0 comments/ 36967 views/ 6 favorites Angie By: Blue Rose Angie checked her appearance carefully in the full-length mirror in the lavish hotel room. She smiled in satisfaction. She thought the silver dress was absolutely perfect. She wasn't wearing any panties or bra under it because that would spoil the look. The metallic material shimmered over her body as she moved. Its tightness outlined her ample breasts, and the lush curves of her waist and hips. She adjusted the tops of her stockings on her thighs. Smoothing the skirt, she slipped her feet into her matching stiletto heels. A final touch at her long auburn curls, and she was ready. She put the magnetic keycard into her handbag, and exited the hotel room. When the elevator door opened, depositing her on the ground floor of the casino, she smiled as the sound of gambling reached her. She knew Las Vegas was going to be her kind of town. A twenty-four hour town was just right for her, and a party town on top of it. It seemed like everywhere she looked that people were partying and having fun. Just what she liked. While she waited for her car at the valet, she was pleased to note all the admiring gazes she was attracting. From both men and women. She pretended nonchalance, smoothing her skirt, and touching her hair. The valet held her door for her to get in her car, and she carelessly allowed her skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings. She didn't bother to adjust it, just allowed him to look his fill at her smooth skin. The drive to the dance club didn't take her long. She had learned from the bellhop at her hotel that it was the best country dancehall in Las Vegas, outside of the casinos. Most dancehalls were located inside the casinos, but she didn't want that. She wanted to go somewhere where she would meet more local people than tourists. She wanted to meet some hot men, and see how Las Vegas partied on it's own turf, not in the glitz and glamour provided for tourists. Angie parked her car and strolled to the entrance. Two big muscular bouncers were standing at the front door, checking identification of the people going in. She watched in amusement as they confiscated the fake identification of a couple of teenage girls. The girls were turned away. Then it was her turn. She handed her California drivers license to the huge man on the right, who couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage long enough to give it more than a cursory glance. She smiled when he told her he would be inside in a couple of hours, and asked her to save a dance for him. He watched her ass sway as she walked into the club. Angie found a vacant barstool between two handsome men, and ordered a tequila sunrise from the bartender. She sipped her drink and looked around. The man on her right struck up a conversation with her right away, using unimaginative lines like "do you come here often?" She was bored with him even before his girlfriend walked up with a hurt expression on her face. The man on her left never even looked at her. She knew why when another man walked up behind him and put his arm around him. She decided to find a new place to sit. There were no more empty barstools, so she began to walk toward the small tables placed on the outskirts of the dance floor. She smiled at the whistles and catcalls that followed her. She sat at an empty table and sipped her drink. Her searching eyes finally found what she was looking for in the form of a tall, blond muscular man dancing a line dance. He didn't appear to be with any woman, but she watched a while to make sure. Her eyes traveled over his sexy body while he danced, taking in the tight fitting western style shirt, and travelling down to his ass when he turned, encased in form fitting blue jeans. When he turned again, her eyes were at just the right level to see the impressive bulge in the front of his jeans. On down his legs her eyes went, to take in the simple brown cowboy boots. Good, she much preferred men in classy simple boots than the ones who wore the fancy 'look at me' boots. His boots were scuffed indicating that he obviously got a lot of use out of them. Her eyes went back to his face and studied his strong jaw, and sensitive mouth. She couldn't see what color his eyes were from this distance. His hair was worn a little long, curling around the collar of his shirt. When the dance ended, she let her eyes follow him off the dance floor. He headed straight to the bar and purchased a single beer. Good, he didn't buy a drink for a girlfriend. He walked to a table with several men sitting around it. She didn't study any of the other men; she had eyes only for him. The next time he went out to dance alone, she would maneuver herself next to him. She watched him for a while, but it looked like he was settling in for a while at his table. She accepted an invitation to dance from a passing cowboy, and was led onto the floor for a slow dance. Her partner kept sneaking gropes of her tits and ass as they danced, and she teased him to an erection by grinding against his cock. All the while, she kept her eye on the table that her target was at. She refused a second dance with her current partner, watching in amusement as he walked away from her table trying to conceal his erection. Then her chance came. The blond Adonis was making his way to the dance floor for another line dance. There was no woman going with him. A couple of the other guys at the table were though. That didn't matter to Angie. She stood quickly and followed him. When the lines formed up, she had maneuvered herself so that she was right behind him. When they turned, he would be behind her. She smiled in anticipation. The first time she turned, he was still facing her when she turned back. She smiled innocently at him and kept dancing. He continued to dance facing the opposite direction as the rest of the line, just so he could look at her. He held her eyes for a moment, then let his eyes travel over her body, lingering at her breasts, bouncing tantalizingly under the shivery dress. She turned again, and did the sexy hip and ass movement that was part of the dance. She hoped he hadn't turned. She knew how good her ass looked moving like that. Another quick turn and she was facing him again. She was right, he hadn't turned. She noticed with a quick glance that his friends were watching her too. She didn't bother with them. Her target was right in front of her, and she had his undivided attention. She moved her hands, bringing his attention to her body, while he watched her run her hands lightly over her breasts and down her stomach and to her hips, she lightly rested her hands at her hips while she danced. His eyes were riveted to her crotch, and she felt a trickle of moisture seep out of her pussy at the thought that nothing but a thin bit of material separated his eyes from her naked cunt. All too soon the dance was over, and he was following her back to her table. She sat, and watched his eyes rove up her legs to her stocking covered thighs exposed by the short skirt. She crossed her legs, and revealed the stocking tops to him. He stammered as he offered to buy her a drink. She picked up her drink and took a sip. He watched the straw slide between her red coated lips. She flicked her tongue out and licked her lower lip. "I don't think I need another just now." She said. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. She decided that a little teasing would keep things lively, so she said she was just resting for a while, maybe later. He was obviously disappointed when he walked away, but she knew he would be back. She turned her attention to the other people around her. She knew he was the one doing the watching now. Several songs later, she decided to test her theory. She made her way out on the floor and joined in a line dance. Sure enough, there he was, right beside her. She let her eyes roam over his body, from his western shirt to his casual slacks. She was confused for a moment. She thought he had been wearing jeans a little while ago. Her brow furrowed in confusion when she noticed that his boots were black and not brown. What was the matter with her? Was she going batty? She gave herself a mental shrug. What did it matter. She stared at the sizable bulge at his crotch. Well that was still the same. Her eyes traveled up over his broad chest and to his eyes. He was watching in amusement as she surveyed his form. She smiled and shrugged slightly. The motion caused her boobs to bounce, and his eyes instantly looked there. She wasn't embarrassed by being caught looking at him. He was doing the same thing. When the song ended, the music went right into a slow dance. Without even asking, he pulled her into his arms. She didn't fight it because it seemed like the most natural place for her to be. He pulled her tight, without talking, and nuzzled his face at her neck. She shivered when she felt his tongue tracing patterns on the sensitive skin below her ear. She ran her hands down his shoulders and across his back, exploring the muscular contours with her fingertips. His hands roamed her back too, stopping barely short of her rounded ass. When the dance ended, they slowly separated, loathe to part. She took a couple of steps backward, holding his gaze with her own. He still hadn't said a word. Finally she began to turn. "Wait." It was more a command than a request. She turned back to look at him again. "You can't just walk away from me, leaving me no way to find you. I've been totally intrigued by you since the moment I saw you walk in the door, and I can't stand the thought of you walking out of my life before you are ever really in it." Angie paused and studied his sincere face. She could almost believe that he had fallen in love with her at first sight, but she knew from the growing bulge in his slacks that it was lust, not love. She smiled approval at him. "That's very good." She said in appreciation of his pickup line. He grinned sheepishly. "I thought so. Took me weeks to work that one out." "It was well worth it." Angie continued to her table, only to find him there, and holding her chair for her to sit. "Since you like my line, how about it? Are you going to take pity on me, and allow me to get to know you?" "It could be a strong possibility," she hedged. "Well, how about another dance then?" he asked. "Maybe in a few minutes. I need to rest my feet. These heels aren't the most practical for dancing in." Angie stretched her leg out in front of him, and ran her hand lightly down the calf, watching his eyes follow the motion of her fingers. She was so tempted to continue up her leg to her thigh, but it was a little too soon for that. He licked his lips, and stood quickly. "I will get us some fresh drinks, and we can talk while you rest." She nodded, and watched his ass as he walked away. When he was lost in the crowd at the bar, she turned her attention back to the dance floor. Joey met Roger at the bar. Women were panting at the sight of the two identical blond giants. Roger glanced back over toward her table to make sure she couldn't see them. "That was incredible!" he told his twin brother Joey. "She is one hot babe!" "I know, I can't believe you got her so close, after the brush-off she gave me." "Did you see those tits? Man, I thought I was going to come in my pants just watching those nipples harden!" Roger said, groaning. "My turn now," Joey said, taking the two drinks from his brother's hand. "What did you talk about?" "Nothing. We're going to talk when I get back." "What's her name?" "I don't know yet," Roger said impatiently, embarrassed by the lack of knowledge to give his brother. "Does she know your name?" "No, not yet." "Well, she's going to know Joey." "I'm not sure I feel right doing this. It's not really nice to play games like this with her." "Hell, bro, she's playing games too. Why do you think she's here dressed like that?" "You're right, but she has to know before the night is over," Roger insisted. "And be careful, I think she noticed something." "Probably the pants. I told you to wear jeans." Joey tossed over his shoulder on his way to her table. She saw him as he walked up, and openly allowed her eyes to take in his entire form. He felt his cock twitch as her eyes lingered at the bulge in his jeans. He knew she was definitely playing games. Well she would get more games than she bargained for tonight. He handed her a drink, allowing his hand to caress her fingers as she took it. He sat in the chair nearest her, which placed their knees almost together. She crossed her legs, allowing her leg to brush against his in the process. Angela studied him carefully. She had only had one drink so far; she couldn't be this far gone. But here he was, wearing jeans again. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she noted the brown boots. This was really strange. "I think the first thing we should do is introduce ourselves. I'm Joey." He held out his hand to her. "Angie," she said simply, putting her hand in his. He took her hand to his mouth, and kissed the back of it. Turning it over, he kissed it gently in the center, and allowed his tongue to slip out and trace little circles in her palm. She shivered with desire as the tingles spread from her palm all the way through her body and received an answering tingle from her pussy. "I'm a construction worker, and I'm 29 years old, single, and I love to dance," he stated, looking into her eyes. "I work in an office, I'm 25 years old, and I am just moving to Las Vegas. I start my new job on Monday morning. Tonight is my first night here. I like to dance, and I'm out to have a really wild and crazy night tonight. One fling before starting my new life on Monday." "Saturday nights are good for having a wild and crazy time here," he said with a smile, thinking that Roger and him could really show her a good time. "That's what the bellhop at my hotel told me." She looked to the dance floor. "I love this song, would you dance with me?" It was a slow song that would allow her to grind her body against his. "Absolutely," he said, standing and holding out his hand for her. He held her hand while he escorted her to the dance floor, where he immediately pulled her close. She pressed against him with a sigh. She knew he could feel her hard nipples pressing into his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her fingers play in his hair. "I love it when men let their hair get a little long. It's nice to run my fingers through." She laid her head on his chest; he was much taller than she was, even with her five-inch heels. He lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. She shivered as his tongue lightly licked her neck. His hands began to wander over her back, and he was a little bolder this time, running his hands lightly over the swell of her ass cheeks. She sighed and pressed her groin against his. They swayed to the music, totally oblivious to the other dancers on the floor as they explored each other's bodies with their hands. Angie slipped her hands down his body slowly, exploring the bulges of his muscles as she worked her hand lower and lower. He gasped as her hand slipped between their bodies and rubbed his cock through his jeans. His cock began to stiffen under her exploring fingers. It was all he could do not to throw her on the floor and fuck her right there, especially since his hands on her ass had felt no panties under her dress. The thought of her pussy naked under that short dress excited him. Angie knew the exact moment he had realized she had no panties on. His hands had roved over her entire ass, as if seeking them, even rubbing between her cheeks as if looking for a thong. She felt the moisture from her pussy moistening her thighs, and knew she had to get to the ladies room before it became obvious that she had almost had an orgasm on the dance floor. When the dance ended, she excused herself right away to go take care of that little problem. She promised Joey that she would meet him at the table. Unknown to Angie, Roger met him first. Joey was nearly panting with his need by that point. Roger noticed the erection straining against his brother's jeans, and laughed. "You won't be laughing when it's your turn. You wouldn't believe how hot she is! She was rubbing my cock right there on the dance floor!" "You're serious?" "Absolutely! And she isn't wearing any panties