and you and your friends watch, some just peeking at the screen while chatting, or taking long stares at those ladies who are totally engrossed by the fucking on the television. 

Those women are fingering their cunts and rubbing their tits completely oblivious to the others in the room. Without exchanging a single word, two women find themselves in the '69' position lapping up each others' pussies.

"Here it is," you call to the room. Everyone, including those who are masturbating and even the couple who are fucking, turn to the screen. 

"This is my favorite part," you explain as the on-screen action shows a bunch of women gathered in a room for a party, almost identical to the party you were now hosting. In the movie party, the host calls in a man who comes into the room naked (although collared with a chain and wearing a mask). The on-screen action which follows has you and your friends in a sexual frenzy. 

"Mmmm, I wish we could live out that situation," one of the girls says. 

"Oh yes, there'd be nothing better than a man here for us to use and abuse that way," says another. 

"Vicky," chimes in a third woman, "you're a fabulous party host, but it's a shame you don't throw a party like that," referring to the party that took place in the porno film. 

"Oh, ladies, you should know me better than that," you say with a sly smile. As the women try to understand what you mean by that, you pick up a bell and ring it. That's my cue. 

Upstairs in the room, I check myself out in the mirror one last time before making my way downstairs. Before heading down, I shake my head again, stunned that I find myself in this situation. I hear the bell once more and realize you are growing impatient. 

The crowd of women notice that you are staring at the staircase and they too divert their attention there. The room goes completely silent as once again, those finger-fucking themselves, along with the pair who had been eating each other out, stop everything they were doing to see what surprise you have in store for them. Their jaws drop in stunned surprise, before smiles, laughter and even cheering break out when they see me come down the stairs and enter the room naked, my hard cock protruding outward, and the leather collar around my neck dragging a four foot long chain, a black "lone ranger" style mask covering part of my face. My outfit, or lack thereof, is exactly as the one worn by the stud in the porno movie. 

I come over to you and kneel down like a humble dog, just as the scene in the fuck-film depicted. I am following the script exactly as you and I had practiced in the days leading up to your party. 

"Eddy, say hello to the lovely ladies in the room," you demand. "Yes my Goddess," I reply. "Good evening ladies. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

"Oooh, look at how big and hard his cock is," observes one of the women. "It's just aching for some attention." 

"Eddy, she's right, your cock looks as though it is about to burst. Would you like the girls to relieve it of some tension?" you ask. 

"Very much so, Goddess," I humbly reply.

"I have a game we can play," adds a friend of yours. "Eddy will sit back on the chair and we line up and each suck his cock for 10 seconds. Whoever can make him cum wins the game, and gets to swallow his hot load as a prize." 

Everyone loves this idea... especially me. Although you give me a stern look and say the following in a serious tone: 

"I have two rules: Eddy, you cannot cum before every girl has had at least one chance to suck you off. My other rule, and I don't want anyone to consider me a cheater, but since you belong to me, you are MY sex toy, I will warn you right now Eddy, that I had better win. You MUST cum in my mouth. If you cum before everyone has had their first chance or especially if you cum in anyone else's mouth, you will be severely punished by me." 

This wasn't part of the plans, I think to myself. I didn't know we were going to play this game. I think I can hold off cumming until everyone's had their first chance, but I also have to cum in your mouth, which I would love nothing more to do, but still, that is a difficult thing to control. What punishment do you have in store for me, I wonder? 

The women, each wanting to win this game, discard their clothing, hoping their naked bodies will help make me cum for them. 

As the host, you demand to go first, The woman who suggested it begins timing with her wristwatch.

You kneel in front of my cock and when she says "start", you immediately gobble up my hardness and attack it with a series of fast, powerful sucks. 

My head rocks back at the sensation. You continue sucking hard as "stop" is yelled by your friend. You get up, having enjoyed yourself, and step aside and go to the back of the line as girl number 2 begins her sucking at the "start" command. 

The game continues though a few rounds and I can now feel it won't be much longer. 

Your lips wrap themselves around my cock for your fourth time, I know it won't be this time, but I'm confident I'll be able to control until you next turn. The line continues, each woman bringing me closer and closer to climax. 

The woman in front of you in line, the one who suggested this game, hands you the wristwatch, as she's done each time her chance to suck my cock came. 

She kneels down and at your "start", her tongue swirls around my cock head. 

My upper body jolts forward as I feel I'm about to cum, but I make eye-contact with you and can see you were serious about your punishment warning. I try as best as I can to not cum yet and drop back in exhausted relief when you yell "stop!" I made it, I tell myself. 

You hand your disappointed friend the stop watch once again and at her cue, you begin sucking. "Oh, yes," I exclaim, "I'm going to cum, you such faster and harder and I can feel my climax approaching when your friends' words pierce through my pleasure, "Stop!" 

I can't believe it! Just another second or two and you would've had me. There's no way I'll be able to last until your next turn. Everyone is shocked, yet excited in anticipation of my punishment. I try speaking to you, apologizing, both because my apology is sincere, but also I think delaying the next woman might buy me some time to control my orgasm again. No such luck.

The next woman in line has already taken her place and at the "start" command, deep throats my cock, her lips reaching all the way to the base of my shaft. I feel it and know there's no way to stop it. My whole body quivers and my right leg stiffens up as my cock explodes, releasing a gush of hot cum into your friend's waiting mouth. The game over, no one paying any attention to the time and just watches her swallow every last drop, her lips gleefully sliding up and down my shaft. She pulls back, her lips and the head of my cock both glistening with a mixture of cum and saliva. 

"What a great game, let's play again," the happy winner says. 

"Let's not," you say forcefully. "Eddy, Eddy, Eddy... don't say you weren't warned." 

I hear your voice but can't see you behind the crowd of women.

As the crowd of women parted to look back, I moved my head from side to side trying to get a clear picture of what was happening. My view was still blocked by the naked women in front of me, but I could tell by their reactions I was in for quite a surprise. 

Finally, I saw something, but it was not at all what I was expecting. It filled me with both fear, and yet I must admit, an excitement. 

You approached me with a rubber cock strapped on around your waist. You demanded I get on my hands and knees. 

"No, please, Mistress Vicky" I interject. I had told you I fantasized about a woman fucking me up the ass with a strap-on, but I never thought it would ever happen. Right now I was not looking too forward to the idea. "I'm not ready for that, another time, please!" 

"Eddy. Don't you EVER disobey me, get on all fours NOW!" you order. 

As I take that position awaiting your punishment, a friend of yours begins sucking the strap-on, as if she were sucking a real dick. Another two women begin licking my asshole, and yet another slides under my stomach and takes my cock in her mouth, slowly sucking. 

I am so distracted by the wonderful feeling of my cock being sucked and my asshole being licked, that I don't even notice the feeling of a lubricant being poured down the crack of my ass, and didn't snap back to reality until I felt a finger slide inside my ass. 

The finger sliding inside my ass, while having my cock sucked was a wonderful feeling but I still dreaded what was to come. 

"Don't worry Eddy," said the girl fingering my asshole. "Trust me, you're ready for this, my finger slid in without any resistance at all. I've been fucked in the ass plenty of times, I'm practically a professional. Trust me, you are ready, and you're going to love it," she said as she slid her finger out. 

She must've been right because I felt the strap-on slide in with little resistance at all. I turned my head to see you place your hands on my hips as you picked up the pace, pounding my ass. There was a slight pain, but it was overwhelmed by the feeling of ecstasy. 

The woman below continued sucking my cock. The girl who claimed to be the ass-fucking professional lay in front of me, her wet pussy just inches from my face, which I quickly buried into her moistness. Licking her delicious cunt was tricky, what with my ass being continually rammed by you and your strap-on. I stopped munching 

her cunt to look around and saw a full fledged orgy was taking place. Every single woman who had come to the party was either masturbating or fucking each other, some of which were also wearing strap-ons. Where the Hell did these ladies have all these toys, I would've wondered if not for the fact my mind was focussed on the incredible feeling of having my ass reamed by you and your strap-on toy.

"Turn over Eddy," you command. As I moved away, the woman I was licking and the woman sucking my cock moved away, and the strap-on easily slid out of my ass. You remove the strap-on and hand it to another girl, the one whose cunt I had been devouring just moments ago. 

"Mistress Vicky, my Goddess, please let me fuck you," I beg. 

"Yes, you may," you answer. 

You climb on to me and slowly slide my bulging cock inside your cunt. The friend you passed the strap-on to, slowly inserts the rubber cock up your ass. Another woman, who had been watching all this while fucking herself with a vibrator comes over and puts the still buzzing toy inside of my ass, telling another to hold it inside me. She then sits on my face, but facing you. 

It's a beautiful scene. I am lying flat on my back on the carpeted floor. My legs spread apart. You are riding my cock, while a woman with a strap-on is fucking your ass, trying to keep her thrusts in stride with your bouncing up and down on my cock. 

Meanwhile, another woman sits on my face, while facing you, you and her are in the midst of a passionate kiss. And lying to my right side is yet another woman, her face near my ass, where she holds the buzzing vibrator inside my ass with her right hand,while her left hand is fingering her clit. Around us is six other women in a long daisy chain, licking and sucking each other voraciously 

You ride my cock hard, bouncing up and down ready to squeeze every last drop of my jizz into your beautiful tight hole. My tongue explores your friend's cunt, while the vibrator buzzes in my ass. Your other friend is still pounding your ass with the strap-on. You begin moaning loudly and the entire party watches you as you are approaching climax. 

The woman sitting on my face steps off to watch you cum, your friend fucking your ass also steps back. Everyone's eyes gaze upon us. It is just you and I now. You ride me like a bronco buster. I fear my cock will snap in half from the violent fuck we are having. At preciously the same moment that you feel yourself going over the edge, I clench and squeeze out my second gob of cum, this time into your cunt, swirling with your juices as you too have reached orgasm. 

You collapse in exhaustion into my arms, then lift your ass off of my cock, bringing it to my face, just high enough so that our mixture of cum slowly drips out of your cunt into my mouth, which you have ordered me to open.

As you roll over and lie on your back, one of your friends kisses me deeply, hungrily lapping off the cum mixture from my mouth and then slowly sucking the remaining cum from my cock. Meanwhile, another woman has dropped down between your legs licking you free of the juices that are drenched onto and inside your pussy. I turn to face you and our tongues flicker across each other's.

Afterwards, while the women are dressing preparing to go home and are giving you your compliments on th fabulous party, I stare at the ceiling in awe of the night's experiences thinking to myself, "I can't wait for the next party."



The Party Ch. 01



I thought about it for a long time. If I was going to pull this off it was going to take a lot of co-operation and careful planning. 

I was worried when you came home that the music would cause suspicion, but I met you with a long, strong kiss and moved my lips back to your ear to whisper "I have a special night planned for us". I took your hand and led you to the chair in the living room. I kissed you again and said "Don't move", before I walked into the bedroom to give the air a final spray with my cologne and to make sure that everything was just right. 

You didn't see me when I came out and I walked up behind you to place a blindfold on your eyes and secure it tightly behind your head. I then walked to the side of the chair and picked you up to carry you to the bedroom. 

I placed you on the bed and teased you with a gentle kiss before grabbing your blouse and tearing it off with one strong pull. I took your already hard nipples and rolled them between my fingers as I pushed you back on the bed. I then took one hand and reached down between your legs to find that you were already staring to get wet. 

I stood up to undress myself quickly and then pulled off your skirt and g-string. I cupped both of my hands underneath you as I held your ass firmly and pulled you to meet my mouth. I kissed all around your lips and sucked them in my mouth gently before bringing my tongue up to start circling around your tender clit. All I could think was that I could enjoy this sweet taste for hours and your soft moaning was telling me that you were enjoying it as well, but tonight we did not have all night. I continued to bring you closer and closer to orgasm with my mouth until I could sense that you were bordering right on the edge. I pulled away just at the last moment and slowly started to kiss my way up your stomach as I moved my body on top of yours. I stopped at your nipples and you could feel my hot breath over them. They were so hard now that they were almost aching and I took one in my mouth as I teased the other with my fingers. You started to grind your hips against me as you got wetter and wetter with anticipation. I moved up to brush my lips across the sensitive skin on your neck and you reached down and took my hard cock in your hands. 

I could sense that you were at the point of no return in your excitement so I reached for the blindfold and tore it off. You looked directly into my eyes before you noticed that the bedroom was full of other couples all with their eyes on us. I leaned down and put my lips to your ear and as I thrust into you with one long stroke I said, "I promised these people a show, let's give them one." 

You took a moment to adjust but as I started to move slowly inside of you I saw that familiar devilish look in your eyes. "Fuck me", you said, "fuck me hard".

That was all the invitation that I needed. I grabbed both of your arms with mine and pinned them to the bed behind you as I started to pound your hot, wet pussy with violent strokes from my rock hard cock. My balls slapped against your ass so hard that they made a loud slap every time I drove myself deep inside you. Your screams of pleasure were really starting to get to our spectators because many of them had already undressed. I gave you one hard, long thrust, grabbed you by the back of the neck and told you "Roll over, I want you to be able to see". 

You rolled over to your hands and knees and put your beautiful ass up in the air. Your pussy was aching to have me back inside and I teased you with my cock as I entered you very slowly, inch by inch. As you looked around the room, all of the other couples were well deep in their own pleasures. A beautiful blond was panting in ecstasy as her man had his tongue buried deep inside of her, other couples had passed that point entirely and the moans filled the room as they fucked like crazy in a variety of positions. Right in front of the bed a gorgeous brunette was sucking a guy's monster cock like she had not eaten in years and taking as much of it as she could down her throat. 

Seeing all of this was driving me to the edge as well as I grabbed your around your hips and started to fuck you harder from behind. I promised these people a show so I had to do something to turn their eyes back on us. I raised my hand high in the air and brought it down with a loud slap that got everyone's attention. "Tell them you like it bitch!" I ordered.

You cried out "I love it!"

I brought my other palm down across your other cheek and yelled "Tell me to fuck you like a dirty little whore!"

All you could manage was "I'm a dirty slut" as I started to take you so hard that you could barely catch your breath. The other couples were obviously driven over the edge by this and you watched as they all slipped into their orgasms. Some coming hard inside their partners and others pulling out to shower their lovers with hot cum. I drove inside you harder and harder as I watched this as well, and with every slap on your ass you moaned out "Fuck me, yeah!" Just as the guy in front of you had shot his load all over the brunette's chest, I buried myself inside of you with one final thrust and reached around to finger your clit as you felt my cock swell so big and then start to throb as I released gush after gush of hot cum into your aching pussy. I had already brought you to the edge and with a gentle massage of your clit with my fingers you came with a long, long moan and collapsed underneath me. 

We stayed there, covered in sweat and trying to catch our breath as the other coupled began to recover, get dressed, and show themselves to the door. The last couple to leave was the brunette and the man with the massive cock. I saw him looking you over closely with still hungry eyes as he said: "Thanks guys, if you are ever up for a great threesome, let me know"...but that's another story.



The Party Ch. 01



Well he really did it to himself this time. I had to laugh when Buzz told me he had no date to take to some company party. It actually serves him right. Buzz always had a bad habit of putting women down. He would date a girl no more than 3 times before she would tell him to shove it. I would often bet against him to see how long she would last with him. I would always win, that's just the way he was.

"What am I going to do Rob?" Buzz said. "Everyone is going to the party. I just couldn't show up without a date for god sakes. Why the hell did Pamela have to break up with me just before the stupid party?"

I just watched him as he continually rabble on about it. I just smiled and took another sip of my beer.

"Why not take your mother Buzz? " I burst out laughing.

Buzz gave me a punch into my shoulder. 

"Not funny smart ass. This is a big problem for me Rob. The president of the company is going to be there with his wife. I was hoping to show a good impression to get that promotion that's coming up. I know the other guys are making sure their wives or girlfriends are going. And here I am without a date."

I took another sip of my beer and reached for my pack of cigarettes.

"Tough luck this time Buzz, maybe next time your treat your women with a little respect." I lit my cigarette and glanced around the bar a little.

"Um,,, Rob, do you remember years ago, you and me both dressed up in drag for Halloween?"

I looked at him as I took a draw from my cig.

"Yea,,, so??"

He didn't say anything,

"Ohhhhhhhhh,,,,wait just a minute Buzz. I know exactly what your thinking and you can just forget it right now." I said as I jabbed my cigarette out.

"Ah, come on Rob. Remember how everyone thought you were a real girl that wasn't wearing a costume? You have to remember that?"

It was true, while Buzz looked like some b- rated drag queen, I looked just like a girl. 

It mostly was because of my size. I was the runt of the litter. The baby of the family which consisted of 3 sisters. I would often get teased about my size and appearance. All the kids would say that I should have been a girl just like my sisters. They would always knock my books out of my arms as I walk between classes and call me names. That's how I ended up meeting Buzz. He always seemed to whisk me away from all of that.

Buzz was sort of a misfit as well. He wasn't quite a jock and he wasn't a drunk and stoner like the others at the school. He just was,,well,,,just Buzz.

Buzz would walk home with me every night after school. It somehow emerged into a great friendship. We both were quite a site as Buzz was well over 6 foot and 200 lbs. and I was standing 5.6 and maybe 130 lbs. soaking wet. 

I looked over at Buzz and took another sip of my beer.

"We could never pull it off. If something ever screwed up, that would be the end of your job, possibly your career."

I was throwing him all the reasons why we shouldn't be doing it.

"Rob,,,,I'm asking you to do this for me. I have always helped you out when ever you needed me. Well buddy,,,I need you now. Please Rob, you got to do this for me."

Buzz just glared at me as I looked back at him. I could see that he was deeply troubled by all of this. It was true; he was always there for me. He supported me during the troubled times in my life. I could always count on Buzz; he really was a great friend of mine. There was no way I could ever say no and let him down.

I took one more sip of my beer and lit up another cigarette.

"Ok Buzz, I'll do it." I said quietly.

"You will?? Thanks Rob,,I owe you big time,,I really do. I knew you wouldn't let me down I just knew it."

"Yea yea yea,,like how bad can it be? It's only for one night and the lights are always turned down low at these parties." I said trying to convince myself that it really wasn't a big deal.

"So when is this party anyways Buzz?"

Buzz looked away for a split second and then looked back at me.

"This Saturday, Its over at the Sheraton Hotel. The company has booked all of us rooms so we don't have to drive after the party. It should be a great time."

"Wait a second Buzz,,,what are you talking about this Saturday? It's Thursday right now and now you're telling me it's for the whole day?"

"The party isn't the whole day but we can check in our rooms at 10 am. Just to settle in. That would give us plenty of time to get you ready." Buzz said as if he had this planned for a while now.

I just sat there shaking my head in disbelief. "I just can't believe I'm agreeing to any of this". What about the clothes? the make-up? What about all of that Buzz?"

Buzz could hear the urgency in my voice.

"Don't worry Rob,,, I have it all covered."

"Well I hope you do for your sake Buzz." I said as I butted out my cigarette. I don't have anything to lose,,,not like you do."

We drank the rest of our beers and headed out to Buzz's car. I was still in shock at what I just agreed to. We both sat quietly as Buzz drove me home. 

I opened the door of his car and as I was getting out Buzz finally spoke up.

"Listen Rob,, I really do appreciate this. I'll pick you up on Saturday around 9:30.

"Ok Buzz, no problem, I'll see you then." I shut the door of his car and walked up towards my house.

I lay in bed for hours thinking how the hell we were going to pull this off. We were in our teens when we dressed in drag. How do we know it's going to work now being in our twenties? 

Saturday morning came too quickly. My stomach was twisted in knots as I packed my things. I was looking in my suitcase, not really sure what I should take or not. Buzz had said that he was going to have everything there. I put some underwear and socks in the suitcase, mostly out of habit. 

I continually watched the clock, waiting for the time Buzz was going to pick me up. It was an hour drive to the hotel and it was just about 9:45 now. Just like Buzz to be late, another reason women wouldn't stay with him. I laughed to myself.

I heard him honking the horn of his car,

Waving at him through the window I motion him that I would be right down.

I doubled checked everything and lock my door to my apartment and walked out to his car.

"How's it going Rob?" Buzz said as I opened the door of his car and threw my suitcase in the back seat and hopped in front.

"I'll be better when this day is over, believe me."

"Don't worry about it; everything is going to be alright. Trust me."

I just smiled over at Buzz" Yea sure,, famous last words"

We drove for a while, making small talk and then just before we got to the hotel entrance, Buzz pulled over to the curb.

"Listen Rob, you get out here and come to the room in about 15 minutes. I have the room down in my name and female guest. I don't want them seeing you walk in with me with your suitcase."

"You mean I have to sneak in Buzz?" I said opening the door and stepping out.

"No, not at all, just go to the desk and ask for my name and room, then you come up and that's it." Buzz said trying to assure me.

"Yea,,,ok,,, but I better not have any problem." I said trying to muster up some courage.

"Just be at my room in 15 minutes, I'll see you there."

With that, Buzz took off and turned into the parking lot of the hotel and disappeared. I lit up a cigarette and paced back and forth. Ten minutes had past when I slowly walk towards the entrance of the hotel, flicking my cigarette just before the doors.

The bell hop opened the door for me as I walked in the main lobby and proceeded to go to the front desk.

"Buzz Markus's room please." I said as I lightly tapped my fingers on the counter.

The guy behind the desk started to type on the key board a little.

"Buzz Markus and Miss Nancy Gibson, that's room 815"

I walked away from the desk towards the glass elevators that were in the atrium. "What's this Miss Nancy Gibson shit" I said to myself as I step inside the elevator and pressed the eighth floor button. I was started to regret this whole thing already.

As the doors opened and I peered down the hallway towards our room. Buzz was standing at the door of the room motioning to me to come. I half heartedly walk to him.

"Come on Rob; try to show a little enthusiasm. I know this isn't going to be easy but you can try to show a little bit of effort."

He was right; I should just shrug this whole thing off as a bad experience and enjoy myself.

Walking into the room, I glanced around the place. It was so big for a hotel room. It had separate rooms and a little bar in the corner of the living room.

"Whoa,, nice place Buzz, the company must really be putting out a lot of money for this party." I said walking towards the window of the room.

"We have no time for that!"

A female voice echoed in my ears.

I turned quickly. It was Buzz's mom. I looked over at Buzz right away.

"What is she doing here? I mean,,hi Mrs. Markus,,I,,I,,,"

"Come Rob. You can do all the looking when we get finished with you. Now get yourself undressed and get into the bathroom. We have lots of work ahead of us to get you ready." 

I slowly started to walk towards the bathroom. Buzz's mom was not someone to argue with.

"I'll be in there in just one minute. Just soak in the tub that I made for you." She ordered." Buzz, you get yourself ready as well, I laid your clothes out in your bedroom."

I glanced over a Buzz; he just looked back at me and shrugged.

"Come on you two!!" Lets get moving." She barked.

Taking off my clothes I climb into the bathtub. It had such a strong floral fragrance that seeped up with the steam. I laid back my head and just shut my eyes. This did feel great, I admitted to myself. The water made my skin tingle as I wiggled my legs around, making playful waves splashing around me.

"Enjoying yourself?"

It was Buzz's mom; I sat straight up trying to cover myself, embarrassed that she saw me nude.

"Relax Rob; you have nothing there that could embarrass me." She giggled. "Now sit up and let me wash you properly. I want to make sure I get every inch of you."

I straighten up a bit and slid to the front of the bath as Mrs. Markus started to wash my back with a scrubby type of sponge. 

"We're lucky that you have such fine hair, it's coming off really easy" She said as she slid the sponge down my arm.

"Easy? Coming off easy? What's coming off easy?

"Just shush Nancy" She said.

Nancy? How did she know Buzz put Nancy on the guest list?

After she finished scrubbing me, Mrs. Markus picked up the shower head and rinsed me off like I was some dog in for his first bath. I watched as I seen all my hair swirl down the drain.

"What the hell was in that water? Is all of this really necessary? I mean,, jeeze,,, its just for a night." I complained.

"Of course it is, this is very important for Buzz .Everything just has to be perfect. Now get up out of that bath and let's get you dried off." 

Mrs. Markus stood holding a towel open for me as I got up and step out of the bath. She had the biggest grin on her.

"What?" I asked looking a little annoyed with her smiling at me like that.

"It's just that I can't believe how small you are down there. Buzz was that size when he was ten." She gave a quick snapped out laugh and wrapped me inside the towel.

"Ok, so I didn't have a big dick, whats the big deal anyways. I had no complaints with any of the girls I went out with." I said as she easily moved me around drying me off.

"They just didn't know any better I guess" She laughed as she picked up a bottle of baby oil. "Rub this all over your body and we will let it soak in as I fix your hair."

I took the bottle of baby oil from her hand and pour a little in the palm of my hand, rubbing it up and down my arm. I sense Mrs. Markus watching me.

"Well it's obvious that you never applied that on before "She said as she whipped the bottle out my hand. "We don't have time to fool around here, now step back in the tub; I'll put it on for you."

Mrs. Markus pushed me gently down by my shoulder to a squat position and proceeded to pour the oil over me, rubbing it in with her other hand. I just stood there with my head bent a little as her hand reached to my cock. She started to kneed the oil roughly into my cock and balls.

"That's how you put this stuff on for god sakes" she said as spread it over my butt and between the cheeks.

I was so embarrassed as her hand touched me there.

"Why do I need to have that stuff all over me for?" I said trying act as tough as her and not bothered from what she was doing.

"Don't ask so many questions and just sit there."

"Yes Mrs. Markus" I said quietly.

I figured there wasn't any sense to fight her anymore, she had her ideas and I just as well do as she says. Its better that way.

I honestly didn't think I was going to go through all of this. I figured I was just going to have to put on a dress and act the part. 

"Ok, now before I do your hair I want you to shower again. Here's a bottle of body wash that I want you to use.Rince off the baby oil the best you can. Do you think you can do that or do you want me to do it? She looked at me with a dare in her eyes.

I stood up and grabbed the bottle out of her hand." I can do it myself, I'm not that helpless. I shut the shower curtains and bent over to turn the taps on.

Mrs. Markus was getting things ready at the sink as I washed my whole body clean of the baby oil. I couldn't believe how soft and silky my skin was feeling as I pour some body wash on a little sponge and started to wipe it up and down.

"You almost finished in there?"

"Yea ,,yea,,yea,,, give me a minute for god sakes" I said knowing she was going to check to see how good of a job I did.

Pulling open the shower curtains, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me. I sat on the chair that Mrs.Markus put in front of the sink. She had all sorts of hair products sitting there as I could hear her in the bedroom rustling through some her bags she must have brought with her.

"So, we're all set then." She said as she walked in and roughly ran her fingers through my hair, undoing any tangles that I had." This shouldn't take to long."

Mrs. Markus surely knew what she was doing. She held my head over the sink, lathering up all sorts of smelly shampoos and conditioners. Everytime I went to lift my head she would just hold it down and tell me to sit still. My scalp was feeling all tingly as she worked away.

Rinsing my hair for the third time she finally lifted my head up and wrapped a towel around it and fluff dried my hair.

"I'll just clip it to give it a feminine look. It's already too short to take too much off." She said holding a pair of scissors.

She didn't really take too much off but enough to make me nervous.

"Now turn around, I'm going to start on your make-up, and then finish your hair right after. You're going to have to sit very still. I don't want you to ruin this." She said.

As she was working away at my face with all the different creams and shades of color, all I could think of was this stupid dinner party. My stomach was doing twists and turns.

About an hour went by when she brought out her hair dryer and a big round brush. Mrs. Markus brushed at my hair as she wiggled the hair dryer back and forth... The top of my head began to feel light and fluffy. She was smiling at me as I could see her becoming satisfied with her art work.

"Ok,, take a look Nancy"

She had me stand up and turn to face the mirror. I nearly died as I saw myself in the mirror. I looked identical as my second oldest sister, Debbie.I stood there speechless.

"So? What do you think? Do you think you'll pass the test tonight or not? Mrs. Markus said practically boasting at her accomplishment.

"I can't believe it Mrs. Markus" I stood there dumbfounded.

What she had done to my face was incredible. She had made my eyes so out there...you couldn't miss them., Smokey gray eyeliner that brought my blue eyes out, lashes thick and long surrounding them. Eye brows delicately arched. My lips were rosy red with a lighter shade outlining my lips, making them look full and soft. She had expertly mussed my short hair and the highlights she added made me look so young and alive. I had to admit, I looked really good.

"Ok, let's get your nails done. I 'm glad you don't chew your nails Nancy. I'll paint them to match your lips."

I held my hand out onto her palm as she slowly and carefully applied the nail polish. It seems so strange to have my hands turn so feminine in front of my eyes so quickly.

"Lets get you dressed, we have to hurry, just a few more hours and this is the most important part. I brought a couple of outfits for you. I wasn't sure what was going to look good on you." She grabbed me lightly by the shoulders and steered me out to the bedroom. I kept my hands lifted for my nails to dry.

On the bed laid two sets of clothes, all folded and laying neatly together. She let go off my shoulders and skirted by me picking up a short black cocktail dress, holding it up to me as I moved closer to the bed.

"I'm not sure; I think this just might be to mature for you." She said as she looked at it up and down. "Let's see what the other one looks like." 

Mrs. Markus laid the black one down and picked up a red silk chiffon dress, delicately trimmed with ruffled black lace that fell just above my knees. Though it was strapless, it had little sleeves that looked like puffy armbands which fell below the shoulders. Holding that up to me she just smiled.

"That's it; this one will look perfect on you. Buzz's cousin Susan wore this to her graduation. She looked so pretty and was the hit of the dance."

I just looked at her and mumbled, "How nice," 

I was still trying to get over on the way I now looked, still too stunned to even think about what would look good on me and whether or not she was a hit of some stupid party.

"Come on Nancy, snap out of it. Get these on."Mrs. Markus said as she reached for a delicate trimmed box. Inside was a red lace bra and panty set which you could see from the clear window on the lid... 

." Susan was a 34b so that's what I got for you; this should fit you just fine." She said holding the two pieces in her hand after opening the box.

She walked behind me and reached around and slid the bra on. This was the first time I ever seen a bra without straps and it was so tight. Even though I don't have any fat on my chest, it she seem to have gathered up some flesh inside the cup. The bra gave me a weird feeling of confinement. Mrs. Markus balled up some tissue to put inside the cups.

I watched as she held open the panties for me.

"They look so small Mrs. Markus"

Holding onto her shoulder I lifted my leg then the other as she slid them up my legs. The soft silky material felt cool against my legs, my cock instantly went hard.

"Oh does our little Nancy like wearing panties?"Mrs. Markus laughed. "We can't have that little thing sticking out"

Looking down I blushed as my cock barely made a dent in the panties. 

"It's just the material" I protested." I can't help the way it felt when it slid over me."

Mrs. Markus stood back and with her hands on her hips and just looked at me, not really concerning herself about my little problem in the front of my panties... 

"That's not going to work; you're just not filling out the panties in the behind like you should. I was thinking about that earlier so I picked up some padding to shape you up." She said as she walked over and picked up another package and tearing it open.

It's hard to believe she came so well prepared on something Buzz just told me about two days ago. I had my suspicions that this was known for a while. 

She slipped the foam padding inside the back of my panties.

"Now isn't that a whole lot better? And it even pulled your panties tighter to hide that little thingy you had sticking out in the front." She giggled. 




The Party Ch. 01



By the time Andrea arrived, the party was in full swing. A hundred or so well-dressed people filled the second floor and outside terrace of Insomnia, a newly opened trendy club in Los Angeles. The dance floor was not very crowded yet (it was only 10 p.m.) but the sounds of various Latino pop songs filled the room, the strong dance beats setting the pulse of the party. Andrea walked in with her friend Natalie and looked around. She found it amusing that this party was exactly what she had imagined such parties to be like.

A year ago she had moved to Los Angeles to work on her book, about the perils of fame among musicians. Her background in psychology allowed her to theorize about how fame might either help or hurt musicians, but to write the book she needed to conduct interviews with actual people. Natalie was her agent who worked tirelessly to negotiate for the interviews, using her connections and reputation to foster trust in the project and reassure the participants that their privacy would be respected. It had been an uphill battle, but Natalie's persistence and Andrea's engaging manner had so far resulted in ten in-depth interviews with some of the biggest names in the music industry.

At times Andrea still found herself shocked by how well her project was going, how much her life had changed. She was far from rich and famous but she was living a glamorous lifestyle nevertheless. She had been to many parties like the one tonight, attended award shows in support of people she had met, spent days and sometimes weeks in a row visiting with a famous musician she was interviewing. Her curious and caring attitude had earned her respect. She found the work fascinating.

No one but Natalie knew how this project began. Many years ago, heartbroken after a painful break-up, Andrea escaped her pain through music. She accidentally discovered the music of Alessandro Suarez, a Latino pop singer, born in Spain but living in Los Angeles. Alessandro wrote and sang both English and Spanish songs and had achieved worldwide fame in his early twenties. He was now 35 and very successful, but had seemingly escaped the trappings of fame. He was living a simple life in Los Angeles, away from the limelight, except for his frequent tours. All this Andrea knew because from the first time she heard his voice, she developed a major crush on him. His songs struck her as both passionate and revealing of a vulnerability that appealed to her psychologist self. His music was both fun and evocative, the source of a myriad sexual fantasies for her. She had seen him perform in concert a few times over the years; these were euphoric experiences for her. Of course he was also gorgeous, tall and olive-skinned, with dark hair and brown eyes, so handsome in even the most casual of outfits. The kind of man that girls and women of any age would lust after.

So Andrea had followed his career closely and later began writing about fame as a way to channel her obsession in a less adolescent manner. As her heart healed, so did her infatuation, but Alessandro remained present in the background of her life: she'd listen to his songs and keep up with news of him from a distance. Men came and went in her life, the fantasy of Alessandro remained. When she first moved to Los Angeles, she could not help but wonder if she would manage to meet him, or even interview him. She told Natalie of her secret crush and was relieved that Natalie did not make fun of her. Natalie had actually met Alessandro several times and confirmed Andrea's impression that he was down to earth and unpretentious, despite his extraordinary talent and fame. But despite her best efforts, Natalie was unable to arrange an interview as Alessandro always refused, would not agree even to a meeting with Andrea. Very disappointed at first, Andrea soon became caught up in her work with other people and adjusting to her new lifestyle. She still thought of him from time to time but her actual life took over and the fantasy receded.

Tonight Andrea was attending the release party of an album by Pedro Nassa, a singer she had interviewed for her book. At other parties she had attended, she looked for Alessandro but never met him, and tonight she knew he was out of town. She came to have fun, to dance, and to hang out with Natalie who was newly single. Being an introvert, Andrea had been surprised to discover how much she had come to enjoy these parties, the VIP treatment, the delicious food and drink. Mostly she loved dressing up and feeling accepted in this very glamorous world. Natalie was her ambassador, introducing her to everyone. At first, Andrea relied on Natalie exclusively but in time she developed her own relationships with people. She and Pedro had especially hit it off and had become friends. There was a physical attraction between them though Andrea thought it might only be imagined by her.

At 32, Andrea was no match for the beautiful young women of Los Angeles. And Pedro, only 29, was quite the womanizer, the kind of musician who makes the papers every week due to some sighting with a model, or late night partying with an up and coming actress, and so on. It's true that Andrea was very smart, had a great sense of humor, and was quite stylish. And she did stand out in the crowd of very tall, slender, blonde, and tanned beauties of L.A. With her very fair skin, slightly wavy and longish dark red hair, green eyes, and a well-proportioned body, she was a woman among girls. But still she found the idea that Pedro would be attracted to her somewhat ridiculous despite his flirtation with her. Also, he was young and immature and she had no interest in a one night stand. She enjoyed his attention knowing that nothing would happen between them.

An hour after arriving, Andrea was feeling the effect of her large mojito and talking to Ana Lucia, a music producer.

"Let's dance" Ana Lucia suggested. "Let's show these young girls how real women dance" she joked. Ana Lucia was in her forties, a vibrant and self-confident woman.

They went down on to the dance floor and started moving to the beats of various songs. The third song was one of Alessandro's and Andrea, a bit tipsy under the influence of alcohol and loud music, was ecstatic. She let her body get carried by his sexy voice and the rhythm of the song, laughing and singing along. The next song was also one of his and she couldn't believe her luck. She found herself twisting and turning, allowing the sensuality of the music to dictate her movement. For one brief moment she looked into the crowd and thought she saw Alessandro, her heart skipped a beat. But then the crowd moved and she couldn't see him anymore. "Silly", she told herself, "he can't be here tonight". Two songs later, both she and Ana Lucia were exhausted and went back to one of the bars for more drinks. Exhilarated and out of breath, Andrea took her fresh drink and sat at a nearby table saved by Natalie when they first arrived. Ana Lucia stayed at the bar so that Andrea had a few moments alone. She watched the crowd, the place was even more packed now so that she could only see the thirty or so people who surrounded her. She gulped down half her drink out of thirst and enjoyed feeling her body relax.

Just as she was getting ready to resume mingling, Andrea saw Natalie walk through the crowd towards her, with a look of such excitement on her face that Andrea was instantly laughing.

"Okay, my dear" Natalie said as she sat down. "I have great news for you." She paused for effect while Andrea anxiously waited. "Guess whom I just ran into by the dance floor?"

"Who?"

"You tell me, who do you want to meet more than anyone else in the world?"

This can't be, Andrea thought. Could that have been really him?

"Not Alessandro, right, he's not even in L.A. tonight?" Andrea said incredulously.

"Yes, yes, yes, Alessandro Suarez, he is here tonight! I just talked to him!"

"But I thought he was doing some promotional appearances for his new single on the East Coast..."

"I don't know, all I know is he is fucking here tonight! Oh my God, I saw him and immediately thought how exciting this is gonna be for you. He doesn't go to a lot of these parties, you know." Natalie could barely sit in her chair and Andrea loved her for that. "So come on, I told him I want him to meet you, let's go!"

Andrea wasn't sure she could stand up. She felt completely sober all of a sudden and her heart began to race. After all this time, she would actually meet him. What would she say to him?

"Right now?" she stalled for time.

"Yes, right now" Natalie said impatiently. "Come on, the more you think about this, the worse it's gonna be!"

Okay, Andrea thought. Don't make a big deal out of this, be casual, play it cool. You'll probably get to spend five minutes with him, just be glad for the opportunity.

All these thoughts raced through her head as she downed the rest of her drink. Natalie was already on her way through the crowd and waving her over. It took them a few minutes to get through the crowd, minutes in which Andrea could feel her legs shaking, body tense, butterflies in her stomach. She was looking all around, hoping to see him from afar to prepare herself, but the place was so crowded that she could see only backs and heads nearby, had to focus not to step on anyone. For a moment, she thought she lost Natalie who was much more aggressively pushing people out of the way. But then she saw her. She was standing by the bar talking to none other than Alessandro Suarez.

Andrea could not believe the moment. As she made her way past the last few people in front of her, she watched him say something to Natalie who laughed. Andrea had seen his face so many times, in photos, in concert, in her imagination, but seeing him tonight took her breath away. He seemed relaxed and was smiling, touched Natalie's shoulder briefly as he leaned it to say something else. My God, Andrea thought, he is so fucking gorgeous! Andrea noticed he was wearing a black T-shirt and jacket but that's all she had time for, she had now reached them.

Alessandro turned his head slightly and looked at Andrea with a vague sense of recognition. All Andrea saw were his brown eyes almost staring into hers and she felt faint. She smiled feebly.

"Ah, there she is" Natalie said. "Alessandro, I want you to meet Dr. Andrea Petri, my favorite client." Andrea was caught off guard by the formal introduction and laughed nervously. 

"Please, I'm Andrea" she managed to say and put out her hand.

"Alessandro, nice to meet you." He took her hand in his for a moment and smiled. "It was you I saw going crazy on the dance floor earlier, wasn't it?" he added.

Andrea remembered the moment she thought she saw him but was totally unprepared to hear that he had seen her. But, her anxiety aside, she was determined to behave like an adult here.

"Probably, I love to dance" she said with a mischievous tone in her voice.

"You looked good out there, it was impossible not to see you" he continued.

"Damn, Alessandro, you just met her and are already flirting?" Natalie joked. He laughed with her while Andrea was doing her best to remain present, because this whole interaction felt surreal.

"Some of those were my songs you were dancing to, did you know that?"

"I did, yes, I really enjoy your music" Andrea said in what had to be the biggest understatement of the year.

"Oh thanks" Alessandro said, a bit self-consciously.

At that moment, several drunken girls walked past them and in their carelessness shoved Andrea forward. She was already not so strong on her feet and she completely lost her balance. She fell forward into Alessandro's arms and then pulled back abruptly, as if burned by fire. Feeling her body against his for that moment, smelling him, his arms around her for just a second was overwhelming. She heard him laughing and looked at Natalie who had a huge smile on her face.

"Sorry" Andrea said somewhat out of breath.

"Are you okay?" Alessandro replied, leaning forward. "I swear, I didn't plan that" he added playfully.

He is really fucking flirting with me, Andrea thought. She didn't expect this and it was so exciting, she found herself just going with it.

"I'm sure you have other ways of getting women to fall into your arms" she replied, matching his playful tone. He laughed.

"I was thinking of checking out the deck, it's too loud in here" Alessandro said. "Do you want to join me?" He asked this of both of them but looked to Natalie for an answer; Andrea had the sickening thought that maybe he was interested in her.

"I have to look for a couple of other people first" Natalie said "but I'll see you later". And with that, she took off, seemingly vanishing in an instant.

"Is it me or do you get the feeling she wanted to leave us alone?" Alessandro asked Andrea.

Andrea didn't know what to say. She was so shocked by Alessandro's invitation followed by Natalie's sudden departure. But she somehow found the inspiration to continue their playful exchange.

"So that wasn't part of your plan either?"

"I wish I were that clever" Alessandro replied. "Come on, wanna go outside?"

"Sure" Andrea said.

Alessandro casually grabbed her hand and started walking through the crowd. He was holding on to her hand as if it was the most natural thing but Andrea was again caught off guard. Here she was walking through this party, hand in hand with Alessandro Suarez, of whom she had dreamed for years. It was all too surreal.

A few people greeted him along the way but he didn't stop for more than a cursory response, "HI", "Good to see you", "I'll look for you later". They soon reached the terrace, overlooking the ocean. It was much less crowded and quieter. The ocean breeze was warm but felt chilly after the hot club. Andrea felt goose bumps on her skin.

"Oh, this is more like it" Alessandro said as they walked out. He let go of her hand without delay, which made Andrea briefly sad. "It's beautiful, no?"

In fact, it really was. The moon shone brightly and was reflected in the peaceful ocean and the music was low enough that even the waves could be heard. What Andrea saw though was just Alessandro. Away from the darkness of the club, she got her first good look at him. He seemed to her the most handsome man she had ever seen. She noticed how his black jeans accentuated his long legs, his T-shirt hugging his torso, standing tall and looking out towards the ocean, his soft dark hair calling out to be touched.

"It is amazing" she managed to say.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked.

"Yes, a mojito would be great".

They sat at the outside bar and Alessandro ordered.

"So what brings you to this party?" Andrea started the conversation. 

"I've known Pedro a long time. We actually did a song together not long ago, he's a great guy whom I respect a lot. Amazing artist."

"Yes, he really is."

"You know him too?"

"Yeah, I interviewed him for this book I'm writing about fame and musicians."

"I know about your book. Do you know that Natalie tried for months to convince me to do it?"

"I know."

"I hope you're not mad but I just really don't feel comfortable letting too many people into my life."

"Oh, I totally understand Alessandro. Frankly, I'm amazed anyone agreed to do it. But it's been fascinating I must say."

"In what way?"

Andrea began sharing some of her ideas with him, and was pleased to discover he was interested and thoughtful. He was very cautious though and she could feel his guardedness even through the effortless conversation. She was also distracted by his gorgeous eyes and lips, the slight accent in his voice, the very presence of him so close to her. Before they knew it, an hour had passed, they had ordered another drink.

"I could talk to you all night" Alessandro suddenly said.

"You know, aside from the book, I've been wanting to meet you for a long time" Andrea revealed, her tongue loosened by the alcohol and feeling comfortable with him.

"Really?" he asked with a surprised tone in his voice.

"Yes, I am quite a fan" she explained smiling.

"I'm flattered" he said and ran his hand through his hair with that same self-consciousness she had sensed earlier. 

"Yeah, I love your music and I have seen a few of your concerts, you're fantastic!"

"No way, seriously? That's so cool" Alessandro replied, still seeming uncomfortable. He took a sip of his drink and looked around. "Oh look, there is Pedro" he said and waved.

Pedro walked over and shook Alessandro's hand.

"Good to see you amigo, how are you? Ah, and my favorite psychologist, hello, Dr. Petri". Pedro kissed Andrea on both cheeks. "You are looking quite beautiful this evening, Andrea" he continued, his eyes looking her up and down. "How do you two know each other?"

"We just met" Andrea replied.

"Should I be jealous?" Pedro asked.

"Pedro, stop it" Andrea scolded him playfully. "You are such a flirt!"

"Alessandro, this is the most brilliant woman you have ever met. But she's cold, I've been trying to convince her to sleep with me for months now and having no success!" Pedro continued laughing.

"Pedro, seriously" Andrea repeated. Whatever flirtation had existed between them, he had never been this forward.

"Maybe you're not her type" Alessandro finally jumped in.

"Oh, is that true?" Pedro asked Andrea. "Will I be rejected in favor of dreamy Alessandro?" he teased her.

Can this really be my life, Andrea thought, that Pedro Nassa and Alessandro Suarez are having a friendly competition over me? Luckily, she was saved from answering because someone approached Pedro and he excused himself, walked away.

"He really has a thing for you, doesn't he?" Alessandro commented.

"Please, Pedro is absolutely shameless, I'm sure you know how he is."

"Do you like him?"

It was a simple question but somehow felt less playful and casual, almost as if he actually felt threatened. Andrea was sure she imagined it.

"Oh, who's jealous now?" she teased.

Alessandro laughed.

"Well, who could blame him really?" Alessandro replied. "You are pretty fabulous. I bet you are an amazing lover."

"This coming from a guy who has the entire female population lusting after him" Andrea replied. She stopped paying attention to the fact that here she was, sitting with the man of her dreams, discussing sex, and pretended she could be this other woman, who could flirt with him as his equal.

"Well, at the moment, there is only one member of that population whose feelings interest me" he flirted back. "If I asked you, would you go to bed with me?" he persisted.

"I don't know, are you any good?" Andrea said, keeping the game going.

Alessandro leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "The things I would do to you, no one else could."

All of a sudden the air between them changed, from laughter to seduction, from flirtation to lust. Hearing his voice in her ear made Andrea shiver and she felt her entire body respond as if touched by electricity. She felt her nipples poke through her dress, her pelvis tighten.

But then he laughed and pulled away and she wondered what he really felt.

"That WAS good" was all she could say.

"I have my moments" Alessandro replied.

Andrea was thinking of what she might say next when she saw Natalie walking towards them. This may have been the only time in her life Andrea was not happy to see her.

"Hello again" she greeted them. "It's nice out here, have you been here the whole time?"

"Yes" Andrea replied.

"Well, I need to go see some people" Alessandro said, getting up. "You'll be around for a while?"

"Yes, I think so" Andrea answered, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. They had a moment but it had passed them by.

"See you later" he said quickly and walked away.

Natalie took his stool.

"So? How is it going? Still talking, that's a good sign, right?" she asked.




The Party Ch. 01



"It is pretty fucking amazing" Andrea said. She summarized their conversation.

"Well, this is sounding good" Natalie repeated.

They spent another hour at the bar talking, though Andrea's mind was elsewhere. She was reliving the time spent with Alessandro, the way he looked, hearing his voice in her head, remembering how his body felt next to hers for that one moment, and wanting nothing more than to see him again. "The things I would do to you, no one else could." Wow. For once the reality matched her fantasy; she found him to be everything she imagined and more.

Eventually they went back inside, met up with some of Natalie's friends. Andrea kept looking around for Alessandro but didn't see him. She started thinking he might have left. She imagined that he probably had conversations like they did all the time, whereas for her it was a once in a lifetime event.

The crowd started thinning around 2 a.m. Andrea went up to one of the bars for one last drink. As she was waiting to be served, she felt someone's arm around her waist and before she could turn around she heard Alessandro's voice. 

"I'm so glad you are still here" he said.

Andrea was thrilled. She didn't want to let on how excited she was to feel him close to her again, but the drinks and high emotions of the evening got the best of her.

"I wish I could spend the whole night with you" she admitted, looking into his eyes. She then quickly turned and grabbed her drink from the bar. When she dared to look at Alessandro again, she saw that he was smiling at her.

"Come to my house then" he said. "Bring Natalie, a few of my friends will be there too. The night is young!"

"I would love that" Andrea replied. She couldn't tell if this was a casual invitation or something more but she knew that this was the most exciting evening of her life regardless. "Let me ask Natalie" she said.

"She's right there, I'll get her." Alessandro pointed towards the end of the bar and started waving to get Natalie's attention who now walked over.

"I've asked Andrea to come to my house, are you up for it? It'll just be a few people hanging out."

Natalie's face betrayed her surprise, but her answer was delivered casually, as if she knew all along this is what would happen.

"Well, sure, that would be great."

"Excellent" Alessandro said happily. "here's the address"--he handed Natalie a card, "it's about half an hour from here. We're leaving now but whenever you get there is fine."

He then looked over at Andrea who was smiling, but felt unable to speak. "See you soon" he said and then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His lips were wet and soft and she felt her cheek trembling under his kiss.

And then he was gone.

"How about that?" Natalie said. "He must like you, I don't think he invites that many people to his house."

"Are you crazy? I can't believe this is happening" Andrea replied.

"I know right? This is insane" Natalie agreed.

"I am seriously freaking out here. You really think he likes me?" Andrea asked like a school girl passing notes in study hall.

"I don't know, but I mean clearly he at least wants to spend more time with you."

"What do you think will happen tonight?"

"Okay, listen, you have to pull it together. We're gonna go, and have a great time whatever happens" Natalie advised. "And maybe you'll even get to sleep with him" she added, laughing.

"This is nuts, I can't do that. I just met him."

"Seriously? After lusting for him all these years, making me listen to his songs to the point that I even know them by heart? Just fucking go for it, stop over thinking this. Come on, let's get going."

"Wait, let me finish my drink."

"You can drink more later, you don't want to act like an idiot."

Andrea saw the wisdom in this so she took one last (big) sip and followed Natalie out of the bar. Their car was waiting outside (Natalie insisted on having a driver for these parties). They got in and Natalie gave him the address. They were on their way. Both Andrea and Natalie were quiet, once in a while looking at each other and laughing. Eventually Natalie started talking.

"There better be some hot guys there to keep me busy while you and Alessandro do your thing" she joked.

"Do our thing? Oh my God, can this really be happening? He was so amazing at the bar, I mean, a really cool interesting person, you know."

"I know, I've always liked him. He's one of these people who somehow managed to have this crazy life without becoming crazy."

"Is he usually so flirtatious?"

"I don't know really, I mean he's never been that way with me, but who knows?"

A brief pause and then Natalie became serious.

"But listen, you are a good friend and I know right now this is all so exciting and I'm excited for you. But please be careful."

"Weren't you just telling me to go with it?" Andrea shot back.

"Well, yes, of course, have the best fucking night of your life. But you're crazy about him and I can see that meeting him has only made it worse. You could get seriously hurt here" Natalie continued.

"Well, there is no turning back now."

"I know, just try to keep your wits about you. You really don't know him at all even though you feel like you do because he's been your fantasy for so long."

"For all I know, this was an invitation to hang out, not sex" Andrea suggested.

"Either way, I'm sure he can turn on the charm and I think you should keep that in mind."

Somehow Andrea would have preferred that they could've kept giggling like little girls instead of having this now serious conversation. She knew Natalie was right of course.

"I hear what you're saying. But come on, this is so fucking exciting, I got to talk to him, now we're going to his house, and who knows about the rest of it, but still, I am jumping out of my skin!"

"I know, I know. This is pretty great" Natalie admitted. "Who knows, maybe you two will fall madly in love and then that will be a story for the books."

Indeed, Andrea thought. She always imagined that meeting Alessandro would be exciting but disappointing, for what real person could compete with her fantasy? But now she wasn't so sure. He was all those things she imagined (charming, gorgeous, funny) but he was also someone that she didn't know, someone interesting and perhaps self-conscious, someone she absolutely wanted to know better. 

"How much longer you think?" she asked Natalie.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure we are here."

"Oh my God, already?" Andrea asked. She looked outside and could see Natalie was right. They were stopped at a security gate. The driver talked to the guard for a minute, then drove on. A few minutes later, the car had pulled into a long circular driveway in front of what looked like a very nice but unassuming house, which reminded Andrea of Spanish architecture.

They got out of the car and looked around. Just then, an absolutely stunning young woman came out and started walking towards another car. She saw Natalie and Andrea and smiled.

"Are you friends of Alessandro's from the club tonight?"

"Yes" Natalie answered.

"Just go in, straight through, they're all out back on the deck."

"Thanks" Andrea replied.

She and Natalie walked into Alessandro's house. Another moment I never thought I'd live to see, Andrea thought. As soon as they stepped into the foyer, she heard voices from outside. She so wanted to stay a bit, take a peek at Alessandro's private world, but Natalie forged ahead.

They walked through the foyer and living room and saw the open French doors leading onto the deck. The lights were dim but Andrea could see about ten people, sitting around in an assortment of chairs, laughing. She didn't see Alessandro right away. As they walked out, Natalie said "Hola everyone" and people greeted them back. Out of the corner of her eye, Andrea saw Alessandro get up from a distant chair where he had apparently been talking to a woman Andrea had seen him leaving the bar with. She felt her stomach turn.

"You've made it" he said happily. He went around introducing them, then pointed at the woman and said "And that's Carolina, my sister, who is here visiting from Spain". Andrea was so relieved, she wanted to hug Carolina but limited herself to a big smile. 

She noticed Alessandro had changed, he was now wearing just his T-shirt and a pair of knee length blue shorts, no shoes. She also noticed the ocean, even closer here than at the club. You could walk off the deck and onto the beach, which was dark and deserted. The moon was here too and Andrea thought she could spend a lifetime just on this deck.

Alessandro offered them seats and gave them drinks. He pulled a chair next to Andrea, while Natalie had already started flirting with the man sitting across from her. Andrea gathered that she had met him before, he was also a book agent. Alessandro and Andrea listened in the exchange though truth be told, Andrea could only focus on Alessandro's body close to her. She felt a strong sexual charge between them and wondered if he felt it too. As the conversation continued, she lost herself more and more in thoughts of what it might feel like to kiss Alessandro, so much so that she was startled when she felt him touching her hair, just a little, running his fingers across a few strands. She turned her head and looked at him.

"Let's take a walk" he said. His eyes were filled with lust, there was no doubt about it. 

Oh Jesus, Andrea thought. This is real. 

"Okay" she smiled.

They both got up and Alessandro announced "We'll be back." Natalie gave Andrea a wide eyed look and nodded.

Alessandro headed for the steps that led down to the beach. Andrea stopped briefly to take off her shoes, feeling a great sense of relief as her feet were freed from the very beautiful but tight high heels she was wearing. At the same time, she felt oddly naked and exposed without them. She felt the cold sand under her heels and shivered.

"Are you cold?" Alessandro asked, concerned.

"Just a little" she replied.

"Well, you really aren't wearing that much" he joked.

Andrea looked down. She had on a black low-cut dress that hugged her body to below the knee, made of silk. It was flimsy indeed. Her nipples were clearly visible through the soft fabric (she wasn't wearing a bra), and she blushed.

"Let me get my jacket for you." Alessandro walked back up past her and into the house. As she was standing all alone waiting for him, she felt cold but wasn't sure if it was the sand and the ocean breeze or her own anxious anticipation. She took a few deep breaths and tried to relax.

Alessandro returned with the black jacket he had been wearing and a blanket. He put the jacket around her shoulders and she could smell him now all around her--it was wonderful. He led the way, towards the water and to the right. They walked in silence for a few minutes, and soon the voices on the deck could barely be heard. All that was left was night, and sand, and water, and the silver moon.

"I am so glad you are here tonight" Alessandro finally broke the silence.

"Me too" Andrea answered honestly.

She loved the sand under her feet, the warmth of his jacket on her, the sound of his voice, his dark features, everything about him really.

"How long have you lived in this house?" she attempted to start a conversation.

"Oh, a long time. Over ten years."

"It really is an amazing place. I love the ocean."

"Yeah, it's incredible. I am so lucky. I love going out on my boat and just being able to get away from it all."

"I know what you mean". Andrea imagined a lazy afternoon out on the water with him.

"Want to sit here?" Alessandro asked.

They were pretty far now, the lights of his house could barely be seen in the distance and there were no other houses around.

"Sure" Andrea answered.

Alessandro laid down the blanket. Andrea wondered how she might sit in such a way as to not expose her legs completely but as she watched him sit and then look up at her, she thought, fuck it, whatever will be will be. She sat next to him on the blanket. Her dress was now pulled up almost all the way as she had feared.

They sat next to each other watching the waves. Andrea's heart was racing. Then Alessandro lowered his eyes and looked at her legs, white in the moonlight and well shaped. Without a word, he started caressing the outside of her left leg, closest to him. His hand was tentative and gentle, just the slightest touch.

"Your skin is so soft" he said.

Andrea thought again, this is really happening. I am really here with Alessandro. His fingers on her leg felt intensely erotic and she felt her entire body begin to throb.

"Your hand feels divine" she answered. She watched him touching her, seeing his profile, his strong arm, long fingers, and wanted to jump into his arms.

He turned his head and looked into her eyes. He took his hands off her leg and began playing with her hair. She felt herself sinking into his dark eyes, eyes that seemed to look deep into her, as if he were searching for her very essence.

And then he said, "You are so fucking beautiful". She couldn't help but smile, so happy and amazed at the same time.

He leaned in and kissed her. When their lips met, Andrea closed her eyes and felt exhilarated beyond anything she could have imagined. His lips tasted sweet and they explored hers slowly, as if he wanted to savor every moment. It was both romantic and lustful. As the passion they felt increased, he started kissing her more aggressively, though still holding back. He entered her mouth with his tongue and Andrea responded by sucking gently, matching his movements. But her desire for him was too much to bear, and soon she started kissing him like she had never kissed a man before. She cradled his head in her hands and devoured his mouth, didn't even notice when he slid the jacket off her shoulders. He was pleased by her excitement and kissed her back, until they were both out of breath. His right arm was now holding her close and they sat there momentarily, Andrea taking in every detail of his gorgeous face, Alessandro enjoying her take such pleasure in him.

She let go of his head and laid on her back on the blanket, without breaking eye contact. She beckoned him to her with her eyes. Alessandro climbed on top of her, letting his weight rest on her body. She felt the hardness of his sex through her dress, the heaviness of his body against her, his amazing eyes still looking into hers. He leaned down and began to kiss her again, this time without any of the earlier hesitation or patience. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close as he opened her mouth with his, found her tongue and licked, then took it deeply into his mouth, his lips glued to hers. Andrea had never thought a kiss alone could be so erotic, she felt her entire body become his, wanting him beyond any reason.

They kissed and kissed, taking turns giving and receiving, entering and being entered, until they were both out of breath again. Andrea felt flushed and hungry for more. 

"Take off your shirt" she requested. 

Alessandro obeyed. Holy fucking shit, Andrea thought. His upper body was lean, with well-defined muscles, not much chest hair. His nipples were perfectly shaped. He looked like he just walked out of a photo shoot. In the moonlight, Andrea wondered if this was all a dream. 

"You like what you see?" he asked, with that same trace of self-consciousness in his voice she had sensed earlier. Damn, Andrea thought, does he really not know how amazing he looks?

"Oh yes" she assured him.

"Me too" he said as he looked at Andrea's reclining body. Her long legs were almost entirely exposed and he could just see a hint of her panties. Her breasts were bouncing a little with each breath she took, nipples clearly visible. 

Alessandro bent down and reached under Andrea's dress, then removed her panties, and threw them to the side. Oh my God, she thought, I am really going to fuck Alessandro Suarez. Any doubts she might have had about this were long gone, as her body demanded to be possessed by Alessandro. Her pussy, already wet and now exposed, trembled. He came back on top of her, this time holding himself up by his hands, taking a closer look at her breasts. Andrea started playing with his nipples, using her fingers to caress them, then grabbed his chest muscles with her hands. Alessandro threw his head back and moaned. She became bolder, pinched his nipples hard. Alessandro abruptly looked down and into her eyes, with an expression that made her picture a burning fire. Without a word, he leaned down and started kissing her ferociously. He lowered his body onto hers and let her feel him hard as a rock against her pelvis. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and she could feel him getting even harder somehow. Andrea would have moaned if she could have, but Alessandro's tongue was deep inside her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his back, feeling his tense body, and dug her nails into his skin.

When he had enough of her mouth, he sat up a little and looked into her eyes again. The fire she saw earlier was positively a blaze now and she felt scorched by his gaze. He slid down her shoulder straps brusquely, using both of his hands. Instantly Andrea's breasts were freed--the silk dress was hardly a match for Alessandro's desire. She watched the admiring look in his eyes and felt sexier than ever. 

Alessandro leaned down and started sucking on her left nipple. The sensation was intense. She could feel that her wet pussy was screaming for attention. She arched her back and felt him take as much of her breast in his mouth as he could, sucking even harder on her nipple, a divine combination of pain and pleasure. She let out a soft scream. He then moved on to the right breast with his mouth, his left hand taking over on the left. He pinched her left nipple while repeating the same forceful sucking on her right. Andrea thought there was a distinct possibility she might have an orgasm soon. 

As if he knew this, Alessandro reached down with his right hand and started exploring the lips of her sex, gliding easily all around as she was so wet. His fingers were gentle but determined, to touch every part of her, to make her surrender completely to him. Andrea felt she was no longer on a beach but rather in another reality, one in which only the two of them existed. He was still abusing her left breast with his hand, and her right with his mouth. He then shoved two fingers deep inside of her and Andrea screamed, louder now. She forgot to worry about being heard, or about anything else for that matter. His thumb found her clit and started rubbing. If she thought she had wanted him before, now she was absolutely desperate. Each touch of his thumb brought on waves of pleasure, her body started to shake. He was pleasuring her with his hand, his mouth, his fingers--fuck me, Andrea thought, the man is gifted!

She felt her orgasm begin in some deep recess of her body and moaned loudly. Alessandro released her right breast from his mouth so he could watch her come. She felt her vagina tighten around his fingers, and rode the long and relentless course of her climax through her pussy, her breasts, her pelvis, all the way down to the tips of her fingers and toes. The whole time being penetrated by Alessandro's gaze, unable to even close her eyes. Her ears started ringing. 

When she finally finished, he took his hands away. Andrea lay there looking at him, her pussy throbbing, her heart pounding, her breath starting to slow down at last. So gorgeous, she thought.

"I want to fuck you right here right now" Alessandro said to her.

"I want you to" Andrea replied. 

"You are so fucking beautiful" he repeated.

He got up and took off his shorts. The sight of his hard cock brought to this state by her made Andrea wet all over again. Her heart was beating so loudly, she feared it would explode. She sighed. He climbed on top of her again and she let him spread her legs. She felt his hard cock against her and sighed again. And then he penetrated her, slowly and deeply, in one sensual movement that made her moan with pleasure. The feeling of his cock entering her was delicious, every fiber of her body alive and tingling. 




The Party Ch. 01



"Andrea" he said to her, almost singing her name. He began moving back and forth inside her, without hurry, just one slow push after another. She raised her hips to let him in a little deeper each time, holding his tight ass in her hands. He stopped and kissed her again while deep inside her. Then started fucking her with renewed lust, more forcefully now, more deeply still, and faster. His first aggressive thrust made her scream and he smiled.

"You like that?" he asked seductively.

"Oh yes, please don't stop" she answered.

"Am I going to make you come again?"

"Yes, please do it" she pleaded.

Just hearing his voice was almost enough. He followed the rhythm of her body and let her dictate his movements. Andrea was beyond desire, beyond excitement, beyond herself. His skillful penetration and the knowledge that she was the source of his lust gave her all she needed. And when he lost control and pushed into her for the last time and she heard him moaning, her body responded with the most intense orgasm possible, even stronger than the first. She held on to him as if her life depended on him, which perhaps in that moment it did. She closed her eyes and followed the sensations of her body, the spreading warmth inside her, the waves of pleasure all throughout, like a drug coursing through her veins. When she opened her eyes, she could see that Alessandro was still deep into his own feelings, his face transformed by ecstasy. He groaned with pleasure and finally opened his eyes.

Looking into his eyes now, in the midst of this mutually euphoric moment, Andrea felt transported into another world. His eyes were kind and beautiful, and she wondered how she could ever live again without his gaze upon her. He leaned down and gave her a long, soft kiss on her trembling lips.

"So fucking amazing" he whispered.

"I hope there will be more" Andrea replied, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt. Even now, still recovering from her climax, she felt desire for him.

"I will fuck you so much more, you have no idea" he promised.

Alessandro lifted his body off of hers, pulling out slowly, and laid on his back next to her, exhausted but he too wanting more. They laid together for a little while, listening to the ocean waves, allowing their bodies to rest.

"I think we should head back" he finally said. He stood up and put his shorts on. "I'm not letting you put these back on" he said smiling, picking up her black thong and taking a whiff of her sweet smelling pussy. He put them in his pocket and reached out his hand to help Andrea get up.

Andrea got up slowly, a bit unsteady on her feet. She arranged her dress and watched Alessandro fold the blanket. He handed her the jacket but she shook her head, she didn't need it now. He put one arm around her shoulders and started leading the way back.

"How lucky am I to have met you tonight?" Alessandro commented.

Andrea thought, if only you knew how long I've dreamed of this. Instead, she put her arm around his waist, pulling him close to her, never wanting to let go.



The Party Ch. 01



The invite came via e-mail. The place was a secluded acreage that I had been to (and fucked at) once before. Aside from the spacious main house, there was an adjacent guest house/garage with an indoor pool between them. The occasion was the owners' 40th birthday. The theme was 40 men for 40 years.

When I arrived, there were about 10 cars already there. I assumed that some of the guests had taken a taxi as I had. A beautiful young man wearing a g-string and stiletto heels greeted me at the door. He handed me a numbered bag, and smilingly directed me to the next room where I could undress. I could see his erection peeking over the top of his g-string, and couldn't resist giving it a gentle touch with my finger tip, asking him if he would be joining the festivities once all the guests had arrived. 

"I look forward to servicing several of the guests, sir." he replied with a feminine purr.

It was very easy to imagine cocks buried in his mouth and ass and his tanned and oiled body anointed with creamy droplets of cum.

The change room was fully equipped with body lotions, lubes, cock rings and even a box of butt plugs. The lighting was soft and slightly pulsed in tune with the music of the party.

I oiled up my body, and squirted a shot of lube into my asshole before sliding one of the butt plugs in. I expected to get fucked, but I also wanted to savor a few cocks with my mouth first, and I just love sucking cock with a nice butt plug in my ass.

I entered the pool area from the change room, and just stood and took in the scene. Most of the men were in this area, but I could see some in adjoining rooms. All were gloriously naked or barely dressed in various leather and latex creations. Most were standing around talking, although the talk was notably about sex as the body language was intimate and close. Many were kissing and touching each other, and some were engaged in various erotic couplings. Any that were, had other men watching intently as they fucked or masturbated or sucked cock.

The host, who had invited me to share in his lovers' 40th, broke away from an intense kiss with another 40-ish stud and came over to greet me. His eyes were glazed with excitement as he grabbed me at the waist and pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I could taste cum as our tongues tangled. He pushed his cock against mine and he moved his grip up to my shoulders and thanked me for joining them. 

"Isn't it decadent?" he gushed, as we took in the scene.

The stud joined us. He smiled at me and asked our host for an intro. 

"Tom, this is Dan" my host said to the stud "and Dan likes it any way he can get it, don't you Dan?" he said breathily.

I reached over and caressed Tom's thick shaft.

"Oh, yes, I do."

Tom leaned in and whispered into my ear. 

"I was hoping to find someone as nice looking as you to suck my cock in front of all these guys. Does that sound like a good start?"

I took one of his hand and guided it around to my ass and let him find the plug in my hole. 

"That sounds like a great start, but lets go watch some of the action, first."

I took him by the hand and we walked over to where a middle aged man was on his back with his legs up over the shoulders of a man who was slowly fucking him. The top's eyes were fixed on the place where their body's connected, watching his cock slide in and out of the bottom's hole. The bottom had cum on his face, and he was greedily sucking on another man's balls as he fucked two fingers in and out of the man's ass.

As we stood there watching, the man getting his balls sucked let out a groan and his cock twitched upward and a long stream of white love nectar gushered out of him and ran down his cock to the waiting mouth and tongue of the bottom.

I kissed Tom and said "I need some of that!" and went to my knees and stole several licks of jism from the face and mouth of the bottom. As I did, Tom reached down and caressed my balls and scrotum, and ran his finger around my engorged love hole. He kissed me wantonly when I stood.

"Do you want me to suck some other cocks first?" I asked "You can watch. I can fuck for you, too, if you'd like"

"Suck me now" he said commandingly "and then I'll watch you do anything you like. You like to be watched, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah" I cooed as I wrapped my hand around his rigid love tool. As I knelt before him, the bottom next to us cried out and an incredible gusher of cum erupted from his cock, anointing his belly, chest, and even face with big pearly drops of his precious fluid. I reached over and lapped up a big tongueful before wrapping my mouth around my new lovers tool.

I went at him slowly, taking him deep into my throat as I cupped his balls in my hand, then sucking as I withdrew him until only my lips held his purple glans. I could sense him at the edge of climax, so I looked up at him and asked him if he wanted to cum all over my face or all in my mouth. 

"It's all yours" he replied. and as I sucked him in again he exploded in my mouth. I shoved him deep so that I could feel his first squirt deep in my throat so that I could swallow it easily. It was so satisfying that I took the second one deep as well, then quickly withdrew so that I could feel his warm spunk on my tongue, lips, and face. When I gazed up at him, he was deeply kissing another man who had pressed up beside him, and whose cock was next to my face. Then both of them smiled down at me and I took the other cock in my hand and used it to smear the spunk all over my face and then took it in my mouth as I looked up at them. In seconds I was rewarded with another gusher of man cream. I let this load spill out of my mouth and down my chin to my chest.

They caressed my shoulders and then pulled me to my feet and Tom and I kissed passionately. 

"You suck cock incredibly" Tom whispered in my ear "I'd like to watch you fuck."

"oh, God, yes" I said "let's find someone to fuck me." My asshole was hungry for love.

(More to cum)



The Party Ch. 01



Jake knocked on the door of the Balmoral St property: the lawns were immaculate and the exterior of the house seemed as though it had been freshly spring -cleaned.

A middle aged buxom woman opened the door, frowning and then eyes widening as she realised with alarm who was standing there. "what do you want?" she asked her voice rising.

"Nothing to worry about Mrs B", Jake smiled-"We've been able to completely sort your debt to us; just letting you know we'll be having a party here starting about 6pm, so you can get yourself ready"

"ready?" Mrs Bachelor quavered.

"Yes, as I said, nothing to worry about. If you can just ensure you're nude and ready when the first of the guests arrive. Oh and it might pay to oil your cunt and arsehole well too, we're expecting quite a few guys to come and we don't want to disappoint them do we?" Jake smiled at Mrs B as the realisation of what was going to happen to her dawned on her.

"It'll be a two day affair and we're expecting at least a couple of hundred guys-" Jake smiled again. "Sorry perhaps I should come inside to discuss the event in more detail?"-Mrs B looked bewildered and nodded in confusion .Jake stepped inside and walked casually down the hallway to the kitchen where he poured himself a coffee from the pot on the stove.

"Yeah, should be a great party. We'll video the full two days of course. As the host we'll want you to greet each of the guys as they arrive; give them a warm loving kiss and let them check your cunt as they arrive and pour them a drink; that kind of thing."

"Once we have a few of the guys here -say 30-then it'll be nice if you do a little nude dance for them; waggle your udders and bottom and show your open cunt-that kind of thing-" Mrs B nodded in shock. "Really make them feel welcome and make them feel at home with you Mrs B."

"We've had a raffle for the first five inside you Mrs B. Oh, and if you don't mind could you bring a mattress into the living room here once I'm gone? Obviously for the enjoyment of everyone , we've agreed, sensibly I think, that there should be absolutely no rules about what the guys cant do to you- you wouldn't want to disappoint them would you Mrs B? It should be a great video; you're going to be famous! And to ensure full enjoyment for everyone, you'll need to clean the sperm out of your holes after each round of twenty guys have ejaculated in you-I think thats fair don't you think Mrs B?" Mrs B nodded again-eyes wide and mouth open.

"There'll be a spot prize for the most exciting thing done to your body; and of course a prize for the guy who impregnates you this time... 

Because there's such a large cover charge for the party we thought it only fair that each of the guys gets a key to the house so they have a lifetime opportunity to enter you whenever they like in the future. So once the party's over it wont make any sense for you to wear clothes any more-I know you'll agree Mrs B-no point in disappointing any of your men is there Mrs B?"-Jake smiled again "Well, I think that's about it for now Mrs B-any questions"? Jake drained his coffee. "No?, well, don't worry, I'll see myself out and I'll see you in an hour's time then with the first of your guests! As I said, please oil yourself well; and do have your teats hard and cunt open so they know you're excited to see them, I'd hate you to disappoint them". -Jake smiled again broadly and gave Mrs B a tap on her capacious bottom "I'll come over and try your holes myself in a few days once they've tightened up a little. Dont worry-the guys will love it!"

An hour or so later, Jake pulled up again at 20 Balmoral St. He noted with satisfaction that Mrs B was standing nude in the front doorway welcoming the young men with wet kisses . One of the men playfully pulled on Mrs B's pussy hair and the boys laughed as Mrs B shrieked, while another smacked her big pink floppy udders, sending them twirling in opposite directions. The group sauntered inside as another pair of young men arrived. After Mrs B's obligatory wet kiss for each of them, the smaller of the two men rubbed her big pink belly and said something inaudible to the other man: they laughed.

Jake stepped out of the car and walked over to the house. He could see, as he walked closer to the doorway that Mrs B's teats were indeed hard and red, and there was a large excited red flush from neck to belly. There was an expression of bewilderment apprehension and excitement on her face. "You are indeed a good host, Mrs B", he smiled reassuringly. "I'm impressed! Jake slid his hand between her large thighs and grunted approvingly as he felt a copious stream of juices flowing from her vagina and noted the puddle between her legs. He peered passed her down the hall and saw the growing restless crowd of men milling in the living room sipping their beers.

"Hey, I think it's time for that dance Mrs B!-let's get this show on the road!"



The Party Ch. 01



She went and picked up another little package which had a tiny waist cincher.

"Let's slip this on as well, just to hold your tummy in"

I blushed as I looked down, so what, I had a little belly, still didn't think I needed that.Mrs. Markus slip it around my waist and pulled it together.

"Hold your breath in!"

I suck in as she pulled it even tighter.

"There, that's better" she said smiling.

Letting go of my breath I gasped as it held my waist firm.

"You're just going to die when you see this. These nylons are so beautiful Nancy" she said coming back with another little box, carefully pulling them out." They have such a delicious reddish tinge to them to match your dress.

I sat on the edge of the bed, as she rolled them into a small ball then pushed them slowly up my legs. The nylons were soft and silky, I was secretly loving the way they felt especially the way they tightly hugged my thighs.

Standing back up, I tilted my leg back and forth, amazed how nice my legs looked. I smiled to myself.

Mrs. Markus gave me another look over before she picked up the dress.

"We won't have to worry about cleavage with this type of dress." 

Again she seemed to be chatting with someone else besides me. She had me step into the dress and pulled it up.

"This is what we call a tube dress" she said as she pulled it up pass my bra, slipping my arms in the puffy arms bands, smoothing it out just below my armpits.

The dress was rather tight but she said that it was just fine and that's the way it was suppose to look. 

"Aren't these styles of dresses just darling? Buzz is just going to love this on you..." She said with her hands on my shoulder, then noticing something else. I think I'll rub a little foundation on your shoulders, just to take the shine out of them. That will make them look softer and rounder, more feminine looking." 

I never could have believed I was going to go through all of this for Buzz. It never really crossed my mind of all the detail Mrs. Markus was going through .I guess she really wanted him to get this promotions. Most mothers are that way with their sons I guess. She placed a pair of black heels in front of me. I steady myself as I slip them on.

"Well, I think you're finished." Mrs., Markus said as she stood back and looked at me." You're very beautiful Nancy. I think your going to be the best looking girl there."

I blushed when she said girl. Mrs. Markus just smiled at me and took me by the hand." Let's go show you off to Buzz."

"Buzz?" Mrs. Markus called out. We're all done, close your eyes."

"You stay right here, I'll tell you when to come out". She whispered letting go of my hand.

I could barely hear them talking when Mrs. Markus called out for me to come into the room.

I nervously walked out into the room. Buzz was standing next to his mother in a dark blue suit. It was so easy to see it was tailored for him and for once I could definitely see why the girls went out with him...He really was a handsome man.

"Don't you say one word Buzz or I'll call the whole thing off right now" I said warning him not to laugh or say something stupid to me.

"Rob, I can't believe that's you, I mean, your beautiful." Buzz said as he slowly walked towards me with his mother.

"Isn't she just darling Buzz?" Mrs. Markus said as she picked away at my hair, her eyes darting back and forth.

"You're going to need a little more" She whispered.

Mrs. Markus grabbed some tissue and pulled back my dress open a little and stuffed my bra with them.

"A girl needs all the help she can get" she murmured.

Buzz was still standing there looking at me. I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't even look at him.

For the next hour Mrs. Markus went in great detail how I should greet and hold myself in conversation. I didn't really find it that hard because of me growing up with my sisters. I was more worried that Buzz would screw it up the night...

"I think I've gone over all that I can. " She said as she leaned over and gently kissed my cheek. 

"Thank-you Mrs. Markus" I blushed. 

"Ok you kids, make sure you remember everything, and Buzz, don't forget to call her Nancy, that's so important, and don't slip up. And Nancy, you have to show how delicate you are, listen more then talk and remember your manners. People will be watching your every move."

"Yes Mrs. Markus" I said as she sprayed some perfume over my shoulders and neck.

"Oh, I almost forgot" she went back in the bedroom and came out clutching a small handbag that matched my dress.

."A girl can't be without her purse." she laughed." It has everything you'll need for a touch-up. Go ahead open it."

I took it from her and slowly opened the handbag.

"What's this Mrs. Markus?" I said as I held up a small little pouch.

"Open it." She said. 

As I opened it I could see a pair of diamond earrings and what I thought to be a matching ring.

"They were Buzz's grandmothers. Please be careful with them."

I took them out of the pouch and fumbled trying to clip the earrings on. Mrs. Markus came to the rescue and did it for me.

"You're a nervous wreck girl" She said taking the pouch from my hand and taking out the ring with a cluster of diamonds in a heart shape...

"Buzz; put this on Nancy, I want to take picture of you two before you go."

"Jeeze Mrs. Markus, do we really have to have our pictures taken?"

I asked making a face.

"Nancy,,, don't worry about it. My mom worked very hard to get you ready, the least you can do can is have a few pictures taken. Buzz said sounding a little annoyed with me.

I just shook my head a little and walked over to Buzz.

"Well it's just because I don't think we should be making such a big deal about this party. Let's just get this whole thing over with."

Both of them laughed as they said how cute I looked when I was trying to show authority.

I just stood next to Buzz and held my hand out. He gently took my hand in his hand and placed the ring near the tip of my finger.

"Ok, now smile" Mrs. Markus said holding the camera up to her face.

I looked over at Mrs. Markus forced a smile. Buzz then slid the ring on my finger. Mrs. Markus continued to take pictures as she was telling us where to stand and how to pose. I was getting very anxious and so was Buzz. I knew Mrs. Markus could sense this as she finally put the camera down. 

Buzz then put his hand softly on my shoulder. I flinched down and pulled away from him, looking at him.

"What do you think your doing Buzz?" I said.

Both Buzz and his mother looked at me puzzled.

"You don't expect me not to touch you all night do you? I mean you are my date for god sakes Nancy. What do you think everyone would think if we didn't even hold hands?" Buzz said.

"I will hold your hand Buzz and that's about it, I'm no fag, I hate guys touching me. I think it's disgusting."

I'm sure I said all of that just to prove that I was still a guy .If not in looks, at least in mind. It was hard to sound convincing looking like this.

"Ok, you two have a good time and I'll see you both later." Mrs. Markus said as she was getting her things together.

Buzz took my hand and we both walked out of the room towards the elevator at the atrium. It was strange holding his hand as we both looked at each other. Buzz lifted his arm and checked the time on his watch.

"5:30, we'll have a couple of drinks at the bar before we go to the hall for the dinner. He said.

The doors of the elevator opened and we walked in. I couldn't help noticing our reflections in the glass of the elevator.

"We just might be able to pull this off" I said to myself. 

We both watched the numbers of the floors go by quietly. 

"As soon as these doors open, I want you to take my arm and I will escort you to the bar. Understand?"

It shocked me the way he said that. Maybe it was his nerves but it sounded mean the way he said "understand" that to me, I roughly took his arm as the door opened.

"Here we go, now smile."

He ignored my handling of his arm.

You could hear my heels clicking along the floor as we made our way to the bar. I clutched onto my handbag as Buzz got behind me and placed his hand on the small of my back, steering me to a couple of seats. 

He pulled my chair out for me to sit. I smiled looking at him.

"What can I get you folks today?" The waiter asked.

I was about to tell him when Buzz spoke up before me.

"I'll have a beer and the lady will have a glass of white wine."

"Very good sir" He walked away.

"What did you order me wine for Buzz? I hate the stuff; I need a beer for god sakes." I said to him without using my lips to say the words.

"You're not going to be slugging beer back all night like one of the guys Nancy. It's going to be wine for you. Now just sit there and shut up."

Buzz reached under and gave my arm a squeeze, then sternly looked at me. "Don't fuck this up Nancy."

I didn't want to let him know he was hurting me. I just pulled my arm away from him. This really isn't going the way I thought. Buzz had completely changed his whole attitude towards me. I just couldn't understand that.

"Well can I have a cigarette at least Buzz?"

"No, maybe later you can have one but you're not to smoke. Now just behave like a good girl."

The waiter came back with the drinks.

"Ok, so that's a beer for the gentleman and a wine for the lady"

"Thank-you very much," Buzz said.

I just smiled at the waiter and took a sip of my wine.

We sat there for a couple of hours. Buzz didn't want to go to the party too soon. 

I was feeling more at ease. It might have been the wine or maybe the fact that I was passing as a woman with flying colors. Most of the guys coming in the bar would look at me as they took their seats. I didn't really like it but it always made me blush when they would smile at me...

"You better cool it Nancy" Buzz said leaning over to me." You suppose to be with me."

"What am I doing?" I said.

"Just the way you're looking back at them." He said queitly."Come on, we better get going to the party.

"What did he mean by that? " I thought." I'm not looking at them in anyway"

I finished my glass of wine and grabbed my handbag. As I stood up I stumbled a bit making the table shake and the glasses tipping over. I wasn't sure if it was my heels or the wine but Buzz caught me by the arm.

"You ok Nancy? You're not drunk are you?" He whispered.

Looking around I was so embarrassed by everyone looking at me. Even the waiter came over asking if everything was alright. I felt like such a fool.

"I'm fine; I just caught my heel on the table leg." 

Blushing as I straighten up. Buzz's eyes were throwing daggers at me as we whisk me out of the bar then swung me around and held me by my arms in front of him out in the lobby.

"You better start straightening up this very second Nancy. I can't have you making a scene in front of all the people from work. You better just lay off the wine for a while, you understand me?" 

Buzz had me pulled so hard that I was barely touching the ground. I could see people looking at us and turning their heads away.

"Buzz, you're the only one making the scene right now, so let go of me right now" I whispered loudly.

Buzz softened the grip on my arms but pulled me with him." Let's go"

It was hard to keep up with him in my heels, I almost fell a few times as he roughly hurriedly me along. We stopped just short of the doors that led to the party. 

"Ok Nancy, this is it. How do I look? Buzz asked as he straightens his tie a little not even realizing how he just made me feel pulling me with him.

"Never mind you Buzz, how about me for god sakes?" I said adjusting my dress.

Buzz looked me up and down. I turned around for him to make sure everything was alright.When I looked back at him he was just smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"I can't believe how pretty you're looking."

Buzz had a look in his eye, one that I never seen before but at least he wasn't mad any more.

We both entered the party together with Buzz's arm around my waist. People were greeting us as we slowly made our way inside. I was just smiling to them all. Like Mrs. Markus told me, I shouldn't say too much

Buzz had to stop at some table and sign in while I glanced around the place. It was so full of people of all different ages. The women were all drop dead gorgeous. I would just love to be here on any other night when I wasn't dressed like this, just to score on some ladies...

"Buzz!" I heard.

Buzz looked around as I saw him put some tickets in his pocket.

"Bill, how are you tonight? and Carol your looking as beautiful as ever. Buzz said extending his hand. "I would like you to meet someone."

"This is Nancy Gibson,,, Nancy; this is Bill and his wife Carol."

As I extended my hand out I heard Carol gasp.

"Oh my god" she paused."Buzz,,, you never told me you were engaged. When are you two getting married? Bill,,, did you know anything about this?" 

She held my hand tight as I tried to pull it away. I looked over at Buzz in a panic state. He just made his eyes roll a little, motioning me to play along, pleading with me.

Bill slapped Buzz on the back and congratulated him. Carol came forward and gave me a hug.

"I always knew there was a girl out there that could tame Buzz...Come,,, your going to have to tell me all about it." Carol said as she took my hand and started to lead me away from Buzz." The girls are just going to die when they hear this

"Wait, I pulled back at her hand, I just need to talk with Buzz." I smiled as she gently let go of my hand." Just give me a second"

Buzz could see the urgency in my eyes as I scooted to him.

"What the hell is going on Buzz?" I whispered under my breath.

Buzz reach down and took my hands into his.

"Shhhhh....Just play the part Nancy, I didn't know it was a dumb engagement ring. It must have been my mom's idea. Please don't ruin this; I'll owe you big time." He gently swung my hands in his, making us look like a couple madly in love while Bill and Carol looked on.

"Ok you love birds." Carol said." You can do that later."

Buzz and I both look over at Bill and Carol and smiled as we both walked over to them.

Carol took my hand again, dragging me across the floor to a table where two other couples were sitting while Bill and Buzz walked over to the bar.

"Guess what everyone" Carol happily giggled." Buzz is getting married to this little sweet thing. Nancy this is Julie and her husband Mark." She said pointing a finger at them. "And this is Buzz's boss, Harry and his wife Janice. He's the president of the company."

Smiling I just nodded and shyly mouthed the word hello to them as I sat down. 

I could see Julie leaning into her husband and whispering something as she secretly looked at me. I was hoping that she didn't suspect something.

"So did you introduce Nancy to everyone Carol?" Bill said as he and Buzz walk to our table with our drinks.

"Of course I did Bill." Carol said." I just can't get over the two of you getting married." When is the date?"

"We still have to make one, probally in a year or two" Buzz said as he pulled his chair out and sat down.

"I'm sure Nancy wants it sooner though." Carol said as she winked at me.

I smiled back at her and looked up at Buzz giving him a worried smile as he leaned close to me and told me to relax. I took a sip of my drink. It was just ginger ale. I couldn't believe he was cutting me off of alcohol. 

About an hour went by with everyone chattering about this and that. I wasn't paying much attention because it honestly bored me. I had finally convinced Buzz into letting me have a few drinks since I assured him it was from my heels and not the alcohol. 

It was becoming a nice party with everyone finishing up their drinks and making it up to the dance floor. Buzz had gotten up a few times to mingle with some of his co-workers leaving me alone at the table. I was starting to get a little annoyed with that. I could see that some of the women even looked at me funny as if I should keep a tighter rein on my future husband.

Looking around the room, I could see Buzz talking with some good looking woman in the corner, his arm stretched out over her against the wall. It was easy to see he was on the prowl. Normally I wouldn't care but somehow it just wasn't looking right. I would see glances of people talking about me, their eyes diverting away when I would look at them.

I slid my chair out and stood up, almost tripping, forgetting I was wearing heels. Picking up my handbag I walked towards the restrooms as daintily as I knew how. Eyes of all the men in the room seemed to follow me as I held my head up and ignore their stares. It was such a strange feeling to be looked at that way. I knew what they were thinking, what they wanted.

The younger guys seem to coral themselves at the entrance of the washrooms. They didn't seem to care about being so direct with looking at me.Thier stares made me blushed as I had to push through them. They made sexist comments about me to each other loud enough for me to hear.

"What was with them? What pigs they are."

Following some of the other women, I finally made it to the washroom. Most of the women inside were just freshen up their make-up as I made my way to a stall. It sure was a hassle lifting up my dress so not to get it all wrinkled. I was having a hell of a time as I finally bunched it up around my waist and sat down. It was then that I decided not to drink too much more as I really didn't want to do this again. It was just too much trouble.

"Did you see Buzz's fiancé? Isn't she a little young for him? And what do you think Jessica is going to say? I bet she never knew Buzz was going to get married."

I just sat there quietly as I heard some girls talking away, them not knowing I was sitting in the stall. I couldn't help but to wonder who the hell this Jessica girl was.

Another girl spoke out." She just looks so innocent, what could she possibly have to offer Buzz, to keep a man like him happy, let alone get him to marry her?" 

"We all know how Buzz is .She must be great at giving blowjobs."The other one said.

They both giggled as I stood up and pulled down my dress. I opened the door of the stall and walked out. Both of the girls looked completely embarrassed as I walked towards the counter and opened my handbag. 

As I lightly traced my lips with some lipstick, I couldn't keep quiet and turned to them.

"I heard what you said and I would like you both to know that I have lots to offer a man like Buzz. You're both just jealous because he chose to be with me and not with any of you looser girls, Jessica as well, who ever she is."

Dropping the tube of lipstick in my handbag, I clipped it shut and gave them a look."And yes, I do give great blowjobs" I twirl around on my heels and walked out. 

I was proud of the way I put them in their place. Stupid meddling bitches, that's all they have to talk about.

I walked down the corridor back to the party and looked over at the table. Buzz still wasn't there so I looked over the floor and saw him dancing with the same girl he was talking with earlier. Well, that really pissed me off. How can he just ignore me like this and basically throw himself at this girl. After all, I was his date, his girl, his fiancé. He was the one that wanted me to come here to the party with him dressed like I am. So what the hell??

It was probably the drinks in me that gave me the courage that I had. I was so pissed off that I went right into the crowded dance floor and right in between him and that slut.

"I need to talk with you Buzz" I said loudly, enough to make a few of the people around us stop and look.

Buzz looked a little shocked at first then he grew angry.

"This isn't the time or the place Nancy, now go sit down, I will be with you in a minute." He said; gently push me aside and starting to dance with that pig again.




The Party Ch. 01



Moving back in front of him, I dug my fingernails into his arm and started to pull him off the dance floor.

"Why don't you just leave him alone? It's obvious that he doesn't want to be with you sweetheart."

"And who the hell are you? I asked pointing my finger at her.

Now a small crowd of people started to gather round.

"I'm Jessica and by the looks of it, the one that Buzz wants to be with right now."

Not sure why I should have even given a shit but I just hated how she was looking at me, all smug and so sure of herself. And the fact that all of these people have been talking behind my back all night long, laughing that I was such an idiot for letting her take my soon to be husband away.

I walked right up to her and slapped her hard across the face. 

Without missing a beat she slapped me just as hard back. My cheek stung as I covered it with my hand. I lifted my hand up to slap her again when she gave me another, then another.

Between the drinks and the heels that I was wearing and the fact that she was surprisingly strong, I fell down to my knees. Buzz got between us just as Jessica was going to finish me off. He picked me up by my arm and lifted me to my feet.

"Apologize Nancy, right now!!" Buzz scolded at me in front of everyone.

So many people were looking at me. 

Buzz shook my arm some."Appoligize Nancy!!"

Everyone was waiting for me to say something. I looked around some and paused, then quickly ran off the dance floor. I was so humiliated that tears weld up in my eyes.

"Nancy" Buzz called out"Wait, come back here right now!"

I didn't want to stop running till I got out of this place. This was all a big mistake, I should have never agreed to any of this shit.

His footsteps got closer to me as I tried my hardest to run in these stupid heels. I felt his hand on my shoulder, pulling me to stop.

Buzz turned me to face him and held me at the waist.

"You can't leave me like this Nancy. It will ruin everything. I need you to come back with me. I really need you."

Tears were still in my eyes as I looked up at him. I felt stupid and was getting emotional about this.

"Buzz, don't you see what their saying about us with you spending all your time with that stupid slut?" I explain "You can't just make a fool out of me like this and expect me to hang around. Don't you realize that they won't give you a promotion if they think that you're a player that doesn't even respects his supposedly wife to be?"

Buzz stood there like some big kid that just fucked up.

"I didn't realize what I was doing Nancy. But I can see that you're right. I should have never done that."

Buzz sounded sincere and the way he looked at me with those "puppy done wrong" eyes, I just shook my head in disbelief.

"I can't believe I'm doing this again". I said under my breath.

"That's my good buddy." Buzz whispered as he pulled me tighter and gave me a surprisingly hug.

All of a sudden a roar of clapping started. We both turned and looked and seen about ten people standing at the doorway cheering us on.

"Give her a kiss Buzz!" Someone shouted from the crowd.

"Yea, come on you guys, kiss and make up" another yelled out.

I could feel Buzz pull me again by my waist so that we were facing each other again. We both could see what each other was thinking. Never did we think we were going to have to kiss. It never even came to mind with all our preparation for this party.

Buzz leaned down as I tilted my head up. I could feel his breath get closer as I just closed my eyes. I never in my life had a guy kiss me before and nor did I ever want one.

His lips touched mine as we both tensed up. I purse my lips and kissed him back fast. How discussing scribbled crossed my mind as I lowered my head and turned away from Buzz.

"Ohhhhhh...Come on, you two can do better than that. We're not letting you back inside till you convince us you two love birds have made up."

I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment as I looked at Buzz. I pursed my lips, waiting for another kiss.

His lips touched mine as I felt his hands tighten and pull me to him. It was strange the way he held me close to his body. His cock felt like it was hardening against my stomach. I had to be mistaken. 

He pressed his mouth against mine and gave me the most sensual kiss I ever had in my life. My hands went up from my sides and rested gently on his lapels of his jacket. Buzz continue to softly press his lips against mine and finally pulled away, looking at me then giving me a couple more light pecks.

What had gotten over Buzz? That wasn't a fake kiss; it felt like he really meant it.

Again the crowd clapped approval as I stood breathless wondering what had just happened. Goose bumps covered my arm as I looked over at them and blushed. Buzz then gently squeeze my side and slowly escorted me back to the party.

I felt so light headed having just kissed Buzz and so embarrassed that I somehow enjoyed it. I wonder if Buzz did as well. Was he really getting hard from kissing me? Did he want me in that way? Is that the way he's thinking of me right now? 

With his arm around me I was feeling feminine and sexy for the first time in my life. Something was happening and I wasn't to sure what. I leaned in closer to Buzz and felt him rub my side in affection.

"So where have you two been?" Carol asked.

Buzz pulled out my chair as I smoothed my skirt under my bottom; I delicately sat down on the edge of the seat. 

"Oh we just had to talk about a few things, that's all, everything is just fine,,, right Nancy???" 

I looked up and smiled at Buzz." everything is perfect" 

I held onto his eyes with mine a little.

"What was I doing?"

I quickly turned away from him and looked at Carol..."Everything is just fine"

"Well girl, if he ever gives you any trouble, you just come to me, I'll straighten him out" Carol said as she and the other ladies laughed, I smiled and laughed with them. That seemed to put everyone as ease.

I couldn't believe the time I was having after that. Julie and Carol were so much fun. They constantly were putting the guys down with little playful quips as dinner was served to us. We all had casual conversation while we were eating but it slowly moved to where the guys were talking amongst themselves and the girls likewise. It felt so strange being accepted as one of the girls.

"So, what do you do Nancy? Carol asked being polite since I wasn't really saying too much.

I looked at her a little stunned, we never planned for that kind of a question, I quickly looked over at Buzz but he was too wound up talking about baseball with the guys to take notice of what was just asked of me. I looked back at Carol and blushed a little.

"I'm between jobs right now," I thought hard again "I was a secretary for a small firm but they went out of business,,, so I 'm taking a little time off". 

Julie spoke up." Well dear, if Buzz gets this promotion, all you're ever going to have to do is take care of him and have some babies."

The women all giggled as I turned beet red.

"That's not going to happen anytime soon," I giggled back with them.

I was so proud of my answer as I picked up my glass of wine and took another sip. As I sat my glass back down, I look over at Buzz and leaned in close to him.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I whispered to him.

I figured if I excused myself from the table I could get out from the girl talk and not have to worry about being asked anymore weird questions.

Buzz just kept talking with the guys, typical for him to ignoring his date. I asked him again. 

I was feeling like I was almost invading on their "guy territory".

Still there was no response. I blushed as I notice Harry looking at me as I kept trying to get Buzz's attention.

"Um Buzz, I think the little lady wants something from you" Harry said as his eyes never left mine which felt a little strange. I smiled back at him.

Buzz looked over at me "Yes Nancy, what is it?"

Just as before, I felt a little uneasy as all the guys stop talking and look at me. Buzz seemed a little annoyed that I had interrupted him. 

There was no way I was going to just ask for a cigarette with them looking at me like that. I had to say something worth bothering their conversation.

"I want to dance" I said smiling, standing up and tugging at his arm to stand. 

All the guys jeered at Buzz as he rolled his eyes at them and stood up with me. One of the guys whispered loudly about already being "henpecked". 

Holding Buzz's hand I looked down at them with a sly smile.

"Why not ask your wives to dance as well, I'm sure they all want too."

Now it was Buzz's turn to laugh at them as he slipped his hand around my waist."Come on guys, the ladies want to dance."

I laugh right along with Buzz as everyone started to get up. The guys mumbling as their wives took their hands.

The music was loud and rocking as we entered the dance floor. Buzz pulled me to the center and swung me lightly in front of him.

Looking up at him smiling, I started to sway to the music; he just smiled back down at me. We were getting away with this masquerade. The plan was working perfect. I felt relieved as we both danced.

After about ten minutes of dancing, I really started to loosen up. I would look around and mimic how the other ladies were dancing.

Buzz was also enjoying himself as he would playfully grab at my waist and pull me to him. I would give him a seductive look and turn against his body and shimming up and down against him a few times then dancing back in front of him. I could see by the look in Buzz's eyes I was getting to him. Somehow I like that.

It was bound to happen, a slow song started playing. I hesitated for a second before I stepped close to Buzz. His hands went to my waist as mine went to his. We slowly swayed back and forth to the music. I looked up at him and smiled then rested my head against him. I felt him hold me tighter and a little lower on my hips.

Glancing up I could see Carol in the same position with her eyes shut, I strangely knew how she was feeling.

Buzz then lowered his head closer to mine and whispered

"You sure look hot tonight."

Did he just say I was hot? I said to myself as we kept dancing. Is that how he thinks of me? Hot? I was so embarrassed.

The song ended as I pushed away from him and laughed in the case he was kidding around. He just looked at me with a glint in his eye, almost a desired look. I'm sure he wanted me like any other girl he dated.

I felt his eyes devour me for a split second 

"I'm going back to the table to have another drink, you coming??" Buzz said.

." What? I mean, um, ok, sure." I said shaking off the little trance of his look.

Buzz turned and started to walk off the dance floor. I had to scurry to catch up with him. Taking small fast steps, carefully trying not to trip on my heels and slid my arm under his holding it tight against me. Buzz looked down and smiled.

Harry and Janice were already at the table sipping their wine when Buzz and I got there.

"You guys make a beautiful couple. We were watching you two as you dance. Reminded me of Harry and I when we were you age. "Janice said." You have made a perfect choice Buzz".

"Well thank-you very much" Buzz said as he pulled my chair out for me to sit." I think I made as right choice as well.

He was lightly rubbing my shoulders then leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I blushed and smile at the two of them and then looked up at Buzz.

He was really smitten with me. I could see it in his eyes and the way he was acting. He couldn't possibly be getting turned on by all of this, could he? 

"Um, Buzz." I said leaning close to him." Why did you say that to me?"

"Say what. I didn't say anything." Buzz said as he took a drink.

I didn't move my lips" Not here, out on the dance floor. You said I was hot."

Buzz blushed."Yea and so do the rest of the guys in here. You can't tell me that you haven't notice.

"Notice what? What are you talking about? I whispered loudly, looking at him. "

"Come on for Christ sakes, most of the guys in here would die to get a shot at you."

I quickly turned my head and looked around the party. I would see guys pull there eyes from me as soon as I looked at them. I couldn't believe it as I felt a warm sensation come over me. It was like I lost my breath or something. I was being desired, desired by men. I know I was blushing as I look back at Buzz.

We both stared at each other for a second,

He started to smile, and then I did. We couldn't hold back any longer as we both started to laugh.

"Can you honestly believe it? I laughed as I picked up my wine and took a sip.

Buzz was trying so hard to suppress his laughter. We giggled to ourselves for five minutes, trying hard not to be notice by anyone.

We sat a while longer and chatted with everyone as they came back from dancing. Buzz and I seem to be more at ease now. It was almost the same as any other time we were together except of me being dressed this way.

I drank the rest of my wine and whispered to Buzz that I had to go to the washroom again. I stood up with my purse and made my way to the washrooms. It made me uneasy noticing all the guys glaring at me. I now knew how girls must feel, being undressed all the time with there eyes. 

I pushed open the door and right away noticed that Jessica was standing doing her make-up with a few other girls. I stopped hesitantly then started to walk in. Our eyes locked onto each others. There was a second of silence, then I seen her slowly open her mouth.

"Truce?" She said as a slight smile appeared.

She must have seen the relieved look on my face as I smiled back.

"Sure, why not. I would like that."

She walked up to me. This was the first time I seen her in better light. Jessica was slightly taller than I realized, maybe by an inch or two. Very pretty and confident.

"Besides, I wouldn't want to get on Buzz's wrong side now that he's going to be the "big boss" by kicking your ass." She touched my hair lightly then looked at me straight in the eyes. "Would we?"

Jessica scared me. Something about her seemed so devious. She wanted me to challenge her again. I could feel my cheeks redden as I slowly nodded yes to her.

She just smiled and whispered to herself."What a pretty young thing you are. The fun we could have together."

I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do or say. Was she hitting on me?? What did she mean "fun together?"

With that, she turned and walked away. Her friends followed right behind as I stood there memorized. This was getting weird as I slowly walk up to the sinks and looked in the mirror. 

It was no wonder no one suspected a thing. I really was a beautiful girl. 

My mind drifted off as I kept looking at my reflection. 

"So this is how I would look if I was a real girl" I thought.

This was the first time that I ever felt attractive. I liked that, I like the fact for I was desired by someone as beautiful as Jessica. I even like the fact that Buzz wanted me as well. 

Opening my purse, I took out the mascara Mrs. Markus put inside. I leaned over the sink a little, opening the slim container. I brushed some more mascara on my eye lashes to give them more volume. I giggled to myself on how good I was at it, probably from watching my sisters all the time.

Placing it back in my purse and looking again at myself, I made faces of different emotions on my face just to see what I looked like. Little pouting faces, flirty ones and sexy ones. This was so much fun as I suddenly heard the door open to the washroom. I quickly stepped back and smiled at the lady as she walked in and I walked out.

The lights had dimmed in the party room. All of the dinners plates were cleared away now and everyone was either dancing or just hanging about in small clusters. As I stood there, glancing over to my table I could see that Buzz was once again gone.

"Why does he keep taking off" I said to myself, finally noticed him standing at the bar with a few of the guys.

Smiling to myself, I made my way towards him, making sure I bumped accidentally against some of the guys standing about. 

I would smile and blush the way they would look down at me. I was so much loving this attention I was getting.

I maneuvered my way between the guys that Buzz was talking too and slid right up in front of him.

"Hi sweetheart. Did you miss me?" I said softly as I lifted my hands up and toyed with his tie.

Buzz blushed."Um, sure I did."

His eyes darted up looking at the guys to see the reaction they had, and then looked down at me with the expression on his face as to say "What are you up to now?"

I just smiled, "Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" 

With that I spun around still holding onto his tie as it lay softly over my shoulder. I could feel my butt press into Buzz's crotch.

"Oh, these are the guys from the loading docks this is Stewart and Paul."

"Hi guys" I softly spoke as I daintily shook hands with them both making sure I stared into there eyes, watching them devour me. "God, the powers of a woman" I thought to myself as I made sure my ass kept rubbing against Buzz's crotch, knowing what it was doing to him.

The guys chatted back and forth, continuing the conversation. Like a good girl I just listened and smiled at each one of them as they talked.

Harry then walked up and reached between Stewart and Paul, taking my hand in his.

"Can't you see your boring the lady guys?" Harry said as he pulled me to him." Come and dance with me Nancy, Do you mind Buzz?"

"No no, go right ahead." Buzz said knowing he had to say yes to his boss.

I followed Harry out to the dance floor and quickly started to dance with him. Harry was about 50 and inches taller then me. He wasn't a bad looking guy but had a few extra pounds around his waist.

Feeling my new girly powers, I seductively danced in front of him, turning around slowly as I moved my hips. I held his eyes on mine as I openly flirted with him. 

I know it wasn't right but I just couldn't help myself. It felt so wonderful to finally be noticed and wanted. I was always just a wallflower.

Harry would playfully grab at me when I danced a little too close. We were having such a good time, this cat and mouse game. Harry was a really fun guy.

After a few more dances and as the final song stopped, he asked if I wanted to go outside for a breath of fresh air. We were so both so hot and breathless. I just smiled at him and told him I would love too.

Harry slipped his arm under mine and we walked off the dance floor. I could see that he was so proud to have such a young girl with him which made me feel special as well. 

Opening the doors of the dance hall balcony we stepped out. The fresh air felt so wonderful as we strolled slowly to a flower bed's retaining wall. 

"Care for a cigarette?" Harry said as he reaches inside his jacket and pulled out a pack.

"I would love one." Smiling, I took one from his pack. My diamond ring shinning in the moonlight.

"That's quite the ring you have there. You must be very happy." Harry said as he flicked his lighter. 

"Oh I am" tilting my head as I lit my cigarette." I 'm very happy and lucky to have found a guy like Buzz. He's such a great guy"

"Your very special yourself Nancy. You're young, alive and very beautiful." 

Looking into Harry's eyes I felt myself blush. I never had anyone talk to me that way. My heart felt so warm.

He reached over and softly touched the side of my face with the back of his hand, rubbing softly.

"Yes, Buzz is one lucky guy .I bet he just can't wait to be getting home after work to see such a beautiful girl.

"What was he meaning by that?" I looked at him suspiciously.





The Party Ch. 01



This is a story about a dominant hot wife who sleeps with other men and humiliates her submissive cuckold husband. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.

*

I was talking to Rick Miller and Todd Bentley. We'd spent the last hour dissecting the National Football League. All three of us were pretty drunk. We were at a party at Pete Damon's house.

As I listened to Rick talk about his beloved Green Bay Packers I noticed that people were leaving. It was getting late. The party was winding down. I realized that I was tired. I was ready to join them. I also wanted to go home.

I looked around for my wife. I didn't see Janet anywhere.

I turned to Rick and said, "Hey I gotta go find my wife." 

Rick nodded and kept on talking to Todd.

I walked into the dining room. Janet's good friends Lisa and Meg were sitting at the table flirting with several guys.

I walked over to them. "Lisa have you seen Janet?"

There was this uncomfortable silence for a moment and then Meg started to giggle. Lisa looked at her and shook her head. Meg quieted down immediately.

Lisa looked at me and said, "No Robbie, I haven't seen her for at least a half hour."

I nodded. "Okay thanks."

I walked into the kitchen. There were several guys in there standing around drinking beer. I knew Don Maxwell. 

When I walked in he smiled and said, "Hi Robbie, want a beer?'

I shook my head. "No thanks, I've had enough. Hey have you guys seen Janet?"

The guys all looked at the floor. I think that two of them might have been smiling.

Don took a sip of his beer and said, "Sorry buddy I haven't seen your wife for at least thirty minutes."

"Thanks." I turned and left the room.

As I walked back into the dining room one of the guys caught up to me and tapped me on my shoulder. 

I stopped. 

"You might want to check upstairs."

I turned and looked at him. He was chuckling. It almost seemed like he was enjoying a little joke.

I walked upstairs. At the top of the stairs a couple was making out. As I walked past them they glared at me. It was almost like I'd violated their privacy.

There were four doors in the upstairs hallway. Three of them were open. The last door on the right was closed.

I looked in the three open doors. The first one was a bathroom. The next two were bedrooms. They were empty.

I stopped when I got to the fourth door. I could hear voices in the room. As I listened I realized that one of the voices belonged to Janet.

I cautiously opened the door and peeked in. 

Janet was lying on her back on the bed. She was naked. Brad Thomas was on top of her. He was also naked. He was fucking my wife. 

I stood silently and watched. Brad had a huge penis. He was much bigger than I was. My wife cried in ecstasy each time he plunged that enormous cock into her cunt.

After a moment, Janet turned and saw me standing in the doorway. She must have sensed my presence. There was a look of horror in her eyes. We stared at each other. I think she was waiting for me to make a scene.

Brad noticed that my wife's focus of attention had changed. He stopped fucking her and turned. When he saw me in the doorway, he glared at me. 

I wilted.

Janet read my reaction and smiled. "Robbie close the door and wait downstairs. Brad and I will be done in a little while." 

My wife turned back to her lover and said, "Brad baby I want to be on top for a little bit."

I stood still. I was both horrified and fascinated by the scene in front of me. I didn't know what to do.

Brad rolled off of my wife and lay on his back. As Janet straddled him she looked at me and said, "What the fuck are you still doing here? I thought I told you to wait downstairs."

Now I did move. I timidly closed the door. As I left, Brad and Janet started laughing.

I heard Brad say, "What a wimp." 

I did feel like a wimp as I obediently slunk downstairs to wait for my brazenly adulterous wife.

When I walked through the dining room Lisa called to me. "Hey Robbie, did you find Janet?"

It seemed as though everyone in the room started to chuckle.

When I got back into the living room Rick Miller and Todd Bentley were still sitting in the corner talking about football.

I sat back down in the chair I'd occupied earlier. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone, but I needed a place where I could blend into the party. I felt like I was on display. I was sure everyone was staring at me. 

Rick Miller looked at me when I sat down. "Did you find your wife?"

I sighed. "Yes I did."

"Where is she?"

I hesitated for a moment. I wasn't sure what I should say. Finally I shrugged. "She's talking to someone."

Thankfully Rick nodded and went back to his conversation with Todd.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I immediately saw Brad on top of my wife pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. The image was burned into my mind.

I was trying to decide what I should do when I heard Janet's voice behind me. "Robbie, it's getting late. It's time for us to go home."

I turned. My wife was standing behind me. She was smiling. I looked around the room. No one seemed to be talking. I felt like everyone was staring at us.

I noticed Brad Thomas standing at the base of the stairs. His attention was focused on me. I think he was trying to gauge my reaction to what had just happened. I avoided his gaze. I didn't want to make eye contact with him. 

I nodded to my wife. "Yes it is getting late. I'll get our coats."

I went to the bedroom our hosts were using for coat storage, sorted through the pile of jackets on the bed and found ours. When I returned Janet and I quickly said a few quiet goodbyes and left. 

My wife and I rode home in silence. Janet was driving. When we went out together we generally took her car. It was quite a bit nicer than mine.

As soon as we got home, we both went into the bedroom. I was just starting to get undressed when Janet finally broke the silence. "Robbie we need to talk about what happened tonight. We can't just ignore it."

I looked at her and nodded. "All right."

Janet led me into the living room. She sat down on one end of the couch and I sat down on the other end. For a moment we just stared at each other. I don't think either of us knew exactly how to start.

I finally broke the ice. "Was this the first time for you and Brad?"

"Yes."

"Why tonight?"

Janet shrugged. "I don't know. You were busy chatting about football. I started talking to Brad. He just split up with his wife last year. He was telling me about his divorce. He had a bottle of wine with him. He kept refilling our glasses. We were both feeling pretty loose." She sighed. "Somehow we ended up in the back hall. We were alone. Brad kissed me and I kissed him back. The next thing I knew, we were going upstairs."

"Are you going to see him again?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Have there been other men?"

Janet looked up at me. She seemed to hesitate for a moment. Finally she took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

Her answer shocked me. I was expecting her to say no. I was assuming that tonight's fling was a one time transgression.

I stared at my wife. "How many?"

Janet sighed. "Several."

"Several? How many is several?"

Janet didn't answer.

I pressed her. "Three?"

Janet stared at the floor and whispered, "More".

"Five?"

My wife kept staring at the floor.

I bit my lower lip. "How many Janet?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, I don't keep count. Probably about a dozen"

My mouth dropped open. "We've only been married for just over two years."

Janet nodded. "I know."

For the next few minutes we both silently stared at the floor. I think Janet sensed that I needed a moment to digest this information.

Finally she turned to me. "I'm sorry Robbie."

I nodded. "So am I."

"Robbie, there are some things you don't know about me." Janet paused. She was obviously thinking about what she was going to say next. "You didn't know me in high school and college." She took a deep breath. "I guess you could say I was a campus slut." She shook her head. "Robbie I love sex. I've always loved sex."

She smiled at me. "But I also love you. Robbie I love you almost as much as I love sex." She laughed. "And that's saying a lot."

Janet's voice got very quiet. "Before I met you I had fifty lovers, but none of those men loved me. I was lonely. I had lot's of company, but no one to talk to. "She smiled at me. "And then you came into my life. Robbie please believe me, the last two years have been the happiest two years of my life."

"I imagine they have. You've been having a pretty good time." My voice had a bitter edge to it.

Janet shook her head. "No Robbie, they were wonderful because of you."

"Well you sure didn't do a very good job of thanking me."

"I tried Robbie, believe me I did. After we got married I went a whole month without seeing another guy."

I laughed. It was a sarcastic laugh. "A whole month."

"I know, it doesn't sound like much, but it was a lot to me." She smiled at me. "That was the longest I've gone without a good fuck since I graduated from high school."

"What do you mean? We were having sex, we were having a lot of sex."

Janet leaned forward. "Sweetheart, I love you dearly, and you are a wonderful man; but in the sex department you don't quite measure up. You have a small penis, you cum quickly and you're only good for one erection a night."

I closed my eyes. Janet wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know. 

After a moment I looked at my wife. "I try very hard to please you."

"Yes Robbie you do." She smiled at me. "You have become an absolute artist with your tongue." Janet sighed. "But sweetheart, I need more than that. I love big cocks. I love sucking them and I love being fucked by them."

I stared at the floor. I knew that I was supposed to be indignant, but I wasn't. The truth was, I was excited. I didn't want to admit it. It seemed very wrong, but I could not deny the fact that I had an erection.

Janet seemed to sense my reaction. She stared at me. "Robbie, I don't believe you're all that upset about what happened tonight. This isn't the time to be guarded; this is a time for us to be open with each other."

I kept staring at the floor. I knew Janet was right, but in our culture men are supposed to be tough studs who jealously guard their women. How could I possibly admit to anyone that I got excited when I saw another man fucking my wife.

Janet kept staring at me. "Robbie, I am sorry that I cheated on you. I was wrong. I should have told you." She smiled. "But you're not completely innocent either."

I looked up. "What do you mean?"

Janet shook her head. "Robbie, you need to learn how to delete the history of the sites you've visited on our computer. When I'm out in the evening, you're not exactly sitting home knitting."

My wife stared at me. "Yes Robbie, I know about the female domination sites. I've looked at all of them."

My mouth suddenly felt very dry. I started to get nervous.

"Do you really want me to do all those nasty things to you?"

I bowed my head. I didn't know what to say. I was suddenly very embarrassed.

"But those aren't your favorite sites are they Robbie?"

I stopped breathing for a moment. I knew immediately what Janet was talking about.

"You have two sites that you visit every day. What's that funny word they use?" Janet thought for a moment and then she said, "Oh yes, I remember. Cuckold, that's the word isn't it Robbie?"

Janet chuckled. "It's kind of ironic isn't it? You have this secret little fantasy that you're afraid to tell me about and as it turns out, you're actually living it."



The Party Ch. 01



Part One --

We had been at the party for a while, and so far the night had been pretty damn boring. It was the usual college booze-fest, with stupid frat boys running around making asses of themselves. I wandered around wondering where Katie was. I was thinking of asking her if she wanted to find somewhere else to hang out.

I wandered around the huge house (whose was this, anyway?) looking for her. There was a girl puking in one of the bathrooms, and another passed out in a hallway. Yuck. Definitely time to head out of here! I decided to look outside. As I headed out the back door, into the patio area, it seemed oddly quiet. Why was no one out here? I guessed that the chill in the air had driven people inside.

I was about to give up when I heard a small noise coming from the direction of some trees off to the side of the patio. I know I should have called out, or left, but curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see who was there.

I stepped quietly through the scattered dead leaves on the ground, making my way towards the sound. It was quiet now, as if it had never happened. But, wait! There it was again. A small groaning noise. Someone was making out! I HAD to see who it was!

When I got closer, I tried to remain hidden behind one of the larger trees as I peered around. My eyes had been getting used to the dark, but it was still hard to see. As my vision grew clearer, I saw there were a girl and a guy kissing. He was tall, and solid. Sort of dumb-jock looking. But handsome, despite that. The girl was short and slim. A brunette. She was wearing a short skirt, and tank top, just like Katie had… “shit!” came my sudden realization. “This is Katie I’m spying on!”

I was about to turn and leave, too embarrassed to let her know I was there, when I heard her let out a moan. He was kissing her neck, pulling her close in to him. Then, his hand, which looked very large compared to Katie’s smaller body, left her shoulder and lazily made its way to the rise of her breast, the top of which was exposed above her push-up bra. His long finger slowly traced the curve of her breast, carefully avoiding touching the nipple area. He very slowly pulled the top of her bra and tank top down, exposing her hard round nipple.

Katie inhaled suddenly, as the chilly night air hit her sensitive nipple. He placed his hand on her exposed breast, squeezing slightly, massaging it. He then began teasing her hard round nipple between his finger and thumb. Her moans grew louder, more desperate sounding. She grabbed his head, gripping the hair on the back of his head, and forcefully pulled him into a kiss. I could see her tongue darting all around his mouth. She didn’t let go of his hair though, and eventually pulled his head back and forced it downwards, towards her desperately aching nipple.

He cupped the breast in his hand admiring it’s round soft fullness. Then he teasingly licked it, gently at first, in circles around the areola, then finally taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking at it.

Katie was obviously pretty far-gone at this point. She was grinding herself against his rock-hard thigh, moaning.

“Oh, that feels so good!” She cried out in a muffled voice.

“Fuck me!” she begged desperately. “Please!?”

“Not yet.” Came his firm reply. “You’ll wait until I’m good and ready.”

“But I’m so wet, I can’t stand it!”

“I’ll fuck you, I promise, but how about you be a good little girl, and get on your knees and suck my cock first? And if you must, you can play with yourself while you’re doing it. But don’t come. I want you to save that for when I’m inside you.”

Katie started to get down on her knees, and the guy unzipped his pants, releasing his cock from his boxers. It was a good sized one, that much I could see. The pre-cum on the tip shone in the moonlight.

“Lick it.” He commanded.

She licked the tip, taking a moment to relish the taste of him. Then she licked up and down the shaft. She began moving her hand up and down the shaft while she licked his firm round balls. He moaned quietly.

“Good girl. Now take it all in. Suck it hard. I want to fuck your mouth.”

She took as much of it into her mouth as she could, clearly having done this a few times. She continued moving her hand up and down the shaft, with her mouth following her hand’s action. Her other hand got busy holding his balls, and playing with the soft skin behind them. Every now and then her hand would leave its place to venture down towards her own aching parts. 

I was shocked when I saw her stop sucking his cock for a second while she quickly licked one of the fingers that had just come up from her dripping pussy.

I knew I should leave. I had already seen way too much. This was my friend! But, it was so hot. I was entranced watching them. They were beautiful. I realized with a start that I was incredibly turned on. My own nipples strained to be touched. Ached for fingers, lips, tongues, anything to squeeze and suck on them. My pussy was swollen and wet. I could feel my engorged clit poking out between my labia. I could feel the tip of it against my cotton panties.

Without stopping to think, my left hand snaked its way up my shirt, finding my nipple through my bra. I began to rub, while my right hand found its way to my pants button and zipper, loosening them enough to let my hand in. I found that my pussy was so slippery I had no trouble getting my fingers in between my labia, even standing, as I was. I slowly rubbed my clit, and squeezed my nipple, rolling it gently between my forefinger and thumb.

I was brought back to attention by the sharp intake of breath coming from the guy. Then he spoke.

“Stop! Don’t make me come yet.” He commanded. “Do you still want me to fuck you?”

“Oh yes!”

“You want me to fuck your sweet little pussy? ”

“Yes! Please, fuck me! Please, I need it! I need you to make me come.”

“Then stand up, and take off your panties.” He commanded.

She slowly stood up, letting go of his rock-hard shaft. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, exposing her white cotton panties. The dark mound beneath was visible, even in the moonlit night.

“I want you to turn around, bend over, and take them off.”

“But…” she began to protest.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, with an edge in his voice.

“Y…Yes! Of course!”

“Then do it!”

She slowly turned, bent over and spread her legs slightly. She pulled her panties down, starting at her waist, and slowly pulling them over her round ass cheeks. As they came down, you could see her swollen, wet pussy lips between her legs.
“Stay there.” He ordered. She didn’t move.

He reached out a finger, and placed it on her opening. He moved it up and down slightly, letting it dart in and out no more than an inch. She moaned.

“Is this what you want? Is this where you want me to fuck you?” He asked.

“Oh yes!” She said breathlessly.

“Then turn around.”

As she did so, he pushed up against her, forcing her back against a tree. He grabbed her hands, holding them above her head. Her breasts were pushed out, as if they were asking for someone to suck on them.

My own hand had started to move faster on my clit, occasionally darting in to my own wet hole. I could feel the climax welling up in me, as it surely was in Katie. Oddly, I wished I could be there with them, servicing her nipples while this guy fucked her.

“Ask for it” he said.

“Fuck me.” She replied.

“No, I said ask for it!”

She seemed at a loss for words, but I heard a quiet “Please?” Then “Please fuck me. I want it. I need it. I need your cock in me. I need you to make me come all over you. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Suddenly Katie let out a muffled sound, almost like a scream. He had entered her. He thrust all the way in, his entire shaft enveloped in the satiny moistness of her wet cunt. He began slowly, pulling almost all the way out with each thrust, pushing hard against her so his pubic mound was rubbing hard against her clit. He was kissing her, still holding her hands up, and fucking her slowly, then faster.

I could feel their tension mount. My own was rising to the near breaking point. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth from hers and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

She came with a loud groan, followed by a series of quieter moans. He came next, with a single grunt. His hot come shooting into her.

I came last, with two fingers inside my wet pussy, my thumb on my clit, and my other hand furiously squeezing my nipple.

I must have let out an audible sound, because Katie and her lover suddenly turned, looking towards me. I would have run, but my jeans were around my thighs. Katie peered through the branches separating us.

“Oh my God! Is that YOU?” She asked.



The Party Ch. 01



Paul, it seemed, was no amateur either. He ran the table, clearing off all the high balls in straight succession! He looked over at the girls and winked as he said, "Looks like we win!" He sank the eight without so much as a second of hesitation. The "thunk" the ball made hitting the pocket emphasized it.

Karen yelled, "Damn, that was quick! At this rate we'll be naked and quick!" She looked like she had just lost first place at the fair. "OK, so what do we have to lose?"

Paul looked at Karen and said, "Well, you can take off those pants, I'd like to get a look at that ass of yours!" He was grinning as he looked hungrily at her.

Jimmy looked at Bri and said, "I'd like to see those tits better myself, so the top please!" He stared directly at Bri's 36D's with pure lust. The girls did as instructed, Karen hooked the hem of her pants and slowly slid them down exposing her perfectly shaped long legs. She bent down as she kicked off the pants revealing the sheerest lace panties she could have worn. The high French cut hips were so sheer as to be almost invisible. Karen's damp pussy was plainly in view as she handed the pants to Paul. He was almost drooling as he took them from her.

Bri decided to play it shy, she turned away from Jimmy and unbuttoned the blouse, shrugging it off and putting her arm over her nipples. She timidly handed the shirt to Jimmy, who stared at her chest like a kid at a candy store. "Could you lower your arms, I'd like to see what your hiding?" he said with a croak! She hesitated for a second and then dropped her arms to her sides. Her inch long nipples, hard as little thumbs, stood out from beneath her sheer bra. The bra was a little small, as she had intended it to be, and her tits looked squashed in the confines of the garment. All in all the effect was what she had been looking for. Jimmy's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "Damn Paul look at these things they're huge." Jimmy said as if in a trance. His hands automatically started to reached for her.

Karen spoke up and said, "You said we also have to do whatever you ask! So just what do you have in mind Paul?" Karen was leaning down on the pool table, staring across the table with her ass up and her elbows on the table. The view was one of pure slut. Her tits were again plainly visible, and she was swaying her ass seductively in an open invitation.

"I think I'd like a taste of that sweet box of yours gorgeous!" Paul said to Karen with a smile. "Lay back on the table and let me have a taste!" Karen slid up on the table laying down and spreading her long legs in an invitation.

Paul made his way around to her and placed his hands on her thighs and spread her further as he slid between her welcoming thighs. His tongue slid down her inner thigh and he peeled back the sides he went, sending electric shocks into her already steaming pussy. His tongue found the dampness of her wet pussy and he sucked it up. Paul had a talented mouth, almost as talented as Josh had been that day at Bri's, she thought. She could feel the beginnings a quick orgasm coming on as Paul's efforts got faster and more deliberate. He was trying to make her cum, no doubting that now. She let herself relax and let it take her. She ground her hips up to meet his mouth, all the while squeezing his head with her legs. 

She started to feel it coming stronger. The feeling of wanton, helpless loss of control as a strong orgasm ripped through her. She flexed up into his mouth creaming his face soggy. Paul had to work quickly to keep all her juices from flowing down onto the pool table. After a few torturous minutes, he pulled away leaving her soaked pussy exposed to the eye of the camera. She knew that everyone in the bar was witnessing what was happening, and she acted as if she was ignorant of the fact.

Jimmy meanwhile, had moved in and had covered Bri's tits with his hands. He was gently massaging her mounds like they were made of crystal. His fingers brushed across her hardened nipples, and she could not help but moan at the pleasure it invoked. She lost all thoughts of deception and quickly unsnapped the bra to give him free access. As she released her ample tits to his waiting hands and mouth, she knew that she was going to cum at just his touch on her sensitive nipples. Ken had made her cum time and time again, just playing with her tits. Now Jimmy would get to see a woman cum hard, from just tit play!

"Yes, yes suck them hard! I love it when they are sucked hard!" she moaned loudly. The sound of her urging him on was all he needed. Jimmy squeezed her tits, which were overflowing in his hands. He sucked hard on her nipples dragging them between his teeth. She was pulling his head to her tightly, as she felt her own orgasm coming on.

Jimmy did all he could to breath as Bri mashed his head further into her tits. She wanted to cum now, and badly. Jimmy reached down and slid his hands up her dress, fondling her ass underneath. She hadn't worn any panties, and to his surprise, only a sheer garter belt and stockings. His hands on her bare ass sent her over the edge. She could feel her own juices now starting to run down her inner thighs. She moaned as she felt the first wave of her orgasm hit. Jimmy continued his assault on her tits as Bri jerked in his hands. Her knee's got weak as she came again. This was going to be a fun night after all, she thought, as Jimmy let her go and backed away.

"Ok, ok that's enough!" Karen yelled. "One act for one loss, that was what the deal was. Now let's get back to the game, OK?" She was still recovering from her own release and the booze wasn't helping any.

Paul grinned and said, "Your right, whenever your ready sweet thing. I can't wait to see what's next!"

Bri said raggedly, "You'll have to beat us again to find out, now won't you huh?" She was still a little unsteady on her feet and hoped Karen was still in control of her senses!

The next game went a little longer, Karen played it close now that she knew at least Paul could play. They traded shots, her leaving him buried with almost impossible shots. For her part, Bri made a few easy shots, leaving Jimmy with nothing to shoot. In the end, Karen barely won with a very difficult bank shot. She jumped up and down yelling like a schoolgirl. The effect in her underwear and that loosely hanging blouse was dramatic. The blouse barely covered her tits, and her long legs and shapely ass bounced merrily for everyone in the bar watching. Karen knew she was putting on a show for the whole bar. She yelled at the guys, "Shirts, I want those shirts off!"

They bought another round for the girls and one for themselves. Game three went along as planned, and again Karen just pulled of the win. The guys looked as if they were in shock. How could two girls be beating them on their own turf? Now the girls told them to strip off the pants. The guys were standing there in their underwear and socks. Karen without pants, and Bri still without a bra felt the tides turning in their favor. She didn't seem to think that no bra mattered much now anyway. The advantage was, it also was a distraction for the guys when she bent down to take shots, and her tits dangled down brushing the tabletop!

Joe came in with the next round and whispered something into Paul's ear. Paul looked at Joe and said, "Don't worry about it, we're not done yet! Just wait OK, we still have another game to lose!" Paul didn't seem so sure of his chances now!

The girls decided to let Bri break. She was terrible at this and Karen knew it. She made a feeble attempt at it, netting herself no balls on the break and the ball left wide open for any shot the guys wished to take. Now it was Jimmy's turn to show his skill. He made a series of combinations that left only one ball, plus the eight left on the table. The shot he left Karen was next to impossible. She was trapped in the far corner, with three of her balls grouped around her. There was no clear shot, so Karen elected to sacrifice her shot. That left Paul's shot fairly easy and he made no mistakes. He sank the last ball and lined up for the eight. It was a long green shot, but not that hard. Paul looked it over, and then let it walk slowly down the rail. It just dropped in the pocket. Paul looked relieved that the shot had done what he wanted. The look of triumph returned and he looked again at the girls. "Now, that's more like it!" he grinned. "Nice shot! I wasn't sure it would make it that time!" Karen said. She now stood waiting for what the boys would want next. She didn't have long to wait.

Paul looked at Karen and said, "OK, time to lose that top. I have peeked in it all night long; I want to see those tits out in the open. Lose it!" he growled with a smile. She shrugged and peeled it over her head letting him see her near perfect tits, clearly, for the first time. 

Now Karen stood there in only her sheer panties and heels. Her body was slightly flushed from the drinks, but she was still steady on her feet. She turned and twirled for him in a slow turn. "Well, what do you think? Is it all you hoped to see?" she purred.

Jimmy looked at Bri and said, "Time for you to lose that skirt gorgeous, I know what's not under there, but I really want to see that ass in person." She undid the snap holding the skirt and just let it drop to the floor. Bri was now nude except for a sheer garter belt and stockings, and of course her heels. She also turned slowly to allow them to see her completely.

"Dude, check it out, she's shaved clean. They both are have you ever seen such sweet looking pussy before?" Jimmy asked aloud. His lustful leer was bordering on insanity. Neither of them could take their eyes off the girls.

"So, what do we have to do?" Bri asked, snaking her arms around Jimmy's neck. She also let her hand trace the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts. He was really close and she wanted every bit of it now!

Paul looked at Karen and said, "I don't know about Jimmy there, but I would love to have those lips of yours wrapped around my cock. I don't really think I could last all that long after this." He wasn't kidding, his rod was literally pulsing in his shorts as well.

Bri looked at Karen and said, "Go for it Kar, I want some cock and I don't care if it's a quickie! My pussy needs some man flesh!" Bri didn't wait for an answer she reached down and pulled Jimmy's shorts down to his knees, exposing a rather thick seven-inch cock. She grabbed his cock and squeezed. "Ready stud?"

Jimmy dropped to the floor on his back. Bri gave him no chance to wait as she positioned herself above his cock and lowered herself onto his pulsing member. She felt as the head popped into her and then begin it's way up her pussy. She ground down hard on him and once she reached his length, she ground her hips in circles. She could feel him trying flex his hips up and just allowed him to set the pace. She began to rise and drop in time with his thrusts. She felt every fiber of her body matching his urgency. She was so wet now that the friction of their coupling was next to nothing; she was in heaven, finally riding a stiff cock. She heard herself saying, "Yes baby, ooo yes! Fuck me; fuck me with your yummy cock! Make me cum baby make me cum hard!"

She didn't care that every guy in the bar was watching her impale herself on Jimmy's cock. She had had audiences before! She didn't even care that she was acting like a whore now, all she wanted was the feeling that comes with a great fuck! She could feel it building in her now and hoped Jimmy could hold out until she could get there! His pace was fast, ragged and she knew he didn't have long. She began squeezing her cunt to get every bit of fire she could muster from him. Her knees began to burn from the rug and she was starting to sweat! "So close" she thought, "so close."

She felt him beneath her driving his cock up to meet her every move. She felt the telltale signs of his release and sped up her efforts! She could feel him growing inside her and felt him tense. Without warning he jammed a finger into her ass, Bri lost her mind as the world crashed in around her. The suddenness of his move and the feeling of another digit inside her sent her screaming over the edge into a massive explosion. She could hear herself screaming aloud as she came hard time and time again! Her body had finally gotten what it wanted, a full and total release. She could feel as Jimmy pumped a huge load of his own into her waiting pussy. She milked him with her pussy until she fell over, squirming to get away. She fell over herself, heaving for air and dripping what seemed a ton of cum from her box onto the floor.

"Damn Jimmy, you are just what I needed!" she said at last and then looked over to watch Karen in action.

Karen, meanwhile, had let Paul lie back on the pool table. She made sure that they were in a great position for everyone out in the bar to get the perfect show. She was strategically set between his legs so that her ass was in view of the camera, along with a view of her pussy. She made sure she stayed at an angle just right so that they could also watch as she gave Paul the blowjob of his life!

At first she just licked the tip of his cock. It was not large by any means but, she didn't need a huge cock to make her wet. Paul was a good seven inches and not all that thick. She was going to enjoy this immensely! She gently reached down to cup his balls and kneed them ever so gently in her fingers. As he got used to the attention she was giving him, Karen slowly worked the length of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his length like taffy. She ever so slowly began sliding up and down his length, all the time keeping up the gentle massaging of his balls and the swirling of her tongue. He uncontrollably flexed into her mouth, and she knew he was lost. 

"Hmmmmm" she hummed on his cock. He couldn't help but moan out loud. She really began to face fuck his cock now. 

She started pushing down and sucking while going up. She was really getting into this now. Karen was slurping loudly as she jammed as much of his cock as she could get, every time. She wanted to feel him cum down her throat. She began pumping his shaft every time she came up. so as to give him no end from the pleasure. She wanted to taste his load as surely as she wanted to breath. Paul was bucking into her mouth like a madman now. His words were unintelligible. Every move she made to go faster drove him further and further into her throat. She wasn't sure how long she had been at this, but her jaws started to ache from her efforts. She needed cum, and now!

Karen hadn't realized she had begun fingering herself while mouth fucking Paul. She could feel herself building to her own mountainous orgasm. She fingered her clit for all she was worth, while slamming her face into Paul's nut sack. She felt him finally arch his back and begin dumping wad after wad of hot cum into her throat. She could feel that he was shooting a huge load and some trickled it's way down out of her mouth to her chin. She gulped and swallowed every bit she could get. He stiffened and in one final thrust sank himself to the balls into her throat. She was gagging from the amount of cum he was shooting. Finally he began to go limp and she licked his cock dry of all cum, gulping loudly. With a final smile at her effort, she licked her fingers for the camera and then her lips.

Bri watched for the last ten minutes as Karen finished the awesome display of oral talent on Paul. She was amazed as Karen took all that Paul had to give and then some. Paul looked as if he would never get up from that one, Bri laughed to herself. She walked over to Karen and said, "Well, think they might be our recruits?"

"Most definitely, and by now I'm sure the rest of the bar wants some action as well!" she said nodding at the camera above the door. Bri grinned her acknowledgment.

They waited for a few minutes then Karen said, "Well are we gonna break this tie or what?"

Jimmy looked at Paul who was in no condition to do anything and said, "You win, what do we owe you?"

Bri answered for her. "Well we are having a little party Saturday night, would you guys like to join us?'

Jimmy said, "I know I can speak for us both when I say "Hell yes!"'

Karen wrote down the address on the chalkboard and Jimmy looked at it. He broke into a smile and said, "Hey that's Old Pop O's place! You guys friends of his?"

"My husband's his nephew, why?" Bri asked.

Jimmy replied, "Hell most of us helped build that place, one way or another. We'd love to come! Can we invite a few of the guys too?"

Karen finally looked up and said, "Hey feel free to invite as many as you like, I can promise, this was only a taste of what's going to waiting at the party!"

"I'm sure the guys will all love that idea! We'll bring a few kegs if you don't mind." Paul finally said.

Karen said, "Hey let's ask OK?" She headed for the door not even bothering to dress. Just before reaching it Jimmy stopped her.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he asked. He seemed a little nervous.

"Why should I be worried about that? They have already seen everything I have and what Bri looks like as well!" she said tapping the camera. Her smile was evil as she opened the door.

It seemed that every guy in the place had stayed to watch the events in the poolroom. No one was playing pool and all twenty or so, of the guys was crowded around the small television. As she walked out, nude into the bar, the gathered guys all cheered at her and Bri. The applause was so loud she had to wait for them to calm down to make her announcement.

"For those of you not doing anything on Saturday night, there will be a party at Bri's Uncle's. Paul and Jimmy have the address, it would be good to see as many of you as can show. We promise, this was just a taste of what awaits you there! If your interested, get the address from Paul and be there around eight or so, and be ready for a long night!" she grinned as she again turned for all to see her.

Bri came out next and raised her arms above her head to give every guy there a solid look at her as well. She added, "If you guys think you can take us, I believe you should bring your best game. We will be taking on all cummers, all night! We are looking to really get fucked guys, so be ready! The cheer was deafening as all the guys yelled that they would indeed make it!

They caught a cab to the local Marriott; neither was in any condition to drive. Joe assured them that the SUV would be safe. He would personally guarantee that! They made their way to the room they signed for and just passed out. Tomorrow they had a lot to get for the party on Saturday, and one day was not looking to be long enough!

* * *

Ken realized that since the girls hadn't called, they would most likely be out for the night. He could only smile at what he thought they might be up to. He trusted Bri not to get herself into anything she and Karen couldn't handle, but he worried just the same. She had come a long way since they had gotten together twelve years ago. He still smiled when he realized that, no matter what she would be coming home to him for the rest of their lives. He didn't mind that she enjoyed the life he had given her, and all that that entailed. He knew she loved the sex and the freedom to do what she liked, with whomever she wanted. She, on the other hand, was less curious about his flings, so he never brought them up, unless she specifically asked. She never did! He didn't use his freedom anywhere near as much as Bri, he found she was more than he ever wanted!

He left the confines of the house for the freedom of the hot tub. He figured it might just get him to relax enough to sleep. He never did sleep well when she wasn't there. He dropped the towel and settled in to soak for a while. The heat from the water and the jets made him instantly relax.




The Party Ch. 01



As he was just on the edge of falling asleep when he heard the sound of someone opening the back door. He wondered if the girls had gotten home and jumped from the hot tub. As he hit the deck, he turned to find Apryl and another woman standing in front of him. They both gave him an appraising once over. He realized his error in judgment knowing that no towel was in reach. He mentally noted that he would remember to have one close the next time!

Instead of running for cover he stood his ground feeling the stirrings of a stiff dick beginning. Apryl's friend was about the same height as her, and just as much a wisp of a woman. She had fiery red hair that fell below her shoulders in a wild display. She had emerald green eyes and looked like she had come right off a magazine cover. His cock was really coming to life now. He tried to make his way back into the hot tub. Apryl said, "Ahh, now is that nice Ken? Steph here won't get to see you at full attention in there!" Her smile almost melted his resolve.

He smiled back politely and introduced himself to the new girl. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, I usually don't greet new guest's in my birthday suit!" he stuttered. Never the less, they made no attempt to let him off so easily.

"Where's Karen and Bri tonight gorgeous? We were supposed to be making plans for Saturday! I hope you haven't worn them out already?" she whined. "Or is Eliot still working on that?" She looked back at the house with a questioning eye.

"I'm afraid she isn't here, her and Bri took off a few hours ago to go "recruit" the new help for Saturday night!" he said to both of them. "Eliot went to Atlanta until Saturday for a special job that came up."

"So do you expect the girls back, soon?" Apryl cooed. She was quickly assessing that she and Steph had him all to themselves. She pushed it a little more by asking, "We'll wait if she'll be home soon!"

Ken knew he was being baited into admitting he was here alone. He figured she wasn't going to quit until he fessed up anyway. "She probably won't be back until tomorrow, if then. Karen said that they had to get things ready for Saturday, so I don't think they will be back before the party!" he admitted. He knew whatever she had cooking in her head, she now had full freedom to explore.

She cocked an eye and said in her most seductive voice, "So, you're here all alone and naked in a hot tub hmmmm?" She made it plain that she was getting a nasty idea. "What do you think Steph, hot tub look inviting?"

Steph, who had been quiet so far said, "I'll say, since no suits seem to be required, I think I'll join you!" She opened her jacket to reveal a very attractive form indeed. Ken felt his cock jump to life.

Steph was very slim, almost skinny! She was slighter still, even than Apryl. She was very well muscled and had an ample set of tits to go with it. Ken guessed she might be a size two, but those melons were definitely double D's! He could not help but stare at them through the tight white T-shirt she wore. She also had on a pair of jeans that looked like they were spray painted on. She was unbuttoning them quickly, and kicking off her tennis shoes. Apryl looked at Ken and said, "Why don't I let you two get acquainted while I go get us some drinks?"

Kens lack of a response was all the clue she needed; and headed for the kitchen to get them some beers and drinks. She winked at Steph as she was pulling her shirt over her head. The sight of those tits bouncing back down, onto her thin chest mesmerized Ken. Apryl whispered to Steph, "Looks like we're staying! Enjoy yourself baby doll, I believe you're in for one hell of a surprise!" She made her way back to the house and disappeared inside.

"Well, may I join you? It's a little chilly out here." She giggled, nodding at her hardening nipples. "Hello! Earth to Ken!"

It was only then that Ken realized he had been dumbly staring at her huge tits, and stuttered as his eyes traced down the remainder of her luscious form. "Um, uhh, yeah sure come on in. I believe the water is much warmer than it is out there!" he said.

His eyes watched hungrily as Steph made her way into the hot tub. Her pussy had a neatly trimmed bush that was in a V- shape above her slit. Her skin was toned from hours of tanning salon lights; she seemed to take very good care of herself. Ken found himself in the awkward position of trying to start a conversation, while thinking of just how much he wanted to fuck this waif until she screamed!

As she settled down in the water, he was almost relieved as she sank down below the waters confines, hiding that beautiful body beneath its surface. She seemed at ease with the situation, and just glided back to relax on one of the jet seats, directly across from him. The view in his opinion was Angelic! Her hair fanned out by her sides and the water ran down from her neckline to disappear into the valley of her chest. His cock was now harder than diamonds. He wanted nothing more than to slide over and screw her silly!

Steph however made the first move. She stood up after a few minutes, pulling back her hair into a tail, little rivers of water cascaded off those gorgeous melons; it was all he could do to keep from jumping her right then and there. She looked like a calendar model standing in the surf. She slowly waded over to him; the water even with her nicely trimmed pussy, and her slight form drove him mad with lust. A wicked little grin was plainly conjuring up an evil little plan as she whispered, "So, does your wife know that you entertain naked women while she's away?' The lust was now evident in her voice as well. She leaned down dangling those melons like a prize before his willing face. He watched awe struck as she moved in closer to him, brushing those tits against his face as she sat beside him. It struck him that maybe she did not know about the plans being made for the weekend. Or what they entailed. He could picture her being fucked from all sides and cocks disappearing between those monster tits. He was curious to see if she was just testing him, or whether she was really ignorant of the weekend's planned event? 

"We have an, umm, understanding you might say! She has the freedom to have fun any time she likes, and so do I!" he said plainly. He looked at her to see what, if any, reaction she made.

"Oh, I wish my husband was as understanding as you. He would flip if he knew even a fraction of what I do!" she sighed. She turned to Ken waiting for his reaction. He made no move and she took this as her sign to proceed, and kissed him fully on the lips. "I just had to see for myself, you understand?'

"I'm not sure I follow. Find out what for yourself?" Ken asked.

"Sometimes Apryl is a little vague on details, but she made it clear you were a very, very good time!" she giggled. She leaned back in for a second kiss and he also felt her hand brush against his leg. He knew he was in trouble now, there was no turning back and he didn't even consider it now. He was going to get his wish; she was apparently more than willing as well. Her mouth was soft and very inviting; he dove right in giving her all she could take of his oral ability. 

Ken slid his hands under her arms and pulled her so she was lying on top of him. She seemed so frail, her tiny body although well formed, was so delicate. He felt her legs fall to either side of his and felt her pussy brush against his cast iron cock. She pushed away with a looked of total shock, as she felt what was beneath her. "My God, that can't be real! Holy shit that's the biggest cock I have ever felt. Just how big are you?" she was gulping in air now almost panicking.

"Well to be honest I've never actually measured it, but I'd say about ten inches" he laughed. He again pulled her toward him to taste those lips on his.

Her hand shot down into the water and her fingers circled his cock, her fingers did not overlap by much. She again gasped at his girth now! "That will never fit, good God you'd kill me!" she hissed. She made no attempt to move away, but her face betrayed her curiosity.

"Well, there's only one true way to find out now isn't there?" he snickered. He pulled her arms back to his neck and positioned her again so she was just on the brink of being impaled. She seemed to realize a little too late what he was about to do. Plus his large hands had completely engulfed her petite ass, giving her no room to escape.

He pulled her down so that his cock's head pushed it's way into her opening. He could feel how very tight this was going to be. She tried to escape but Ken's powerful arms held her in place. He slowly continued pulling her down until his cock stretched her pussy open to accommodate his girth. Steph was already moaning as he slowly pushed past her opening and began the slow insertion of inch after inch of his mighty organ into her. She seemed to be lost in another world as he continued to go deeper and deeper still. Her eyes rolled back and a small animal grunt escaped her lips as he finally fit all he could manage into her tiny body.

"Oh fuck. Your splitting me apart, Damn your just too big. I just can't take anymore!" she screamed in his ear. Her breath was ragged and short as she tried to relax around the huge cock invading her body. He laughed as her body revealed it felt otherwise, as her pussy squeezed back.

"Ok, are you ready to get the fuck of your life?" Ken sneered. He knew she was and just whispered, "I hope your not going to say no, I really think you'll love where I am going to send you!"

She pulled him in for a long and deep kiss, one reserved for someone you'd completely love and trust. Without any words she looked him deep in the eyes and let him take over. He felt her trying to relax as he slowly began to withdraw from her to the head. He stopped allowing her time to get ready for the next stroke. She held her breath as he again began to slide his cock back into her. Her moans of pleasure were loud enough to sound off the walls. Her grip on him tightened as inch after inch burrowed into her tiny form. He could feel her body adjusting to his girth and also as she got wetter and wetter in her excitement. She seemed unable to catch her breath.

He started to get a steady rhythm and she was moaning as if she had never been fucked before. Her nails dragged across his chest as he made evenly strong and powerful thrusts into her now more than ready box. He had seen this reaction many times and knew she couldn't last for long. He picked up the pace for the next ten minutes. She was quickly losing the battle with her remaining sanity. She slipped into an all out whore mode, and began frantically pushing back down onto him. He in turn began slamming into her, trying to find even more depth in her slit, like a powerful jackhammer. She was obviously enjoying the abuse he dealt her.

Her screaming became unintelligible! She was alternating between kissing him and screaming undecipherable words. Steph had lost all sense, and was fucking Ken out of pure survival instinct. Ken could see that she was on the brink of totally losing her mind. He stood up, grabbing Steph by her hips. He picked her up out of the water and spun her around placing her ass on the side of the tub to get a better angle. She in turn instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Ken now really put it to her, slamming into her without mercy! She grunted and screamed at every powerful thrust. She felt as if her world was being ripped apart from her waist down. All feeling in her legs was gone. The only thing she could feel was Ken's monster cock hitting places she never dreamed existed. She was being wracked by orgasm after orgasm, until she knew it had turned into one continuous, mind-wracking explosion!

Finally, Steph screamed as one of the most powerful orgasm's she had ever experienced jolted her body into convulsions. She no longer had any control and began jerking around in Ken's arms like an over-amped fried circuit! She no longer even cared if he finished she had had enough! Ken saw that he could no longer do any more damage, and slowly eased out of her twitching body. She lay against the poolside jerking and twitching for a long time. He stayed there to prevent her from drowning, but did not attempt any further punishment. After all, he had all night to send her even further into oblivion! 

Ken whispered in her ear, "You are by far the most delicious woman I have ever had the pleasure to fuck!" This seemed to bring a slight, if not timid smile to her face. Her body continued to spasm as she slowly made her way back to Terra Firma! She again gave him a long and passionate kiss, one given this time as reward for his compliment.

"Now I take that as an insult stud!" Apryl's voice chimed in from behind him. "Who bested who the last time?" she reminded him. She eyed him like a challenging hawk.

"No, I haven't forgotten! As a matter of fact, I am looking forward to rectifying that! Care to try again?" he said quite frankly. He was still sporting a diamond hard cock, one that needed some attention.

"Hold on stud, that's what happened the last time, if I remember correctly!" she added. "Let's give you some time to regain some composure, because we're here for the duration. We aren't going anywhere and neither are you until Saturday. That gives us twenty-four hours of using you however we like!" she smiled at him.

Ken looked at her with a sly look and commented, "Trying to wear me out before the party Apryl?" He was now more than determined to make good on his claim to send her into orbit as well.

She winked back and said, "Hell no, I want you at your best for that. So, lets just say I want us to be over those first time jitters. I want you to know exactly how to please me." The challenge was met, and she looked as if she would indeed make it an eventful evening for them both.

Ken nodded at the sense she was making. They decided that it was a little chilly out here. He suggested that maybe inside would be a better place to work out these issues. Ken literally picked Steph up from the hot tub and carried her, still limp body on his shoulder into the house. He placed her naked and wet form on a thick towel on the sofa. His cock still semi-hard dangled just out of reach of her now friendly hands. She moaned playfully as he pushed her gently back onto the pillows.

"Get some rest, we'll be right here when you're ready to continue!" he grinned at Steph. "Thanks again, your wonderful." She grinned back and slipped off to sleep. 

"Now you were saying?" Apryl teased. "And here I thought I had your attentions. I think I am hurt!"

Ken looked at Apryl's naked form standing there like a nymph. He wondered just how long she had been watching them? He again found his attention on a fine body ready to be used by him. He grinned and replied, "She left me no choice, and any way you already have a win. I believe the next round will be mine!"

She eyed him with a quick grin and said, "A contest huh? Well we'll see. I think I still may have a few tricks for you yet!" It was apparent that there was more to her than he had originally anticipated.

For the next hour they sat in the kitchen talking and poking fun at each other, teasing and promising that not all the cards had been shown by either of them yet. Ken found out that despite their difference in age, she was Bri's age; her birthday was the day before his. That explained why they got along so well. Two Leo's were bound to clash, even if it was to see who would win out in the battle of wills.

Apryl turned out to be someone he could picture as a long-term friend, even if the ongoing sexual tension was never fully resolved. He found he liked her more and more. Her stubborn determination was just like his, her will to have things her way was similar as well. Plus, as they talked, he found out her love for her "guy" was just as strong as Ken's was for Bri. She refused to give up his name or what he did, but assured Ken that he took very good care of her and her boys.

Steph had regained herself and had joined them in the kitchen. She refused to bother covering her naked form, and was by no means modest. Again Ken found himself with the enviable task of looking at two gorgeous women naked and willing before him. They both seemed at ease with him, like nothing could be further from normalcy. Steph commented that she now understood why Apryl had made her comment, and couldn't wait to go for another round at some point soon. Ken blushed slightly at the compliment.

Apryl eyed them both and said, "Not before I get my turn baby doll! I sat and watched you two for over an hour, I think I deserve as much time at least, don't you?" Her intent was very clear; she wouldn't accept any less of an effort on his part.

He took that as a challenge and said, "I can promise you there will not be a repeat of the last time. I had to eat my words for far to long over that one. I think you'll find I am quite over my school boy crush and am more than willing to prove it!" He stood up to show his pulsing cock was indeed up for the task.

"Yes, I can see you are at that," commented Apryl, who stared appreciatively at his hard manhood now only inches from her face. "Hey Steph, ever done a guy with two women before?"

Steph whistled, "Hmm, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, think he can handle two of us?" They both looked at Ken with a questioning look.

He took in what they had just suggested and smiled. "No better way to find out than to try!" His mouth began to water at the thought of servicing them both simultaneously.

"I think before we get started a little relaxer might be in order." She giggled. Apryl looked around for her purse and retrieved a cigarette pack from inside. "I hope it's not out of order to ask if you smoke!" she commented, revealing a joint inside the pack.

Ken looked at them both and thought, "What the hell" it had been a long time since he had last done that! "OK, but I have to warn you both, pot kind of numbs me, and I may not even get off. Last time I smoked any, Bri was sore for days by the time I got done!" he said matter-of-factly! 

Steph grinned and commented. "Oh is that so? I think we can make sure that doesn't happen again. I can tell you, I want to see that geyser up close and personal when it goes off! I can't wait to make you lose your mind the way you just did to me." She stood up squeezing those massive tits together, fondling herself for him to see she was already excited at the prospect.

"Uhh, hello!" Steph commented. "Remember me? I think I'll start first Steph, you can have what's left, or should we see just how talented our stud here is?" She moved in closer squeezing her tits in imitation of Steph's actions. 

Ken stared in awe at the show of both girls pleasuring themselves for his enjoyment. He could not help but gloat at his own luck. "If Eliot could only see this," he thought. He was brought back to reality by the phone ringing!

"Hello?" he asked the phone. "Who's this?" he was a little caught off guard at who might be calling this late.

Bri was on the line, and from the way she was slurring her words, he knew she was hammered. "Me and Karen are gonna crash here for the night. We got, umm a little, umm drunk, and well you know!" She seemed to be ready to pass out.

"Are you guys OK?" he asked. "You sound like you had a good time!" He knew that they had indeed if she was drunk!

"Yeah well, we found our recruits for the party! I think we have more than enough for the three of us!" she slurred into the receiver. "Did Apryl even call? She was supposed to come over and help us, but I think we just forgot about her in our excitement getting out of there today!"

"Yeah baby, she came over. I wasn't expecting company, so she kind of caught me napping!" he lied. "She's right here, you want to talk to her?" He motioned the phone to Apryl.




The Party Ch. 02



I had originally not planned on submitting this part, but Bri reminded me of everything that had happened and I just couldn't resist.

Bri felt the light breaking through the fog in her brain, like an ice pick! She felt herself climbing up from the depths of a self-imposed, and horrible hangover. The fog began clearing in her fuzzy brain like the parting of thick soup. The events of the previous night still a little out of focus. If not for the stiffness of her aching limbs, she would have just called them a pleasant dream!

As she made her way back to reality, a strange realization confronted her senses. Someone was sleeping on her! She wondered if they had brought one of the guys home from the bar? She didn't remember leaving with anyone, and swore they had arrived here alone. She slowly opened her eyes wondering whom she might find there. Much to her relief and surprise, she found Karen's wild mane strewn across her body. He right arm was snaked across her mid-section, wrapped tightly around her body. She had also thrown her right leg over Bri's, like a body pillow! The thing that got her attention the most, however, was that Karen's face was firmly planted firmly on her right boob, like it was the most comfortable pillow Karen could have found. Bri was at first a little curious as to how the two had ended up naked and in bed together, in such an awkward position, but realized just how drunk they had been the night before. She was now remembering that she had watched Karen pass out as soon as she got in the room.

Bri remembered Karen squirming out of her clothes and curling up under the blankets. Bri hadn't realized that they had gotten a single for the night, as they had forgotten to get cash, and promised the night clerk they would settle things up in the morning when she could locate her credit card. The night clerk, who had been a very sweet young man, agreed but said he only had a single he could let them use. It seemed most people wanted the luxury of a double or Queen sized bed, so they had to settle for something a little more modest.

It was then that Bri recalled taking a shower and calling Ken. Had he said that Apryl had come by? She seemed to remember him saying something about her and a friend being there, and breaking the new girl in! God she wished her head wasn't pounding so hard. It made thinking impossible! She would remember soon enough, she thought.

Meanwhile she had another dilemma to attend to, how to remove Karen's head without waking her? She looked down at her sleeping form and wondered how to extricate herself from Karen's body hug? She wasn't actually uncomfortable with the closeness of her naked body, as much as she really needed to go to the bathroom! Karen seemed to be enjoying her tit pillow very much. She could tell she had been there for some time, as there were signs of drool covering her nipple and the rest of her breast's surface. Plus she could feel the warmth of Karen's box firmly pressed against her leg.

She smoothed back the hair from Karen's face, hoping to coerce her into moving off. To her surprise, Karen licked her lips, and in doing so, Bri's nipple as well. The ensuing little shock it sent through Bri, made her pull away gently from Karen's grasp. She had never been with a woman in such a personal manner before, and though it wasn't something that shocked her, it also wasn't something she had actively sought after. She found her friends, unknowing attention strangely exciting. Karen seemed to realize, she too wasn't alone, and began coming around!

She opened her eyes to find herself presented with the sight of Bri's nipple, squarely between her own lips! She quickly removed her head from Bri's chest, causing the pain of her own hangover to come crashing in to reality! She lay back onto Bri's arm, fighting with the massive headache that came with rising to fast! She moaned, "Jeez, what the fuck did we drink last night? My head feels like it's going to explode!"

Bri rolled toward her pulling her arm out and smiled, saying, "Way too much, mine feels the same way!" Karen looked up to find Bri's tits again in close proximity to her face. "Good God, did we? I mean could we have? Oh, I don't remember anything after we left the bar last night!" Karen admitted, flushing a little from the closeness of Bri's naked body. She realized she was still somewhat entwined with Bri's legs, and unwrapped them putting a few inches space between them.

Bri looked down at her drool covered tit and said, "With the exception of using me as a pillow, I think not!" "Although I must admit, you did give me a little thrill there for a second." she smiled innocently! She pushed Karen's shoulder as if showing her she was just teasing. Karen closed her eyes and relaxed falling back onto the pillow.

Bri got up and headed for the bathroom. Karen looked at her naked body for any signs that they might have gotten wilder than she had remembered last night. Her head reminded her of just why she didn't drink that often. She looked around the small room for her clothes. She found them on the floor by the chair in a heap. She could not remember even coming here, much less how she ended up in bed with Bri naked! She began to wonder if she had tried anything with Bri, and also if she had offended her in any way?

As Bri came out from the bathroom, Karen looked her in the eye in a questioning manner. Bri broke the awkward silence and said, "It was nice to be able to keep each other warm last night, I think. This room was a bit chilly and you looked so cold!" Bri seemed to notice Karen's awkwardness, and smiled at her to ease her mind. She sat down next to Karen, leaving a comfort zone for her embarrassed friend. "Relax Kar, nothing happened. I think we both would have remembered doing something like that don't you?" she said teasing Karen.

Karen again flushed at the idea of the two of them locked in each other's naked embrace. She looked shyly at Bri and whispered, "I've never even considered something like that with another woman, not that I find it wrong or anything, but well..." Her words drifted off as if she was now very much considering the possibility!

Bri looked again at her friend with a somewhat sly look. "Well, neither have I Kar," she whispered back, feeling the sexual tension between them go up a few notches, "But if ever I do think about it, you would be my only choice! That's for sure!" She looked at Karen with an almost serious look. Then stroked Karen's face with a gentle hand. The two looked at each other briefly, realizing what had just been admitted.

"But for now" Karen shot back jumping up from the bed, "we have a party to get ready for!" She seemed all to ready to get the day started. She grabbed up her clothes and headed for the bathroom to shower. Bri laughed at her nervous exit and began howling in laughter, as Karen quickly turned on the shower and got in. It seemed a very important barrier had been broken between them, one she curiously thought she wanted to explore at some point! Karen hadn't seemed insulted by her comment, as much as she was surprised. She wondered if Karen had felt the same way, or was she way off?

After about twenty minutes, Karen came out of the bathroom wrapped in her towel brushing her hair long hair with her fingers, while attempting to dry it with the other hand. She looked at Bri and smiled saying, "I wonder what our guys would have said if they had found us like that?" She smiled waiting for Bri's response.

"Knowing those two, they would have yelled at us for not giving them front row seats to watch!" Bri quipped. She looked back at Karen and the two of them just broke into a fit of laughter. Apparently Karen wasn't suffering any bad feelings from their brief, if not awkward moment of curiosity. They looked at each other and knew; sometime soon they would have to resolve this, just the two of them!

Karen got dressed, while Bri again showered. She said, " We don't want to have to explain why I have your drool all over my tit to those perv's, do we?" The two again broke into a fit of giggles and after Bri quickly dressed, headed for the door. They walked arm in arm, to the desk to settle up for the night. Luckily the desk help had changed and the woman there was only too glad to take her information in place of the actual card. She called in the information and they were soon on their way to get back Bri's car.

They caught a cab back to the "Happy Hour", and sure enough, there was Bri's SUV sitting under the side breezeway, as Joe had promised. The keys were right where he said they would be, under the newspapers, and it looked untouched otherwise. They quickly found Bri's purse and paid the cab driver. They then looked in the car to find something to relieve their throbbing heads. Karen again laughed as she said, "God we must look like hell! I know I sure feel like it!"

"If you look like hell, I must look even worse!" Bri said, noting that even in her hung over state, Karen had managed to put on make-up and brush out her hair, so she looked like a million dollars again. Bri was just a tiny bit jealous, as she looked at her own reflection in the rear view mirror. She thought, "I look like a twenty after being washed out too many times!" She laughed at her image in spite of herself.

Karen looked her over one time and commented; "At least you don't have to work at it as hard as I do. You look great no matter how little you work at it, I'm a little jealous!" Bri took the compliment and just smiled back, looking again into Karen's eyes, feeling the unspoken electricity between them. The moment passed and she put the vehicle into drive. "Next stop food, party supplies and then!" "GUYS!!" they both yelled!

* * * *

Ken felt the familiar sensation of someone, very eagerly, sucking on his very grateful dick. The sensation of waking up to that particular pleasure never ceased to amaze him, even now! He relished in the feeling of her warm and talented mouth bringing him such exquisite pleasure. He felt her hands cupping his balls, almost as if coaxing them to produce its magic fluids for her wanting mouth. He felt her warm breath, shooting in short shots across his pubic region as she took in his entire length! He felt the wonderful sensations of her tongue twirling tight little circles of pleasure, every time she reached the tip. The anticipation of her waiting, before plunging yet again, to the very root of his manhood! He almost did not want to open his eyes, for fear it might be a dream. The subtle slurping as she withdrew, and then again plunging down, drew his breath in short ragged gasps. He reached his hands to guide her head into a faster, deeper penetration. The hair he grabbed was not Bri's!

Ken opened his eyes, startled to find the fire red hair of Steph, bobbing happily away on his ragging cock. She seemed very content with giving his, until now, unconscious body such nasty little pleasure. She didn't even look up as he sat up. She groaned when he tried removing her head. She pulled his hands away and continued her assault on his throbbing member. She seemed determined to finish what she had started. "Who was he to stop her?" he thought.

As he watched in fascination as she again and again, plunged her face down onto his cock, he couldn't help but wonder if she was taking time to breath? He relaxed and let her have her way. The feeling was so overwhelming he didn't see any reason to deprive her of her prize. He thought,"Life couldn't be any sweeter!" Just as he began to settle in for an enjoyable time, Apryl walked naked and smiling into the room.

"Well, finally he wakes!" she joked. "I thought you'd never wake up! Steph's been at that for almost twenty minutes, I figured you for dead!" She made her way around the bed to sit beside his head. Her freshly showered body still smelled of soap and was still warm to his touch. Her closeness made him ever harder in Steph's eager mouth. "We were just wondering if you might be interested in letting us get another shot at the title champ, before we left to meet up with Karen and Bri?" She watched him waiting for an answer. He trailed his finger down to her very moist slit. 

"Just get you're pretty self up here and find out!" he said pulling her ass towards him. She smiled a knowing leer, and swung her leg over his head so that she was straddling his face. He found himself now looking at her amazing ass and the glistening slit he had, not so long ago, fucked senseless. He pulled her ass down until her squirming pussy came directly in contact with his eager tongue. He could smell her sweetness as he sank his tongue into her warm lips. He could feel the nub of her clitoris on his lip as he slid into the folds of her hungry womanhood. She let out a little gasp as he sucked at the tender lips. He ran his tongue along its folds, and then dove back in to drink up the sweet juices of her steamy pussy. She in turn, ground back at his tongue and mouth, urging him into deeper depths. At the same time he could feel nails being dragged across his upper legs and chest, simultaneously. The sensation of four sets of nails on his body was incredible. He flexed his hips into Steph's very talented mouth, as he began in earnest to eat Apryl's scrumptious honey pot!

The three of them continued on like this for what seemed hours, but was in reality only about twenty minutes! Steph was bobbing up and down like a starved kid on a Popsicle. Apryl on the other hand, was grinding desperately onto his eager and talented mouth. The soggy wetness of her pussy, and her quickening breath, told him she was very close to a powerful orgasm. He couldn't wait to taste her. He also felt the beginnings of his own orgasm. He hoped to have them both squirming in ecstasy long before he came!

Ken redoubled his efforts on Apryl, while pushing even harder with his cock into Steph's welcoming mouth. Steph stepped up her efforts, and her slurping and sucking became very loud. Apryl began to tense as she began a very quick and intense climax. He could taste her juices running into his eager mouth. She ground down hard as she came rapid-fire into his welcoming mouth. Ken then quickly rolled Apryl off, and pulled his cock from Steph's mouth. He turned and repositioned himself. He grabbed Steph's tiny form, flipping her over to her back. He separated her fine legs eagerly looking forward to pummeling her again. He positioned his cock at her soggy pussy and slammed it home. 

Steph's scream of pleasure erupted from her mouth as his entire length split her in two. Her arms clawed at his back digging welts across his shoulders. The pain/pleasure he felt drove him deeper into her quivering body. She looked as if she had had her breath ripped from her as he began to pump madly away in her. She moaned, as time and again he seemed determined to punch a hole through her with his cock. She in turn began to buck back at him, squeezing her inner muscles to urge him towards cumming. She clawed his back time and again as he drove mercilessly into her. At one point he could actually feel the blood welling up on his ravaged back! He smiled as he realized he'd have to explain those to Bri later!

After only five or so minutes, he felt his balls fill with the coming explosion. Steph was moaning out like a wounded animal as she came hard on his pumping rod. She felt like a live wire as she rocked against him, slamming her head back and arching her tiny frame up into him in the throws of her own pleasure. He felt the familiar sensation of lightheadedness just before he exploded into Steph's gripping hole. He howled out like an animal as torrent after torrent of cum spilled into her.

Apryl had regained her composure long enough to grab Ken's face and give him a deep and voracious kiss. He almost lost his concentration, slowing his pace on Steph, until he could feel his cock softening to uselessness. His breath came raggedly into Apryl's probing mouth and he felt Steph's arms close around him, pulling him down. He soon found himself trading kisses with them both. They looked at him and Apryl eyed his back.

"Now that will be hard to explain!" she said commenting on the criss-cross pattern of bloody welts across his back. She ran her finger across the bloody welts. He could now feel the sting of his sweat mixing with the scratches. "Yeah, well what do you expect when confronted with two wildcats like you?" he smiled back at them.

"Your cute! I hope Bri lets us play with you again sometime, I bet we could really put a hurting on you given some time!" Apryl said playfully.

"I at least owe you for all this!" Steph said from her position beneath him, his semi-hard cock still inside her dripping box. "Shit, I won't be able to walk for a week, much less fuck, after this!" She made a fanning motion towards her dripping, and obviously overworked opening.

They all broke out laughing as Ken removed himself from Steph and pulled her to her feet. The spunk from their recent adventure spilled down her tiny legs in rivers. Apryl smiled at her as well, and shoved Steph towards the bathroom throwing her a towel. They watched as Steph turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. She stepped into the shower pulling the door tight behind her. Apryl turned to look at Ken.

"I'm slightly impressed!" she joked, her eyes betraying her words, as he saw pure satisfaction within. "Next time it's just me and you sport! One on one to the bitter end, and I don't want to hear you crying that you need a break. I have a tie-breaker to win, and I mean to make you cry for your mommy!" she said planting a kiss on his grinning face. She slid by him and went to join Steph in the shower. He watched as she slid open the door and move in under the water with Steph. Steph whispered something to her, they laughed and Steph got out of the shower. Again, Ken marveled at Steph's slim, but gorgeously proportioned body. The water dripping from her firm high set tits made him want to drink from them all day. He almost pouted as she slipped on her white T-shirt and squirmed back into her jeans.

As Apryl exited the shower, she motioned for him to get in. He made his way past Steph and brushed by Apryl's naked form, wishing he could have just one more shot at her. She slapped his ass as he stepped in. "We'll see you later champ! We have to get going. The girls are waiting for us. Oh yeah, Bri said to bring your sorry ass, and Eliot's, as soon as you can." She giggled.

She was putting on her own clothes as Ken closed the shower door. "Remember champ!" Apryl yelled, "Next time, just me and you!" It was the last thing he heard before the door was pushed shut. He relaxed under the spray of hot water wincing at the sting from the welts on his back. 

He was tired, but more than ready for tomorrow. But he did have to get to his Uncle's, and he had to do it today! He showered quickly feeling the warm water stinging his wounded back begin to ease somewhat. "This would be fun explaining to Bri!" he thought. He hoped things got hot and heavy before she noticed! "Yeah, fat chance, bonehead!" he laughed at himself. Maybe she would have something embarrassing to share herself if he was lucky! He finished the shower and quickly got dressed. The girls were long gone! He made his way out into the crisp morning air, and looked at the blue morning sky. "This is going to be one hell of a party!" he thought to himself. He got into his old GTO and cranked over the engine. In a moment of pure impulse, he floored it spinning tires from his driveway. The sounds of Ozzy singing "Crazy Train" blasting out of the windows, made him laugh as he drove away.

* * * *

Bri looked at herself in the rearview again, looking for any new flaw that might betray her long drunken night. She looked down at Karen's sleeping form on the reclined passenger seat. The blouse she wore had again slid open, revealing her perfectly shaped tits. Bri found herself wondering if she was just being silly about the whole idea of what she had hinted at with Karen earlier? She knew she had, from time to time wondered about it, but wasn't that normal? To actually be in that situation was not something she had been prepared for, the thoughts it left in her mind were exciting and somewhat erotic to her. She really wished they had had the time to explore the idea some more. Things were happening so fast now in the past two months, that Bri had to just relax and take a deep breath.




The Party Ch. 02



It had been awhile since our last little party, but the fact that you kept bringing it up told me that you had truly enjoyed yourself. You talked about watching all of the other couples as they had watched us and how I had pleasured you like never before, but, more than anything, you talked about the couple who had performed almost directly in front of your face and that incredibly well hung man. "How could that beautiful, petite woman take so much inside of her?" you asked. I decided I would give him a call and see what I could arrange for an answer.

"Hi, nice to see you again," he said as he opened the door. He smiled at you and I could see by the look in your eyes that you had forgotten just how attractive this man was in addition to his amazing endowment. He looked like a Greek God as he stood before you holding out his powerful arms and showing you the rippling muscles under his tight t-shirt. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, "what are you having to drink?"