either." Roger felt his cock stir to life at that news. Her tits bouncing unrestrained under that skimpy dress was tantalizing enough, but this was too much. Joey quickly filled Roger in on all the information he had gleaned from her, about her name, age, etc. Joey slipped away as Roger spotted her returning from the restroom. The situation was definitely heated up at this point. She didn't bother with her chair this time, but sat in his lap, and kissed him passionately, while her hands roamed between their bodies. Angie was disappointed when she touched his cock between their bodies. He had lost his erection while she was gone. The thin material of his slacks allowed her to feel more of the contours of his cock as it hardened in her hand. She leaned back and looked at him in confusion. Slacks? Something weird was going on. She began to get a glimmer of an idea of what it was, and the thought made her pussy spasm in anticipation. She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't know for sure about the difference, and decided to ignore it for now. Angie noticed that he was acting a little restrained, his hands holding still at her waist. She took one of his hands in hers and gently guided it to her thigh. She smiled in satisfaction as his hand began to inch upward under her skirt. She so enjoyed being such a brazen hussy once in a while. It relieved the boredom of her humdrum life. Angie kissed him lightly and was surprised when he deepened the kiss, probing into her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues dueled while their hands were busy. She spread her legs slightly apart to allow him access to her hot and slightly damp pussy. It had been an inner struggle to resist bringing herself to orgasm in the restroom. When his fingers touched her clit, she moaned and ground her pussy against his hand. He used his thumb to pleasure her clit while he slipped two fingers inside her cunt. She wriggled on his lap, trying to plunge her cunt down on his thrusting fingers. With his other hand, he held her still while he fucked her with his hand. His mouth on hers quieted her moans as she was brought to her long awaited orgasm. He held her, continuing to fuck her pussy while she shuddered in her orgasm. Her hands were busy at the same time, he hadn't realized it before, but when her hot hand closed around his cock, he knew she had opened the zipper on his slacks. Angie pulled his stiff cock through the opening in his slacks, and was jerking him off right there at the table. She pulled on his cock with one hand while the other was half in his pants massaging his balls. He quickly released her mouth and looked around. From where they were sitting it looked like nobody could see what they were doing. He decided to let her continue. He was curious to see how far she would go. She surprised him when she turned and straddled his lap. She pulled her skirt around her, so nothing could be seen. She didn't insert his cock, but she rubbed her pussy against it while she kissed him and fucked his mouth with her tongue. Roger was nearly embarrassed when he started to cum. He should have been able to hold off longer, but the wantonness of this woman was just too much. He realized that anyone who was watching would think they were fucking right here. The knowledge that Joey was watching, along with all their friends was too much. He quickly found her mouth again, and moaned into it as his cock shot cum all over her naked pussy. She produced a cocktail napkin that she had been holding in her hand, and reached between her legs to clean him up. When she got off his lap, his cock was back in his pants and the pants were buttoned and zippered. He thought she was very efficient at being able to do all that between her legs. Angie When she was settled back in her chair, she casually sipped her drink as if nothing had happened. He was speechless, and she smiled broadly that she had caused that. She began to tap her feet to the music. Roger stammered an apology and said it was his turn to use the restroom. She said she would be right here when he got back, and looked innocently at him. Joey caught up with Roger halfway to the restroom. He couldn't believe what he had seen. He had to verify it with his brother. He tried to stop Roger, but his brother just plunged through the crowd to the door to the men's room. Joey grabbed his arm to stop him just inside. "Did she really do that?" he asked in shock. "She got me off right there at the table!" Roger shouted, then smiled at a man leaving the restroom. "She is so hot, Joey. I don't believe what she is doing." "Well did you suggest leaving? We could take her home and fuck her brains out," Joey suggested. "I didn't have a chance to suggest anything. She came back from the bathroom and sat on my lap and jerked me off while I brought her off." "Man, you get all the luck!" Joey complained. "Now it's my turn, and she will probably be gone when I get to the table." "What? You think so?" Roger panicked. "Hurry up and get back out there! Don't let her get away!" "Roger calm down, I'm joking. Do you honestly think she is going to be content with a finger-fuck the way she is acting?" Joey said. "I wonder if the two of us would be enough for her." "I'm not sure about sharing a woman with my brother," Roger said doubtfully. "Oh, live a little! She will love it, and you will too if you will loosen up." Joey turned to leave the restroom. "Oh, and Roger? You better clean your pants up a little." Roger looked down at the cum stain on the front of his slacks and groaned. Joey left the men's room laughing. He pushed his way through the crowd to her table. He knew she wouldn't bolt. She was watching for him. "I want to dance, Joey," she said when he reached her side. He silently took her hand and led her to the dance floor. It was another slow song, and he pulled her tightly against his body. One of her hands went immediately between their bodies, and grasped his cock through his jeans. She lightly caressed it, and rubbed it, bringing it to an erection. He let his own hands do some wandering too. He couldn't put his hands under her dress here on the dance floor, but he definitely got intimately familiar with the shape and feel of her ass. The dance floor was so crowded that nobody could see what their hands were doing. He moved one hand between their bodies and rubbed her nipple to hardness through her dress. He cupped her breast in his hand and felt the nipple poking into his palm. He was disappointed when the song ended, and kept her close in front of him as they walked to the table, to hide his hard cock. Joey was a little disappointed when she sat in her chair instead of on his lap. He supposed a repeat performance of the lap dance she had treated Roger to was too much. Angie leaned toward him and caressed his thigh. He held his breath as her hand slowly moved toward his cock. She fingered the button fly on his jeans and frowned in mock consternation. "I've only had two drinks tonight so I know I'm not drunk," she said. "What are you doing, changing clothes every time you are away from me?" Joey looked at her with a silly sheepish grin. It was too much to hope for that they got away with it all night. She didn't give him a chance to answer though. "I'm getting tired of this place. Would you, and your twin brother like to go someplace quieter with me?" "How long have you known?" he asked, thinking she was pretty smart for a horny little slut. "I knew for sure after the second switch. You can't play with a guys cock through blue jeans, and then the next time they are slacks and not notice a difference." She said. "Besides, your eyes are different colors." She surprised him with the comment about their eyes. He hadn't thought she had noticed anything from the neck up, she had been so busy with their cocks. He agreed to get his brother and meet her at the door, but she insisted on going with him to get Roger. Roger grinned at them when he saw them coming toward him. He sat there with a silly grin on his face and didn't move. They stopped in front of the table that he was sharing with three of their friends, and she just looked at him, and then at Joey. She licked her lips and smiled at Roger. "Well, lets go," she said, holding out her hand for him. He nearly fell over his friends in his haste to get away from the crowded table. "You boys do have a car here don't you?" she asked them as they walked toward the exit. "I took a cab so I am completely at your mercy to get me back to my hotel room. Which by the way has a bed plenty big enough for three." They flanked her, with her holding on to each of their arms, and led her to their pickup truck. She slid across the seat to the middle, and Joey insisted that Roger drive. Roger had gotten the better end of the deal so far tonight, and Joey figured it was still his turn. Their truck was a stick shift, and Angie playfully spread her legs to put the stick shift between her knees. This action forced her short skirt up, and they could get tantalizing glimpses of her naked pussy. She gripped the ball of the gearshift in her hands, and closed her eyes in mock ecstasy. "I love a hard stick between my legs," she purred. Joey laughed at her antics. "I got a hard stick you can put between your legs," he said. "If it's anything like your brothers, and I know from personal experience that it is, it's very hard and big. Just the way I like it." She rubbed his semi-hard shaft as she spoke. He put a hand on her thigh, and worked it up under her skirt. Her pussy was hot and wet, and his fingers slipped inside her with ease. "This is such an incredibly sexy adventure," Angie said in a breathless voice. "I never knew it was so much fun being a slut." "You mean you are just experimenting with your slutty side?" Roger asked, looking over at her in surprise. "Oh, yes! In reality I'm a prim and proper schoolgirl. Well until last week. I just graduated from college. I start my new job on Monday." "That's incredible!" Joey breathed into her ear. His fingers were pumping into her juicy pussy with sloshing noises. "I'm glad you picked tonight to experiment. Just so you know, you are doing a great job of pretending to be a slut." "Thank you," she breathed, as she began to shudder in an orgasm. When she had control of herself again, she removed Joey's wet fingers from her cunt, and licked them clean. When she had his hand clean, she leaned over and unbuttoned his jeans. She looked up in frustration after the third button. "You really should wear pants with a zipper. A girl can't undo them with her teeth very easily when it is a row of buttons." "This is how it's done," Joey said, taking hold of one side and pulling. All the buttons came undone. "It's well-trained." Angie was laughing as she took his cock in her hands. She leaned over and twirled her tongue over the tip, before licking it all up and down the sides. She licked and kissed his cock from one end to the other. When she returned her mouth to the tip, he stiffened in anticipation, and tangled his hands in her long curls. She slowly lowered her mouth over his rock hard cock, taking it into her mouth a little at a time. When she reached the bottom, she suddenly tightened her lips, and sucked hungrily with his cock all the way down her throat. He shuddered at the incredible sensations she was sending through his cock. She lightly scraped her teeth against it as she withdrew to the tip, making the tender flesh tingle. She rolled the tip around in her mouth before pulling his cock in again. Her hand wedged into his jeans and squeezed his balls while her mouth worked wonders on his cock. He held his orgasm off as long as he could, wanting to prolong the feel of her magical mouth on his hot cock, but it wasn't long before he was spurting his cum into her mouth. She sucked his cock with a vengeance as he came, lapping up every drop of the sticky fluid. When she had him clean, she moved her mouth up to his, and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his cum with him. "You're keeping your eyes on the road, aren't you Roger?" she asked, turning her attention to him. Her hand crept into his lap, and she rubbed his cock through his slacks. "I want to get to the casino in one piece." "I'll get us there just fine, don't you worry about that," he assured her. "Aren't you concerned about what people will think when we walk in?" "It doesn't matter," she said nonchalantly. "I'm only staying there this one night." Roger shrugged. If she didn't care, then he didn't either. He knew it was going to be pretty obvious to everyone who saw them what was going on. This was all new to him. His brother was the wild and crazy one who did everything at least once, and kept doing it if he liked it. But, Roger had to admit, at least to himself, that he was enjoying himself a lot. This would definitely be a night to remember. He never dreamed, when he had agreed to play this game with Joey that it would turn out like this. His visions had been of a woman slapping both their faces and storming away. He turned the truck into the parking lot of the casino with relief. His cock was so hard he was going to shoot off in his pants if she didn't move her hand away. As if she heard him, she pulled her hand away and began adjusting her clothing. Joey buttoned his jeans again, and they were all presentable to walk through the casino. Before getting out of the truck, Roger untucked his shirt, and adjusted his hard cock in his slacks. The shirt would hide his erection from view. Angie laughed at his obvious discomfiture. "I'll take care of that soon," she promised. They left the truck with the valet, and Angie walked in the middle again, holding both their arms. She led them straight to the elevator of the hotel. The elevator deposited them on the twelfth floor, and she led the way to her room. As soon as they were in the room, Angie led the way to the big king size bed. "These shoes are killing my feet," she complained, sitting on the foot of the bed. "Get out of them and I will give you a foot massage like you have never had before," Roger said, kneeling on the floor in front of her. He lifted one foot and took her shoe off, and then the other. He massaged her feet gently through her sheer stockings for a moment, then began sliding his hands up her legs to her thighs. She shivered as his hands moved under her skirt. He began rolling one stocking down her shapely leg. "For a proper foot massage, the stockings have to come off." He eased the stocking over her foot and dropped it on the floor. Then his hands went under her skirt for the other one. When he reached her foot this time, he lowered his face and sucked her toe in his mouth. She shivered and moaned as his tongue licked all her toes while he massaged her arch with his hand. He treated the other foot to the same treatment, before slowly licking his way up her leg. When he got to her knee, he spread her legs a bit and moved between them. His mouth sent shivers through her pussy as he sucked his way up the tender flesh of her thigh, pushing her skirt up at the same time. Joey got on the bed behind her and pulled her back between his legs. Her back was pressed against his chest. He moved her long hair to one side, exposing her neck to his mouth. His hands went around her body, rubbing her nipples to hardness through her dress. Roger finally worked his way to her overheated pussy, and sucked her clit into his mouth, and the sensation of having two men sucking and caressing her body at the same time sent her over the edge into the first of many orgasms that night. Roger lifted her legs, and put them over his shoulders. That position left her pussy wide open to his eyes and his mouth. He rubbed his fingers over her clit, then inserted one into her dripping pussy. She shuddered, and fucked his hand while he sucked her clit back into his mouth. She moaned and leaned back against Joey. Joey lifted her arms, and pulled her dress over her head, leaving her naked to their touch. He moved from behind her and lay her back on the bed so that he could get to her tits. Roger pulled away from her pussy long enough to remove his own clothes, and she moaned her frustration at the loss of his mouth, but Joey's hands and mouth on her tits felt so good, that she didn't complain too much. Angie's hands crept down Joey's body until she found the button fly of his jeans. She