We sipped on our drinks as we sat there, me beside you on the sofa and him sitting directly across from us. As the drinks loosened us up, we started talking about the events at out party. The combination of drink, talk and watching you eye this man was getting me aroused, so I reached down between your legs and lifted your skirt. To my surprise, you were not wearing anything under that short skirt, and even more surprising, you were already soaking wet. His eyes moved down to my hand as you let out a sigh and he could see that I was massaging your swollen clit. He simply smiled in approval. "I have to taste you," I said as I lowered myself to my knees and began to kiss my way up your thighs. I could hear our host moving behind me and I could tell from the sounds as well as looking up into your hungry eyes that he was undressing for you.

I continued to tease your clit with my lips and tongue as you watched him reveal his big, powerful, muscular body. I stopped just when I sensed you were on the edge of an orgasm and looked back over my shoulder at this mountain of a man. "Shall we?" he asked as he motioned to the bedroom.

I rose up to my feet and pulled you up with me. I could tell from the look in your eyes that you were lost in the experience. I gave you a long, hard kiss and simply said "Enjoy," before taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

Our host was already on the bed, his massive and powerful body leaving little room for anything else. I moved to stand behind you and the side of the bed and reached around to start unbuttoning your blouse. You could not take your eyes off of this man as he reached down and brought his immense cock to life while watching me undress you. I stood up behind you after I had you completely unclothed and we both watched him grow to an incredible length and girth that would barely fit in his hands. You could feel my breath on your neck as I reached around you to play with your nipples already hard and aching. "My God you are beautiful," he said, "I'm going to lose myself on you I just know it."

I reached down to cup your sopping pussy with my hand and I kissed the back of your neck up to your ear and whispered "I think you are ready."

You kneeled down on the bed beside him and slowly started kissing up and down his long shaft. You worked your way up to the tip and opened your mouth barely wide enough to take him in. As you continued to slowly work on him with your lips and tongue, the man looked at me and pointed to a video camera on a nearby nightstand. "Do you mind?" he asked. I certainly had no objections to capturing this little show, so I reached over, picked up the camera and hit record.

Just as I had focused on the bed, he reached under and with just one arm lifted you over him and brought your ass down on his face. He dove into your pussy with an amazingly aggressive vigor as you continued to try to take him in your mouth. The loud moans coming from your mouth stuffed with cock provided a beautiful soundtrack to my personal little porn film and I could tell that you were getting to him as well as his moans were getting louder and louder. Suddenly he reached around you with both strong arms and wrapped them around your waist. With incredible power he swung his legs off the side of the bed and stood up, holding you in the air in a standing sixty-nine. The man was going wild burying his tongue in your pussy and thrusting his hips back and forth driving himself deeper and deeper into your mouth. I thought he was going to cum right there but he suddenly pulled you away from his face, holding you in the air for a moment, and then tossing you on the bed as if it were no effort at all. I couldn't believe what I was watching, or that I was getting it on tape. I had never seen a man so lost in his animal nature. Almost as soon as you hit the bed, he was on top of you. I swear I could hear him growling as he grabbed your ankles in his hands and spread your legs wide apart. I was wondering if it was getting a little rough for you, but all I heard you say was "Yes, yes," as you looked down at that enormous piece or meat standing straight out and aimed at your open pussy.

He wasted no time in obliging. Still lost in his animal lust, he drove his incredible cock inside of you with a violence that I thought would split you open. I had no idea how you could take a man of such size inside of you. He certainly was not waiting for you to adjust as he let go of your ankles and fell down on top of you with his large, strong body. You were pinned underneath him as he continued to pound your pussy with long, hard strokes each one stretching you wide and making you gasp for air. I kept thinking that there is no way this can last but he kept fucking you like some wild animal completely lost in his instincts. I saw through my lens that you had given in to the instinct as well as you lifted your hips to meet each thrust and matched his growls with an animal-like purr from deep in your throat. I could barely control myself as I held the camera in one hand and massaged my aching cock with the other, but I kept myself on the edge, not wanting to miss a second of the action.

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed you behind your knees, pinning them back almost to your ears and started to drive his massive cock inside of you with even more force than before. I was not long until I heard you screaming "I'm cumming, fuck, I'm cumming!" He let go of your legs and thrust himself inside of you as deep as he could go as your pussy tightened on him and you exploded in your orgasm. This drove him over the edge as well as his body stiffened and you felt him grow even larger and harder inside of you before releasing, throbbing and shooting what seemed like an endless and powerful stream of hot cum inside of you.

He rolled off of you. Your swollen pussy still holding his huge cock so tightly that it made a popping sound when he pulled it all the way out. I could not take it any more. I did not care that another man had just shot his load in you, in fact, that was part of the turn on. As he rolled over on his back, I placed the camera on the nightstand. "I know you both must be tired," I said, "but I am not finished yet."

I told you to get on top and straddle him. Despite having just cum, he was still half-hard and you moaned as you worked him back up into your aching pussy. He pulled you down to kiss you bringing your ass up in the air as I positioned myself behind you. My cock was already dripping with lubricant from the hand job I had been giving myself and guided myself slowly and gently into your ass. I started to rock you back and forth slowly as he continues to kiss you and play with your breasts. He brought his one free hand down between your legs to play with your clit. To your surprise, he was starting to grow again and you felt him getting larger and harder inside of you. You were soon completely full of two raging, rock hard cocks stretching you to the limits of ecstasy. I knew I could not take this for very long and I started pumping you in a rhythm that seemed to satisfy all three of us. You felt my familiar contractions as my head swelled up and I burst into you. At the same time, he shot his hips up in the air burying himself inside or you again and filling you up with another river of his hot cum.

We all fell off of each other and rolled to our backs on the bed, all completely spent. You were the first on to look up and notice. There in the corner, holding the camera was the beautiful brunette from the night at our party that you had watched this man ravage. "Well," she said, "we will have to watch this little film together now won't we?" But that's another story...



The Party Ch. 02



Hearing the front door open. My eyes slowly opened as I woke up and tried to remember where I was. Turning over onto my back, it dawn on me that I was still in the hotel room. Buzz was still asleep. Glancing over at the clock, it read seven thirty. 

I instantly was reminded of the night before with the soreness of my ass.     

"Wake up you sleepy heads!" 

It was Mrs. Markus. What the hell was she doing here? I was so embarrassed as she smiled at me in bed with Buzz.    

"Did you have a nice sleep Nancy?" 

She then turned to Buzz.

"Buzz, wake up! You have to get to the golf course. The bus is leaving in 25 minutes."

Buzz jumped up, quickly covering himself with a towel and not even looking at me, rushed off to the washroom. I looked back at Mrs. Markus.

"It's not what you think." I said blushing

"Just look at you for god sakes" She said walking up to the edge of the bed." You look terrible... What were you thinking?"

I just looked at her dumb founded. I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. I was more worried about her finding out that Buzz and I had sex...

"You just can't drink and party late and expect to wake up fresh for your husband. That's so very important Nancy. You always have to look the best you can day and night for any man." she said as she whipped the sheets off of me." Now get up!"

"Please Mrs. Markus; give me something to cover up with for god sakes." 

She wasn't even listening to me as she saw something fly up off the bed from her pulling the sheets back.

"What's this? She said as she bent down and picked up the empty condom package from the floor. She looked at it for a second." You didn't?"

I swallowed a little." It's not what you think Mrs. Markus. It was...um...like an experiment. I was thinking that, um,,,I, um,,should know."

I didn't know what else to say. She's not going to understand anything I tell her anyways. She doesn't know the whole story about what happen at the party with Harry and me.

I slid out of the bed away from her, looking around for something to wear.

"I can believe you gave it away that easy Nancy. To let him have you on the first night, it's shameful." 

Buzz's shirt that he was wearing at the party was lying over a chair. I quickly grabbed it and slipped it on. It was way too big as it fell below my thighs. I closed the front of the shirt together.

"But Mrs., Markus, you don't understand."

She shook her head in disgust.

"Anyways, we have to get you ready for the ladies gathering this morning. I brought some things for you. I'm telling you Nancy, you're going to owe me big time for doing all of this for you." 

Mrs. Markus waved the bed sheet up in the air, letting it float back down, and then straightening it out. 

"Ok, come over and sit down on the edge of the bed. I have to explain a few things to you before we get started young lady."

I moved slowly from around the bed to where she was standing and sat down. She reached down and held my face gently in her hands.

Nancy, I don't want you to think that I'm picking on you. I just want to see you be the girl of Buzz's dreams. You want that too don't you?"

What was it she wanted me to say? This was so weird, it's like she thought this was going to be a permanent thing. My mind drifted. How did she know about the ladies gathering anyways?

"Yes ma'am, but I really think,"

"Shush, just listen. Now when Buzz finishes up in the bathroom, I want you to go in and freshen up while he's getting dressed. It's so important to be pretty for him when he leaves. You always have to make a man feel wanted and appreciated and we girls do that with our beauty. Then you can always be sure he'll come home. That's so important."

"Yes ma'am but why can't he just stay with me?" 

"Shush I said. I'm just not only talking about today silly. I'm saying everyday we do that."

Just then Buzz came into the bedroom wearing a towel around his waist." What are you two talking about?"

"Oh nothing Buzz, just a little girl talk." Mrs. Markus said giving me a wink.

Buzz walked right over to his suitcase and took out a pair of shorts and golf shirt.

"Ok Nancy, off you go. I'll see you in a few minutes." She smiled as she patted my knees with both of her hands.

I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, passing Buzz as he pulled up his boxers. My eyes drifted over to him for just a second. I was overwhelmed with guilt for some reason and wanted him to say something to me. It just felt strange to me that he hasn't said boo since he fucked my ass. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal to him but it was too me. What if he thought I wasn't very good? He would tell me wouldn't he? Why doesn't he say something? Even a good morning would help.

As I stood looking in the mirror in the bathroom I could see what Mrs. Markus meant. My eyes were really puffy and my lipstick and mascara smeared. She was right in saying I should look better. I wouldn't want to wake up to a girl looking like me if I was a guy. I shook my head a little,,,"What I'm I saying? I am a guy"

I scrubbed my face, taking off all of the old make-up. I didn't have much time so I quickly applied some eye shadow and mascara. Holding my hand steady, I traced my lips with my rouge lipstick."

"Good enough" I said to myself as I picked up a brush and ran it over my hair, making it look nice again.

When I walked out to the bedroom, Buzz was collecting his wallet and things.

"Well I got to go. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but you two have a good time." Buzz said as he moved quickly by me to the front door. 

Mrs. Markus made a face at me to follow him. I blushed slightly and went after him.

"Um Buzz, I just wanted to tell you good-bye and have a nice time." 

I felt like Mrs. Markus was watching my every move. I looked up at Buzz as his eyes met mine. He smiled slightly.

I quickly whispered "We need to talk."

"Gee Nancy, that's nice of you. I hope you have a nice time today as well." Buzz reached his hand out and took mine, pulling me close too him. 

He bent down to my ear and whispered." If it's about us fucking last night, don't worry, you'll get better...

What an insensitive jerk I said to myself. I was so embarrassed knowing Mrs. Markus was watching and probably listening. I was dumbfounded and not sure what to do or say as he walked down the hall to the elevators.

I slowly shut the door 

"Oh sweetheart." She said softly

She came up to me and gave me a motherly hug.

"He didn't mean anything by that Nancy. He didn't realize he was saying something hurtful."

"Thanks Mrs. Markus. I guess we all have a lot on our minds." 

"I saw the condom Nancy and I know that it broke."

She looked at me with great concern.

"It's no wonder you were a little taken back from all of this. Don't worry honey, all of us girls go through the same thing when a man invades our bodies for the first time..."

I just stood with her as she held me. It was nice that she understood what I was feeling.

"Poor baby, don't you worry. We're going to get you all prettied up and have a great time today. You'll forget all about it. You'll see." She smiled as she pushed softly away from me and taking me by the hand.

"You go take a shower and I'll get things set up out here. Make sure you clean everything Nancy. And I mean everything"

Mrs. Markus said letting go of my hand and giving me a wink.

I walked to the bathroom unbuttoning Buzz's shirt and dropping it to the floor.

Turning on the shower, I stood inside. It felt so refreshing as the water fell over me. I just shut my eyes for a while before I scrubbed off the rest of my make-up. I lathered up a bar of scented soap and wash myself all over. I was still a little tender as I slid the bar of soap between the cheeks of my ass. 

I thought about being fucked in the ass again. I would have thought it would have hurt worse then what it did. I was really quite surprised that it didn't.

"Are you almost done in there?" Mrs. Markus yelled through the door.

"In another minute" I said standing there as the water rinses me off. 

"Wrap yourself up in a towel and come to the bedroom. You're taking far too long" 

I turned off the shower and stepped out. After completely drying myself, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to the bedroom. 

Mrs. Markus had made a make-shift make-up table with a chair sitting in front of the table.

"Come on Nancy, We don't have time to waste. Now come over here and sit down."

"Yes Ma'am." I said walking over to her, then sitting down in the chair.

"This is so fun making you pretty Nancy. Women would die to have skin like yours."

I just sat there as she would instruct me to move my head one way then other, tilting my face with her finger tips under my chin as she lightly applied my make-up. 

"I think a touch of the peach eye shadow will work for you today. Don't you think?"

I just nodded slightly as she started her magic on me.

"I noticed you did such a good job putting it on this morning. You looked very refresh and natural. Perfect considering you didn't have much time. Are you sure you have never done this before? Mrs. Markus laughed as she feathered some blush on my cheeks. 

"You know Nancy; I was quite surprised that Buzz chose such a petite girl like you. I'm so happy he did though. You two have been such close friends for so long."

There she goes with her babbling again I thought to myself. What the hell is she talking about now? Buzz choosing me, what's that all about?

"Um, Mrs. Markus, I'm really not sure if I can pull this off, I mean with all the ladies today, I'm sure they might get suspicious, especially in the day time."

"Oh don't be silly. Now I don't want to hear that kind of talk any more. You have to have confidence Nancy. Confidence being the girl you can be." 

Mrs. Markus finished my make-up and lightly sprayed some perfume on me.

"I don't know Mrs. Markus, all of this is happening so fast. I really wasn't prepared to do all of this. You know, first the party and now I have to go to some women's gathering." 

Mrs. Markus walked over to her purse and brought it back to me.

"This is what I take whenever I get a little over anxious and somewhat confused about things. My doctor prescribed these for me for occasions just like these.

She opened her purse and pick out a prescription bottle.

"Just take two of these and you'll feel fine. I call them my "Happy Pills. She giggled."

"Why not, what do I have to loose." I said holding my palm out and then tossing the pills in my mouth.

"Will you stop it already? Now go over there and start getting dressed. I have picked out some really nice and casual things for you to wear."

I could hear the tone in Mrs. Markus voice that she was getting annoyed with me and that I better just shut up and go get dressed. She had laid the clothes out while I was showering. 

Dainty black lace panties with a matching bra laid on the bed neatly. A black pleated skirt and a white blouse lay beside them. I hesitated slightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed with her watching me before I slipped on the panties. 

"You better hurry it up, we have to get going."

Not answering back, I quickly picked up the skirt and wiggle it up my legs, zipping it up the back. I was truly amazed how well it seemed to fit. Picking up the bra, I placed at around my waist and fasten it before I swung it around and pulled it up, something I seen my mom and sisters do to get their bras on.

"Just like you were doing it for years Nancy "Mrs. Markus said with a smirked tossing me the stuffing for the bra.

I blushed slightly as I packed the stuffing in the cups of the bra. I slipped the blouse on before reaching down and picking up the nylons. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rolled them into a donut then pulled them up my legs.

"You should see yourself. You're such a natural at getting dressed. Are you sure you never done this before sweetheart?

I just ignored her, thinking to myself "What's the big deal; you roll them in a donut and stick your toes in." 

Finishing each leg, I stood up off the bed and smoothed out my skirt, then slip my heels on."

"Well, I guess I'm ready. Do I look alright Mrs. Markus?"

"You look just fine Nancy, except for one thing."

She walked over to me and pulled my skirt higher on my waist.

"Your waist line should be a few inches above your belly button Nancy. It accents your hips more and makes you look so feminine.      

She suddenly slipped her hand under my skirt and rubbed the front of my panties.

Don't worry Hon, just checking to see if you're showing, but I guess we really don't have to worry about that little thing though, do we? 

She smiled, pulling her hand away. Her remark didn't even bother me anymore. I was getting use to her little sly remarks. 

This feels odd Mrs. Markus. My skirt feels so high around my waist. I looked down; my skirt was pulled higher on my thighs, making my legs look long and sexy... 

"You're going to have to remember to keep your legs together Nancy. Modesty is the best policy". She giggled as she looked at me" And by the way, I placed a set of cute earrings and little matching necklace next to your purse." 

I walked over to the bar where I left my purse. Putting my earrings on, I started to think.

I sure wished Buzz was here right now. We really need to talk about all of this. I know its worth seventy –five thousand to me but this is really getting out of hand. Maybe there's another way out of doing all of this. 

I fastened the necklace and picked up my purse. 

"All set?" Mrs. Markus said as she walked over to the door.

"Ready" I smiled, feeling somewhat nervous about going to this gathering.

"You look very pretty Nancy. I'm so proud of you. Everything is going to be just fine."

We both walked towards the elevator with our heels clicking together. Mrs. Markus was making small talk as the elevator doors opened. I wasn't even sure what she was saying as we both walked to the back of the elevator. 

Looking out into the atrium, the elevator started to move slowly downward.

"Isn't it just beautiful Nancy? I just love this hotel.

"Yes, I have never been in such a place before, very high society." I added.

"Oh Nancy,,, look at those two guys coming in from outside, with the tennis rackets."

I look down to where she was pointing and notice two average age guys walking in together side by side. Their shirts were wet with sweat and hair slightly messed up. 

"Which one would you choose Nancy?"

"Excuse me? I said as we both stared down at them as they kept walking through the atrium and with our elevator still slowly moving down.

"Which one would you choose if you had to pick one? You know what I mean; Say you only could choose one of those guys to spend the night with. Which one would you pick?" Mrs. Markus half whispered to me.

That's a tough question Mrs. Markus. I mean, to ask me something like that when you know that my heart belongs to Buzz and if I couldn't have him I would just rather die."

She turned her head and looked at me, then I at her. There was just a bit of silence then we both burst out in laughter.

"What a good answer Nancy. See, I knew you would be a natural at this. This plan is going to work just perfectly for Buzz and you." She happily smiled." How do you feel Nancy, better?"

I had to admit to myself that I did feel pretty good. You know, when you really think of it, it's really not that a big of a deal. I really do have this girl thing down if I just learn to relax.

"I feel great Mrs. Markus, a lot better.

"You'll have to ask the doctor for your own little supply when you see her tomorrow." 

The doors of the elevator opened and I followed her out.

"The doctor? what doctor? I panicky whispered to her as we walked down the hall.

Mrs. Markus stopped.

"It's not a big thing Nancy. She's just going to talk with you for awhile and help you through your transition. She already knows that you're coming in to see her."

I just looked at her blankly. 

"I think it's in the afternoon, but I'll have to let you know later when your appointment is. Now let's get going, Julie's room is just down the hall.

We walked down the hall some more. You could hear the girls inside as we stopped at the door and gently knocked. Mrs. Markus adjusted her clothes and so did I as we waited for the door to open.

She whispered to me. From now on, start calling me Pam. I think it will sound nicer in front of the girls. After all I am going to be your mother.

Julie opened the door slightly, peering out...

"Come right in, I'm so glad you could make it." Julie said as she swung the door all the way open."

We both walked in to the chorus of "Hi's and hello's" The room was draped in pink paper machete ribbons and a banner hung on the wall saying" Naughty and Nice". I noticed a few ladies from the night before and a couple I didn't recognize. 

"Just find a seat anywhere ladies. The presentation is going to start very soon." She said as she shut the door behind us.

Pam and I both smiled our hello's as we walked into the room. We sat down and I held my skirt from riding up, then quickly crossing my legs at the ankles. 

"Ok Ladies, we have a representative from the new line of "Naughty and Nice. So I want you all to have a wonderful time and listen to what she has to say" Julie said as she went and sat down in her chair.

I heard some heels walking out from the kitchenette. Thinking it was the saleslady I looked over. It was that slut Jessica that was with Buzz last night. She was carrying a tray of drinks. My stomach turned as I looked at her and she at me. I don't know why I felt so intimidated by her.

"Oh look who's here." Jessica blurted out." Buzz's fiancé everyone. Show everyone your engagement ring Nancy. Hold it up for everyone to see."

She was mocking me. I could hear it in her voice as I held up my hand. I was so embarrassed the way she centered me out in front of everyone.

Jessica then walked straight up to me with the tray of drinks.

"Care for some champagne and orange juice Nancy? Um, you are of age aren't you Nancy?" Jessica smirked as she leaned over slightly offering me to take a glass. 

I didn't answer and reached up and took a glass.

God I hated her so much. What Buzz ever saw in that bitch is beyond me.

She went to everyone and offered the champagne and sat the empty tray down after taking a drink herself. She leaned her back against the wall across from me. 

As I took a sip, a beautiful middle aged woman walked into the room.

"Hello everyone, my name is Vicky and I would love to steal a couple of hours from you to show you a new line of our products." My company deals mainly in perfumes and make-up but we also carry a line of novelty items for the "naughtiness" in all of us."

We all giggled as she kept talking about various products and how her company worked. By buying through her instead of a regular outlet would save you money. I was very impressed by the way she talked and held herself.

"I'm going to need a volunteer, so if one of you ladies would be so kind."

Jessica blurted out instantly." Let Nancy do it"

I blushed deeply red and shook my head no.

The others cheered and urged me up. Pam nudged me as I slowly stood up from my chair.

"Perfect. Now Nancy if you could please have a seat in front with me." Vicky said as she maneuvered a chair in front.

I gave my glass to Pam and walked over and sat down. Jessica was all smiles as I glanced over at her.

Vicky proceeded in taking off all my make-up 

"I like to start with a good foundation" She said applying a neutral cream over my face.

She would describe how to work her products properly as she continued to paint my face. I sat motionless as she would lightly push my head one way then to the other.




The Party Ch. 02



"You have to start with the apple of the cheek and brush up. Don't be afraid to experiment with the different shades of colors to suit your moods... I do have to admit though; it's a whole lot easier to apply make-up when the volunteer is so young and beautiful. 

Vicky finished up my face by applying black mascara to my lashes, making them full and luscious.

Standing back away from me.

" There you have it ladies, with a few of our products and our make-up tips book, you could look as glamorous as Nancy here. Nancy, please stand up and show the ladies your new look."

I was dieing to see how I looked but she didn't seem to have a mirror with her.

Standing up, I walked and stopped in front of everyone, moving my head side to side as they smiled at me and talked amongst themselves how pretty I was. My last stop was Jessica. I stood straight in front of her.

"My my, aren't you the pretty one Nancy." Jessica whispered sounding just a bit jealous of my looks..." 

I stepped back from her and sat back down next to Pam. She leaned over and told me how proud she was of me and handed my drink back. I quickly took a sip.

There was a pause in the room as the girls all started to fill out their order forms. We all had clipboards and proceeded to check off the products we wanted. 

"We also have a lovely line of perfumes on the back of the order form." Vicky said walking slowly around the room assisting some of the ladies filling out their forms." Remember girls, feeling good, is looking good.

"Just fill out what you want Nancy, I'll be putting it on my credit card when we leave. Enjoy" Pam said as she leaned over to me 

I carefully checked off the make-up that Vicky had used on me. Her's seemed creamier and easy to apply. They came in beautiful colors. I felt wonderful with my new look just by the way the ladies would look up and smile at me...I hope Buzz likes it when he see's me.

"Now, the second part of my presentation, "Naughtiness." I'll understand if a few of you might want to leave but I encourage you to stay. I would like to show some products that you and your partner will have fun with on those wild occasions. But if you're still not interested, you can leave your make-up order form with me and I'll phone you when there ready."

Vicky proceeded to walk and collect the forms. A few of the older ladies stood up and left, leaving just a few of us. I looked at Pam wondering if we should go or stay. 

Jessica came out with another tray of drinks.

"So I see your going to stay, Nancy? Looking for some naughty things to keep Buzz at home instead of golfing?"

I took glass off her tray and ignored her as Vicky started to hand out a glossy brochure. I opened to the first page and was amazed by the beautiful collection of sexy sleepwear. Some so daring that I blushed.

"Pam did you see what is in here?" I said quietly, leaning close to her.

"Oh Nancy, Buzz would sure like to see you in some of these. They have some really sexy clothes in here. Don't you think?" 

I didn't answer and looked back down at the brochure and thumbed quickly through the pages. My face went flush as I turned to the next page showing an assortment of dildos and virbrators. Hesitating, but still glancing at the different sizes and colors.

Pam looked over and seen the page I was on.

"Nancy, for god sakes."

I knew I must have blushed a million colors but I still couldn't help but to giggle. Pam looked at me slightly strange. 

"Now turn back to the second page. There are some beautiful sexy lingerie that I want you to look at."

I flip back to the second page. Models in different poses showed off beautiful baby dolls, bustiers, camisoles and silk robes.

"Aren't these just beautiful Nancy? Why don't you pick out a few outfits? You're going to need your own lingerie sooner or later." She whispered.

I quietly let out a breath and closely looked at the clothes. They were all so pretty. The first thing I felt I wanted to do was to pick a color. Red was sexy but black seem to be so naughty. The powder blue looked womanly and the white, innocent.

I blinked a few times; I couldn't believe I was thinking this way.

Pam reached over and pointed to a white satin corset.

"What do you think of that one?"

I'm not sure if I blushed because of the outfit or of the model wearing it. It was so sexy. The way it laced delicately in the front, with small ruffles around the hips and cups. A beautiful satin g-string and silk white nylons completed the outfit... 

" I never could dream of wearing something like that Pam."

She whispered again," Well your going to have your dream come true Nancy. I bought the same outfit for you last week. It's up in your room right now."

Now I was really confused. Last week? She bought it for me last week?

"I think Buzz will be very impressed, with you wearing that for him. It sure is beautiful, don't you think Nancy?"

"Um, yes, for sure it's really pretty." I slowly responded.

"Choose what ever you want Nancy and I will just charge it with your make-up order. "Pam said as she stood up. "I'll be right back hon. I have to use the washroom."

With pen in hand I check off a powder blue baby doll. I secretly loved baby dolls .The women always looked so sexy in them.

A hand rested softly on my shoulder.

"Turn to page nine Nancy; I want to show you something."

It was Jessica again as she breathed softly in my ear. I nervously turned the pages till I came to page nine. It was the dildo page again.

"Um,, so what is it you want to show me Jessica?" I said trying to act coy. 

She whispered." Item eighteen."

I look down pass the array of dildos, reading the item numbers quickly through my head till I found number eighteen.

"That's the one I'm going to use on you Nancy."

I felt a twinge in my stomach as a black ten inch strap on dildo glossed out of the page... I wanted to say something, but my mouth just wouldn't move.

"You'll never want to be with a man after I finished with you Nancy. Maybe you should think of that before you marry Buzz."

She took a light nip of my ear lobe.

"What are you girls talking about?" Pam said as she walked up to us.

Jessica stood up and smiled at Pam.

"Nancy just wanted to show me something, and I told her to go ahead if you really want too. I prefer the real thing, and I think that number five is just a little too big for a small girl like her?"

I felt Pam move closer to the back of me and look down over my shoulder. 

What the hell did Jessica just do to me? I was so embarrassed as I scanned the numbers and seen number five. It was a ten inch dildo, flesh colored with all the veins with big balls attached to it. 

"Nancy, you should be ashamed of yourself." Pam said actually sounding quite angry with me.

Jessica moved quickly away and was across the room when Pam sat down in her seat.

"I can't believe you were showing her that filth Nancy"

"But Pam, it not what you think"

"You have been saying that a few too many times, I'm really starting to wonder about you Nancy.

I was humiliated thinking that Pam thought I was checking out the dildos and asking Jessica's for her advice.

"So did you finish ordering Nancy?"

"Give me a couple more minutes. I just want to check off one more thing." 

I flipped back a few more pages and checked off a nice satin red robe.

As I handed Pam my order form I quickly pulled it back and checked off some of the perfume.

"I almost forgot." I smiled, handing it back to her.

"Ok girls. That's it for today and thank-you for coming. Your orders will be sent to you within forty-eight hours and I hope you all like our products. I have some samples to give you before you leave. My card is in the bag so you can contact me if you have any questions." Vicky said as she placed small delicate pink bags on the table.

"I guess that's it Nancy. This was fun wasn't it?"

We both stood up at the same time.

"You know Pam. it was kind of fun. I didn't think it would be.

Pam handed Vicky my order and we each took a bag off the table. 

"Thank–you for coming." Vicky smiled. And Nancy, just for helping out, I'm giving you the make-up I used on you today.

I felt so happy getting the make-up that I excitedly squealed in delight.

I embarrassly wondered why I should have even cared.

We both said our" thank-you's" and walked out into the hallway, towards the elevator.

"I'm going to walk you back to your room Nancy then I'll have to go. Your new things are in the drawer of the bedroom. I think it would be nice if you have them on before Buzz gets back."

The elevator doors opened and we stepped in.

"When you leave the hotel tomorrow just wear what you are now. I'll meet up with you at the doctors office but I'm not sure when. Her name is Dr.Wendy Yates. She's an old friend of mine and she knows all about you."

The doors opened and we walked to my room, then stopping outside my door.

"I'll phone later to confirm when your appointment is."

"Thank-you Mrs. Markus. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then" 

She unlocked the door and I walked in.

"OK, bye Nancy."

"Bye Pam"

I turned and watched her walk back to the elevators, then slowly shutting the door.

"Now what?" I said to myself feeling so alone for the first time." I wonder what time Buzz is getting back."

I slowly bent down and slipped my heels off. My feet were sore as I walked towards the bathroom, pulling my blouse from my skirt and unbuttoning it.

My mind started racing on all the happenings in the past twenty-four hours or so. I turned on the light and instantly was stunned at my reflection in the mirror. It was the first time I've seen myself since Vicky did my make-up.

The first thing that stood out were my eyes. The way Vicky had traced black eyeliner over and under my lashes. Peach eye shadow lightly brushed over my lid touching my delicately thin brows. The small amount of blush raised my cheeks nicely and my lips were full and luscious. I was beautiful. Just like the girls said I was. 

A strange guilt feeling came over me for liking the way I looked... I wanted to stay this way for ever. Maybe this is what had been missing from my life. This was the first time I ever felt complete as a person even if it was as a girl.

I finished undressing, and hung my clothes up neatly behind the door. Bending my head to one side I unclipped my earrings and then took off my pearl necklace. I wiggled and pulled the engagement ring off, setting it down on the sink. 

Facing the mirror, I tucked myself between my legs, and then squeezed my hands tightly against my sides. I was trying to imagine what it would be like to have natural waist and hips of a girl. I moved from side to side, looking at myself. My hands slid to my chest, pulling what little fat I had to give me breasts. I'm not sure what came over me, but I just felt I found my true self.

"I have to do something with my hair" I said picking and moving strands around." I wish it was longer and fuller, something that I could curl nicely. I'm defiantly am going to grow it out."

I felt I had some time and decided to completely shave again... I picked up the shaving cream and spread it all over my legs. I didn't really need to shave again but I just wanted me make sure there wasn't a strand of hair left on my body. I just wanted a fresh start, from the beginning, for myself this time, not for anyone else. 

I lifted one leg up on the toilet seat and ran the razor slowly up and then down, watching carefully, so not to miss a single spot. Bending slightly over, I ran the razor over the cheeks of my ass, then spreading them open with my one hand and sliding the razor between them. I lifted my other leg and did the same.

Squirting more lather in my hand, I smeared it over my cock and balls, then spreading it up to my stomach and chest. I was making sure to I shaved everything.

Finishing, I stepped into the shower and rinsed off being careful not to get my make-up ruined by the water. I used the soap Mrs. Markus left, which was made with goat's milk that left your skin feel silky smooth...

Wrapping myself up in a nice fluffy towel, I dried myself completely and looked back into the mirror feeling so happy with myself. Just then my stomach growled. I realized that I hadn't eaten anything all day. 

"I hope Buzz brings something back to eat. I wonder where he is. It doesn't take that long to play golf." 

Walking out into the bedroom, I opened the drawer to assortment of dainty looking boxes. 

The biggest box had the white satin corset that Mrs. Markus said she bought me. It made my skin tingle by its smoothness as I held it against me. . I was surprised to see how heavy and rigid it was with the concealed thin metal supports hidden in lacy embroider...

Opening it up, I slipped it around me and started to tie the lace in front. I sucked my breath in as much as I could, tightening the lace. I was pleased as it created hips and pushed a small amount of fat into the cups. I nearly fainted as a small cleavage formed. 

I ran my hands up and down the new curves of my body I felt so feminine. Picking up the silk g-string, I put it on and slightly blushed when the string slip nicely between my cheeks.

My heart was fluttering as I glanced over at the bedroom mirror. Turning around slightly I could see how nice my ass looked trimmed by the corset and the garters. I stuck my ass out, poseing like an adult magazine girl.

Giggling, I reached into the drawer, picking up and opening the last box. There was a small note from Mr. Markus lying on top of the silk white nylons.

Nancy, I bought you something special, it's in the closet when you finish Dressing.

 Love Pam

I took the stockings in my hand and walked over to the closet and opened it up. Hanging was a beautiful long white sheer robe. A pair of matching high heel open-toe slippers lay daintily on the floor... Reaching up, I quickly took it off the hanger. I just had to try it on.

Slipping my arms through the oversized sleeves, and then holding it with one hand together, I walked over to the full length mirror. My whole outfit was gorgeous and sexy. I could have easily been one of the models in the booklet.

I glanced at the clock. It was a little past six now.

"Where the hell is Buzz? He should have been here by now."

I huffed quietly as I went to the bathroom to get some nail polish. There was some pearl white gloss sitting along with a few other colors. The white would look perfect with my outfit and jewelry.

I sat on the toilet seat and carefully coated my nails. It easily covered the red polish from the night before but thought next time I would remove it first. Even still, they were looking lovely. 

After letting my nails dry for a minute or so I walked back into the bedroom and took the nylons in my hand and sat on the edge of the bed.

I smirked as I rolled the stocking in a doughnut and stabbed my toe into the end, thinking of Mrs. Markus watching me earlier. I rolled the other stocking on and stood up, fastening the garters to the tops...

I had problems fastening the back garters wearing the corset. It held me so tightly that holding my breath was the only way clipped them on. 

Maybe I tied the lace to tight, but I love the way it created hips on me. I wished I could have even pulled it even tighter.

As I stood standing, I wiggled my foot into the slippers and gingerly walked around the bedroom, trying to get use to the five inch heels. I stopped in front of the mirror to take one final look at myself. 

The resemblance of my mother and sisters was uncanning. It made me think that this really was right for me. It had to be, just look at me.

My eyes traveled slowly down my body. I adjusted my outfit as I seen fit. My eyes slowly drifted to my feet. I gasped noticing my toes nails could be seen through my stockings and I hadn't painted them. 

Kicking off my slippers, I struggle again with my back garters and then sat back on the bed rolling my stockings off. I was so mad at myself for forgetting such an important detail. I really should be ashamed of myself.

My heart was beating fast as I would hold my breath and lean over, swiping some nail polish on my toes. The corset was digging in my sides and hurting me. I was getting frustrated and having hot flashes being so confined.

My head perked up as I heard the door of our room open.

"Nancy?"

My face went flushed.

"Don't come in here!" I panicky yelled. 

I was blowing at my toes trying to make them dry faster. I can't believe I wasn't ready. I had all the time in the world. Why the hell wasn't I ready to meet Buzz at the door? This was going to ruin my surprise.

"I'll be out on a minute Buzz!"

"Everything alright Nancy? You need any help?"

"Yes dam it, I mean no! Just give me a second. I'll be right out I said!"

I carefully rushed my stockings back on and quickly fastened them. I was completely frazzled in my mind as I looked up and down my outfit making sure everything was in place. I was pleased now that my toenails were painted. I rushed to the bathroom the best I could in my heels and put my necklace and earrings on. To complete my look, I showered myself with perfume...

I was a bundle of nerves as I slipped on my robe and opened the bedroom door, walking out to the living area.

Buzz was slowly stirring a drink at the bar as he looked over at me. My feet felt like cement as I walk towards him. My silken legs swishing quietly as I nervously looked at him.

He sat his glass down, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

"So what do you think?" I asked shyly.

"Well, well, well, let's take a look at you. Turn around for me."

His eyes ate me up. I slowly turned around, knowing he was going to get a glimpse of my ass through the sheer robe. I was hoping that I measured up and that he liked what he saw.

That guilt feeling came over me again for wanting Buzz to be turned on with me but I just loved the attention.

"I don't know what to say Nancy. I never thought you ever could look like this."

"Tell me I'm beautiful Buzz." I softly pouted, walking towards him

"Well of course you are Nancy."

"I don't want you to agree with me Buzz; I want you to tell me with your own words. I want to hear it from you.

I stepped in close to him.

Buzz slipped off of his stool and stood facing me, his hands holding me by my waist, looking down into my eyes.

"Please say it Buzz. Tell me." I said seductively.

I felt his hands grip my waist tighter. I felt so small as he held me.

"You are absolutely beautiful Nancy. I never dreamed that you could have been so gorgeous."

I tipped up on my toes and kissed him softly but firmly on his lips. His hands secretly slid to the tops of my ass cheeks, cupping them firmly.

I felt so powerful. I knew what he wanted. Maybe I will, maybe I won't I thought to myself.

Dam, I got to have some of that." He hoarsely whispered

I settled back to my heels blushing innocently and placed my hands on his forearms, moving them away, his hands leaving my ass.

"So how was your day Buzz?" I said moving away from him and pretended to look at things around the room.

His eyes following my every movement.

"Um, it was good, I mean, it was fun. I had a great time."

He was so cute the way he stammered through his words, not really paying any mind to what I asked him. Buzz was so turned on by me and I love it. I was such a natural flirt at this.

I walked to the window of the room, I could see across the city plus Buzz's refection in the glass. I watched as he adjusted his cock, and then took another drink before slowly moving his way to me.

My stomach was secretly fluttering as I watched him get close behind and wrap his big arms around me, Rocking me slowly, his face nuzzling my neck, then giving me a couple of light kisses.




The Party Ch. 02



"So babe,,, how was your day?" he whispered as he pressed against me.

I did an about turn, making sure I rubbed my silken ass against his cock and then broke away from him and walk towards the bar. 

"What's wrong Nancy?" He asked wondering.

"Nothing, hang on, I have something to show you." 

I shuffled around the bar looking for the little bag that Vicky gave the girls for their orders. 

I found the bag and held it up to him as I walked back into the living room, loving the way his eyes devoured me.

"Look what I got from the ladies get- together today." I said sitting down on the couch. 

Buzz walked over and sat down with a silent frustrated moan.

"Oh boy, what do you have in there?" Buzz said not being really interested. 

He only had one thing on his mind and it was killing him with me acting so unaware.

His thigh touched mine as he slipped his arm around my shoulder.

As I opened the bag, I was thinking it would have been full of samples of make-up and perfume but I was quite shocked as I pulled out a strip of condoms.

Buzz laughed as he snatched the condoms from my hand.

"What kind of ladies get- together was it? Oh look Nancy, they're flavored." He laughed playfully, softly rubbing my shoulder "What else do you have in there?"

I shook out the rest of the stuff on the coffee table. There were massage oils, French tickler condoms and creams for about anything. 

"There you go Nancy, it says it's made specially for ass fucking." He held up a tiny tube in his hand.

I looked at Buzz, blushing and giving him the "Not a nice thing to say" look.

Buzz gave his special smile of his and gently pulled me to the back of the couch and shifted himself slightly over me. His hand on my shoulder now crept to my neck, caressing me with his fingers as his other hand cupped my chin, tilting it up. He slowly came in with a kiss. I submissively laid there under his power.

His eyes never let go of mine as he peck my lips lovingly. I softly returned his kisses as his tongue skillfully slipped through my lips, tangling with mine.

"God, your one hot little bitch." He murmured.

His hand roamed all over me, caressing and squeezing. I shut my eyes as his hands untied the robe and opened it up.

He gave me another tender kiss and trailed his tongue to the nape of my neck, lifting my necklace in his mouth and gently tugging. He shifted his body a little more, with both of his hands in unison sliding down to my stomach. He was so gentle as he pulled me forward, my head sliding down the back of the couch.

His hands were on my thighs, rubbing them softly. I shivered from his touch. His fingers crept up towards my g-string. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. 

"Buzz, I'm still sore down there."

"Don't worry babe, I'll make it feel nice for you."

"No Buzz, I mean it. It's really sore."

"Trust me Nancy." 

Buzz kneeled up and basically ripped his shirt off and took hold of the little tube. I watched as his muscles rippled when he squirted a small amount of cream on his finger.

"Spread your legs for me a bit Nancy."

I was a little hesitant to open my legs for Buzz. It was just too rushed. I mean, he just got here and already he's asking me to spread my legs.

"Come on babe, I'm going to make you feel really good. You're just going to beg to have my fat cock inside you."

Just like the night before, I could see Buzz getting worked up, his eyes were slightly glazed. I slowly opened my legs for him, my heels high in the air.

Buzz's finger expertly moved my g-string to one side. 

"Lift your ass up a little and spread your cheeks apart for me Nancy"

I felt a twinge of humility as I lifted my legs up and pull my cheeks apart. Flashes of me looking so beautiful in the mirror and people telling me how pretty I was and how I'm now holding my cheeks open like some dirty slut. 

Buzz's finger barley touched my hole as I felt the cool cream touch my skin. I was embarrassed as my cock started to get hard. 

Buzz sat back and squirted some more on his finger and kneeled back in. He used a small circler motion on my hole and then pressed his finger in me. I sucked in a moan as he kept his finger moving circularly and pushing it in deeper at the same time.

"That's my girl. You like that don't you?"

He wasn't talking to me. He was talking to himself in his own weird way. He slowly pushed and pulled his finger in and out of me. I could feel how slick I was getting from all the cream.

Buzz looked up at me as he squirted the last of the tube on his finger. 

I wanted to say something, maybe an excuse to make him stop but it just felt too nice. 

"Smile Nancy, I know you love it"

With that he slipped his finger easily back into me, working it back and forth. I moaned and gasp as he pushes a second finger in me. Jerking it faster and faster in and out of me. Then he stopped and hooked his fingers upright inside me. 

I groaned a low animal sound as my body quivered. I never felt anything like that before.

He laughed quietly.

He did it again, hooking the inside of me and rubbing. My legs flattened out to my side then I brought them up and then flapped them down again. He had complete control of me at the moment. The way his fingers felt inside me was something I wanted more of.

"Oh Nancy, look at you flapping your legs. Your just dieing for a big fuck aren't you? I told you that you would be begging for it. And look, your little clitty is so hard."

I was so embarrassed the way Buzz was looking at me with the expression of "gotcha" 

It felt so good that I wiggled shamefully against his fingers, urging for more. He pushed his fingers into me harder. My cock was drooling all over itself.

Buzz leaned over and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking in short quick motions. My whole body trembled as I felt his tongue tight against my shaft. I was out of my mind as I squirmed beneath him.

My hips were grinding under him as he lifted his head up. I seen him smile at me as he took hold of my g-string and started to stroke my cock with it. His other fingers kept pushing in and out of my ass, hooking them up. My hips lifted as I started to cum. Buzz covered the head of my cock with the g-string as I filled it with my cum.

"That's my girl, just let yourself go" He said as he kept stroking and moving his finger inside me slowly. 

I slumped down into the couch savoring the feeling...

Buzz was still looking at me as I tried catching my breath. I blushed under his gaze. 

He pressed his fingers one last time deep inside me and twisted them as he pulled them out. I watched out of my exhausted eyes as he stripped his pants off and sat down next to me on the couch. His cock was stretching his briefs out.

"So do you think you can return the favor Nancy?" He said as he reached over and took my hand and placed it on his cock.

My hand looked so small and feminine on his bulge as I lightly squeeze his cock. 

"But Buzz, I don't think I could handle having your cock in me tonight. That was really nice what you did for me but your cock will hurt too much.

"Come on Nancy, you can't leave me like this. Suck me off then."

"I'm not going to do that. I never did anything like that before Buzz". I perked up a bit.

I felt disgusted with just the thought of sucking a cock. Remembering who I really was crept slowly back into my mind. 

"I know that Nancy, but I sucked you, right? I have never done that before either. There's always a first time for everything. So now why don't you to take my dick out of my underwear and start sucking my fat fucking cock."

God I hated how he talked to me like that. It felt so dirty and cheap. It was all coming to me again why Buzz never could keep a relationship for very long with a mouth like that... 

Buzz wiggled his cock by pulsing it with my hand still on it.

"Come on Nancy, your going to have to suck Harry, so you might as learn how to suck this big one."

He pulsed it again, taunting me.

I sighed in defeat and sat up.

"At least you can take your underwear off for me Buzz." I said letting go of his cock and standing up. 

I was trying to be tough in my own little way, but considering the way I was dressed and was asked to do, I felt submissively weak. 

"I'll take off my briefs if you take off your robe really slow and sexy like." He said lifting his hips up off the couch and sliding his briefs all the way off.

Buzz sat back into the couch with his legs splayed wide apart. It was so embarrassing to see the way he was sitting and looking at me. His hand went to his cock.

"Nice and slow Nancy, nice and slow,"

God, the way he was leering at me and stroking himself.

Blushing and moving my hips to imaginary music. I shrugged the top of my robe off of my shoulders. I moved slowly, letting the robe slip down my back.

"Show me some ass girl"

I turned around and let the robe fall over my butt, Covering my cheeks teasingly and moving the robe back and forth.

"You sexy little bitch." He groaned stroking his cock faster and harder.

The robe finally fell to the ground. I kept my back to him and moved my hips back and forth, giving him a long look at my ass framed by the corset and stockings. I knew it looked hot and bent slightly forward, straightening my legs and rotating my hips.

"Back that sexy ass to me." He growled.

I shuffled my feet backwards to Buzz, as I looked over my shoulder.

As my heels touched the couch, Buzz stopped stroking and put his hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them in his strong hands. He then let go and slapped at my ass a few times. I yelped surprisingly as he leaned up and smothered his face between my cheeks. 

I started to fall forward but Buzz slipped his hand between my legs cupping my cock, holding me up. His tongue lapped and poked roughly at my ass. He slipped a finger inside my panel and swished my cum around my little clitty. It felt wonderfully dirty.

I was constantly moaning from what he was doing to me. 

Buzz pulled his head and hand away, and then leaned back against the couch.

"God, how I would love to fuck that thing right now. You know Nancy; I can make you cum even better with my cock then with my fingers. Did you know that?"

I straighten up and turned facing him, my face flushed. He was palming the head of his cock. 

"Can I try it again Buzz?" I said sheepishly. 

I couldn't believe I just ask him if I could have his cock in me but I just wanted more. The sensation he gave my ass tonight was something I never felt before. If he told me his cock would be better, then that's just what I wanted. 

"What do you want to try again Nancy?" Buzz said smiling his devilish smile.

I was rocking my hips side to side in anticipation, looking down at him with his cock in his hand.

"Will it really be better Buzz? It wasn't very good for me last night.

"That was all you bitch. I told you to just relax and you didn't." He scolded me

He was right. Maybe I was too uptight last night; after all I never had been with a man before let alone having a cock in my ass. The whole afternoon and night being masquerading as a woman and in front of his colleagues was just too overwhelming for me. That's why I couldn't relax, he was probably right, it was my fault. 

"Ok, I'll tell you what, you suck my cock for a while, and then I'll fuck you, that sound ok for you Nancy?"

What could I say? I wanted to feel him inside me again.

Buzz snorted as I slipped to my knees. He wiggled his cock at the base, flipping it back and forth against his tight stomach. It was intimidating the way he looked down at me as I gather myself between his legs.

His hands dropped to his sides as I knelt up. His cock stood straight up as I placed my hands on his thighs. 

"Your going to love sucking cock just as much as fucking cock Nancy, you little slut." His voice was raspy.

I just ignored his demeaning remarks and stared at his cock. As I leaned my head down, shutting my eyes. I opened my mouth.

The phone rang...

"Shit" Buzz said as he roughly pushed me away and stood up to answer the phone. I fell back on the floor, landing on my butt. How could a phone call be that important? I was hurt and humiliated the way he push me aside.

"Hello?" Buzz said as he picked up the phone on the end table.

No, everything is fine. Nancy and I were just sitting here talking. Yes, she's right here." Buzz sounded so differently when he talked to his mother. He was a good man that way, very respectful.

"Mom wants to talk with you Nancy."

I stood up from the floor and walked over to where Buzz was standing. He handed me the phone and as I went to take it he quickly pulled it away from me then handed it back to me again He gave me a little wink as I held the phone to my ear.

"Hello Pam."

Buzz started to run his hands over me again as I tried to concentrated what Pam was asking. I covered the phone with my hand and mouthed the word "stop it" but he just kept touching me.

"What did he think Nancy? " Pam whispered for no reason on her end of the phone.

I was blushing from her question. If she only knew that Buzz was groping me as I stood talking with her.

It was good." I spoke quietly.

"He's standing right near you isn't he Nancy"

"Yes Pam" I answered as Buzz rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass...

I felt the wetness from his cock being smeared against my cheeks as I twisted and turned away from him.

"Hang on for a second Pam."

I covered the phone with my hand again.

"Buzz will you stop it for god sakes. This is important and you're not making it any easier." I angrily whispered.

Buzz had a hurt look to his face as I took my hand off the phone.

"Sorry Pam." I said as he walked to the bedroom and then shutting the door.

"Shit, now's he's mad" I thought. "But how would he like it if I did the same to him while he was on the phone."

"Nancy, I just talked with Wendy and she told me she could see you first thing in the morning."

"Um Wendy?" I asked.

She had a few cancellations and said she can see you first thing."

"Oh, ok," I forgotten all about the doctor.

"So don't forget to shower and keep your make-up light. By the way I don't want you to wear the engagement ring. It would be better that she didn't know about that. She's going to ask you a bunch of questions and I want you to answer them as if you wanted this to happen all your life. "

"Yes Pam. I understand"

She kept talking for another half hour about nothing. I guess she was lonely and wanted to talk. I hadn't heard from Buzz since he walked into the bedroom. I was worried he was really pissed at me.

"So anyways Nancy, I'll let you go and I'll try to meet you at the doctors office in the morning. If I'm not there just go in. She's expecting you. Ok?"

"Yes Pam, thanks."

"Ok bye and don't forget, don't "give it up" so easily. Make him wait for it."

She hung up before I could say good-bye. I placed the phone back on the end table.

I was embarrassed that Buzz had already seduced me before she called. Maybe she was right and I shouldn't be having sex with Buzz. I did feel it was moving too fast when he first started to touch me on the couch. But it felt good being touched and desired by him. I enjoyed that feeling.

Walking over I picked up my robe, slipped it on and walked towards the bedroom. In my mind I was thinking of what to say to Buzz, wondering if he was still angry at me. It wasn't really my fault. Pam and I had to talk about the doctor thing, making sure the plan was going to work. But he probably wouldn't understand that. 

"Buzz?" I said as I opened the door slightly." Buzz?"

Opening the door all the way, I saw that Buzz was fast asleep and sprawled out on the bed. A small face cloth covered his cock.

"Oh well" I thought, feeling a little let down. "Just like last night, him falling asleep when I wanted to be with him. I guess he was tired from golfing all day. I know how that feels being out in the sun and walking the fare ways."

Buzz looked peaceful as he lay sleeping. His hair slightly muss up with small beautiful waves hanging over his eyes. The way he had his arms over his head showed of his muscled chest and tight stomach. I shook my head to break my trance of looking and walked to the edge of the bed. I slowly lifted up the face cloth. 

His cock laid limp and the face cloth was full of cum. Buzz must of jerked himself off while I was on the phone. I felt a tinge of a jealously. He should have waited for me and not use his hand. 

I walked to the bathroom with the face towel. As I opened it up to rinse out his cum, I got a shameful desire to touch it. A warm rush came over me as I touched the cum with my finger tip. It was whiter and thicker then mine. I glance up to the mirror, slowly raising my finger tip to my mouth.

It wasn't me in the reflection as I slipped my finger in my mouth. I waited for something to happen. I didn't move as the taste slowly appeared. My eyes locked onto mine. It wasn't that bad. I thought for sure it was going to taste revolting but it didn't.

I dipped my finger back in his cum and pulled out a fingertip full and quickly slipped it in my mouth. My tongue rolled around, cleaning the cum off. It was actually good. I picked up the washcloth and licked up the remaining cum. 

"What was I doing?" I dropped the cloth in the sink and spat out what was in my mouth." What the hell was I thinking?"

I wet another cloth and went back to Buzz. I couldn't believe what I just did as I started to wiped the cum away from his cock. I was careful not too wake him, picking his cockhead up with my fingertips and wiping down the shaft. I wasn't even sure why I was cleaning him but I didn't want him to leaking against me. He shifted slightly and I didn't move and waited till I was sure he was asleep again before finishing up. 

"Thanks Nancy" He whispered with his eyes shut.

I was startle and just smiled. He wasn't mad at me. That felt good inside knowing he wasn't. I walked over and shut the light off and slipped my robe and slippers off.

As I slid next to him, I placed my head and hand on his chest. Buzz was fast asleep again. I could see his cock lying in the light from the moon. My hand slid down and softly covered his balls.

My mind went over the events of the day as I nestled in tighter to Buzz, falling asleep.

Comments appreciated



The Party Ch. 02



Note: This story is the second episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the first episode of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.

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I was suddenly very ashamed. I bit my lower lip and said, "I'm sorry Janet."

My wife looked at me and laughed. "You're sorry?" She picked up my hand and held it. "Honey, you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who needs to be apologizing. You might have a secret fantasy world, but I'm the one who's been cheating."

Janet stared into my eyes. "Robbie I'm sorry. I hope that you can forgive me. I love you so much, and I don't want to lose you."

I looked at my wife. "I love you to Janet."

I really did. Janet was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never could figure out why she was attracted to me. I'm a skinny little wimp with slightly effeminate mannerisms. I've known that I was lousy in bed since I was a freshman in college.

Janet and I met standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. I was totally amazed when this gorgeous woman started talking to me. I don't know why, but I was very relaxed with her. We both started cracking jokes. We had a wonderfully funny conversation about the food in our shopping baskets.

Janet was ahead of me in line. When she was done checking out, she actually waited for me while I checked out. As soon as I had my groceries she asked if she could buy me a cup of coffee.

The next thing I knew, we were dating.

I looked at my wife. "I don't want to lose you either."

She smiled at me. "Really?" She paused. "Even after you saw me with Brad?" Her voice got quiet. "Even though you know about all the different men?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

Janet and I stared at each other for a long time.

Finally she spoke. "I won't stop seeing other men. I don't think I can. I won't lie to you about it anymore, but I am going to continue dating."

I looked at the floor. I had to think. Here it was, this was the heart of the issue. If I wanted to stay with Janet I had to agree to become a cuckold.

I laughed to myself as I realized that no that wasn't actually the issue. I was already a cuckold. I had to agree to accept my status as a cuckold.

Janet recognized my indecision. "Robbie I think you want this just as much as I do."

I looked at my wife.

"This evening when you found Brad and me in that bedroom, you didn't do anything, you didn't say anything. You just watched. Admit it Robbie, you were excited by what you saw weren't you?"

I knew she was right, but it's a very difficult thing to decide to do something that's contrary to everything your culture considers normal. In our society men don't let their women sleep with other men.

I bit my lower lip and stared at Janet.

My wife pressed her argument. "Think of all the fun we can have. When I come home from a date I promise to describe every detail to you.

Janet stood up, pulled the top of her dress down and exposed her large breasts. "Robbie, look at my breasts. Men love these breasts. Brad loved playing with them tonight. He's a rough lover. He likes to pinch and pull on my nipples."

I took a deep breath. My wife was getting me very excited.

Janet recognized what was happening and smiled. She quickly pulled her dress off. She wasn't wearing her panties. I assumed they were lying on the bedroom floor at Pete Damon's house.

I looked at my wife. She was gorgeous.

Janet stared into my eyes. "Robbie think about what you saw when you opened the bedroom door tonight. I know that you fantasize about this; but that wasn't a fantasy, that really happened. You really did see Brad Thomas fucking me."

Janet leaned over, opened my shirt and slipped it off of my shoulders. 

"Robbie, take your pants off. I want you to be naked now."

I quickly stood and pulled my trousers, underwear and socks off. I tossed everything onto the chair next to the couch and sat down again.

We both looked at my crotch. My tiny penis was sticking straight up.

"Robbie admit it, you got excited when you saw me with Brad. Don't be shy baby. I love you. I care about you. You can trust me with your deepest most guarded secrets. I promise I'll never hurt you."

Janet whispered into my ear. "Together we can make your fantasies become real."

I bit my lip. I wanted to scream out "Yes!" I wanted to tell Janet the truth. I wanted to admit that nothing excited me more than the thought of seeing her with another man, but I couldn't do it. Janet was right when she called it a deep and guarded secret. It was. This fantasy was so secret that I could barely even admit to myself that it existed.

Janet could read my fear. "It's okay Robbie, we'll go slowly." She leaned forward. "You did get excited when you saw me with Brad, didn't you?" Don't say anything baby, just nod your head."

I looked up at Janet. She was staring into my eyes. I took a deep breath and slowly moved my head up and down.

Janet patted my cheek. "That's very good Robbie."

My wife's voice got quiet. "Brad has a big cock. It's much bigger than yours. You saw that didn't you?"

Again I nodded.

Janet leaned forward, grabbed my chin and held my face up so that she could look directly into my eyes. "Robbie I want you to do something for me. I want you to do me a favor. It's just a little favor. Will you do that? Will you do a little favor for me?" 

I whispered the word, "Yes".

"I want you to hold your penis. Just hold it for me baby, that's all I want you to do. Will you do that for me?'

My voice quavered with excitement as I answered Janet. "Yes, I'll do that." 

I put my hand on my tiny cock. Just touching it felt good.

Janet nodded. "Thank you Robbie, now I want another favor. I want you to kneel at my feet."

I stared at Janet. 

"I'm going to become very dominant for a little while. You'd like that wouldn't you Robbie?"

A thrill rocketed through me. "Yes, I would like that very much." My voice was barely audible.

Janet smiled. "Then do as your told and get down on your knees." She spoke in a tone of voice that made it sound like she was talking to a small child.

I obediently slipped off the couch. My wife nodded with approval when she saw me submissively kneeling at her feet. "That was very good Robbie. It pleases me that you're being so well behaved. I would hate to have to punish you tonight."

I looked up. Janet read the expression of shock on my face. "Yes Robbie, you heard me correctly. If you don't obey me, I'm going to spank you. You understand that don't you?" Janet was staring into my eyes.

I was very excited. I took a deep breath and answered. "Yes Mistress Janet I understand, I..." 

Suddenly I stopped. I looked up at Janet in horror. I hadn't intended to say Mistress Janet, it just slipped out accidentally. 

Janet noticed my concern. "That's okay Robbie, I like the title." She paused, "In fact I think that from now on whenever we're at home you should address me that way."

I politely bowed my head. "Yes Mistress Janet."

Janet extended her foot. "Robbie, would you like to kiss your Mistress's foot? It's meant as a reward for being obedient."

Janet must have seen some of the web sites dealing with foot fetishes. She knew this would excite me.

The moment I called Janet, Mistress Janet and she didn't get upset, my whole attitude changed. It was almost as if I'd crossed over a line and accepted a new life.

I started to relax. I smiled at Janet, picked up her foot and reverently kissed it. As I kissed it I looked up at her and said, "Thank you Mistress."

Janet smiled at me. She sensed the change in my attitude. She immediately started to push me.

"Robbie I want you to take your hand off your penis."

I did as I was instructed.

"Very good." Janet's tone of voice became very serious. "Robbie I want you to think very carefully before you answer my next question."

I looked up at Janet. 

My wife stared at me. "Do you want me to become your dominant mistress? Robbie think carefully before you answer. If you say yes, it means that we will no longer be equals. You will be my slave. I will demand total obedience from you."

I fully understood why Janet told me to take my hand off of my penis. She was being serious. She wanted to know that my answer was coming from my heart rather than my gonads.

I looked up at her. "Do you want to be my dominant mistress?"

Janet nodded. "Yes, very much."

I closed my eyes. I had to think. I knew that I also wanted this, but surrendering your will and your freedom to another person is not something that's done lightly.

Janet watched me. She wasn't trying to hurry my decision. We both understood the gravity of her question.

I don't know how long I thought about Janet's question. It was probably less than a minute, but it seemed like hours. Finally it came down to three facts. I loved Janet, I trusted Janet and I longed to be her slave.

I looked up at her and smiled. "Mistress, I ask you to please accept me as your slave. I promise to faithfully serve you for the rest of my life."

Janet grinned at me. "Robbie honey, nothing would make me happier."

Janet turned and kneeled on the couch. She was presenting her ass to me. "Slave I want a demonstration of your devotion. I want you to kiss and lick my asshole."

Janet's command made me shiver with excitement. I'd licked her asshole before, but just one time.

It was last New Years Eve. We'd been at a party at Al and Sarah Bennett's house. The liquor flowed freely and both Janet and I were feeling very uninhibited by the time the party ended.

Janet was acting unusually frisky when we left the Bennett's house and relentlessly pawed me as I drove her car home.

As soon as we got to our house we ran into our bedroom and tore our clothes off. Once we were both naked Janet pushed me down on the bed and we started wrestling. Much to my embarrassment, my wife quickly pinned me.

Janet climbed on top of me as I lay helplessly on my back. She kept my shoulders pinned against the mattress while she pushed her knees into my stomach. I'll never forget the look in her eyes when she said, "Say uncle little boy."

Her knees were forcing the air out of my diaphragm. I was having trouble breathing. I just barely managed to croak out the word, "Uncle".

Janet giggled and turned around so that she was facing my feet. I remember her saying, "I won, now I get to make you do anything I want and I want you to do this." 

Janet sat down on my face and pressed her cunt against my lips. She squealed with delight when she felt me push my tongue into her very moist pussy. My wife was very excited and my tongue was getting her even more excited. She started rocking back and forth on my face. I quickly realized that she was fucking my mouth.

We feel into a savage rhythm. Soon Janet was rocking her entire body back and forth while she mashed her cunt into my face. I was just as excited as she was. I tried to make my tongue reach every part of her pussy.

Suddenly my wife rocked back so that her asshole was directly over my face. Without thinking, I pushed my tongue into that forbidden orifice.

Janet immediately stopped moving. I started to get nervous. I was about to pull my tongue out of her ass when she sighed and leaned farther back so that I could push my tongue even deeper into her.

I relaxed and started licking Janet's ass with unbridled passion. Janet responded by pressing her ass against my face. I was having some trouble breathing, but I didn't care. Nothing was going to stop me from licking my beautiful goddess's ass.

As I licked her, I realized that Janet was rubbing her clit. Her excitement grew rapidly and it wasn't long before my wife had the most violent orgasm I'd ever witnessed.

As soon as Janet recovered from her orgasm she slipped down to my crotch and gave me the sweetest blow job I've ever experienced. Once she was done we cuddled up together and fell asleep. 

The next day we both acted as if it never happened. I was always too shy to bring it up but I never understood why Janet didn't want to do it again. Maybe she felt that it was something she would never do for me, so she didn't feel right about asking me to do it for her.

I guess that theory makes sense because as soon as we established Janet's supremacy in our relationship, the demand came immediately.

Janet turned. I positioned myself between her legs and very carefully spread the cheeks of her beautiful ass. I was so excited that I was shivering. I closed my eyes and slowly lowered my face to Janet's luscious bottom. She cooed when she felt my lips make contact with her asshole. 

A tingle of excitement rippled through me as I pushed my tongue into my goddesses dark tunnel. I was submitting to the will of my dominant Mistress. I was abasing myself for her pleasure. I was proving myself to her. 

Janet sighed as I kissed and licked her ass. "Robbie this feels so good, it makes me feel so powerful. I want you to do this for me every day for the rest of our lives."

I beamed with pride. My Mistress was pleased. That was all that mattered to me.

I wrapped my arms around Janet's thighs and buried my face in her ass. We were like two lovers locked in a passionate hug, only this wasn't the traditional embrace of a man and a woman this was the embrace of Mistress and slave. 

As I hugged my Mistress I realized that the traditional embrace was now going to be reserved for her stud lovers.



The Party Ch. 02



Author's Note: This story continues from where The Party, Ch. 1 left off. There is a lot of descriptive sex which hopefully is enjoyable to read, but to understand the context and some of the character dynamics, you need to read ch. 1 first. 

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They reached the house without further delay. Andrea saw Natalie sitting next to Carolina, talking. No one else was there.

"They are alive!" she joked when she saw Alessandro and Andrea make their way up the steps. "We were starting to wonder!" she added.

They exchanged greetings and made small talk. Natalie searched Andrea's face and Andrea knew she could read what happened. Even if not, her disheveled dress and hair gave her away. Natalie smiled.

Alessandro handed Andrea a drink and began a conversation with Carolina about her visit to Los Angeles. He was himself, the same man she had been with all night, but Andrea felt she had changed forever. How can he have a normal conversation after that experience, she wondered. But soon she too joined in the conversation. Carolina spoke in a heavy accent and at times reverted to Spanish, so that Andrea and Natalie were left looking at each other, amused by watching Alessandro and Carolina interact. There was a clear resemblance between them and they had the kind of familiarity with each other that comes with a close relationship, despite the fact that they had not seen each other in over a year.

Finally, Carolina said "I need sleep, it's getting light out."

Andrea was shocked to realize she was right. Her watch said 5:15 but her mind was wide awake and her body had started to ache for Alessandro's touch.

"Let me walk you out," Alessandro said.

Andrea and Natalie were left alone. 

"Well?" Natalie asked eagerly.

"We had sex on the beach," Andrea answered, grinning.

"I figured as much," Natalie replied. "And?"

"And, it was pretty fucking intense!" Andrea continued.

Natalie nodded appreciatively.

"I am telling you," Andrea started, "nothing I imagined compared to this. I am completely lost..."

"Oh man," Natalie replied, "this is what I was afraid of."

"Whatever, I just fucked Alessandro Suarez, and I am fucking crazy about him!"

Just then Alessandro walked out and smiled. Andrea wondered if he overheard her.

"Crazy, huh?" he said laughing. Fuck, Andrea thought.

"Can I use your bathroom please?" Andrea asked. She needed to clean up and have a few moments alone.

"Sure, let me show you," Alessandro replied, still smiling.

He led the way through the living room and down a dimly lit hallway, then pointed at a door. Just as she was getting ready to go in, he spoke.

"Hey," he said to her gently.

Andrea turned and looked at him.

"Stay with me tonight," he continued, his voice soft like velvet.

She was caught off guard. Of course she wanted to stay, and her entire body came alive at this invitation, but is it wise she wondered? Natalie had a point. Sensing her hesitation, Alessandro leaned in and started kissing Andrea. She leaned against the wall and he pushed his body against hers, this hot and masculine body that she so wanted more of. His tongue explored her mouth without hurry, his hands resting against the wall above her head. Andrea felt herself surrendering to his passion. When he pulled away and looked at her, she knew she would risk anything for more time with him. But Alessandro felt she needed further convincing.

"Stay, Andrea," he now whispered. He started kissing her neck. "Let me show you what I can do to you," he persisted, in between long and luscious kisses. 

"Okay," she acquiesced without further delay. His lips on her neck and his promise of unknown pleasures were too much for her rational mind to handle. She gave in completely.

Alessandro smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.

"I'll be waiting," he said in that same velvety tone that made Andrea want to rip his clothes right then and there.

Andrea went in and closed the door. She looked in the mirror. Her lipstick long gone, her hair all over the place, her wrinkled dress, all revealed her state of mind. And the look in her eyes was radiant, filled with desire and excitement. She couldn't help but giggle. She might be risking her heart, but at this moment neither her heart nor her mind could resist the pure euphoria of this night.

A few minutes later she returned to the deck. Natalie and Alessandro were seemingly engrossed in a conversation, which stopped abruptly when Andrea appeared.

"Well, I suppose I should get going," Natalie said getting up. "Andrea, will you walk me to the car?"

"Of course," Andrea agreed, though she was not prepared to be alone with Alessandro quite so soon.

Standing next to the car, Natalie gave Andrea a kiss on the cheek.

"Have an amazing night!" she told her happily. The worry in her face was still evident though.

"I hope so," Andrea replied anxiously.

"Listen," Natalie continued, "I know what this means to you. But at this point, you might as well enjoy yourself and make the best of it," she concluded.

"I will!" Andrea promised.

They hugged and Natalie was off. Andrea walked back into the house and onto the deck. Alessandro was nowhere to be found. She waited a couple of minutes, then went back into the living room. The early dawn light gave a dreamlike quality to the whole room. She heard music playing from somewhere above her. Am I supposed to go looking for him, she wondered? She tip toed towards the music in silence (she had never bothered to put her shoes back on). At the end of the hallway there was a large staircase, which she followed upstairs. 

Another hallway and a door cracked open, some light and the sounds of a Spanish guitar calling to her. When she walked in, she found herself In a giant room with big windows and a balcony facing the ocean, and a huge bed. She briefly registered the sunrise that was almost starting but her attention was mostly caught by Alessandro, who was laying shirtless on the bed. She sighed and blinked her eyes slowly, as if to assure herself she wasn't dreaming. His chest was perfectly toned and muscular, the color of caramel, his nipples well-formed and asking to be kissed. His strong arms betrayed his workout routine but they were still slender and graceful. He was looking at her and smiling, seemed quite pleased with himself.

Andrea took a deep breath. 

"I feel like I am living in an alternate reality," she said. How could his eyes be this fucking amazing? His smile so sweet and sexy, his entire being so incredibly desirable?

"Take off your dress," he requested of her.

Undressing in front of him was something that Andrea thought would make her too self-conscious. But somehow the look in his eyes gave her confidence she never had. She watched him watch her as she reached on her side and undid the long zipper. She pulled off her dress slowly and stood naked except for her necklace, a single strand of small black pearls. His gaze followed the curves of her body, her round and full breasts, smooth stomach, soft brown hair covering her sex, her graceful legs. 

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"Very much," he answered, now looking into her eyes. "Come here," he added.

Andrea climbed in bed next to him and then as he laid on his back, on top of him. She rested her body on his, breasts dangling above his chest, holding herself up on her hands. She thought that she could look at him forever. He wanted nothing more than to touch her breasts, to feel them in his mouth, but he also relished the anticipation. He put his arms around her waist instead--they fit so perfectly together, his hot and dark skin against her smooth white skin, his hard body against her softness. They looked at each other for a long time, allowing themselves to feel their mutual desire. 

Then Andrea leaned down and kissed Alessandro. She kissed his lips hungrily and he responded by pushing his hard cock against her. Her tongue went deep into his mouth and he sucked on it forcefully, then returned her passionate kiss while grabbing her silky ass in his hands. Andrea rubbed her pussy against his cock, wishing his shorts would disappear. Reading her mind, Alessandro stopped kissing her and pushed her gently off of him. He took off his shorts quickly and saw Andrea's eyes widen with pleasure at the sight of his hard penis. 

Andrea was now sitting up against his pillows and he straddled her, pulled her towards him and wrapped his long legs against her waist. Some of her hair had fallen in her face and he slowly pushed it away. As he looked at her, Andrea realized how amazing it was that even though no words were exchanged, she felt completely connected to Alessandro, communicating in ways that she did not know existed. Alessandro wondered whether he had ever felt so excited before. 

At last, he could not tolerate the anticipation any longer. He raised his right hand and cupped her right breast, then her left, so gently, as if he just wanted to get a little sense of what they felt like. Her skin was even softer than he remembered and her breasts filled his hand, beautiful, round, and exquisite. Andrea watched him as he now caressed her breasts slowly with his fingers, then taking one in each hand and squeezing lightly. Her nipples were hard and Alessandro licked his lips. He pushed her back slightly so that she was leaning against the pillows again. He leaned over and started licking her right nipple. He took it in his mouth and ran his tongue around it, over it, with alternating slow and fast strokes. His right hand cupped the rest of her breast while his left was still holding the other. Andrea felt the pleasure spread from her right nipple through her breast, down her back, and inside her vagina which began to throb. She couldn't decide if it felt better to watch this gorgeous man enjoy her or to close her eyes and focus her attention on her own body. She breathed deeply and felt her heart racing.

Alessandro felt his cock dripping with excitement. The feeling of her breast in his mouth was intensely arousing. He switched his attention to her left breast. He licked her nipple gently (and she involuntarily thrust her pelvis towards him), then blew on it gently (she shivered), finally began kissing it. As with the right, he took his time, letting his tongue play with the hard knob in his mouth, with his lips wrapped around the softness of her breast. To say that Andrea felt ecstasy would not be accurate, for whatever she thought ecstasy meant was far outdone by the feelings she had now. She felt like she was losing herself, that she was his to do with as he pleased. 

Alessandro spent a long time on her breasts, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other, feeling insatiable. Every time he left one, Andrea felt abandoned but then as he started kissing the other, she felt amazed all over again at how good it felt. No man had taken such pleasure in her breasts before. They were now even fuller, her nipples red and wet, her face flushed. Alessandro looked at her and thought she was a goddess. He pulled her towards him again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He began kissing her lips while squeezing her breasts with his hands, more forcefully now. They devoured each other's mouth, both remembering the sensations from the beach, and discovering new ones. 

When Alessandro stopped kissing her, Andrea opened her eyes and felt a bit disoriented and dizzy. She looked into his eyes and felt overwhelmed with desire--yes, it was him, this incredible man and fantasy, not a dream now, but real and hers, at least in this moment. Those were his eyes penetrating hers, his hands on her breasts, his legs around her, his cock hard against her. 

Alessandro let go of her breasts, but not before one last quick pinch of her nipples and Andrea sighed. He moved his legs then pushed her legs apart so he could kneel between them. Just this little movement caused Andrea's pussy to tremble. She feasted her eyes on his big cock then grabbed it in her right hand. She squeezed him tightly, getting a feel of him, staring into his eyes. She ran her fingers around the head, spreading the semen drops, using the moisture to make his whole penis wet. She started rubbing him between her fingers, sliding up and down slowly but tightly. Alessandro felt the pleasure in his shaft and his entire pelvis, the grip of her delicate hand stronger than expected, the rhythmic movements perfectly timed. He closed his eyes. It occurred to him that this woman he had just met, who seemed so taken with him, could be the best lover he had ever had. She was self-conscious and passionate in a delicious combination, beautiful and sexy without vanity, filled with such lust for him that he found irresistible. 

The whole time she was stroking his cock, as good as it felt, all Andrea could think about was tasting him. 

"Alessandro, come up here and put your cock in my mouth," she spoke. Her words interrupted his reverie and he opened his eyes. He saw her hand still holding his cock, her mouth slightly open, eyes calling him to give her what she wanted. Andrea let go of him and opened her arms. 

Alessandro of course could not resist. He straddled her around her chest and she slid down on the bed slightly to have a better angle, still using the pillows for support. He leaned down and she took his cock in her hand again, fingers around the bottom of his shaft. She started licking the top, tasting his semen. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue over and around him, feeling his soft skin, hardness underneath, now and then sliding her tongue under the rim of his head. Alessandro began to moan softly. When she started taking more and more of him in her mouth, he reached over her head and grabbed the headboard for support. She wrapped her lips tight around him, and let him slide in and out of her mouth slowly, licking the underside of his cock. He filled her mouth and she loved it. She heard his moans of pleasure and felt her body throb in response. She let go with her hand and grabbed his ass, so tight and hot, she couldn't help but squeeze it hard. She guided his movements at first, letting him go deeper each time, and faster. As she felt him get more excited, she relinquished control and let him fuck her mouth as he pleased.

Alessandro sensed her willingness to give herself to him, but he did not want to climax. He allowed himself a few deep thrusts, then stopped. He felt her tongue licking him inside her mouth and wanted more. She wanted more too, and she encouraged him by pulling her head back slightly, then back towards him. She squeezed him tight with her lips, squeezed his ass again. When Alessandro thought he had regained enough control, he started penetrating her mouth again. He felt such intense pleasure, going all the way in and back to the edge of her lips, in and out of the divine wetness and hotness of her mouth, he lost himself. He could not think and he started moving faster. He was unprepared for the orgasm though and as he realized he would not be able to stop the climax, he hesitated for a second. Andrea felt him get harder and knew he was going to come, felt his hesitation, and squeezed his balls to let him know she wanted it. Alessandro felt his body tense, and moaned so loudly as he ejaculated into her mouth, it was almost a scream. He shivered and trembled, and felt her suck on him to get all he had to give.

When Andrea felt his semen enter her mouth, she felt utter exhilaration. She tasted and swallowed the hot fluid, felt his cock twitching in her mouth, and heard his scream. The sense of power she felt was the best thing she had felt yet. He was the man of her fantasies, the man who had been seducing her, touching her, kissing her, giving her more pleasure than she could have imagined--but it was she who ruled him in this moment. She knew he had not wanted to come but couldn't help himself--she won. For once the power was shifted and it was she who was in control. She held him in her mouth for as long as he needed. When he pulled away, a look of total euphoria on his face, she felt like a queen.

Alessandro collapsed on top of her, with his head cradled by her breasts. He laid there speechless until he remembered how to speak. His head and body were swimming in waves of pleasure, and feelings of contentment. Andrea caressed his hair and held him close. He finally looked up at her and smiled.

"That was unexpected," he confessed.

"Also not part of the plan?" she joked, remembering their early flirtation.

Alessandro shook his head.

"All this time, I thought I was seducing you but I think it's the other way around," he replied. 

Andrea smiled, feeling quite pleased with herself.

"I'll be right back," he then said. Andrea watched him get up, laughed at how unsteady he was on his feet, and was soon left alone in the room. She was still highly aroused and couldn't help but relive all that had happened. She played with her nipples and remembered his tongue. She blushed as she thought of her request to taste him. She felt satisfied by his loss of control. She wondered what would happen next.

Alessandro returned shortly with two big glasses of water. He handed one to Andrea who drank thirstily. He gulped down his as well, then took both glasses and put them on one of the night tables. He took a pillow and arranged it against the foot board, then propped himself against it, looking at Andrea. He saw her move her eyes along his naked body, could read the excitement on her face. The sun was up by now and his body looked even better under the glow of the early morning light.

Andrea's body still on fire, she could not help but start touching herself again. She saw that Alessandro approved. Her nipples were hard and she teased them with her fingers. She reached down and dipped her index finger in her wet pussy, then rubbed it against her nipples. Alessandro was mesmerized by her every movement. He felt desire stir in him again and began touching his cock. Andrea was in no rush. She took her time getting her nipples wet and rubbing them, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs. Locking eyes with Alessandro through it all added to the physical sensations. She felt herself get more and more wet. She started sliding her fingers around the outside of her pussy, letting Alessandro see how excited she was. He left her eyes and looked at her hand, letting her show him her sex. He was rock hard again. She bent her knees, and began rubbing her clitoris which made her pelvis rise almost involuntarily. This was more than Alessandro could take.

"You are so fucking sexy!" he exclaimed.

He switched positions so that he was laying between her legs. He licked and sucked on her fingers, then pushed her hand away. He pushed her legs wide open impatiently so that Andrea's pussy was stretched, open, and available for him to look at and explore. His aggressive movement surprised her and turned her on even more, and now feeling her sex so exposed was more exciting still. He held himself up on his elbows and with both hands began touching her vulva. His fingers were gentle but greedy, pushing apart her soft folds, digging between them, taking her pussy between his thumb and index finger on both sides and stretching wide. Andrea had never felt such pleasure in her pussy before. She started to moan and writhe her body against his touches. He started on the sides and worked his way towards the middle, really opening her up, examining everything, with his eyes and fingers. After his initial impatience, he now became more thorough, touching every part of her pussy, squeezing it in his hand, rubbing the folds against his fingers. When he reached the middle, he took his fingers and opened her up as far as possible, which made Andrea thrust forward again. He held her like this and blew softly all over her trembling and wet folds, inside and out, the most feathery breeze which caressed her gently. Andrea moaned again. She felt close to begging, for what, she did not know.




The Party Ch. 02



We wandered from room to room, feasting our senses on the erotic couplings. Every room was filled with the soft and sometimes urgent moans of men fucking men, or the sensual sounds of cocks being licked and sucked, and the heady aroma of sweat and cum served only to supercharge our sexual ambitions.

Tom and I would occasionally stop and kiss as we watched. His and would glide down to my rock-stiff member, and mine to his.

In the main room of the house, the pretty young man who had greeted us at the door was laying on his side on a coffee table. He was being fucked in the mouth at the same time our birthday boy's slicked rod was gliding in and out of his succulent asshole. The young man's tanned and lithe body had been anointed multiple times by some of the group gathered to watch, and I resisted the urge to lick up every drop of the man cream on his face, chest, and abdomen.

Two hot looking studs were standing near us, kissing and groping each other. Both had magnificent cocks, and my mouth watered at the thought of my tongue exploring every vein that bulged beneath the skin of their manhoods, and my asshole twitched at the prospect of swallowing those bulging love muscles balls deep.

I kissed Tom and whispered in his ear.

"Would you like to watch them fuck me?" I asked, nodding my head in their direction.

"Can I fuck you after them?" he asked.

"Oohh, yes." I purred.

"What if they make you cum?" he whispered as his hand encircled my throbbing cock.

"Oh, don't worry" I said "I'll cum for you, too. We just might need another one in my mouth to help me along. But I just bet you'd love to fuck me while I'm sucking cock, wouldn't you? I bet we could find one to share while we fucked."

"Oh, god. That'd be awesome. You really know how to turn a guy on." he whispered coarsely as he pressed his mouth to me and kissed me deeply while pressing his hardness against mine.

I strutted sexily over to the two studs and reached out to their cocks and caressed from their balls upward as I smiled seductively at them.

I was direct and to the point.

"My friend would like to watch you guys fuck me" I said breathily "and I'd really like to get fucked by a couple of big cocks like these."

Wordlessly, one simply pulled me closer and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth and locking with mine.

"That would be a yes." said his partner.

I took them by the hand and we went to a spot in the middle of the room where we had space to sprawl. I knelt on the floor with my legs apart and reached down and pulled the butt plug from my love hole. One of the studs squatted behind me and I felt the pressure of his cock head at my waiting sphincter.

Then he slipped inside me, burying himself full depth in one thrust. I gasped with pleasure as the cool pressure of the butt plug was replaced with the throbbing warmth of man muscle inside me. He held me by the ribs as he slowly pistoned in and out of my fuckhole. I turned my head so that we could kiss as we fucked. As I did, I could see that Tom was staring at us, engrossed in the spectacle of our sordid coupling.

I desperately wanted to cum, but the pleasure was so intense, and I wanted it to last, so I casually reached down and dug a fingernail into the skin of my cock to slow down my rising climax.

We got into a rhythm, each of us moving away from and towards each other. I would move just far enough to feel him on the verge of popping out of me, and then push back until I could feel his scrotum against mine and my asshole was filled with man. 

I found the gaze of his partner.

"I want your cock in my mouth" I said, and he moved in front of me and I swallowed him. I fucked my mouth up and down his cock opposite the rhythm of my ass. As cock was sliding inward at one end, it was sliding outward at the other.

I glanced around the room, and three or four other men were watching us, aside from Tom. I looked up at one young man as he jacked off at what must have seemed like a fantastic porn movie come to life right in front of him. 

I reached for him and pulled him closer. I wrapped my mouth around him just in time for his love nectar to erupt in my mouth. I pulled back with my mouth open so that everyone could enjoy this young man's intense and copious orgasmic explosion. Spurt after spurt of glorious man cream blessed my lips, tongue, and cheeks. As the others watched I let it spill erotically down my chin and chest as I licked and sucked him clean.

As I luxuriated at the feeling of warm cum all over my face, I felt the hands of my fucker dig into my ribs and and felt the first burst of silky warmth inside me as his balls loosed their seed deep in my love channel. He let out several harsh grunts as he plowed his cock into me, driving his semen deep into my belly before he began to relax and slow his thrusts. 

I turned and kissed him while he was still inside me. I could see Tom, and he was transfixed with voyeuristic pleasure. I looked up smiling at my fuckers' partner.

"I bet you can fuck like him, can't you?" I purred, and then closed my eyes as revelled in the sensation of cock sliding out of my asshole, and fresh cum dribbling down my scrotum and balls. I pulled the other stud to the floor and lay him on his back.

I straddled him as he held his cock upright. I found his purple glans with my cum-slicked hole, and then slid my anal sheath down the length of his shaft and began to ride him.

Now their were two men next to me, urging me to suck them while I fucked up and down this magnificent pleasure shaft. My cock was raging hard, dripping with pre-cum. I greedily sucked at the sperm dispensers offered me, and they rewarded me amply.

I was deep in the throes of pleasure now. Tom was going to see me cum. I wanted him to see me cum. I wanted him to see these other men shooting their hot sperm on my face and into my mouth, just for his erotic pleasure.

I felt my climax rise deep inside me, and slowed the bounce of my hips. I opened my mouth to accept the orgasmic spurts of one of the men jacking off to our wild fucking, and moved upwards until only the head of cock was inside my hole.

And then I was cumming! I let out a cry of lust and pleasure and slid my bum downwards, filling myself up at the very moment that my own manhood was spewing a geyser of spunk. I swallowed a hot jet of sperm and then arched my back and tipped my head back as I let every inch of my body feel the spasms of pleasure washing over me.

I held my lover deep inside me until the last wave of my climax passed, then I began to fuck him some more.

I urged him on now, urging him to cum.

"C'mon" I hissed "Give me your cum. I want to feel it squirt in me."

He grabbed my hips and shoved upwards and erupted inside just like his lover had, and more silky warmth filled my fuck hole.

Finally we parted. I rolled over to where Tom was half sitting, half laying on the floor nearby. 

Teasingly, I found some cum on my face with a finger and then licked it. I found another drop and offered it to him. He took my finger in my mouth and sucked it greedily.