remembered the little trick he had shown her, and undid the first button and pulled. The rest of the buttons came loose with no effort. She reached into his boxers and pulled out his stiff cock. Joey moved away from her tits, and pulled his shirt off. Tugging his jeans down, he quickly divested himself of them. It only took a moment before Angie felt a cock probing at the eager opening of her wide-open cunt. She raised her legs to Roger's shoulders, and screamed as he plunged his cock in her throbbing pussy. She groped for Joey's cock with her hand, and pulled him to her head. She moaned as she stuffed her mouth full with his beautiful bloated cock meat. She was in heaven, being fucked in the mouth and the pussy at the same time. Roger pulled his cock out, and with a signal to Joey, rolled her over on her stomach. Joey pulled her farther up on the bed, and pushed her into a doggy-style position. He thrust his cock back into her mouth as Roger mounted her from behind. In this position, she was able to take Joey's entire cock into her mouth and she soon worked out a rhythm, going down on Joey when Roger was thrusting deep inside her pussy. She felt her orgasm coming, and her cunt contracted over Roger's hard cock. She screamed around Joey's meat in her mouth, and plunged it in until her nose was buried in his pubic hair surrounding his cock. She shuddered violently in her orgasm, yet she could feel Roger holding back. He wasn't allowing his own orgasm to come. She found out why when he pulled out of her pussy again. Roger lifted her off the bed, and Joey stretched out under her. She was gently lowered onto Joey's jutting cock, with Roger guiding it into her pussy. When she had him firmly implanted in her box, Roger leaned over her back, pressing her forward. She shivered with anticipation when she realized what was happening. Roger's cock, slick with her own juice, explored the rim of her asshole, probing in just a little until she shoved back on it. Roger took encouragement from her motions, and eased his cock into her ass, filling her completely. She writhed in an agony of ecstasy as they plowed into her body. She felt so full! She had never imagined the sensations she was feeling. She began to cum, and it seemed like the orgasm was never going to end. She was out of control, totally incapable of any movement and she was forced to just let them fuck her. When she felt their cocks throbbing inside her in preparation for their own orgasms, the sensation sent her even further over the edge. Roger was the first one to fill her body full of his hot cum. He shuddered and thrust wildly into her tight ass. As he collapsed over her back, his brother shot her pussy full of cum. They fell to a sweaty, panting naked heap of bodies on the bed. Angie reveled in the feeling of being surrounded on her bed by hard muscular bodies with big beautiful cocks. She took one cock in each hand, and idly caressed them. "I don't think I've ever had a more exciting night," Joey told her. "Me either," she said. "I think I will be having many future nights of being a slut. It has definitely been fun, and very satisfying." - LAST PART - On Monday morning, Angie showed up at her new job, dressed demurely in a business suit, with a moderately length skirt. At least moderate compared to the one she wore two nights before. The skirt reached to mid-thigh, being attractive on her without being revealing. Her long auburn hair was piled on her head in a classy, business-like style, and she wore heels with a sensible height. Nobody could possibly guess from the way she was dressed today, that she had been a brazen slut on Saturday, spending the entire night until the early hours of Sunday morning fucking and sucking two total strangers. A dumpy older woman named Gladys showed her the ropes at the office. Gladys was nice, and made Angie feel comfortable. Angie was firmly ensconced in her job when there was a disturbance in the office. She looked, but all she could see was a tall man going through the door at the other end of the building. Gladys approached her shortly after that, and informed her that the boss was ready to meet his new employee. She was led to the office the man had disappeared through. Gladys warned Angie that he might be grumpy, and not to take it personally. They had a serious problem with a big job. She knocked on the door, and they heard a gruff invitation to enter. Angie couldn't believe her eyes as she walked in the door. It was Roger sitting behind the desk, growling into the phone. He hardly glanced at her, so involved was he in the phone conversation. Then suddenly he whipped his head around to stare at her. The look of amazement on his face was priceless to her. He excused himself on the phone immediately, and hung up. "Mr. Ashton, this is Angela Parker, the new accounts payable trainee, the one you hired from California," Gladys introduced her. "Angela Parker," he rolled her name over his tongue. "Who would have guessed?" Gladys looked confused, but he didn't elaborate. "Welcome to Ashton Construction. I hope you will be very happy here." Angie I adjusted the mini skirt over my thighs and pulled the neckline down a little to expose my perky, round breasts. "I'm coming!" I called down the stairs to my impatient mother, who didn't want me to miss the bus. She didn't know that I was spending extra time trying to get ready for school for a reason. Travis...he was the most beautiful boy. Ever since I had seen his band play at the party I went to a few weeks ago, I had been thinking of him non-stop. I had managed to race to the bus-stop just in time to see the big yellow bus roll away. 'Damn it..." I mumbled to myself, throwing my bookbag to the ground. I debated turning around and asking mom for a ride to school, but chose otherwise, knowing my mother would be pissed. So I picked up my bookbag, and hung it over my shoulder, and started walking. I was angry that I had taken so long, and would end up looking like shit anyways because I had to talk almost a mile. I trudged along, with nothing on my mind but Travis. I could feel myself moisten thinking about how he had torn his shirt off at the show to expose his glistening body. Suddenly, I heard a horn behind me. Whirling around, expecting to see my mom, I was astonished to see Travis. My body went numb and I could hardly speak. 'Need a ride?' He ask, flashing a huge pearly grin. 'Well...I can walk...It's ok.' I mumbled, feeling foolish. "You intend on walking a mile to school? Your better off coming with me, you'll be lucky to get there by second period by walking." He opened his car door and motioned for me to sit down. I hesitated, but walked forward and sat down in the car next to the gorgeous senior. "Thank you, Travis" I said, setting my bookbag on the floor. "You know my name?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Of course I do...I mean, everyone knows who you are. You're the lead singer of the schools most popular band. I see all your concerts and I sometimes want to go and meet you after them, but I'm always scared you won't know who I am, even though we had study hall together last year. And maybe you would have laughed at me because last year I was kind of a loser and everyone thought that..." I stopped suddenly started. I couldn't believe all that I had said to him. My face burned red as I look up at him. He laughed a little, but his eyes were focused on my breasts. "It's ok...and yeah I do remember you from last year. You seem a like a completely different person this year." He said averting his eyes from the stare, embarrassed. The thought of Travis looking at my breasts excited me. A completely different person, huh? I wondered what kind of person he thought I was now. "You're a babe..." He said almost as if he had heard my thoughts. I felt so excited, I could feel the heat begin to grow between my legs. I wanted to just get all over him...but I couldn't...not just yet. I was disappointed to approach the school parking lot and pull into it. This meant I would probably never talk to him again, and he would forget all about me. He stopped the car, and looked over at me. "Well..." He said, pausing. I reached down to