"Did you like that?" I asked sweetly.

"Oh, yeah" he sighed back at me.

"Do you want to fuck, now? I'd really like to fuck with you. Somewhere alone." I said as I pulled his love bone to my mouth and gave it a loving suckle. "I want you to make me cum, now." I cooed.

Hand in hand we found our way to an empty room. The covers on the bed were thrown back. Men had fucked here, as would we.

I lay on my back and opened my legs. Tom gazed at my cum dripping hole with the hunger of lust in his eyes. My cock was hard for him, and my hole eager to experience the power of his manhood. 

He knelt over me and we shared a lingering kiss, my mouth and lips still slathered in the man milk that I had drawn from the others.

I lifted my legs up over his shoulders and felt the smooth, slick tip of his love shaft at my opening.

Our eyes were locked, and then I pulled him close so that our tongues were intertwined as my hole stretched open to accept him inside me.

We fucked. We fucked with the intensity of lovers. His rod filled and satisfied me, and I worked the muscles of my fuckhole to give us both maximum pleasure.

We clung tightly to each other as our lovemaking gathered intensity. I had no track of time, but we must have spent half an hour thrusting and grunting with pleasure. Tongues tangling, sweat dripping, cum dribbling down my back and soaking the sheet beneath me. 

I urged him on.

"Fuck me. Cum in me. Make me cum. Fuck me hard. Make our cocks squirt." I gasped.

And then he came, and I came with him. My love cream anointed our bellies as his hot spunk filled my asshole. Our mouths locked together as we climaxed, our tongues twisted together like snakes, our bodies joined at each end.

Finally our orgasms subsided and we fucked slowly for several minutes until we could fuck no more. 

My body was deeply satisfied, as was his. I had sated my hunger for man nectar, and my asshole had been fucked to satisfaction.

We lay together for a while, until we heard the party start to subside. As we lay there, another couple came in an 69'd on the floor beside the bed while we watched.

I went home with him, and in the morning we showered and I took him inside me once more, and then I fucked his warm mouth until I spilled my own seed all over his tongue and lips.

We became lovers.



The Party Ch. 02



I replied sleepily that I was, in fact, Terry, still not realizing who was calling and inquired, "Who's calling, please?"

"Did you request the honor of attending an all day party on September 6th?" the voice continued.

All of the excitement and anticipation I had previously felt rushed back into me at that moment as I realized that this call was being made in response to our application. I meekly answered, "Yes, Sir, I did". My voice must have sounded totally different to him because of its renewed yet subdued energy.

I could almost hear the smile in the stranger's voice, "Do you and your lady still wish to attend?"

"Yes, sir, I believe we do." I must have sounded like a school child who learned of a friend's birthday party. 

"Do you and your lady friend understand the capacity in which you are attending; that you will be required to serve as commanded?" 

"Yes, Sir", was all I could muster at the moment. 

"You are aware that you will undergo some depilation?" 

"Yes, sir, I answered, again, and inquired if any of the hair removal would be obvious to the public after the party." He assured me that all would be below the neck and only if I wore short sleeve shirts and/or shorts would any of the hair removal be obvious.

I don't wear either and it wouldn't seem odd if Annie were shaved so my first question was answered satisfactorily.

"Do you and your lady friend consent to obey your Superiors as commanded and do as you are directed at the party?"

"Yes, sir."

"Has anything changed in your or your lady friend's limits since you filled out the response form"?

No, Sir, We are excited about attending and nothing has changed in that or in us." We do have some security concerns. May I ask a few questions? 

"Of course, we want you comfortable or at least as comfortable as you can be in this type of circumstance", came the immediate answer. 

In answer to our concerns, we were assured that the couple hosting would be well known to us if we heard their names. We could rest assured that no harm would come to us; that we were simply to be sexual objects for this day and that these parties had been going on under our unaware noses for many years without incident or injury. I finished the conversation convinced that we were in safe hands and continued.

"Make a note of the following instructions: At precisely noon on Saturday, the 6th, you and your companion will arrive at the drug store parking lot at the southwest corner of Central Avenue and 66th Street. Casual attire is appropriate. You will be carrying one red rose that will act as tribute for your hostess and identification to the party picking you up. A taxi will deliver you to the host couple's residence." 

After the instructions were acknowledged, the calling party hung up the phone without saying another word. Now I was wide-awake! I immediately reported to Annie with all of the enthusiasm that I had originally exhibited about this extraordinary offer of adventure, for I was truly excited by what seemed to me to be an exceedingly rare opportunity to explore our combined submissive sides in the company of so many Black Dominants, both male and female. She went through all of the security questions with me again and I assured her with each one that I was convinced that we would be in no physical danger. We might be uncomfortable but that was part of the thrill of submitting, after all.

Friday night, the 5th of September, came too slowly. While we went to bed early, neither Annie nor I slept comfortably because of the excitement and anticipation of our next day's planned activities. We talked briefly about the effects of doing something this daring and outrageous on our boring, everyday existence and agreed again that we needed an adventure of this type to spice up our lives. 

Saturday, we arose early and showered. As I towel dried, I noticed that Annie, who had bathed before me, had chosen her best Guia La Bruna lingerie to wear under her casual, dark blue, zippered skirt and white, front buttoning silk blouse. I watched with pride as she slowly covered her marvelous breasts with the soft white lacy bra and adjusted her nipples so that they were perfectly level. The effect was as intended as the bra, evident through the blouse, made her breasts the obvious focal point of her presentation. She then sat as I continued to watch and rolled her opaque, nylon, thigh high stockings onto her shapely, sculpted legs. She belted her finely fitted, satin garter belt and rose slightly to attach the fasteners to the tops of her stockings. Then she slowly slid into her matching t-back panties through which the outline of Annie's light triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair was barely visible. Annie is a very attractive woman and has always kept her figure in nice shape. I love to watch her pamper herself as she allows the fine feel of silky under things to caress her lithe body. This morning, she was obviously looking forward to the opportunity to show herself off as much as I looked forward to her doing so and the anticipation was mounting in both of us by the moment. 

We ate a very light breakfast, just a bit of yogurt, skipped our usual morning coffee and afterward sat quietly in our kitchen for what seemed the longest hour and one-half of our lives. We left our home in plenty of time and arrived at the designated parking lot about five minutes until noon. Having exited our car, I stood with the all too conspicuous long, red rose in my hand until the shiny, yellow taxi entered the lot. The driver, an older, very tall, muscular Black man, apparently noticed me immediately because, without delay, he drove to where we nervously waited. He calmly exited the vehicle and opened the right rear door for me in the most respectful manner. He instructed me to enter the taxi and make myself comfortable because he was going to secure a blindfold over my eyes and fasten my seat belt across my chest in order to maintain the security of the couple that was hosting the party. He asked if I was comfortable with the blindfold and I answered that I was, understanding that the hosts might not want us to know the location of their home. They were happy to have us as guests but did not want anyone seeking their company after the party. My nerves were alerted at this juncture but he assured me that the couple, or at least one of them, were very high profile in our community and simply couldn't afford to have anyone seeking them out without invitation. I complied and the driver secured the blindfold and then gently tightened the seat belt around not only my chest but my arms, pinioning me, comfortably but securely, in the right rear passenger seat of the taxi. 

Annie was left waiting by the driver's side rear door until the driver had secured me and was then smoothly placed in the driver's side of the back seat directly behind our transporter. Annie later told me that the driver lightly brushed her breasts as he secured the seat belt and gently pried her knees apart after she had been seated and blindfolded. Being the lady that she is, she resisted his apparent attempt to see her panties and held her knees tightly together. At the time, she made no protest, not knowing whether this was part of our duties or not.

We were instructed not to speak for the remainder of the journey to the party location. The driver closed the door quietly behind us. The darkly tinted windows of the vehicle were a pleasant sanctuary as the Florida sun was already shining brightly at that early hour and Annie and I welcomed the privacy that the tinting and the blindfolds provided. The taxi driver drove silently in what seemed to be a southerly direction after exiting the parking lot. He instructed us that the trip would take approximately ten minutes although it seemed somewhat longer than that, in reality. We later agreed that we would have been more comfortable if we could have held each other's hand during the ride, as we were both understandably nervous. As we motored on and somehow tried to relax in the tense darkness for the duration of the ride, I wished that Annie could firmly squeeze my hand showing me both her excitement and her support. I was uneasy. Even without touching her, in anticipation of what was to come, I felt the familiar swelling of my cock which slowly came to a full erection that did not leave me until the ride was nearly ended. Because of our circumstance, no one else knew of my sexual arousal, I believe.

In time, we felt the taxi slow and smoothly enter a driveway. The taxi came to a gentle stop. Annie's door was opened first and she was freed from the constraints of the seat belt. Only then, did the driver tell her that she could remove the blindfold from her eyes. Annie was asked to stand by the taxi while the procedure was repeated with me. The sunlight nearly blinded both of us after the substantially total darkness of the blindfolded ride. When our eyes had finally adjusted, we found ourselves in a very nicely landscaped, spacious, enclosed courtyard at an as yet unknown location. We could smell the flats of the Gulf of Mexico at low tide so we realized that the hosts' home must be close to the water. Annie and I were both aware that we were about to embark on the adventure of the year, if not of our lifetimes and the exotic location didn't dampen the anticipation.



The Party Ch. 02



Jake grasped Mrs B's left very red and erect teat firmly and pulled her down the hall; Mrs B bit her lip to stop herself from cumming there and then. Her large living room was filled with noise and expectant inebriated laughter. Jake pushed his way through the crowd, leading Mrs B. She could feel her soft pink body being squeezed pulled and slapped. An unseen man spread her large bottom cheeks and whistled as he saw the amount of juice flowing from Mrs B's cunt. Jake climbed on a chair and pushed Mrs B down on her knees in front of him. The room stilled, and Jake spoke.

"Great to see such a good crowd here this evening and some friendly faces out there"-Jake waved to a mate at the back of the room. "I'd like to introduce Mrs B to you all. As you can all see, she's a mature bbw. E size udders, huge bottom and big belly and as some of you already -a very wet cunt!"- whistles and cheers from the boys. "Mrs B is committed to giving all of you a lifetime of enjoyment with her body. Because as you also know, while the price of entry to our first two day party was a little steep-that key you have in your pockets gives you a lifetime of enjoyment inside Mrs B whenever you like. And I'd really like you to encourage your other mates to sign up so Mrs B can fully appreciate the joys of having cocks in her 24/7 for the rest of her life" Jakes speech was interrupted by an explosive orgasm from Mrs B on the floor-and a rippling tide of juice spreading from her cunt. "As you know we're videoing what is the first of many performances by Mrs B, and all profits from sales go towards your cooperative fund!

Before we start, a few rules for your enjoyment: Mrs B exists solely for your pleasure-what you want-goes,(Mrs B exploded again) but please make sure the next man inside her is able to have full enjoyment too. S o that Mrs B doesn't get too sloppy and loose for you, she will empty her holes of sperm after each round of twenty men. And because we won't be giving Mrs B any food; (she'll be way too busy), please make sure a fair proportion of your sperm is pumped in her mouth to feed her. And remember, there's that great prize of a trip to the Bahamas for the first man to impregnate her!-but don't worry, there'll be plenty more opportunities!

But first, Mrs B is going to give you a great dance to get you all in the mood..."

Jake stepped down from the chair and leaned down, pulling Mrs B up from the floor with one of her udders. Mrs B's knees buckled with another huge orgasm but Jake held on firmly, pulling her upright.

Jake smacked her fat pink rump, and Mrs B stepped uncertainly into the ring of mesmerized men. Slowly at first, she began to gyrate her hips, the liquid sound of her wet cuntlips sliding against each other- the sparkle from the lights on the juice running down her inner thighs. Her body now completely a deep red from total excitement, her bottom and udders swelling almost visibly. In complete silence except for the sound of her juices ,she danced now. Mrs B arched her back, oblivious to everything except her total arousal. Her big udders swayed back and forward-the twin teats glowing; the dark thatch of her cunt-hair glistening with droplets of juice. Spellbound, the men watched as Mrs B's cunt steadily opened wider and wider; the engorged swollen red labia steadily parting to reveal Mrs B's insides; pink and shining. "The Real Mrs B"-she knew it without thinking , instinctively-this is what she was meant to be: to be always open for any Man, for His total use. 

Again she almost buckled at the knees as she orgasmed, and more juice shot onto the floor. And still her cunt opened wider. Her back arched even further as her hips swayed, exposing the huge gaping dripping hole between her legs. "Wider!" a man from the back called, and instinctively the hole dilated further. The calls of "more!" and "wider!" became deafening, and Mrs B found herself having to spread her feet and thighs to cope with the Men's commands. Several hands slid effortlessly inside her now with room for more, exploring her cervix and even her womb; simultaneously now men were beating her big bottom mercilessly and smacking her udders. Mrs B was cumming over and over uncontrollably now.." this was how it was meant to be"...



The Party Ch. 02



I want to give thanks to alexxrj for editing this story. 

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Guess now the question is, will they these women want to continue fucking a big cock, and what are they willing to do to get it? 

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After I got home I grabbed a small trash bag, throwing the two bras into them. I went back outside and tossed the bag into the trash can.

I didn't want to leave any evidence that would put me in that basement other than the film. I only took the bras to give me time to get out of Gray's house and home before my mom. 

I went into my room and took the party disk and put by my computer. I marked the 'basement' disk as 'Bowling. Didn't want mom or dad to finding it. 

About 30 minutes later I heard my mom walk into the house. I was already in bed. Thank goodness she didn't check on me and went straight to bed. 

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The next day I was up early working on the party pictures, thinking about what happened last night. I couldn't get the images out of my mind of what I witnessed last night. I really enjoyed the show, there was no doubt about that. I had masturbated and cum so hard before falling asleep last night, my cock was sore this morning. 

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All of a sudden, Mom and Dad were in a very loud, heated conversation. The walls muffled their words so I couldn't make out what they were saying.

As dad left their room he slammed the door and came into my room. 

Looking very upset he said, "Jack, your mom is hung over. We're on our own for breakfast." From the look on his face, I'm sure there was more to it than her having a hangover. 

Laughing, trying to make things better, I said, "She sure did look like she was having a good time yesterday, though." 

He chuckled, "Guess she did. She told me that on her way home last night, she and Sue fell down a few times. Maybe I should have stayed and watched that movie with them." 

"When I left, they were still down in the basement watching a movie. But, I didn't think to check on them. I guess I should have." 

He shook his head, brushing my comment aside, "So, when do you think you'll have all the editing done?" 

"Well, I wasn't planning on cutting anything out. Just need to make copies for everyone who wants one. Plus, I need to print out all the couples pictures. Gonna to try to get them all delivered today." 

"Well, make sure I get a copy of the party tape, too," he said. 

"Will do" 

I went back to work on making copies of the party disk and printing out all pictures. While I was working I kept thinking back to last night and what I had witnessed. I was thinking about what Gray had told me about the women they fucked.

That the women enjoyed being treated rough and always returned for more. I wondered if they really wanted to be treated that way, or if they just enjoyed the big dicks and would do anything to be fucked by them again. 

I then thought, 'Would my mom and Sue be like these other women, too? And if so, how would I know? I'm sure that by being married they would be discreet about it. And, I'm sure they wouldn't want this to get out, ruining their spotless reputations in the neighborhood." 

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It was after lunch and I was reviewing the party disk still when Mom walked into my room. Man, I need to start locking my door. Mom and Dad just keep walking in, unannounced. She looked pretty awful today. 

Mom, in a very soft voice, "Can I watch?" 

"Sure, pull up a chair." 

As she was getting the other chair in my room, I looked at her and continued, "You must've of had a lot of fun last night. You don't look too good today." 

She just smiled at me, "Yeah, I had a bit too much to drink and fell down a few times last night. I'm very sore today." 

Trying not to laugh, I said, "Where'd you fall? I didn't see or catch anything on film." 

She tried to smile, "Well, not at the party, but Mrs. Brown and I fell a few times on our way home." 

We sat there not saying another word, watching the party tape. I then showed her the couples pictures and gave her the ones of my dad and her together. 

I started to packed everything up in my back pack and told mom that I was going to deliver the photos while it was still day light outside. 

The first house I stopped at was the Brown's, for obvious reasons. I knocked on the door and Mr. Brown answered. 

"Hey Jack, what brings you by?" 

"I got your the pictures of you and the Mrs. from the party yesterday." 

"Wow, that was fast. Do I owe you anything?" he said, as I was handing them to him. 

"I'm not running a business, but I do accept donations."

As he was reaching for some money he said, "I heard your mom and my wife had a rough time getting home last night." 

I was laughing, "Sounds like it. Mom said they both kept falling down. They must've of had too much wine yesterday, my mom has one hell of a hangover." 

Mr. Brown was laughing with me, "Sue has one, also." 

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I continued going from house to house, making sure everyone got their pictures. The last house on my list was the Jones'. 

Mrs. Jones answered the door and let me in. 

"I have your pictures and the film of the party" 

"Thanks, I'll be sure to look at them later." 

Mrs. Jones had seemed little angry and in a loud voice said, "You tell your mom that she and Sue left my basement a mess. I'm not sure if they had a fight or what, you tell her I'm pissed. I tried calling her earlier but she didn't answer." 

"I'm sorry, I'll let her know. I know she has one hell of a hangover today," I said. 

She just smiled and looked at me. With a sweet voice, she said, "You don't need to be sorry. You didn't do it. Just tell your mom she needs to call me, please." 

"Yes ma'am," I replied. 

Just then, Gray walked into the room, "Hey, Jack!" he yelled. 

"Hey Gray," I replied. I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk with him right then. One thing for sure, though, was that I was jealous of him. 

Jake, with a smirk on his face, "I got tasked to clean up the basement. You want wanna to help since your mom caused the mess?" 

"Sure thing, but I heard Mrs. Brown was down there, as well." 

He was laughing now, "You're right, let's just clean it up. I don't think it'll will take that long." 

As we walked down the stairs I was wondering if and how I could get Gray to tell me about last night. In the past he always told me everything. No matter what. 

As we cleaned I couldn't help but think about remember what I saw last night. Guess I was spacing out when because Gray yelled, "Earth to Jack. Hello? Earth to Jack!" 

It zapped me out of my trance and I answered him, "Yeah, what's up?" 

Then we just talked shit to each other, not really saying much of anything. We started to talk about the party and I said, "You know for a party that has a reputation for being wild, this one was pretty tame." 

Gray started laughing, "Maybe. But if you saw what I saw, you wouldn't be saying that." 

I raised my eyebrows, "So, tell me. now. And don't hold back," hoping he was going to spill. 

He looked me straight in the eyes, "I can't, Jack. I promised I wouldn't say a word." 

I leaned back against the pool table. "Gray, I've know you for a long time now. I don't remember you ever keeping a secret from me. No matter who told you. Plus, you know that I never told anybody what you've told me. 

He looked at me, but didn't say anything. There was dead silence. He turned away and rubbed the back of his head. I knew he wanted to tell me, but he couldn't think of a way.

He finally turned back around, still rubbing his head, "Look, you have to promise that you won't get mad. And you can never tell anyone what I tell you." 

"OK, I promise I won't tell anyone what you tell me today, here in your basement." 

Still looking at me, I saw the confused look on his face. Then he said in a very low voice, "You know what we all say about your mom and what we wanna do to her. Hmm, how do I say this... I fucked your mom last night." 

I started laughing, "Yeah, right, in your dreams, bud." I knew what he said was true but I wasn't gonna telling him. Plus, I was kinda mad, but not at only him. I couldn't blame just him. My mom did consented to it. At least I got to witness it and capture it all on film. 

"Listen, Jack, I'm telling you the truth." He was looking worried that I might punch him. Maybe I should've but I wanted to keep him talking. 

"Gray, I'm sure you just had a dream and it seemed pretty real, but it wasn't," I told him. 

"I'm telling you, it wasn't a dream. Sit on the couches and I'll tell you the whole story." 

"OK, I'm listening." 

Then Gray went into his story about how my mom and Mrs. Brown let him and his other friends fuck them after everyone was gone. Of course, he left out a lot of details.

After he finished with his story, he added, "That's why the basement is such a mess." 

I sat there for a moment before I said anything. 

"Look, Gray, I know you've wanted to fuck my mom for a long time. I know how she flirts, too. But, trust me, you had to have dreamed it." 

Shaking his head, "No, no. It wasn't a dream." 

"OK, well do you have any proof? Like pictures or something?" 

"I personally don't have any pictures, but I think the other guys do. But I can't just ask them for a copy to show you. They'd think I wasn't trustworthy." 

"OK, well, lets say I believe you. But, she and Mrs. Brown was were drunk and it's not going to happen again." 

"That's why I'm worried. Jake told them if they needed more big cock, all they needed to do was call me." 

"Well, there you go. He said if they want more big cock, and that's just not you." 

With that, he didn't say a word. He just pulled down his jeans. 

"Damn," was all I said as his dick popped out. Then I continued, "Pull up your pants, I don't need to see that. I'm not gay, shit head." 

He started laughing, "I know, but I need you to believe me. I'm afraid and excited that your mom or Mrs. Brown will call me." 

"Well, if they do, what are you gonna do?" 

"I don't know, maybe we can think of something." 

"Really? We?! Don't you think my mom will do something if she knows I'm involved?" 

"No, I don't. But I'll keep you informed. And if you can just give input " 

"OK, but I still really think you just had a dream. Anyway, I gotta to run." 

"Hey, don't forget to come to one of my soccer practices." 

With that, I went home. 

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It's been about a month since the party, now. I was at one of Gray's soccer games. After the game, Gray walked over to me smiling, "Hey, I got a text." 

"So, what'd did she want?" 

"She wants to know when we can get together again. I told her anytime she wants." 

"Let me see this so-called text." 

"I deleted it." 

"I still think your full of shit." It was my final reply as I walked off. 

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A few days after that, I noticed that my mom always seemed to be in a great mood. This lasted for about a month and then she started to get pissed off at everything. 

I asked my dad, "What's up with her?" 

"I don't know, guess what ever was making her happy is over." 

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I saw Gray a few days later, "Hey, what's going on?" 

In a rough voice, "Your not gonna believe me, so why should I tell you." 

"Come on, dude. Tell me." 

"OK. After I told you about your mom's text, we got together and I was fucking her about three times a week. Last week I cut her off." 

Just then, his phone went off, he got a text. After reading the text, he showed me it. It was from my mom. She didn't want to end their relationship and was begging him to continue it.

I handed his phone back to him. He smiled at me and texted her - Look, I've been thinking you need to start doing special things for me, then we might continue. But only if you do special things for me.

She texted right back - "Sir, what do you want me to do?"

Gray showed me the text and I asked him "She calls you sir?

With a smirk on his face "Yes I'm making her. To make sure she knows I'm the boss." 

I just smiled, then he replied to her text - "Lets start with you doing things for me and my friends."

This time, she didn't reply back right away. She eventually did reply - "Sir I'm not sure if I can do that."

He shot back a fast reply - "Look bitch, I didn't think you wanted this cock that bad so, it's over."

Again, it took her awhile before she sent him back a text - "Sir, Jack won't be one of your friends, right?"

Gray, laughing now as he sent the next text - "No, not this time."

She replied -- "What?! Explain 'not this time.' Plus, I'm not really sure about this, I have to think about it, Sir". 

He texted - "Are you ready for a good fuck?" 

She replied - "YES, YES, I'm ready, Sir, please."

He text - "What will you do for a good fuck?"

"Anything you want sir."

He texted - "Anything?"

"Yes, anything you want sir."

He texted back - "Good answer, babe. Don't worry what 'this time' means then." 

"Sir, when can we get together?"

"I'll let you know" - was his last text.

***** 

A week later my mom was back to being in a good mood all the time. One day I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra.

She caught me staring and just smiled at me. She now only wears a bra when she goes to work, otherwise she is always braless. Don't get me wrong I didn't mind but I started to wonder if Gray was behind it. 

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I haven't seen Gray for a while now and I don't think he's been keeping me informed as to what's going on between him and my mom. 

My dad was out of town again and I was at a party. I wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow. Again I was filming some lame party. It was boring so I decided to go home early.

As I was getting close to the house I saw Gray entering my home. I ran around the back to go in the back door. The lights were out through out the house, except in the living room. The light in the living room was dim but it was enough to see mom and Gray.

Mom was naked and on her knees looking up at Gray who still had his clothes on. I decided to film them.

Gray with a smirk, "I got your text. So your missing my cock already? You just had it yesterday."

"Sir I need to be with you. No one is here tonight." she replied.

"You want more cock, bitch?" he asked. 

She just nodded. Gray slapped her and demanded a verbal answer. "I want to hear what you want!"

Submissively she said, "Sir please give it to me." 

"I don't understand what do you want me to give you bitch? Tell me, don't beat around the bush!" He yelled. 

She had a look of discomfort on her face as if she wasn't happy from the way he was talking to her. In a soft voice, "Sir, you've broken me for anyone else. I want you to fuck me."

"Take my cock out." he commanded.

Mom reached up and started to unbuckle his belt. After she unzipped his pants she pulled them down. He picked up each leg as she finished taking his pants off. Next she took off his boxers. His cock sprang out. This time I got a good view of it.

Beside it being long his dick girth was out of this world. I now understood why my mom was so addicted to him he didn't just penetrated her deeply he stretched her.

"Suck it good and don't forget to lick my nuts slut." he demanded.

She didn't hesitate and started doing as she was told and began sucking and licking his large cock. She worked his dick for a long time.

I couldn't believe how much of that monster cock she was able to fit into her mouth. She was now alternating between his shaft and his balls.

He let this go on for a while before he grabbed the back of her head and forced his whole dick into her mouth.

She was gagging but he didn't care. He held her head on his cock for a long time then he released her. She was gasping for air, He just looked at her and laugh.

Gray grabbed her by the hair pulling her towards the couch. He pushed her over the arm of the couch with her ass in the air. Then he slapped her ass so hard the sound of the smack echoed though out the house. He gave her about ten more hard whacks before he stopped. 

Mom turned her head to look at him, "Sir, I don't know why I'm letting you treat me like this."

Gray laughing, "You want me to leave?"

"No!, No!, Sir!, I don't want you to leave. For some reason I'm enjoying you controlling me."

"Looks like your hooked on my big cock." he told her. 

"Yes Sir!." she replied softly. 

"Tell me who owns this pussy?" 

"Sir it's all yours." 

"You're damn right about that!" as he shoved his cock into her

"Yes, oh yes...fuck me hard." she yelled out.

Gray leaned over her pushing her down on the couch he as slowly fucked her.

"Ohhhh...uggghhh..." she moaned.

He started pumping faster until it looked like he was jack-hammering his cock in and out of her. He roughly spoke "I knew you couldn't stay way from my cock.

"Uhhh...uhhh...uh huh." was all she could manage.

"Is this what you want slut?" 

"Oh god yes sirl." 

"You love big cock?" 

"Yesss. Sir!"

Gray started thrusting rougher and harder. Mom yelled out "YES! Yes...fuck me hard." 

Gray fucked her roughly for over 30 minutes before he shot his load deep into her. When he finally pulled out he grabbed by the hair again pulling her around to face him. "Clean my cock bitch" he demanded. 

Mom put his dick into her mouth. Now licking his staff making sure it was cleaned. Gray was laughing while she worked knowing he had conquered this married mature woman. He knew she would do anything for him as long as he kept fucking her.

"Good girl. You're doing a good job."

Mom didn't reply. She just kept cleaning his cock.

Gray with a demanding voice "So far you've fucked me and some of my friends real good. You even go braless for me when your not at work. As of today here's the new deal you're going to be my horny old bitch ready to fuck or suck whenever I want it."

In a nervous voice mom, answered, "Sir, I'm married I can't just come running when ever."

Smiling Gray roughly said "You better try or we're done. I got a text from Sue today."

Gray got dressed leaving my mom on the couch nude. He then left without saying another word. I put my camera back in my pack and walked out. I knew Gray couldn't be my friend anymore. He wasn't keeping me in the loop and he has become an asshole.

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It's been another month since the last time I watch mom and Gray. I'm now out looking for a job since I decided I was going to take a year off before starting college. I've been staying away from Gray making sure I didn't hang out where he did.

Mom and Mrs. Brown seem to have become best friends. They are always going out at least one or two nights a week. Plus hanging out with each other just about every Saturday. I'm pretty sure they were parting with Gray and not just being by themselves.

I just received a text from Gray, "Having a party at T.J's Saturday. Come join us."

I looked at the text and had to think about it. Finally I said what the hell and texted him back "K, what time? Where does T.J live?"

Gray sent me all the details that I needed. He didn't ask me to film so I wasn't bring my camera.

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Saturday morning mom left around 10 A.M. to go somewhere with Mrs. Brown. I didn't think much about it at the time. I had a late lunch and then headed out to go over to T. J.s for the party. It was 1:30 P.M. before I got to T.J.s. 

I knock on the door and Mack opened it, "Hey Jack about time you got here. The party is down in the basement."

I smiled, "I almost forgot about it."

As we walked down the steps to the basement I could believe what I saw. There was my mom and Sue totally nude talking with the guys. Mom looked up to see who just arrived.

When she saw it was me she dropped her drink and pushed past me as she ran up the stairs. Gray was laughing and was walking as he followed her up the stairs.




The Party Ch. 02



I looked at the guys and smile as I turned to head back up the stairs to leave. As I got to the top of the stirs I heard mom "Please, no... Gray, Please not with Jack!"

Gray smiling at her wasn't going to allow her any slack, "Come on Kay It's time for Jack to join our fun."

After a long moment looking Gray in the eyes, mom started pleading for mercy. "Please no, please...don't make me do this. Please Gray don't humiliate me like this.'

"I have never made you do anything against your will, have I Kay and I'm not going to start now. If you don't want to then leave, but we're through. Don't come back."

Gray and mom notice me watching as he unzipped his jeans letting them drop, pulling down his boxers, letting his large cock pop out, tormenting her.

"Perhaps you would like to touch it for one last time. Go ahead Kay, wrap your fingers around it! Let it grow and become hard in your hand for the last time."

Mom reach out grabbing his penis now jacking him off. I felt my own penis starting to grow. Watching my mom masturbating Gray was exciting me.

"Tell me bitch!" Gray demanded. "Do you really want to give this up? If so, leave now and I won't bother you again."

She didn't answer him. She just kept playing with his dick. Gray continued "If not you must tell Jack that I control you. Tell him I can fuck you or do whatever I want with you, whenever I want."

There were tears of humiliation in her eyes as she turned towards me. "Jack. I cannot live without his cock. He has been fucking me for a long time now. I'm addicted to his prick and will do what it takes to keep it."

I didn't say a word. I could see in her face that there was no humiliation, or abuse she wouldn't do to keep Grays huge cock fucking her pussy.

Gray broke the silence "Good now back down the stairs bitch." Mon lead the way back down into the basement as Gray and I followed. 

T.J saw us "I see the old slut is back." He then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her roughly towards a low table. Letting go of her hair he pushed her until she was bend over with her hands on the table and her ass in the air.

Looking at me 'Take your clothes off, you get her first!" 

I hesitated until I heard some yelled out "Jack go on fuck her!!" So I took off my clothes getting behind my mom and slammed my cock into her.

All the guys now cheering, "Fuck her! Fuck your mom!" This has to be a dream. I always wanted to fuck her but here I was actually fucking my mom.

I reached up grabbing her by the hair, pulling her head back as I started fucking her hard and fast. I leaned over whispering in her ear "I'm going to fuck you like the slut you have become."

I could hear someone yelling "Do it! Do it to her! Yes! Yes! Give the slut what she wants! Fuck her hard, don't give her any mercy."

For some reason I shouted out, "Beg me to fuck you!"

She started begging with passion as she pleading to be fuck. 'Yes, yes Jack! Give your mom your cock. Fuck me" 

So I oblige and fuck her hard slamming my cock into her not caring about her. She yelled out "YES, YES!! Give it to me Jack! More! Harder! Deeper! UNG FUCK ME!!" She was having a large orgasm. 

I couldn't hold it any longer and shot my load into my mom's pussy.

As I pulled out Mack took my place. From that point on it just became one huge fuck fest. The guys took turns fucking each mature women. When they were done with one, they would either exchange her for another or take a break. 

I fuck Sue and my mom a few as often as I could. Most of the time the women were taking on two guys at a time. After about many hours the orgy slowly came to an end.

The sluts were well used, they looked like they were ready to pass out from the exhaustion of being used so much. I had to smiled when mom tried to walk but could only wobble until she got her balance.

Gray walked up to me hitting my on the back "I told you I was fucking your mom and now she is my slut."

I just looked at him. Jake then in low rough voice, "You two sluts over here. We want you two to give us a show like last time."

Mom looked over at me then to Gray. Before she could get a word out Gray yells, "NOW!!"

Mom looked Sue they were smiling and started kissing. 

Someone yells out, "Come on, you two bitches can kiss better than that. Don't forget to play with each other's tits."

Gray and Jake walked up to them giving them both a hard slap on their ass cheeks. Mom and Sue jumped looking at the two guys. 

Jake commands, "You two better give us a better show. We want to be entertained."

I could believe how submissive these two have become. Sue swiftly rotated back around facing mom. She leaned in and started kissing mom with more passion. They were now entwining their tongues with each other as mom cupped one of Sues tits.

She pinched between Sues large nipple and stretch it while twisting them. Sue merely moaned as she was now absolutely still while mom played with her nipple.

Mom moved her other hand to Sues throbbing clitoris. Sues pussy juices were starting t flow. The slurping sounds of moms fingers moving into out of Sues filled the room. Mom kissing Sues body as she moved down to her cunt. 

Sues eyes opened wide and she now plainly noticed moms tongue as it went across the length of her pussy-slit. She was loving her clitoris licked. Mom put Sues clit between her teeth. Sue was holding her breath as she watched her pussy being nibble on. 

Sue started shouting out "Oh! Oh!! OH!!" as she had an orgasm.

After Sue got her wits back she in turn took care of mom. 

I couldn't believe how my mom had truly surrendered to the domination of Gray and his friends if I didn't see it with my own eyes. These two sluts just couldn't refuse these guys demands.

Plus to see my beautiful mom used like a slut did turn me on. I just looked at my mom in disbelief as I left. 

*****

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The Party Ch. 02



Karen turned towards Bri slightly exposing her breast. Bri tentatively reached out her hand, letting her fingers brush lightly at Karen's exposed nipple. The little nub came quickly to stiffness and a low moan escaped Karen's lips. Bri kept an eye on the road as she attempted to get a little braver. She cupped her hand over Karen's tit, feeling its firmness. She was surprised that she hadn't wakened Karen by now. "She must be able to sleep through anything!" Bri giggled to herself.

Just as she was about to get braver when Karen's cell phone rang. Bri quickly pulled her hand back, resuming its control on the wheel. Karen came to life slowly, bringing the phone to her ear. "Hello" she muttered, "Oh hi sweetie, yeah we got really hammered last night! Bri literally!" She winked at Bri who had taken on a shocked look. Karen did not even try closing her blouse and just continued to talk to Eliot in more whispered tones. Bri again concentrated on the drive yet ahead. She wondered what Karen might have thought had she caught her?

Karen sat the seat back up to a sitting position and said, "Your where? When the hell did you go down there? Oh come on baby, you can't be late, everything's already in motion here!" Karen looked a little frustrated by the news she was hearing, Bri thought. "Yeah, I know but you are going to make it right? I'd hate to think of you not they're when everyone shows up, it wouldn't feel right" she lied.

Bri looked at Karen for an explanation, Karen simply held up a finger, motioning her to wait. "Well you better, I didn't go to all that trouble just to have you not be there!" she giggled into the phone. "Ok, ok, I know you have to go when they need you. What? What time? Ok I'll have Ken pick you up there!" she said finally. "I love you baby, see you in a few hours." She hung up the phone and put it back into her purse.

"So, what was that all about?" Bri asked.

"He was in Atlanta all night and won't be leaving until around eleven to come back." She said looking at her watch. "So, was Apryl there last night? Or didn't you ask?" she looked at Bri now with a smile.

"I seem to remember him saying she had shown up with a friend or something to that affect!" Bri said back. "Do you know a Steph? I think that was the name he said. I was a little foggy this morning myself ya know!" she laughed. 

"Steph? Oh boy, now that's a little hot number. Hell, I'd even do her!" Karen blurted out. Bri looked at her with a questioning look and laughed at the thought.

"Why do you say that Kar, what's so special about Steph?" she was asking, now very curious. She looked back at Karen for an explanation.

"Well let's put it this way. She's about four foot nothing, and thin as a rail with the exception of those huge melons she calls tits!" Karen made a motion as if holding two basketballs to her chest. She also had a look of utter jealousy on as she looked down at her own B cups. "I've seen her actually stop traffic when she wears one of those skimpy half tops she likes so much." she said again with a little hint of jealousy.

"Hmm, Ken never said who the girl was, I think Apryl told me he was breaking in the new girl. Now I know why!" she mused. She pictured Ken's face burrowed between two cartoon-sized tits. "So fill me in on who this Steph is, I'd like to know who my competition is!" Bri said curiously now.

"Don't get your short hairs twisted in a bunch Bri, she's harmless. She just likes to be where the action is and doesn't get attached to anyone, never has. She has a job working for the local newspaper, the "Fashion" section I think. She is in and out of town going off to Florida and overseas all the time. She's a real sweet girl, just a little flighty some times, if you know what I mean?" Karen said with a smile.

Bri relaxed a little but was still wondering how Ken had never mentioned that he was with two women? Then she remembered Apryl saying he was breaking her in. Damn she wished the fog from last night wasn't still so thick! She just put the thought back in her mind and decided she would talk with him later and see what was up.

Karen had been studying her face and said, "Your not jealous are you? God Bri you look ten times better than her. I've known her for about three years and never once has she tried to steal Eliot, she isn't the type!' Bri felt better knowing Karen trusted this girl but she still would feel better once she had Ken back in her sights, safely within arms reach. Just to pound him on his shoulder for not mentioning her being there.

Bri was staring intently out the window and felt something she had not expected. She felt Karen sliding her fingers up her thigh towards her tightly clenched V. The nails on Karen's hand sent electric shocks of excitement to her hips causing them to jump. "Relax sweetie, I know Apryl and Steph, they probably were just looking to get laid, they won't be a problem. Anyway, you got your pussy worked over last night, so where's the harm in him having some fun?" she giggled tracing her fingers back down Bri's leg.

The two again traded knowing looks at each other, sensing the sexual tension again rise. Bri smiled and looked back at the road. This would really get interesting tonight and she was definitely looking forward to it. Karen put on the radio; the quick tempo of Skid Row put her in a better mood to drive. She laughed as they sped down the road towards Ken's Uncles. 

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Ken heard the cell ringing and hit the talk button. "Yo!" he yelled at the mounted receiver. 

Eliot's voice answered back, "Hey pal, can you pick me up at the airport or are you already on your way?"

Ken responded, "No problem El. Your done quick, everything go alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, they can finish up the details without me here. They just needed a quick change on one of the landscape designs! Some poor sap thinks all those trees are just too much trouble!" he heard Eliot say with mild distaste in his voice. "I should be there in about twenty minutes, we're just coming in over the city now!"

"You got it. Be there within half an hour OK?" he replied, turning back to the airport. He wasn't that far at all, he would be there and be able to make it back long before the girls needed them for anything. He again thought about tonight's party and couldn't wait to see all four of the girls in action again. "It would be something to remember that's for sure." He smiled to himself.

The phone rang again and this time it was Bri calling! "Hey baby! You doing better today I hear? You sounded pretty wasted last night! I was wondering if you made it to my uncles by now" he asked.

"Yeah we just pulled in. We're going to call for the caterer to deliver the food then get the house tidied up some. You know your uncle and his cigars!" she said. "Oh by the way, how did everything go with your little Steph breaking party?"

He looked at the phone and just laughed, she always knew even when he failed to mention anything. "Well, I know how much you never want to hear about my little flings. So, I just didn't say anything last night. You wouldn't have remembered anyway!" he reminded her. "I'm on my way to pick up Eliot now, so we should be there in a few hours. Don't get started without us"

Bri laughed at the thought, and then again thought about Karen and the way their day started. "No promises there stud, I'm feeling a bit naughty! So you two had better hurry up! See you when you get here." She said hanging up.

Just as she was going to find where Karen had gone, she heard a low moaning coming from the next room. It was definitely Karen's voice; she wondered what she was up to now?

She came around the corner to find Karen stretched out on the couch with her fingers rubbing furiously at her exposed pussy. Karen had stripped naked and was definitely pushing herself to an orgasm. She was humping her own hand, as if there was no tomorrow. She seemed fixed on reaching a quick climax. She didn't even slow, as Bri made her way around the couch to sit across from her, to watch her finish.

"Well, what the hell got into you?" Bri asked, as if nothing could be any plainer than what was happening.

"Ungh, aahh, I ungh, needed to ooo, fuck, I needed some relief!" she said spreading her legs wider to get further into her sopping box. Her face was flushed and sheen of sweat was starting to coat her skin, as she furiously fingered herself. "Damn I have never done this in front of another woman before but, Ungh aahh, I need to cum!" she moaned. She seemed not to care at all that Bri watched.

Bri could feel her own juices starting to flow, as she watched Karen's fingers sliding quickly in and out of her wet slit. She blushed at the idea that came to her. Had she really considered helping Karen out? The thought of burying her face in Karen's pussy was almost too much to handle. She watched her again for a few moments, and then decided it was now or never!

Bri quickly pulled off her own clothes and stood up so Karen could see her. Karen was lost in her own world and barely noticed as Bri made her way between Karen's widely splayed legs. Karen jumped a little as Bri pulled away her hand and replaced it with her mouth. Karen realized, at the last second, what had happened and just melted as Bri began to lick her outer lips. Bri was gentle, like she would have wanted. She seemed in no hurry and Karen relaxed at Bri's soft, almost butterfly like, kiss. She tenderly slid her tongue across Karen's inner lips, tracing her tongue the length of Karen's slit. Her scent was strange, somehow musky and yet very sweet. Bri wrapped her arms around Karen's legs, as Ken had done to her so many times, and pulled Karen towards her. 

Karen was getting over the shock of her new friends boldness, one she wished she had had earlier! Bri was doing to her what only a woman could know how too. She was slow when she needed to be, and tender where a man would simply dive in and go for it. Bri's fingers gently traced the outlines of Karen's ass. Sliding finally inside her thighs, tracing her nails down to her tingling ass. Bri traced her nails on the tender area just between her pussy and her ass. The feeling that coursed over Karen was one of pure pleasure. Bri's tongue was sliding gently into her, sucking up her wetness as she went. Karen was losing her mind at Bri's every move. All thoughts of fighting had stopped as she let go of herself to Bri's talented mouth.

Bri found she was enjoying this far more than she had thought. She had never believed she could ever be with a woman in this way, yet here she was doing what she was told was weird, by her old friends. She didn't seem to see what the big thing was? Karen was grinding up to meet her every move. Anticipating what she would want, like a woman who knows herself. She found the taste pleasant and just could not stop herself. She did everything to Karen that she wished a man would to her. She tasted Karen's sweet box and just let go, enjoying the sensations it brought. She could feel Karen getting close.

Karen couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled away from Bri and pushed her down onto the floor. She looked at Bri and turned so that she could repay the favor. They found themselves in a sixty-nine position. Karen lowered her dripping box back to Bri's hungry mouth. She then lowered her own head and began copying what Bri had done for her. They moved in unison, as they sent each other into pleasurable orbit. 

For what seemed hours, they pleasured each other, moving to new positions and exploring each other. They began letting their hands find all the places that sent them into a higher levels of ecstasy. The two were now trapped in a dance to see who would reach nirvana first! Bri was moaning aloud between gasps. Karen had lost all her inhibitions and was furiously grinding into Bri's soggy snatch. The feeling of their two pussy's grinding together was magnificent! They were both moving towards an earth-shattering orgasm. As the final level was reached, both pushed with all they had to a mind-blowing release. 

Tide after tide of powerful waves hit them as they clenched in a death grip to each other. Gasping for breath, holding on to each sensation. They felt each other's breath coming in ragged shots, as each of them came hard. Karen pulled Bri's convulsing body in close. She could feel the hardness of Bri's bullet-sized nipples pressing on hers. This sent Karen into a new round of mini orgasms. She held on to Bri as she jerked to her own set of rapid-fire orgasms.

For what seemed forever, the two just held each other, relishing in the afterglow of what they had just accomplished. No sounds, no words were necessary! They finally relaxed and fell back on the floor, exhausted. Karen eyed Bri and gently kissed her. Bri kissed back, seemingly starved for her mouth. They fell back and drifted off in each other's arms. Bri thought, why had she waited so long to do this? They felt each other's bodies relaxing into a warm gentle sleep.



The Party Ch. 03



Ken leaned back and let the highway unfold in front of him. He watched as his old GTO ate up the highway like it was brand new, and still full of the life it once had. He could never bring himself to let it go; part of his childhood he refused to give up. The old car just kept going, and so long as he kept up the maintenance on it, he didn't see any reason to let it go. The stereo was playing some great driving music and he felt like a kid again. His thoughts were on the next night, and the party that awaited him and his friends. He smiled at the thought of what Bri might have in mind. The thought of having his choice of Bri, Karen or Steph and Apryl for an evening was just too good! His mind was lost in the thoughts of depravation that lie ahead.

He was just settling in for the last long stretch of highway, when the cell phone rang. Pushing the button on the phone attached to his dash, he said, "Hey what's up?" The screen said it was Eliot! He grinned at the sound of his friends voice on the line.

"Hey bro, where are you? I just landed and was wondering if I could catch a lift?" Eliot's voice said a little hesitantly.

"Where's the Benz buddy?" he replied back. Waiting for him to explain why he needed a ride?

"Apparently I parked in a restricted area, and the bastards towed it while I was in Atlanta!" Eliot even sounded a little pissed.

"Ok, I should be passing that exit in a little bit. What entrance are you going to be at?" he asked with a snicker.

"I'll be out front of American, and don't you dare say a word you shithead!" Eliot snapped back.

Ken just grinned at the phone and replied, "Be there soon! Hold on." He made the lane change, as the exit for the airport was next. Ken smiled at his luck and timing. He couldn't wait to let Eliot know about the gorgeous woman flesh that would be at their disposal. He knew to top off Eliot's misfortune; he just had to rub in the fact of the previous evenings fun.

The radio blared out the old tune "Lucky Man". He laughed even harder as he made his way off the exit and into the airport's traffic.

* * * *

Bri looked at the cabin from top to bottom to be sure she and Karen had gotten it all finished. The three bedrooms upstairs would have to suffice, as well as the living room and its warmly decorated sofa's. Ken's Uncle had great taste in furniture and knew how to furnish a house, even if it was done for just guys!

This was a boy's playground if ever she had seen one. The split-level cabin had a poolroom and a bar set-up. The room looked like it came straight out of an old "John Wayne" movie. The long bar, complete with brass handrails, and even a spittoon at the corner, reeked "Man". The large mirror and shelves, fully stocked, the old-time carriage wheel chandelier that hung above the pool table, even a poker table that sat back in the corner, reminded her of an old western saloon.

Karen and her had taken great pains to leave everything as they found it, just to keep the place looking as natural as they could. She was a little surprised to find a working fridge behind the bar. They easily had room for the kegs that were on the way, even now. She knew that this room would most likely be where they staged their little party tomorrow night. She knew, now, that it would be a lot more fun than she had first anticipated.

Karen had suggested that maybe they should go shopping for a few things to make it even more memorable! Bri knew what she had in mind and told her, after the beer was delivered, that they should go into town and get what they needed. Karen had readily agreed. They were both getting a little anxious for everyone to get there. Karen suggested that they both needed to relax.

Bri looked at her and said, "What did you have in mind Kar, I could use a little distracting!"

Karen replied, "Well first and foremost, a drink would be good. Then I was thinking a dip in that pool outside would be a great way to loosen up some too!" She nodded towards the back of the house where Ken's Uncle had a large kidney shaped pool. The pool was heavily decorated with a dark blue tile mosaic, which made the water look even bluer than it really was. There was also a smaller hot tub beside the shallow end, with the same matching design. She also could see that, getting its fair share of use as well.

Karen smiled at Bri and said, "You get the drinks, and I'll get the towels!" She headed up the stairs towards the large hall closet for a couple over-sized terry-cloth towels.

Bri smiled and headed to the bar, where she made a couple "Long Island Iced Tea's". Ken usually made the drinks but, she had watched him often enough to know how to make these! "Everything white behind the bar, sour mix, and a sprits of cola!" she could hear him saying in her head. The sound of his voice reminded her of just how much she missed him. Even if he had only been away from her for a day.

She took the drinks and headed for the back of the house. She remembered that the beer was being delivered, and decided to leave a note for the delivery guy. She tacked it to the front screen and headed back towards the pool and some relaxation. Karen was already headed out into the noon sun. The sun was nicely warming up the outside and she looked forward to relaxing in it.

As she made her way out to the lounge chairs, she realized that she had, again, forgotten her suit. Karen had also apparently forgotten, but didn't seem to care as she striped off her shorts and tank top, revealing her firm nude body to the warm sunlight. Bri still looked in wonder at her amazing figure, a lithe swimmers body, taunt muscle tone and that gorgeous waist-length blonde hair. Any woman might be envious of her, and most usually were. She reminded herself of the long time she had known her, without really getting to know her. Now, that they had become such close friends, she couldn't imagine how she could have, once, thought of her friend as a stuck up prude! Karen smiled back at her as she stretched out and then settled into the lounge chair, with absolutely no sign of modesty. Bri remembered a time, not so long ago, that she would have never been so brazen!

Bri handed Karen her drink and proceeded to strip off her own shorts and T-shirt. Karen's approving stare as she removed her bra and panties, reminded her that they had yet to speak of what had transpired the night before. She felt Karen's eyes look at her with a note of curiosity. Bri knew she wasn't in the same league physically as Karen, being somewhat fuller of hips and a bit more, well cushioned, than Karen's athletic physique. Yet she was more than comfortable with the way she looked, and knew she still turned heads. Sometimes she envied the trim, tall, and slender looks that Karen, Steph, and Apryl had going for them, but never once wished she was any different. She knew with her full hips, round ass, and notable chest, that she was just as attractive as they were, and just as desirable.

Without a second thought she shrugged the last vestige of her modesty to the deck and sat down in the lounge chair beside Karen. The sun, although not yet warm enough to be called hot, was warm enough to warm her pale complexion. She could feel the sun already warming her skin. Karen muttered something about it being nice to finally relax. Bri couldn't help but agree, and said, "I wish the others would get here soon, I could use some fun before the main event tomorrow."

Karen looked over and smiled, saying, "Yeah, I could use a little excitement myself. I feel a little naughty, and could really enjoy a good cum!" She giggled as she again stretched, allowing Bri to watch her gorgeous body reveal itself to her. She found herself getting that strange tingling feeling she had had only yesterday, and realized it came from her and Karen's close relationship.

Bri looked at her and gulped down a good bit of her drink, feeling the effects of the alcohol quickly surge through her. She hoped that soon, they would have a chance to see if Karen equally felt what she was feeling! She leaned back and let the slight warming and cloudy feeling run it's course. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off, as the drink took its effect on her. Her last thought before she began drifting was, Karen's mouth on her nipple, and the warm sensation of her hand caressing her inner thigh. She could really feel the softness of her hair brushing her thighs, as if she was readying to pleasure her. Unconsciously she shifted her legs open, in hopes that her dream would lead to Karen eating her out!

It was only then, as she was realized that she still could hear the sounds of the trees and the wind, that she realized she wasn't asleep. She opened her eyes to find that; Karen was indeed lowering her face towards Bri's more than wet pussy. She was pulling her hair back and settling herself solidly between Bri's outspread legs. With a wicked grin, she winked and disappeared below Bri's view. She felt the light butterfly touch of Karen's tongue as it hesitantly sought out Bri's lips. Bri felt the first tentative touch of Karen's hands as she used them, to push out further on her legs to attain better access.

Bri thought, "Oh shit, is this really happening?" Yet she relaxed and let Karen guide her, allowing her to take control and feel, for the first time, the feeling of another woman's mouth begin giving her pleasure. She began to feel Karen explore her outer folds with tender traces of tongue, then felt her tongue ride the length of her slit, bringing an unexpected moan from her lips. She melted as Karen began to explore her with tongue and lips. The sensation was unlike any man's clumsy and predictable actions. Karen, being a woman of pleasure, understood what the needs of another woman were. She gently began eating Bri, as if she was describing with her actions, what she would have liked done to her. The soft and yet unyielding pressure as it made it's way top to bottom, made her quickly feel the on come of her climax. She could sense that this wouldn't be like any other she had had in some time.

Karen purposely traced her nails along the soft area above her shaved hairline, drawing goosebumps. She began to flinch her hips, involuntarily into Karen's mouth and talented tongue. Karen continued to apply herself to her task, drawing Bri's breath in short gasps. She was in heaven as she felt time stand still with the pleasure Karen gave her. She had her eyes closed and could feel her body, building towards a tremendous release. Karen's mouth kept up her loving caresses of her clit, and at the same time her fingers had found there way to her as well. She was using two fingers to drive Bri further into ecstasy. Bri could hardly hold herself on the chair; her hips were plunging furiously into Karen's talented mouth. She felt the first wave of climax take her, and then wave after wave of racking orgasms ripped through her. Her body jerked and spasmed as Karen kept applying her constant pressure. She could feel herself cumming hard, and knew that Karen would be hard pressed to keep up the contact with her twitching pussy.

With a last swipe of her tongue, Karen pulled away to allow Bri time to finish her final throws of orgasm. She grinned widely at the pleasure she had given to Bri. She kept rubbing and tracing her fingers across her stomach and traced the outlines of Bri's nipples, as Bri slowly came back to earth. Karen was just about to say something, when the sound of applause brought them both screaming back to reality!

Apryl and Steph were standing behind the lounge chair with huge smiles and applauding furiously. Bri jumped up, almost knocking Karen to the ground, in an attempt to find a towel to cover herself. Karen blushed, as if she had been caught steeling cookies from the corner store. The sight of the two women scrambling for towels brought even harder laughter from Apryl and Steph, as they almost doubled over in hysterics. Apryl was almost in tears as she said, "Oh Jeez, you two should see your faces! I have never seen two women run like that in a long time! Damn, calm down, OK? We're so sorry we interrupted. We only wanted to let you know, that the delivery guy was outside waiting. He had been there for about ten minutes, and was just getting ready to leave when we pulled up. We thought you might be out here, so we told him to bring it in and leave it in the kitchen. It was only when he left that we decided to come out and see if you were out here. We just couldn't help but watch, this was an unexpected treat, I must admit!" cried Apryl through her tears of laughter.

Steph stood there with a knowing smile and said, "Hi, I'm Steph, I am so sorry! We never meant to scare you. I just couldn't help watching, and wishing I was doing that myself! Your both so beautiful." Her tiny body looked flushed from excitement.

Bri stood there half covered, quivering from both the last throws of her orgasm, and the shock of being so obviously caught. She wasn't sure if she should be mad, or laugh at being caught. Steph and Apryl were not looking as if they were going anywhere, and Karen sat stunned on the deck. Karen looked at Bri and then again at Apryl and Steph, and started laughing. Without a word her laughter became contagious. Within seconds all four of them were laughing out loud, while Steph helped Karen to her feet. All four of them looked at each other and lost all control. They howled with laughter, hugging each other, crying.

* * * *

Eliot looked as if he was going to explode! He was seething, from both having his car towed, and from the full description of what had happened to Ken the past evening. He couldn't believe that he had missed so much action in just one night! Ken smirked at him and said, "See what happens when you take off to do your ownership thing?" Ken was of course teasing Eliot, the two of them, by now, had long gotten past petty jealousy. Eliot just sat there as if he was in shock. He questioned Ken about Steph as if he couldn't believe his description of the woman. 

Ken just said, "I'm telling you El, she's no bigger than this." He said spreading his hands to describe her width. "And to top it off, she has got the most delicious melons I have ever seen!" he grinned at Eliot's increasing disbelief. "I'm telling you El, she's about Bri's height, maybe a size two, gorgeous eyes, flame red hair, and can she suck a dick!" he smiled as if he was describing a dream.

Eliot replied, "You son of a bitch! How lucky can you get? You get to have Bri, Karen and Apryl. Then to top it off, you get this, supposedly stunning waif, and your not wiped out?" He looked incredulous as he thought of the possibilities.

Ken came back with, "Well to be honest, Karen and Bri didn't come back last night. They called just after the other two showed up. I think they already had had enough for the night. Bri said Karen was already out, and she wasn't far behind!" He grinned as if the cat were away! "To my own credit, I wasn't expecting Apryl to show up with a friend. Hell, I wasn't expecting company at all!" Eliot leaned his head back and just sighed. He rolled his eyes at his own misfortunes and said, "Leave it to you to find a pot of gold, in a cloud of dust!" He laughed and slapped Ken's shoulder. "OK, how much longer until we get there?" Eliot asked.

"No worries Bud we'll be there in about two minutes. The driveways just over this hill!" Ken smiled. He pushed the gas pedal, letting the high-powered engine roar.

As they made the turn into the driveway, Ken killed the lights. Eliot smiled at his obvious attempt at stealth. They drove the length of the road, about a quarter mile, in total darkness. The lights from the cabin were enough to let them see that it was a clear path to the front of the house. Ken killed the engine, as the final few yards to the house was a downhill. They quietly got out of the car and made their way to the door. Eliot and Ken were a little surprised to hear moaning coming from the back of the house.

Ken looked at Eliot and shrugged. He pointed at the two cars in the driveway. There was Bri's SUV, and a light colored Jeep! He looked at Eliot and just motioned for him to follow. They made their way around the outside of the house to the brightly lit deck out back. Eliot smiled and nudged Ken, as they saw why they had heard the sounds of moaning from out front. On the deck, in the lounge chairs, was Karen being eaten out by, he could only assume, Apryl. Right beside her was Bri being serviced by a woman with flaming red hair, her beautifully shaped ass pointing directly at Eliot. Eliot looked at Ken and mouthed questioningly, "Steph?" Ken smiled and nodded yes, with a huge smile.

They stood there entranced as they watched the events on the deck unfold. Karen appeared to be in the midst of a massive orgasm, Apryl was barely holding on to her legs, as Karen thrashed around in the throws of a glorious orgasm. Bri seemed oblivious to anything except the attention she was receiving from Steph's, apparently talented mouth. She was covered in sheen of sweat, and was pushing furiously on Steph's head, mashing her face into her pussy! She moaned as if she was ready to explode. Ken was silently gawking, as Steph brought Bri again and again, to more massive and rapid orgasms. She seemed ready to pass out. The whole time Eliot just stood wide eyed, as if he could not believe what was transpiring right before his eyes.

Ken nudged Eliot. Eliot looked over and Ken motioned for them to move to a better location, closer to the action. Eliot just followed him like an automaton. He was so transfixed by the action on the pool deck that he didn't even bother with stealth; no one even noticed as he passed by in the faded light from the deck. They made their way to the very edge of the deck. From their vantage point they could see, close up, all the action. Eliot was only three feet from Karen, and yet she was as unaware of him, as if he didn't exist. She was so far gone, in the throws of her constant orgasms, that she never even looked his direction. Karen's eyes were rolled back in her head as she arched up from the lounge chair in the grips of a massive climax. Her powerful legs wrapped securely around Apryl's head. Meanwhile Bri was shouting like a wild animal. She had Steph's head pulled in so hard, that Ken could not see how Steph could breath! Yet she continued to caress her nipples and eat her out, as if she was starving. Bri's body shook as if in a never-ending orgasm. Her face was beet red and she had lost all control of her actions. She was nearly screaming in her delirium. Steph seemed impervious to the abuse she was receiving at Bri's hands. She continued her assault on Bri's slit, as if nothing could keep her from it.

Eliot and Ken watched transfixed, for twenty minutes as time after time, Bri and Karen came in torrents at Steph and Apryl's abilities. They could sense when another round of orgasms approached from the sounds and motions of their women. They knew by instinct, when either Karen or Bri were on the brink of another explosion. They could only watch, as time after time, they were brought to wracking orgasms at the talents of Steph and Apryl. Grinning like schoolboys, they enjoyed every minute of this, voyeuristic display. 

After twenty minutes, without stop, they crept quietly into the lounge chairs opposite where the girls were. They watched for another ten minutes before, Steph pushed away and pulled Bri to her feet. Steph dropped to the lounge chair and said, "My turn, I know you want to Bri. Just let it happen!" Bri seemed to hesitate only a second, and then tentatively took her place where Steph had been on her only seconds before. She at first seemed to hold back, then like she had come to some conclusion in her head, dove in. Ken was mesmerized as Bri grabbed Steph's legs, and began to hungrily munch on Steph's sopping wet pussy. The sound of her tongue slurping Steph's juicy box was more than he could stand.




The Party Ch. 03



What was becoming of me? Four days ago I was Rob, Buzz's best buddy from way back. Now I was Nancy Gibson and supposedly his fiancé. I had even let him fuck me in the ass and was wanting it again earlier tonight. I actually had asked him to fuck me again. And then he had me talked into giving him a blowjob which I never did do but found myself licking his cum out of the facecloth that he used when he jerked himself off alone.

I know that seventy-five thousand dollars that we agreed to would help me a lot and it didn't seem that big of a deal. But I just don't think I can do it. Maybe if I quit right now, I could escape with a little dignity in tack. Buzz could just tell his office that we broke up or that maybe he caught me cheating and ended our relationship. That way I could go back to being Rob and he could still keep his job. That's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to tell him I can't do this anymore. 

Buzz pressed himself hard against my ass. I felt his cock slip between my cheeks and poke me at my hole. 

"Buzz" I said moving my butt from him and his cock slipping away.

"What's the matter Nancy" He said half asleep and shifting himself against me again.

"Don't, I don't want too." 

"Aw come on Nancy, just a quickie before I go to work. I really need it. Don't you feel how hard I am?" 

With that he pushed against my ass cheeks, his cock riding up along my crack. He draped his hand over me and touched my nipple. He was lightly dry humping me. 

"Buzz, for god sakes will you stop?" 

If he could have seen my face he would have noticed my guilt. I wanted to end this charade, and knew how upset he was going to be. I was going to have to tell him now. I just can't have him thinking he's going to fuck me again or anything else for that matter.

"Nancy" he whispered. "I have a nice morning hard on with your name on it."

Shit, what a thing to say. I flipped the covers off of me and got out of bed. Who does he think he's talking to? Some sleazy chick that he picked up at a bar?

"Where are you going?" He said as he flipped to his back, his cock standing straight up.

"I'm going to take a shower and then we have to talk. I really mean it this time Buzz. We really need to talk about this."

He shook his hips making his cock bobble in the air and had that devilish grin on.

"Sure Nancy, anything you say" He wiggle his cock some more.

He wasn't taking me seriously. Maybe he thought this was all fun and games and a piece of ass is a piece of ass but I wasn't going to play anymore. I stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. 

"What a jerk" I thought as I turned on the shower and stepped in. "I just can't wait till I tell him and his mother. Ha ha, wait till they see how it feels to be on the losing end now. So what if they don't like it. So dam what!"

I was smiling as the water splashed over me. For the first time in days I felt that I finally have control. Everything was coming together, just like it was always suppose too. 

I was scrubbing my face really hard, wanting the make-up to wash down the drain. The make-up was representing a person that I really wasn't. I needed to see Nancy washed away forever.

Climbing out of the shower and standing in front of the mirror, I could still see that even with the make-up off didn't make me look any manlier. In fact, with my hair cut the way it is and the way Vicky had plucked my eyebrows in a thin arch, I was far from manly. I just looked like a girl without make-up. 

I wasn't going to let this get me down. My hair can grow back and my brows will fill in. I don't really care anymore, Rob was back in town.

Draping a towel around my waist I opened the door of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. Buzz wasn't in the bed anymore as I quickly walked out in the living room.

"Buzz?"

I could see a note lying on the bar  

Nancy, I couldn't wait any longer. I had to get to work, maybe next time you'll be more considerate and not take so long in the bathroom. You knew I had to get to work and I think you purposely took longer then you needed too. Anyways, my mom phoned while you were in the shower and told me to tell you that she has sent a taxi to pick you up. She said to leave everything here and she would come by later to pick your and my things up. I'm not sure when I'll be home, but you owe me one.

What did he mean? I owe him one. Shit, I wanted to tell him I was calling this whole thing off and he leaves without even saying good-bye in a pissed off mood to boot. Imagine him mad at me. 

I just stood there holding the note for a second then huffed." I'm not going to any doctor, fuck that. I 'm not doing anything but go home and forget about this nightmare"

I walk back into the bedroom and then it dawn on me that I had no clothes to wear. I mean my clothes, Rob's clothes. I sat down on the bed and held my head with my hands.

"I just can't believe this" I said loudly. "I have to wear the god dam skirt again."

I was crying inside as I stood up and went to the bathroom to get the skirt and blouse I hung up on the back of the door. It was like the wind was knocked out of me, I felt so defeated. 

As I was holding the skirt and blouse in my hand, I looked up to my refection in the mirror. I was ashamed of myself for being tricked into this and how I let it all happen.

I had to stay calm and compose myself. It's really not a big deal.Whats one more day as Nancy? What choice do I have anyways; I'm still going to have to wear that skirt to get home.

I went in the bedroom and picked up my panties from the night before. My cum was still fresh and wet as I slipped them on. I thought back on how Buzz had jerked me off with my panties 

I tried not to think of the weekend past as I finished getting dressed and then walked back into the bathroom. 

Picking up the brush on the counter, I started brushing my hair the way Pam had cut it. It bothered me to look in the mirror and see Nancy come alive again when I started on my make-up. It scared me to see that I was such a natural at putting it on. I lightly covered my face with the make-up and didn't put too much on. I just wanted enough to take the edge off and look feminine. I didn't want any trouble going out in public looking as a man in drag.

The phone rang as I just finished putting my make-up in my purse. I quickly ran to pick it up, hoping that maybe it was Buzz phoning, maybe to apologize.

"Nancy Gibson, your taxi is waiting outside for you."

"Ok, thank-you, I'll be right down." 

My heart fluttered knowing I had to go out dressed alone in public by myself.

I took one last look around the room as I slipped my heels on. Picking up my purse, I sigh, already wanting the day to end with me home and in my own apartment.

My clicking of my heels down the hall to the elevator was a constant reminder of me being Nancy. As the elevator doors open I watched my reflection in the glass, I knew I was blushing as the doors shut and moved to the ground floor. The lobby was crowded with people coming and leaving as I walked towards the door. A few men walked in and held the door open for me. I smiled slightly and thanked them and made myself outside. 

"Miss Gibson? Are you Miss Gibson?"

I looked at a man holding open the back door of a taxi.

"Yes,, um,hi," I blushed hearing myself being called Miss.

I sat down and swept my feet into the back seat as he shut the door. I caught him staring at my legs and smile as he walked around to his door and hopping in.

"I have instructions to take you down to Clarence Street. That's way over on the other side of town. It's not really a nice neighborhood. I wouldn't let a young thing like you go there by herself. Are you going to meet someone there?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine thank-you." I glance at his eyes looking at me through the rear view mirror and then looked out my window as he started to drive away from the curb.

I was tapping my fingers on my knee thinking of how I was going to tell Buzz that I had changed my mind. He should really understand, after all, it was suppose to be just the party and I did that. At least I held up my end of the bargain... I was feeling quite sure of myself.

"So, you had no classes today?"

"Excuse me?" I was startled as he broke my thought.

"School, you didn't have to go today?" He was peering at me through his mirror again.

"I'm not in school, haven't been for a while."

"Oh, I'm sorry; it's just that you look so young. I have a daughter that looks like to be about your age and she's in grade eleven.

"I have you know that I'm twenty –five years old" I snapped back at him

"Oh really? guess you got a little cheated in the development department." He chuckled.

It was then that I looked down at my chest. I forgot to stuff my bra. All that you could see was the collapsed cups under my blouse. 

"And I might add, you have the hips of a little boy." He laughed, smacking his hand on the steering wheel.

I didn't know what to say as I again realized that I didn't have the padded panties on and that my belt was around my waist, not up high like Mrs. Markus told me to wear it.

He kept looking at me through the mirror, shaking his head as he giggled and drove. I just sat there looking out the window. I was so embarrassed and ashamed.

It was about thirty minutes later that he pull his car to a stop.

"Ok missy, here you are." He said as he turned around in his seat and looked at me with a big grin. 

I just huffed and opened the door and got out, slamming it shut as he took off, leaving me in some exhaust fumes. 

Looking up I seen the sign of the doctors office and walk towards the door, feeling self-conscious about the way I looked. I really felt like some guy in drag. I didn't want to look this way. If anything, I wanted to look just like I did at the party and then go home. I just couldn't believe forgetting to prepare myself properly for going out in public. 

Opening up the door, I walked in the office. My cheeks were flushed as I slowly walked up the nurse's counter. Eyes of everyone in the room watched me. I just knew what they were thinking.

"Hi, can I help you?" The nurse said looking up at me.

"Yes, um, I, um, Miss Nancy Gibson to see the doctor."

She looked down at her appointment sheet. 

"Oh yes, just take a seat and I'll call you when she can see you."

I walked over to the chairs in the waiting room and sat down, my eyes wandering around the office. I ended up picking up a magazine that was lying on the table and was thumbing through it, barely looking at the pages. I just wanted to get this over and done with.

I heard the nurse's heels stop at the half door leading to the doctor's office.

"Nancy Gibson?" 

My stomach was fluttering as I stood up and walked towards her. Again I felt everyone watching me.

"Would you like to be called Nancy or Rob" She asked writing down notes on the clip board.

I could have died as everyone shifted in their seats and chatted to each other and laughed.

How could she have said that in front of everyone? My eyes glanced around as I finally made the long journey across the room to her. An old man just smiled at me and gave me a wink. I felt sick to my stomach, pushing by the nurse and then standing out of view of everyone.

"Well, should we call you Rob or Nancy?"

Still blushing. "Um, Nancy is fine."

"Very well Nancy, sign this and come with me"

I quickly looked down and read something about them being able to retrieve my medical files from my old doctor. I jotted down my name and followed her down the corridor to the door at the end. She lightly knocked on it.

"Doctor? Nancy is here to see you ." She turned the handle and 

stepped back. "Go ahead Nancy, she'll see you now."

The nurse just smiled as I walked past her

"You must be Rob" The doctor said as she stood up from her desk. 

"My name is Dr. Wendy Yates." She walked around her desk and came to meet me with her hand out for a handshake. "You can call me Wendy"

I shook her hand and blushed the way she was looking at me. 

"No need to be shy Rob, just have a seat." She took the clip board from the nurse and then shut the door.

"So, should I call you Nancy or Rob? In my own professional opinion, we should start using your desired name. Do you think so...Nancy?"

"Um sure, that would be fine" I said standing next to the chair at her desk

"No please Nancy, not there, sit over there so that you're more comfortable." Wendy said as she pointed over to the corner of her office where a plush leather examining chair sat. It almost looked like a dentist chair but nicer.

Wendy walked over to me, placing her hand on my back and guiding me to the big chair.

"Here, you hop up there and we will start by me asking a few questions. I want and need to know the real you to help your transition."

"Transition? What was she talking about?" I thought.

Wendy walked to her window and closed the blind, just leaving a small enough space to let some sunlight in. and proceeded to walk over to her chair. Picking up a remote, she pressed a button which started some soft music coming out of the ceiling.

"Um Wendy, there's not really going to be a transition." I said debating whether or not to tell her about the deal with Buzz and his job.

"Your right Nancy, I guess it isn't really a transition for someone like you. You have been feeling this way for so long. I understand what you're saying."

She seemed to think before she started to talk again. Her eyes roamed over me, studying.

"I should tell you that Mrs. Markus told me quite a lot about you and I just have a few questions that I have to ask before we can go any further." 

I moved slightly in my chair.

"Ok sure." thinking that I might as well just let her do what she has to do and then I can get out of here and go home. That's all I wanted to do, just forget all of this.

She smiled and took a small breath.

"I see that you chose to come here dressed as a female rather then a male. How does it make you feel to be dressed in public? Do you feel embarrassed to have people view you as female?"

Shit, that was as easy question, I hated this, all of this. How can I say this to make it sound right so that it doesn't get back to Buzz and what he did to secure his new job. Plus, I don't want Mrs. Markus to get in any trouble with the doctor.

"Um...it's not so much," I thought for a second. "It's not so much people looking at me as a girl. It's how young they think I am. That bothers me, after all, its just clothes, you know what I mean? It's not a big deal."

Wendy didn't answer as she wrote some notes down on the clip board.

"So being seen as young is more bothersome to you then having them seeing you as female." She looked at me. "Do you think that being flat chested is the main reason behind that?

"Well, yes, I'm sure that's what it is." I blushed.

"So, if you had breasts that would make you feel more comfortable with yourself. More complete?"

Wendy was still looking at me for some kind of reaction.

"I guess I would be more comfortable being dressed this way if I had boobs."

"You seemed tence, do I make you nervous?"

I looked at her and then looked away. I wanted to just tell her the truth.

"I don't know Wendy. It's just been a long weekend and I'm just tired and want to go home."

"You just never have been this far Nancy. You're just so undecided right now. I recognize this with my other patients. I have something that may help."

"What does she mean about being this far." I thought to myself.

Wendy stood up from her chair and walked over to her desk and brought back a little flimsy piece of something.

"I thought of this a few years back and perfected it to suit each patient. It's a patch, almost like the smokers patch when they want to stop smoking but this one has a mixture of medicine specially formulated for you."

I sat up in my chair slightly. "What's in it?"

This was going a little further than I wanted now. I didn't want any medicine.

She walked up to my chair.

"Don't worry, its not as bad as you think. Mrs. Markus told me about how you liked her little what she calls Happy Pills. I added a little in this patch as well with a balanced amount of hormones. The adminersation of hormones through the patch is much more effective then taking the pill form. Trust me, you won't even feel a difference. It will just wipe away all your fears and make you feel more confident and soften your thoughts."

I know I gave a little bit of a face as she stood next to me and looked down.

"Just lean yourself up for a second please." She smiled.

I sat up and leaned forward a little, holding my arm out for her to put the patch on. I figured I'll just pull it off as soon as I got home.

Wendy peeled back the patch and slipped her hand inside the back of my blouse and pressed it against my skin.

"Is that where you suppose to put that thing? I always thought it was suppose to go on my arm?" I protested.

Wendy just laughed softly. 

"I found that it was better for the patient not too be reminded of her treatment by having an ugly patch on her arm. It's more hidden this way, plus you don't have to worry about it falling off. You won't even know it was there."

She gently pushed my shoulders back into the chair and then walked back to her chair.

"Now, where were we? Um,,,ok,,, you grew up with your mother and sisters and your father left when you were young, right?"

I was still thinking of that stupid patch she just put on me as I tried to see if I could feel it or not. I was going to have to get Buzz to take it off as soon as I seen him 

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said Wendy"

She smiled calmly at me.

"I was just asking how it was growing up with all females in the house with no male influence."

How did she know about how I grew up, jeeze, how much did Mrs. Markus tell her?

"I never knew any difference, what you don't have in your life, you don't miss."

"But that's not true is it Nancy? You did know there was a difference. Everything that was taught to you was from a female perspective. When it came to talking with men, you thought differently. You thought like a woman."

My mind was spinning. What the hell is she saying? Jesus Christ I got to get out of here. This is getting really weird. I slump my shoulders back into the chair frustrated.

"You were always jealous that way of your sisters weren't you Nancy? You found it hard as a child not to begin developing like they did. They became popular at school while you were teased and pushed away from your peers. Especially when it comes to having breasts. You didn't have them and you felt cheated in that way didn't you Nancy?" 

What was she doing to me, trying to make me feel smaller than I already did feel? What does she know about how I felt growing up?

"Don't worry Nancy, I'm just trying to bring it out of you. It will feel better once you let it all out. Just try to relax and listen to my words."

I let out a heavy sigh. What choice do I have anyways? I'll just let her do her thing then I'll go home.

Wendy talked about everything, loosing me with her big words and philosophy. My eyes lids became heavy as the soft music in her office was putting me asleep. She went on and on till her words were a blur to my mind.

I felt her hand touch my shoulder.

"Nancy, you just rest and I'll be back in a moment to get you."

My eyes opened for just a moment as I nodded ok and then shut. I was so tired, maybe a little nap would do me some good.

I remember hearing my name being called from a distance. I felt dizzy and numb as my crusted eyes opened up. Mrs. Markus was standing in front of me with the doctor. Buzz was behind them both as I looked in wonderment and confusion.




The Party Ch. 03



"How are you feeling Nancy?" Mrs. Markus said as she came closer and softly combed my hair back with her fingers.

My mouth was so dry, I couldn't answer.

"Don't try to speak sweetheart, I'm so proud of you." She said as she stood back up. 

Buzz walked up to me and leaned down close to my ear and whispered.

"I can't believe you did this for me Rob"

I couldn't understand what he was saying. I tried to sit up a little in my chair.

"Just sit still Nancy; everything will be alright in just a couple of days. You were a very good patient." Wendy said smiling as she got behind me.

I was so groggy and my body ached as I focus on the two mounds sticking from my hospital gown.

I wanted so much to scream .What were those bumps? Why was I in a hospital gown? Was I in an accident? Did something happen? Where are my clothes? I tried so hard to think what had happen but couldn't make sense of anything. 

"She should be fine. A little sore and tender for a few days but she should feel much better tomorrow. Just take her home and let her sleep." Wendy said softly.

Wendy then slowly pushed me down hall and out in the waiting area with Buzz and Pam right behind. I was so out of it I couldn't even lift my head.

"I have her room all set up. She'll be very comfortable." Pam said.

I must of past out because when waking up I was being lead by the hand into Mrs. Markus's house.

"That's a good girl, your almost there."

My feet were moving sluggishly as I slowly walked into her house. She maneuvered me through the living room and then to the bedroom. She laid me down carefully.

"This is going to be your new room for a while Nancy. I decorated it myself with you in mind, but you get some rest now. I'll check on you through out the night."

Pam looked at me and smiled, turning off the light. With my head spinning I instantly fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning clear headed but extremely sore. I quickly looked down and realized that it wasn't a dream and I had breasts. How could they have done that too me? Tears came to my eyes as I moved my hand up and slightly pulled the gown open. 

A quiet whimper came out of my mouth. I had breasts, real breasts... I looked at them, back and forth my eyes darted. Just then Pam walked in carrying a vase of flowers.

"Hello Nancy" she smiled as she placed the vase full of flowers on the dresser." Aren't they just beautiful? Buzz sent them."

"What happen to me Pam?" my throat slightly raspy.

Pam walked towards the bed. "What do you mean dear?"

I choked on my words. "I have breasts."

"Yes honey and we are so proud of you. The way you handled yourself at the doctor's office. I just can't tell you how pleased we are that you were willing to go this far to help Buzz."

I looked at her, trying to think of the visit to the doctor. 

"I agreed to have this done to me Pam? I don't remember much of it at all. To tell you the truth, I can hardly remember anything since the party."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers.

"Oh honey, that's the medicine working. I'm sure you'll remember more as you recover. Now, let's say we get you up and get the blood circulating again. We want to look our best even in the worst conditions."

She pulled back the covers and took my hand, helping me as I slid my feet out on the floor and sat up. I could feel the new weight on my chest shifting and pulling against my skin. A sharp stabbing pain was in my side.

"That's it Nancy, now just stand up, don't worry I have you if you fall." Pam smiled at me as I ready myself to stand.

"My side, it hurts Pam"

"Your ok Hon, just stand up, your alright." She pulled up on my arm lightly.

I strained to get up onto my feet and steady myself as she held me. 

"Let's get you out of that silly hospital gown and freshen you up. Then you can relax in the living room."

I just nodded as Pam walked me slowly to the washroom and stood me at the bathroom counter. She reached up and untied the gown and let it fall from me. Pam smiled as you both looked at the reflection in the mirror.

"Oh Nancy, aren't they just beautiful? And look at how she tucked your sides in." She gleefully said.

I stood in a trance looking at what Wendy did to me. My breasts looked perfectly suited for my size and she had somehow tucked in my sides to make my hips look fuller, more feminine.

"Wendy told me as soon as the hormones kick in, you will soften and smooth out even more. She also said that your boobs might even grow a little more, especially if it runs in the family. Was your mother busty Nancy?"

I thought of my mother and my three sisters, all of which were top heavy. I remember my sisters would complain how guys would just be interested in their chests more then their minds.

"Yes Pam, she was, my sisters were as well."

"Well you might be blessed with a c cup if not a d cup if you're lucky. Now get yourself washed up and meet me back in the bedroom. I have something you can wear."

"Yes Pam, thank-you." I said squirting some tooth paste on my brush. 

I watched my breasts jiggled and sway back and forth as I brushed my teeth. It felt so strange to have something tugging every time I moved.

I finished up and walked back out in the bedroom. Pam was holding a red satin robe.

"Here Nancy, you can wear this for now. You don't want to have anything irritating your breasts right now. In a few days we can fit you with your own bra."

She gently helped me slip my arms through the robe sleeves and tied the front with the satin belt, making sure it wasn't too tight against my waist.

"Do you see how nice it fits on you now? We won't have to worry about any padding anymore. Come Nancy, let me get you something to eat. I bet your starving."

The cool satin actually felt nice against my breasts as I followed her to the kitchen. She watched me with a close eye making sure I wouldn't stumble.

"So Nancy, maybe you should eat something light for now. I think its best we nurse you back slowly."

"Yes Pam, I think your right, um, is Buzz going to drop by today?"

She turned to me and smile, placing a glass of orange juice in front of me. "Miss him already dear?

I blushed,"No, well, yes, I mean, I need to talk to him."

"You'll have plenty of time to talk with him sweetheart. Let's just concentrate on you getting healthy again. Grilled cheese sound ok for you?"

I sipped my orange juice and sat the glass down. "Yes, that would be fine thank-you."

My eyes glance down to the front of my robe. I just couldn't get over the fact I had breasts. It seemed so embarrassing with them sticking out like this. I closed my robe tighter together and looked up to Mrs. Markus smiling at me.

"It's alright Nancy. In no time you will get use to them. I'm sure you will just love the way you look when you're feeling better. Now you eat your sandwich and I'll get some make-up. Remember what I always say. Looking good is feeling good." She said sitting down my sandwich and walking out of the kitchen.

I was just finishing up when she walked in with her make-up bag.

"So are we all set?"

I nodded yes and pushed my empty plate away as she pulled me out from the table.

"I bet that feels better to have something in your stomach. Now I'll add some color back to your face and you'll just look like your old self."

Pam worked away on my face. I was watching everything she picked up off the table.

"I can already see a difference Nancy. Buzz will be so happy to know your feeling and looking better. Could you slip the robe off of your shoulders Nancy? I want to wet your hair and get the tangles out of it."

I loosened up the belt and Pam pushed the robe down. just above the top of my boobs.

"Jeeze, I wouldn't have even noticed. What a wonderful place to put it."

"Put what Pam?" I asked wondering what she was talking about.

"Your patch, I didn't even notice it, it blends in so naturally with your skin."

"What patch, what are you talking about?" I felt a slight panic attack.

"That's where Wendy placed your hormone and medicine patch. She was telling me about that the other day. Such a marvel idea and you don't have to remember when to take pills."

"I don't remember anything about a patch." I said feeling somewhat trick. She sprayed a mist of water over my hair.

"You have such soft and wavy hair Nancy; it's going to look so lovely once it grows out." She said starting to comb it out.

"Um,, Pam, I don't think it will grow out that much once this is all over. I mean this was going to be just till Buzz secures his position. I feel so weird doing all of this, especially with the implants and hormones."

"Well we really don't know how long its going to take do we? I just don't get you Nancy. Your acting like being a girl is terrible or something alien. But look at you, anyone can tell this is so right for you."

She carefully pulled my robe back onto my shoulders.

"Go into the living room and we'll watch some TV. I'll get us some coffee."

I slowly stood up and made my way to the living room and sat down on the couch. I was feeling a little better now that I had something to eat.

Picking up the remote, I looked up at the TV. and was shocked to see a framed picture of Buzz and I standing together in our hotel room. It made me feel warm inside seeing that we really did make the perfect couple. Buzz was so handsome in his suit and that gown I was wearing looked so beautiful on me.

Pam came out with our coffees and noticed me looking at the picture.

"Don't you just love how it turned out Nancy? You were just glowing that night."

I blushed and turned the TV on, not saying anything.

For the rest of the day I just relaxed while Pam did her daily routine of cleaning and straightening the house. She brought me lunch and later some snacks. She was so busy and I felt guilty not being able to help.

"Did Buzz phone yet?" I asked as she passed with the vacuum.

"No he hasn't. He probably won't be calling at all being so busy with his new office. I would think probably tomorrow. You just have to be patient Nancy, I know you miss him but he's a very busy man now."

She had it all wrong. I didn't miss him. I mean, ok, just a little bit but I needed to talk to him. I dazed out for a second as I tried to think what is was that was so important to tell him.

I fell asleep for a while and was awoken by Pam telling me dinner was ready. I wasn't even hungry as she helped me up and walked me to the kitchen. I did feel much stronger then I did earlier.

We both sat down and started to eat our dinner.

"I was thinking of taking you shopping tomorrow if you're feeling better Nancy."

"Shopping?" I took a bite of my potato.

"Well it's just that I thought if you were feeling better it would be a good time to get you some clothes of your own."

"But I thought I could just wear your nieces Pam." I said looking at her.

"Oh don't be silly" She laughed. "Not only are her clothes outdated but you're slightly larger in the bosom. She was only a 34b and by the looks of it your at least a 36c and growing."

I slowly took another bite full, taking in the fact that I now had breasts.

"After dinner, I want you to go up and lay down. I want you to get a good nights rest."

"Yes Pam, that sounds like a good idea. I still feel tired."

"That's because you had such a busy past few days. I'm sure tomorrow you will feel a 100 percent."

We finished eating and Pam helped me to my room and tucked me in under the covers.

"You have a good sleep and I'll see you in the morning." Pam said bending down and kissing my forehead.