the floor to grab my bookbag, and had some trouble picking it up. I felt his hands brush my arms as he reached down to help me. After bringing it up from the nook of the seat, I turned to him to thank him. I felt his hands on my cheeks and before I knew it his lips were against mine. Our tongues met and slowly caressed back and fourth, making me hot and excited. His hands moved behind my head and through my thick auburn hair, then tickling the back of my neck. I pushed my body against his, and he lay back in the seat. His kissed moved to my ears, where he nibbled, and then down to my neck. I pulled at the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, so my C cup perfect tits where exposed. I thanked myself I hadn't worn a bra today. My nipples shone a perfect dark pink against my tan toned body. Travis's eyes widened and he moved forward to suck on each nipple. His tongue circled each one, making them pert and hard. I leaned my head back and began to breath heavy as he suckled on each nipple, not neglecting either one. While doing this...his hands moved down waist and to my thighs. His strong hands spread them apart, and he traced his way down my my flaming hot pussy. He slowly caressed my slit through my panties, and finally moved them to the size and used one finger to trace my slit up and down. I moaned with pleasure, feeling myself get wetter and wetter with every touch. His fingers slipped inside and found their way to my puffy wet clit. His fingers traced circles around and around it, making me breath louder. As if to tease me, he pulled his drenched finger out of my little twat. I pulled away from his kissed and looked at his face, pouting. He grinned and looked down at my waiting wet teen cunt. I smiled and winked at him as my hands found their way to his pants button. I unzipped them and pulled out ohis huge cock. It was the biggest one I had ever seen. I lowered my head and began to lick the head, around and around. I pushed his huge man hood into my mouth, I could taste his pre-cum oozing from the tip. I pulled it out for a second and traced my lips with the soggy wet head, teasing him, just as he had teased me. "Oh now your asking for it!" He said laying me down back into the back seat. He pulled my skirt up and spread my legs, and then with one swift movement, pulled my panties off. I felt his huge cock tip trace my cunt, before the finally stuck it in my tight pussy. I howled and screamed as he plunged it in deeper. I looked at his face, filled with pleasure. It didn't take long before I felt his hot load fill me. We both let out load moans and yelps. That wasn't the last time I fucked Travis. It almost became tradition to fuck before school. It also gave me a chance to experience new things...with maybe a few of his buddies...but that's another story all together. Angie Angie left the store and walked across the parking lot toward her car. She was a very attractive young looking, middle aged woman, medium height, full figured with short dark hair and deep brown eyes. She was dressed in a conservative business suit over a white silk blouse and is wearing dark pumps. She was tired after a long day. It was late, the stores were closing and she was carrying a bag containing a few items she picked up on her way home. As she approached her car and fumbled for her keys she did not notice the dark figure waiting between the parked cars in the next aisle. When she got to her car, an SUV, she placed her bag on the ground and opened the back door, then put the bag on the back seat. Just as she turned toward the front door, she suddenly felt powerful arms wrap around her from behind and quickly sweep her off her feet. Before she could cry out, a deep, hard male voice in her ear said, "...don’t make a sound, and you won’t get hurt....” Confusion and panic caused her to freeze for a moment and she felt herself being pulled into the back of the SUV and laid face down across the back seat. She felt her attacker kneel over her and pull her arms behind her. Frozen with terror she heard an unfamiliar raspy, clicking sound and suddenly felt cold hard steel manacles being placed on her wrists. “Please, don’t...”, she whimpered. But at that instant everything went dark as a black cloth hood was pulled roughly down over her head. She felt her assailant shifting around on the seat and suddenly gloved hands gripped her ankles and she heard the sound of tape being ripped and could feel her legs being bound at the ankles. All this happened in the span of a few seconds and, as quickly as it started, the man left the back seat. She heard him open the door and get into the driver’s seat. The van started and Angie felt it begin to move. Suddenly, fear grips her and her she finds her voice, but as she starts to scream, the stereo came on....loud.... pounding music.. Drowning her cries. Unable to move, face down on the back seat, she felt completely helpless and alone, wondering where she was and not daring to think about what is going to happen. As she laid on the seat, music pounding in her ears.. Angie's mind was racing.. If he only wanted her money or her car he would have taken it at the parking lot . . . what did he want? A sudden realization comes over her. Is he planning on raping her? The thought made her mind reel. The reality of the moment, the feeling of being held helpless by an unknown stranger at once terrified and somehow excited her. As a young girl she had often fantasized about a mysterious stranger coming to her room late at night and taking her. These fantasies had sometimes fueled her secret youthful masturbation sessions. As the years passed and she married and started her family, the demands of her husband, children and job had distracted her and diverted much of her energy from the area of sexual fantasy. But lately with her children grown and her husband much less demanding of her attention, Angie had rediscovered the joys of self pleasure. She even had a secret “sex toy” she had purchased to help in her secret pleasures. She had also discovered a new world of sexual variety via her computer. Angie sometimes chatted on-line with strangers and their comments and conversations sometimes excited her deeply. On those occasions, when she had the chance she would retrieve her toy and let her mind run free as she explored her most intimate sexual thoughts. As her passion would grow, and her body responded, stimulated by the feeling of her plaything, and her excitement deepened she would start to visit her most secret and deepest sexual fantasies. It was at times like that the dark stranger would sometimes return to Angie’s thoughts. As she imagined how he looked and the things he did and made her do, she never failed to achieve her strongest and most fulfilling orgasms. But now, the fearful reality of her situation drove all sexual feelings from her mind. After what seemed like an eternity riding in the dark, hearing only the harsh, pounding sound of the car stereo and having no idea where they were.. Angie felt the car start to slow and turn... after a short ride on a rather bumpy road, the car slowed again and made several tight turns and then stopped. Suddenly the stereo cut off and in the silence, Angie heard the sound of a garage door closing. After the door closed Angie felt the driver open his door and in a moment the back door opened and Angie felt cool air enter the car. As she laid shivering on the backseat, waiting anxiously, not knowing what to expect, she suddenly felt his hands on her again. She was pulled roughly from the seat and stood upright on the floor next to her car. Her feet were still bound and her hands were behind her and she wavered unsteadily on her feet, uncertain where he was. His voice, behind her, inches from her ear startled her. "Welcome......,” he said. "You have done well so far...keep it up and everything will be fine..." His voice was clearer now, indicating that his face was uncovered. Angie wondered where she was when she felt his arms around her again and she was once more lifted off her feet. She felt herself being carried after a few steps she felt him start up some stairs. One, two, three... then level again, and a turn to the