The next morning I was feeling great. I was happily humming in the shower as I soaped myself up. I even smiled at the way my boobs would jiggle about with every move I made.

This really wasn't that big of a deal. So what, I had boobs. At least the clothes will fit properly now and I won't have to stuff the bra with stockings. I just can't wait to see what clothes I'll be getting today.

"Is that you singing in there?" Pam said as she opened the bathroom door." My little girl is feeling much better today I see."

"Good morning Pam." I said shutting the shower off. "I feel just perfect. Could you hand me a towel please?"

She slid the towel between the curtain.

"Do you need any help Nancy?"

I took the towel and wrapped it around me, modestly covering myself and opening the curtain.

"No thanks Pam, I think I'll be just fine."

"Ok Nancy, um, I laid out some clothes for you."

"Pam. Thank-you, thank-you for everything."

"Aw, you're welcome Nancy. I'm just glad your feeling better. I'll meet you downstairs when you're finished."

"Ok Pam, I shouldn't be too long, I'll hurry."

I dried myself off and carefully started on my make-up. For some reason, I wanted to make it look perfect. I mean if you're going to put make-up on, then it should look nice. Being told that I had nice eyes, I wanted to accent them more. I made my lashes thicker and fuller with my mascara. Buzz use to always comment about girls eyes. He loved that part of a girl. A little eye shadow, blush and glossy red lips finished my look. I was so pleased as I combed out my hair.

Maybe Pam was right. If I did let my hair grow out, I could do so much more with it. I sprayed a little perfume on me and walked to my bedroom.

Pam had laid out my clothes that I wore at the doctor's office. They had been washed and iron but I was still disappointed that it was still the same clothes. I did notice a different bra. It had to be Pam's because we were about the same size now. I was careful slipping it on so not to irritate the stitches. The way the bra held my boobs was much better. They felt snug against me, supported.

I slipped on my panties and it was then I was reminded of who I really was. My cock was shriveled up against my balls. It just looked so foreign to me. It just didn't fit anymore. I least I didn't need to be embarrassed with it bulging out through my skirt.

Pam had placed a new pair of pantyhose still in the package which I tore open. It was so convenient to wear instead of the stockings. Slipping on my skirt and blouse, I was ready to go. I looked in the mirror, wiggling my foot inside my heels. This felt so right. I think everything is going to be ok now.

Pam was waiting for me at the front door.

"Your just glowing Nancy. You look wonderful"

I smiled. "Thank-you Pam."

"I have something for you that you left at the hotel Nancy"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your rings, remember?"

I gushed as I took them from her and slipped them on my finger.

She smiled and opened the door as we both walked out to her car.

Pam drove us to the biggest mall in the city. I couldn't believe how excited I was. Usually I hated going anywhere near a mall but that all vanished as we got out of the car and headed in.

"Nancy, there's a darling boutique I want to stop at first. It will have all the intimate things for you and they will fit you properly with a bra. That's so important for comfort, let alone support."

I just smiled and nodded as we walked together through the crowded mall. I just loved how the older men sitting in the middle of the mall would look at us. I felt so happy being noticed.

"Here we are Nancy." She said as she opened the door of the boutique.

I followed her in and glanced at all of the manikins and half body shapes with beautiful bra and panty sets. Long plastic legs were displayed all around with an assortment of stockings with different colors and designs.

"May I help you ladies?" A young woman asked.

"Hi, we just love what you have in your store. My future daughter needs to be fitted with a bra. I told her how your store specializes in that."

"Yes, that's not a problem. Just let me take your measurement and I'll show you what we have. Is there anything particular that you were thinking of?" She asked reaching down under the counter for a measuring tape.

"I would like something nice, maybe a little flirty but with good support." I blurted out.

Pam was pleasantly shocked the way I spoke up. I could only blush at her and smile.

"I know exactly what you mean. Just lift your arms up and I'll take your measurement."

I lifted my arms slightly as she slipped the measuring tape around my boobs and snuggly pulled it tight.

"Almost a 36c. Follow me to the back and I'll show you what we have. I think you'll just love what I have in mind for you."

Pam and I both followed her to the back of the store.

"Just give me a minute, feel free to look around."

With that she disappeared in the back room while Pam and I browse the shelves.

"Oh Nancy look, I just love these." Pam excitedly said.

Pam was holding up a little sheer black panty. "Don't they just look so sexy?"

"Do they have my size Pam?"

"We have all sizes". The saleslady said coming out with some boxes.

"I would just love to have that set. Is that ok Pam?"

"You can have anything you desire. This is your day Nancy."

We spent about an hour in the boutique. The saleslady took my hip size for the panties. I was sort of glad that the doctor tapered my waist in. At least I did measure a hip size though it would be nice to have them a little bigger.

Everything the saleslady showed me I wanted. By the time we left the store I had seven different assortments of bras and panties. I liked the push-up bras the best. I even talked myself into buying a garter belt and stockings to match one of the sets.

We continued to browse the stores.Everyonce in a while we would stop and go in and pick up a few small things.

"I really would love to get some jeans Pam."

"You have such lovely legs Nancy. Why would you ever want to cover them up?"

"I don't know, it's just that if I wanted to do something outside or play around, I would have something appropriate."

"Well we could have a look, but I still like to see you with some nice skirts and dresses. I know that Buzz always likes a girl wearing that."

We stopped outside a store that was chick and upscale. The different styles were so fresh and fun.

"Let's have a look in here. I'm sure we can get everything we need in here." Pam said opening the door.

The loud music was playing through out the store as we looked at the skirts hanging on the round display hangers.

"Oh look at these Nancy?" 

I looked at what Pam was holding up. A nice black school type pleated skirt. I smiled as she placed them in our basket. We added a few more different skirts to the basket and then came to the jean isle.

"Please Pam, let me at least try a pair on. I would really like to have a pair." I pleaded.

"Are you sure? I'm not agreeing to this. Isn't there a nice pair of slacks you would want instead?" 

I just held them against me and looked at her. She smiled and nodded yes.

"You go ahead and try them on Nancy, I'll pick out a few tops for you till you come out."

I squealed with delight and rushed off to the change room in the back of the store. There was only one room left empty which I scurried in and shut the door. I wiggled my skirt to the floor and slid the jeans up. They were a little snug on my thighs but did up ok at my waist. I was happy thinking that I was gaining a little of my old self back with jeans on.

"Here Nancy, put this top on so we can see what you look like in your new jeans." Pam said standing outside the change room.

Opening the door slightly, I took the black cotton top from her. I quickly unbutton my blouse and took it off. I was so bored with my outfit. I have been wearing them for so long now. Finally I had my own clothes I thought pulling the top over my head and giggled as it got hung up on my boobs.

As I tucked it in my jeans and smoothed it out I noticed the writing on the front. I blushed as it read "Sassy" in sparkles.




The Party Ch. 03



"Come on out Nancy. I want to see how you looked."

Opening the door, I stepped out. 

"Look at you Nancy. Your right, the jeans do look ok on you. I thought for sure it would take away some of your feminine looks."

I blushed again slightly as she maneuvered around me looking and tugging.

"We have a small problem here Nancy. "

"What Pam? It feels fine."

"Come look in the mirror Nancy. Just stand there and I'll show you."

I walked to the one mirror close to the change room and stood in front of it. It was ok and I just loved how my breasts stretched the lettering of the top out. I could just imagine how the guys will just drool seeing me in this.

"What's the matter with this Pam? I think it looks great."

Pam placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me half way.

"Look how baggy the bum is Nancy. You can't wear these like this."

I groaned seeing how flat my bum was. Everything was so perfect with the clothes fitting me except for that. Tears came to my eyes.

Pam seen my reaction and rubbed my shoulder softly.

"Don't worry Nancy. Give it time and I'm sure you will fill it out nicely. Let's get you the jeans anyways, that way we can see how you're coming along in the next few weeks."

I felt so heart broken standing in front of the mirror.

"Here Nancy, put this skirt on. The way it's shaped will make it look like you have a nice tush. I'll tell the saleslady that you will be wearing your new clothes out of the store."

I nodded and took the skirt from her and walked back into the change room. Slipping my jeans off and then pulling up the skirt. It fit me fine and it was nice how it flared from my hips covering my flat bum. The beige color seemed to match my top perfectly. I guess this wasn't so bad after all.

I opened the door of the change room and saw that Pam was at the front, paying for my clothes. Making my way slowly through the store, I would stop and pull out a dress to see how it would look.

"There's always next week Nancy?" Pam shouted." We don't have to buy the store out today."

Everyone in the store laughed as I slipped the dress back in its place and walked up to Pam.

"I guess we can leave something on the racks." I smiled.

We left the store and stood in the mall with all our bags. As Pam started to talk to me it felt like my mind was drifting away. My face felt flush and I was feeling hot.

"You ok hon? You're not looking very well right now. Maybe we should sit down for a bit." 

"I, um, I think I'm ok Pam."

"Maybe you had enough excitement for the day. I'll take you home and we can go out shopping some other time. Here, let me take some of your bags."

"Thanks Pam, maybe I should go home and rest awhile"

We headed back to the car and then drove home. Pam helped me out of the car and took me into the house, sitting me down in the living room. I felt so winded and flush.

"I'll get you some tea Nancy. You just rest here."

I just nodded and sat blankly staring at the picture of Buzz and I on top of the TV. What am I doing to myself? This isn't right at all. I don't want to do this anymore. That's what I wanted to tell Buzz. I remember now, I have some sort of a plan to get me out of this.

"Here we go Nancy; I have a nice surprise for you as well."

I was startled as she walked in the room. She could see the distant look in my face.

"I brought you a nice piece of chocolate fudge cake with your tea. Guarantee to take the blues away."

I watched as she laid the tray down and saw a huge piece of chocolate cake with deep chocolate icing poured over it. 

"I know it's a big piece Nancy, but you enjoy yourself. You deserve it." Pam smiled as she nudged the piece towards me.

How did she know this was my favorite cake?

I picked up a fork and broke a small piece of the cake and placed it in my mouth. The flavor was so intense as it seemed to melt in my mouth. I quickly took another bite.

"Oh Pam, this is the best cake ever." I said trying not to spill any out of my mouth.

"I knew you would love it Nancy. I wish I could have a piece but its way to fattening for me. I can't afford the added pounds. But you could use a little weight in the right places couldn't you Nancy?"

Pam smiled as she watched me gulp down another piece.

"Oh by the way. Buzz phoned and said that he was dropping by after work. He's dropping off Jessica at her house and then he'll be right over. I was thinking if you were feeling better, you could put on one of your new outfits for him. You know, just something nice for him to see that you're feeling better."

He was driving Jessica home? That bitch has Buzz driving her home? I wonder if he does that all the time. I don't think I like that at all. She should find her own way home. Buzz should be coming home to me right after work, not being with that slut. 

"After you finish eating you should rest for awhile and then we'll get you ready. It's so nice for Buzz to be dropping home after being so busy with his new job."

I finished the cake and sat the plate down.

If that bitch thinks she can steal Buzz away from me well, she can think again.

"Its ok Pam, I'm feeling much better. I think I'll get ready right now"

I'll show her... Buzz and I go back for years. How can she possibly think she could steal him from me? Ha, what a fool she is.

I got up from the couch, determined to show Jessica who is better. 

Pam stood there watching me. She knew exactly what was in my mind without me saying. 

"I'm so proud of you Nancy."

I smiled and headed to my room. 

I felt anew taking off my clothes. Images of Buzz and Jessica were in my mind as I went into the bathroom. I'm going to make myself look so nice, Buzz will never give her another look.

I smiled at myself through the mirror and ran the palms of my hands over my breasts. And there is no way Buzz can resist these.

Pam had stocked my bathroom with everything. I pick up a tube of hair remover. I always remembered my mom and sisters used it and I just didn't want to be bothered shaving all the time. I squirted some on my hand and covered everything except for my head and face. My skin tingled as I let it do its work.

My mind drifted. 

Pam never said when Buzz would be home. What happens if I'm not ready for him? That wouldn't be good. Pam always said a woman should be ready for her man all the time. Look her best.

I hopped in the shower and rinsed off the hair and soap myself up in a nice lather. My boobs swayed and jiggled as I bent my head forward to wash my hair under the spray. I just can't believe how different it felt having that constant pressure against my chest moving all the time. But I was happy that my boobs were this size. It's a good thing Wendy didn't make them small. Buzz just loves big tits.

Wrapping myself up in a fluffy towel, I stood in front of the mirror.

"Ok Nancy, do your magic" I said looking at myself.

Everything I remembered that Pam did, what Vicky said and what I saw my sisters do came to my mind. I was going to make myself beautiful. This was coming so easy for me to do. I knew exactly what shades and colors matched and reflected my personality. My hands moved quickly applying my make-up on. I didn't want to over do it, just something subtle and nice.

After finishing with my make-up, I toyed with my hair... There was nothing I could do with it, it's just too short. I combed a part in the middle then tried parting it at the side. Nothing seems to give me the look I wanted. This was becoming frustrating. Maybe I could get a wig or something till my hair grows out. I mean, I wouldn't have to wear it all the time. 

"Nancy, could you pass me the hair spray? " Pam said outside the closed door.

I quickly looked for the hair spray and opened the door.

"Here you go Pam. Are you going out?"

"Yes Nancy, I'm going out with Wendy. We always go out on Tuesday nights for coffee and a little chat. How are you doing? You need any help?"

"It's just my hair, I just don't like it. It's just too bland."

Pam smiled. "Here, let me see what I can do. I'm sure we can get it looking nice."

I sat down on the toilet as Pam combed out my hair, twisting the comb slightly. 

"What time did Buzz say he was coming over?"

"He never said but I think he will be home shortly. I told him that you wanted to talk with him."

I sat thinking. What was it that I wanted to tell him? Why do I always forget what it is? Oh well, I'm sure it will come back to me by the time he gets here.

"There you go Nancy. I think your hair looks very nice. And I must say you're doing a great job on your make-up. I'm very impressed."

I stood up and looked in the mirror and smiled. Pam did have a knack at making my hair look nice. She's so helpful.

"Do you need help getting dressed Nancy or do you think you'll be ok?"

I was still looking in the mirror, turning my head and looking to make sure everything was perfect. 

"Um, I think I'll be fine. Pam, do you have any earrings? All I have are those clip on type from the party and they really don't match with my make-up."

"All I have are for pierce ears Nancy. Maybe we could get your ears pierce tomorrow, if you want."

I smiled." I would like that Pam and maybe be could do some more shopping. I would love to get some dresses. I love what we bought today but we never had a chance to buy any dresses."

"Sounds like a plan Nancy." 

Pam smiled as she closed the door with her hair spray.

I looked back in the mirror. I wonder if Buzz will notice that I'm not wearing earrings. It would really top off my look if I had some. Do guys even notice things like that? 

I opened the door and dropped my towel as I went to my bedroom. The bags of clothes that I bought were still lying next to the bed. I was going to lay out everything out on the bed just to see what Pam picked out for me when I was in the change room.  

I opened one of the bags and poured the skirts and tops out on the bed cover. The black pleated skirt was a must. After all, it was the first one we picked out. I picked up each top and held it against me. It looked like Pam picked every style there was. I had halters, dressy camisoles and your typical tank tops with little cute sayings, all in different stripes and colors. I laid a sheer white camisole along with my skirt. 

Dumping out the other bag, I rummage through my assortments of bras and panties and then picking up a white lace thong and matching bra.

I smiled to myself thinking how the sheer top would show off the lace bra. Buzz's eyes would definitely stick out, that and maybe something else. With that in mind, I bashfully smeared my ass with the Vaseline I was given from Vicky. Pam always told me to be prepared. 

Slipping on my panties and wiggling the thong between my cheeks, I took a pair of white stockings and rolled them up my legs. I just loved the way they hugged my thighs and how they made my legs feel so soft and silky. It felt like a constant cool breeze blowing against them.

My skirt was my favorite. I smiled happily to myself as I pulled it up and zipped up the back. Just the way it sat on my hips and flared slightly out looked so pretty. I bet my top will look perfect with this skirt.

I walked over to the mirror, slipping the bra around my tummy and clasping the back. I slid it back around and pulled it up slowly over my tender boobs. The bra lifted them so nicely together and I just loved the support it gave me. It is quite annoying having them swinging around all the time.

Buzz is just going to love this. I smiled, lacing up the small amount of silk ribbon on the camisole. There was no way Jessica has anything over me. Just look at how my camisole shows off my boobs, incasing around my breasts and leaving just enough cleavage to be daring.

I headed out of my bedroom and went down to the living room, peering out through the curtains to see if Buzz was pulling up.

I wish I knew what time he was going to be here. Maybe I should phone him. No, he wouldn't like that. But what happens if he forgets to come home. What if that Jessica keeps him with her? 

I paced back and forth, walking into the kitchen then walking back out looking through the curtains. I must have done that for an hour with my stomach fluttering like a bag of butterflies.

It was about seven o'clock when Buzz finally pulled up in front of the house. Why was he so late? I know he's off work at five so why the two hour delay? I walked up and stood at the front door, waiting for him to open it up. The door knob twisted in slow motion.

Buzz walked in and shut the door behind him. He hadn't even looked up yet to me standing there.

"Hi Buzz"

He locked the door and turned looking at me for the first time since he saw me at the hospital.

"Hi Nancy, how are you feeling?"

How am I feeling? He's two hours late and he's asking how I was feeling. 

"I'm fine Buzz and how are you?" I said, his eyes darting down to my breasts.

"What's the matter babe?" 

He walked to me as I pulled my eyes away from him. I felt his hand slide along my arms.

"I missed you Nancy. I called you a few times but you were always resting. I didn't want to bother you."

I turned my eyes back and looked up at him.

"You phoned? A few times?"

"Of course Nancy, I was so worried about you."

He was softly rubbing my arms, his eyes looking into mine and then secretly shifting to my tits. He then pulled me to him, hugging me tight. I felt him kiss the top of my head.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I hug him back.

"Oh Buzz, I feel so alone without you and then I find out your driving Jessica home and then your late." I sniffled.

His hands went to my shoulders and pushed me back so he could look at me.

"Don't cry Nancy, I'm here now babe, I won't leave you."

I felt so stupid and embarrassed that I was crying. I giggled in a brave way as I wiped away the tears. I looked up at him and he was smiling that beautiful smile of his. He leaned down and gave me a kiss.

My legs went weak and I froze, savoring his wonderful kiss.

He stopped his kiss and I stood motionless with my eyes still shut and lips wet.

"Come Nancy" He whispered taking my hand and walking to his bedroom.

I had been in his room so many times before as we grew up. Many of nights we would stay up and talk about things together. But this time it felt different. As I entered his bedroom, it made me feel like I crossed over some forbidden ground. A small desk lamp glowed in the corner The room made me feel so submissively feminine.

He twirled me around in front of him and held me tight again, his lips meeting mine. Our tongues meshed together as his hands roamed all over my back.

"Oh Nancy, I dreamt of doing this when I saw you again. You look so beautiful" 

A soft moan escaped my mouth when he said that. I felt so close and needed by him. My hands fell to the front of his pants as he tilted my head back, giving me soft kisses along my neck and ears. My whole body shivered as I fumbled with his belt and then his zipper. I wanted to please him so much.

His mouth returned to mine, kissing me with more pressure.

"Nancy, you're amazing." He whispered.

His pants fell to the floor in a heap 

He stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbutton his shirt and pretty well tore it off. 

His muscles flexes as he bent down, slipping his briefs off. His cock swayed as he stood back up.

I felt lost looking at him and he sensed this.

"Do you care for me Nancy?" He asked slowly and quietly

I blinked a few times, still unsure of myself.

"Yes Buzz, you know I do." I said looking up into his eyes.

"Then show me how much you care Nancy."

Buzz reached out and gently pushed downward on my shoulders. 

I surrendered under his eyes and knelt down in front of him.

"That's my girl." His voice rasped." Show me how much you care."

His cock bobbed in front of my face as I fought my emotions. I wanted to do this for him. I had to prove to him that I could be his girl and that he needed to me. 

I watched as my hands moved up and softly caress his cock. It pulsed as my fingers circled around his hard shaft, stroking him with my breath inches away.

His breathing was becoming heavy as my tongue stretch out and touched the head. The velvet skin of his cock pushed my lips apart, opening my mouth. 

My mind was racing as I looked up at him. His glazed eyes watched his cock slip further in my mouth.

"That's it Nancy, that feels so good"

His encouragement made me moan as I pulled back a little then moved forward, sliding him deeper in my mouth. 

I placed my hands on the side of his thighs and quicken my pace. I valleyed my tongue for his cock and tightened my lips. His precum oozed into my mouth. My mind flashed to me tasting his cum back in the hotel bathroom.

His low moans excited me. My breasts ached in a pleasurable way as I lifted my mouth off of him and licked up the sides of his shaft. I felt his body tremble under my power. 

My tongue slithered down to the base of his heavy cock, the wetness of the head smearing against my cheek as I showered soft kisses and tiny licks slowly down to his balls, brushing my lips against the soft skin.

Buzz reach down and lifted his cock out of my way, exposing his big balls. I hungrily slipped them in my mouth, sucking on them ever so gently.

"Oh my god Nancy." Buzz grunted.

I strain my eyes up and watched Buzz thumbing the head of his cock with his eyes shut tightly.

I slip my one hand around and between his legs, cupping his balls as my tongue traveled up his shaft then to the underside of his cock head. My tongue wrestled his thumb away as my lips covered the tip

His hips bucked as I slipped him back into my mouth. Buzz's hands fell to my head, twisting his fingers in my hair.

"That's it Nancy, you dirty little cocksucker."

I groaned inside at what he called me. He made me feel cheap. I hate when he calls me those names. Doesn't he understand that I'm doing this because I loved him?

I stopped and hesitated. Did I just say I loved him? 

"Don't stop now bitch." Buzz growled as he pulled my head back by my hair, forcing his cock deep in my mouth. His cock bumped the back of my throat, making me gag.

He rocked his hips letting his cock freely fuck my mouth. His cock was throbbing and hot as it slid over my tongue. I was trying to adjust my jaw so I wouldn't choke me so much and to breathe better.

Buzz stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gasped as he stood back, stroking his cock in his fist.

"Nancy, show me your tits. I want to be the first one to cum on those luscious mounds."

His eyes were still glazed as he watched and waited for me. 

"Buzz,,,thier still too tender and sore. I have to be careful"

"Don't worry Nancy, I won't touch them, I just want to shoot my hot cum on them. You want that don't you? You want my hot load covering your tits don't you?"

His hand was rapidly moving up and down his cock. I was feeling a little cheated and used. Is that what he thinks what I want? I mean, I guess I wanted to do it, but I wanted to do it out of caring and love, not because of just sex. He was so insensitive that way.

I reached up and undid the ties to my camisole and lifted it over my head. I heard him moan as he saw my boobs jiggle as I toss the top to the side. 

"Take that dam bra off Nancy. I want to see those melons."

I slid the straps off of my shoulders, catching the cups in my hands.

"Come on your slut; hurry it up before I exploded all over your fucking face."

I was shocked and taken aback as I pulled my bra away, letting my breasts fall free. Buzz stepped forward and jerked his cock faster with more determination as he stared at my boobs.

"Here I cum Nancy, Here it comes!"

His hips jerked as he aimed his cock inches away from my tits. A few more strokes of his cock and then it erupted, his cum shot out in quick spurts.




The Party Ch. 03



Note: This story is the third episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.

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Janet finally rolled over and sat up. Once she was sitting up she leaned over and gently kissed my forehead. It felt like the kind of kiss a mother gives to her little boy.

"Thank you Robbie, that felt wonderful." She patted my head and whispered, "Now I want you to lick my pussy."

I looked up at my wife. I didn't move. The vision of Brad Thomas fucking her less than two hours earlier was burned into my brain and I clearly remembered that he wasn't wearing a condom.

Janet noticed my reticence and immediately understood my concern. "Yes Robbie Brad Thomas fucked me tonight and he did cum inside me." She sighed. "Baby if you're going to be my slave, you're going to have to get used to the idea of licking me after I've been with another man."

Janet smiled at me. "you know, this won't be the first time you've done it."

I stared at Janet.

"If I remember correctly you did it for the very first time on our second date."

I kept looking at Janet. I was on my knees. She was now my Mistress. I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to act.

"You took me to dinner at the Kensington Grill that night. Do you remember?"

I nodded.

"Do you remember that I was a little flustered when you arrived. I wasn't quite ready and I was racing around trying to get dressed while you waited in the living room."

I nodded again. 

Suddenly Janet stopped. She stared at me for a moment and then she smiled and patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Baby come up here and sit next to me."

I got up and sat on the couch next to Janet. 

As soon as I was seated she said, "Baby we're going to have to figure out some rules for this game we're playing." She picked up my hand and squeezed it. "I don't want to gain a slave and lose my husband. Robbie I still want to be able to talk with you, eat dinners with you, go for walks with and do all of the wonderful things we do together. Baby you're the love of my life. I don't ever want to give you up." She shrugged. "I don't know how we'll work all of this out. We're both smart people so I am certain that we will, but I know that I want to continue being me and I want you to continue being you."

I smiled at Janet. "I would like that."

She put her arms around me and kissed me. We kissed for a long time. 

Janet finally broke off the kiss and looked at me. "Robbie do you want to hear about what happened on our second date or will it make you feel too bad?"

I shrugged. "It might make me feel bad, but if I'm going to be your cuckold, I'd better get use to this. Tell me the rest of the story."

"Do you remember that night?'

"Yes, I remember it very well. When I arrived you really did seem to be flustered. You were way behind schedule. I had to wait in the living room while you took a shower."

"Robbie do you remember passing a man on the stairs when you walked up to my apartment?"

"Maybe, I don't actually recall that. It was two and a half years ago now. I really wasn't paying much attention. I was awfully excited about seeing you."

Janet kissed my cheek and giggled. "You're so sweet."

Suddenly I grasped what Janet was trying to tell me. "Were you with another guy before I got there that day?"

Janet nodded. "It was Jerry Freeman. He just kind of dropped by in the middle of the afternoon. I tried to get him to go, but he was very persistent and baby I've never been very good at saying no." She shrugged. "Jerry kissed me and I melted. The next thing I knew we were in my bedroom. Both of us were naked and Jerry was fucking me."

She sighed. "Jerry fucked me three times that afternoon. The third time he fucked me he was like that battery bunny on television. He just kept going and going. I couldn't make him cum. I finally had to get him off by sucking his cock. It was the only way I could get him to leave."

Janet shook her head. "The first two times he fucked me he filled me up with about a gallon of semen. I tried to wash it out of me while I was taking a shower, but I was still leaking while we were having dinner at the Kensington Grill."

Janet stared into my eyes. "By our second date I was already madly in love with you. I was so worried that you were going to figure out what I'd done and dump me."

I picked up Janet's hand and held it. "I was already in love with you to. I don't know what I would have done if I'd found out, but I suspect that we would have found a way to get through it."

Janet squeezed my hand. "Robbie you're a wonderful man."

I winked at her. "And I'm just learning how to be a wonderful cuckold slave. Tell me the rest of the story."

"There really isn't much more to tell. If you remember, I suggested that we go back to your place rather than mine. I was certain there was a big wet spot in the middle of my bed."

Janet giggled. "That was the first time you ate my pussy."

I nodded. "I gather it was also the first time that you served me a cream pie."

Janet raised her eyebrows. "That's certainly an interesting way to put it."

"It's a phrase from one of the cuckold web sites."

"I assumed it was." 

Janet reached down and massaged my crotch with her hand. I had an erection. She giggled. "It feels like my cuckold slaveboy is ready for another cream pie." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Is my little cuckboy ready for some late night dessert?" 

I took a deep breath and slipped off the couch. As I kneeled between Janet's legs I looked up at her and asked, "Do I have a choice?"

She grinned at me. "Not unless you want to get spanked." 

I was just about to kiss Janet's pussy when she stopped me. 

"Cuckboy wait for a moment. I want to resolve something before we go any further."

I looked up at Janet. I was about to speak when she put her hand up and stopped me. "Slave you are on your knees. This is our first rule. When you are on your knees you will not speak without first getting permission from me. If you wish to speak you must say, Mistress Janet may I have permission to speak." 

She paused and looked at me. "I may or may not grant that permission. It will depend on the situation and my mood. If I do not grant you permission and you choose to speak anyway, I promise you that you will be severely punished. Do you understand me?"

I nodded. I was careful not to speak.

Janet smiled. "That's very good slaveboy. Obedience is a virtue for you."

Janet sat back on the couch and relaxed. She looked like a woman who enjoyed being in control and I was quite certain that my impression was correct.

I patiently waited on my knees for Janet to speak again. She took her time. I think she was establishing her dominance.

Finally she said, "Cucky earlier tonight you were very hesitant about discussing exactly what you saw at the party. Before you lick me, I would like to try talking about it again. Will you talk about it now? You have my permission to speak." After a moment she added, "Slave if you are not ready to talk about it, it will be all right for you to tell me that."

I took a deep breath. "Mistress Janet, I believe that I am ready to talk about it now."

Janet smiled at me. "Very good, Robbie I want you to hold your penis in your hand. You may squeeze it, but be gentle. You must not cum right now. If you cum I will punish you." 

Janet leaned forward. "Robbie do you understand that from now on you will always have to get my permission before you're allowed to cum? You may answer me." 

Orgasm denial was of course a staple of the cuck web sites so this wasn't a surprise for me.

I looked up at Janet. "Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."

Janet nodded. "Good, Robbie you are being very obedient right now, that pleases me."

I grinned. I was Janet's slave. She was my Mistress. Pleasing her was now my primary goal.

Janet grabbed my upper arm and held it. "Robbie I want you to squeeze your penis." Janet was whispering. Her voice was just barely audible.

"I want you to squeeze your penis and think about what you saw when you opened the bedroom door at the party tonight."

I closed my eyes and remembered the moment when I first looked into the bedroom. It wasn't difficult, the image was burned into my mind.

"Robbie, tell me what you saw."

"Mistress Janet, you and Brad Thomas were on the bed. Both of you were naked. You were lying on your back. Brad was on top of you."

"Robbie refer to him as Mr. Thomas. You must never again call my male friends by their first names. They are now your superiors."

I took a deep breath. This was my deepest fantasy coming true.

"Robbie, what was Mr. Thomas doing to me?"

"He was fucking you Mistress Janet."

"Did seeing that excite you?"

"Yes Mistress Janet, very much."

"Did you enjoy watching?"

"Yes, very much but..." I hesitated.

Janet reached down and picked up my hand. "Tell me baby, it's okay."

"I was shocked and my feelings were hurt. I was also embarrassed."

Janet took my hand. "Robbie, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. Please understand that I love you. I enjoyed it when Brad fucked me tonight, but I don't love him. Robbie, you're the only man I will ever love."

I looked up at Janet. She was smiling at me. It was a warm and tender smile. I took a deep breath and said, "Mistress, I love you to."

"Even if I let other men fuck me?'

"Yes, even if you let other men fuck you."

Janet took a deep breath. "You understand that I am going to keep doing that."

"Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."

"Are you willing to accept that?"

"Yes Mistress Janet, I am."

"I'm going to bring some of these men to our house. As my slave I will expect you to wait on them. Robbie are you willing to agree to that?"

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. Janet was demanding total commitment. A little thrill rippled through me. I would have been disappointed if she'd demanded anything less.

I looked up at her and grinned. "Yes Mistress Janet, I'll agree to that."

Janet giggled. "Robbie honey we're going to have so much fun together."

I slowly nodded. I would have verbally agreed, but I didn't have Janet's permission to speak. 

Janet smiled at me and said, "Slave, you may now lick my cunt." 

I leaned forward and gently kissed Janet's pussy. That was all I did. I didn't lick her and I didn't suck on her clit. At this moment I was madly in love with my wife and I wanted to express that love. My kiss was a kiss of passion. I guess that you might say this was a movie kiss except that I wasn't kissing Janet on the mouth, I was kissing her cunt.

Janet giggled. "Baby that's wonderful, but I want your tongue. Robbie I'm so horny right now that I could burst. Lick me baby, lick me and make me cum."

Janet cooed as I started licking her cunt. I knew exactly how to satisfy my wife with my tongue. Janet was a good teacher and I was a willing learner. She'd taught me well.

As I kissed and licked Janet's cunt I thought about the events of the evening. Oddly, for me the high point may well have been getting to lick Janet's asshole for the second time since we met. As I continued pleasuring my Mistress I thought back to that wonderful evening when I licked her ass for the first time. 

I already mentioned that we'd been to a New Years Eve party that evening. As I thought about that night I remembered that Janet had spent the early part of the evening blatantly flirting with Don Maxwell. I also remembered that during the later part of the party Janet and Don mysteriously disappeared for over an hour. I put two and two together and smiled to myself. I was suddenly quite certain that Don fucked Janet that night. 

I stopped licking Janet's cunt and looked up at her. 

Janet looked down at me. "Baby what's wrong?'

"Mistress Janet may I have permission to speak?"

"Of course baby."

"Mistress Janet did Don Maxwell fuck you during the New Years Eve party at Sarah Bennett's house?"

Janet looked at me. "Honey whatever made you ask me about that?"

"I was just remembering the first time I got to lick your asshole."

Janet giggled. "That was a fun night wasn't it?"

I nodded. "Yes it was."

Janet got very quiet. After a moment she said, "Yes baby he did. Does that upset you?"

I grinned at Janet. "Not anymore. Now it makes that night even more exciting."

Janet reached out, grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her cunt. "Eat me cuckboy! Eat me and make me cum."

I licked Janet to two orgasms. After her second orgasm Janet pulled me up onto the couch and kissed my cheek. "Robbie honey, I am still going to let you fuck me once in a while and I am also going to give you an occasional blow job, but I'm not going to do either one for a little while. I want you to spend some time learning your place as my cuckold slave before I start doing those things again."

I nodded. "Mistress Janet, I understand." I could speak freely now. I wasn't on my knees anymore. 

Janet leaned over and whispered to me. "Would you like to masturbate while you lick my asshole?"

I smiled at Janet. "Mistress I would love that."

She giggled. "I would to. I'm going to rub my clit while you lick me. Let's see if we can both cum at the same time."

I laughed. "Your on."

Janet rolled over onto her stomach. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed my tongue into her puckered anus. As soon as my tongue was buried in Janet's ass I started stroking my cock. I noticed that Janet started rubbing her clit at the same time.

We both worked with a frenzy. It wasn't long before I felt that familiar sensation of pleasure building in my loins. At the same time I felt the tension building in Janet's body. Suddenly Janet started screaming with pleasure. At the same moment the first spurt of semen gushed from the head of my penis.

As soon as her orgasm subsided, Janet collapsed on the couch. I collapsed at the same time; only as I collapsed, I kept my face buried in Janet's ass.

I don't really know how long we lay their. It really didn't matter, both of us were in a state of nirvana. 

Janet finally rolled over and sat up. "Robbie honey I want you to give me a bath and then it will be time for us to go to bed."

I looked at Janet.

She giggled. "Honey you are my slave. Bathing me is going to be one of your regular duties."

I stood up. "I'll go draw a bath." 

As I walked into the bathroom I smiled to myself. Bathing a beautiful naked woman didn't seem at all like it was going to be an arduous chore. 

I was just getting the correct water temperature in the bathtub when Janet walked into the bathroom.

"Robbie I have one more thing that I have to tell you."

I turned and looked at Janet. "What is it?"

She took a deep breath and said, "I have a boyfriend."

I just stared at Janet. I didn't know how to react.

"His name is Jerome. We've been seeing each other for about a year now."

My stomach started turning in circles.

Janet grabbed my hand. "Baby you don't have to worry, I don't love him. I only love you. Besides he's married and he wants to stay with his wife. That's why we get along so well. We both want to stay with our spouses."

I shook my head. I was speechless. I really didn't know what to say.

"Baby I think you and Jerome will really like each other. I want to invite him to come over tomorrow night. You can be our slave and serve dinner and drinks for us. We'll talk about the menu in the morning."

Janet stepped into the bathtub. As she sat down she smiled at me. "Robbie honey, life is going to be so much fun now that everything is out in the open."



The Party Ch. 03



We didn't wait long in the driveway before a tall, athletic looking and well-dressed black gentleman in his mid to late thirties approached the taxi and introduced himself as our host. He told us that this would be our last opportunity to change our minds about participating in the day's activities before we entered the home. He asked again if we still agreed to obey every command from any of the Superiors from that point forward. He continued by saying If either or both of us did not agree to that simple premise, we would be given a taxi ride back to the drugstore with no hard feelings. I'm sure we both had second thoughts and some of the original misgivings were obviously still evident in both of us but we each felt that the promised adventure seemed to be worth the risk. Both Annie and I answered in unison that we agreed to our previously promised obeisance and, as soon as we had made that clear, we were led into the foyer of the estate-sized home where our hosts apparently lived. The gentleman added to his prior statement by saying that we would no longer be allowed to speak from that time forward unless we were required to speak by one of our Superiors, we were given permission to speak by our hosts or their guests or if we needed to respond to a direct question posed to either of us. He inquired if we understood the amended instruction and both Annie and I again assured him that we did.

I noticed that the taxi driver had not left the driveway, as of yet, but felt that he was simply waiting to see if we had changed our minds about attending the party or were not agreeable to any of the amended instructions just given to us by our host. Having completed this brief conversation in the protected area of the driveway, we followed the "host" into the foyer of the mansion.

Almost immediately upon our coming inside the home, the man startled me by straightaway commanding, "Terry, you will not need your clothing for the remainder of your stay here, so please take off your clothes." He said these words without hesitation as if he were asking if we had enjoyed our ride. His summarily directing me to strip caught me off guard and apparently I hesitated for a moment. We certainly had understood that we would be playing the submissive role on this Saturday but the command came so suddenly that I was somewhat stunned. We hadn't even been properly introduced and I was being treated so differently from Annie that the direction simply didn't instantly register. Also, because we were in a well- lighted room with windows that reached from floor to ceiling, the presence of the taxi driver sitting in his livery just outside the door and in my clear sight was even somewhat disconcerting.

My apparent hesitation did not go unnoticed and the gentleman reminded both Annie and me, "You are here solely for the entertainment of your hosts and our guests." Again addressing only me and ignoring Annie, he said, "Your clothing will not be required for any part of the remainder of that entertainment. We made it very clear to you that you were to be the sexual entertainment for this party. Part of that entertainment will include your being naked. I will enjoy your humiliation for starters; all of the guests will enjoy getting to know all of you both, later in the day." His voice remained calm as he made this statement yet the firmness in the voice was unmistakable.

He repeated, "Remove your clothing" and continued in a somewhat louder voice, "NOW, or exit through the door you just entered and don't bother us again."

I began to get undressed there in the foyer. The windows, as I said, remained uncovered and the room suddenly seemed to me to be illuminated as brightly as if an athletic contest were about to be held in this anteroom. I think that I might have been more comfortable if either he had at least first dimmed the lights or if the uncovered windows had not made my nakedness available to the taxi driver or, for that matter, any passerby. I thought about suggesting he augment our privacy by pulling the Victorian-style drapes that could have covered the windows but thought better of it before I jeopardized the continuation of the adventure Annie and I planned to experience. My comfort, or lack of same, didn't seem to be his primary interest, obviously, as he did neither and continued to look as he expected my compliance without further discussion. I'd even have been more comfortable if he had turned his back and given me a moment of privacy but none of those things happened. As I thought about it more, even Annie's fully-clothed presence was suddenly discomforting to me despite the crazy number of times that she had seen me naked before and during our marriage. I think that it was solely because I was the only one being compelled to strip that I was so self-conscious. Despite all of my misgivings, I began to disrobe.

While I undressed, our host turned to Annie and quietly instructed her to come nearer to him. He softly told Annie to go out to the taxi and ask the driver to come into the house. She was to tell him that our host had something the host wished to show the driver. If he consented, she was instructed to open his doors for him and offer her arm as an escort would and to accompany this unexpected guest back into the house. She was told that the taxi driver should be able to feel her breast against his elbow as an indication of his being welcomed during their short stroll from the taxi to the door of the foyer. He said he wanted Annie to show him how she would rub her "whore's tits", as he called them, against the taxi driver's willing arm and instructed her to demonstrate on his arm; Annie did as she was told. Then he told her that if the driver wanted to do it, he was going to allow the driver to be the one to remove Annie's clothes and see her naked after he came in. He added that the driver was extremely well endowed in the penis department (my recollection is our host claimed the driver was packing ten inches or more) and that, if the driver wanted to be the first to fuck Annie, the host would also let him do that. He didn't ask Annie how she felt about that revelation or whether it was a welcome thought but I knew how it affected her. Knowing her as I did, I was very aware of the flush of Annie's face and neck. She was embarrassed but she was also excited. He laughed softly and told Annie, "I'd be real nice to him if I were you. You want him to feel real welcome, if you get my drift."

As I removed my underwear, my last vestige of privacy from this man and those who were about to enter the room, I noticed that, in the driveway, the taxi driver and Annie were having their little discussion and that Annie had opened the taxi door. Soon the two of them were slowly making their way back into the foyer as they chatted, seemingly amiably, with the driver's forearm resting comfortably and obviously against my Annie's right breast. She opened the door for him and allowed the driver to enter the room before her; Annie followed him in at a respectful distance, and then again offered him her arm.



The Party Ch. 03



Jake clapped his hands and everything slowed "Lets give a big hand for Mrs B everyone; she truly is a magnificent cunt in every sense of the word!... I know we've all made a great investment decision with Mrs B". Wet hands eased out of Mrs B's cunt with a pop and there was loud and generous applause for her from all corners of the room... "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for... the first man to enter her is... Steven Simes! -another round of applause and a small dark man stepped forward out of the crowd. Jake tapped his shoulder; "Ok- remember the rules, you can do anything you like to Mrs B provided the next man can pump His sperm in her"—All set?-the man nodded nervously.

Mrs B waited, her body swollen and excited and dripping for this first man to begin using her. In a split second it dawned on her consciousness that every man in the room-and the many more to arrive, had a glorious Cock between His legs; A wonderfully unique Cock and Balls full of sperm just to fill her with. She felt a sudden surge of pride and gratitude to be all these Men's receptacle and reveled in the enjoyment she would give each one of them over the many years ahead . She glowed. Her eyes turned to watch Mr Sime's Cock emerging from His Trousers. The head swollen and shaft hard. She had a moment of pure lust before Mr Simes pushed her back onto the mattress and literally bounced onto her soft pink body. 

"How could life be this good" she thought for a moment before Mr Simes whacked her big udders and drove His long Cock deep into her, pushing her deep into the mattress with each of His rhythmic thrusts, his belt buckle biting into her belly. She came over and over... giving herself totally to Mr Simes and His Cock -her mind steadily drifting into a steady sate of ecstacy as he thrust into her ever harder. She wept with gratitude and ,tears streaming down her face, whispered "thankyou" to Mr Simes as she felt His sperm erupt like hot lava deep inside her womb. The men cheered Mr Simes as he grunted and pumped before splashing the rest of His sperm over her belly. Already Jake was needing to hold back the next man with his fly open and Cock hanging out of his trousers. 

In her beatific state, Mrs B could see that the next Cock was huge-both long and thick with an enormous swollen head- she longed to hold it in her hands, to kiss it all over, to give herself totally to loving this wonderful Cock; but the man was between her wide open legs and deep inside her in a moment -bouncing up and down on her soft body. She could feel her vagina being pushed and stretched enormously by the huge Cock-the pleasure of the pain was exquisite-and she orgasmed again-gripping the huge Cock tightly inside her. She felt the glory of having a man bouncing on her naked pink body ruthlessly as he pounded her- her belly squashed, her udders flattened at each stroke.-she wanted and needed this feeling forever... 

"Hands and knees now!" the man ordered and pulled His cock out of her -she sighed with the loss , but immediately rolled over onto her hands and knees to display her massive pink bottom to Him. He grasped both cheeks and pulled them vigorously apart to display the little pink arsehole and already sperm filled cunt. "Juice!" he ordered and Mrs B immediately felt a wave of juice drip from her swollen labia onto his waiting fingers ; his wet fingers then slid into her arsehole, lubricating the tight hole for His Cock. Mrs B had a moment of panic, wondering whether her arsehole would be enjoyable enough for the men ; a thought which faded the instant His Cock slid inside her arse and began thrusting hard, making her cheeks wobble and sway, her whole body sliding backwards and forwards on the mattress, the udders whipping wildly from forwards and backwards... She wondered for a moment how many Cocks the men would allow her to have inside her at once, but suddenly felt ashamed of the thought-she knew the Men would decide what was best for her. 

Jake was, in fact, at that very moment, directing the next man to enter the now vacated wet and open cunt of Mrs B...



The Party Ch. 03



As if on cue, Eliot and Ken stripped off their clothes in silence, and approached the show that was going on before them. Karen seemed oblivious; she and Apryl had switched to a sixty-nine position, leaving her ass exposed to Eliot. Bri was kneeling between Steph's legs, ass up, as Ken walked up from behind her. None of the girls noticed them, as they took positions behind their wives. Ken grinned over at Eliot and with a nod; they both, unceremoniously, sank their diamond stiff cocks into their unsuspecting women!

* * * *

Bri was dazed as if she was in a dream. She was so completely out of her mind in ecstasy, she couldn't think. How had she gotten herself into this? She was doing things she had never dreamed of before tonight. After her brief sexual interlude with Karen, the surprise of having Apryl and Steph catch them was almost more than she could imagine. The fact that Steph admitted that they had done the same thing years before amazed her. She would have never thought that Apryl would have ever done something like that! The ease at which she had admitted her long term "friendship" with Steph, utterly floored her. Karen had even stood there with a stunned look on her face, as Steph admitted their attraction for each other.

Steph said that by no means did she think of herself as "Gay" in the literal sense. She just enjoyed Apryl's attentions on occasion. She did not look at Bri and Karen in any less of a light! Apryl admitted that she enjoyed a good stiff cock as much as any other woman; she just enjoyed Steph too! They talked for over an hour about the advantages of having a female lover, from time to time, as a way to keep their boilers going. Steph admitted she never even looked at another woman when it came to sex, it just seemed that Apryl and her worked, when they needed some un-male attention!

Karen looked nervously at Bri from time to time, as if asking silently if that was what had happened with them? Bri seemed to sense that a barrier had been crossed between her and Karen that could not be revoked. Karen sat and listened to Steph and Apryl describe their long-term friendship in a way that made sense. Karen slowly loosened up, and Bri seemed to take what they said as, not a meaning, but as a possibility. Bri knew she loved spending time with Karen, and at times, had even considered the possibility of what had happened, actually happening. It was just a little hard to think that after all she had done, that she was in need of a woman's touch.

Karen admitted as much to Steph about the way she felt with Bri, and Steph smiled saying, "There's nothing wrong with either of you! We used to feel the same way when we realized how we felt about each other. It's not something you need to be afraid of!" She was not joking, Bri could see the friendship they shared! After a while, she started to relax and began seeing what Steph and Apryl had. They had the best of both worlds, and didn't care that they had to share with men. They seemed to be satisfied with being able to have their cake, so to speak, and eat it too!

Their talks took them into the evening hours and soon the drinks and talking made all of them feel a little playful. They went back out to the pool, all of them stripped and jumped into the water. Karen realized she no longer felt bad about feeling the way she did around Bri, and Bri, as well warmed up to the idea that she could be more than just friends with Karen without feeling guilty about it. This new barrier that they had crossed, filled her with a new excitement she could never have hoped for. They drank until they were all feeling a little giddy, then when they were all just a little pruned, they headed for the comfort of the lounge chairs. The sun was starting to set, so they decided that the water was just a little too cool for comfort.

Bri felt the effects of the many drinks they had consumed, she felt woozy and relaxed in her lounge chair. She never noticed that Karen had also lain back, oblivious to her nudity and obvious excitement. It wasn't until she felt soft hands caressing her inner thighs, that she opened her eyes to find Steph, licking her way up to her, now slick pussy. She looked over and noticed Apryl doing the same to Karen! Karen seemed to be enjoying the attention her under worked pussy wanted. She was in heaven, as Apryl worked her over, causing Karen's body to jerk in response to her attention. Bri decided to let Steph give her the same things.

After almost an hour of Steph's talented mouth and endless orgasms, Bri was brought out of her dream state by Steph's insistence. Steph had a look of total mischief in her eyes as she said," My turn Bri, you know you want to! Just relax and let it happen!" Steph pulled her to her feet, although she was till quivering from Steph's talented mouth! Steph leaned back on the lounge chair and opened her legs, revealing a nicely trimmed and slick pussy to Bri's eyes. Steph was insistent at pulling her down to do what she had been doing for the past hour. Bri hesitated for a moment then, with the alcohol helping, decided "Why not?" She slowly moved down to Steph's smoldering lips and dove in. She had only gotten into her newest delight for a few moments when, she felt something hard and hot pushing at her pussy!

With a moan, she realized a massive cock was penetrating her! One she knew so well! The familiar feel of his tool was at first a surprise, then a pleasure, as she realized who it was. She looked over her shoulder, saw Ken grinning at her, while she ate out Steph's quivering pussy, she turned back as she realized, he loved every minute of what he was seeing. She resumed her attentions on Steph's molten box, realizing that the sounds of heavy fucking also came from where she had last seen Apryl, in a sixty-nine position with Karen. She only assumed, that Karen was now receiving the same attention from Eliot! She inwardly grinned and attacked the job at hand!

Bri felt a whole new vigor for what she was doing. She attacked Steph's slit with a renewed sense of worth, as if it meant everything to her to give back, what Steph had given to her not so long ago! The feel of Ken's, lava hot cock slamming into her, only pushed her to new heights of passion. She wanted to prove that she could take as well as give, and enjoy everything that was offered! The feel of Ken slamming into her, and knowing that he didn't mind her enjoying Steph, renewed her sense of total abandon! She found a new level of pleasure, and her orgasm hit so hard, she had to hold on to Steph's, now thrashing body, to reach the pinnacle of her own pleasure. With her face soggy from Steph's willingness and excitement, she herself, let go into a wondrous orgasm that sent her spiraling into oblivion, yet again!

* * * *

As the morning light began to enter the room, Bri realized she felt the familiar warmth of Ken beneath her head. His sparsely haired chest rose and fell to the ease of his deep sleep. She felt refreshed, as if they had not spent hours enjoying each other into the wee hours of the morning. His scent made her want to curl up tight and return to the oblivion of sleep, but as she relaxed she felt another warm arm curl around her from behind.

She looked down to find Karen also curled around her, sleeping as if she hadn't a care in the world. Karen's hair was a tangled mess, and the blanket they shared was crumpled around both of their legs. She saw the angelic look in Karen's face and decided not to wake her. The smell of sex was strong in the room, yet she felt no need to open a window, as it might wake up her two sleeping lovers. She pushed back into Karen's warmth at the same time nuzzling Ken's chest. She was in heaven. From the next room she swore she could still hear the muffled moans of Apryl and Steph. She closed her eyes and listened as the tempo built to a furious speed. Apryl was on the verge of another massive orgasm, from the sound of it. It was only then that she could also make out Steph's whimpers of pleasure as well. She wondered if they could ever get enough? The sound of a male voice, slightly muffled, registered in her ears. The animal groan that escaped his lips spoke of pure lust and climax. She could only assume that Eliot was still enjoying both Steph and Apryl's prodigious talents. She smiled and closed her eyes drifting back to the comfort of sleep between Ken and Karen.

The sounds of the three next-door seemed to slowly die out. For a few minutes, only the sound was that of Ken and Karen's breathing. Then she made out the sound of soft footsteps approaching the bed. She looked up as Eliot slid in beside Karen. The look of mischief and the dampness of exertion were plain on his face as well. He winked at Bri and moved in behind Karen. She was a little shocked as Karen said with closed eyes, "I don't want to hear your tired tonight, OK there stud? I am not gonna take it easy on you just because you overdid it all night tonight!" Eliot grinned as he moved in to cuddle Karen.

"No my sweet, I imagine you won't! But I think I should be well rested by then, and I am far from finished with you either!" Eliot snickered at her back. Karen pulled tighter around Bri's body and pushed her ass back against Eliot. Bri smiled as Eliot again winked at her then settled into her back and closed his eyes. She joined her friends in a long morning nap. The tensions of their bodies easing out in a communal sharing of rest.

* * * *

Despite the all night session that had tapped everyone, Bri and Karen seemed to be more than ready for the party that loomed closer by the hour. All four of the girls decided on a western theme, to go along with the décor of Ken's Uncle's house. They made their way into town around noon and found a costume shop that had rentals in the style they all wanted. They all decided that tavern girls would be the most appropriate dress for the evening. The girls made sure that the outfits they selected were of appropriate tightness, and plunging necklines to have the effect they desired. After securing their individual costumes, the girls headed to the Salon for hairstyles to match. It was pushing five o'clock before they finished up, and headed back to the cabin. If all went right they should still have about three hours before their guests arrived for the festivities!

Karen was apparently curious as to what Steph thought about Eliot, and their escapades from the all-nighter they had pulled. Steph and Apryl grinned like Cheshire cats and admitted that they had indeed enjoyed themselves, and hoped for a repeat at some point that evening! Karen leaned back in the front seat howling, and said that they would get more than their fair share, and shouldn't be to eager to get Eliot back into the mix. They all began laughing at the prospect of having so much man-meat at heir disposal. Bri snickered at the thought of all those ready cocks all for their amusement.

Meanwhile, Eliot and Ken had been busy themselves, hooking up the beer kegs and getting the grills up to heat for the coming party. Ken made sure the bar had plenty of back-ups for all the various bottles on the shelves. He also had remembered to pack the stereo equipment, so he set that up in the "Party" room. He made sure that the CD carousel was fully loaded, so no one had to keep changing out the music. Her loaded up twenty-five CD's, "That should be more than enough for the evening!" he assumed.

Just as Ken and Eliot were about to sit down and have a drink, a knock on the door caught their attention. Ken looked at his watch and noted it was only three thirty. He wondered who it might be? Looking at Eliot, as if to question him silently, Ken made his way to the door to see whom it was. He had been looking forward to chilling out in the poolroom before everyone began showing up.

As Ken made his way into the foyer, he saw the silhouette of a very bulky, short man. Ken thought to himself, "This guy looks like he's as round as he is tall!" He snickered to himself as he made his way to the door and opened it. Outside the man that stood there was every bit as wide as he had assumed. He opened the door to find a stocky, somewhat jolly man standing there with a slip of paper in his hand. He quickly looked up and a small gulp caused his double chins to quiver slightly.

"Uh um, I'm uh Joe the a bartender. Ur from the other night! Karen and um, Bri said that there was gonna be a, um party tonight?" he stuttered almost comically!

Ken and Eliot took in the grinning man's awkward nervousness and Ken replied, "Yeah, you got the right place. Come on in." He shook the out-stretched hand of Joe and moved aside to allow him in.

"I know I'm a little early, but as you can see, I'm a bartender!" said the now sweating man. He opened his arms allowing them to see his attire. "I know I'm not going to be part of the fun, but hoped they wouldn't mind if I did the bartending! No charge of course, just didn't think I could pass up the show after what happened at the bar the other night!" he grinned.

Ken and Eliot looked at each other, the Eliot replied, "Now that you mention it, we could use a good guy behind the bar! Do come in, and fill us in on every little detail!" Joe smiled a knowing grin and quickly accepted their offer.

"I can do you one better!" he said pulling a VCR tape from his apron pocket. " I got the whole thing right here on tape. I was hoping that they wouldn't be mad, but I usually tape any games in that room, just so's nobody can ever say they was cheated or nuthin!" His frankness about taping the night made Eliot's face light up with a huge grin.

"I'll show you the bar, and the VRC, lets see what you got there!" Eliot laughed. They all made their way to the bar. Ken could hardly wait to see what little show the girls had put on!

* * * * * *

As the girls made their way into the driveway, the first thing they noticed was the amount of cars that now literally clogged the driveway. There were a couple beat up pick-ups, and another four-wheeler sitting at the end of the drive. There was also a mini-van and old caddy sitting in front of the house. The caddy, they knew was Joe's from the bar! Karen looked at Bri and asked, "I didn't know he was gonna show up! But, I guess we didn't exclude him though did we?" The two of them began to snicker at the thought of Fat Joe, being there!

Karen said to no one in particular, "Well ladies, it looks as if the show has already begun! Better get your game faces on, it looks like we are walking into the main event!"

Apryl and Steph both grinned at the idea of the evening that was about to start! Steph purred, "Good thing we got ready before we headed home!" They all began to laugh at the site of four western floosies exiting the SUV. They headed to the house and quickly entered. The round of catcalls and whistles that greeted them was more than they had hoped for.

Ken was standing inside the door, as they made their way into the house. Karen quickly spied Paul and Jimmy standing by the door to the barroom with Eliot. The three seemed to be locked in some kind of conversation about playing pool! Eliot's fingers apparently showing the amount of space some shot had been missed by! He looked up as the girls entered the room, a smile of lust filled wonder crossed his face, and at the way they were dressed.

"About time the hired help arrived!" Eliot shouted across the room. All eyes turned to the scantily clad women at the foyer door. They girls stared around at the fifteen men that littered the living room, and the sounds of more, yet in the poolroom! Bri shouted back, "I hope everyone's had a chance to meet?" They all nodded heads in agreement, "For those of you new to our little circle, let me make the introductions of the ladies who will be in charge of this little evening of debauchery! To my very left" she said waving her arm towards Steph, "is the talented and very agile, Stephanie!" She waited as the whistles and hollering subsided. Step for her part, made a very deep curtsy, allowing a full view of her ample cleavage!

Bri then pointed, still to her left, " And next, we have the multi-talented and eager Apryl!" Again, she waited for the round of applause to subside. By now all of the guys from the poolroom had joined the party, swelling their number to twenty!

Bri waited a dramatic moment, allowing every one to see. "And directly to my right, is the most wanton, yet sophisticated trollop of our little group, Karen!" The room erupted into cheers, as most of the guys from the bar were indeed in attendance! She waited for a few minutes as the whistles continued. "Yes, yes, you all remember Karen from here performance the other night! And I, I am Bri, the host and also wanton slut, for tonight's full compliment of women who will please and show each of you, a complete night of depravity to remember!" The roars of applause were deafening! She thought to herself, "Man I hope we haven't bitten off more than we can chew!" She quickly made herself enter the room and the madly smiling group of waiting men!

For the next hour, the girls made their way from each groping man to the next, bringing the room to a fever pitch. Joe made sure nobody was in need of a drink for very long, and seemed pleased to just be a part of the festivities! They all seemed to calm down after the initial introduction, and not one of them seemed to eager to be the first to try anything, with Eliot and Ken there! Bri decided it was time to break the ice!

"Gentleman, if you would all make your way into the poolroom, we will play for who will join whom, for the first round of fun for the night." She smiled and waved to the doorway leading to the poolroom. They all looked at Ken and Eliot, who stood there smiling like idiots. Without a second thought, all began filing into the poolroom and took up places around the room, and at the bar. Bri walked over, and with the help of a shy looking young man, climbed up onto the bar.

"For our first date of the evening" she motioned for Karen, "are the delightful talents of Miss Karen!" Bri waved dramatically as Karen took a bow. "Eliot, Ken, for reasons of taste, you will be the last to be chosen!" she laughed, as they both began to protest, not at all that mad at the prospect of getting to finish! "I hope you understand, that should you be involved first, one of us might be out of action for quite some time!" the laughs from the rest of the guys quieted some, but the smiles on Ken and Eliot's faces grew smug.

"Yeah, yeah just as long as we get ours sweetie, we don't want to hear any excuses later on!" piped in Eliot in a smart-assed snicker. Chuckles from the remaining guys again filled the room. 

"If there are no other questions, then let the games begin!" Bri said, and the cheers again rose to an almost deafening level. She spied Steph in the corner, apparently already choosing to have fun. She was on her knees in front of two smiling guys from the bar. "I see Steph has already started without us! So, she will be last!" All the guys looked over to see Steph happily bobbing up and down using her talented mouth, alternating between two lucky guys! They had pushed down her top. Allowing her huge melons ample room to be seen by all. She seemed uncaring to the eyes that watched her attack the two stiff cocks.

"Well, while we are waiting Bri" grinned Apryl, "I think I'll take these three with me to the pool to have a dip, if you don't mind?" She grabbed the hands of Paul and two other guys she had seen the other night, and headed for the back door! They all looked as if they were very eager indeed, to be in her company, and followed her out of the door. Bri smiled as the events of the evening quickly began to unfold. At the last moment she watched as two more of the guys headed for the door Apryl had just disappear through.

"OK, this is how we will proceed!" Bri said loud enough for all to hear. "Ken and Eliot will be the only judges in the games. If there is a disagreement, they are the only ones who may resolve the disagreement." Bri gestured at Eliot and Ken sitting at the bar. Eliot raised his glass in recognition; Ken was talking to Joe and just lifted his hand. "Karen, would you like to show the guys what it is they are playing for?" Bri asked Karen wickedly.




The Party Ch. 03



Karen stood up, and moved to the bar. She slowly began to remove the scanty dress she wore, revealing first, her perfect breasts, then as she shimmied out of the dress, the rest of her perfect form. When she had allowed the dress to collect in a heap at her feet, she stepped out of the crumpled dress and climbed onto the bar. Running her hands all over her, now fully naked body. She moaned softly as she let her hands move quickly around her tits and ass! The room fell silent! All eyes, including Eliot and Kens, were glued on Karen. She then slid down and stretched herself out on the bar, allowing a full view of her wet and slippery, fully shaved pussy, and lips. She gave the room a wicked little grin and began stroking herself, and moaning for the crowd of now cheering men.

"Now, now, calm down guys!" Bri yelled, "No one gets a taste until you've won a game. Winners get to taste her! Two time winners get something special, three times and you get the grand prize! So, if there are no objections, let us begin!" At the sound of what awaited them, the chalkboard quickly filled as the men wrote down their names. Soon enough, there were ten names waiting to play. That left only five, which had not gotten onto the board! Bri leaned over and whispered in Ken's ear, "Will you guys keep an eye on her? I will handle the rest of them, in the next room OK?" The look of lust in her eyes was undeniable!

Ken looked at her for a brief moment, then kissed her lips and smiled, "Yeah, have fun. I'll check in on you in about twenty minutes. I think you'll be able to last that long, don't you?" She looked back at him, a feeling of wonder entered her heart, she thought, "This man is just to good to me!"

"Thank you baby, I will make you proud!" She hugged him tightly, and then winked at Eliot and said out loud, "The rest of you" pointing at the remaining guys, "follow me. There is a large sofa in the next room, and I am in the mood to have some fun!" She moved towards the door with one last look back at Ken and Eliot, then moved into the next room, with Jimmy and the four remaining guys!

The games in the poolroom were very competitive. Eliot noted that, no one guy seemed to be the better player. In about an hour three different men had serviced Karen orally. She had a smile on her face that told of their individual talents, yet no one man had won two games in a row! He was wondering if they all wanted to taste her before someone stepped up? She began to have the look he so loved seeing on her face, one of a wanton slut! After yet a fourth man began happily eating her out, she motioned for Eliot to come to her. The look on her face left no doubt as to her intentions.

Eliot nudged Ken's shoulder and said softly, "I think my little woman needs something else to play with!" He grinned at Ken as he moved to his wife's head. Without hesitation she pulled down his zipper and slid her hand inside. Eliot helped her by undoing his pants and allowing them to fall to the floor. Karen smiled and began stroking his cock to fullness. Now all eyes seemed to be on the show at the bar. The guy that was eating her out intensified his efforts. She moaned loudly as he brought her to another orgasm, she then pulled Eliot to her mouth, and slid the semi-erect cock into it. 

Karen was stretched across the end of the bar; her legs wrapped around the head of the curly headed man with the talented mouth, and was slowly engulfing Eliot's monster cock as it rose to it's full height! The pool game came completely to a halt as the action on the bar heated up. Karen was now writhing in the throws of multiple orgasms, and slurping loudly on Eliot's rock hard pole. The pretense of the game was over; the guys began taking off pants and underwear, and began lining up to get a piece of her. As she came slowly back to herself, she felt her oral pleasuring end, and the man's swollen cock push into her willing entrance. With a moan that gave Eliot a shiver of delight, the man plunged his cock to the hilt into Karen! She felt herself lose all control, and began to rock her hips up to meet his thrusts. Eliot watched as the man began to push furiously into his wife's slick pussy. The sight of another man's cock punishing her caused him to begin pushing even harder into her mouth.

Ken watched the scene from his position at the bar. He knew that Eliot would keep her mouth busy for quite some time! He enjoyed watching as Karen began to take on one guy after another, as she continued to swallow Eliot's cock. She was beauty in action. He only thought about Bri when he heard her own moans of pleasure from the next room. With a last look at Karen's little show, he made his way into the living room to see how Bri was doing.

On entering the room, Ken looked on as she watched a tall thin guy, begin sliding his smallish cock into Bri from behind. She was on her knees, in front of two half naked men, who were sitting on the sofa. She was alternating between the two of them, slurping and swallowing them both to the hilt. They both leaned back, with eyes closed, as she delivered her best talents to each of their swollen members. The skinny guy was now almost fully to his nuts inside her waiting snatch. The sight of Bri doing three guys simultaneously brought his own cock to ready hardness. He sat on the chair opposite the action and watched, as she brought the two seated to gushing orgasms. Bri let the two spray juices all down her chest, and grinned as the two that had been waiting moved in and took their place.

Without a pause or a stop in the action, Bri hungrily began on the two newest offerings. Ken noted that, like most of the others, they all appeared to be of somewhat smaller sizes than he. With a smile to himself, he decided to see how the other girls were doing, and made his way towards the pool. Bri was groaning loudly as she managed to suck both of the two men's cock heads at once. Skinny was now worked into a very fast pace, and slamming her hard. Ken laughed knowing that he couldn't last long! He watched for a few moments and saw he was right, as the man blew his load across her back, leaving a small pool of cum on her tattoo, on the small of her back.

Ken walked outside to see how Apryl was handling her share of the men? He didn't need to go far, as she was on the lounge chair with three of the guys. He watched her as she slowly moved up and down on the lower guys shaft, while yet another was impaling her ass! He then looked at her face and saw that Apryl was servicing yet a third man, as the other two continued their assault. He wondered if Apryl had done this before? She looked as if she could go on like this indefinitely! The guys however, were a different story! The guy, "What was his name? Paul?" he thought, blew his load in her ass and stiffened, as he seemed to pump everything he was deep into her ass.

Apryl was gurgling around the other guy's cock like she could never get enough. Paul soon pulled out of her dripping ass, only to be replaced by another waiting suitor! Ken got even more worked up, as the new guy took no mercy, and just slammed himself to the hilt in her ass. Apryl just moaned out her pleasure around the other man's cock, pushing back at the newest invasion. He wasn't sure how much more he could take before he himself, needed some relief! Ken sat and watched Apryl's little show for the next ten minutes, hoping to get a turn soon.

It was only after Apryl had drained the spunk from the cock at her mouth, that she noticed Ken sitting there enjoying the show. She smiled at him breathlessly, and said, "Don't th-think I cu-can't handle y-you!" she stuttered between the slamming strokes of the other two guys. "W-we have a debt t-to sssssettle! Unghhhh!!!" Ken was amazed she could talk at all. The two sandwiching her started to pulverize her body with matching thrusts. The sound of them grunting as they plowed into her time and again was only washed out by her moans of pleasure! 

He watched them until they all collapsed into a heaving pile. From the chairs next to him, the two who had been missing, again joined the sideshow, and pulled Apryl off and around so they could mount her as well! The thicker of the two guys, lay across her twitching body on the deck, and slid slowly into her gaping pussy. She quickly threw her legs around his waist and moaned out her pleasure at the continuous fucking she was receiving! The other stuffed his half hard member down her throat, cutting off the last of her moaning. She sucked eagerly on his hardening cock, pulling his ass in towards her head. Ken had seen enough, he needed to get laid!

He now wondered where Steph had gotten to and looked around the pool. He spotted her in the hot tub just finishing a blow job on a smiling young guy. He glanced at the chairs around the tub and saw four other guys, apparently sleeping. He decided that if Steph wasn't to busy, or too tired, that he would dearly love to fuck her again. He made his way over to the tub; she was smiling as he approached.

""Your just who I hoped would show up!" Steph said smiling up from the tub. "These guys will be out of commission for a bit, and my aching pussy needs some attention." She glided back to the poolside resting her head on the lip. "They all decided they wanted to come in my mouth, so now she needs some cock!" she said rubbing her pussy just above the waterline for him to see. Ken smiled at his luck, and quickly stripped off his clothes and joined her in the tub.

Ken slid over so that his, now fully hard cock rested at her hot, wet, and ready entrance. She locked her legs around him as he eased his length slowly into her. He closed his eyes as her tight gripping inner muscles milked at his invasion. He opened his eyes long enough to see the look of total pleasure on her face. Then like a wild bull, he began to thrust hard, and deep into her. She moaned loudly as he drove deeper and deeper into her tight box. He felt every inch of his cock being milked by her. The sensation was amazing.

Ken grabbed her tiny waist, lifting her to an even better height, one in which he could achieve maximum penetration! Steph writhed around in his grasp like a fish. Every stroke he made into her drove her further towards a massive climax. She moaned non-stop as he delivered powerful strokes into her. The water around them grew choppy at the movement of their coupling. He could fell his own ass locking in spasms as his fury built to a head. She was screaming his name, urging him to cum! "Ohhh, fuck yeah, fuck me harder! Hurt me! God yes!" she screamed.

He no longer cared how long he had been at this; he wanted to dump his load deep inside her! With a last furious flurry of powerful strokes, Ken felt his balls tighten and the lightheaded sensation of his oncoming orgasm. He slammed to his full depth; he could feel her cervix as he pushed for all he was worth. The roar of his moan sounded as he released, what felt like gallons of spunk, into Steph's gloriously tight hole. He held her tightly as he emptied his entire being deep within her. She lay back against the tiled wall of the tub, oblivious to anything but her own explosive climax. Her breath was coming in gulps, her body locked around him. She had the look of total satisfaction, and began to slowly slide down him, letting his now softening monster, plop from her pussy like a cork. Rivers of spunk ran from the now empty space his cock had recently filled. 

* * * * * * *

At around four in the morning, the effects of the night began taking their toll on the girls. Ken knew that they wished to finish what they had begun, but also knew that no matter what they thought; the girls were outmatched and outnumbered! With a last call to the bar, he and Eliot called the night of fucking to an end. A few of the guys grumbled about wanting one more try, but all in all, they smiled and made their way to the door. Each giving all the girls a kiss goodbye, and a grateful thanks for the fun evening.

The girls, for their part, tried not to show how battered and exhausted they truly were. Each of them got up and bid all of the guy's goodnight. Steph was the exception, she was asleep on the sofa, a young guy slept curled up around her. They decided to leave them alone for the night! Ken looked over the rest of their little group and smiled saying, "I believe that was one of the most wonderful shows of sheer debauchery I have ever witnessed!" The girls all started to laugh as they each took a stool by the bar. Eliot helped Karen off the bar into a seat next to him and hugged her tightly. 

"So, do you think they got everything they came for?" Ken mused aloud. Apryl rolled her shoulders and Bri looked at him with a long gentle smile. Karen put her face into Eliot's shoulder and moaned.

"I am so glad we didn't invite more guys!" she said into Eliot's shirt. "I don't think I could have held on much longer at all. Every muscle in my body hurts!" She shook her head and flexed her arms, as if to show how sore she was. "But, thank you so much for letting us have this party!" she said, and kissed Eliot hard.

Bri looked at Ken and smiled. "I am more than willing to admit my defeat! But, it sure as hell was fun losing, wasn't it?" She leaned down and put her head on Ken's lap. "I think I'll go to sleep right here!" she said into his leg. She nuzzled her head until she was comfortable and then sighed, as if ready for bed.

Apryl yawned and then said, "Yeah, this was awesome you guys. I really hope we can do this again another time! Not too soon mind you. I for one am more than sore enough to admit I've been beaten!" She sat down behind Ken and leaned on his shoulder. She whispered, not to quietly, "Me and you will have to settle up another time stud. I'm done!" They all began laughing at that. Even Bri began to laugh hard at the sight of the five of them. Within seconds they were all howling in laughter, each promising that the next time they would do better! Ken and Eliot smiled at each other, and winked. They knew the next time would be epic!

We hope you enjoyed our little adventures! We will continue to look for better and better adventures to print for your enjoyment. Until next time, be safe, smart, and have fun! - Bri and Ken -



The Party Ch. 04



Note: This story is the fourth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.



It was after 1:00 am when Janet and I finally went to bed. Janet fell asleep immediately. I lay awake for another hour thinking about the incredible events of the evening and wondering what tomorrow would bring.

The next morning I woke just before 7:00. I was very aware that five hours wasn't enough sleep but I was just too excited to see what was going to happen next.

Janet was still sound asleep so I quietly found some clothes and slipped into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, shaved and got dressed. As soon as I was dressed I went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

Once the coffee was brewing I went out to the curb and picked up the Sunday paper.

Once I got back into the kitchen I poured a cup of coffee and found the sports page. If we followed our usual Sunday morning routine Janet and I would read the rest of the paper together.

Spring training for major league baseball was in full swing and I'm a big fan so I had plenty to read about.

It was almost nine when I heard Janet get up and go into the bathroom. I poured a cup of coffee for her and set the rest of the Sunday paper in front of her chair.

My jaw dropped when Janet walked into the kitchen. She was gorgeous. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was wearing a very short pair of cutoff jeans and a blouse loosely tied around her large breasts.

She walked up behind me, put her arms around my neck and kissed the top of my head. "Good morning slave. I'll take my breakfast in the dining room this morning. I'll miss reading the Sunday paper with you, but today I think our new relationship needs definition."

I followed my wife into the dining room. As she sat down at the head of the table she said, "I think the kitchen and your bedroom will be neutral territory. We need to have a place where we can just be together and love each other. In the rest of the house I will be your Mistress and you will be my slave. That situation is now permanent."

She stared at me. "Do you understand."

I looked at Janet. I was confused about her reference to my bedroom.

Janet noticed my confusion and immediately understood. "Oh yes cuckboy after breakfast you will be spending the rest of the morning moving all of your things to the guest bedroom. That will now be your bedroom. As mistress of the house the master bedroom is now going to become my personal boudoir." She smiled at me. "Cuckie, how can I possibly be expected to entertain my gentleman friends in a room cluttered with my chattel's personal belongings?"

A little thrill fluttered through me. Janet was serious. I really was going to be her slave. I politely bowed my head and said, "Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."

Janet smiled. "Very good cucky." She picked up the front page of the paper and started to read. The discussion was obviously over. After a moment she casually said, "I'll have French toast this morning and bring me some coffee." She didn't bother to look up from the paper.

I quickly went into the kitchen and brought Janet's full cup and a carafe of fresh hot coffee into the dining room. Janet ignored me as I set it down next to her. She was being aloof. Her attitude of disinterest was perfect.

When I walked back into the kitchen I realized that my tiny penis was sticking straight out. This was my wildest fantasy coming true.

I started making my wife's French toast. As I was dropping the egg soaked bread into the fry pan I heard Janet's voice. "Cuckie I would like some more coffee."

I stuck my head into the dining room and said, "Mistress Janet there is a full carafe right next to you."

I turned back into the kitchen. I was just taking a plate down from the cupboard when Janet burst though the kitchen door. She walked right up to me and slapped me hard across the face. "Get down on your knees!"

I fell to my knees. I was shaking with fear.

Janet towered over me like a Greek goddess staring down from Mount Olympus. "Robbie, I did not ask you for the location of the coffee." She pointed a finger in my face. "I want this to be perfectly clear. You are now my slave. I no longer do anything for myself. Your duty in life is to wait on me hand and foot. If you fail to satisfy my needs you will be punished and the punishment will be severe. Do you understand me!"

I looked up at Janet and obediently said, "Yes Mistress Janet. I understand."

Janet nodded her approval, reached down, gently picked me up, put her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. "This is what you want isn't it baby?" 

I took a deep breath and said, "Yes Mistress Janet, Very very much."

She smiled. "Good, because it's most definitely what I want." She kissed my cheek and turned. As she walked to the kitchen door she said, "Come into the dining room and pour my coffee."

After I was done serving her breakfast, Janet made me stand by the kitchen door so I would be immediately available if she wanted anything. She deliberately ignored me as she ate her French toast and filled in the New York Times Crossword Puzzle by herself. This was incredibly disappointing for me. Our Sunday morning breakfast ritual was one of my favorite activities of the week.

I suspected that it was just as hard for Janet. I was certain that she loved doing the Sunday crossword with me every bit as much as I enjoyed doing it with her. 

When she was almost done with her breakfast Janet looked up at me. After a moment she sighed. She seemed to sense my disappointment

Janet closed her eyes for a moment. She was obviously thinking. Finally she looked at me. "Robbie, I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me to. I love having Sunday breakfast with you." She took a deep breath. "Last night we agreed that we would no longer be equals. You are now my slave and I am now your Mistress. Robbie, you now belong to me. I own you. This is a life style that has fascinated both of us for a very long time."

I was a little surprised by Janet's admission that she'd also been fascinated by this life style.

She noticed my surprise and smiled. "Yes Robbie, your Internet web sites excite me just as much as they do you."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. 

Janet laughed. "Honey you're a submissive masochistic wimp and I'm a dominant sadistic bitch. We really are a perfect match."

After a brief moment Janet's expression became very serious. "Robbie for the next several weeks we're going to have to try to define our new roles. I have to learn how to become your arrogant superior and you have to learn how to become my humble servant." 

She sighed. "Baby everything has a cost. Yes we may lose some of the things that we loved in our old relationship, but we both stand to gain so much. Robbie, I'm so excited about what were doing. You are to, aren't you?"

I nodded. 

I did understand what Janet was doing. If we really were going to fully understand what life was going to be like as Mistress and slave, we had to establish our roles and live in them for a while. This would be the only way we could truly appreciate what our new life style was going to mean to us.

Janet smiled at me. "Once our new roles are well established, maybe we can find ways to occasionally step out of those roles so we can do some of the things we both enjoyed in our old relationship." She paused, "But it may be a while before that happens." 

I looked at my wife. "Mistress Janet, may I have permission to speak?"

"Yes slave, go ahead."

"I understand what you are saying and I think you are being very wise."

Janet slowly shook her head. "Slave that was very well said. You are learning how to show proper respect. Now stand by the door while I finish my breakfast."

Janet ate the rest of her French toast. When she was finished she set her fork down, took her cloth napkin from her lap, set it on her plate and stood up. "Clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. Join me in the den when you're done with your chores."

After my wife disappeared through the dining room door I gathered up her dirty dishes and carried them to the kitchen. It took me about fifteen minutes to do my chores. As soon as I was done I joined Janet in the den. 

Janet was sitting in a large stuffed chair reading a romance novel. When she heard me enter the room she set her book on the table next to her and looked up at me. "Fetch me the telephone. I'm going to call my boyfriend."

I obediently retrieved the telephone. When I handed it to Janet I was so nervous that my hands were shaking. The idea that my wife had a boyfriend was both exciting and scary for me.

As Janet took the telephone from me she pointed at the floor in front of her chair. "Kneel there and massage my feet while I talk to Jerome."

I got on my knees and looked up at my wife. Janet must have noticed the worried look on my face. She leaned over and patted my cheek. "Robbie honey, you don't ever have to worry about losing me to Jerome. You don't ever have to worry about losing me to any man. Baby you're the love of my life. When I play around with other guys it's just physical. You're the only man that has my heart. Always remember that, okay sweetheart?"

I nodded. I was on my knees. I didn't dare speak without permission.

She smiled at me. "Good, now listen to me. I plan to humiliate you and I am going to do it without mercy. I'm hoping both of us will get a big thrill out of it; but baby while I'm doing it please remember how much I love you. Robbie, we're both new at this."

She giggled. "The idea of embarrassing you has me so excited that the crotch of my panties is already soaking wet." She winked at me. "And I hope it's going to be just as exciting for you."

Janet shook her head. "But it also scares me a little. I love you. I don't really want to hurt you." She started to giggle again. "At least not very bad."

I grinned at her joke. She grinned back at me. "Sweetie what I'm trying to say is we might have to do some experimenting before we're both comfortable doing this."

She leaned over. "When I was looking at one of your Internet sites about dominant women I read that some couples use safe words. I want us to do that. If I start doing something that really bothers you, I want you to say wife and husband. If you say that to me, I'll immediately stop what I'm doing and we'll talk to each other as equals. Will you do that baby?"

I nodded, as I nodded I thought to myself that in our culture, most people would have said husband and wife; but not Janet. We both knew exactly who should be named first.

"What are the words you're going to say? You have my permission to speak."

"Wife and husband"

Janet grinned at me. "Very good, are you ready?"

I smiled. "Yes Mistress Janet, I am and I promise I'll try to not use those words unless I absolutely have to."

Janet patted my head. "That's a good boy. Now you may massage my feet while I talk to my boyfriend." 

She picked up the telephone and started dialing. Suddenly she stopped and stared at me. There was a malevolent twinkle in her eyes. "Cucky go over to the desk. As soon as Jerome answers turn on the speaker phone. I want you to hear both ends of our conversation."



The Party Ch. 04



You know, Pam is right. I don't know why I'm getting upset about Buzz going to the bar. It's just an innocent "boy's night out". Just like Pam said, they have their nights out and we have our shopping.

"Nancy, the phone." Pam yelled up to my room.

I floated over the floor to reach the phone. "Hello?"

"Nancy, I just want to say I'm sorry. It wasn't right to leave you alone." Buzz said sounding sincere.

Tears came to my eyes and my heart fluttered.

"I'm sorry too Buzz, I should have never said anything. You deserve to go out with your friends and have fun." I softly said.

"You really mean that Nancy?"

"Yes Buzz, you have a good time and I'll see you when you come home."

"Ok Nancy, as long as it's alright with you."

"Have fun Buzz. Say hi to Bill for me." I was gushing just hearing his voice.

"Thanks, um,,I lov...have a good night. See you soon Nancy."

I slowly put the phone back on the table. Was he just about to say that he loved me?

I slowly walked to the bathroom thinking what I just might have heard.

Shutting the door, my mind was reeling as I slowly turned the tap on.

"I wonder if he really does love me. That would make things so much easier. 

I looked blankly at the mirror.

"Easier? What's got to be easier?"

A smile came across my face and I quietly giggled.

I started to hum a tune as I slipped my top off. There was still some chocolate stuck to my breasts and my thoughts flew back at the way Buzz sucked on my nipples. A cool chill ran through my body just thinking of the way his lips suckled on the tips.

I pulled down my nylons and then my skirt. My cum was still wet against the inside panel.

Again my mind drifted off to the moment when Buzz started stroking me. I wiggled my thong down my legs and could feel Buzz's cum seeping out of me. Holding his cum inside me was special. It made me feel loved.

Looking back into the mirror, I twisted and turned, just to check out myself out. I just loved the way my breasts would jiggle like Jell-O with even the slightest movement. My ass cheeks still had Buzz's hand mark on them. I blushed thinking how he slapped at them as he fucked me...

I bent over the sink and washed my make-up off and then applied cold cream over my face and then covered myself with body lotion to keep my skin silky soft. I was soon ready for bed.

I wonder when I'll be getting those things from Vicky. I thought to myself walking from the bathroom and slipping into my bed with nothing on. I thought of the baby doll I order from her and how nice it would be to wear to bed.

I slept soundly and woke to the sound of the soap being dropped in the shower. Looking over at the clock I saw that it was five thirty in the morning. It had to be Buzz getting ready for work.

Just knowing he was home made me feel warm inside as I slipped out of bed. I felt an urge to go sneak in on him. I just wanted to see him before he left for his busy day at work. 

I grabbed a towel and covered myself and sneakily walked to the bathroom. I was careful not to make any noise so not to wake Pam as I turned the bathroom handle and quickly slipped inside.

The bathroom was steamed up from the hot water and I could see Buzz's silhouette behind the curtain as he washed himself. 

Quietly I brushed my teeth and rinsed my face. Buzz was washing his hair when I pulled back the shower curtain and slipped in behind him.

"Good morning Buzz" I whispered.

Buzz dropped his hands and turned around.

"I thought I heard something" He smiled." What are you doing up so early Nancy?"

His eyes wandered down to my breasts.

"I was thinking on showing you how much I cared Buzz" I softly said stepping closer to him.

He smiled his special smile to me and took hold of my hands, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his cock press against my tummy. The water cascaded over our bodies. 

"I would love to have you show me Nancy, but I really have to get ready for work."

He leaned down and gave me a light kiss on my lips.

It seemed like Buzz was looking at me differently. His eyes were softer as he kissed me. I never felt so close to Buzz as I did now.

I lightly pulled my hands free from his and took his cock in my hands. I kept my eyes on his, rubbing his cock ever so lightly. I felt him growing.

Buzz reached down and took my hands away.

"Really Nancy, I can't. I'm already late as it is."

Buzz turned his back to me and dunked his head under the shower to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

I smiled to myself as I picked up the bar of soap and started to wash his back. He tensed up for a second and then relaxed. My hands moved softly over his back, making suds as I heard him moan to himself.

My hands moved in tiny circles and traveled slowly to his tight buns. 

"God his butt felt good in my hands." I thought breathlessly.

My nipples were getting hard and ached to be touched. I pressed myself against his back, sliding my hands to the front with the soap and then to his dangling cock. 

"Jesus Nancy, your going to get yourself in trouble if you keep that up" Buzz said putting his hands up against the shower wall and leaning forward.

I slipped the soap between his cheeks. "Promise Buzz?"

He jumped as I dropped the soap and trailed my fingers along his crack and over his hole. His thighs tightened as I took hold of his cock again. His legs bent as he tried to wiggle away from me.

"Nancy, stop, I have to get ready" He protested and twisted."Whats gotten into you?"

Buzz turned around and pushed me away by my hands again. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. My eyes looked up and saw him toss his head back and fall back against the wall.

His cock grew in my mouth as I kept sucking. The water falling over his chest looked so erotic and sexy. Buzz was completely under my power as I kept a steady rhythm with my mouth.

He nudged his hips forward involuntarily as I tighten my lips and tongue against his cock. I just wasn't going to let go for anything.

I wanted so much to prove something to him. That I wasn't a joke. I could satisfy him more than any of his past girlfriends, especially that Jessica.

His cock was throbbing in my mouth and his heaving chest told me he was getting close to cumming. I was anxious to feel what it was going to be like to have him shoot in my mouth. I was finally going to do it.

Buzz groaned and his legs tighten. He bent slightly at the waist to avoid cumming in my mouth but I kept glued to him, keeping the rhythm the same.

I felt the first stream hit the back of my throat and I stopped moving. His hips jerked as another blast emptied in my mouth. I was in heaven tasting his cum on my tongue. I softly moaned feeling him fill my mouth. I looked up at his closed eyes and swallowed.

Buzz's chest was rising up and down. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and tickled the tip with my tongue. He convulsed and a tiny drop of cum peer out of his hole. I swirled it up lovingly.

"That was something else Nancy"

I was licking my lips and slowly stood up. Buzz took me in his arms and gave me a hug. 

"You're wonderful Nancy"

I tilted my head up as he held me. I was so proud of myself. I felt that I accomplished what a woman really has to do to keep her man happy.

Buzz leaned down and kissed me. I was surprise when I felt his tongue slipped into my mouth. I softly moaned thinking what a nice caring thing to do after sucking him.

"You should get ready for work now Buzz." I whispered with my lips touching his.

Buzz held me for a couple of seconds, just looking into my eyes.

"I could stay here all day with you Nancy"

My legs went weak and my heart fluttered. I just knew that he loved me. I softly kissed his chest and pulled away from him.

"You really need to get ready Buzz" I sighed, trying hard to convince myself that he should really go and not stay home with me. 

Buzz smiled and slowly tip toed past me in the tight shower. He purposely let his cock slide against my thigh and then stepped out.

I smiled stepping back under the spray of the shower.

I never felt so alive in my life. My thoughts were of Buzz and how he must feel about me and I of him. What did he think when I swallowed his cum? How naughty I was to hold him so that he couldn't pull his cock out of my mouth when he was cumming. I bet Jessica would never do anything like that.

I was strangely flattered that I was actually good at sucking cock, at least I thought I was

Shutting off the shower, I reached out and grabbed a towel. I quickly dried myself and then wrapped myself back in it. I opened the curtain hoping to see Buzz standing there but he wasn't. 

"Buzz?" I whispered loudly so not to wake Pam.

Stepping out of the shower I could hear him in his bedroom getting dressed. I wanted to see him before he left for work. I dropped my towel and stood in front of the mirror. I had to put my make-up on and hurry. Like Pam always said. "We should always be pretty for our men"

I picked up my compact and lightly dusted my face. The peach eye shadow was becoming my favorite and I just loved how thick my lashes became with the super luscious mascara. My lips looked full and soft with my matching peach lipstick.

I stood back and powdered myself down with garden scent talc. My boobs were jiggling but weren't floppy around like before. I smiled that I was finally controlling them.

I took one last look at myself, brushing my wet hair back with my fingers.

Buzz must be almost ready I thought. I rushed off to my bedroom and slipped on my red satin robe that Pam lent me. My nipples were clearly seen as I walked to Buzz's room.

I knocked lightly and let myself in. Buzz was just standing there slipping his tie around his neck. His hands came close to a stop when he saw me, naked under the robe. The desire in his eyes made me blush.

"Already to go Buzz?" I said standing in front of him and taking hold of his tie in my hands.

"Pretty much Nancy." His hands went to my waist.

"Well I want you to have a nice day Buzz and don't work so hard." 

I started to tie his tie for him as he looked down at me.

"Do you think you'll be home early Buzz? I mean, it would be wonderful if we could go out or something."

"I'm not really sure but I'll phone you later and let you know."

I felt his hands slip down and cup my cheeks.

"I would like that Buzz. It would be nice if you called me." I said finishing his tie and stepping back from him.

"Ok Nancy, I promise to give you a call."

With that he bent down and gave me a deep long kiss. My eyes shut softly as I savor his wonderful lips on mine.

Buzz stepped back and walked out of his room. I stood there lingering for a second and followed him out.

"Did you want me to make you something before you go Buzz? Maybe a coffee or something?"

I wanted to keep him with me for as long as I could. 

"No thanks Nancy. I'm running late as it is." 

With that he walked out of the door. I sighed and slowly walked to my bedroom.

Oh well, I thought to myself and sitting down on my bed. Tears came to my eyes. I couldn't understand why but I just started to cry. I was so happy but felt alone or maybe not. I don't know what I'm feeling anymore.

I stood up to get some tissue off of my dresser. I looked in the mirror and carefully wiped the tears from my eyes so not to smudge my make-up. 

That's when I noticed my nails. Some of my nail polished was chipped. My fingernails looked terrible and dull. I wonder if Buzz noticed that. I stood up and grabbed the nail polish remover from the bathroom and came back to my room. I sat back down on my make-up chair, crossing my legs and tucking my ankles behind the other.

As I cleaned my nails from all the old paint, my mind was drifted off to sucking Buzz's cock again. It's like I could feel his cum in my tummy. It was such a milestone in my life to have swallowed his cum.

I slowly looked up into the mirror.

What am I doing to myself? Oh my god, what is happening to me? 

My stunned face slowly turned into a smile thinking how nice it's going to be wearing my new earrings.

I started to hum happily applying my nails with a fresh coat of peach nail polish. This is nice, my lipstick and nails will match perfectly together. I just love this color.

"Good morning Nancy" Pam said as she walked into my room.

"I see your getting ready. All excited about getting your ears pierced?"

I turned around in my chair smiling.

"Oh I can hardly wait Pam. I was just thinking how nice it's going to be when I get them. Can we leave soon?"

"I'm ready when you are Nancy." She smiled.

"What do you think I should wear Pam?"

"Just by looking at you Nancy, I would say that pink skirt with a white top would look nice."

"I was thinking the same thing Pam." I giggled standing up.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen. Would you like a coffee before you go?"

"I don't think so Pam. My stomach feels a little queasy."

"Your not coming down with anything are you?"

"No, I'm alright." I smiled thinking that it was Buzz's cum that's making my stomach flutter.

Pam walked out of the room as I went to my dresser. 

As I pulled out my drawer that held my panties and bra, a tight stomach cramp almost bent me over. I stood for a few seconds till it passed. Thinking nothing, I pulled out a pair of my white lace panties and a light half cup bra and put them on.

As I moved to my closet to get my skirt and top another cramp stopped me. I winced in discomfort till it passed again. 

I pulled out my skirt and pulled it up my legs. What were those cramps I thought pulling the top over my head. I never felt them before.

"Is everything alright Nancy?" Pam asked coming back in my room.

"I think so Pam. It's just my stomach. again."

Pam smiled at me.

"You'll be ok Nancy. We all get cramps once in a while. It's just what being a girl is all about. I must say you look lovely in your outfit. "I can't believe how nicely your clothes fit on you."

I smiled back at her and then walked to the mirror.

"You don't think it's too, you know, out there? I mean, this top makes me feel like I'm advertising my boobs."

I turned this way and that in front of the mirror, slightly tugging down on my top and adjusting my skirt.

"You look just fine Nancy. Very pretty, now finish getting yourself ready. We really need to get going."

"Yes Pam." I blushed.

I walked over to my drawer again and pulled out another pack of pantyhose.

"I'll have to pick up a few more packs of stockings Pam" I shouted out.

I sat down on the chair and doughnut both legs of the nylons. I carefully pulled them up my legs. I didn't want to snag them with my fingernails. 

I stood up and pulled them up under my skirt. My legs looked nice. A lot prettier than Jessica's I bet.

Jessica face flashed in my mind. The stupid looking expression she always seems to wear. What does Buzz even see in her?

I slipped on my heels and straighten out my clothes one last time in front of the mirror.

"There is no way Jessica has anything over me."

I walked out of my room and to the kitchen. My purse was still sitting on the counter next to the phone.

Maybe I'll give Buzz a call before I leave. No, he'll think I don't trust him. Maybe if I just asked him something. I wished he would phone me. What if he phones while I'm at the mall? 

My mind was swirling at what to do.

"Nancy!" Pam shouted.

I was standing there confused.

"Are you alright? You're standing there like a statue."

I shook my head slightly. "Yes Pam, I'm fine"

I picked up my purse and smiled. "Everything is just perfect. I just can't wait to get my earrings Pam."

Pam just stood there looking at me as I passed her and walked to the door.

"I'm telling you Nancy, you really make me wonder sometimes."

We drove to the same mall. It was such a beautiful day and Pam and I chatted all the way. 

She was telling things about Buzz that I never knew before. The way he grew up without a father and how different he and I was but still so much the same. 

I was out of the car before Pam had even shut the engine off. Just something about going to the mall was making me get so excited.

"Do you want to look at dresses or get your ears done first Nancy?" Pam asked catching up with me.

"Let's get my ears done Pam. I'm dieing to have them done." I said clasping my hands together and begging.

"Your so silly today Nancy. What's gotten in you?" She giggled.

I shrugged my shoulders

"Just feeling happy Pam. I just love being me today." 

"I like you like this Nancy and I'm sure Buzz loves it."

I just smiled and thought of Buzz. I sure hope Pam is right about Buzz loving me.

We both walked up to the mall entrance and I held the door open for Pam.

"Could I steal a minute of your time ladies?"

Pam and I both looked over to see a young man standing behind a cell phone booth.

"I would love to show you some of the new cell phones designed for women."

"I'm sorry. We're not really interested." Pam said.

I leaned over to Pam and whispered." I would like to have a phone Pam. Lets take a look please?"

She smiled. "Alright Nancy, just for a minute though."

We both walked over to the booth and looked down in the display case, seeing all the different styles of phones of Creamscicle colors.

"Do have a plan already or would it be your first phone." He asked.

"Um, first. I mean, I know how one works. Like I used one before but that was a while ago." I blurted out and then blushed.

The man just looked at me and then at Pam.

"Your just full of words today aren't you Nancy?" Pam joked.

I was so embarrassed as the man just smiled back at me as if I was some ditsy blond.

The man then reached down into the display case and pulled out a few phones out and laid them out for me. 

I picked up each one and tested it. They both were looking at me knowing I didn't have a clue what I was doing.

"I think it would be easier for you to just pick a color Nancy." Pam giggled.

The man silently laughed as well but this time I gave them both a kooky look.

"Oh you guys think you're so smart." I laughed back." I'll take this one."

I reached down and pointed at the smallest of the phones. Completely gloss pink and made to fit nicely in a purse.

"I knew that you were going to pick that Nancy. I just knew it."

"I think it's the perfect fit for such a lovely lady." The man said smiling at me.

I looked up at him and saw that little glint in his eyes. The same kind of look Buzz has given me before.

"Um, thank-you. Um what do I need to do now?" I asked letting my eyes linger with his.

"We're going to have to activate you"

"Activate? And are you the one that activates me?"

"Nancy, we have to get going." Pam said nudging me.

I gave a bashful look at Pam. She knew I was flirting with the guy. It was all innocent. It's just that I like the way he looked at me that made me feel good inside. I do have to admit, he is rather handsome and does look good in his suit.

"All you have to do is fill out your application and then you're all set."

I turned back at him and smiled.

"Ok,,um,, do you have a pen?" 

"Of course I do." He said reaching inside his jacket and pulling out a gold pen "You can use my personal pen."

This time I caught his eyes dropping to my boobs. I smiled as his eyes crawled back to mine. I gently reached out and took the pen from him. 

"Maybe you can help fill it out for me?" I said leaning over the counter knowing that my boobs were front and center. What a strange feeling of power I had over this man.

"Here, give it to me, I'll fill it out for god sakes." Pam said taking the pen in her hand and maneuvered herself in front of me between him and I

I had to just giggle when the guy looked at me. I could tell he was smitten with me. I just kept playing eye tag with him till Pam finished the application. I was imagining what it would be like to kiss him.




The Party Ch. 04



"Ok, that's it, all done." Pam said interrupting our little game.

The guy almost looked sad as he finalized everything and handed Pam the phone.

"So now you have your own phone Nancy. You'll have to call Buzz right away." 

I knew Pam said that just to spur any hopes the man thought he had with me. Now he knew I had someone called Buzz. She was such a protective mother. I laughed to myself taking the phone from her and putting it in my purse.

We both walked away from the booth and I made sure to look back at him one final time and smile. He was putty in my hands and I loved it. 

"You're such a flirt Nancy. You had the poor man drooling all over you." 

I couldn't hold back my laughter.

"No I didn't Pam. I wasn't doing anything." I smiled knowingly.

We kept walking through the mall and then I would stop to look in the stores windows. 

"Come on Nancy or we'll never get your ears pierced." Pam said taking my hand in hers and pulling me along.

"Don't you just love my new phone Pam? I can't wait till I give Buzz a call. He's going to be so surprised."

"Nancy, you're such a chatter box today and yes I do like your phone."

We strolled further down the mall with Pam still dragging me.

"Here we are Nancy" she said opening the door.

I walked in ahead of her and up to the front desk.

Yes, can I help you?" The girl said smiling up at us.

"Hi, yes, um, I would like to have my ears pierced and my future mother would like to watch."

Both the girl and Pam looked at each other and then at me. 

Pam stood next to me and smiled down at the girl. "She's so excited about getting her ears done."

The girl straightened up and laughed. "I can see that, come with me and I'll do her right away. My name is Brandy."

We followed the girl pass some beaded curtains and I was surprised to see that it was also a hair salon.

She walked to the second chair in the place and told me to have a seat, patting the back of the chair. 

I sat down and looked at myself in the big mirror in front of me. My make-up still looked fine and my hair was nice except for a few strands poking up. I pinch them with my fingers and tried to keep them down.

"I can't wait till my hair grows out Pam. Then I won't have this problem with this stupid hair."

"Your hair is nice Nancy. Don't worry about it." Pam said standing behind me looking at our reflection

"Why don't you let me put some extensions in your hair?" Brandy said sitting the piecing gun down at her station.

"Extensions? What are they?"

"There're extensions of human hair. I can match your color and give you any length you want."

I looked over at Pam with excitement in my face.

"Oh Pam, please?"

Pam just smiled. "How long will that take?"

"I couldn't do it all today but I could get a good start on it. I have to say that it is quite expensive though."

"Pam, I want to do it. I just hate my hair the way it is right now."

"I know you do Nancy. If you don't mind sitting in the chair for a few hours then I'm ok with it too."

I gave out a high happy shriek that made everyone look and laugh. I was so excited.

"Listen Nancy, I'll be back later to pick you up. I have some banking to do and then we can go shopping if we have time."

"I can only work on her for about two hours and then she can come back tomorrow and I'll finish her up."

"That's ok right Pam? I could always come back here tomorrow by myself if you're busy."

"Just relax Nancy and enjoy yourself. We'll think of something." Pam said patting me on my shoulder.

"Should we start with your ears first Nancy?"

"Yes Brandy. I have been wanting this done for as long as I can remember."

Brandy picked up the gun and carefully placed it against my lobe. She gave it a quick click and it was done. I smiled at myself through the mirror as she did the other ear.

"That's not so bad is it Nancy?"

"I don't know why I never had them done when I was younger. Oh well, its done now." I said turning my head slightly, looking at the little peach pearl studs.

Brandy smiled and walled away leaving me for a minute. 

I look so much better having earrings. It added such a nice touch.

I kept looking in the mirror when I started to feel the cramps coming on again. I started to wonder if it was maybe Buzz's cum that was causing them.

Brandy came back pushing a cart with different spindle lengths of hair.

"Ok Nancy, you better relax. This is going to take a while. I brought you some magazines for you to read if you want."

I just smiled up at her and reached over and took a magazine of fashion, trying hard not to let her see me being in discomfort from the cramps. 

Brandy started to comb my hair out, wetting it slightly with a spray bottle. 

"You have lovely hair. You should have always worn it long."

"I know. I just hate it being this short. There's nothing I can do with it. I was just telling my mother the other day how I hated it."

"We'll fix that up for you in no time." Brandy said.

I could feel Brandy clipping up my hair. She had made a neat part along the sides and around to the back of my head.

"So how long would you like your hair Nancy?" Brandy asked looking at me through my reflection.

"I would like my hair to touch my shoulders if that's possible Brandy?

"I could make it a little longer, that way if you decide to curl you hair it will bounce nicely on your shoulders." How would you like that?"

"Perfect, that's exactly what I had in mind." I smiled back at her.

She pushed my shoulders back against the chair and picked up a long strand of hair. I could feel light tugs as she carefully weaved the hair into place, adding small drops of glue.

I slowly thumbed through the magazine as Brandy did her work. I would glance up once in a while and just smile at her. She was parting my hair up in layers and applying the strands. It was amazing how my hair was starting to take shape.

I read through three magazines while Brandy was finishing up. I never knew these women's magazines were so interesting and handy with tips on make-up and fashion... I was thinking in the back of my mind how I should ask Pam for some subscriptions.

"Well Nancy, that's all I can do for now. You come back tomorrow and I'll finish you up. It's coming along just fine." She lightly picked at my hair. "I'm going to tie your hair back into a ponytail just so no one will notice the extensions." Brandy said pulling my hair back in her hands and adding a white scrunchy.

I slipped off the chair and stood for a second looking in the mirror. I twisted my head back and forth watching my ponytail swinging behind my head.

"I just love it Brandy. Thank-you so very much."

"It looks good on you Nancy. With your new earrings and all, you look very pretty."

I blushed and smiled at myself.

"So, um, if you come by at about ten, I'll finish you up. Ok?"

"Sounds like a plan Brandy. I'll see you tomorrow."

I picked up my purse and walked out of the salon. I just loved the feeling of my ponytail swishing behind me as I walked out to the mall. 

I was wondering when Pam was going to show up while carefully pushing my way through the small crowds of people. The bench chairs in the middle of the mall looked like an excellent place to wait.

Sitting down and then crossing my legs, I looked around aimlessly. I could see a man sitting with what I presumed was his wife. He was staring at my legs and then would quickly look away. 

I could only smile to myself.

A faint ringing sound came from inside my purse. I quickly swung it in front of me and opened it up. Who could be phoning me already?

"Hello?"

"Hi Nancy, I bet this is your first phone call isn't it." 

I was somewhat startled as I tried to figure out the voice.

"Who is this?"

"It's someone that's wants to get to know you better."

I felt myself blush

"Come on, who is this?" I asked.

"Ok, I'll give you a hint, someone that just met you and already knows your name and phone number."

My eyes wandered around the mall, glancing at the man sitting with his wife.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know." 

"Stand up and turn around."

I could still feel myself blushing as I stood up and slowly turned around. My eyes darted about till they rested on another pair. It was the cell phone salesman. He was smiling holding his phone to his ear.

"Gotcha" He laughed in the receiver then folding it close as he walked towards me.

I felt a small panic attack watching him walking to me. I closed my phone and fumbled it back in my purse. I couldn't look at him.

"Where's your mom?" He asked standing next to me.

I looked up at him and then sat back down on the bench.

"She's not my mom and do you always keep your customers numbers?" I said trying to act annoyed.

"Just the pretty ones." He said and then smiled sitting down next to me.

His leg nonchalantly touched mine. It sent a strange chill through me as I looked up at him.

"I like what you done with your hair. It looks very nice. By the way, my name is James."

"You really like it?" I said shaking my head slightly, enough for my ponytail to swing.

"For sure. I think it makes you look very cute and innocent. And your earrings are new aren't they? I mean you weren't wearing any when you came up to my booth.

"You noticed that I wasn't wearing earrings?" I asked looking into his eyes for the first time.

"Of course I did. I always look at what makes a woman as beautiful as you. And the earrings just top it off perfectly."

I felt my stomach flutter. His words were so kind and he noticed the things I felt were important.

"Your fiancé is a very lucky man to have someone like you. I bet he showers you with everything you want." He smiled softly at me.

"He's a lucky man and I'm a very lucky girl." I shyly and quietly said.

I watched as he reached out and lifted and toyed with my ponytail.

"So shy and innocent. But I'm not sure that's the way you really are." He smiled.

"What do you mean by that?" I said pulling my head away from his hand.

"Oh come off it Nancy. I seen the way you were looking at me back at the booth."

"What are you talking about? I'll have you know that I'm engaged." I forcefully grinned, holding up my ring on my finger. "Now if you don't mind. I rather be alone till my mother shows up thank-you very much."

How dare he assume that I was interested in him? Especially in that way.

"All that shows me is that I still have a chance with you." He said and again reaching over and toying with my hair. "I can make it very good for you Nancy."

"Listen James, I'm very flattered that you see me that way but I'm really not interested. Now please back off."

"Come on Nancy. How about we go for a coffee? I didn't mean to offend you. I'm really sorry."

I looked at him and could see that he was really being sincere. I could see in his face that he worried that he blew it with me and I was going to tell him so.

"Listen James, It wouldn't be right." 

"It's just for a coffee, nothing else." James pleaded.

"Not you two again." Pam said coming up behind us. 

I shifted in my seat and looked behind me. James pulled his hand away from my ponytail and stood up. I was happy to see that Pam was finally here.

"You ready to get our shopping done Nancy? I hope you didn't wait too long."

"Not too long Pam." I stood up. "Do you like my hair?"

"I'm going to leave you two ladies. Have a nice day." James said as he sleeked himself away.

"Nancy, what did I tell you about flirting? It's a good thing I came over when I did. Who knows what could have happen."

"I'm sorry Pam, but he just sat down. I didn't know what to do."

"Just stop your flirting. That would be the first thing you can do. Now let's get going." 

"Yes Pam. I'm sorry. Um, do you like my hair?"

She smiled." Of course I do Nancy. The ponytail gives you such a girly fun look. I love everything about you. I'm so proud to have you as my soon to be daughter- and-law.

I gave her a hug and then picked up my purse.

We walked down past a few stores and came to a store with array of women's clothes. We both stopped and looked in the front window.

"I think this store is probably as good as any. What do you think Nancy?" Pam asked.

"I think we should at least take a look Pam. I mean shopping is shopping right?" I giggled.

"You're so right Nancy. That's what we girls are best at."

We both walked into the store and right away I seen a beautiful summer dress. A floral pattern of soft reds and whites that came with a lacy scoop neckline that lay delicately over and down around the breasts. My legs went weak as I quickly turned back to Pam.

"Oh Pam, I just have to have it. It's just what I always wanted." 

Pam just laughed. "Nancy, we haven't even stepped two feet into the store and already you're loving everything."

I giggled and turned back looking at the dress, reaching up and touching the soft material.

"It's so soft and flowing Pam. Just perfect for one of those lazy days of summer."

"I think so too Nancy. I think it would just look lovely on you."

I took one off the rack and held it over me. I felt shivers shoot through me as I imagine how it would look on me.

"Nancy. I think you should maybe pick a few causal dresses and maybe one or two dressy ones. You already have plenty of nice skirts and tops."

I swished my hips and watched the bottom of the dress flow back and forth against my legs.

"Should I try it on Pam?"

"I don't think you need too Nancy. We really should be going. I already know that you're about a size 6. We can always bring it back if we don't wash it."

"We already have to go? It seems we just started Pam." I said sulking. 

"I wasn't planning on spending this much time at the mall. Your getting your hair done sort of took away our time shopping."

"I'm sorry Pam." I said feeling a tear forming at the corner of my eye.

"You're not going to cry are you? Oh Nancy, it's ok. I was just saying. We can always come back and do some more." 

Pam walked to me and gave me a hug and kissed my forehead.

"Come Nancy, let's get you something else." She smiled taking my hand.

I wiped my tear away. I felt so foolish for almost crying. She was right; I could always come back and do some more shopping. 

We walked down the isle a little and found another assortment of summer dresses. 

"You know what's so wonderful about these types of dresses Nancy?" she said spreading apart the dresses on the rack hangers.

"What is that Pam?" I asked standing next to her, touching the dresses.

"It's how these dresses all flow out from our breasts, it smoothes out our figures and tones out our shapes. I have few at home myself."

I walked over to another rack and took out a lovely lavender baby doll dress. It was so light and sheer. Perfect for a hot day. 

"What do you think of this one Pam?"

"What ever you like Nancy. I think anything you wear will look lovely on you."

"Just give me five minutes to try it on Pam. I promise I'll hurry."

Pam smiled and kept looking, not answering me. She was secretly having fun shopping for me. I could tell.

I slipped into one of the dressing rooms and quickly pulled my top over my head. I kept my eye on the dress, examining it as I pulled my skirt down and off. Picking up the dress I started to wonder if I was suppose to wear a bra under it. I tried to think of when the last time I wore a dress like this and if I was wearing a bra or not. I just couldn't remember.

I put the dress back on the bench seat and removed my bra. It sort of made sense not too wear a bra, just by the way the cups were made on the dress. I would probably get enough support from that, after all I can't have my boobs flapping around when I walk. What would people think?

I held the dress upside down and pulled it over my head. It felt deliciously feminine the way my boobs were cradled in the bust. I was in heaven glancing in the mirror and smoothing out the dress. It fell to just above my knees and a soft ribbon tied delicately under my breasts.

Just by looking at myself in the mirror made me want to twirl around. I was the happiest girl on the planet and I just couldn't wait to show Buzz.

I opened the door by an inch or so and peered out. Pam was still shifting through clothes racks and I noticed a couple of more dresses in the basket.

"Pam, Pam." I whispered loudly at her.

She glanced up at me and smiled and mouthed the words "What"

I motion for her to come to me with the crook of my finger.

Pam slowly walked towards me as I opened the door slightly farther apart. I could see from her look she loved how I looked. 

"It looks darling Nancy" Pam said looking me up and down. "Buzz is just going to eat you up in that"

"Thanks Pam but I want to know if I can try on the other dress I picked out. Do we have time?"

"I'm sure it will fit, why don't you just change back in your clothes and maybe we'll buy you some shoes for your new clothes."

"Shoes? That's right Pam, I never even thought about that. I don't have any shoes to go with anything. What kind should I buy? Do you think some nice heels would go nicely with what I'm wearing right now? How about the dress I picked out first? What do you think I should wear with that one? Open toe heels are pretty." 

"You're babbling again Nancy. Are you feeling alright?" Pam asked quietly.

"I feel just fine Pam. How else would a girl feel having new dresses to wear? And I just love the way my hair is now. Do you like my earrings Pam?"

Pam just stood there with a worry look on her face as she gently pushed her way into the dressing room with me.

"Nancy I really do think we should go home now. Um, something came up and we really have to go. Now let's get you changed back in your clothes and we can come back sometime again."

"But Pam, can't we just spend a little longer shopping?"

Tears came to my eyes as she started to undo the drawstring on the dress.

"No Nancy, now slip off that dress and put your skirt and top back on. I'll go pay the lady at the front and then we can go."

"Yes Pam." I said sulking.

I pull the dress up over my head and handed it to Pam. Her eyes glanced down at my breasts as if to study them and then looked back at me.

"You better not forget to put your bra back on."

"Yes Pam." I said making a face that she couldn't see.

She gathered up the new clothes and slipped out of the dressing room.

I bent down and picked up my skirt.

Who does she think she is to tell me when to wear my bra and when not too. I slipped my skirt up my legs and looked in the mirror.

Pam is probably just jealous about my boobs. I can see how she was looking at me. She's just jealous. 

I slowly ran my fingers along the outside of my breasts to the tip of my nipple. I shuddered slightly thinking how Buzz's mouth felt earlier sucking them in his mouth. 

I shut my eyes a little and slowly massage my breasts, letting my nipples poke between my fingers and tugging gently on them. A small and quiet gasp escaped my lips. My nipples quickly became hard and sensitive.

I opened my eyes and smile to myself.

I pick up my blouse and slipped it over my head. My nipples poked sharply through the material as I pulled it down to my waist. 

I don't think I'll wear my bra even if Pam thinks I should. I'm sure she's just jealous from all the attention I've been getting. She's afraid that she's loosing Buzz to me.

"You all set to go Nancy?" Pam asked through the door.

I took one last look and stuffed my bra in my purse and then opened the door.

"All set Pam." I smiled.

I could see her looking at my boobs. Take a good look Pam I thought to myself. Don't you wish you had what I had?

Pam pushed past me with the bags from the store. I could easily see she was upset with me.




The Party Ch. 04



As we got out in the mall, I stopped and looked at her. I was feeling a wave of hotness come over me

"Are we going to look at shoes or what Pam?" I snidely asked.

"No Nancy, I want to take you home. We can do that another day."

"That's just great Pam. I don't see why we can't stay a little longer."

"You just don't seem to be yourself right now Nancy, its best we take you home"

Well, I'll be coming here tomorrow anyways to have my hair finished and then I'll shop for some shoes then, that is if you wouldn't mind lending me some money." I said coldly.

"I don't think you should be going anywhere by yourself right now Nancy. It's just too soon."

"You just hate seeing me having fun and trying to look my best, don't you Pam? You're just so afraid that Buzz will devote all his time to me and forget about his mother. Well I'll tell you right now that you better get use to it. Buzz isn't a mommy's boy any longer. He's mine so you just better get use to it."

"What has come over you Nancy? I'm not thinking anything of the sort. We can talk about this later when we get home. This isn't the place to have this discussion, now let's get going." Pam embarrassedly said to me as she noticed a few people listening to us.

I just turned away from her and briskly walked towards the main doors and walked out of the mall. Pam was right behind me as we made it too her car.

Pam gave me some sort of look as she unlocked her side of the door and got inside. She reached over and unlocked my side and I slid in the front. I defiantly looked back at her.

"What now?" I asked.

"Nothing Nancy, nothing at all."

Pam started the car and then looked back at me.

"Nancy your ponytail is caught under your top, just lean forward and let me get it for you."

What is this? I thought to myself. Now she wants to be nice. Well maybe this is how she is trying to make up to me. She knows that I'm right. She knows that she will never be able to keep up with me in the looks department. I never knew she would have been so jealous of me...

I leaned forward and felt her reach behind me. Pam fumbled with my hair for a little bit and then I felt something being peeled off of my back. I then felt my ponytail being pulled up and smoothed out and then looked at her as she crumpled something in her hand.

"I think I'll call Wendy later and find out if she can see you again." Pam said as she started to drive away.

"Wendy? Who's Wendy?" I asked looking out the window.

"Wendy Yates. Your doctor, you don't remember?" 

I just shrugged my shoulders and calmly looked down at my nails and then at how my skirt was laying across my legs.

"What ever Pam. Just take me home. I feel a little tired now and my stomach is started to feel a little queasy again."

Pam just nodded and kept driving.

It wasn't long before we drove up to our house. I quickly opened my door and stepped out, not saying a word to Pam as she opened her door. 

"Take your bags inside and I'll lock up." Pam said walking to the back and opening the trunk of her car. 

I reached inside and pulled out the bags. I couldn't help but smile seeing the beautiful dresses folded inside.

"I'm going to try these on right now. I'm just dying to try on the floral dress. I think Buzz is just going to love it. What do you think Pam?"

"Why don't you give him a call on your new cell phone and tell him all about it? Don't forget to give him your new number as well."

I looked at Pam for a second and then finally broke a smile at her. Maybe she does care about me. I just don't know anymore. She's so moody sometimes.

I sat the bags down and put my purse on the hood of the car as I fished out my cell phone. Pam had walked into the house as I tried to remember what Buzz's number was. It was just on the tip of my tongue but just wasn't coming too me. His number was so automatic for me to dial before.

I shoved the phone back in my purse in frustration and picked up my bags. 

"Pam?" I called out walking into the house "What was Buzz's phone number again?"

I stood and listen for Pam to call back. "Pam?"

I could hear a faint chatter coming from the back room. I carefully walked down the hall and snuggled to the edge of the door and peered in.

Pam was sitting down with her legs crossed looking extremely worried. I heard her mention my name a few times and about how moody I had become and how she took the patch off me in the car. I felt taken aback and surprised that Pam would be talking about me behind my back. How dare she and what is this thing about a patch?

"Ok Wendy. I'll give her some of my pills till I pick her own prescription from you tomorrow. Thank-you so very much and I'll see you tomorrow."

Pam hung up the phone and stared at the wall for a few seconds. I snuck silently back to the front door. I wonder what she was up too.

"Did you get a hold of Buzz with your cell phone Nancy?" Pam asked walking from the hallway.

"Um, no, um, I didn't Pam. I couldn't remember his number. Pam? Why were you talking about me on the phone?"

I could see Pam's eyes tear up. Her shoulders went limp as she looked at me.

"Oh Nancy, that just was me being so concern about you honey. You haven't been yourself and plus the pains in your stomach had me worried about you. So I phoned up Wendy and told her. I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you Nancy. You must understand that. I love you so much and you know how I think you're the best thing to ever happen to Buzz."

I just stood there looking at her and started to weep. Pam skipped over to me and gave me a big hug and held me. I cried like a baby into her shoulders as she pat my back.

"Awwww, its ok Nancy, everything is just going to be fine."

"But Pam, I just don't know what is happening to me." I sniffled.

"It's alright Nancy, you just been through so much lately. Wendy said this was to be expected. You're going to be just fine Nancy. We always have our up and down days. Yours was today and you have nothing to worry about." Pam said still patting my back lightly.

"I was so mean to you today Pam. Will you forgive me?" I said lifting up from her shoulder and looking at her.

"Of course I do Nancy. I love you and like I said before, you're the best thing to ever happen to Buzz. I know he just adores you."

"He really does Pam? I mean he seems to be so busy and I just don't see him much anymore."

"There you go again Nancy. You're getting yourself all worried about nothing. Once Buzz gets settled in with his new position I'm sure you'll see more of him."

"Do you really think so Pam? Sometimes I feel so alone. I really need him sometimes."

"Of course I do Nancy." She wiped a tear from my cheek. "Now why don't we try on those dresses and get you all pretty up for when Buzz gets here." 

"Buzz is coming here? I mean he's coming here right now?" 

"Yes sweetheart. I wasn't suppose to tell you. He wanted to keep it a surprise but Buzz has something to show you." 

"Oh Pam, what is it? I love surprises." I anxiously smiled.

"I told you more then I should of. Now I want you to go get yourself ready and I'll bring up some medicine for you."

"What medicine Pam? I feel fine now."

"Its nothing, just something to make you get rid of those silly tummy aches and some of my happy pills." Pam smiled.

I smiled back, picking up my bags.

"I'll be in my room getting ready Pam. I just can't wait till Buzz gets here. I sure hope he likes my hair and notices my earrings. Do you think he will like my hair Pam?"

"Will you stop your worrying Nancy? You're going to get yourself all worked up again." Pam chuckled in a light voice.

I giggled back and skipped into my room, throwing my bags on top of my bed. I started to undress and tossed my things to the ground.

He's just going to love my new dress. I'll have to freshen up before I put these on. I wonder what he'll be surprising me with. 

I went into the bathroom and eyed myself over, turning my head this way and that. I just need to touch my lips up and maybe my mascara.

Pam knocked and then walked into the bathroom. I blushed putting down my lipstick and picking up my towel, holding it in front of myself, feeling a little shy standing nude in front of her.

"Here are your pills Nancy. Now you won't have to worry about those stupid cramps anymore." Pam said handing me the pills and then the glass of water she was holding.

I slipped the pills in my mouth and took the glass from her. I drank them down and handed her the glass back.

"That's my girl. Everything is just going to be fine. Every girl experiences menstrual cramps some time in her life, I'm just surprise this was your first time. A girl your age and not ever having them seems so strange." Pam said walking away.

I looked back in the mirror somewhat bewildered, letting the towel drop away.

That's so true, why haven't I ever had them before? I should have known what they were. That explains everything.

I picked up my mascara and leaned forward, my face inches away from the mirror and stroked some more on my lashes. My breasts hung away from me, swaying gently as I finished.

I straighten up and gently cupped my breasts, pressing them tight against me as my fingers gently pulled on my nipples. I shivered and got goose bumps over my body. I just loved the tingling that ran through me when my breasts were touched. 

I quietly moaned and shut my eyes.

I slowly reached down to my tummy, softly running my hand over it, dipping it down towards my clit. My body shuddered as I close my fingers around my clit and gently squeezed it to life. My thoughts wandered to Buzz and how special he made me feel.

Another small gasp escaped my mouth as my finger trailed itself to between my cheeks. I half way squatted, letting my finger touch and probe my pussy. My body again shuddered. I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. God I wanted Buzz so badly right now. I wanted his cock deep inside me where it belonged.

I let go of myself and stood back up. My cheeks were flushed.

I reached over to the Vaseline on the counter and globbed some on my finger. I lifted my leg on the toilet seat and tenderly smeared it around my pussy. 

As I put my leg down I glanced at myself in the mirror. I half way blushed knowing that I wanted to be fucked.

I started to wonder when Buzz was going to be here. Its better I phone him just to make sure to be ready for him. 

I wrapped the towel around me and walked towards my purse. I took out my phone and flipped it open, punching in his number and then holding to my ear. 

"Hello?" Buzz answered after a few rings.

"Hello Buzz. Do you know who this is?" I quietly and softly asked.

"Um,,,, is it,,,,um,,,Tina?" 

My stomach sunk.

"Who's Tina" I clearly asked.

"I'm just joking sweetheart. I know that it's you Nancy. How are you?"

I let out a soft sigh.

"You should know better than to tease me like that Buzz." 

"I'm sorry honey. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm just trying on my new dress that I bought at the mall. I wish you could see it Buzz." I smiled to myself knowing he would be here soon.

"Nancy, I'm about twenty me minutes away... I have something to show you. It's a surprise." Buzz said excitedly.

"A surprise? What kind of surprise?" I asked curiously.

"You're just going to have to wait till I get home." Buzz teased.

"Awwwwww,,,, come on Buzzy.Just give me a hint." I adolescently said.

"Nope,,, see you in a few." 

Buzz hung up and I took the phone from my ear. 

I wonder what Buzz is up too? What could he possibly being surprising me with? 

I slowly wandered into my bedroom.

What should I wear? What if he's bringing someone or taking me somewhere? What if the new dress is too casual for meeting him? Maybe I should just wear a nice skirt and top till he gets here and then I could always run back and change into something else if I needed too. This was so confusing but important that I dressed properly.

I went to my closet and looked at my skirts and blouses. Pulling them aside, I frantically went through my closet looking for something nice. I quickly ran over to my new dresses lying on the bed. 

I just don't know. I'm just dying to wear the new dress. It should be ok to wear. I mean Pam herself told me I looked very pretty in it.

I picked it up and walked over to the mirror. Dropping my towel to the floor, I held it up against me. I just loved how soft it felt against me. 

I glanced up to the mirror.

Buzz is just going to love this. I just know he will.

I happily slipped my legs into the dress and pulled it up. The elastic brim of the dress hung tightly under my arms and gathered my breasts together. The softness of the dress caressing my body made me feel so sexy and alive. 

I looked at myself from top to bottom, twisting my head to one side then to the other, my ponytail swung softly against the back of my neck and my new earrings glittered quietly. I just loved the way I looked and felt confident about myself. 

Walking over to my dresser I picked out a pair of red bikini sheer panties. I wiggled them up my legs, snuggly pulling them up under my dress.

I looked at my bedroom clock and was expecting Buzz any minute now. 

I sure hope Buzz likes my new dress. I wonder what he's going to say when he sees me. I guess he doesn't have to say anything, I know I look nice. 

My words mumbled in my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror again.

I should have gotten the necklace that went with my earrings. Maybe tomorrow I'll go back and buy something nice for myself. I think I've earned it with what I been going through lately. After all I do have to go back to get my hair done and buy some shoes anyways.

I wonder if Pam will give me some money of my own to spend. It's a hassle to always have to see if she approves or not when I'm using her money. I know what looks nice on me; I don't need her to tell me what looks good on me or not.

I could hear a car pulling up and quickly took a look outside the window. Buzz was walking up towards the door.

"Oh my god, he's here" I gleefully said to myself, shutting the drapes and quickly moving to my bedroom door.

I took one more last breath and walked out. My tummy was in knots as I anxiously walked down the hall towards the front door. Buzz was just opening the door and walking in. He had changed into a white golf shirt and matching shorts.

"Hello?" Buzz shouted out.

"Hi Buzz" I said flowing towards him.

"Well hello Nancy. Don't you look beautiful today."

I was blushing as his eyes traveled up and down and lingering on my boobs.

"Thank-you Buzz, this is the new dress I told you I bought today. Do you like it? Do you like the little flowers?"

I held my hands out slightly and twirled for him. I felt the hem of the dress swirl up and settled down when I stopped.

Buzz walked straight up to me and held me close.

"You look fucking great Nancy." He half whispered in a low seductive voice. His hands sliding to my ass cheeks and lightly squeeze them.

"I see you two are at it again." Pam said walking out of the back of the house.

I looked over at her and smiled and pulled Buzz's hands away and stepped back. 

"I have something to show you two, especially Nancy." Buzz said reaching out and taking my hand into his.

"Its something I wanted to do for a long time now and never really had a chance till now. I never could have done it without the help of Nancy and the support of you Mother."

"What is it Buzz?" I asked in unison with Pam.

We both giggled as Buzz pulled me to the front door.

"What is it? Wait a minute, I have to get some shoes on." I lightly protested as he opened the door and started to pull me out.

"Just come with me Nancy. You just have to see this."

I let Buzz pull me by my hand out the door and down the walk towards the driveway. Pam was right behind us giggling.

"Ok Nancy, I want you to shut your eyes till I tell you to open them, Ok?" 

"Ok Buzz" I laughed and giggled, shutting my eyes.

I held onto Buzz's hand with both of mine and took small dainty steps so not to trip. Buzz moved behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Ok Nancy, open them." His hands squeezed my shoulders slightly.

I quickly opened them and saw a beautiful red convertible jaguar.

"Oh my god Buzz." I said running the best I could in my bare feet to the car. "It's beautiful"

Buzz was walking up to the car himself with Pam right behind.

"You know I always wanted a car like this and you made it happen for me."

I was sliding my hands over the car's body and walking around it. I looked up at him smiling.

"It has all the options except for one thing." Buzz said glowing.

"Oh really? And what doesn't it have Buzz?" I asked, my eyes shifting from the car and then to his.

"A gorgeous looking lady in the passenger seat while I drive." 

My knees went weak when he said that. What a wonderful thing to say. I just smiled at him and looked away.

"Let me take you for a ride Nancy. You just have to feel what its like to be sitting in it."

I squealed sharply and clapped my hands.

"I would love to go for a ride."

"Let me run up to the house and get your purse and some sandals for you Nancy." Pam said turning away.

I squealed again and slowly walked along the length of the car. I looked up at Buzz smiling. He was so proud of himself standing there eyeing the car himself.

"It's just so beautiful Buzz." I said making my way to where he was standing.

"Just like you Nancy."

I gushed again. It touched me deep inside when he would say things like that to me. I moved seductively in front of him and took his hands, placing them on my waist. My hands stretch over his shoulders and crossed at the wrists.

Buzz looked down at me and gave me a long and soft kiss. I was melting inside and wanted him so badly. The desire I had for him right then and there came from deep inside.

"And again with you two." Pam laughed coming down the walk towards us. She was carrying sandals in her one hand and my purse in the other.

I pulled back from Buzz and let my eyes linger on his. He could easily feel what I wanted.

"Slip these on Nancy. I hardly ever wore them."

"Pam dropped the sandals on the ground next to my feet. I placed my hand on Buzz's shoulder and wiggled my foot inside them.

"Careful Honey" Buzz said placing his hand around my waist.

I slipped the other sandal on my foot.

"How are they? Do they fit alright?" Pam asked. "Take a little walk and tell me how they feel."

Buzz's hand slipped off of me as I walked up and then back in front of them.

"They feel fine Pam. And I just love the crossover straps. They are so pretty." 

Pam smiled and handed me my purse.

"Let's go Nancy. You're just going to love the ride."

Buzz took my hand and opened the car door. I carefully sat down on the leather seat with Buzz shutting the door lightly.

"The car is looking better already." Buzz said smiling down at me. "We'll be back later Mom."

"You two have fun and be careful."

"We will,,, bye Pam." I said watching as Buzz opened his door and sat in. 

Buzz started the engine and looked over at me as he put it in gear.

"Let's go!"

We sped off down the road. The power in the car was overwhelming as Buzz twisted and turned amongst the other cars.

"This is really great Buzz. I'm so happy for you." I said looking at him.

Buzz just gave his special smile and pressed his foot further down on the gas, speeding off down the road.

We drove for about an hour up the highway towards the foothills of the city. The music was quietly playing and the sun shone down on us. What a perfect day I was having. 

I looked over at Buzz as he drove. I never have seen him this happy before. I went slightly in a dream as his muscles would ripple changing gears. His hair ruffled in the wind and collar of his shirt flapping. My eyes drifted down to his legs, the soft dark hair softly shaking with the motor. I watched how his shorts bunched up against his crotch every time he shifted.




The Party Ch. 04



Chapter IV

Annie Is Stripped And Humiliated

While the host and I had awaited Annie's return with the driver, I was commanded to stack my clothing neatly on the floor in front of me; to crawl over to the host and kneel in front of him. His exact words were that my dick "was never to be above the floor and I was to crawl like the white snake I undoubtedly was". 

Annie and the taxi driver entered the foyer just as I assumed my position in front of our Master of Ceremonies. I was now pretty sure that I knew what the host was going to show the Black driver. It would only be a few minutes until I realized that I was only partially right in my assumption.

Without hesitation, he instructed me to unzip his pants and pull out his flaccid penis. I had had one homosexual experience with a roommate in college and there had been some male and female nudity, of course, in our D/s play with the other white couples but I had never been so close to a black cock before; had never really been able to appreciate the difference between the length and girth of the Black penis and the one with which I was most familiar, my own. 

While it was obvious that he could do as he wished, I hoped against hope that the Host wasn't going to make me suck him in front of my wife and this stranger. First of all, I was worried that I might not be able to satisfactorily perform fellatio on him with my limited experience and I hadn't really counted on my having to be so involved in the day's performances so quickly. I guess I was still a bit unbalanced after our entry and my having to strip so quickly although my obvious discomfort seemed to suit the Master just fine. Lastly, I didn't know what kind of lasting effect such a presentation might have on my continuing relationship with my wife. I really didn't want her to view me as gay or bi or even as a cocksucker. It was not productive for me to have such thoughts at that particular moment so I tried my best to put them aside.

Our host thanked the driver for coming in and stated that he had almost forgotten that part of the driver's compensation for conveying guests on his Saturday off was to be able to enjoy seeing some of the day's more interesting behavior and, more particularly, the nudity of a few of the female guests. 

The host asked, "Will, is there was anything in this room that you would really like to see?"

Of course, I thought the driver would enjoy humiliating me because of where I was kneeling but the Black Master preempted him in that vein. While he awaited the driver's answer, the host grasped the back of my head and instructed me to kiss and suck his now semi-erect penis. 

Once again, I was surprised by the immediacy of the demand but I also realized that, in the most perverse way, I wanted to feel and taste the massive cock jutting before me. I slowly complied and kissed my way around the dark purple, angry looking, head of the Master's penis, trying to show him how impressed I was with his manhood.

There was no sound from behind me so I presumed Annie and the driver had also expected something like what they were watching or, at the least, that it did not surprise them.

After a moment's hesitation and while I began to administer to the cock in front of me, the driver stated, "I would like to see what color panties this slut is wearing; I caught just a glimpse of them when I had seated her in the taxi."

He continued, "I think this little, white wife is too much of a lady not to keep her knees tightly closed to a stranger's eyes."

Even though he had just said it, I didn't register the statement until much later when I had time to remember all that happened and it was finally assimilated in my memory that it was when he had attempted to pry Annie's knees apart in the back of the taxi that the driver had glimpsed her panties; that knowledge provided me with an exciting residual visual benefit after the party had ended and I had time to reminisce about all that had happened on this fateful day. 

For some strange reason, at that moment, as I heard the taxi driver describe Annie's evading his intrusion by keeping her knees tightly closed, I was proud of my Annie's shyness. As couples, I have always thought that we learn so much about each other when we stretch our boundaries and this was a moment in Annie's and my history that confirmed that I knew a lot about my Annie that I had only thought I had known before. 

As a seeming afterthought to the driver's statement, the host commanded Annie to unzip the driver's pants and take out from the encasing slacks the older man's fat, ebony cock and huge swollen balls. Annie quietly complied and was obviously astounded to see the substantial length and girth of the black cock and what appeared to be a tightly hung, full scrotum for her effort. 

Our host said, laughingly, "Perhaps you should ask the slut's husband for permission to see his wife's panties." Then, he quietly added, "Oh, never mind; his mouth is full right now and I'm sure his mama trained him never to speak when his mouth is full."

Both he and the taxi driver laughed at this attempt at humor. At that, I hesitated in my duties and he commanded "Just suck." 

Then he told me derisively, "We don't need your help with any decisions, white boy". 

He continued, instructing the driver, "Just run your hand around inside the waistband of that skirt, Will, and I'll bet you can figure out an easy way to see those panties, if that's what you'd like."

Annie was commanded to present herself with her hands behind her head so that the old black driver could find out how to loosen her skirt. I knew that it had one button centered at the back of the waist and a zipper underneath the button but that was for the driver to now discover. 

Annie stood submissively with her arms behind her head as the driver's calloused hands felt around inside the waistband of her fashionable, blue skirt until he found and unbuttoned the button and, with some ceremony, unzipped her skirt. I was reminded of a matador I had once seen in Majorca, Spain, as the star of the bullfight approached el toro with his sharpened sword in the midst of the ring when I sneaked a peek at the taxi driver's face. He looked so happy with his victory and I wondered if he was happier to see Annie's expensive lingerie or with the knowledge that he could take such liberties with my white wife as I was forced to witness. 

Without more showmanship, he allowed the skirt to slide slowly to the floor, where it quickly pooled at Annie's feet, exposing her thigh high stockings, the taut, muscular whiteness of her sculpted thighs, her garter belt snapped in place to hold up the stockings and the sheer, black, lacy panties the driver had so badly wanted to see. 

Both men expressed their appreciation for Annie's fine bottom and the quality of her lingerie, all the while with the driver patting her in a most familiar way on her nicely shaped backside. 

Annie later admitted to me that losing her skirt was her most embarrassing moment of the day and that was saying a lot as you'll soon read. I suspected it was so embarrassing because being so exposed to strangers was new to her and also because, at that moment, she realized without a doubt, that she was going to be completely uncovered to these strangers' eyes, would soon be the object of their unbridled sexual enjoyment and, ultimately, would be used and abused by these and other black men before our ultimate adventure was over.

The host instructed Annie to carefully fold her skirt and, after folding it, to bring it to where I had undressed. She was told to stack it neatly next to my pile of clothing. She complied, although I knew she must be terribly embarrassed by her state of partial undress. 

The black men's eyes never strayed from Annie as she walked. The host again asked the driver , "Have you seen enough, Will, or is there anything else that you would like to see?"

The driver replied, to the surprise of no one in the anteroom, "I do wonder if her bra matches her panties." 

The host opined, "There is one easy way to find out the answer to that little enigma,my brother; You can just remove her top if you really want to see her bra." 

We all knew where this little charade was going to end but all of us seemed enraptured by the process of stripping and humiliating my Annie, myself included. 

The Boss Man commanded Annie to again present herself to the driver for the removal of her fine silk blouse, stating, "Hold your arms straight out in front of you, girl, so that my brother doesn't have to work too hard to undo the buttons on your sleeves; then put your hands behind your back and stand still. He'll do the hard part. You just stand still."

The driver quickly undid the buttons at Annie's wrists and then, more slowly, unbuttoned those at the front of her chemise. He seemed to enjoy drawing out the unveiling of my wife's chest and tummy, and, starting at the bottom, worked his way upward until her perfectly matching bra was completely exposed to his and our host's appreciations. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could gauge the reaction of the driver to his continued actions in that his penis was becoming more and more erect within his uniform khakis as he continued to remove her clothes, taking in the quality of her undergarments and that of her stunning figure. It was quite obvious that he appreciated Annie's growing nakedness and, maybe more, her willing obeisance. 

At that time, it occurred to me that, more than anything, the driver was enjoying the control that he was exercising over Annie that was so apparent in her silent and exact compliance to each of his commands. I was also sure he was enjoying my discomfort and the humiliation that he knew he was heaping on me as I continued to watch his every move in my periphery. 

I continued to suck and worship the master's cock incompetently but I also couldn't help being excited beyond description as these unknown, dark men slowly revealed my wife's naked charms, those gems usually reserved only for my eyes in the privacy of our bedroom. 

At last, the driver finally stepped around Annie with evident anticipation. He leaned into her from behind and removed Annie's shirt from first one shoulder and then the other, ultimately pulling it from her and then handing the blouse to her to be folded and stacked atop the growing pile of clothing on the far side of the room. She took the folded blouse and added it to the sizeable mound of superfluous fashion without having to be told to do so. Her flushed face and the growing pinkish color on her neck and chest were evidence to me that she was both enjoying being stripped by the driver while also being appropriately humiliated by her prolonged striptease before these men whose every command she was now seemingly bound to follow.



The Party Ch. 04



The new man opened his trousers and slid himself under Mrs B now on all fours. The big udders whacked him in the face as he inserted His Cock into the wide open and dripping cunt. The big soft pink belly swayed in rhythm to the Man driving up Mrs B's arsehole, and the new man underneath smacked the wobbling belly hard. The joy of being fully used convulsed Mrs B again in intense orgasms, covering the Man's trousers below her in cunt-juice. Mrs B's body moved back and forth at the whim of the Men driving into her cunt and arsehole. She could feel how thin the body tissue was between arse and cunt, the two men's Cocks almost side by side inside her.

Jake motioned for the next man to put His cock inside Mrs B's mouth-her front-hole. He unzipped His trousers and knelt down and slipped his huge spongy Cock-head between Mrs B's mouth-lips. Mrs B sucked greedily; suddenly aware of how much she needed to feed: to taste and swallow and consume forever men's wonderful delicious sperm. Once again a surge of pure joy enveloped as her love and gratitude for the men using her consumed her- to be totally used as a receptacle by so many wonderful men for as long as she was useful to them, was simply ecstasy-she writhed on the three cocks in bliss-her mind starting to slow; her eyes rolling back into her head; as she entered that amazing place where only Cock matters; her body squeezed, smacked, pushed and pulled by Men with glorious Cocks. Mrs B entered that place of total bliss of simply being 3 holes for Men's Cock.

Jake surveyed the scene- Mrs B on all fours on the mattress in the middle of the room as thirty expectant men looked on , Mrs B was writhing in total intense orgasms as each of the three men plunged their cocks deeper into her very wet holes; her juices covered their shiny wet cocks and trousers. Jake debated whether he should have another man fit his cock into the now widely dilated cunt, but decided against it for now. 

There would be plenty of time for fitting multiple cocks in Mrs B as her orifices widened, over the next few months and years. Inevitably, the holes would get looser and wider over time with extensive use, and once that happened , Mrs B would of course be of no further use to anyone, but with luck they could get at least a couple of years of pleasure and profit from the cunt. 

For now, Mrs B was simply not there-the nude body being pulverised at both ends in an increasingly rhythmic and frenzied way by the three men was in another place -totally blissed out. Its udders flew backwards and forwards, the regular whack of one of the men's hands on its belly and bottom. Finally, to the cheers of the men looking on, the three men exploded inside the pounded pink body simultaneously. Mrs B, dimly in the remnants of her unconscious, was aware of the hot sperm being pumped into her arsehole and cunt and mouth, and stronger now, felt in her entire body the inner joy and glow of being truly of use to all of these men who owned her. She licked her lips of milky sperm- savouring the flavour and texture, knowing that soon she would be able to recognise each man by the unique taste of his sperm 

The three men withdrew their cocks from Mrs B's holes. Sperm dripped from each orifice, as Mrs B, bereft of cocks inside her, pleaded for more. It seemed suddenly so obvious to Mrs B that her life was meaningless without at least one man inside her, filling her with sperm. She suddenly felt the longing for the months each year when her belly would be fully swollen with these men's babies, her engorged udders dripping milk, while the men pumped still more sperm in her. It was simply glorious. 

Mrs B sighed in bliss as another three cocks plunged into each of her dripping holes. It was all going to be so beautifully effortless and easy for the rest of her life from now on. She felt that surge of gratitude sweep over again , and she hoped she would provide a good income for the men in the years to come. A new delicious pre-cum taste swirled in her front hole as she sucked greedily on the big shaft and soft head while she revelled in her body being shunted backwards and forwards by the men's cocks in her arsehole and cunthole. Her body seemed to swell with pride as the men exclaimed between grunts what a good open cunt she was and she silently vowed she would be the very best obedient cunt these men had ever known.



The Party Ch. 05



Note: This story is the fifth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.



Once she was finished dialing Janet held the telephone up to her ear. After a moment she said, "Hi Jerry, it's me. Is it safe to talk?"

I pushed the button for the speaker phone. Suddenly I could hear the voice of my wife's boyfriend.

"Sarah went to church. She shouldn't be back for at least an hour. Where's your husband?"

Janet snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor in front of her.

I scurried over and kneeled down at her feet. As soon as I was in place she said, "He's right here kneeling at my feet."

"What? Does he know who you’re talking to?"

"He sure does, in fact I have you on the speaker phone. He can hear every word you're saying."

"Janet what the fuck is going on?"

"He knows everything baby."

"Everything?"

"Yes."

"Does he have a lawyer yet?"

"Fuck no, in fact the little wimp is massaging my feet right now."

I watched Janet. She was playing with her brassiere strap. This was something she unconsciously did whenever she started to get excited.

"Janet did he just hear you say that?"

"He sure did."

"Janet I'm going to ask you again. What the fuck is going on?"

"Jerry he found out last night, but it's okay he's cool with it."

"I don't understand. How did he find out last night"? I wasn't with you last night and what do you mean he's cool with it? Janet I think you'd better start this story at the beginning."

"Okay, last night we were at a neighborhood party. There was this guy there, his name was Brad. The two of us were drinking wine together in the back hall. We started messing around; you know what I mean, a little harmless kissing and some touchy feely stuff. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew he was asking me to go upstairs with him." Janet shrugged. "You know me baby, he was a hot guy and I'm not very good at saying no."

Jerome started laughing, "No you're sure not. We eliminated all doubt about that at the card party last month."

"Hush now! Robbie doesn't know about that."

Janet glanced at me. There was a guilty look in her eyes. I wondered what happened at the card party.

"Okay, keep telling the story. You're upstairs with this guy Brad. How did Robbie find out? Baby this isn't the first time you ever slipped off with another guy while you were at a party with your husband." He started laughing again. "In fact I wonder if you guys have ever been to a party when you didn't do that."

"Jerry be quiet. Robbie can hear everything you're saying."

"Hey you're the one who put this conversation on the speaker phone."

"Yeah, you're right. Anyway Brad and I are upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We're both naked and he's on top of me. This guy is fucking me like there's no tomorrow. It was really great. Suddenly I notice the bedroom door is open and Robbie's standing there watching us. I got kind of nervous. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. Well Brad realized my attention was focused at the door, so he looked over there. I guess he must have glared at the Robbie because the little wimp just wilted."

"No shit? So what happened next."

"When I realized the little pussy wasn't going to make a scene I told him to go downstairs and wait for me."

"Did he actually go?"

"He sure as hell did."

"That's fucking amazing."

"Anyway, Brad fucked me for at least another ten minutes. He was very good."

"Should I be getting jealous right now?"

Janet laughed. "Baby you have nothing to worry about, you're numero uno with me. Nobody rings my bell like you do."

Suddenly I had a lump in my throat. It was clear that Jerome was Janet's boyfriend and now she was calling him her number one man. I started to worry that Janet really was in love with him.

"Anyway, Brad finally shot his load. I would have loved to see if he could give me an encore, but I didn't want to take the time for it. I was worried about Robbie. I wanted to talk to him, so I got dressed and went downstairs. He was sitting with some guys who were talking about football, but he wasn't saying a word. I could tell he was upset."

"That's not a big surprise, he just saw another guy banging his wife."

"Yeah, he did and he was obviously shook up about it, but it didn't seem like he was angry and I was pretty sure I understood why."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't say a word the whole way home. We were in the bedroom getting ready for bed when I finally realized that he wasn't going to say anything at all."

"He didn't say anything?"

"That's right, not a word."

I was starting to feel very embarrassed.

"Finally, I brought it up."

"You did?"

"Yes, we had to talk about it."

"I guess you're right. So what happened?"

"We talked for awhile and he finally admitted that it got him off when he saw Brad fucking me."

Janet started to open her blouse. I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or hers. She knew I loved to look at her gorgeous breasts, but I also knew that she loved to play with them when she was excited. I suspected that she was doing it for both of us.

"It got him off?"

"Yes, do you remember when I told you about those nasty web sites he was looking at on our computer on the nights I was out with you?"

"Yeah, I remember; you said it was women with whips and shit like that."

"Jerry, Robbie's a masochist. You know what that is don't you?'

"Yeah a guy who gets off on pain" Jerome paused for a moment and then he suddenly said, "No fucking shit. He wants you to hurt him?"

"You got it. That's why I'm making the little pussy listen to our conversation. He knows you're my boyfriend. I want to see if we can make him cry."

"Janet, you're evil".

"Yes I am and I'm just learning how much fun it is to be evil." She paused. "But baby you have to understand something. He wants me to be evil. He wants me to make him cry."

Jerome whistled. "This is fucking unbelievable."

"It gets better."

"what do you mean?"

"He's agreed to become my slave."

"Your what?"

"My slave."

"Isn't that illegal."

"I don't think so. He volunteered for the job. I mean I can't sell him or anything like that and I wouldn't even if I could. I'm still madly in love with him."

"Janet, I don't know about this. It's sounding pretty fucking weird."

"So? You cheat on your wife. You're married and have a girlfriend. If it's okay for you to do that why isn't it okay for Robbie to be my slave."

Jerome took a deep breath. "I guess when you put it like that, the two of you really aren't hurting anyone."

"No were not and baby think about it, this is great for you."

"What do you mean."

"You get to fuck me anytime you want and you don't have to pay for motels anymore. You can fuck me right in my own bedroom."

"You mean with him there?"

"Sure, he's my slave. He has nothing to say about what I do."

"I don't know, that feels creepy to me. I'm not sure I want him watching us while we do it."

"Someday I'd like to do it in front of him. I think it would be really hot to be sucking your great big dick while I make Robbie kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed and watch."

"Shit baby you really are kinky."

"Yes I am and I can't wait to try that, but the first time you come over we'll send him to his room while we fuck."

"His room? I thought the two of you shared a bedroom."

"We did up until today. I'm making him move all of his stuff into the guest bedroom this afternoon." Janet paused. "Hey I have a good idea. You can have his dresser. That way you can keep some clean clothes here. I'll bet you'd love to be able to take a shower and put on clean underwear and a clean shirt after were done fucking."

"That would be nice."

"Our slave can wash your dirty underwear after you leave. That way it will be nice and clean the next time you come over."

"Do you think you can really make him do that?"

"Absolutely, I'll spank him if he doesn't."

"You'll do what?"

"I'll Spank him. He's my slave. I have to be able to discipline him when he's bad."

"This is just amazing."

"Jerry why don't you come over this afternoon. We can play with our slave for a little while and then you can take me into my bedroom and fuck me for as long as you want."

"I don't know, Sarah's going to be home this afternoon."

"Can't you tell her you're going to the tennis club?"

"I guess so, but I'll have to get home early, It's Sunday."

"Come over at 5:00. We'll make the wimp serve us a steak dinner and then we'll retire to my bedroom for some fun and games."

Janet now had her blouse all the way off and she was pulling her large breasts out of her brassiere. I knew my wife very well. It wasn’t going to be long before she'd be twisting her nipples.

"You're sure he's going to be okay with us being together."

"Absolutely, would you like me to prove it to you?"

"How are you going to do that?"

"Just listen."

Janet looked down at me. "Robbie I want you to invite Mr. Turner over for dinner this afternoon."

I stared at my wife. I hadn't expected this. Suddenly I was too nervous to move.

"Slave do I have to spank you to get you to obey?"

"Janet don't make him do this. I'll just come over. The little guy is embarrassed enough already."

"No Jerry, this is important."

Janet glared at me. "Slave, do as you're told."

I knew exactly what Janet wanted me to say. I bit my lower lip and took a deep breath. "Mr. Turner please come to my Mistresses house for dinner this afternoon. I would enjoy preparing a very nice meal for the two of you."

"Holy shit Janet. You really got him to do it. What do I say to him? What do I call him?"

"Say yes, tell him you’re coming over. You can call him anything you want. I think Wimpboy might be a good name for him."

"Okay, here goes. "Thank you very much." Jerome hesitated for a moment and then he added, "Wimpboy."

"See how easy that was?"

"Yeah, it was all right."

"Robbie, what should Mr. Turner and I do after dinner."

"Mistress you should..."

"Robbie, don't tell me; tell Mr. Turner."

I took another deep breath. I was very excited. This was a submissive cuckold's dream fantasy coming true.

"Mr. Turner after dinner you should feel free to take my Mistress to her bedroom."

Janet stared at me. "Robbie, what can he do to me once were in there."

My wife was not going to let me off easy.

"He can fuck you Mistress Janet."

"No Robbie, Mr. Turner is my boyfriend. I don't want him to just fuck me, I want him to make love to me."

Janet was pushing me hard now.

"Say it Wimpboy. Ask him to do it." Suddenly she stopped herself. "No wimpboy, don't ask him, beg him. Beg Mr. Turner to take your wife into her bedroom and make passionate love to her."

Janet told me before we called Jerome that she intended to humiliate me without mercy. Now she was doing it.

I could have said wife and husband and stopped this. I think Janet was actually testing me to see if I would. I didn't. I didn't want to. As I kneeled at my wife's feet I realized that this was the most exciting thing I'd ever done in my entire life. I suddenly understood that I was born to be Janet's submissive cuckold slave. 

I took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Turner after you’re finished with dinner I beg you to take my Mistress into her bedroom and make passionate love to her."

For a moment there was silence on the other end of the line. Finally Jerome said, "Well Wimpboy since you asked me so nicely I guess I might just have to do that."

I was now caught up in my role. I quickly answered, "Thank you very much sir. I would appreciate it. I love my Mistress. I want her to enjoy the pleasure you can give her."

My answer took Janet by surprise. She stared at me, After a moment she smiled. "Wimpboy that was a very kind thing to say. You deserve a reward."

Janet stood up, pulled her cutoff jeans and panties down and kicked them off. She then turned around and presented her luscious ass to me. "Wimpboy, you have my permission to lick my asshole while I finish talking to my lover."

Janet kneeled on the couch. I was kneeling on the floor behind her. The situation kept getting more and more exciting. I was about to lick my wife’s asshole while her boyfriend listened on the telephone.

"Janet, what the fuck is going on over there?"

My wife started laughing. "I'm giving my little slave baby a treat."

"I think I heard what it is. Is he really about to..."

"Lick my asshole? He sure is."

"And he thinks that's a treat?"

"Oh yes, and so do I. It feels so good."

Janet turned and looked at me. "Go ahead baby, you earned this reward, enjoy yourself."

Janet cooed as I spread the cheeks of her ass and reverently placed my lips on my goddesses puckered little anus.

"Oh Robbie honey that feels so nice. Use your tongue baby, push it all the way inside me."

"Damn Janet, is he really licking your asshole?"

"He sure is Jerry."

"Will you make him do that when I come over this afternoon? I really want to see this."

"Sure baby, in fact how about if I make him lick my ass while I suck your cock."

"No shit, do you think he'd really do that?"

"Sure why not? He's my little slave boy. He'll do anything I tell him to do, but if you're really curious, why don't you just ask him."

"Can I do that?"

"Of course, he's my slave; you're my boyfriend. He's going to have to get used to taking orders from you." Janet paused. "Jerry, don't ever forget that I love this little guy more than anyone in the entire world. You get to boss him around, but you can't ever do anything that will really hurt him, okay?"

"Hey I understand. I promise I won't ever hurt him."

"Well what are you waiting for, ask him."

"Hey Wimpboy, When I come over this afternoon will you lick your wife's asshole while she sucks my dick?"

It was actually kind of hard to keep from laughing. All three of us were playing a brand new game. Each of us was desperately trying to figure out the rules and define our roles while we were playing. 

At least Jerome now understood that he was part of this game and he seemed to be warming to the idea of playing. This was a good thing. Having a dominant male involved in the game would make it more fun for both Janet and me. 

As I listened to Jerome talk to Janet, I was actually starting to like him. He seemed like a pretty nice guy. This really shouldn't have been a big shock. Janet was a very good judge of people. It wasn't very likely that she was going to end up with a boyfriend who was an asshole.

"Wimpboy, the big man asked you a question. I hope you're not ignoring him. That would make me very angry."

I’d gotten lost in thought and forgot that Janet and Jerome were waiting for me to answer his question. I didn’t have any problem with the question, but suddenly I realized I wanted to say something. I knew I wasn't really supposed to do this, but I also understood that it was my right. I looked up at Janet and said, "Wife and husband".

Janet stared at me. "What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing really, I just want to say something and it's very important to me."

"Okay baby, go ahead."

Janet turned to the speaker phone. "Jerry, wife and husband is our prearranged code phrase. Anytime either of us says it, Robbie and I have agreed that we will stop what we're doing and talk about it. I'm not sure why he just said the words, but it is his right."

"I understand. What's on your mind buddy?"

I shrugged. "Mistress Janet, maybe I'm not supposed to use the words for this reason, but I just wanted to say that I am already getting to like Jerome. I think you found a nice boyfriend and I'm very willing to trust him."

I turned to the speaker phone. "Mr. Turner, I would be honored to lick Mistress Janet's ass while she sucks your cock this afternoon."

Jerome laughed. "Little buddy, I am not exactly sure how this game is going to finally shake out, but I do believe that the three of us are going to have a lot of fun playing it."

I smiled. "Yes sir, I believe you are correct."

Janet leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Baby, I love you so much."

She turned to the speaker phone. "Jerome I have to go to the mall and do some shopping. Slaveboy is going to go to the grocery store and get dinner for us." She paused. "Baby I know you like beer. What brand do you prefer? I'll make sure that Slaveboy buys some for you."

"Robbie, I'm a Budweiser man."

"Yes sir I understand, I’ll make sure that there’s always a good supply in our refrigerator."

I could hear Jerome chuckling. "Janet honey you were right. This looks like it's going to be a very good deal for me. I think I am going to love having a slave." He paused. "Wimpboy, when will you get back from the grocery store?"

I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. "I can't see why I wouldn't be back by 1:30."

"Janet why don't I come over around two?"

"I may not be back from the mall until three. When I get back, I'll want Slaveboy to give me a bath"

Jerome started laughing. "If you don't mind I think I'd like to watch that."

Janet started giggling. "This is beginning to sound like a very fun afternoon."

"Hey my wife just got home. I have to go. I'll see you guys this afternoon."

Jerome hung up the telephone.

Janet snapped her fingers and pointed at the speaker phone. "Hang it up slave." There was a huge smile on her face as she said it.

I walked over and shut off the speaker phone. When I was done I walked back over to my wife. 

Janet was naked. She was lying back in her chair with her legs spread apart. I kneeled down in front of her.

Janet smiled at me and said, "Pussyboy that got me really horny. Lick my cunt. I want to cum."

I looked up at Janet. "Mistress, may I have permission to speak?"

My wife nodded and said, "Yes slave, what would you like to ask?"

"May I please have permission to jack off while I lick your pussy?"

My wife thought for a moment and then she slowly shook her head. "No way Wimpboy. I want you nice and horny the entire time Jerome is here. I think that will make you much more tractable. If you’re really well behaved, I might consider allowing you to lick my asshole and jack off after he goes home."

She smiled at me. "Now lick my cunt. I want to have a nice orgasm before I leave to go shopping."

Janet sighed when she felt me push my tongue into her pussy. When I started licking her she giggled and said, "Wimpboy, you should have been born as a dominant. Life really is much more fun for me."

I looked up at Janet and grinned.

She tilted her head and said, "Why are you grinning? You may speak."

"Mistress, I love being a sub. I think it's much more fun to give that it is to receive."

Janet started laughing. "Robbie honey we were born to be together."



The Party Ch. 05



My mind was full of cobwebs as I swung my feet out of my bed. Bent at the waist, I held my head in my hands and then slowly stood up. 

I didn't sleep well at all, having to get up and pee which seemed like every hour. I felt bloated and uncomfortable. My legs feeling heavy as I slowly made it to the bathroom.

My eyes were puffy and my cheeks slightly swelled. I looked terrible as my eyes moved up and down at myself through the mirror.

What was happening to me I wondered, squirting some toothpaste onto my brush. 

My mind drifted off to what I could faintly remember of the past few days. Scenes and images flipped through my mind rapidly as I robotically brushed my teeth.

I can't do this anymore. This is ridiculous. Look at me. I'm letting them turn me into a woman and I'm accepting it.

My head throbbed as images of me with Buzz shot back and forth in front of my eyes. Blushing at the thought and embarrassment of what we did together.

I rinsed my mouth out and splashed my face with water.

What am I doing and why am I letting them do this to me? 

I looked back at myself in the mirror, the water dripping from my wet face.

Why would anyone sane ever agree to getting god dam tits and fucking some old man, even if it is for a lot of money?

I picked up a bottle of cold cream from the counter, almost in habit and started to apply it to my face, thinking that this might take the puffiness away. 

I bet it was Pam's stupid happy pills that made me agree to all of this and that medicine they're giving me probably doesn't help either.

I stared at myself and gasped in shock. It's that god dam patch that they keep slapping on my back. It's the medicine that's making me so docile.

My heart fluttered as everything started to make sense to me and that this really wasn't my fault.

I lifted my foot on top of the toilet seat and carefully ran the razor over my leg, looking carefully for any site of hair that might be growing back.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I still caring how I look? I just won't do this anymore. I just won't.

I threw my razor into the sink and marched out of the bathroom and into my room, grabbing my robe that was lying on the chair and slipping it on. My mind was going over everything that has been happening to me. 

I'm going to go downstairs right now and tell Pam that it's over and that she might as well tell Buzz that the deal is off. I can't believe how stupid I was to fall for any of this.

The water was running and Pam was humming a mindless tune as I walked into the kitchen. Her back was to me, washing some dishes.

"Pam, it's over. I just don't care anymore, its over." I snarled out, feeling confident for the first time in a long while

Pam calmly reached over and shut the taps off. I could see her slowly wiping her hands dry with the towel cloth. 

"Is that how we say good morning Nancy? Let's try that again shall we?" She said with her back still to me.

"I'm not Nancy. I'm Rob. Rob, Rob, Rob. Do you get that?" 

I stomped my foot completely frustrated.

"I will not say anything further till you come into this kitchen properly and I'm sure you know what I mean now don't you Nancy." She said still motionless.

I huffed to myself and hesitated for a moment before I turned around and stormed out of the kitchen and then stopping. 

Ok, if I have to do this one more time to get her to listen to me then I will. I just don't care; I'm not going to go through this charade anymore.

I took and few deep breaths and tighten the belt on my robe, rethinking what I was going to say.

I slowly walked back into the kitchen composed. Pam was still standing still at the sink.

"Good morning Mrs. Markus." I sheepishly said standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

Pam turned around and smiled.

"Good morning Nancy. Sit down and I'll get you a glass of juice. We should always start our day with some juice.

"Pam, we have to talk." My eyes met with hers. "I decided that I'm not doing this anymore. You call Buzz and tell him. I'm just not going through with this."

I could feel my emotions boiling inside me. I just wanted to scream. Tears came to my eyes.

"Now, now Nancy, tell me all about it. Does it have something to do with the cold cream on your face?" She said guiding me to the kitchen chair by my shoulders and sitting me down.

I completely forgot about the cream on my face. Here I was trying to make a point and I look like a complete idiot.

"You have to put the cream on to keep you skin soft"She said patting my shoulders lovingly.

"It has nothing to do with the cold cream. It's about you guys changing me into a woman for god sakes. I'm I the only one around here that thinks this is wrong? Don't you get it? Think about it."

Pam walked to the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of orange juice.

"I heard you get up last night Nancy. Was anything wrong?"

"Pam, are you not listening?" I paused. "Um, I, just had to go to the washroom" 

"That happens sometimes Nancy; I have gotten up in the middle of the night as well. Did you wake up feeling tired and maybe a little bloated? Is that what is bothering you this morning?" Pam said pouring the juice in a glass and bringing it over. "You're not the only girl that wakes up like that honey. We all do."

I took a sip of my juice and then another. It actually felt nice and refreshing going down my throat, Soothing over the roughness of the morning.

"Pam, that's not what I wanted to talk about. It's about this whole thing with me being a girl. This is crazy going through all of this." 

I took another drink and watched as Pam wiped the counter with a towel.

"So tell me what you want to talk about honey. We can keep it between us, our little secret girly talks" Pam said turning and smiling. "I really love you Nancy, you're so good for Buzz."

I just shook my head in disbelief. She wasn't hearing a thing I was saying. 

"Pam, for the last time, will you listen. I don't want to be a woman." I took my final drink of my juice and sat the glass down. "I'm stopping right now. No more Nancy, no more nothing."

She was still looking at me.

"Oh don't be silly Nancy. You just going through one of your stages again, you'll see, everything is going to be just fine."

Her smile was somewhat reassuring. I felt a deep calming sensation wash through my body as I looked back at her.

"Oh, and by the way, Wendy said you didn't need to wear the patch anymore. I phoned her this morning and told her my concern about that last patch you were wearing and how it seemed to give you too many mood swings."

I picked up my glass and shook a few more drops from the bottom, sticking my tongue out and circling the inside rim of the glass. 

Looking up at Pam and then pulling the glass away, being a little embarrassed about my manners.

I blushed and giggled quietly as she smiled at what I just did.

"Anyways, she told me just to give it to you every morning. We can regulate it much better now we know the proper dosage."

"But Pam, I don't want to take any medicine. I feel fine right now." 

"Oh will you stop Nancy, you have to take your medicine, and you know that." Pam said turning and putting the last of the dishes away. "That's why I mixed it with your juice this morning Nancy. This way I can regulate it myself without you having to worry about it."

"You put it in my juice? But,"

"You know you feel much better taking it, so I don't know what the problem is Nancy." She turned around facing me again. "Is there a problem?" Pam asked leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at me, daring me to answer her.

I stared blankly at her. She was right, I mean, I did feel better after taking my medicine. It did sort of make sense.

"I, um, I don't have a problem Pam. I'm sorry for causing such a fuss."

I looked down at my empty glass, feeling ashamed of myself for even saying anything.

Pam walked over to me.

"Oh Nancy, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

I slowly looked up at her with tears in my eyes.

"Everything is going to be just fine Nancy. I keep telling you that." 

"I'm sorry Pam. I don't want you to hate me." I cried.

"Oh honey, I don't hate you. Why would you ever think of such a thing? We all love you Nancy." Pam said softly.

I hic-cupped a few sobs as Pam lean down and gave me a hug, lifting me to my feet.

I instantly fell into her crying, my face pressed against her shoulder as she held me close, softly rubbing my back.

"There, there Nancy. Everything is going to be just fine. I promise" She whispered softly in my ear.

I pulled back from her. We both stood there for a second before I sniffled out a laugh. 

"I'm the luckiest girl to have such a friend like you." I embarrassly laughed, feeling like a fool for crying.

I'm more then just a friend Nancy." Pam smiled back.

I smiled and let out a big huff of relief.

"I feel so much better Pam. I like it when we have our little talks."

Pam quietly laughed. "I must say, it's hard to take you serious with all that cold cream still on your face Nancy." 

I reached up and felt my face. I had completely forgotten about the cream and must have looked completely ridiculous with it still being on. I'm sure Pam could see me blushing through it. 

"Why don't I help you get ready? I'll pick out a nice outfit while you freshen up. You don't want to be late for your hair appointment do you?" 

"Oh my hair, I almost forgot about getting the rest of my hair done. And you know what Pam, I'm going to buy a necklace that matches my earrings and, and, Oh yes, and shoes, don't forget, I have to get shoes."

I wasn't taking a breath between my words

Pam just shook her head while taking my hand in hers. I heard her giggle quietly as she led me to my bedroom.

"I told Brandy I would be there some time in the morning. Don't you just love these weaves I'm getting Pam? Don't you think I look much better with long hair? I hope Buzz likes it and just doesn't say he does."

Pam directed me to the bathroom by gently pushing me and then giving my butt a little slap. 

"I swear you could talk the dead awake Nancy. Now I want you take a hot shower and then come out. I'll have everything laid out on your bed for you."

I playfully yelped as she slapped my butt and purposely bent over, wiggling it at her and then ran off to the bathroom giggling.

I dropped my robe to the floor and stepped in the shower.

This was going to be so much fun going to the mall. I wonder what clothes Pam is going to have me wear. I don't really care that much, all my clothes are beautiful. 

My mind was swirling as I soaped up my body and letting the nice flow of water freshen me up.

"Nancy, I have a nice fluffy towel to wrap yourself in when your finish." Pam said standing outside the shower curtain.

"Just give me another minute Pam." 

I rinsed off the soap and pour some body wash in my hand, running it all over my body. The perfume scent filled the bathroom as I pulled off my scrunchy, letting my hair fall away and duck my head under the spray.

"Pam, do you think it's ok to wash my hair?"

"Its fine Nancy just let me untangle it after you get out so that Brandy doesn't waste her time doing it."

I pour some nice shampoo in my hand and carefully soaped up my head.

"I'm getting butterflies thinking how I'm going to look with my long hair Pam."

"You will look beautiful with anything you do Nancy. Now come out, you have to get going."

I shut the taps off and opened the curtain. Pam was standing there with the towel held open.

"Oh Nancy, you have grown." Pam said laughing.

I stepped out of the shower.

"What do you mean Pam?"

"Your eyes aren't the only things that swelled last night Nancy. Your boobs look fuller. How do they feel?" Pam said stepping closer and letting go of the towel.

Pam placed her hands under my boobs and gently lifted up as if to weigh them. Her thumbs pushed against my nipples and a small gasp slipped out of my mouth.

"If I didn't know better Nancy, I would think you were ready to nurse." She giggled, tweaking and squeezing each nipple carefully causing me to softly moan.

"I bet they're sensitive. Just look at your areolas." her hands slid over and down the sides of my breast. 

My nipples harden and my legs weakened.

"Easy girl" Pam teased. "I see that look in your eyes."

I blushed and pulled back slightly, somewhat ashamed that I was so easily turned on. But she was right, my boobs did feel heavier.

Pam picked up the towel and wrapped it around me, pulling it tight and then tucking it in behind my back.

"Let's get you finished shall we?" Pam said taking my hand and leading me out to the bedroom.

My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. 

"I figure you could wear your black skirt with the pretty white camisole. It will look really nice for your day of shopping Nancy."

I glanced over the clothes happily and picked up my panties, bending slightly and pulling them up my legs.

"Where's my bra Pam? I'm going to need a bra for god sakes. "I said panicking for no reason.

"Relax Nancy; the cami has enough support for what you're doing today."

Pam picked up the cami and showed me the extra ribbing inside the cup for support. She then held it over my head and slipped it over, pulling it down. I adjusted my boobs inside the cups.

"How does that feel Nancy?" Pam said stepping back and looking.

"It feels alright but I feel like I'm so out there." 

I placed my hands on top of my breast, measuring how much skin was showing with my fingers. 

"You look just fine Nancy. That's the way its suppose to look." 

I reached down and picked up my skirt. I could feel my boobs swaying slightly under the light support.

"I just don't want to be the center of attraction at the mall Pam."

I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up my legs and then high around my waist.

"How about you wear that burgundy blouse we picked up for you yesterday? I bet that would look nice and give you a little cover-up as well." 

"That would make me feel better Pam."

Pam walked over to the closet and pulled out the blouse as I sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled my nylons up my legs.

"Are you going to be alright going to the mall yourself Nancy? I could always put off my plans and go with you."

"I'll be ok Pam. I'm just going to be at the mall and then coming straight home."

I stood up, straighten and pulled down my skirt a little.

Pam handed me the blouse and I slipped it on, buttoning up the bottom half of the blouse.

"Let me look Nancy." Pam said stepping back.

I slowly turned around as she expertly looked, her fingers adjusting the blouse here and there.

"It looks beautiful Nancy. Let me comb your hair out and then we'll get your make-up on."

Pam took my hand again and led me back to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat as she carefully pulled the comb through my hair, tugging tiny knots through the teeth.

"That nice rose color lipstick you have with the rosy hue eye shadow would go lovely with your blouse Nancy."

"I was thinking the same thing Pam, but I just want a little color, nothing to out there."

Pam laughed.

"Feeling a little modest today Nancy?" 

"I guess so, I don't know. I'm just glad I'm feeling better then I did this morning."

"I'm glad you're feeling better too Nancy." Pam said putting the comb down and pulling my hair together. "Everything is going to be fine.

She picked up the scrunchy and slipped it around my hair, pulling it tightly into a ponytail.

"Do you want my help with your make-up or are you fine?

"I'll be alright Pam, thanks anyways."

"I'll meet you in the living room after you finish then" 

"Thanks Pam. I won't be too long."

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, analyzing how I looked, my eyes darting up and down.

I applied the rose eyeshadow very lightly and smiled how it matched the earrings. A tiny amount of mascara was just to brighten up my eyes and then my lipstick to make my lips kissable. 

I giggled at my thoughts and blew a kiss at myself in the mirror.

I slipped my heels on and then picked up my purse. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, was happy with what I saw and then walked to the living room.

"So are you all ready to go Nancy?" Pam said walking up to me.

"I'm all ready. How do I look?" 

"You look lovely but I'm still worried about you going to the mall yourself. Are you sure your going to alright?"

"I'll be fine Pam, um,,,do you think you could drive me to the mall and then I'll take the bus or a taxi home."

"I would definitely feel a lot better if I did drive you honey. Wait for me in the car and I'll be right out." Pam happily said.

"I love you Pam." 

My eyes swelled with tears as I walked to the car. Pam is so good to me. I just can't believe how lucky I am.

I fidgeted with hands as I sat waiting, I was so anxious to get going.

Maybe I should phone Buzz, just to say good morning or something. I bet he would like that.