left and straight and another turn, then down; one, two, three, four, steps and he stopped and carefully set her down. She stood once again shaking on her feet, his hand on her shoulder steadying her. He knelt down at her side and she felt a cold blade on her ankle. "Don’t move.......,” he said. She felt him quickly cut the tape on her ankles and remove it. Relieved, she got her balance and started to regain her senses. "We are in a very private and safe place, no one knows you are here and no one will ever look for you here, do you understand?", he asked. When she failed to respond, he placed his hand on the back of her neck and asked again, a bit more powerfully now, "do you understand?". "Yes...,” she whispered. “Good,” he said, “I want you to know that if you do exactly as I say in every respect, you will not be hurt, do you understand, if so answer me.” "Yes, she said, her voice trembling a bit with fear. "OK then”, he replied. “First rule, no screaming or crying, there is no need and no one will hear you anyway, do you understand,” he said more softly now into her ear. "Yes, I... I do.." Angie responded, more clearly now. She was starting to feel some relief. Now that he was talking to her, telling her she would not be hurt she began to gather herself and her mind began to slow and her thoughts became more clear. He walked around her several times, circling her. She felt his hand gently lift her chin, and run over her shoulder. As he passed behind her, she felt his hand slide around on her waist. It seemed to her almost like a very slow and formal dance as her passed around her three times. Finally he stopped in front of her and spoke. "I am going to take off the hood, the room is a bit dark but you will be able to see.” He then stepped behind her and reached up to untie the cord at her neck then slowly and gently lifted the hood from her head. As he uncovered her face, she saw that she was in a dimly lit room. It was clean, nicely decorated. A couch was against the wall in front her and when she looked to her right she saw a small stairway leading up to a closed door. The voice behind her spoke in her ear, "remember the rules? ,.” She nodded; "Good" he said. “Now turn around..........” Angie heard his voice behind her. "See, there is nothing to be afraid of, just a regular room in a very normal house, in a very nice, secluded neighborhood.” She looked around her and saw a small alcove to her left shielded by a Japanese screen. A fire burned in the fireplace in the corner, and candles flickered on the mantle above. "Now, you may turn around,” he said. Slowly Angie turned to finally see her captor. When she turned, she saw a man standing before her. He was medium height, perhaps 5' 9 or 10", dressed in a black silk sweater, black slacks and shoes. He was wearing a black mask that covered his eyes and head, leaving his mouth and open to her. She saw that he was white and that he had a neatly trimmed moustache. As he smiled, Angie saw that he had white even teeth. "Not the monster you expected, am I?” he asked. He was well built but not massive, and Angie tried to guess his age. His voice was young and strong, but he had an air of cool confidence that made her think that he was older. She could see his eyes through the mask. They were a warm deep brown, and Angie thought she saw a twinkle when he smiled at her. He walked over to a chair in the middle of the room and sat facing her. "Come over here,” he said and motioned for her to approach him. With her hands still cuffed behind her she walked over and stood a few feet from him. He watched her closely and was silent as she stood in from of him. "Would you like for me to release your hands?" she asked. Angie, swallowed hard and hoped that her voice would not betray her. "Yes, please,” she answered in what she hoped was a firm and confident voice. After a moment he replied, "I see. So ask me nicely, then,” he said. Angie thought she heard a bit of amusement in his voice. Angie composed herself for a moment and then said, "Would you please release my hands, I promise I won’t try to run away or hurt you," she said in what she hoped was a pleasant voice. "Of course, my dear,” he said as he stood up and approached her. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her back toward him. She felt his hands grip the cuffs and with a well-practiced move unlock and remove them. After the cuffs were off, his hands rubbed her wrists for a moment. They felt warm and strong, firm yet soft on her wrists. He then turned her back to face him. They now stood face to face. Angie was a petite woman, only 5' 1" tall and as they stood close to each other she had to lift her head a bit to look into his eyes. She did not want to show any fear, Angie somehow sensed that as long as she maintained her composure and did as she was told she would come through this ordeal safely. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed and massaged them. "You are very tense," he said as he continued touching her. "Try and relax, I have not hurt you have I?", he asked in a soft voice. His voice sounded young to Angie, but he seemed so confident and in control of himself. Angie tried to estimate his age and failed. She forced herself to relax and take a deep breath. "No..." she replied softly, the feeling of his hands caressing her shoulders was causing her to relax more as the moments passed and when she looked up at his face again she could see that he was smiling down at her. "Now, that's much better isn’t it," he asked. "Yes, yes it is, " Angie replied, and her voice was much softer and more relaxed that she thought possible under the circumstances. "Good, ....now . . . kiss me,” he said in a firmer masculine voice. Shocked back to the reality of her plight, Angie did not know what to do, but steeling herself she leaned closer to him and reached up and gently kissed his lips quickly. Before she could regain her composure though, he said, "No, not like that....you can do much, much better....try again.” Angie’s heart began to beat more quickly, but before she could respond, he put his hands on her shoulders, leaned down and took her mouth in his. His lips were soft and covered hers fully. Angie tensed for a moment when she felt his mouth open slightly and his warm tongue enter her mouth. She tried for a moment not to respond, but his tongue slid deeper into her mouth and met hers, and she was forced to open wider to accept it. As his tongue moved in her mouth, probing and stroking at hers, Angie felt herself softening in his arms, her mouth relaxing. She felt his arms slide down around her and pull her closer to him. She felt herself lifted slightly by his embrace and almost by reflex she raised her hands to his chest. She could feel his muscles. He felt hard, firm and masculine. Like they had a mind of their own her hands moved across his chest to his shoulders and felt his strength. He smelled tasted good to her. He was wearing an expensive mens cologne and his mouth tasted like mint. As Angie felt his arms around her she began to have familiar, but unaccountable feelings. Waves of pleasure began to build in her and before she could stop herself Angie returned his kiss. His arms holding her, his lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth were making her light headed. Pressing her lips more tightly to his, her tongue reached for his and she felt him tighten his embrace. When at last he broke off their kiss, Angie had to breathe deeply to catch her breath. She should have been terrified, but she was feeling more intrigued and starting to wonder who this man was and her fear was slowly being replaced by a growing interest in what was happening, going to happen, and her surroundings. "That, was much better, don’t you think Angie?"..he asked. Before she could stop herself, Angie replied, "how did you know my name......” He motioned toward the doorway and there on a small foyer table was her handbag, the wallet open next to it and her shopping bag from the mall. "I see,.." she said quietly. "Don’t worry, I am not interested in robbing you, dear girl," he said, and Angie thought she heard a bit of warmth in his voice. Angie gathered herself, "So, what is your name?"