I quickly opened my purse and pushed aside all my make-up and things till I felt my phone and pulled it out.

I hope Jessica doesn't answer it. She always makes some sort of snide remark about something. I wished she didn't work there with Buzz.

I flipped my phone open.

Huh, someone sent me a text. Maybe Buzz sent me one this morning.

My heart fluttered thinking of how nice it would be for Buzz to show me how much he cared by texting me.

"Coffee?" is what the text said. I sat thinking for a second.

What coffee? Coffee with who?

I deleted the message and thought again as Pam walked out of the house and towards the car. I dropped the phone back in my purse and snapped it closed.

"Who were you talking to? Was that Buzz?" Pam said while getting into the car.

"Um, no, I was, um, thinking of phoning him but he's probably too busy."

My mind wandered as I tried to think who would have text me. Maybe it was Buzz but where would I meet him? what coffee shop?

Pam started up the car and started to drive out.

"Go ahead Nancy. Buzz would love to here from you."

I blushed slightly.

"No, I'll phone him later, after I get my hair done.

"Ok, it's up to you, but don't ever think that Buzz wouldn't like to hear from you anytime of the day." Pam said patting my leg.

"I know Pam, I know." I smiled.

We drove for a bit and then pulled into the mall. Pam drove around and up to the front doors.

"If you have any problems Nancy, just phone. I'll be back at home in a few hours."

"Thanks Pam, but I'm sure everything is going to be just fine."

We both lean over and kiss each other on the cheek.

I opened the door and got out, looking back at Pam and giving her a little girl squeal of happiness. 

Shutting the door, I could see Pam shaking her head at me and smiling as she put the car into drive, leaving me standing at the entrance. I took a deep confident breath and turned around to face the big mall doors. 

As I came up to the doors, a couple of young guys, maybe mall night workers smiled and held the door open for me. I gave them a slight smile and a thank-you. They both stood quietly as I walked past them, their eyes devouring me. I kept my eyes straight as not to notice but loved the attention.

It was still early and some of the stores were just starting to open. My eyes scanned the store fronts as I made my way to the beauty salon. 

I suddenly stopped in my tracks. 

It was the most beautiful wedding gown in the world displayed in the window. Off the shoulder with a bellowing flow of pure white satin and lace. It was something I dreamt about all my life.

"Thinking of the big day Nancy?" 

I fluttered my eyes as I woke from my dreamy fantasy of wearing the dress. 

I turned and blushed seeing James standing there.




The Party Ch. 05



"You never returned my text messages. It's just by luck that I seen you here." He said glancing at the gown and then at me.

"You would look very beautiful in that Nancy. You would make anything beautiful."

I gushed and somewhat smiled realizing it was him that sent the text message on my cell phone.

James, I told you I was engaged. I can't have coffee with you and besides, I have an appointment to get my hair done."

"So how about after your hair is done? Come on, it's only a coffee. How can that hurt?" James asked, his eyes holding mine.

"I don't know how long it will be. And then I want to shop for a while." 

"Come on Nancy. Just one coffee. I promise I won't take much of your time." James pleaded.

I just looked at him.

"Ok, just a coffee."

His smile touched me softly which made me shyly smile back.

"Nancy, you just made me the happiest man in the world. May I walk you to the salon?" James said as he offered his arm.

"I can't put my arm in yours but yes James, you may walk me to the salon." I smiled, thinking how smitten he was with me.

We strolled slowly along the mall, every so often looking at the displays in the stores fronts as he tried to get a conversation flowing between us. 

We stopped in front of a jewelry store.

"See anything you like?" James asked.

"Are you joking? Everything in here I would just love to have." I said.

"Diamonds are a girls best friend right?" He chuckled.

I smiled back at him. He was sort of funny. I liked that.

"Well, I should really be getting to my appointment." I said feeling a little awkward as we stood facing each other. 

"Ok Nancy, I'll check by to see if you're done." 

"No please, I mean, don't do that. I don't want anyone seeing you waiting for me. It wouldn't seem right. I'll text you when I'm finished." 

"No you won't." James teased.

"I promise. I really mean it." I smiled back.

"Ok, then, I'll be waiting to hear from you at my lonely booth." He pouted.

"Awww, poor baby" I flirted and laughed.

His pout turned into a smile and he surprised me with a kiss.

I was flustered and taken aback as he quickly turned and walked away. My legs were like rubber as I fought with my emotions on how I just felt about that. Should I scream? Did I like it? How dare he do that?

I got my thoughts together and walked to the salon. I tried to forget what just happen. James really shouldn't have done that. I'm engaged after all, He knows that.

Brandy was behind the counter as I walked in.

"Hello Nancy, I was hoping you would be here soon." Brandy said walking to me.

"I'm so anxious to have my hair finished Brandy. I could hardly sleep last night." I giggled.

"Well, I'm all ready. I must say you look lovely today. That's a pretty outfit." She said walking me to her chair and sitting me down.

"I want you to just relax. This will take a while so you'll have to be patient."

"That's fine Brandy. I'm not in any hurry." I smiled.

I crossed my legs and sat back as Brandy put the apron over me. She instantly got to work by taking my scrunchy off and fingering my hair loose.

"So are you having a good day Nancy?" Brandy asked pulling lightly at the extensions.

"Yes I am thank-you." I blushed thinking how James just kissed me.

My mind wandered as I thought of his lips touching mine. How completely different they felt compared to Buzz's lips.

I guess James isn't really that bad of a guy. I mean, he is tall which is a plus and quite handsome. He has a sense of humor that at first I didn't really like but thinking back on it, I must say it was rather cute. 

I giggled quietly of my thoughts and watched Brandy clip up different layers of my hair with those jumbo colored hairclips.

I think I could go for someone like James if I wasn't for Buzz. Not that I don't love Buzz, it's just that James could be a catch also.

I smiled as another girl handed me a magazine.

Slowly thumbing through the magazine, I drifted off in a daze, my eyes half reading and my mind half thinking of James. I couldn't get him out of my head. I shouldn't be going to have coffee with him but somehow I was looking forward to it.

I looked up and watched Brandy for a while. It was amazing how she knew exactly what to do. I never could do anything like that.

I then wondered how James would be in bed. Why did that thought come to my mind?

My face went red with embarrassment as Brandy looked up at me and then back to work. It was if she heard my thoughts.

Usually tall guys have big cocks. 

I blushed again. Did I just say that?

What am I saying? I don't care about the size of his cock,,, I mean what difference would it make to me?

The three hours of Brandy finishing my extensions went rather fast. She had blown dry my hair to make it natural and full. I just loved how it sat softly on my shoulders.

She pulled the apron away and I stood up.

"Well? What do you think Nancy?" Brandy smiled.

"I just love it Brandy." I swung my head slightly, feeling my hair bounce side to side.

"I think you should come back in a couple of weeks just for me to have a look and maybe touch it up."

"I will for sure." I smiled. "I just love long hair. I don't know why I ever wore mine so short."

"You look very beautiful Nancy." Brandy smiled walking me to the front of the store. "So I'll see you in a couple of weeks. Just come in whenever. It won't take me long to take care of you."

"Thank-you, Brandy, I'll see you then."

I walked out of the store. I felt like I was walking on clouds. I looked good and I knew it.

"Hey gorgeous, I couldn't wait."

I stopped and looked over. It was James holding two cups in his hand, walking towards me.

"I hope you don't mind but I couldn't wait any longer."

"You kissed me" I half shouted. "You shouldn't have done that."

James walked closer. 

"Yes I did and I forgot to thank you for it." He smiled.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"I'm sorry Nancy, I guess I was sort of out of line but I just couldn't resist not kissing you." 

He stood in front of me.

"Coffee? Please?" He pouted.

"I really shouldn't, especially after that"

My eyes darted with his for a second.

"Alright, but you better behave yourself." I softly warned with a smile.

"Yes ma'am. Won't happen again ma'am" James said in military style.

I slapped at his arm and laughed.

"You're crazy. You really are"

That fact was I couldn't be mad at him. I don't know what is was but I just felt warm towards him even though he stole that kiss from me. Maybe it was his boldness and confidence that made him attractive to me. 

"So I see that we're having take-out all ready. Not bad for a first date." I mocked him.

"Ha ha, you're very funny." James said laughing and lifting up the coffees.

"I have a very private spot outside for us."

"Oh you do? " I flirted.

"Yes I do, follow me." 

He turned and shifted his way through the people in the mall. I was giggling as I tried to follow him. My new hair bouncing lightly as I did my best to keep up with him in my heels.

James stopped at the doors and waited.

"Come on slow-poke. We don't have all day."

He smiled and pressed his body against the door, pushing it open and letting me step through.

He was such a gentleman I thought.

"Just over there Nancy. You see it?" James said lifting the coffees and pointing with them.

I just laughed.

"You mean the little patch of grass amongst all the cars? That's your private area?" I teased.

"That's all I got" 

"Well, I guess it will have to do." I said reassuring him that it was alright.

"So what is it with you James?" I asked while walking beside him.

"What do you mean by that Nancy?

"I mean, why are you so interested in me? Even after knowing that I'm engaged."

We made it to the spot. 

James brushed away a few leaves and offered his hand for me to sit. I graciously took his hand and sat myself down. My legs lying to the side of me. I reached up and took the coffees from James as he sat himself down.

"How can you say something like that Nancy. You're beautiful." James said taking a coffee from me and then a sip.

I cautiously looked at him.

"I'm sure you say that to all your girlfriends." I said raising a brow.

"I never would say something like that if it wasn't true."

James turned to me.

"I really mean it Nancy. You are the most beautiful woman I ever seen." 

My mouth went dry as I searched his eyes, waiting for a punch line, but there was none.

I lifted my coffee to my mouth and took a sip. What was he trying to do? Does he really mean what he's saying or he just shooting me a line.

"Listen to me James." I said softly. "I'm engaged, you know that and I'm very happy with Buzz."

"That's his name? Buzz?" James joked defending his honor.

"Yes, and he's a great guy and I've known him all my life." I boasted.

"All of your life? You mean he was, um, you know, your first?" He said nicely.

I blushed and took another sip of my coffee. I slowly nodded.

"Really? You mean you never dated anyone else before?"

"It's not that big of a deal. Buzz is a super guy. He's a very respectable person." I said taking another sip.

"I'm sure he is Nancy. But haven't you ever wonder, um, you know." 

I just sat there, not saying a word.

James leaned slightly towards me.

"Have you ever even seen another man's..." He cleared his throat and whispered. "Penis"

My face turned beet red as I looked back at him.

He leaned back into place and took another sip of his coffee. I just looked at him, trying to figure him out. Why would he say something like that? 

We were quiet for a few minutes. He must have known he embarrassed me.

"I'm really not that kind of a person Nancy." James blurted out.

"What kind of person are you talking about James?" I asked looking at him a little weird.

"I'm not the type of guy that would, um, just do it with someone." James said looking at me sincerely.

I was feeling a little uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going and wanted to lighten it up.

"I'm sure James." I mocked a laugh. "All guys think the same way. You really had me going there for a second."

"I really mean it Nancy. I wouldn't do the nasty just for the hell of it. It really has to mean something." James said.

I laughed again.

"You're telling me that..." I blushed. You're telling me that if a girl offered you sex or a blowjob, you would say no?" I laughed slapping at him. "There is no way you would say no. I know how men are."

"I guess it really would depend on the woman." He smiled locking his eyes onto mine. "But still, a woman has to enjoy herself as well as the man to make it right for me."

I gushed. "That's not what I always heard, what's the saying? Wham bam thank-you ma'am?"

He was quiet and slowly turned his eyes away from me.

"Not me."

He sounded hurt.

We had an awkward moment of silence and then our eyes connected again.

"Jennifer, I have something for you." James said standing up and holding his hand out for me.

I kept my eyes on his as I took his hand. He easily lifted me up to my feet. 

"What are you talking about now James?" I said lightly, trying to sound a little upbeat and playful.

"Just come with me. It's in my truck."

I laughed as he playfully tugged me with him.

"Come on woman. You're with me" He commanded jokingly.

Again I laughed and pulled back, playing the part of damsel in distress.

I was having fun trying to keep up with him. James really was a great guy. I had a passing thought of him trying to kiss me again. Part of me wanted that.

James pulled me up to a big 4x4 black truck. 

"Is this yours James?" I asked. "It really suits you."

James turned and looked at me as he unlocked the door.

"It does? How so Nancy?"

I smiled. "Big truck, Big guy."

He just smiled and opened the door, leaning over the seat as I stood behind him.

My wandering eyes focusing on his butt. I blushed to myself thinking how nice it looked. 

I silently let a laugh out, thinking of what he would do if I gave them a squeeze.

"Something funny Jennifer" James said coming back out of the truck.

"Nothing at all James" I said smiling mischievously.

"I bought you something while you were getting your hair done."

I froze and went silent.

"You didn't do that, did you James? I'm going to kill you if you did." I said feeling anxious.

James just smiled at me and opened his palm. I looked down and seen a beautiful gold necklace with a ruby red pendant.

"Oh my god James. You got to be kidding."       "It matches your earrings Nancy."

I looked slowly up at him. 

"I can't believe you did this for me James. I don't know what to say.

"Just put it on Nancy. It's going to look beautiful around you."

James handed me the necklace and I carefully took it from him. 

I was so overwhelmed that I didn't know what to say. 

"Here, let me pull you hair back as you fasten it on. James said breaking the silence and stepping behind me.

He could sense I was hesitant about this.

James very gently slipped his hand between my neck, lifting up the back of my hair. 

I opened the clasp and reach around and put it on.

James gently let my hair down and turned me around by my shoulders.

I looked up at him for approval. I just knew he was going to say something nice.

James shook his head.

"Just like I said before, it looks beautiful around you."

"I just love it James. I really do." I said feeling the chain with my fingertips. "But you didn't have to do this."

He was standing so close to me and I wanted him to try to kiss me. Something deep inside told me to let him if he did.

We stood for a second looking at each other. I knew he was thinking what I was.

James leaned in slowly, holding my eyes and kissed me. He had such tender lips but strong. I felt my legs weaken as he broke away.

"I'm sorry Nancy. I guess I shouldn't have done that." He sheepishly said.

I pulled him back to me, kissing him right back. I wanted him in the worst way.

I felt him place his hands on my shoulders and gently push me back. 

"I don't think we should do this Nancy and besides I need to get back to my booth." he said trying to be nice.

I felt a little foolish that I wanted more and that he had to stop me.

James slowly turned and was about to lock his door.

"I want to do something for you James." I heard myself say.

James stopped and turned back around.

This time it was James that blushed.

I gently but firmly pushed him back against the seat of his truck. Both of my hands went to his belt buckle and skillfully undid it. 

I could see James fumbling with his keys and cell phone by putting them up on the dash board.

"Nancy, someone could be watching."

I smiled at him and looked around the parking lot and noticed no one around. I unzipped and opened up his trousers.

He panicky scurried up on the seat and then slid behind the steering wheel, his legs outstretched and motion for me to climb in, his eyes darting to me and then parking lot.

I slipped inside the truck and shut the door. 

I was so hot for him. My body ached and tingle for his touch.

I took my burgundy blouse off and laid it against the back of the seat, trying my best to look seductively in my new camisole. I kneeled up on the seat and then placed my hand on his thigh, leaning in for another kiss. 

James' hands instantly took hold of my breasts, cupping them with his big hands as our lips locked together.

I softly moan and let my hand move slowly towards his bulge. My fingers pressed firmly against his length as our tongues danced with each other. 

James slipped his hands under my camisole and gently pulled and twisted at my nipples. I gasp against his mouth and slumped my breasts even further in his hands.

He huskily whispered. "You're so fucking hot Nancy."

His words sent shivers through me.

My hand slid inside his pants and gently cupped his hard cock, tracing his shaft with my fingers against his briefs. 

His heavy moan against my mouth was such a turn on. I loved the lioness power feeling I was getting by just holding his cock. He couldn't move or run even if he wanted too. Men were no match to a woman's touch.

I broke our kiss and sat back. He looked breathless and quiet as he leaned against the door of his truck.

Still kneeling, I moved myself even closer, wedging myself between his knees.

"What a sexy little kitten you are." He whispered.

I smiled and looked out the window of the truck. I felt wickedly naughty as I lifted my camisole off. 

James gasp and quickly looked out the windows as well.

"Nancy, I don't know about this."

James was trying to keep his eyes off of my jiggling boobs.His face looked of worry and desire.

"Oh what's the matter James?" I purred.

I brought my hands up to my breasts, cupping them in my palms. I purposely looked down at my nipples and then up at James.

His moan echoed in the truck.

I gently let go of my breasts and leaned forward on my knees. My hands slid up on his thighs as my new necklace dangled between my boobs, hypnotizing him. 

I tilted my head slightly, letting my long hair cover over half of my face. My eyes were locked on his as I slowly stole a kiss and then lowered my head to his lap.

James gently placed his hand on my head as I slid my hands up along his thighs and then slowly pulling down the tops of his briefs.

His cock sprang out proudly in front of my face.

I softly gasped and moaned as my eyes darted up and down the length, mentally comparing it to Buzz's. 

My one hand pulled down on his briefs some more and tucked it under his balls as the other softly took hold of his cock. 

James tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

I watched his chest rise and fall as I lightly stroked his cock. I then carefully stuck my tongue out and touched the head of his cock. It pulsed and wavered slightly. I did it again, tickling the tip with my darted tongue and then felt the pressure of his hand on my head.

His moans filled the cab once again.

I softly flick my tongue at the head as my hand continued to stroke him. He was completely under my control and I loved it.

I lifted my head up and James opened his eyes. I smiled and moved up a little more, letting my boobs drag along his thighs and then nestling his cock between them.

James smiled down at me.

"You have a beautiful cock James" I cooed. "It's so big too."

"Your really something else Nancy." James breathlessly said.

I felt so proud and pulled back slightly, then taking his cock deep in my mouth. I held him tightly between my lips and flatten my tongue against the shaft, moving it slowly.

James slipped his hands down and cupped my boobs. He softly kneaded them and my eyes instantly widen and my nose flared as I looked up at him. 

Shivers shot through me.

"You like that don't you Nancy" James said pulling lightly down on my boobs and jiggling them lightly in his palms.

My moans vibrated against his cock as a wave of pleasure rushed though my body. 

I popped his cock out of my mouth and tried to catch my breath. His hands were doing magic on my breasts. 

My body shuddered as I felt a warm release of pleasure surge through my breasts and then wetness on my nipples. I thought that maybe James had some sort of cream in his hands.

"What's this?" James said pulling his hands out instantly.

I slipped his cock back in my mouth, twirling my tongue around the shaft and pushing it half way in my mouth.

I tilted my eyes upward and looked at James studying his hands but kept my rhythm going.

"You're leaking milk Nancy." James said looking a little puzzled.

His hands slid back to my boobs and felt for my nipples. He gently tugged at them.




The Party Ch. 05



I groaned heavily on his cock. 

"I bet that feels good doesn't Nancy."

James pulled down on my boobs and tweaked my nipples a few times. I could feel myself leaking more milk onto his hands. 

James seen the pleasure on my face and started to jerk his hips upward towards my mouth. His cock tip nudged the back of my throat. 

I wiggled my tongue faster and hollowed my cheeks, sucking up and down on his cock. 

I was in pleasure heaven as he milked my breasts.

He suddenly pulled down on my tits hard and groaned loudly. I felt the first shot of his cum hitting the roof of my mouth. I shut my eyes and hungrily swallowed and slowed my sucking but kept my lips tight. His hips jerk, pumping more cum in my mouth which I eagerly swallowed. I pushed my breasts against his hands, wanting him to keep pulling, touching.

He slowed and then stopped. I continued to hold him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his softening shaft.

"That was great Nancy" James said tapping my head politely with his fingers and then gently pushing me away from his cock with his hand. "But I really need to get going"

I lifted my head up from his cock and sat up. A sudden wave of guilt and cheapness filled my mind as my eyes darted for my top.

What did I just do? I acted terrible. 

I was so embarrassed sitting there now, half dressed with the taste of another man in my mouth. How did this happen, how could I have done this to Buzz. 

James zipped up his pants after tucking his cock back in his pants.

"It's ok Nancy. It really is." James said snapping his jeans back together.

I slipped my camisole over me, feeling ashamed of me sucking him and embarrassed that my breasts were dripping milk into his hands.

"Listen, it happened. There's nothing to feel bad about."

I looked up at him. I could feel my tears coming to my eyes.

"It's not about you James." I said quietly. "It's about me."

"Come on Nancy. Think about it for one second, your a beautiful lady that knows how to pleasure a man and I will say was one of the best blowjobs in my life."

I blushed and broke a slight smile.

"And another thing, you told me Buzz was your first, so at the very least you need to know what it's like with another man. Especially before you get married."

You know he was sort of right. I mean maybe it was a good thing that I did this with James. His cock was quite different and his cum did seem sweeter then Buzz's. Maybe I should know the differences of men.

"Can I ask you something? I mean if you don't mind?" James said swinging his legs back under the steering wheel and sitting up straight.

I nodded slowly.

"What's with the milk?"

We both blushed at each other. My mind raced for an answer.

"It's just something that happens once and a while James." Not sounding too convincing.

He looked over at me and smiled.

"I thought that was so sexy Nancy. I never had a girl do that before."

I didn't know how to answer to that and just looked out the window of the truck.

"Nancy, I have to get back to the booth. Um, if you want to stay and compose yourself for a bit, just lock the doors when you leave."

James opened the door and stepped out and then reaching in to gather his keys and cell phone from the dash.

"Your one sexy lady Nancy, I'll talk with you later."

I smiled and mouthed the words good-bye as he shut the door. I watched as James walked back to the mall, still feeling somewhat distant and cheap. I flipped down the sun visor and checked myself in the mirror. My eyes looked back at me with guilt.

What was I thinking for god sakes? A man seduces me over coffee and I end up giving him a blowjob?

I saw myself blushing. I didn't want to look at myself anymore but couldn't look away.

What would have Buzz thought of me doing something like that? I'm sure Pam would have had a fit knowing I met the phone guy from the mall. 

I broke a slight smile and a blush thinking of James.

He is kind of sexy though, I do have to admit that I didn't mind giving him a blowjob. He was kind of nice and thoughtful with him giving me this beautiful necklace that matched my earrings. How nice of him to notice.

I smiled looking at myself in the mirror, toying with the necklace with my fingers.

I giggled remembering the look of panic on James's face when I started to suck his cock and then leaking milk while he fondled my boobs. They actually felt much better now, not as full. 

I picked at my hair a few times, putting in back in place.

So what if Buzz was to find out, it's not like we're married. And what's he going to say? I'm sure he hadn't stopped fucking that slut Jessica.

I opened my purse and took out my lipstick, carefully tracing my lips, making them look full and kissable again.

My mind drifted off to the way James's cock felt in my mouth and how different it was from Buzz's cock.

I snapped out of it and then quickly dumped my things back in my purse. I needed getting my shopping done before it gets too late.

I was just about to open the door, when my phone rang. 

I quickly dug my phone out of my purse. It was Buzz.

"Hello Buzz" I answered happily but feeling like I just got caught fooling around.

"Hey Nancy. What's happening?"

"Nothing much Buzz, I'm just at the mall."

"Did you get your hair done?"

"Oh yes Buzz and I just love it. I just can't wait to show you."

I could tell Buzz was wanting to say something. He hesitated and then whispered quietly.

"God Nancy, I'm so fucking horny right now."

"What Buzz?" I laughed back at him.

"All I can think about is you Nancy, and that fucking tight ass of yours."

I blushed, standing myself outside the truck and then reaching back in to get my blouse off the back of the seat. I locked and quietly shut the door of the truck while balancing the phone against my ear. 

"Are you ok Buzz?" I asked making sure he wasn't just fooling around with me.

His hand cupped over the phone.

"I really mean it Nancy. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm going shopping Buzz. I need to still get a few things."

"Aw come on Nancy. I'll come over to pick you up."

"No Buzz. I'm not going to do that. I really need to pick up some things."

I slipped my blouse back on.

He was still whispering.

"What are you wearing Nancy?"

I slowly started to walk back to the mall.

"Are you serious Buzz?" I laughed lightly. "I'm just wearing a skirt and top, nothing that special."

"Listen, why don't I pick you up in an hour? We could go for a few drinks and then later I'll fuck your brains out." He silently laughed still covering the phone.

I laughed loudly and stopped at a mall bench outside the main doors.

"You really know how to talk to a girl don't you Buzz." I giggled.

"Come on Nancy. It will be fun. You haven't been to the bar in a while and you're always wanted to go with me. And what happens later happens."

I sat my purse down on the bench. I thought for a second. 

"I would like love to go out Buzz." 

"Of course you do. You owe it to yourself Nancy"

He was right. I can't even remember the last time I went out.

"Maybe I could meet you Buzz? I really like to shop a little more, now that I'm here and all."

"Just phone me when you're ready for a pick-up. I'll come and get you. Just don't be too long."

"I won't Buzz, I promise."

"Ok, then I'll see you soon." He paused. "I love you Nancy."

My knees went weak as I held the phone tight to my ear. Tears came to my eyes.

"I,,,I love you too Buzz." I softly said.

I closed my phone and put it back in my purse.

He told me he loved me. My stomach was doing butterflies.

He finally said it loud and clear. I heard him.

I picked up my purse and walked into the mall. My mind played what he said over and over again. He loved me and I loved him.

I wanted to be in his arms right now, kissing him and him telling me how much he loved me. A wave of guilt washed over me as I thought how terrible it was to be with James earlier. I will never do that to Buzz again.

I glanced at my reflection in the store window. My hair still looked nice and I guess what I was wearing would be alright to go for a few drinks.

I strolled along the stores looking inside the windows but all I could think of was Buzz. I really didn't feel like shopping anymore and thought that maybe I should just phone him back and tell him to come get me.

I kept walking and would only glance at the store fronts but my mind was with Buzz.

Maybe I'll go to the bar myself. I could tell him I would meet him there that way he wouldn't think of me as a bother.

I stopped at the boutique that I seen earlier and walked in.

Their shoe section was down the one side of the store. A beautiful pair of black evening shoes caught my eye instantly. They were displayed on the shelf with matching silk stockings. They looked so sexy with the tiny ankle strap that swirls down to the ribbon toe cap.

I strolled and looked at the other shoes. All were displayed with matching stockings or evening gloves. The array of colors and styles was overwhelming. I wanted to try them all on.

"May I help you at all?" 

I turned to see a young sales girl.

"I just love your shoes. I'm having such a hard time deciding which ones I want." I smiled and then turned back to the shoes.

"I know what you mean. They are all so lovely." She smiled. "Are they for a special occasion or just everyday wear?"

"I probably need both." I laughed.

"Why don't you have a seat and I'll bring you over some to try on."

I smiled and walked over to the seat at the end of the isle and sat down. My heart was fluttering lightly with excitement.

She came walking back with her hands full of shoes and laughed kneeling down and dropping them at my feet.

"I found a couple that you might like."

I glanced at the shoes she dropped. The nice black ones stood out again.

"Let me try those." I pointed.

"I knew you were going to say that." She smiled reaching up and gently holding onto my calf and then carefully pulling off my shoe.

"Those black heels would look nice with any evening gown."

"Yes, they do look like something you would wear to a special gala of sorts. I'm lucky just to get an invite to meet my fiancé at the local bar." I joked, laughing as she wiggled the new heel on my foot.

She adjusted the ankle strap and looked up at me.

"Was that him I seen you with earlier? He's very handsome. You're a very lucky girl."

My mouth dropped and my stomach turned as I realized it was James she saw me with.

"Um,, where did you see us?" I stammered looking guilty.

"In the parking lot." She grinned slyly at me.

I swallowed a little.

"I saw him walk past my store about ten minutes before you came by."

I didn't know what too say as I turned my eyes back down to the shoes. Did she see everything? She must have, the way she's looking at me with that smile. 

"These fit perfectly. I'll buy these and the red pair. I just remembered something important that I have to do." I said in a panic.

I had to get out of there. Who else saw me out in the parking lot? 

Again she smiled and stood up.

"I understand. I'll box then right away."

I slipped my shoe back on my foot.

Why did I have to go to that damn truck with James? I should have known better.

I stood up and quickly walked to the cashier counter at the front of the store. The young lady was writing up the final figures for the shoes.

"That's going to be four hundred and sixty-three dollars."

My legs wobbled.

"They cost that much? I mean, isn't that a little expensive?"

"Not for quality likes these. Trust me, your going to be very happy."

"They are beautiful aren't they?" I said convincing myself to spend the money.

"There're perfect and you will look absolutely stunning in them."

I opened my purse and handed her the credit card Buzz gave me to use. She swiped it through and process the transaction. 

"Was that your mother I seen you with yesterday and when are you getting married anyways?" 

My hands shook as I signed my name to the slip receipt.

On my god, how the hell can she know so much about me?

I swallowed and blushed as I looked up at her.

"We still haven't decided on a firm date. And no, she was just a friend." I put my card back in my purse and picked up the bag holding my shoes.

"Thank-you very much and please come back soon." She said with a taunting ring to her voice. "And by the way, I just love your new necklace."

My eyes locked on hers for just a second. Did she know James had given it to me? 

My voice cracked. "I will. Thanks."

I gasped stepping out of the store. 

Tears came to my eyes as I thought of the way the salesclerk was acting. She knew I was fooling around with James. How could she have known so much?

All I could think of is how I betrayed Buzz and how heart broken he would be if he found out what I did with James. Buzz loved me, he had told me so.

I pushed my way through a small gathering of people and sat down on a mall bench.

My eyes darted about as I tried to compose myself. My hand fidgeting with my purse straps as my mind swirled. I was getting hot and flustered.

"Rob" I heard being called out amongst the mall noise. 

I perked up slightly recognizing the name. 

"Rob, how are you doing?"

I sat up straight and looked over my shoulder.

For some reason I expected to see someone I knew and wasn't sure why but the name had a familiar ring to it. I saw two men greeting each other with handshakes and smiles.

Images of me as Rob flashed through my mind as I slowly turned facing back. I was feeling overwhelmed and confused. I sat clutching my purse, opening it and then snapping it shut over and over again. 

Suddenly, I felt my hair being pulled back away from my neck and a soft kiss caressing my skin. It sent a chill through my body.

"Hello sweetheart." Buzz whispered in my ear.

I silently shrieked and stood up, running around the bench and throwing myself in his arms. My arms closed around him, squeezing him tight.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's this all about Nancy?" Buzz said placing his hands on my waist.

I looked up at him, still holding him tight.

"I'm feeling so lost right now." I sniffled. "I'm not sure what's wrong."

"Well, I'm here now Nancy. Everything is going to be alright."

He gave me a reassuring kiss and patted my back.

"You look absolutely gorgeous with your hair Nancy. I can't believe how beautiful you are. And that new necklace matches your earrings so nicely."

His eyes studied the necklace against my chest.

I looked back at him, trying to gain my composure and calm my nerves. I was so happy that he was with me now but felt a tang of guilt as he mentioned the necklace that James bought me.

"I bought some new shoes as well Buzz." I said feeling a little embarrassed now that he saw how vulnerable I am when I'm alone.

"Why don't we go for a few drinks and then you can show me what you bought when we get home. Would you like that Nancy?" Buzz said still holding me close.

I just nodded and pulled away from him.

"Let me take your bags for you Nancy." 

I watched as Buzz picked up my bags and then I scooted next to him, holding onto his arm.

"I was talking with mom a while ago and she was saying that your package from Vicky was delivered this morning." Buzz casually said.

"A package? What package?" I asked.

"I guess it's what you ordered from her when you went to that gathering with the ladies on that Sunday after the party."

We kept walking towards the exit of the mall with me leaning against him.

"I like that" Buzz said.

"Like what?"

"I like how you hold onto me, makes me feel proud to have someone as special as you."

I hugged his arm a little more. His words making me feel warm all over

We walked over to his car and Buzz opened the trunk placing my bags inside. He came over and opened my door for me. I smiled and whispered thank-you and slid in. My eyes stayed on him as he walked in front of the car and around to his door. He definitely was a handsome man in his business suit. I gushed knowing he was mine.

Buzz opened up the door and then pulled his jacket off, his chest muscles flexing under his shirt as he carefully laid his jacket over the back of the seat and then sitting himself in the car.

As he placed the key into the ignition he looked over at me.

"Pam wanted to make sure I reminded you to take your pills."

"My pills?" I asked.

"You forgot to take them didn't you?"

I blushed while opening my purse. I spotted my prescription bottle on the bottom.

"I guess I didn't think about it that's all."

"Its no wonder you were getting funny inside the mall. You have to remember to take your pills or other wise you'll get all mixed up." Buzz said as he slowly starting to drive out of the parking space.

"I know I should have known better."

I took my pills out of my purse and opened the container, letting two pills drop out. I quickly swallowed them and close the container up. 

"That should make me feel better. Thanks Buzz for reminding me." I said dropping the container back in my purse.

"Not a problem Nancy. Someone has to look out for you." He smiled and winked.

I smiled back and moved closer to him. My hand rested lightly in his lap.

"Be careful Nancy, other wise we might not make it to the bar." Buzz laughed.

"Promises promises." I giggled, snuggling up against him and teasing his bulge with my fingers.

He growled playfully and put his arm around my shoulder, giving it little squeeze of affection.

We drove for about ten minutes before we got to the bar. All the while I was teasing his cock from the outside of his pants. He finally pulled into the front of the bar. Gently he reached his hand down and removed mine.

"You go inside while I park the car. Just find a seat anywhere."

I leaned closer, giving him a kiss and then opening my door, I slid out.

"Don't be long Buzz." I said shutting the door.

"Just give me a minute. I won't leave you long sweetheart."

I smiled and watched as he drove off to the back of the building. I stood momentarily and composed myself before walking to the front door.

The bar was semi dark and was mostly filled with men with only a few women scattered amongst tables and at the bar as I wandered in. 

"Can I get you anything?" A waitress said holding a tray above her shoulder.

"I'll just find a seat and wait for my boyfriend before we order." I smiled.

With not even an answer she walked away leaving me to scan the room for a nice table.

I was looking for something quiet and maybe a little romantic. It's been so long since Buzz and I went out together.

I glance around and slowly made my way to a small table in the corner, perfectly hidden away.

I sat myself down with my hands folded on the table looking around the place. 

Some of the bar décor looked familiar but I just couldn't seem to put it together in my mind. It was like I was here before but I knew that I couldn't have been.

My eyes drifted over to the bar and that's when I saw her. It was Jessica, sitting with some tall heavy set man. 

Of all places and time to see her, and just look at how she is dressed.

Why not show the world that you're a slut Jessica? With you having your boobs hanging out like that, who would ever wear a top like that in a bar? One thing I know for sure is that I'm much classier. I would never flaunt myself like that.

I watched her discreetly while waiting for Buzz. Something wasn't right about the way Jessica was sitting talking with this guy. Usually her hands would be flopping around as she would describe some bullshit story. Oh well, maybe for once she is listening instead of acting like she knows everything.

Buzz came walking through the door and I waved him over. He smiled that smile of his and maneuvered his way to me.




The Party Ch. 05



When Annie had returned to her position in front of the Driver, she was told to stand at ease. Again the host asked of the driver, "Anything else you'd like to see?" 

It was obvious theater for we all knew where this tableau was headed and the driver, as anticipated, speculated aloud, "I wonder what color this whore's nipples are under that expensive bra; I wonder if they are as firm as they appear to be" while in the confines of the lingerie. 

The host laughed and opined, "I'm sure, by now, Will, that you know the way to find out; don't be shy because the hoe is here just for your amusement. Make yourself at home, so to speak." 

The Taximan instructed Annie to turn her back to him so that he could remove her bra. Annie complied and stood still as the driver fumbled a bit, slid his fingers under the bra strap against Annie's fine skin and then smoothly unsnapped the bra. He removed her shoulder straps, sliding them slowly down her arms releasing her magnificent breasts from the C cups that had, just moments before, held them secure and secretly away from his gaze. Annie seemed to catch the loosened undergarment on her forearms and it slid no further for a moment. The black men could see Annie's exposed breasts but my view was blocked by the hanging underwear; I could, however, see that the driver's excitement was growing as he continued to unveil Annie's charms, bit by bit.

After she had been exposed to the driver and our host, Annie turned at his command to give our host a better view while the driver ommented, "So now we all know what color 'titty' pink is." He continued, "Nice tits, I appreciate you're sharing them with us." 

Telling her to face him again, the driver laughed with delight at his own derisory humor, reached out, squeezed and firmly twisted Annie's right nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Annie gasped with surprise but endured quietly as she remembered that she had been instructed not to speak. The nipple responded to his pinch and grew distended with the continued pressure; it was intriguing to watch both nipples respond as Annie rose slightly onto her toes in reaction to the man's abuse.

The Taximan held her nipple firmly between his thumb and forefinger increasing the pressure for a few moments and then released her. Her nipple was as hard as it could be and appeared to be about as long as an eraser on a number two pencil after the driver's mistreatment. 

The black men seemed pleased with their discoveries to this point but also seemed to be tiring of the slow stripping game and ready for a bit more active sport. While her disrobing seemed to have gone on for a long time, it was actually only a very few minutes from the beginning to this point and it was inevitable that the men would now want Annie to be as naked as I was. 

I was not surprised to hear the driver, at last, command, "Girl, pull your panties all the way down and remain bent with your hands holding them as close to your ankles as you can." 

Annie had been a gymnast in her younger days and was still as lithe and limber as a cat. While I knelt, naked in front of our host, continuing to taste the salty wetness of the precum emanating from his cock, the taxi driver approached Annie from behind, swatted her tender, exposed bottom with his hand and spread her pussy lips and bottom cheeks to get a better view of her most intimate parts. He held her ass cheeks apart and leered at her tightly puckered private holes while steadying her by grasping her around her naked waist so that she didn't topple forward. It was as if he felt he could do whatever he wished, and I guessed he could, now that we had submitted to his direction. He didn't even bother to ask the host's permission as he continued to take his liberties with my wife's fair body. 

Poor Annie, I could see her shudder as his rough hands touched and inspected her in such a familiar and intimate way but I wasn't as sure about the real reason for her reaction. At that moment, I wondered if she was having second thoughts about her participation in this "party" but I also considered that she might just be enjoying being at the center of all of this attention from these confident black males. 

I would not know the answers to that and so many other questions I wanted to ask until we were ruminating about the party in the days and weeks after it was nothing but a memory. 

My Annie was a trooper. When I noticed that the redness had crept even further up her chest and into her neck, I knew that she was humiliated, embarrassed by her nakedness and the attentions of the extraordinary man playing with her in such a casual manner but I was also sure that she was excited in the deepest part of her female sexuality. 

The man came closer behind Annie and again spread her pussy lips, announcing softly, "I can tell that you like the shame of my inspection, white girl. I know that you have always wanted a black man to see you like this." As he spoke, he pushed the hardness of his penis against her glistening opening and moved it slowly up and down the gash, wetting himself with her juices and further enjoying her degradation and his ultimate power. 

I tried desperately to see what he was doing but he was behind Annie and the Host further inhibited my voyeuristic endeavors as he grabbed me by the hair and instructed me, "Just suck me, boy. Will doesn't need your help". 

With Annie between me and the driver, I could only imagine the method of his romantic behavior toward her. She later told me that he had slowly pushed his swollen cock into her tight opening, stretching her taut labia to their maximum dilation, pushing callously against her tender cervix and finally all the way to the crown of her vagina, a feat no man had previously accomplished with her. These were all facts I might have discerned as I watched, had I not been so preoccupied with observing Annie's convulsions in reaction to the sustained pressure of the man's conquest. Finally, the full length and breadth of the Black penis had been slowly worked in much to my discomfort and Annie's apparent ecstasy. 

After a minute or two of abusing Annie with his oversized shaft, the driver slowly withdrew from her vagina and surprised me by speaking in my direction, "I think I'd rather have a blow job from your slut. It's so much more humiliating for you to watch your wife suck my black dick and swallow my black seed than to just have her fucked as she's going to be so often this afternoon."

He turned Annie around and pushed her to her knees in front of him. I watched, fascinated, as he rubbed his distended rod over and against Annie's perfect face, wetting her cheeks and even her eyelids with the seepage from his meatus. In due course, as he forced his engorged glans between her lips and into her waiting throat, he commented on the intimate nature of inserting his cock into her mouth, repeating that she shouldn't be disappointed that he wasn't stretching her tight, diminutive cunt any more as he knew she would get a good fucking later today, by his many friends. 

Our host just laughed and commented, "You can do whatever you want with suck-boy's wife, Will; she is here for your entertainment as well as ours. Use her in any way you want; the rest of us are going to use her later no matter what you do, so don't cheat yourself." 

As the men spoke of her in such contemptuous terms, Annie continued to kneel at the feet of the taxi driver and to service his impressive cock with her mouth. I could see that she was struggling to accommodate his impressive girth and hadn't even thought about what to do with his length. 

The Master appeared to grow tired of my attempts at acceptable fellatio and ordered me to replace his cock back into his suit trousers, to crawl on my belly to Annie's feet and to pay attention to the way Annie sucked the Taxi driver's cock. 

As I crawled, the host commented, "That white boy needs lessons to learn to perform a proper blowjob; from the looks of how she's handling you, Will, she looks like she could teach the poor cocksucker correct techniques, if nothing else." 

Annie was forced to suck the driver to completion. At one point, his hand firmly grasped that back of Annie's head as he held her in place and fucked her mouth and throat. He grasped a handful of her luxuriant tresses and pulled her head into a rhythm of his liking. She gagged more than once as his cock ventured too far into the opening of her throat and he seemed pleased that he had caused that recurrent discomfort. 

All the while, I was forced to watch the degradation of my Annie by this strange but powerful man. Again, I found myself doubting that I should have gotten her into such a dilemma. I was certain that her jaw was distended to the point that it ached and yet she sucked and licked with seeming ardor until the Black driver's balls rose and tightened noticeably. It was then that I noticed the awe in her eyes, locked on his in what I could only describe as a rapturous stare, as he shuddered mightily and came, making sure that jets of his copious orgasmic content she couldn't swallow were deposited onto Annie's face and some into her hair. Though she had tried, without success, to swallow all of his effluent, Annie looked as if she was pleased to have ended the ordeal and I was also happy to see her humiliation ended, at least for the time being. 

The host instructed me, "Thank Willie for feeding your whore, boy."

I did so saying, "Thank you, Master Taxi Driver, for the ride to this exciting party; for making Annie's first real sexual experience so enjoyable and for giving her the first ebony cum of her life". 

Both the driver and our host seemed pleased with my praise. Annie was commanded to replace the Taxi driver's cock and now empty balls into his pants and to obey his further instructions, if any, until he left.

The driver told Annie to bring our clothes to him and waited as she carefully folded her bra and panties and stacked them on top of our apparel, shoes and stockings, making two neat stacks on the entryway floor. Both of the black men remained silent as she piled our possessions at the driver's feet, simply eyeing us with a bemused look on their faces that gave me no clue of what was to ensue. 

Once she was finished delivering our wardrobes, the driver picked up our clothes, shoes, stockings and Annie's pumps from the spot Annie had deposited them, carried the lot of them across the room, pulled open a nearby door and, without ceremony, threw them into a closet which, once opened, showed evidence that we were neither the first couple to arrive, nor the first to undress in the foyer. The closet was half full of clothing and none of it was neatly stacked or otherwise in any discernible array. 

I watched with continued anticipation as our Black host eyed Annie from head to toe with obvious lust and pleasure. He certainly didn't try to hide his leering from me. At this juncture, I knew that Annie and I were in for an event-filled, action packed and interesting day with Annie getting more than just an opportunity to exhibit herself and being appreciated for her efforts. 

Our Host then instructed Annie to kneel in front of him and, the whole while looking directly at me, had her unzip his pants and ordered her to kiss her new Master, his cock. Annie knelt and kissed. He ordered her to take just the head of his penis into her mouth. 

I could not take my eyes off Annie as she performed these simple, yet totally humiliating acts before me with her second black penis of the day. He then ordered her to stand and quietly replaced his simmering cock back into his trousers. 

As an afterthought, he asked Annie if she thought I needed more practice in kissing and sucking her new master's cock or if I should be made to service the taxi driver's penis, for that matter, in order to be certain whose orders would be followed today. 

Annie quickly answered, "I don't think that is necessary, he knows who his superiors are and who he will be obeying for the remainder of this day. He has proved that he will do as you direct him and that he won't interfere no matter what you do with me."

I breathed a sigh of relief and made a mental note to thank Annie for sparing me from suffering this additional degradation.

Our host then instructed us to give the taxi driver one last "thank you" which we did as he headed for the door and back to his duties. 

The smile on the old taxi driver's face as he left the Host's premises showed how much he appreciated the gifts his Host had bestowed upon him.



The Party Ch. 06



Note: This story is the sixth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.

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The conversation with her boyfriend excited my wife. It didn't take me long to bring her to an orgasm. After she recovered she kissed my forehead and stood up.

Once she was standing she said, "That was very nice slaveboy. Now come into my bedroom and help me get dressed."

Janet stopped when we got to the bedroom door. "This is now my private bedroom. I expect you to knock every time you wish to enter this room. If I am inside the room I expect you to wait for my permission before you cross the threshold of the door. Your new duties as my slave will include making my bed and cleaning my room every morning. You will also have to come into the room to get my dirty laundry. Washing my clothes is another chore that now belongs to you."

Janet stared at me. "You understand that we are not just playing a sex game. You really are going to be my slave. As my slave, you will be responsible for all household chores."

I bowed politely. "Yes Mistress Janet. I understand and I'm eager to serve you."

Janet smiled. "That's very good slave boy. " Janet turned and walked into her bedroom. When I started to follow her she stopped and held up her hand. "Slave boy I believe you're forgetting something."

I stopped and knocked on the open door. "Mistress Janet my I please have permission to enter your room."

"Yes slave, you may enter."

As I walked into the room Janet said, "If you make that mistake again, I will spank you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress, I understand."

Janet sat down at her makeup table. She gave me my instructions for the rest of the morning while she applied her makeup.

"Jerome and I will be having steak this evening. My boyfriend has a healthy appetite. You should buy a large porterhouse for him. I will have a small tenderloin. Baked potatoes and a tossed salad should be adequate as side dishes."

She thought for a moment. "Pick out a nice merlot for us. Don't be afraid to spend a little money for it. This dinner is going to be a celebration for Jerome and me. It will be the first time we get to make love in my bed."

Janet finished putting on her makeup and stood up. "Slave, fetch me a pair of panties and a brassiere. Pick a something that Jerome will like." 

I went to my wife's dresser and started fumbling through the drawers. I was excited and a little disconcerted. Selecting lingerie that my wife was going to wear for another man was a new experience for me. I also didn't actually know where she kept her underwear.

Janet started to lose her patience. "I keep my panties in the top left drawer, my brassieres are in the top right drawer." Her voice had an icy tone. "Next week I expect you to spend some time going through my clothing. As my slave it is your duty to know where everything is kept."

I selected a black lace thong and a matching bra. When I tried to hand them to her, my wife shook her head and pointed at the floor. 

"Get down on your knees and hold my panties while I step into them."

I did as I was told. 

Janet stepped into the panties. "Now pull them up."

Pulling a pair of lace thong panties up my wife's beautiful legs was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done.

As soon as the panties were in place she quietly said, "And now my bra."

I slipped the straps of the brassiere over Janet's arms. As I was fitting her large breasts into the cups my wife giggled. "It's funny but I don't think I've ever met a guy who didn't get a thrill out of taking my bra off." She turned and leered at me. "Jerome just loves doing it."

It took me a moment to figure out how to fasten the clasp on the back of the brassiere. While I was fumbling with it, Janet started to laugh. "Most guys struggle with that clasp when they're taking my bra off. You're a little pussyboy so you only get to fumble with it when you're putting it on me."

My wife was getting very good at taunting me.

After her bra was fastened Janet turned around. "Fetch my green tank top and a pair of cutoffs. You'll find my tops in the third drawer and my cutoffs in the bottom drawer."

I quickly retrieved the rest of Janet's outfit. When I returned she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Hold my cutoffs for me."

I obediently followed my wife's directions and got down on my knees. As soon as she stepped into the shorts Janet said, "Now pull them up."

The denim cutoffs were very tight. I had to work to pull them over her hips and ass. Once the shorts were in place I stepped back and waited for my next instructions. 

My wife looked at me with an irritated expression. "Pussyboy you need to zip up my jeans and fasten the snap." She shook her head. "Do I have to explain everything to you?"

Janet patted my head while I was pulling up her zipper. "That's a good boy. Robbie, always remember that a well-behaved slave looks for ways to pamper his mistress."

I fastened the snap at the top of Janet's jeans. As soon as I was done I picked up her tank top, slipped it over her head and pulled it into place. 

Once she was dressed Janet did a little pirouette for me. "How do I look?"

She was gorgeous. As I gazed at my wife I longed to be allowed to make love to her. She noticed the expression on my face and giggled. "I hope that Jerome finds this outfit just as exciting as you obviously do."

I sighed. "Mistress Janet, I am sure that he will."

There was a tone of disappointment in my voice. Janet noticed it immediately. She put her arms around me and gave me a gentle hug. "Robbie sometimes this lifestyle is going to be very frustrating for you. That's the idea. You're a masochist and I'm a sadist. I'm enjoying your frustration and I want you to enjoy it to."

She reached under my shirt, grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. I winced from the pain.

My wife started to giggle and twisted it even harder. "Robbie, this is what you want isn't it? Just relax and enjoy the pain."

There were tears running down my cheeks as I looked up at my wife. "Yes Mistress Janet, this is exactly what I want."

Janet released her grip on my nipple, put her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. As soon as she was done kissing me she whispered into my ear, "Baby I love you so much. Tonight after Jerome leaves I promise it will be your time. You'll get to suck on my nipples and lick my pussy and my ass." She giggled. "If you're really well behaved while Jerome is here, I might even be willing to reward you with a little blow job. I know just how much you love those."

I grinned at my wife. "Mistress, I promise to be a perfect slave for you and your boyfriend this evening."

Janet patted my cheek. "That's a good boy. Now fetch me my purse. It's time for me to go shopping."

I handed Janet her purse. As she walked to the door she gave me some final instructions. "Jerome is probably going to arrive before I get back. I expect you to attend to all of his needs. Is that clear?"

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Janet. I will work very hard to take care of him.

"Good, When he arrives I want you to take him to the computer and show him your favorite submissive cuckold web sites. I want him to learn a little more about our new lifestyle. You can use the time while he's on the computer to move your things to your new bedroom."

Janet kissed my cheek. "I should be back around three. You should plan on serving dinner at 4:30. Jerome needs to get home early." 

My wife walked out the door. As soon as she was gone I sat down on the couch and sighed. Life as Janet's slave was going to be very demanding. 

I allowed myself a few moments of relaxation and then I got off the couch. I had chores to do.

I grabbed my car keys and went to grocery store. I found a magnificent 20 ounce porterhouse steak for Jerome, a very nice tenderloin for Janet and a small sirloin for myself. I made a quick stop in the produce section for the salad ingredients and the potatoes and then I went straight to the checkout line.

On the way home I stopped at the liquor store and picked up two twelve packs of Budweiser and a good bottle of California merlot. It was just after one o'clock when I carried the groceries into the kitchen.

After putting the groceries and beer in the refrigerator I went to work moving my things from Janet's room to my new bedroom.

I was just finishing hanging my clothes in my new closet when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock. It was just after 2:00 pm.

I quickly ran to the front door. When I got there I stopped and took a deep breath. My stomach was churning as I reached for the door knob. Moving my clothes from our marital bedroom to the guest room was an emotional trial, but it was nothing compared to the task of opening the front door so I could greet my wife's boyfriend.

I turned the knob and slowly pulled the door open. For a moment Jerome and I both silently stared at each other. 

Jerome Turner was a tall, physically fit man with a ruggedly handsome face. His full head of hair was just starting to turn gray at the temples. He was at least ten years older than Janet and me. I guessed that he was in his late thirties or early forties. He was wearing a sport coat over a very tight fitting tee shirt that showcased his well developed chest muscles and flat stomach. 

I laughed to myself, if I had a body like that I'd wear tight tee shirts all the time. Jerome Turner was a stud. It was easy to understand why Janet was attracted to him.

I Finally pulled myself together and smiled at him. "Good afternoon Mr. Turner. Won't you please come in."

He smiled back at me and walked into the house. As he passed me he casually said, "Thank you Robbie."

We walked into the living room. I motioned to the large easy chair. "Please make yourself at home."

He politely nodded and said, "Thanks, I'll do that."

I waited until he was comfortably seated and then asked, "Can I get you a beer?"

"Sure, That'd be real nice."

As I walked into the kitchen I realized that at this moment, Jerome Turner was just as uncomfortable as me. While I was opening the refrigerator I decided that the only way this was going to work was if we both immediately started playing our roles. 

I put a bottle of beer, a large glass and a coaster on a tray and carried it back into the living room. As I approached his chair I submissively bowed and said, "Your beer sir."

Jerome smiled at me. I don't think he quite knew how he was supposed to respond.

I set the coaster on the table next to him, put the glass on the coaster and poured the bottle of beer into it.

When I was done I set the tray on the dining room table and turned to face Jerome. I was about to ask him if I could get him anything else when he said, "Wife and husband." 

I stared at Jerome. I was just a little bit shocked. "Wife and husband" was of course the phrase that Janet and I had agreed to use when we wanted to step out of our roles and talk to each other as equals.

Jerome smiled at me. "Robbie I talked to Janet on my way over here. I told her that I was a little nervous about meeting you. She suggested that I use that phrase so we could get to know each other before we started playing what she called the game."

I nodded. "That's probably a good idea. Janet's a pretty smart woman."

Jerome laughed. "Yes she certainly is."

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. I don't think either of us knew exactly how to start.

Finally Jerome motioned to the couch. "Robbie will you please sit down."

As I sat down Jerome shook his head. "It feels kind of funny to offer a man a seat in his own house."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is an unusual situation."

Jerome leaned forward in his chair. "Robbie I don't exactly know how to begin this conversation, so I'm just going to start talking. If I offend you at anytime, please accept my apology in advance. Offending you is not my intention."

I shrugged and said, "Okay."

"Robbie, I've been seeing Janet on a regular basis for several months now."

"I know, she told me."

"I want you to know that during that time I feel like I've also gotten to know you."

"What do you mean?"

He grinned at me. "Your wife talks about you constantly. You can do no wrong in her eyes." He shook his head, "I only wished my wife loved me half as much as Janet loves you."

I chuckled. "That's an interesting comment considering your relationship with her."

He nodded. "Yes, I know. Maybe that's why I feel it's so important to tell you that. Robbie, your wife loves sex. She might be the most passionate woman I've ever met, but to her sex is more of a game." He smiled. "To Janet fucking is like playing golf or tennis. It's a recreational activity." 

He shook his head. "Your wife doesn't love me and she never will. Oh yes, we're good friends; but all we ever do when were together is fuck. We never do anything else." He laughed. "When we do have a conversation it's almost always about you."

Jerome sighed. "I don't know if it helps you, but I wanted you to know that."

I smiled at him. "Thank you, that is nice to know."

Jerome appeared to be a nice guy. I decided that it actually might be a good idea if we did get to know each other a little bit better. 

I looked at him. "I just learned about you last night, so I know very little about you. What do you do for a living?"

"I sell office supplies. That's how I met Janet."

I understood immediately. My wife was the office manager for a large insurance company.

"Janet told me that you like to play golf. She said you're very good at the game." He laughed. "She actually brags about your ability."

I nodded, "I like to play and sometimes I can hit the ball well enough to win a little money."

Suddenly I started laughing.

Jerome looked at me. "What's so funny?"

"I just realized why Janet is always encouraging me to play golf."

Jerome grinned. "Yes, I suspect you're right." He shrugged. "You get time to play your favorite game and your wife gets time for hers."

I smiled. "That's probably a pretty good way for me to look at this."

"Yes, I think it is." He paused for a moment. "I've always been a tennis player, but I started to take golf lessons last year."

"Do you enjoy the game?"

"Very much, but I'm not any good at it."

"Would you like to get together and play some time?"

Jerome stared at me for a moment and then he said, "Yes, I'd like that a lot." He paused. "You might have to be patient with me; like I said, I'm not very good."

I laughed. "That's okay when I beat you at golf you can just remind me that you're fucking my wife."

Jerome grinned at me. "Robbie it's easy to see why Janet likes you so much."

Suddenly Jerome got very quiet. After a moment he said, "I gather that I am supposed to adopt a cruel and heartless attitude towards you."

I nodded. "Yes sir, that is your role in this game."

He smiled at my response. "Robbie, please remember that I like you and when we go to the golf course, we're going as equals."

"I like you to Jerome, but now I think it's time for you to become Mr. Turner. Janet left very strict instructions about how I was to take care of you. I wouldn't want her to walk in and see us acting like two old army buddies."

Jerome chuckled at my joke and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly his demeanor changed. He took a long sip of beer and said, "All right slaveboy, where do we go from here?"

"My Mistress thought you might like to see some of the web sites dealing with domination and cuckolding."

Jerome sat up. "That would be very helpful to me."

I stood up. "Sir as soon as you're ready I'll take you into the den and set you up on our computer."

Jerome picked up his glass and swallowed the rest of his beer. Once he was done he set the glass back on the coaster and stood up. "Slaveboy, I'm ready right now."

"Please follow me sir."

I led Jerome into the den and pulled out the chair at our computer desk. "Mr. Turner, please sit here."

The computer was already turned on so as Jerome sat down I opened the Internet and typed in the address for my favorite cuckold web site.

As soon as the site opened I said, "I'm going to give you a story to read. If you finish it before Janet gets here, call me and I'll find another one for you. Would you like another beer?"

Jerome shook his head. "No thanks slaveboy. I'll wait until your Mistress gets home."

"Very good sir. If you'll excuse me, I have some tasks to finish. If you need anything please call me."

I left Jerome in the den and went to Janet's bedroom where I gathered the rest of my things and moved them into my new bedroom. 



The Party Ch. 06



THE PARTY-CHAPTER VI-ANNIE AND I ARE SEPARATED

After Annie and I had said our "thank-yous" to the departing driver, our host dug into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and produced a black magic marker not unlike a Sharpie pen. He instructed Annie to stand before him with her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs slightly spread. As she complied, he proceeded to draw the number three in four locations on Annie's perfect skin: her right shoulder, her left hip, her right ass cheek and, finally, just above the nipple of her left breast. His hand rested comfortably for an extended moment on her left breast as he drew the number and Annie's nipples responded instantly. I could tell that she was already excited to near orgasmic fervor from her previous maltreatment by the taxi driver and we hadn't, as of yet, even entered the main part of the house. 

Having finished making Annie look like she was ready to partake in a nude triathlon, the Black man turned his attention and that of his magic marker to me. I was ordered to stand with my hands clasped behind my back in the same manner as Annie had and I nervously complied with the order. He drew on me without regard to style or grace and, when his drawing was done, he had inscribed the number three in the same four places on me as he had on Annie. We were commanded to keep our hands behind our backs and to spread our legs to about shoulder width. 

The black man surveyed his handiwork with apparent satisfaction. From that moment on, he said, "You are now Mr. Three and Ms. Three, no longer worthy even of a name."

After the numbers had been inscribed on our naked skin, for the first time a black woman, also quite tall, lithe, attractive and nicely dressed, appeared. 

The black gentleman instructed me, "Go with this woman and to follow her directions." 

Annie was to follow him and do as he initiated. We were going to be

separated for the first time in the Strangers' house and I was instantly apprehensive. I had always considered myself Annie's protector and now I was seeing her led off in the grasp and control of a man I'd barely met and didn't know. While I remained concerned, I resigned myself to trust and not to look at Annie as she followed the man down a hallway to a fate unknown to me.

I was embarrassed by the appraising look that this woman gave me, up, down and all in between, but I did as I was told and fell in line behind her. She produced another eye covering and told me she was going to cover my eyes so that I could not see; I was to keep the blindfold in place until I was allowed to remove it by either her or her husband. I closed my eyes as I had in the taxi and the blindfold was put back in place. Before leaving the foyer the woman startled me by firmly grasping my cock and balls, gently stroking my cock to a partial erection and then snickering as she instructed me to follow her to meet the others whom she called "the rest of the white entertainment." We walked a short distance, her hand tightly around my shaft and scrotum, before the woman instructed me to stop. She opened a door and thrust me, without ceremony, inside with a push on my shoulder and with the further direction, "You are not to utter a word under any circumstance and I will know if you do." 

I found myself in a small room in which I was quite sure there were other persons present. I could feel that I was not alone; despite my not being able to see them, I could sense others being near. I stood still for a moment and decided that it was foolish not to at least try to find out where I was and who was in the room with me. I moved about slowly trying to feel my way around the small enclosure I was in without hurting myself by bumping into hard, immovable objects. I immediately felt a sink and determined that I was in a bathroom or other small utility room. As I cautiously explored around the small enclosure, I soon encountered flesh, hairy flesh. Another naked man was in the bathroom with me. I felt carefully to see if his eyes were also covered and he simultaneously did the same to me. We were both blindfolded and knew we did not dare speak or otherwise communicate except by feeling. I continued my exploration of the small room and soon encountered another man in the same condition as my companion and me, naked and blindfolded. The second man was standing in the bathtub or shower probably in his best effort to keep distance between himself, the other man and me. There were a total of three of us in the small bathroom at present, all naked, sightless, silent and apprehensive.

We withdrew into ourselves, separated only by the narrow distance between each of us but wanting to maintain separation from each other. I stood still and waited, silently for what seemed like perhaps half an hour. . It was much less, of course, but I had no way of knowing I noticed a bead of sweat starting at my chest and gently rolling down and across my belly. I was nervous and I presume so were the others though none of us was brave enough to discuss our situation. Eventually three more men entered the tiny bathroom, each as naked and blindfolded as we were and each as curious. Each time another man entered the room, he did as I had done when I had arrived until he became aware of our common condition at which time the new arrival would resignedly find a narrow private spot of his own and slink within his own sequestered world to await the further instructions of our hosts. In the dark and limited space, each of us simply stood still and waited. It seemed that there was nothing else to do. We could only guess about the conditions under which the women were being kept.

As the other men arrived and were ushered in, the space became so small that we were no longer able to stand completely apart and so, though we tried not to, we stood touching each other, each within our own silent, darkened space. With the arrival of the sixth man, I presumed that all of the "entertainment" was in place, remembering the original advertisement. It turned out that I was correct and we would soon learn more of our fate.

Maybe five minutes after the sixth white male arrived, our ebony female host returned to the bathroom and instructed us to form a single line facing away from the door, with each man having his hand upon the right shoulder of the man in front of him. This is an easy task if one can see and has space to maneuver, but it is somewhat more difficult when performed in cramped quarters, naked, blindfolded and trying to maintain some reasonable distance between yourself and another unclothed male. The resulting commotion and our inability to easily perform the desired function seemed to provide her with some measure of amusement. Several of the men had to climb out of the tub and all of us were cramped in the limited space of the bathroom. Eventually we were able to comply with her command and stood six in a row, each with his hand on the right shoulder of the man in front of him. I wondered if Annie was going through the same type of "fun". I later found out that her experience was identical except for the fact that her "roommates" each had breasts and pussies while mine just had dicks.

The woman then took on the commanding voice of a female drill instructor and told us to perform our best impression of an about face. We quietly complied, reversing our order. Then she told us to remove the hand from the right shoulder of the man in front of us and to, instead, reach that hand behind each of us and between the legs of the man next in line, grabbing and holding that man's scrotum or cock, as the case might be, using the reluctant right hand to accomplish the task. In my mind, I could see the elephants of a Disney movie "tightening up the line" as each of us did as commanded, uncomfortable but resigned to our fates and hoping that they were of a temporary nature. Thus bent in a strange position, each of us readied for our next detail. It was horribly humiliating to be forced by this woman to fondle another man and the blindfold now became a source of comfort to me and probably to the other men as well. That thought was short lived. She now instructed us to remove the eye covering with our free left hand.

"This", she said, "is the manner in which you will travel about together whenever you are required to do so as a group. If any of you lets go of the balls or cock of the man behind you, all of you will suffer an appropriate punishment. Do I make myself clear? You may answer." 

Each of us meekly replied, "Yes, Ma'am." None of us understood what would be an appropriate punishment for letting go the balls or cock of another man and none of us inquired. 

We were then allowed to remove our hands from the private areas of the other men. I noticed immediately that no one was able to look any other man who had been in that bathroom in the eye from that moment forward. We were all too embarrassed at being required to do such an act. Our embarrassment was to be quickly overcome by the next activity.

Her next order came without explanation: "Number one, front and center! Replace your blindfold." The man with the number one written on his shoulder, ass cheek, chest, and thigh was instructed to replace his blindfold over his eyes and was escorted outside the bathroom to a fate again unknown to the rest of us. I don't know about any of the others but I was struggling not to discuss the situations with which we had been presented. Only the fear of bringing down the wrath of our hosts kept me from nervously chattering at this point.

The tall, well-dressed man who had originally met Annie and me at the taxi in the driveway of the party-house, appeared and finally told us what we felt we needed to know, announcing, "Gentlemen, in the absence of Mr. One, you will, I'm sure, enjoy the company of Ms. One." 

At that moment an attractive, blindfolded, naked woman with the number one written in the now familiar places was escorted into the bathroom to suffer at the hands of we five remaining perverted, and by now somewhat horny, white men. 

Our host continued, "Let me introduce Ms. One. She is the better half of Mr. One who was just sent to meet your wives and significant others. You may use Ms. One sexually, but only in the mouth or in the pussy. You are not to violate her anally. You may touch her in any way that you wish. She will be with you for exactly fifteen minutes and in that time, whatever else you do with her, she must be bathed with the bath gel that she has brought with her and all of her body hair below her neck must be cleanly removed. Do I make myself clear? You may answer." 

Each of us happily answered in the affirmative. Not only were we relieved of a male presence, the hosts had presented us with a gift, albeit for a short duration. We now had a toy for the next quarter of an hour and she was blindfolded and wouldn't even know who had heaped whatever disrespect upon her. The Party director left the room and Ms. One to her fate. 

Quickly, our hands were all over Ms. One in a most familiar and disrespectful way. She was pretty, with long dark hair and maybe five feet six inches in height. She had a nice round bottom and decent legs, was just a bit overweight, pleasingly plump, I would have described her, with just a hint of belly and slight love handles. Her breasts were of a medium size and stood proudly from her chest as she waited for us to perform our worst. Brownish areolae, defined tan lines and a moderately heavy pubic bush completed the picture as I recall it now. 

Without delay, she was probed, fondled and otherwise abused by each of us in our due time. We pinched her nipples, making them respond to our entreaties, until she gasped. We noted with glee that she was very wet between her legs. Her distended clitoris and erect nipples gave an indication that the situation was as exciting to her as it was to us. 

About five minutes into our fun with Ms. One, one of the other bad boys reminded the rest of us, silently of course, that we also had duties to perform on this poor woman for which there was an imminent time constraint and for the violation of which we had been told we would suffer if those duties had not been completed when her time with us was ended. Reluctantly we stopped our play and escorted Ms. One into the shower area where we all generously wetted her down with a warm shower spray, helped her lather and rinse her entire torso. 

Shaving apparatus that had also been brought along in a travel bag by Ms. One was employed by each of us and her body hair was sensuously but thoroughly removed. She was already quite smooth except in the pubic area and even that had previously been trimmed into a small triangle of light brown color. When we were done, much to our delight, she looked like a prepubescent teen, what with her naked cleft and mound. We douched her with water and a strawberry solution that had also been provided for and with her. 

When she had been showered and shaved, each of us, in turn, made her suck our cock before we would allow her to leave the shower area. She was bent over the sink and all five of us used her smooth shaven cunt quickly. There wasn't time to enjoy the sexual interlude but we all wanted to feel as much of Ms. One as we could. Each of us, also anticipating that there were probably five more women coming to visit our little domain, made sure to save his orgasm for a later time. There was no use being unable to further perform so early in the day, as pitiful as our performances might be compared to those of our Superiors. 

If nothing else, this part of the day-long adventure surely reinforced the old adage about variety being the spice of life. As our time with Ms. One wound down, we were sure to use a washcloth, soap and water to clean her soaking cunt and pouting, somewhat abused, pussy lips. She sparkled when we were finished with her and we were sure that our efforts would be appreciated by our hosts and their as yet unseen guests. 

Too soon, the Lady Hostess returned to bring Mr. One back to our little room and to make room for the male host to remove our play toy. We had enjoyed her brief stay and looked forward to her replacement. Mr. Two was blindfolded and removed from our presence at the same time that Mr. One returned. We were shocked to notice, somewhat naively we then realized, that his entire body below the neck had been rendered hairless just as had that of his significant other. Like the mythical Sampson, his strength seemed somewhat sapped but, without the ability to discuss what had happened, we were left to our individual imaginations to wonder silently of his mistreatment and the reason for his condition. None of us told Mr. One about our time and activities with his wife, of course, or was she merely a girlfriend. In time, I suspected all of us and all of our significant others would be likewise used and abused by the other whites who had been invited to this party for similar use and abuse by the blacks. 

I have since wondered often about our willingness to take advantage of the other white guests' spouses while simultaneously espousing a protective attitude toward our own significant others. The depth of our depravity on that day had only begun and its infinite possibilities were only potentials as we each awaited our turn as recipients of that abuse.

Ms. Two was then brought into our tiny hospitality suite. She was an interesting contrast to Ms. One. She was a younger woman with a full figure and magnificent, round tits with large areolae of an almost reddish hue. Because she was blindfolded, we again took advantage of the situation and pinched, stimulated and poked her to our hearts' content. We bathed and shaved her removing her more luxuriant black hair from her forearms and pubis. 

Not wanting to miss any such opportunity, we also made her suck our dicks and, like Ms. One, fucked her to the extent that we wished without spoiling our appetites for the courses yet to come. 

It dawned on me, brilliantly then, that the number three came after the number two, genius that I am, and I was suddenly beginning to become a bit nervous about my being given over next to the white women for preparation but I figured that the others had survived so I probably would too. 

As Mr. Two returned, the hostess was ready for me and the blindfold was applied to my reluctant eyes. On our short trip to the ladies' bathroom, I was reminded to do as I was told, to keep quiet and to obey the white women while I was in their company. Last, I was handed a bag that contained, though I couldn't see them, razors, scented bath gel, and a packaged enema for my cleansing. I could feel movement in the hallway in which we were walking but didn't realize until later that Annie and I had passed within a foot or so of each other as we were exchanged for the parties with the numbers two inked onto their bodies.

Like the others, I was pushed unceremoniously into the bathroom and the women took hold of my arms and legs and spread them and told me to stand in that position. An electric shaver was immediately applied to my back, chest, arms, underarms, legs and finally my groin area. The women pinched my nipples just as we had pinched those of the women who had visited us in the men's room, weighed and played with my balls and cock and generally treated me with the same disrespect that we men had employed with the women in our control. I thought about Annie being subjected to a similar ordeal and knew that she would enjoy the attention and the treatment even as she experienced the same apprehensions I was feeling. 

It was an exciting thought, thinking of my Annie being used in that manner, and I was unable to keep my penis from becoming erect or perhaps it was simply the many hands roaming over me in real time that educed that reaction. In any event, the women didn't seem very impressed with my efforts. 

I was placed in the shower and soaped until a good lather was present. Then three or four of the women with razors proceeded to remove the remainder of my body hair. I again became aroused when they shaved my balls and pubic area and the women continually commented about the puniness of my male organ, indicating, without saying it, that I would certainly not make anyone but myself happy with something so small and letting me know that white dicks like mine were the reason we were all here today so that the women could see what getting fucked by a full sized cock was like. As an aside, I need to comment here that I am not small at all; average perhaps, but not small, and have a wonderful mushroom shaped head on my penis. I have pleased many women in my day, but that is for another discourse, I would guess. As it was, I was beginning to doubt myself, despite finding their conversation and their attentions invigorating.

I could feel the red flush rise from my abdomen to my chest and into my face as they continued the disparaging gestures (the reader can imagine the finger to thumb indication they made to each other in reference to my flaccid size), much to my humiliation. I was rinsed and made to lie on the floor. Each of the women took a turn placing her private parts over my face where my tongue and lips could service them as they so obviously desired. I had always convinced myself that no man was better at orally pleasing a woman than I and I did my best to perform in an incomparable manner. Several of the ladies made sure that I tasted not only their pussies but also their anal passages and I was thrilled at the opportunity to be so used though I had the impression that they felt they were taking rude advantage of my compromised situation. I was enjoying myself up until this time. It was truly a sensual experience to be so in the control of these women, exhibited naked as I was, and I was sure that my oral skills were incomparable. 




The Party Ch. 06



After a reasonable and very pleasant time eating pussies and licking bottom holes, I was commanded to rise and bent over the sink. I didn't think that I could do them much good in this position but I was without voice to protest. My feet were kicked apart and I felt a woman grab hold of each of my arms. A gob of lubricant was placed on my bottom hole and I felt the weight of a person leaning against and behind me. Soon there was pressure against my tender and virgin anal opening and I realized, with considerable discomfort, that the woman standing behind me was going to attempt to fuck me with a dildo. 

I was told (the first voice I'd heard in this room) to relax and it would hurt less. I had never been anally abused before and her comment made me very nervous. However, without too much difficulty she easily entered my backside and I felt relieved that I was not hurt by the entry. She entered me for just a few moments and then withdrew the dildo. Almost immediately, she was replaced by another woman with a somewhat larger dildo that entered my anal passage with somewhat more discomfort than the first. I felt distended, experiencing a need akin to that which indicated a need to defecate, but I still remained silent as I had been ordered. This second woman also remained impaled in my backside for only a short period and when she withdrew it was with the comment that I had not been harmed by her "entry". A third woman then repeated the attempt at my anal rape; her apparatus, while not large in comparison to the black penises I had seen earlier, felt that it would tear me in half if I allowed its entry and I cried that I could take no more, violating the vow of silence to which I had been sworn. 

I was quickly placed back into the shower and my backside was summarily washed. Shortly thereafter, as my time was apparently up, I heard the voice of our hostess say that she would take me now and I was returned to the male bathroom. It was now obvious to me that the dildo treatment was what had sapped the previous males' strength for I too felt used and abused to the point of weakness at this point. We were still not in a position to discuss the women's abuse of us but I was sure that each prior male had received the same or similar treatment and that those who followed me would fare no better. 



The Party Ch. 07



Note: This story is the seventh episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.

I was just putting my socks and underwear into my new dresser when I heard my wife's voice. 

"I'm home."

I quickly walked into the living room. Janet was in the dining room. She was setting her purse and car keys on the china cabinet.

When she heard me come in she turned and smiled at me. "Hi baby."

I politely bowed and said, "Hello Mistress Janet, did you have a good shopping trip?"

My wife giggled and walked over to me. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and reached down and gently squeezed my penis and balls. "Slave boy, you're being very well behaved right now. You must be hoping for a little attention after my lover goes home tonight.

I bowed again and said, "Mistress, I'm just trying to be an obedient servant."

Janet patted my cheek. "Robbie this is going to be so much fun." She looked around. "Where's Jerome? I know he's here, his car is parked in the driveway."

"He's in the den reading an Internet story about cuckolding."

"Did the two of you have a talk?"

"Yes we did Mistress."

"Is everything okay Robbie?"

I nodded. "Yes everything is fine."

Janet sighed. "Good, I really want the two of you to get along."

She kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered, "I'm going to go into the den and greet Jerome. I have some packages in my car, fetch them for me. When you come back into the house set them on the dining room table and wait for us in the living room. When we join you I am going to start being very dominant. Are you ready for this pussy boy?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes Mistress Janet, I am."

She giggled. "Good, because right now I'm so excited I could burst.

There were several large shopping bags on the back seat of Janet's convertible. I picked them all up and carried them into the house.

When I walked into the living room I stopped dead in my tracks. Janet and Jerome were already in there. They were locked in a passionate embrace. This may be hard to understand, but seeing another man passionately kissing your wife may actually be more difficult than seeing him fucking her.

After a moment I managed to collect myself. I carried the packages into the dining room and set them the table. Once that task was completed I returned to the living room and stood perfectly still while Jerome kissed and fondled my wife.

Janet finally broke off the kiss and turned to face me. "Oh you're back already. Well, I guess it's time for proper introductions. Jerome Turner this is my pussy wimp husband Robbie, but this afternoon we'll call him peanut. Peanut this is my boyfriend Jerome Turner, but this afternoon you can call him Mr. Turner."

Jerome was now standing behind my wife. His arms were possessively wrapped around her. He was smirking at me as he fondled Janet's large breasts. Mr. Turner had obviously finished his reading.

Janet led Jerome over to the couch. "Come sit down with me baby."

As soon as they were seated she turned to me. "Peanut, get a beer for Mr. Turner and I'd like a martini."

"Yes Mistress Janet, right away." I scurried into the kitchen, got a beer for Jerome, made a martini for Janet and put everything on a tray. Once everything was ready I put the potatoes in the oven. It was just after three, Janet wanted dinner served at 4:30. As soon as the potatoes were in the oven I picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.

Janet and Jerome were kissing when I walked in. Jerome had his hand on my wife's right breast. Janet was massaging Jerome's crotch. I quickly realized that this was a sight I was going to have to get used to seeing.

I set Janet's martini on the coffee table in front of her and placed Jerome's beer glass on the table next to him. I'd just started pouring his beer into the glass when Janet broke off her kiss and looked at me.

There was a devilish glint in her eye and a calculated tone of disdain in her voice as she said, "Oh, you're back." My wife was deliberately trying to give me the impression that she'd forgotten about me. I loved it.

As soon as I finished pouring Jerome's beer Janet picked up her martini and said, "Sweetheart, let's have a toast."

My stomach turned over when I realized that Janet was addressing Jerome rather than me.

Jerome picked up his glass. 

Janet held hers up and said, "To a world in which everyone knows their proper place."

Jerome laughed and said, "I'll drink to that." 

They clinked their glasses together and took a sip of their drinks. I was ignored during the entire toast.

After they set their glasses down Janet turned to me with a look of mock surprise on her face. "Oh you're still here." She giggled and said, "Foolish me, I suppose you're waiting for your next instructions."

I politely bowed. "Yes Mistress."

Janet snuggled up to Jerome and said, "I think it's time for the presents."

Jerome looked at her. "Presents?"

"Yes I bought presents for all of us today."

He laughed. "This is turning into a very interesting afternoon."

Janet giggled. "Baby you have no idea how interesting it's going to be." She turned to me. "Peanut fetch the shopping bags from the dining room table."

I quickly retrieved the packages from the dining room and set them on the coffee table in front of my wife.

"I get to open one of mine first, I may need to put it to use very soon." Janet reached into one of the bags and removed a long narrow box. The words, "Snyder's Tack Store Everything For The Equestrian", were printed across the top of the box.

Janet opened the box and removed a horsewhip. It was the kind of whip Jockeys use to prod their mounts to victory in the back stretch of a race. When I looked at it, I was certain that if used properly it could inflict excruciating pain.

I shuddered as my wife held the whip up and said, "This is just what a dominant needs to insure total obedience from her slave."

Jerome shook his head. "Janet baby, you are so bad."

She kissed his cheek and giggled. "Honey you have no idea how bad I want to be."

She set the whip down. "Let's find a present for you sweetheart."

She dug into the bags, pulled out a square box and handed it to Jerome.

As he took it, he shook his head. "You really did buy presents for everyone."

Janet nodded. "Yes, this is a very special day for me."

Jerome opened his box. My heart sank when he took out a tooth brush, a hair brush, a razor, a can of shaving cream and a bottle of after shave lotion.

My wife smiled at her boyfriend. "You can keep these in my bathroom. It's the master bathroom. You and I will be the only one's allowed to use it. Peanut will only be allowed in when he needs to clean it or when he's bathing me."

Jerome set the box down and kissed my wife. "Baby this is a great present." He laughed. "I hope I get to go through lots of toothpaste in this house.

Janet grinned at him and then turned to me. "Let's see if we can find a present for Peanut. We wouldn't want him to feel left out."

She dug through the bags. "Here's one"

My wife took out a a pink box. I got very nervous when I noticed that the words "Fredericks of Hollywood" were printed on the top. Janet handed me the box. After I took it I didn't move, I just stared at it. I was very apprehensive about what was inside.

Janet noticed my hesitation, picked up her whip and stood up. "Peanut, you really wouldn't want to insult me by not accepting my gift. That would be very poor judgment on your part."

My wife walked out from behind the coffee table and stood next to me ominously tapping the tip of her riding crop in the palm of her hand. "Peanut, open your present and do it now."

I bit my lower lip, obediently opened the box and looked inside. It contained a pair of lacey pink crotch less panties and a white tank top that looked like it was made for a sixteen year old girl. 

I looked at Janet. There was a huge grin on her face. She was planning to completely humiliate me in front of Mr. Turner. "I think that's a very appropriate outfit for a little sissy slave, don't you agree Peanut?"

I just stared at Janet. I was so mortified that I couldn't speak.

"What's the matter Peanut, cat got your tongue?"

I bowed my head. "Please Mistress, don't make me do this."

Janet shook her head. "Peanut you're going to wear your new outfit tonight and you are going to put it on right now. Take your clothes off."

"Please Mist...."

Whap! Janet hit me across the back of my hands with the tip of her whip. The blow stung a little bit, but Janet really didn't hit me very hard.

Jerome started to stand up. "Janet, don't make him do this."

"Jerry stay out of this. He wants this every bit as much as I do. He knows that he always has the choice to say wife and husband. The moment he says it, I'll stop."

Janet turned back to me. "Peanut, strip and do it now. I am losing my patience with you."

Janet was of course correct. The game was humiliation and degradation. My wife was pushing my limits and she was doing it without actually hurting me. I took my shirt off and laid it across a chair. 

When I unbuckled my belt and started taking my pants off Jerome said, "Shit Janet, he's really going to do it."

"Yes he is. Jerry, Peanut is my slave. I can make him do anything I want."

Jerome shook his head. "This is fucking amazing."

I pulled my pants off and laid them across the chair with my shirt. 

As soon as I was done, Janet ran the tip of her whip across my crotch. My little dick was making a tiny tent in the front of my boxer shorts.

She slipped her whip under my penis and lifted it up. "Do you see this Jerry? The little pussy has an erection. He's enjoying every minute of this."

Jerome just kept shaking his head. "Janet I've never even imagined something like this."

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Damn, I have to admit that I really am. This is pretty fucking hot."

"Why don't I give you a little extra encouragement."

Janet turned to me. "Peanut stand perfectly still for a moment."

My wife walked around the coffee table and kneeled on the couch next to her boyfriend. She slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I've ever seen. It must have been at least eight inches and very thick.

Jerome tried to object. "Janet, Robbie is standing right in front of us."

My wife laughed as she started stroking her boyfriend's dick. "Jerry honey, think about all the times we've done it in your house in front of your dog. This is no different. Just think of Robbie as our pet dog."

Janet leaned over. As she put Jerome's cock in her mouth he said, "Damn baby you are wicked."

My wife just giggled while she sucked her lover's cock in front of me.

After a few moments my wife took Jerome's cock out of her mouth and sat up. She turned and looked at me. She still had her right hand wrapped around her boyfriend's erect penis.

"Well Peanut, you've seen Mr. Turner's cock; don't you think it's time you showed him yours?"

I bit my lower lip. My humiliation was now going to begin in earnest. I took a deep breath and slowly pulled my boxer shorts down.

Janet grinned at me. "Say goodbye to those boxer shorts sissy boy. This is the last time you're ever going to be allowed to wear men's underwear. From now on it's strictly panties for you."

Jerome started laughing. "What?"

Janet patted his hand. "Just wait, you'll understand in a minute."

I pushed my boxer shorts down to my ankles and exposed my three and a half inch penis. It was sticking straight out. The fact that I was obviously aroused added to my humiliation.

Mr. Turner whistled and said, "Holy shit! I've never seen one that tiny on a full grown man before."

Janet laughed. "Well he is full grown, but he's really not a man."

"Damn baby, my eight year old nephew's dick is bigger than that."

"Now do you understand why I'm going to make the little sissy wear panties for the rest of his life."

Jerome shook his head. "This really is amazing."

"That's right it is, and you don't even know the worst part yet."

"What do you mean?"

I took a long slow breath. My face was already a deep shade of crimson, but the situation was about to get even worse.

"His pathetic little dick spits the moment I touch it."

"You mean?"

"That's right he not only has a tiny dick, but he also suffers from premature ejaculation."

"Shit, now I understand why you play around like you do."

Janet laughed. "Damn right, I'm sure as hell not going to get any satisfaction at home."

My wife stared at me while she squeezed Jerome's huge erection. "Hey Peanut, look at my boyfriend's big dick and then look at that little worm between your legs. Which one do you think I'd rather play with this evening?"

I stared at the floor and quietly whispered, "Mr. Turner's Mistress Janet."

My wife nodded. "You got that right, now put on your new slave outfit. I want you to model it for my stud."

I pulled the lace panties out of the box. As I stepped into them and pulled them on Janet laughed and said, "Jerry honey, don't you agree that pink is the perfect color for the little sissy."

Jerome shook his head. "Damn baby, you really are wicked."

Janet squeezed his cock. "From the feel of your dick, you're not exactly having a bad time right now either."

Jerome chuckled. "No this is a pretty fucking hot scene." He looked at me. "Hey Peanut what else is in that bag?"

My wife leaned forward on the couch. "Peanut put on the rest of your outfit for Mr. Turner."

I reached into the bag. It felt like my stomach did a full cartwheel when I realized what Janet had purchased to complete my outfit. 

When I pulled it out of the bag Jerome sat up and said, "What the fuck?"

It was a white cotton tank top that looked like it had been designed for a plus sized 12 year old girl. The name, "Tinkerbell" was inscribed across the front in pink sequins. Underneath the name there was a drawing of the famous fairy from "Peter Pan".

As I pulled my new shirt on I was certain that Janet must have laughed herself silly while she was purchasing it for me.

My wife looked at me. After a moment I realized she was inspecting me. Once her visual inspection was complete she wiggled her finger and said, "Peanut come over here."

I walked over to Janet. As soon as I was standing next to her she leaned forward. 

"Peanut I want to fix your little wee wee so it sticks out through the slit in the front of your panties."

Janet slipped her fingers through the hole in the crotch. As she grabbed my little penis she looked up at me. "Peanut, if you cum while I'm doing this I guarantee that you will get a nice long taste of my new whip."

I bit my lower lip and said, "I'll try as hard as I can to control myself Mistress."

Janet fiddled with me for a moment and then she sat back and surveyed her handiwork. After a short inspection she giggled. "Oh that's much better, now we have a constant reminder why you're my slave and Mr. Turner is my stud."

I looked down. My tiny cock and balls were now protruding from the hole in the front of my panties.

I shook my head. This was a truly humiliating outfit.



The Party Ch. 07



Chapter VII--We Meet The Guests And Are Exposed For What We Are

Ladies Four, Five and Six arrived and, while physically disparate in appearance, were given the same routine treatment by their fellow whites as did the men whose numbers corresponded with theirs. I won't bore the reader with the details as they are repetitive, except for the different nuances of numbering, skin color and texture, and physical attributes. We abused each and they abused us as one might expect each would when given the opportunity, motive and access. It was exciting; it was fun; and if one was empathetic, it was embarrassing for those being abused and shaved—exhilarating for those doing the abusing. In the end, we all were treated badly by our own, in anticipation of being treated better by the blacks.

Some two and one-quarter hours, approximately, after the last of the white couples had entered the premises, six hairless, somewhat subdued men were told to line up as we had originally been instructed, with our hands around the man's balls or cock behind us and led away from the tiny bathroom that had become our sanctuary and in which we had abused and played with the white women. We were marched into a living room, no, more of a great room, where we were reunited with our lady friends and wives. 

We men were naked and painfully aware of the exposure while the women were wearing nearly translucent, but somewhat opaque, white diaphanous gowns that were sashed with an obi in the front. The gowns covered the women from head to ankle, demurely, and the ladies' private parts were kept from view by the protective gowns; they looked, to me, like angels ready for choir practice much more than they looked like they were ready to be given as sacrificial entertainment for the pleasure of a number of Black Masters and Mistresses. 

Each of the women was seated on an apparatus that I will call a chair but which, we soon learned, was really much more and, at the same time, much less, than a mere chair. The six devices were painted a lacquered black and had no seats per se. Each had a straight back with two horizontal surfaces wide enough for the ladies' thighs to rest upon. Each horizontal surface began at the woman's bottom and ended approximately at the knee where a vertical surface was connected that reached nearly to the floor. I noticed that an "O ring" was available at the top, the knee and the ankle of each "chair". 

As each woman had sat on the chair, the horizontal leg surfaces rather than a seat under her buttocks supported her weight. I noted with approval that the horizontal surfaces could be spread and secured in that position and the ladies' legs with them if the Dominants so desired. Once spread and locked in that very open station, there would be nothing that would impede access to the area between each woman's legs. The chairs could be raised and/or lowered by use of an apparatus not unlike a barber's chair pedal. The chairs were quite ingenious and also appeared quite functional if one's goal was unfettered access to the subject sitting on the apparatus. 

The seats on which the six white women sat were arranged to form a sort of semi-circle with the women facing out, their backs to the middle of the room and ample space on every side, front and back, to provide access to anyone who wanted it. Their ankles and knees were shackled to the legs of the chairs and were tightly closed at the moment, but their hands were allowed to remain free to move about as the women wished.

Despite the familiarity with which each of us men had treated the women, the fact that each tried to, and was abundantly assisted in being able to, sit with her knees as tightly pressed together as possible, in the manner that every mother had taught her daughter, was evident and each would have been the picture of prim and proper femininity if we did not know that their ultimate purpose was to be the object of the sexual attentions of five Black couples for the remainder of the visit. 

Our significant others seemed somewhat amused by the fact that we were naked and tried to let us know by their smiles but, thankfully, they were not in a position to speak to us or otherwise let us share their thoughts. Their grins, however, spoke as loudly as any boisterous statement and each of the white men was forced to acknowledge that the women's modesty was enviable for the time being. Annie winked at me to let me know that all was well with her and that she appreciated the privacy of her somewhat elegant wrap, for now. I, for one, was also relieved that they were ordered to be silent for I was not in no mood for what I suspected would be their demeaning comments about our uncovered condition. At any rate, my imagination was racing with fantasies of the upcoming evening.

We nude men were ushered into the kitchen by our hostess and each was assigned a particular job to perform. One was to be a bartender, two were made food waiters, another was ordered to perform as a food assembler, and the last two of us, including me, were to act as drink servers. 

The food menu consisted of finger sandwiches, canapés and the like, modest but appetizing and I was getting hungry, not having eaten since I arrived; the drink options were endless. 

Upon reentering the living room, I was instructed in my duties as a drink server by the Master host. In essence it was simple, I was to take a drink order from any of the hosts' guests, relay it to the bartender and, the drink having been made, deliver the drink to the requesting party; I thought that I could handle such a simple task, even nude and being distracted by the presence of our women and the soon-to-be arriving guests.

The guests began to arrive shortly after we were instructed about how to perform our domestic duties. I speculated about the approximate time of their arrival but I could not be sure how late it was. I began to take drink orders immediately and, other than being embarrassed by my nudity in comparison to their elegant dress, I found the interactions with the guests to be without uncomfortable incident. They seemed to be much more interested in getting to know and explore the white women.

When all of the guests had arrived, four couples in all, the guests and our hosts began to show an even more intimate interest in the semi-circle of angelic white women sitting demurely in the great room. After their initial drink order had been filled, each couple would take its time appraising each of the women, in turn, walking slowly around the semi-circle of chairs and each woman, discussing among themselves their impressions of the entertainment, without apparent consideration for the presence or discretion of each woman. 

Periodically, I noticed that a man or woman would reach a hand out and caress a white woman's hair or cheek, inspect a mouth or lips, weigh and squeeze a breast or look over the area between the legs of a particular woman. As the examination continued, the lower parts of the chairs were locked in more and more open positions. The function was often accomplished with a stern command of "Spread your legs, bitch," or words to that effect, if the woman who was being studied were not quick to do so, and I saw that each of the white women ultimately complied without hesitation. Once opened, the legs, which were still appended to the chairs' at the knees and ankles, were never allowed to be closed again and remained akimbo, much to the delight of the nude male waiters and guests alike. The women were slowly being stripped, revealed and opened to the inspections of the guests. 

There were many other comments made during these inspections, such as, "these tits are pretty", "look at the size or color of these nipples" or "feel how wet the pussy is on this whore and we haven't even started using it yet". 

The black women seemed intrigued by the variations in the colors of the areolae of the whites and often commented on the various shade of pink, brown and red. The diaphanous white gowns that had protected our women from prying eyes and overexposure became more and more in disarray. Sashes were pulled open to inspect bare skin and were not reclosed, legs were pulled apart and knees were not allowed to retouch until the women were basically nude and spread from the waist down, available to be seen, groped and used by our hosts and their guests. 

I noted with glee that the pompous white girls, who had thought our nudity was so amusing, were now sitting with legs permanently ranged and breasts exposed to the view of these guests, our hosts and us men. There was no privacy, now, for any of them or us, and it was an exciting sight to see the women so humiliated when only a short time before they had reveled in our nudity and humiliation. 

I was beginning to enjoy the thought that these women were going to get exactly what they deserved and that I would be happy to observe their use and objectification, even that of my Annie.

Our host and hostess, after a brief time, asked the assistance of the guests in removing the disheveled, white robes from the females. Without delay, each robe was summarily removed as our women were commanded to lift their pert bottoms in order to allow their being totally disrobed. Their white mantles having been removed, the now naked white women's hands were also shackled to the sides of the chairs, their legs and ankles rewrapped at the eye bolts so that no appreciable movement of the legs could be accomplished. The white women were now totally vulnerable to the black partygoers, as we men had been for some time and, perhaps, even more so.

In the midst of the appraisals, probably about a fifteen minutes after the guests had arrived, a particularly pretty, thin, light skinned black woman approached me and ordered me to bring her a glass of red wine, merlot, as I recall. I quickly complied and, when I returned, she asked me which of the white whores belonged to me. Though it seemed rather obvious to me since both she and I had the numbers "three" written all over our pallid skin, I pointed out Annie. 

She left for a moment and brought back her gentleman companion. She identified Annie. "This is his slut", she informed him without regard to my hearing her tell him. 

"Why don't you give her a little taste of what she has coming, while I take him upstairs and make him eat my pussy? The white whores rated him the best at eating pussy, so I want to use him before he is worn out by this group of insatiable ebony beauties." 

I was shocked to learn for the first time by that statement, that, apparently, the white women had been required to compile their thoughts about each white man by rating our abilities to orally satisfy their wishes and needs. We learned later that they had also rated the size of our cocks and our capacity for anal abuse. Much to my ultimate chagrin, I seemingly didn't win any major accolades in the cock department and my anal capacity, thankfully, never became a matter that needed to be discussed that day. I gathered that these ratings were all intended to be part of the humiliation for us and the entertainment for our hosts and the other black "guests". 

About the time of this diversion, the host and hostess also directed the guests' attentions to their nicely appointed television sets to watch, variously, a video of the white women abusing the white men in the ladies' lounge and the white men, on another set, taking advantage of the white women with abandon and delight. None of us had been aware that the activities were being filmed and each of us seemed appropriately ashamed of his or her actions that we thought were being performed in utter secrecy, especially away from the knowing eyes of our significant others. The guests seemed visibly entertained by seeing our mistreatment at the hands of our own ilk and often provided commentary to show their delight in our misdeeds toward each other.

While the movies ran downstairs, I was led to a bedroom on the second floor of the now familiar home and the black woman ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a wraparound skirt, which she quickly removed, and no panties. When she was comfortable, she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and commanded me to make her understand "why the white whores had rated my mouth as the most satisfying among the white men". 

I happily bent to the task and soon had her hot and wet. I began at the bottom of the small area between her anus and her vagina and licked in small circles, slowly making my way upward until I reached the distended button of her clitoris. I continued to lick slowly as I sucked gently on her tender, but obviously distended, pleasure button as she let me know by her gyrations and moans that she was enjoying my efforts. I made sure to tease both her outer and inner labia, making sure that no part of this most intimate area went without proper attention. I knew that she expected me to give my most attentive effort and I didn't want to disappoint her. 

As I bent to my duties, I marveled at the variations in color in her most private area, the exterior of her labia majora were of the blackest and silkiest skin I had ever seen. As I licked my way inward, her hidden, inner lips revealed an almost reddish hue, slick with her lubricating fluids and smooth surfaces slippery to both my touch and my tongue. I loved the taste and the bouquet of her black girl parts and I found myself entranced by the effects of my labors and the copious fluids that ensued between the legs of this magnificent specimen of black womankind.

As my licking, flicking and sucking continued, she instructed me to insert a finger into her vagina. I did so and found, to my delight, that her pussy was continuing to reward me with a wet, slick slipperiness that told me what and where she wanted my sustained devotions. She came, noisily, again and again as I continued to lick, flick and suck her steamy slit and clit. With each succeeding orgasm, she became more boisterous, screaming her satisfaction in the end, much to my delight. 

I was lost in the enjoyment of pleasing this woman in such a satisfying manner and I felt I could have gone on for hours providing such intimate supplication. Just as I was thinking that she would never tire of the treatment, suddenly she said, "Stop" and our tryst abruptly ended. 

She had used me as she wanted and was through with me. There were no thanks given and no commendation expressed. She simply replaced her skirt and I followed her back to the party room without further conversation. She made not so much as a comment about my oral abilities to her boyfriend or any of the other women. 

I learned later that her significant other had made himself quite familiar with Annie in our absence but that part of the story will be told elsewhere and by others. 

After my first trip upstairs, two additional of the ebony guest ladies took their turns making me eat their pussies as the party grew into full progression. As the first black female had done, each of the latter two also commanded that I lick around their back entrances as well pleasure their pussies and I did as I was commanded to their apparent satisfaction until each of them also simply stopped my attentions and commanded me to return to my wait-staff duties. 

I was enjoying giving the oral attentions and it appeared that each of them, too, was having a good time but when they were done with me, they simply stopped accepting my adoration and that was that. Not once did I hear any word of gratefulness or receive applause for my efforts. Likewise, I saw no appreciation for the labors of any other of the white men. It seemed odd to me at the time and quite distant but, as I have reminisced, it now also seems that it had been most appropriate. We whites were, after all, entertainment and not people or lovers in the eyes of those whom we had tried so hard to please. 

I have often wondered, in retrospect, how I and the others had performed in comparison to like-kind activities the women were used to from their own men but, alas, I will never know and those answers, like so many from the party, remain unrequited in my speculative mind.

Others of the white men were also taken from the central site of the party at various times by black guests, both male and female to be used to satisfy whatever the black Master's or Mistress's preferential desire, I could only presume. I never learned to what abuses they were exposed, as we were never relieved of our oath of silence or allowed to recap the party among ourselves, but I'm sure that they were as thoroughly engaged by the various guests as I had been. 

All in all, I wished that I could have been the proverbial fly on the wall in each of the upstairs bedrooms as the party progressed. The variety and intensity of the sexual sessions was certainly something I would have enjoyed viewing and/or hearing, voyeur and pervert that I am.

Because our women were shackled to their chairs, their mouths and fingers were unavailable to be used by the blacks in the same manner as those of their white male counterparts, but I had the distinct impression that, by the way some of the Black women touched and explored the white feminine bodies, the female entertainers would also have been made to orally satisfy the Black women just as readily as we men had if they had been more easily accessible. At any rate, the women had certainly not been ignored as the inspections and various trysts between the black women and the white men had been accomplished and I could see as I viewed each of them in their exposed state that their genitalia and other girl parts had been made ready for the next phase of the party, a stage which inevitably seemed that it would culminate in their further sexual abuse. Each of the white women was flushed from cheek to bared tummy and their reddened, distended, pudenda were wet and slick with their secretions, ready for the next phase.

The guests had been at the party for something approaching an hour when the host ordered each of the white men to kneel between the legs of his female companion facing away from her. 

The chairs upon which the white girls were seated were rolled forward and rearranged in a single line, all much closer to each other and approximately centered in the great expanse of the room in which they were stationed; the televisions were turned off and the Black women were comfortably seated perhaps eight or ten feet from and facing the settled, obscenely spread and exposed white women. Each of the Black men removed his trousers, seeming very comfortable with their nudity in front of us and both the white and the black women. Our host articulated the rules of the next phase of the party to all of us assembled. 

Speaking directly to us white men, he said matter of factly, "Each of your whores is going to be fucked by each of my guests. It will probably be the first time that they have been properly sexually taken care of in their entire lives. While my friends are seeing to your women, you will be sure that your whore's pussy is clean and usably wet before and after each fuck and that each of my guests' cocks are properly stimulated prior to each entry and cleaned after each withdrawal." 

"You will be our 'fluffers', as the term is generally used in swinging circles, a job usually reserved for white women in our normal group activities; but you will just have to do since your women are going to serve a different function for the next little bit. Whichever of you whose whore is not currently being used will be sure that all of my guests' drinks are full and that my guests are otherwise comfortable. If any of you does not understand, please let me know now because I don't want to have to give any instructions once the pleasuring of my guests begins."





The Party Ch. 07



Of course, none of us white men was silly or stupid enough to admit that we didn't understand. 

Turning his back to us and speaking directly to his black male guests, the host continued, "Gentlemen, you may begin the party games."



The Party Ch. 08



Note: This story is the eighth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.



My wife leaned over and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek. "Are you ready for your next present?"

He smiled at Janet. "I have another one?"

"Oh yes, I have a second present for my wimp husband, so I certainly had to have another one for my boyfriend."

My wife turned to me, snapped her fingers and pointed at one of the bags. "Peanut fetch the big box from that bag."

I pulled out a large box from one of our local department stores and handed it to Janet.

She passed it to her boyfriend. "Here you are baby. I think you'll like it."

Jerome opened the box and pulled out a plush white terry cloth bathrobe. 

As he held it up Janet said, "Won't that be nice to wear when we're done fucking."

He smiled at my wife. "Thanks baby, this is a very nice present."

Janet leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you like it." She giggled, "It comes with a special surprise."

"Really? What's that?"

"This." My wife slid her face down to Jerome's lap, put his cock back in her mouth and started sucking him again.

He sighed, lay back on the couch and closed his eyes. There was a huge grin on his face.

The initial pangs of jealousy and envy that I felt when I first saw Janet sucking Jerome's cock had now evolved into tingling ripples of erotic excitement. My masochistic desires were quickly overwhelming me. Being forced to watch my wife's brazen adultery while I was dressed in nothing but a pair of pink lace panties was turning into the most stimulating sexual scenario I'd ever experienced. Without realizing it my right hand found it's way to my crotch and I unwittingly started massaging my cock and balls.

Suddenly Jerome opened his eyes and looked right at me. We both realized what I was doing at the exact same moment. I tried to pull my hand away from my crotch; but it was too late, I'd been caught.

Jerome tapped my wife's shoulder and said, "The little wimp is watching us and jerking off."

Janet stopped sucking her lover's dick, sat up and slowly turned. When she was facing me she stared into my eyes and said, "Slave, I thought you understood the rules. You're not allowed to touch yourself without my permission."

I started to get very nervous.

Janet continued to stare at me. "Was Mr. Turner correct? Were you jerking off?"

"I wasn't really Jerking off Mistress."

"Are you calling Mr. Turner a liar?"

"No Mistress, I would never call Mr. Turner a liar."

"Then you must have been jerking off."

"Mistress Janet, I was just rubbing myself."

"Isn't that jerking off?"

"Yes Mistress, I guess it is."

"Then you were breaking the rules weren't you slave."

"Yes Mistress Janet, I was."

Janet sighed and stood up. "Slave you leave me no choice, I'm going to have to punish you."

She picked up her horsewhip and pointed to the chair next to the couch. "Pull your panties down and lie across the arm of that chair."

I obediently did as I was told. Lying across the arm of a chair with a pair of pink panties around my knees while I waited to be whipped was embarrassing. Doing it in front of another man, was maybe the most humiliating experience of my life.

I looked up at my wife. She was licking her lips. There was a glint in her eyes that told me she was already in a state of unparalleled excitement. 

"Are you really going to whip him just because he was touching his cock?"

"I most certainly am. He understands the rules very well."

"And he's just going to submit to it?"

"I'm not holding him down right now, am I."

"No, you're not."

"Robbie knows he broke the rules and he understands the consequences, don't you Robbie?"

This was the first time in my life that someone was going to hit me with a whip. I was both terrified and excited. It took all of my strength to pull myself together enough to answer. "Yes Mistress Janet, I do know the rules and I understand that I was wrong. It is both your right and your obligation to punish me."

Janet turned to Jerome. "See."

Jerome stood up. His pants were still unzipped. His huge erection protruded from the front of his open trousers. 

He walked over to my Mistress, put his arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. While they kissed Janet wrapped her hand around her boyfriend's huge dick and slowly stroked him.

I marveled at Jerome's self control. I would have ejaculated immediately in that situation.

After a moment Janet broke off the kiss and turned to me. Her lipstick was smeared, her face was flushed. My wife was aroused.

She took a deep breath, pulled the whip back and said, "Slave boy this is for your own good."

Whap! I winced from the pain as she hit me hard across my bare buttocks. Janet immediately pulled her whip back again. I braced myself. She brought it down hard and fast. Whap! The little fold of leather at the tip of the riding crop stung me as it snapped against my exposed rear.

My wife walked a slow circle around me. She was playing with me now. As soon as she was behind me again, she forced my legs apart with her bare toes. Suddenly I felt something tickling my testicles. Janet was caressing my balls with the soft leather tip of her whip.

"Does that feel good slave boy?"

"Yes Mistress Janet, it feels very good"

Whap! Whap! My wife struck me twice and then started caressing the underside of my tiny penis with the tip of her whip.

"Slaveboy, isn't it interesting how something that can cause so much pleasure can also cause so much pain." 

Janet drew her whip back again. "Whap! Whap! Whap"

She hit me very hard on the third stroke. I screamed from the pain.

My wife took a deep breath. "I think it's even more interesting that something that's so painful for you is so pleasurable for me."

Janet drew her whip back again. I cringed as I waited for the next blow. Whap! Whap! Janet hit me twice. I started crying. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself.

My wife turned to her lover. "Look Jerry, those are tears running down his cheeks. Do you think the little wimp has learned his lesson?"

Jerome laughed. "I don't know. Why don't you ask him."

I was a little surprised by Mr. Turner's response. I thought he might have a hard time with this, but he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as Janet.

My wife smiled at her lover. "What a good idea."

She leaned over so that her lips were right next to my ear. "What do you think Peanut. Have you learned your lesson? Do you think you can control your urges and not jerk off while you're watching me suck my boyfriend's cock?"

"Please Mistress. I beg you not to whip me again. I promise I'll be good."

"I think I would like a little demonstration of your devotion."

"Anything Mistress, I'll do anything." 

Janet stood and backed up to her lover. She snuggled up to his massive body and wrapped her hand around his erect penis. Jerome put his arms around my wife and started fondling her large breasts.

"Wimp boy, crawl over here and kiss my feet."

I stood up. My ass was very sore. When I started to pull my panties up Janet raised her hand and stopped me.

"No leave them where they are." She snickered, "You look much cuter with your panties around your knees." She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Now get down on your knees and crawl over here."

I obediently got on all fours and crawled over to my wife like a dog. When I reached her I obediently kneeled at her feet. 

Janet slipped her right foot out of her sandal and held it up to my face. "Kiss it slave boy. Kiss my foot and show my man and me that you're willing to submit to our every whim."

While I was kissing my wife's foot, Jerome slipped Janet's large breasts out of the cups of her brassiere and started fondling her nipples. At the same time Janet began stroking her boyfriends huge erection.

"Now be a good slaveboy and lick my toes."

I closed my eyes and obediently cleaned each of my wife's toes with my tongue. When I finished her right foot, Janet slipped her left foot out of her sandal and pushed it into my face.

"Now this foot slave boy. Lick these toes nice and clean. Show my boyfriend what a well behaved little boy you are." 

I held Janet's foot in my hands. As I licked each of her toes I looked up at my wife and her lover. Jerome was rolling Janet's nipples between his fingers. At the same time, Janet was stroking Jerome's cock. The air was charged with sexual electricity. All three of us were wildly excited. 

Suddenly Janet pulled her foot away from my face. I looked up at her. She was grinning at me. 

I wondered what was coming next.

My wife started undressing.

While my wife was undressing, Jerome took his sport coat and tee shirt off and tossed them onto the chair next to the couch.

As soon as Janet was naked she dropped to her knees, and started sucking her boyfriends cock.

For a few moments both of them totally ignored me. As I watched my wife give her boyfriend another blow job I was struck by how much Janet was enjoying herself. It was obvious to me that my wife loved sucking Jerome's huge penis. Pangs of envy shot through me when I realized that she never looked like that while she was sucking my tiny toy.

As I watched Janet I suddenly understood that no matter how our dominant cuckold sex game might finally resolve itself, I could never demand that she stop seeing other men. I loved Janet, I could never deny her the pleasure that she was currently getting from sucking Jerome's erection.

Finally Janet took Jerome's cock out of her mouth and turned towards me. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Peanut, you made a promise to my boyfriend this morning. I think it's time you made good on it."

I stared at my wife. I was puzzled. I wasn't sure what she was talking about.

"Peanut, don't you remember? You promised him that you'd lick my asshole while I sucked his cock."

Jerome's face lit up. "Oh Yeah, I gotta see this." He laughed. "I've heard of people who are ass kissers, but I've never actually seen one in action."

Janet looked up at him. "Baby he's going to do more than kiss my ass, he's going to lick my asshole."

"Damn!"

This little interchange was both incredibly humiliating and unforgettably exciting for me.

My wife reached back and gently spanked her ass. "Come on Peanut, it's time to show Mr. Turner what a good little ass licker you are."

Janet went back to sucking Jerome's cock. I crawled over to her. Once I was positioned behind her I carefully spread the cheeks of her gorgeous ass and gently planted a soft kiss on her asshole.

"Damn Janet, he's really doing it."

She giggled "Yes he is." My wife's words were garbled because she hadn't bothered to take Jerome's cock out of her mouth.

For me, kissing my wife's ass is one of the most sexually thrilling things I can do; so needless to say, I was very aroused. I took a deep breath and pushed my tongue into Janet's anus. She squealed with pleasure when she felt my tongue enter her.

"Oh baby that feels so nice."

Jerome leaned over and looked at me. "He really has his tongue in there doesn't he?"

My wife nodded. "Oh yes, he most certainly does and it feels wonderful."

Jerome laughed. "I'll bet it does."

Janet looked up at her boyfriend. "Would you like to try it? Peanut is my slave, I can easily order him to lick your asshole to ."

I looked up in horror. Jerome had a similar expression on his face. Suddenly we both yelled, "Wife and Husband!" in unison.

As soon as we realized what had happened all three of us started laughing.

Janet shook her head and said, "I guess I'll take that as a big no."

Janet pulled me up on my feet. "I guess this is a good time to take a break. Baby did I hurt you when I was whipping you?" 

She turned me around so she could inspect my rear end. "Oh sweetheart, you're bottom is all red. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

She turned to Jerome. "Jerry honey there's some salve in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. Be a dear and get it for me."

Jerome stood up. "I'll be right back." He disappeared into Janet's bedroom. 

As soon as he was gone my wife pulled me down on the couch and put her arms around me. "Baby I'm sorry I was so rough on you. I think I got a little too excited." She rubbed my cheek with the tips of her fingers. "Robbie honey, are you doing okay?"

I smiled at her. "Janet I'm doing great. I'm having a wonderful time. You did hurt me when you whipped me, but I also got so excited that I almost came while you were doing it."

Janet giggled. "So did I."

"But the whipping wasn't what hurt me the most."

"Really, what hurt you the most?"

"When You called Mr. Turner sweetheart."

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. That's just me. I call lot's of people sweetheart, but baby you're my only real sweetheart."

I nodded, "I know, but I'm not telling this so you'll stop doing it. It hurt, but it was also very exciting."

Janet grinned at me. "Really? Do you want me to do it some more?"

I nodded, "Yes, very much."

My wife started to giggle. "Oh that's so hot." She looked at me. "What else did you like?"

"I know I learned something."

"What was that?"

"I now know that I don't ever want you to stop seeing other men."

Janet gasped when she heard what I said. "Robbie you know that makes me very happy; but I'm curious, what made you come to that conclusion?"

I saw your eyes while you were sucking Jerome's cock. I don't think I've ever seen you that happy. It's obvious to me that you love sucking big cocks. I love you, I don't think I could ever be happy if I knew I was denying you that pleasure."

Janet took a deep breath. "Robbie you're right, I do love sucking a big cocks. I always have." She smiled at me. "But I also love sucking your little penis."

I smiled at her. "It's nice of you to say that, but I saw the look in your eyes when you were giving Jerome his blow job. You never look like that when you're sucking my tiny cock." 

My wife started to say something. I stopped her. "Janet, it's okay. I don't mind. I know you love me. I also know this is a pleasure I can't give you. I wish I could, but I can't. So I fully understand that you're going to have to satisfy that desire with other men." 

I winked at her. "Fortunately I happen to be a submissive, cuckold, masochistic wimp. I just happen to get excited when you're partying with other guys."

Janet started laughing, "Robbie I love you so much." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. It turned into a long passionate kiss.

Suddenly I heard Jerome's voice behind me. "Do you two want me to go home?"

We broke apart. Janet started to say something but I put my arm on her wrist and stopped her. "Let me answer him."

I looked at Jerome. "No Mr. Turner, absolutely not. I'd like you to stay as long as you can this afternoon and I want my wife to know that as far as I'm concerned, she can invite you to this house anytime she wants."

I took a deep breath. "Mr. Turner, you give my wife something I'm incapable of giving her and I want her to have that. I also like you." I laughed, "I also happen to be a submissive masochist and I'm having a wonderful time this afternoon."

He smiled at me. "Robbie, when I first got here this afternoon, I told you how your wife loved to talk about you when were together. Now I understand why. You are an incredibly nice man. I like you to. I hope we can become good friends. Thank you for inviting me to stay this afternoon and thank you for making me feel welcome in your house."

Jerome turned to Janet and tossed a tube of salve to her. "Is this what you wanted?

My wife caught it and said, "Thanks Jerry."

Janet turned to me and said, "Robbie honey, lie across my lap."

As soon as I was in position Janet squeezed some of the salve onto my burning ass and started rubbing it in. It felt good. 

When she was done she lifted me up and said, "Does that feel better baby?"

"I smiled. "Yes it does."

"Stand up sweetheart."

I stood up. Janet pulled my panties up and once again fixed my penis and balls so that they were sticking out of the slit in the crotch. 

After she was done she smiled and said, "There that looks much better." 

Janet patted the spots on the couch on each side of her. Jerome and I both sat down. As soon as we were seated, my wife grinned. "I'm such a lucky girl, I'm now sitting in between my two favorite men." 

Jerome looked at Janet and me and said, "Well what's next?"

Janet shrugged. "Do you guys want to have a mini gangbang? You could take turns fucking me."

I put up my hand. "Hold on, what are we doing here? I thought we had a plan for the afternoon." I looked at Janet and Jerome. "I thought you two were enjoying dominating me."

Janet grabbed my hand. "Robbie I was having a wonderful time, but I think were saying that we both like you and..."

"I like you guys to, but we were playing a fun game. Remember your toast? "To a world in which everyone knows their place."

Jerome leaned forward. "Robbie that was the hottest sex scene I've ever been part of, but I think what Janet is trying to say is that we both like you and we think you've maybe had enough."

I grinned at them. "I may have been having even more fun than you two. I would love to keep playing. We had a plan for this afternoon. I think we should play it out. I'm going to be your slave and serve you dinner while the two of you abuse me without mercy. After dinner the two of you are going to go into Janet's bedroom and fuck while I clean the kitchen."

Janet squeezed my hand. "Baby I need to know one thing."

"What's that?"

"Are you going to get dinner?"

I smiled at my wife. "Yes Janet, I am. I bought a nice sirloin for myself. I'm going to eat in the kitchen while the two of you are eating at the dining room table."

"Would you like to eat with us?"

"Nope, slaves don't eat with their superiors."

Janet giggled. "Okay, you win. How do we get back into the game."

"Are the two of you ready to start again?'

They both nodded their heads.

"Okay I'm going to count. When I get to three, Janet you're going to slap me hard across the face and order me to get back on my knees."

My wife smiled and said, "All right."

"one, two, three"

Slap! "Pussy boy what the fuck are you doing on the couch. Get back on your knees where you belong."

Sometimes when three people are trying to invent a brand new game it can be difficult to figure out how the rules should work. 



The Party Ch. 08



At the direction of the host, each of us white males made his way to kneel in front of the woman he had brought to the party facing away from her naked form. As I walked down the line of stark-naked, splayed and open white women, I made sure to leer, at least quickly, at their opened thighs and to appreciate the beauty we had brought to sacrifice at the altar of black sexual superiority. The women seemed to anticipate all that was about to happen to them and the resultant erect nipples and obviously lubricated gashes that stared back at me made me aware of just how much these women wanted to experience both the humiliation of their current positions but also the magnificent black cocks that surely awaited each of them in the next brief spate of time. They knew no more than I about the rules of the games that the host had just called to order but it was easy to anticipate that their opened legs and gaping pussies were about to experience that which the party was ultimately assembled to accomplish.

At the commencement of the games, each male guest lined up in front of one of us white men and the same numbered woman behind us and ordered that man to be sure that his whore's cunt was wet and ready for the black's imminent entry. 

Understanding that to be an instruction for us to orally stimulate our woman in order to facilitate easy accommodation, each of us turned and orally ministered to his lady's open vulva until each pussy was sufficiently wet, lubricated and ready. I licked around Annie's outer lips, ran my tongue in a circular motion over and over from the opening at the bottom of her slit to the protruding button that I knew was the seat of her sexual pleasure, continuing until I was visibly assured of the slippery wetness of her distended vaginal opening that glistened with its own lubrication and moisture in a manner I had never seen between Annie's legs prior to this moment. When I was convinced that Annie was ready to accommodate the black cock behind me, I reversed my stance and indicated by nodding that I felt Annie was properly prepared. 

As that task was completed for each of the white innocents, each similarly numbered white boy returned to his kneeling position facing the black man in front of him.

The man in front of me, using words to this effect, ordered, "Take my cock into your mouth and throat; massage it until it is rock hard and ready to pleasure your woman; do it right so that she can have the most pleasure possible from a cock so dramatically superior to your own! You do want her to have the best fuck ever, don't you?" 

He continued, "When you're done sucking, boy, take my cock and put it right next to your whore's cunt opening so I don't have to work too hard to get it inside her."

I sucked the magnificent cock before me to perfect rigidity, marveling at the swollen thickness of the shaft and thinking that he had one vein in that blackness that looked, but surely wasn't, bigger than my white penis. As I watched in my periphery the height of the device on which my Annie sat (as the reader's barber might adjust your height before a haircut) was adjusted upward so that the height of her vaginal opening perfectly met the height of the cock about to test her tightness, all of which was done for the comfort of the black man and none of it to accommodate my Annie. As some of the black men were taller than others, the height of each chair was likewise adjusted by use of the electric foot pedal located at its base so that the elevation of each white pussy was perfect for the entry of each black cock. Thus adjusted, each of the invaders was able to stand comfortably erect so that his well-muscled legs were not overtaxed by his coming efforts and each would have maximum thrusting power to use our women in what I anticipated would be the most violent manner. 

While we readied the black cocks for our women and the seats were being adjusted, their ebony female counterparts were acting like cheerleaders for their men, encouraging each of their randy escorts to bang away at the gaping white pussies spread before them with impunity. 

Calls such as "Fuck her good, baby!" and "Show the white bitches and their half-dicked boys why they're here!" were common. 

There was so much going on that it was hard to concentrate on each individually shouted message but most were of the same or similar ilk. 

As I patiently awaited the imminent invasion, I was able to glance briefly back at my lovely wife. I was astonished by the look of serene excitement and obvious anticipation on Annie's countenance. She did not seem embarrassed by the fact that her legs were secured apart at an angle closely approximating one hundred forty degrees, or that she was immodestly exposed to the black women and easily accessible to the black men. It was evident that all of the guests, the entertainment and hosts were enjoying the sights and sounds of these preparations enormously.

I took the beautiful ebony organ on which I had been sucking and placed it against the opening to my Annie's vagina. The immediately noticeable contrasts of the skin coloring between my pale-skinned wife's most private area and that of the blackness of the cock about to enter her were fascinating to me and oh-so beautiful in their own way. I could understand why, along with the "forbidden fruit" aspect of interracial sex, created much to our ultimate dismay by generations past of my white male predecessors, so many Caucasian women appeared ready to experience the joinder of their sexual parts to those of the black male population. 

And so it would now be with my Annie and this unknown black aggressor, who pushed the swollen head of his sexual weapon slowly inside her waiting and eager opening with a patience that belied the encouragement of the ebony women behind him. As I watched, rapt, his glans disappeared inside my wife and then was brought back to my view, coated with a white film and slippery wetness that told me Annie was ready for whatever was to come from this beautiful example of African masculinity. He pushed himself into her again and more of him disappeared within her warmth and then he slowly withdrew, repeating this pistoning motion a few times and entering a bit more of his sex with each stroke. The tightness of Annie's opening was clear as the labia minora tightly squeezed and clung to the swollen cock-shaft on each out-stroke; on many of the in-strokes, his renewed pressure was often accompanied by a gasp or shudder of my wife's obvious acceptance until I noted with pride that his balls rested firmly against Annie's alabaster bottom. The genius of the apparatus supporting Annie's legs was now patently apparent as all of the witnesses and I were able to observe the entire assault clearly despite the fact that the black man was firmly ensconced between my wife's legs and tightly against her womanly parts. 

To my surprise, after only a minute or so of fucking Annie and the other whites, the Lady host asked the black men to withdraw from the woman inside whom they were now positioned, to make their cocks available to be cleaned by the man whose woman had just been sampled and then to move on to the next whore. 

I bent to the task of again sucking and licking the massive black organ clean and was acutely aware of the combination of his and my Annie's juices on his cock, yet no one had yet reached an orgasm to my knowledge. The abruptness of the withdrawal astonished me and I wondered the reason for such a brief liaison. I thought that I had understood the game in its simplicity but I was apparently wrong. I confirmed that Annie had not received a load of sperm as I bent to my task of also licking her pussy clean. I knew instinctively that I would have tasted the salty semen had her black Lover injected a load of cum inside her; he had not. 

After a brief but thorough cleaning, each of the black men, seemingly gladly, moved to the next station with the apparent objective of invading another white mouth and another tight white slit. As the game continued, each white man was reminded to clean his significant other's vaginal area after each encounter. Each of us willingly gave his best effort to the renewed oral task. I noticed that Annie's clit was now obscenely swollen and that her distended pussy lips remained parted after her second black lover of the day's cock was removed. Her lips reminded me of a beautiful flower after a cleansing and refreshing rain, swollen and open yet also elegantly beautiful in its own right as it enjoyed its exposure to the light of the room and the gaze of all who would look. Her first antagonist had had a pretty big cock and she was soaking wet from the experience, yet looked none the worse for wear as I inspected her exposed private parts. They were reddened and distended but looked ready for more of this wondrous exercise. The men moved from pussy to pussy and as each encounter was completed, each chair was again adjusted upward or downward for the height of the next black fucker, each pussy and cock was lapped clean and another brief but intense sexual entry was made and completed.

Too soon, the next black snake was before my face ready to be sucked to life. It was long and fat, both longer and fatter even than the last, although it occurred to me that none I had yet seen was as large as that of the taxi driver who had started Annie's abuse earlier that day. I opened my mouth wide and took the giant cock into my maw. I was determined that Annie would receive only rock hard assaults from the first moment forward until the very last incursion if there was anything I could do about it. When the cock was hard and ready, I took it firmly in my right hand, moved to the side, and placed it next to the opening of Annie's still soaking pussy. 

With one firm push it went in about two thirds of the way and Annie gasped from the enormous pressure of its head. It took four or five strokes, in all, before the entire cock was buried to the balls and I was amazed at Annie's capacity to accommodate all of it. Again, after a very short period of the old in/out, the big black cock was withdrawn and I was ordered to clean it and the area between Annie's thighs. 

On the next round, Annie was spared the invasion of another Black Stud and I was ordered to run to the kitchen for drinks and food as requested from the female audience. Two of the women wanted their drinks freshened and one requested a plate of brie and grapes be brought to her. I accomplished these orders quickly and raced to resume my kneeling position between Annie's well splayed thighs just in time to suck my third black cock to erection.

This cock was fatter still than the last, but neither as long nor as dark. A blood vessel in the middle and on the very top of this shaft looked, as noted once before, about the size of my penis. I concluded that some things in life simply aren't fair. I stretched my mouth to capacity just to accommodate the head of the unfairly sized organ and there was an accumulation of a copious liquid at the urethral opening in its head. I had my first taste of black pre-cum, then, and found that I liked the way it burned and frothed in my mouth and on my tongue as I drew him to full erection. I was forced to lick the remainder of the shaft in order to be sure it was clean from the last white girl's pussy juices and his pre-cum before it was to be inserted into my Annie. 

When I had completed my cleaning and sucking chore, I again placed the head of this dick next to the opening between Annie's legs and guided the head into her now gaping hole. A single thrust buried the monster to its hilt. 

I heard a black female voice, quite certainly that of the lady with which he had come to the party, address Mr. Three and command, "Lick the underside my man's balls while he 'pleasures' your whore, boy. He likes that". 

I crawled between his closely spread legs and complied, to the best of my ability, with this demand: flicking my tongue and licking the underside of his black, hairy scrotum until it glistened with the wetness of my saliva. Thankfully, the fucking shifts seemed to be getting a little shorter and this man pulled out after only about a minute of probing the walls of Annie's cunt.

Our host was next to use Annie. I was already familiar with his cock, as the reader might remember, and he stretched to maximum hardness almost immediately as my mouth surrounded the silkyfeeling, foreskin covered head of his flaccid penis. His cock was an even lighter hue than the last but just as fat and longer when it stiffened. It also fairly dripped of pre-cum, which I didn't recall from my previous encounter with its rigidity, so I carefully lapped up each droplet as it escaped the small slit in his glans. 

After I had cleaned the shaft of his now hard penis, I carefully placed it at the opening of Annie's swollen cunt lips. The host was unlike the last man and took his time in entering Annie. He was making the most of this opportunity and enjoying it to the utmost, staring intently into Annie's eyes as his cock slowly occupied her now well-stretched and honeyed walls and probed to find the roof of her vagina. 

I knew Annie so well that I could tell by the sound of her breathing that she was very close to reaching an orgasm of monumental proportions due to the size of the cock inside her and the repeated attentions of this and the previous black men. A few more strokes by the host and she did, in fact, experience a shuddering, leg-shaking release though she maintained her silence to the most part, taking a few gasping breaths as she reached her peak. 

When our host withdrew his massive hard-on, I was amazed to see how flooded with her own juices Annie's cunt had become. I lapped and licked and made sure that she was ready for the fifth and last of the black men by the time that he stood in front of me with a cock longer than any I had ever seen in my life. I thought quietly that if he ever had a proper erection, he might pass out from lack of blood to the other brain. Surely she would not, could not accommodate the full length of such a monster.

This last cock was not less than a foot long though not quite as thick as some of the others. I realized with not a little self-deprecation that I was becoming an unintended expert in the nuances of African-American cocks. After a moment's thought, I concluded that there was no way, I was sure, that Annie's tight little pussy could ever accommodate such an invasion. I was in even more awe of the huge cock as I attempted to engulf its head with my mouth. Again, I was forced to lick up and down the length of the distended penis in order to clean what appeared to be a bit of residue from the last white pussy. I did my best to be sure of its purity and the black cock responded by becoming engorged with so much blood that I feared my earlier premonition might actually come true and that its owner would pass out. 

There was little reality to such a concern but it seemed only fair to speculate. He didn't seem to be as worried as I was about that outcome and, when I had succeeded in making him hard, he pushed me away and took aim with the giant cock-head at Annie's opening without my assistance. I was amazed to watch the head of the thing slide slowly into Annie. 

She gasped as it hit bottom and the man said softly to her, "Stay with me now and we'll get through this together. You'll feel pressure at the top of your pussy, but I'll be sure not to hurt you. Just relax and let me take the lead."

Annie's rigidity seemed to ease at his urging although I wished that she couldn't see how long this cock was as it entered deeper into her private parts. I watched her stare as his length disappeared into her and noted the apparent pride with which she stared at the joinder of her private parts and those of the man now so deeply inside her. I was certain that she must have feared being torn in two by its entry but her eyes related another story and she appeared to actually smile at the challenge. I noticed a bead or two of sweat on her forehead for the first time. She continued to suck in air as the unrelenting, anaconda-like dick continued to push further into her womb and, just as it seemed as if the pressure against her cervix or perhaps on the back of her vagina might be too much for her to bear, she yelled, to my utter astonishment, that she was coming. 

Again and again Annie screamed out that she couldn't stop her orgasms and it was evident that she had come two or three times in succession while the long, black cock was just being pushed further into her. Her yelling stopped only when the giant cock was withdrawn. I bent to my cleaning task quietly, humbled by her reaction to the monstrous pole that had just stretched her to capacity with so much obvious pleasure. 

How would I ever please my Annie after this day? Perhaps I should have contemplated that quandary before encouraging Annie to attend this party with me.

Abruptly, the five black assailants were ushered out of the room for what appeared to be a brief meeting of some kind. In their absence one of the black women grabbed Mr. Two by the hair and dragged him to his feet. 

She informed him, "The white women said you could really take it in the ass; I'm going to see if they know what they were doing when they tried your ass out." 

This thick ebony lady continued, "I intend to find out if you are as capable of taking a big black cock in your ass as these white whores, waving her hand and indicating the still-displayed Caucasian women, have said."

He was made to grab his ankles after a huge black dildo was produced and strapped onto the waiting harness of the black domme. A gob of k.y. jelly or Vaseline was applied sloppily to his anal cleft. The black woman stroked another gob of the gel onto the head and shaft of the plastic penis, mimicking the action that every man is familiar with from years of self-abuse and the lady, smiling from ear to ear, stepped eagerly behind him. I knew the trouble that I had had accepting what must have been an infinitely smaller apparatus but this man didn't seem to be too intimidated by the entry of the dildo a moment later. 

The other black ladies were appropriately appreciative of both the man's apparent capacity and the invader's pinioning movements, showing their pleasure by clapping, whistling and catcalls. As the unnatural events continued, the white victim's rock-hard cock let everyone know that he, too, was enjoying the rough treatment. The invader was not gentle in her approach or application.

I, for one, was very happy that I had let the white women know how little capacity I had for this activity and that I could take so little of it as I was sweating just from being in the same room and watching his abasement. In time, the dildo was removed and the man was ordered to wash it and return to his place between his waiting lady's legs. He hurriedly complied and returned in just a minute or two, seeming none the worse for wear.

Shortly after the invasion of Mr. Two's backside had been concluded, the black men returned to the room from their conference and the host announced to all of us assembled that each of the men had made an independent selection regarding into which of the white whores each man wanted to deposit his semen. While they had openly discussed their likes and dislikes about the trial fuck of each of the white women, the men had kept their chosen cum-dump secret from the others so that there would be no influence on the others' selections. They had voted by secret ballot and each man had chosen just one white whore with whom to copulate to completion. Our host acted as Master of Ceremonies and announced each man's selection.

At this announcement, the reason for the initial, brief round of fucking became crystal clear. It had been a trial run of sorts, giving the black studs an idea of which pussy was most liked by each of them and where each would like to spend more time and deposit his load. When the results of the ballots were made known, Ms. One was the choice to receive the further attentions of two of the men and my Annie was the designated depository for three, including our host and the overstretched man who had gone last in the earlier exercises. The other four white women were freed from their bonds and ordered to sit or kneel naked with their significant others by the black females where they could watch the ultimate activities, while making the black women comfortable with drink and food per order. 




The Party Ch. 08



Each complied without comment though they must have been a little disappointed not to have been chosen for this last act of depravity. Their frustration, if there was any, was short lived as they were compelled to orally service or be played with by the black women while the guests' husbands and boyfriends used Annie and Ms. One.

Ms One was to receive the first cum and the man who had gone third with Annie appeared in front of Mr. One with his dick in his hand. 

Our hostess unnecessarily commanded Mr. One, "Be sure your whore is wet and ready."

Mr. One checked with his tongue and signaled that his wife was ready. The hostess commanded that Mr. One suck the gentleman's dick and Mr. One commenced to fellate while the rest of us waited in awe and anticipation. 

With much grunting and groaning, the black stud commenced fucking lady One. She gasped at his thrusting and it was evident that the height adjustment of the supporting apparatus was ideal for the punishing pounding of her pussy by the well-endowed stud. There was no pulling out after a minute or two this time and he remained firmly ensconced in Ms. One's vagina until his rapidly increasing movements and the obvious tightening of his scrotal sac let all of the witnesses know that he was about to empty his load into the narrow opening between Ms. One's legs. He did so with a loud rush of moans and she responded in like manner as his hot cum filled her hole and began to run down her left thigh and into her anal crevice. 

He hesitated a moment, ran his cock slowly into her cunt twice more and then withdrew to the accompaniment of an audible plop; the first act was concluded. 

All of us could see that the magnificent, slowly softening cock was soaked with the combination of their juices and Mr. One was, not unexpectedly, told to clean the cock with his tongue and mouth. Up and down the black man's cock his tongue ran, not missing an inch and not missing a drop of the accumulated wetness of him and Mr. One's lady. He licked the tightly curled hair on the loosened balls and left no space untended as he showed his appreciation for the man's efforts with his wife. Ms. One's cunt, during this time, had not held all of the injected jism and, as that milky, slippery fluid continued to run down her thighs and over her pudenda, Mr. One was commanded to lick her legs clean as well. The black man kissed Ms. One with a passion that left no doubt as to his pleasure with his selection and he withdrew to join the other blacks and to have a much needed libation.

Before Mr. One had finished his cleaning chores and the Hostess was satisfied with the results of his efforts, the Black man who had fucked Annie second arose and stood before me, his cock already in his hand waiting for my mouth to ready him for this second assault on Annie's tender pussy. Unlike the first time that I had tasted his dick, this time the head of his penis also glistened with pre-cum. I sucked him to erection, moved aside, and placed the head of his penis next to her now reddened opening. I watched him take his time entering Annie as he had the first time. Now he seemed to enjoy looking at me, instead of Annie, as he fucked my wife, enjoying my humiliation and submission as he slowly entered and rammed between her legs. 

As with the first man, his rhythm gave us the clue when he was going to shoot his semen into Annie and, too soon, he churned her pussy until he shouted that he was coming. I saw his balls tighten and he spasmed as he relieved himself of his load. When his orgasm was completed, he simply rested by leaning against Annie for a few moments and then, as slowly as he had entered her, he withdrew. He was as hard, at that moment, as he had been when he first entered Annie for this assault and I knew, without his saying it, that he could have simply re-entered her and given her a second round without even having to rest. These men were not only impressive in their size but their stamina and athletic abilities were just as awe inspiring. 

I caught the first drop of his semen as it fell from the small slit at the head of his dick and took his still semi-hard cock into my mouth to be sure that none of his remaining effluent landed on the hosts' carpet. The combined taste of him and Annie was salty but almost sweet. It was a taste that I would not soon forget. I next turned to Annie's pussy and quickly licked all around her hole and her lips slightly sucking as I did so to get as much of his cum out of her as I could, knowing that she would be receiving at least two more deposits in the next few minutes.

Without much delay the Black stud who had fucked Annie first entered Ms. One. While his assault continued, Mr. One was told in no uncertain terms to lick the Black Man's balls while his wife enjoyed his dick. Mr. One hesitated just a moment and was rewarded by a smack with a paddle, about a foot and a half long with small holes drilled throughout its length. I was surprised to see that it was the hostess who administered the blow with the admonition that the white man had better start licking and had better not stop licking until he felt the come being shot into his whore's cunt. He quickly complied and I didn't see his face again until I heard the Black Man loudly announce that he was going to cum.

As the next of Annie's assailants queued in front of us, I missed the cleaning operation that followed but had seen it enough this day to know what Mr. One was doing as I continued my duties between Annie's thighs. The games continued.



The Party Ch. 09



Note: This story is the ninth episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read. 

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I immediately got off the couch and kneeled on the floor in front of Janet.

She turned to Jerome and said, "Having an obedient slave really does make our lives much easier."

Jerome laughed. "I have to admit that I agree with that."

He looked down at me. "Peanut, if you really do get off on this, I am more than willing to take advantage of it."

I politely bowed my head. "Mr. Turner, I am at your service."

"All right, If you don't mind I'd like another beer."

Janet put her hand on Jerome's wrist. "Sweetheart that's not how you do it. Watch this." She turned to me. "Pussy boy, fetch a beer for my lover and don't waste anytime. He's thirsty."

"Yes Mistress Janet. Right away Mistress Janet."

They were both giggling as I scurried into the kitchen.

When I returned with Mr. Turner's beer, Janet was pulling his trousers off. I set a fresh glass on the table next to him and poured his beer into it.

After I was done Janet tossed her boyfriends trousers to me and said, "Gather up the rest of Jerome's clothes and hang them in my closet. You have my permission to enter my bedroom so you can do this."

I quickly gathered up all of Jerome's clothing and carried it to Janet's bedroom. When I got to the door I stopped and knocked.

Behind me Janet said, "Very good slave boy. I was wondering if you would remember. You just managed to avoid another session with my whip."

I went into Janet's bedroom and carefully hung her boyfriend's clothing in her closet. After I was done I returned to the living room. 

Jerome was lying back on the couch. Janet was sucking his cock. I watched them for a moment. My wife's eyes were closed. She was enjoying herself so much that she reminded me of a little girl eating her very first ice cream cone.

Jerome looked like a man in a state of perfect serenity. He was also enjoying himself. I was very envious of him. He was obviously capable of controlling his orgasms. If my wife sucked me the way she was sucking her boyfriend, I would have ejaculated in seconds.

After a moment Janet noticed I was standing there. For the next minute she stared into my eyes while she sucked Jerome's large erection. Finally she took his cock out of her mouth, smiled at me and mouthed the words, "Thank you."

I nodded to her. It was my way of saying, "You're welcome."

Janet sat up on the couch. "Peanut, you still have one present left. Are you ready for it?"

"Yes Mistress Janet. I'm very eager to see it."

Janet nodded at me. "Peanut, that was said very nicely. You're learning how to speak to your superiors."

I bowed. "Thank you Mistress Janet."

My wife leaned over and opened one of the smaller bags. She reached in and pulled out a leather dog collar. There was a tag shaped like a dog biscuit attached to it. 

When he saw it Jerome shook his head. "Janet, what did you buy for him?"

My wife giggled as she handed the collar to her boyfriend. "Read the tag."

Jerome held it up and read, "My name is Peanut. I belong to Janet Parnell. If I am lost please call..." He stopped and looked at Janet. "That's your cell phone number."

Janet winked at Jerome. "I love my little baby. I don't want to lose him."

Jerome shook his head. "Baby, you are so bad."

Janet grinned at him. "Give the collar back to me so I can put it on our pet and then you can find out just how bad I really can be."

As soon as Jerome handed the collar back to my wife she wiggled her finger at me and said, "Here Peanut."

I started to walk over to my wife, but she put her hand up and stopped me. "No Peanut, get down on your knees and crawl over like a good doggy."

When I got down on my knees Jerome started laughing. "The two of you are fucking amazing."

Janet just giggled some more. She was enjoying this.

I crawled over to her. As soon as I was next to her Janet pointed at a spot on the floor by her feet and said, "Peanut sit!"

I obediently kneeled in front of her. My little dick was erect and sticking straight out of my pink panties."

Jerome snickered when Janet reached down and scratched me behind my ear.

She picked up the collar and slipped it over my head. "Robbie, I expect you to wear this at all times, even under your dress shirt when you go to work."

I looked up at my wife. "Yes Mistress, it will be an honor to wear this collar."

Janet patted me on the head. "Robbie, you're such a good little boy." 

Janet looked into another bag. "I still have one more present and it's for me."

She removed a small jewelry box from the bag, opened it and took out a heavy gold chain. It looked like a bracelet. There was a heart shaped gold charm hanging from the chain.

Jerome looked at Janet. "Is that a bracelet?"

My wife nodded. "No, it's an anklet. If you do some more reading on the cuckold web sites, you'll understand."

"What does the charm say?'

Janet handed the anklet to her boyfriend. "Read it."

Jerome studied it for a moment and then looked at Janet. "It says, 'Hot Wife'".

Janet smiled. "Yes it does and Robbie is now going to place it on my ankle. By wearing my wedding ring and this anklet I'm letting men know that I'm a married woman who's available for casual sex."

Jerome shook his head as he handed the anklet back to my wife. "This has certainly turned into an educational afternoon."

Janet handed me the anklet. "Robbie, by putting this on my ankle you are formally giving me your permission to party with other men. Do you understand that?"

I took a deep breath. "Yes Mistress Janet, I understand."

"Very good." Janet extended her right foot.

I carefully fastened the anklet to my wife's ankle. When I was done I submissively leaned over and kissed her toes. After kissing her I looked up at Janet and said, "Mistress, I willingly release you from any promises of fidelity that you made during our wedding ceremony. Furthermore I freely acknowledge your right to enjoy the sexual favors of other men."

Janet grinned at me. "Robbie I think we're at the beginning of a wonderful adventure." She paused for a moment. "Now I think it's time for you to go into the kitchen and get dinner ready while my boyfriend and I enjoy my new freedom."

I stood up. As I walked into the dining room Jerome took my wife into his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss.

I went into the kitchen, started our electric grill so it would get hot and seasoned the steaks. Once that was done, I opened the wine so it could breath and pulled the potatoes out of the oven. I have a recipe for twice baked potatoes that my wife loves. I quickly prepared those and put them back in the oven to stay warm. 

After that was done, I decided to set the table before I started grilling the steaks. As I walked into the dining room I happened to glance into the living room. What I saw made me stop and stare. Janet was kneeling on the couch. Jerome was behind her. He was fucking my wife.

I was glued to the ground. I couldn't move. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours I was watching another man have sexual intercourse with my wife. 

Suddenly Janet turned and looked at me. It was remarkably similar to last night. She once again seemed to be able to sense my presence; only this time she wasn't the least bit concerned when she realized I was watching her. 

This time she smiled at me and said, "Hi baby, don't you wish you could do this. Jerome's been pumping his wonderful cock in and out of my cunt for over five minutes."

My wife shook her head, "Too bad for you limp dick. You never will be able to enjoy me like Jerome does. You don't have the equipment." She giggled. "You're just going to have to be content with licking my ass and jerking off while other men enjoy my cunt."

I realized that Janet was deliberately taunting me, and she was doing a very good job of it. At this moment I was so envious of Jerome that I could have cried."

My wife closed her eyes. It was obvious that Jerome was giving her intense pleasure.

After a moment she took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Pussy boy, this is the first time I've ever tried to carry on a conversation while someone was fucking me. It's not that easy."

Even though I was being ripped apart by pangs of jealousy and envy, I had to chuckle at Janet's comment.

She noticed my smile and winked at me. "Peanut you have a remarkable sense of humor. It's one of the ten million reasons I will always be in love with you."

Janet's words were like a life buoy to my spirits. Suddenly I remembered that my wife loved me and this was a game we both wanted to play.

My mood changed. I started to feel playful. I decided to tease my wife. I jumped out of character and said, "Hey Janet, let's sing our favorite song."

My wife stared at me like I was a lunatic.

"Come on, I'll start."

Our favorite song was an old rock and roll song. I started singing it.

Janet laughed, "Robbie you're crazy."

"Come on baby, you can do it." I sang another verse.

Janet joined in. We sang two verses together and then both of us burst out laughing.

Jerome stopped fucking my wife and started chuckling. "Robbie do you realize you're ruining a great fuck?"

Janet giggled. "I don't know Jerry, this might turn out to be the most memorable fuck of my entire life."

Jerome started pushing his cock in and out of my wife again. "Yeah, well I'm pretty sure I'll never forget it. I've never had a husband try to get his wife to sing an old rock and roll song while I was fucking her."

I grinned at Jerome and said, "It happens to me all the time."

Jerome and Janet stared at me. Suddenly they both burst out laughing. 

Jerome shook his head and pulled his cock out of my wife. "I give up." He sat down on the couch, His huge erection glistened from my wife's vaginal secretions.

Janet sat down next to her boyfriend and looked at me. "You know I really should whip you for that."

I nodded. "Yes I know. I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop myself."

Janet grinned at me. "Robbie you really are the most fun man I've ever been around." 

She turned to Jerome. "Baby, why don't we do your favorite thing for Peanut." She leaned over and kissed his ear. "You know how much you enjoy it."

He smiled at Janet. "That's a wonderful idea, let's do it."

Janet looked at me. "Peanut, you haven't started the steaks yet have you?"

I shook my head. "No Mistress, I haven't."

"So everything can just sit for a little while, correct?"

I nodded. "Yes, the dinner will be just fine."

My wife stood up and pulled Jerome off the couch. When he was standing up his mammoth erection stuck straight out in front of him. It was really quite imposing.

Janet got down on her knees and squeezed her large breasts together with her hands. Jerome pushed his cock in between Janet's tits and slowly started fucking them. 

He'd made several gentle thrusts when suddenly the huge head of his penis emerged from Janet's cleavage. It reminded me of a menacing cobra sticking it's head out of a snake charmer's basket. My wife winked at me, leaned her head forward and started licking it. It was obvious that the two of them had done this before.

Pangs of envy again started to ripple through me. Jerome was doing something to my wife that I could never do. My penis simply wasn't big enough.

Jerome smiled at me. "Peanut, I love to titty fuck your wife."

Janet giggled. "I love it to, it's my favorite way to lick Jerome's cock."

Jerome and Janet fell into an easy rhythm. He pumped his erect penis back and forth between my wife's huge breasts while she kissed and licked his cock head every time it popped out from her cleavage.

Jerome stepped closer to Janet and pushed his cock into her face. My wife responded immediately. She put his stiff member in her mouth and started sucking and licking him.

Suddenly Jerome stepped back, grabbed his cock and started pumping it. He gave it three firm strokes. On the third stroke a big spurt of semen shot from the tip and landed on my wife's chest.

Jerome kept pumping his erection. Four more large spurts of semen streamed from the tip of his cock and splattered all over my wife's breasts.

Janet was giggling.

Gradually the spurts of semen turned into dribbles and Jerome's cock started to shrivel. As it grew smaller, a tiny stream of cum continued to ooze from the little mouth in the head of his penis.

Janet turned to me and wiggled her finger. "Come here Cuckboy. Let's see how much you really know about the cuckold life style."

I started to walk over to my wife but she stopped me. "It think you'd better crawl over here on your hands and knees Cuckie." Janet chuckled. "I think Jerome and I just did a wonderful job of establishing that you are in fact a bona fide pussy boy cuckold."

I got on my knees and crawled over to my wife. When I got there I looked up at Janet. 

She grinned at me and said, "Peanut what does a good cuckold do when his wife's lover cums on her breasts."

Suddenly I realized what Janet was about to make me do. Last night when I was licking her pussy Janet made me it clear to me that Brad Thomas had cum inside her. But that was different. Over an hour had passed between the time that Brad came inside my wife and the time I had to lick her cunt. Most of his semen had already dried up by then.

Jerome's cum was fresh, warm and running down my wife's breasts.

"Peanut answer me. What does a well behaved Cuckboy do when another man cums on his Mistress's breasts."

I took a deep breath and said, "He licks it up Mistress."

"Are you a well behaved Cuckboy?"

"Yes Mistress Janet, I am."

"Well then." My wife reached down and pulled me up so I was lying on top of her. "I believe it's time for you to prove that Cuckboy."

I very tentatively took a taste of Jerome's cum. It was still warm. I gagged.

"Cuckboy get to work. Jerome and I are getting impatient. We want our dinner."

I leaned over, closed my eyes and took a big lick of Jerome's semen. I just barely managed to control my gag reflex and swallowed all of it.

I leaned over again and took another big lick. As I swallowed it I heard Jerome say, "Holy fucking shit! He's licking up my cum."

I think that might very well have been the most humiliating moment of my entire life. However, since I happen to be a masochistic submissive wimp, it may also have been the most exciting.

I quickly licked up the rest of Jerome's cum. When I was done Janet patted me on the head and said, "Peanut, you were a very good boy, you did a wonderful job of cleaning up the big man's mess." 

She stood up. "Now it's time for the adults to go into their bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes while their little slaveboy gets their dinner ready."

My wife grabbed Jerome's hand and said, "Come on sweetheart, let's go freshen up before dinner."

I turned to walk into the dining room. When I got to the doorway I looked back. The pangs of jealousy and envy returned when I saw my beautiful naked wife leading her naked boyfriend into their master bedroom so they could clean up together.



The Party Ch. 09



Now, only Annie had entertainment duties that remained to be performed and the man who had fucked her fourth in their preliminary exercise was her next tormentor. 

As he stroked his dark organ of destruction before her, he quietly spoke directly to Annie, "I am going to hit bottom in your pussy and you have probably never felt anything like what you're going to feel. Don't worry, just relax, stay with me and everything will be ok." 

I wanted to remind him that he had earlier invaded her pussy briefly but instead he continued, again saying, "I want you to relax and stay with me; you do your part and I will guide you to an experience you will never forget." 

It was as if he felt she had never experienced the throes of sexual delight before this afternoon; perhaps he was right in a sense. I did wonder if she would be ever be satisfied with me again and if I would be enough for her after what she had experienced today. Even if that were not to be the case, I would certainly still want to be a part of her future experiences as I had been at this party, humbled as I am and will remain. 

I put my disturbing thoughts aside and came back to the moment. His cock appeared so huge to me that, even though I had seen her accommodate it earlier, it still scared me to think of the stretching that her poor vagina would be taking at his insistence. I feared for her cervix and the back wall of her innermost parts. He was big enough to do some damage there if he wanted to but that didn't seem to be his purpose. 

He was rougher in his approach with her this time and it was obvious that his goal was totally different from that of their first tryst. He fucked Annie for not less than five minutes, slapping her on the breasts, twisting and pulling at her nipples periodically, thrusting deeply, violently, on his in-strokes and making her moan in what seemed like pain but resulting in what she later told me was nearly total ecstasy. No matter what else he was doing, as he pistoned in and out of her, he was always talking softly to her, always instructing her to stay calm and trust him with the apparent goal of leading her to a higher and higher plane. She began to come about halfway through the assault and didn't seem to stop until he screamed that he was going to fill her tummy with his cream. 

When he came it was with such a shudder of power that I thought he might break through the silky walls of her honeyed insides. She did not seem to mind the considerable pressure and continued her own releases accompanied by convulsions and spasms that made her delight unmistakable. 

Immediately upon his reaching, his cum, combined with that of the man who had fucked her first, started to trickle from her cunt and run in rivulets over her swollen privates and down the insides of Annie's thighs. 

I began to lick up the mess even before the man had completely withdrawn, though the space between her thighs was so limited that I was impeded in my efforts. I felt a huge dollop of his cum fall on my cheek as I bent to my task and I tried to lick it off the side of my face by using my long tongue, much to the delight of the audience, black and white alike. 

I turned rapidly and sucked his softening cock clean, licked from tip to balls, making sure that none of their liquids remained when I was finished. I felt I owed him this respect after what he had given my Annie.

I intended to return to cleaning Annie's pudenda when the Host roughly pushed me aside and said, "I like it messy, leave it alone." 

The engorged penis facing me made it evident that he would not need to be sucked to hardness and so he simply took his milk chocolate-colored cock and inserted it into her sopping, slippery cleft in one smooth but forceful thrust. Annie started cumming almost immediately and, again, didn't stop until the assault was over. 

The black man also seemed to enjoy continuing and exacerbating my already considerable humiliation, asking me, as he stroked in and out of my wife's slick pussy, "How does it feel, white boy, to have to watch while all of these men are gang-banging your wife while you can only witness?"

Thinking I had permission to answer such a direct question, I replied, "It is obvious to me that my wife has enjoyed herself at your party, Sir. I suspect her cunt will always be open for the pleasure of black men after the way she has been treated today and you and your friends are welcome to use it at any time."

The Hostess promptly swatted my plump ass for speaking out of turn but I had the impression that all in the room, both white and black, appreciated my response. 

Several minutes into the rape, I noticed that the Host's balls were tightening and that his breath was becoming raspy. I correctly assumed that another huge load of cum was surging through his shaft and would soon be deposited deep into Annie's cunt. 

As he erupted, she simply continued to moan and her eyes were, first, rolled back into her head and then, afterward, closed tightly as the Host buried his cock so deeply into her that his balls slapped her ass with each stroke. 

He grabbed Annie by the waist as his load began to release into her and his pace quickened until it could only be described as frenetic and then with one final thrust, he too, was finished. 

He slowly pulled his glistening rod, which was covered with a frothy whiteness from tip to ball-sac, from between her legs and presented it to me with the command that I should lick it clean. 

His hand squeezed and pulled at the head of his penis and another large drop of cum appeared which he ordered me to catch on my tongue and show to the witnesses to our abasement. The others laughed and clapped at my obvious abasement. 

I thought that my degradation was surely complete until I looked between Annie's thighs. She was so full of cum that her vaginal area, bottom, and legs were soaked with the slimy stuff nearly to her knees. Her pussy lips would not, or perhaps could not, close and I could see right up into her stretched vagina, as if she had held it open to accommodate my view. 

I bent to my cleaning tasks and started, again, to use my tongue to stop the streaks of thick, gooey seminal fluid from continuing down her legs but, once again and this time completely unexpectedly, I was roughly cast aside as the largest of the cocks that had previously invaded my wife's womb was roughly thrust again into her once narrow crevice. Annie's orgasm recommenced almost immediately. 

I hoped her obvious ecstasy at these men's attentions wouldn't harm our sexual compatibility in the future but worried that it might. I also knew that I didn't have time to contemplate the long-term effects of this party on our relationship at the present. There was work to be done.

As an aside, when we revisited the happenings of the party in later weeks, one time I asked Annie how many orgasms she thought she had had that day. In trying to explain what she had felt to me, she described a series of unending waves that never stopped or started but, rather, like the waves of a tsunami, simply seemed to grow in height, depth and intensity as the fucking continued. She was unable to place a number on her orgasmic history but was able to convey that it was an incredible experience that every woman should have the opportunity to feel at least once. 

In all of the years that I had known Annie, both before and after our marriage, I had never been able to give her an orgasm with just my penis; she always needed manual stimulation of her clitoris along with my penetration, and I had to acknowledge to myself that I had never seen her in such a state of frenzy. 

Annie brought me back to reality as she fairly screamed that she was cumming and repeated "Yes, yes, yes," "Oh, my God, Oh, my God" until the stallion between her legs began to buck and thrust in the obvious throes of his final release. 

I was in awe of the magnificent interaction between the two of them: Annie's cunt was filled to capacity and the horse sized dick filling the cavern between her legs with such length had pressed inward, thrilling her to maximum of her ability to accommodate, until the back wall of Annie's womb stopped its progress; then both of them slumped in utter exhaustion. 

It was while Annie was in this completely relaxed state that I again noticed the color of her bare chest: it had begun this stage of the party games by turning a definite pinkish hue then, as the orgasms continued, she flushed the reddest crimson and I knew that to be the color of ultimate satisfaction for my wife. 

His orgasm had been so like an explosion that his cum fairly flew from the already saturated cunt, spotting the canvas that was her body. Even as his penis began to soften, the sheer size of his occupation continued to thrill her as he remained intimately coupled with her until the last drop of cum had exited the slit in the end of the giant penis-head. Annie seemed eager to continue his presence within her obscenely stretched womb and briefly sobbed as he finally withdrew. 

Now, I was commanded to clean up the mess and what a mess it was! It took some time and a great deal of effort to be sure that all of the seminal fluids had been licked off Annie and ingested. Even as I would have one area cleaned of the muddle, another spoonful of the slippery liquid would escape the confines of her insides. 

Annie had been fucked for nearly an hour and she seemed too exhausted to even be aware of this leakage but the others in the room enjoyed it to the nines and continued to exhort me as they relished this ultimate act of debasement. At last the final streak of fluid was licked from her legs and cleft and Annie was released from the chair. 

Although she fairly glowed, never having been so thoroughly fucked prior to this party, I could tell that she was also completely drained of energy. As she assumed a kneeling position by the other whites, our eyes met and she gave me a contented smile behind which her eyes fairly sparkled. 

The memory of this day would serve us well in the future but the day's games had not yet quite ended.

The quiet aftermath of Annie's ignominy was short lived as we six white men were directed by the Hostess to line up in front of the assembled group: the five black women, the five black men, now fully dressed and seated, and the six white women, kneeling naked at the feet of the blacks, legs spread and hands held loosely behind their backs or by their sides.

"Now, we are going to have one more contest," intoned our comely Hostess. 

We had not a clue what she intended but were soon to be enlightened.

"You boys have served us well this afternoon and evening and now you will get to have some fun yourselves as a reward for your diligence. One of you will be particularly compensated, sort of, at the end of the contest."

"The rules of this last game are simple: When I say 'go', each of you will commence masturbating. You will stroke as rapidly as you can with the ultimate goal of being the first to cum."

"So that we can monitor your individual progress as the game goes on, as each of you is about to experience his orgasm, you will yell out the word, 'cumming' and the rest of you will immediately cease your wanking until the boy who is about to cum has emptied his filthy load into a glass which will be held by Ms. Two." 

She handed a wide-brimmed Martini glass to Ms. Two. 

She then continued, "Ms. Two, you are not to miss a drop; do not spill a drop, or you will pay a heavy penalty."

Ms. Two nodded her acknowledgement.

"From the time that each of you announces his imminent orgasm, you will have twenty seconds to commence the actual act of filling the glass. I will count the twenty seconds out loud, backward, so you'll know how much time you have left."

"If you fail to begin cumming within that twenty seconds, you will be temporarily disqualified from participating in the game while you are punished for your failure. The punishment will be administered by Ms. Four, who will fuck you in front of all of us for one minute with a dildo one size larger than you were able to take in the company of the ladies earlier in our little get-together."

"It is obviously to your benefit, should such a failure occur, to get it over quickly so I would recommend you hurry and make yourself available to Ms. Four, should this unhappy consequence be necessary. Even more importantly, I hope that the possibility of such a punishment motivates you not to cheat your fellow boys in the first instance."

She handed Ms. Four a large dildo harness and instructed her to strap it on.

Ms. Four strapped on the harness and showed the assembly the various dildos from which she could choose. The crowd oohed its collective approval.

"After Ms. Four is finished with you, you will be allowed to recommence masturbating. Obviously this would put you at a strong disadvantage in the contest so I don't recommend even trying to cheat."

"Once you have cum, if you do, you will be allowed to join us in watching the remainder of the game and the ultimate results of the cozy little circle jerk your boyfriends are enjoying."

With a smirk, she continued, "Has anyone been able to figure out what the prize is?" 

We hadn't been given permission to speak, so we all stayed silent.

"When five of you have cum in the glass, the sixth will have the pleasure of drinking the disgusting cocktail left him by you other little boys."

"Emptying the martini glass is the grand prize of this final contest and the winner's, or loser's, if you want to look at it that way, reward for being able to last the longest in the masturbation contest."

"From what I've seen today, all you little queers will probably try to lose because you really want to drink the scummy cocktail."

"Does anyone have a question?" 

Now I ask you, my readers, to try to place yourselves where I, and the rest of the white men, found ourselves at that moment: We were tired from our efforts on behalf of the others and all of the activities of the day; we had not been apprised of this last event at any time before the Hostess's instructions so were utterly unprepared for this event; and last, but most probably not least, we were all terrified that we would not be able to perform this most intimate act before an audience, resulting in having to drain that disgusting martini glass. 

We were traumatized, knowing that the loser would be even further abased before the hosts, the guests and, most of all, his significant other by being made to drink that ugly cocktail. 

Imagine, my male readers, that you are commanded to stand in front of a group of mostly-clothed strangers and that you are made to masturbate for the group's entertainment. I'm certain you would be overwhelmed, as I was, and the fear of failure would permeate your every fiber. 

My female readers simply will not understand that peculiarly male dilemma we know as performance anxiety, though they may appreciate its significance, have suffered its ignominy under other circumstances or simply be delighted by the concept of a cock that will not work, much to the chagrin of its owner. 

I was, frankly, terrified and quite sure I could not cum under these circumstances.

Without more ceremony, the hostess yelled, "Get ready; get set; ............go" and each of us began stroking with an earnestness that reflected the urgency of her earlier admonitions. 

I wasn't even erect when she made us begin but that didn't stop me from trying my best to get to that desired state. None of us wanted to drink the ultimate five-man cummy cocktail in front of the jeering crowd. 

I must admit that my masturbatory efforts were aided, some, by the sight of our naked girlfriends and wives, sitting with their legs obscenely apart in front of the black crowd, some being pawed and played with; others being ignored. I needed every bit of that visual just to get started.

As one might imagine, I was shocked when we had only been jacking for only a minute or so when Two yelled "cumming" and we were all ordered to take our hands off our cocks. What the fuck??!!

The hostess began counting backward from twenty and, when she had reached ten seconds, the lucky Mr. Two began to spurt his discharge into the glass held by his like-numbered female counterpart. 

His was a sizable load that Two deposited and his wife was ordered to lift the glass and show its contents to each of us and the party-goers. She held up the glass so that each of us could clearly see the volume of his orgasm as it dripped down the inside walls of the martini glass toward the base. We could all see that he had nearly filled the stem of the fluted glass; how impressive.

We were then allowed to recommence our efforts. In short order, again to my astonishment, Five yelled 'cumming'. Ms. Two raced to place the partly filled martini glass under the tip of his cock and he immediately began to empty his balls into the glass. 

Again, she held the glass high to show everyone its combined contents. The base was certainly full and the bottom of the glass was covered in clear, white slime. 

I know I don't have to tell you that I was perspiring profusely.

We were again allowed to recommence our stroking and I continued to sweat, worrying, now, that I might actually lose this "contest". I wanted Annie to pinch my nipples, knowing that that extra stimulation would help me in my immediate quest as it so often dis when we made love at home. Alas, that help was not coming. I also knew that these distracting thoughts were not helping me in my pursuit of a forgiving orgasm so I tried my best to banish them from my mind and to concentrate on the task at hand, so to speak. 

Never before had I hated that fact that I had to masturbate all the way to orgasm; now I did. 

I pulled with an enthusiasm seldom seen in my abundant history of jacking my cock. As I stroked, I heard one of the white women say to the gallery, with unmistakable awe in her voice, that she had not been aware that male masturbation could be so violent. She obviously did not appreciate the irony of our situation. 

Shortly after we recommenced our self-abuse, One yelled that his orgasm was close..."cumming".... and Ms. Two raced to hold the glass in such a manner that it would catch all of his spurting emission.

The glass was displayed. 

Moments later, I was forced to wait again as Six emptied his nut-sac into the glass with great pride and obvious relief. 

Now, only Four and I were left in the "contest" and I knew that I didn't want to, maybe even couldn't, empty that cum-filled glass down my throat so I prayed for release.

"God, let me cum, I bargained; please let me cum." 

I pictured all that my Annie had endured this day and that seemed to inspire me.

I pounded my cock with my tight fist as I never had before, so fast was my wanking that Annie, teasingly, later told me my efforts appeared to be a veritable blur. I was desperate to experience the desired pressure in my balls and its ensuing release. I could sense that my remaining competitor was equally as insistent on not being the "winner" of this disgusting contest. 

At long last, I began to feel the familiar tightness and the welling of my balls' contents into the shaft of my penis. I closed my eyes and tried to remember all of the awe inspiring acts to which I had been a witness since this morning. 

It was time to tell the group that I was about to shoot my load and I yelled 'cumming'...a split second before I heard Four do the same. 

It was up to the Mistress of this Ceremony, the Hostess to determine which of us had first expressed the required word. Clearly, to my thinking, I had yelled first but the Hostess seemed unsure. She asked the white girls to vote which of us had spoken first and, to my utter relief, only Ms. Four backed her contestant. I understood and forgave her dishonesty. 




The Party Ch. 09



I would not be the "winner" if only I could cum in the next twenty seconds. I hoped the time delay while the vote was taken wouldn't adversely affect my ability to relieve myself of this incomprehensible burden. 

The Hostess commenced counting downward from twenty and Ms. Two placed the nearly-full glass under the glans of my throbbing organ just in time to catch the voluminous liquid that escaped the tiny slit in the head of my penis. I had miraculously been saved and now could actually breathe. 

Before the announcement of the women's vote, the Hostess had ordered both of us to stop stroking; now Four looked at the mess that the other whites and I had left in the glass with obvious trepidation. I could see that he was both resigned and disgusted by the act he was about to perform. He had lost by a stroke or two, at the most, and looked sickened by the thought of drinking the five loads of cum nearly filling the inside of the martini glass. 

The Hostess addressed Four, with that same shit-eating grin on her face that I had noticed when she announced the "contest" to us white men in the first instance.

"We are not cruel people here and we don't want you to have a severe case of blue balls."

"You have my permission to cum, Four, if you still want to. Of course, you'll need to do it in the cocktail glass."

For reasons we all understood, Four politely declined her generous offer. I felt true sorrow for his predicament but not so much empathy that I would want to exchange places with him. He had lost and now he knew he must pay for that privilege.

Ms. Two was ordered to deliver the martini glass to Four, who grasped it in both hands, lifting it first as if to toast his witnesses, and then pulled it to his lips, showing a smile that did not reflect his true feelings, I was sure. As he poured the contents into his throat, I could see his gag reaction take over and he began to choke on the sheer volume of the cum-filled cocktail. 

The Hostess exhorted him, "Don't you dare spit any of that out, boy, or I'll have the others refill that glass for you to drink."

Somehow, he was able to drain the glass and keep the contents down; the crowd applauded his Herculean effort. I appreciated the narrow escape that I had endured and said my appropriate "Thank You" to the God who must have spared me.

The contest was over; the day was nearly over; the party was certainly over. 

The whites were told to reform their lines, grouped again by sex, as they had when they had first entered the room and were marched back through the dining area single-file, each man holding the man in front of him by his ball-sac; the women with one hand on the left breast of the woman in front of her. 

We found all of our clothes piled in the foyer. They looked as if they had been shuffled and mixed as one might see in the aftermath of a tornado or other natural disaster. It seemed such a short time ago that Annie and I had piled our garments neatly as we had disrobed in this very room, worried about being seen by others after we disrobed. That was not a concern now.

The Hostess told us that we had two minutes to get our clothes on and to get out of the house as our usefulness to this party was over. 

It was with apparently great glee that the remaining party goers watched as the six white couples pawed and pushed, pulled and groped to try to find our various clothes and shoes; we put on what we could before we were made to leave the safety of the residence. 

There was no underwear in the pile and there was no explanation of its being missing; we never knew where our undergarments had gone. As we have thought about it since, we have speculated that the blacks wanted to tweak us one last time by making us ride and drive without the benefit of underwear; there seemed little other explanation. 

Neither Annie nor I even tried to put on our shoes or stockings while inside the home. Dressed only in our outer clothes, we went out into the darkening twilight of the driveway area, replaced the shoes to our feet and settled into a quiet and uneventful ride back to the drugstore parking lot and to our waiting car. 

As we were exiting the Host and Hostess's home, we could hear the party goers laughing and enjoying themselves at our expense. We knew that all of the day's activities had been filmed; that was obvious after they showed us the tapes evidencing our foolishness in the bathrooms. We could only imagine that they would enjoy replaying those tapes as the party continued for the remainder of the night and, probably, after that.

Neither Annie nor I said a word on the ride to the drug store, or even afterward on our short trip home, but our conversations since have often been dominated by our varied recollections of the party day, the things we both endured, in and out of each other's view, and the sheer excitement of the myriad acts themselves. 

We have thoroughly discussed whether we might want to be guests again at another such interracial party. We think we would.

We wonder if the film of our party participation will ever show itself again and are curious, if it should, what would be the context of such a re-airing. We sometimes wish that film didn't exist but, at the least, we haven't been bothered by it yet.

We have come to the conclusion that the men who used Annie that day were certainly hand-picked for the exceptional size of their sexual apparatus and their ability to perform in front of a crowd. We have since become aware of at least two groups of black men who seem to host these, or similar types of parties, on a fairly regular basis, although the format seems to vary depending on the group.

Here, in California and maybe a few additional states, we have become aware of a group called "The Crew"; in Florida and Atlanta, Georgia, there may be another diverse group called the "Mandingos". 

Both of those groups, we have read, have minimal penis-size requirements and we are convinced that the men of either or both groups would have fit in well at our party. In fact, our Hosts may have been members or precursors of a similar group, we will never know.

We have questioned each other, and tried to answer ourselves, about what motivated us to want to attend such a gathering in the first place: Annie and I consider ourselves to be relatively sane persons, with, perhaps, a bit of a socially liberal inclination. We support the concept that, as long as any sexual interaction is consensual and safe to all parties, there is no harm in it. Last, we are certainly open-minded and non-judgmental about the interpersonal activities of others.

In our discussions, we often attribute much of our own interest in interracial sex and play to the "forbidden fruit" aspects of those activities, as I discussed earlier in this memoir. Surely, there must also be a bit of white shame in us about the way blacks were historically treated in our country's earlier years, but neither of those factors completely answers the motivational question for us. 

We also have speculated about the Hosts' and guests' reasons for wanting to participate in such a get-together. The black men benefited by gaining access to a variety of white women at the party, but that is not all that uncommon in current times. 

The black women, who remained clothed and relatively safe almost the entire time we were together, present another quandary: what did they get out of the party? Their men played with other women in front of them and they were certainly limited in their use of the whites. Except for brief times, they were basically excluded from active participation and yet, there is an obvious answer, as well: these women, especially the Hostess, directed the abasement of both the white men and women; they were always in a superior position and I'm sure, came away feeling honored by both the white women, who were basically playthings for the blacks, and the white men, whose ultimate humiliation was embodied in the last game, the masturbation marathon, as I've come to view it. They were the guests of honor, in a way, and we think that may have been their ultimate reward.

Sometimes we wish we could share our experiences at the party with our friends and acquaintances, if for no other purpose, to gain feedback. We have chosen not to do so, to date. 

We have come to the conclusion that we are simply risk takers and that we don't want to find ourselves on our death beds moaning about the things we hadn't experienced in this life. That seems to be as close as we can come to the real answer for us.

Annie has never spoken to me about her having, or even wanting, another black lover after that day; our relationship seems to have weathered my questions and doubts raised by what we learned at the hands of our Hosts and their guests. 

Our sex life seems to be good and satisfying for both of us for the moment and, yet, we have discussed that fact that we might entertain the thought of bringing in an additional lover for Annie at some later date. After all, I reached my sexual peak in my twenties; Annie's is yet to arrive. I am intimidated by that aspect of our continued discussion but we feel our marriage is strong enough to withstand the addition of another, should that be our desire in the future.

Finally, we have wondered, as the computer age has matured, if booklets such as Best Black Swingers, even exist anymore. It seems probable that the various Adult Yahoo Groups, CollarMe, FetLife and maybe even a more vanilla medium such as POF have probably supplanted the purpose of such a magazine. 

Regardless of the method of introduction, it is feasible to imagine that parties, such as the one we attended, take place periodically in cities like ours across the US and we are reasonably confident that the attendees, both black and white, find them exciting and fulfilling, as we did. 

As an aside, I want to tell the readers that, as I wander the streets of our city's business district from time to time, I am certain that I hear a voice intone quietly, I guess when the speaker assumes I cannot hear, "That man was number three at the party back in September."

I sometimes try to make eye contact with the speaker but he or she, and there have been both, just smiles knowingly at me and continues on his or her previous path. It's as if they seem to feel they already know me, very well.