., she asked. She saw a smile play across his lips. "You may call me John,” he responded. "Well, now that we seem to be getting to know each other better, why don’t we try and relax a bit,” he said, and turned to walk over to a straight-backed chair sitting in the middle of the room. He sat down, looked at her and motioned for her to come closer. Angie hesitated a moment then walked a few steps to where he sat and stopped about 10 feet away. "No, come closer,” he said and motioned for her to move toward him. Angie took a few more steps and stopped just within arms reach in front of him. She looked at him sitting there in front of her, relaxed and confident. For a moment he sat there regarding her with interest. She saw that he was looking her over carefully, appraising her as his eyes moved from her head to her feet and slowly back again. "Angie, why don’t you try and relax a bit, take off your jacket,” he said at last. Angie suddenly felt snapped back to reality and her fear began to return. He didn’t move toward her, but sat motionless and waited for her response. After a few long and quiet moments, he said "Angie, do you want me to take your jacket off for you?” "No," she said and reached for the top button on her blue business suit. As she slowly undid the buttons, Angie watched for some reaction, but saw nothing, he simply waited until she had opened all the buttons and, then he nodded in her direction and she slid the jacket off her shoulders and held it in front of her. He held out his hand to take her jacket but she didn’t want to let go of her garments, and clutched it closely to her. He rose from his chair and stood in front of her and gently took hold of her suit jacket and turned and placed it over the back of the chair. Angie now stood in wearing a white silk blouse and dark blue slacks. The blouse was slightly sheer and suddenly Angie could feel his eyes on her. As she glanced down she could see that her bra was clearly visible through the blouse, and she imagined that he could see the small bumps her nipples made through her clothes. "You are a very pretty woman," he said after a while. She tried to meet his gaze to show that she was not afraid. As she looked back at him, he was silent but nodded in her direction again, this time she knew what he wanted. "No, please...,” she said, in what she hoped was a firm voice. He regarded her for a moment and reached out with his left hand and carefully took the top button of her blouse in his fingers. With a quick twist and flick he opened the button and Angie felt her heart quicken. His hand dropped to his side. "Now you....go on," he said, with a wry smile. Angie realized what he was asking. Resigned to her fate, Angie looked back into his eyes and reached for the second button and, with as much defiance as possible, opened it. He smiled back at her. "Good, that is much better, " he said, more softly now. "Go on now...finish...,” he said. Angie tried to relax and show no fear. She reached up again and opened the remaining buttons, leaving her blouse hanging open, her white bra, and the soft skin of her belly showing. He stood still, watching her for a moment before he started to walk around her. He placed his hand on her as if to reassure and, as he passed behind her, started to slowly slide her blouse off her shoulders. Angie reached to pull the buttons closed but his voice in her ear stopped her. “No!...just relax Angie, it is going to be fine,”. Angie relaxed her grip and he pulled the blouse from her hands and walked back in front of her. She stood there wearing a white blouse, hands across her breasts, head down feeling a rush of embarrassment. He took her chin in his hand and gently lifted it so that their eyes met. He smiled again, and softly said, “Don’t be shy Angie, let me see you”, and he took her hands in his and moved them to her side. He looked down at her chest. “Ohhhh Angie, what a big girl you are”, he said softly as he regarded her breasts. Her breasts were size 44D, round and very full. They spilled from the top of her bra and stood out firmly from her chest. “You have very lovely breasts, Angie. I had no idea. Do you mind?”, he asked as he reached up and gently cupped her soft full breasts in both his hands. She felt him squeeze her tenderly and lift and weigh her in his hands. “Does that feel good Angie?”, he asked. “Go on, you can tell me,” he said. Angie fought against the feeling but his hands were so warm and firm. He felt so tender but strong, she felt her heart racing and could also feel her nipples hardening under his touch. He noticed it too and she felt his fingers gently stroke and start to roll her nipples through the thin material of her bra. “It looks like you do like it, after all”, he chuckled as he pulled gently at her erect nipple through her bra. “You should be proud Angie, you have beautiful breasts. For a woman your age, I would say they are spectacular”. He released her breasts and returned to the chair and sat down. He sat for a moment before he said, “OK, now the pants..”he said in a firmer more commanding voice. Angie’s heart jumped. Standing there in her bra, being handled, touched by this stranger in this strange place was bad enough but the idea of showing more of herself to her captor caused Angie’s mind to race. “Don’t be shy now, Angie, go on.... or do I have to do it myself?". he asked, his voice on taking on the harder edge it had earlier. Something in his voice told her that it was no use to resist and that her safety depended on her full compliance with this man. She took a deep breath and, with as much courage as she could muster, she reached down and unsnapped then unzipped her slacks. She waited a moment, then slowly slid her slacks down over her full, round hips and then on down her shapely legs. She kicked off first one then the other of her shoes, then lifting her legs she finished taking off her pants. She looked up at him and saw he was smiling back at her. With her last shreds of defiance, she tossed her pants toward him and he caught them then folded and laid them over the back of the chair with her jacket and blouse. Angie Inspired by the song "Angie” ***** "...tonight showers and possible thundershowers. And that's the news for Saturday, July 18th and I'm..." July 18th. Eight weeks now. Eight whole weeks of this... this... nightmare. I just can't take it any more. If only it would end. Anything, even death would be better than this. Trapped inside this radio by a witch. Well, she's a witch to me even if everyone else thinks she's just a harmless, crazy girl. Angie, the poor mentally retarded girl next door. Now you be nice to Angie, Billy. And don't say anything mean while her parents are here. Mother, if you only knew. If only I could talk to you. You'd see just how nice she really is. Angie isn't as dumb as everyone thinks either. She tricked me good. I was the stupid one. What's a young guy supposed to do when a girls always teasing him? She drove me loony with her tricks. You see our bedroom windows face each other. Every night she'd dance around her room. The first few times I could barely see anything between her curtains. I guess I was trying to get a look at her while she was getting undressed. I know I shouldn't have but all guys try it at some time in their youth. Any ways, she must have noticed because she soon started to put on a show for me. Oh not obviously, but it was a show nonetheless. She'd leave the curtains open a few inches or forget to close them all together. She'd dance around the room. Swaying provocatively. At first fully dressed but as time went on she'd leave her shirt open a little or dance in a towel. Soon she was down to just her underwear. I was really going out of my mind. I couldn't eat or concentrate in school or anything. Mom sure noticed something was up. I pretended I just didn't feel well. Maybe I should have just told her about it. That way maybe they could have found me. I heard all about the search on the radio. Boy missing... Towns people volunteer to search... still no news of the missing boy... Police fear the worst..." and finally "Search for the Harris boy has been called off after eight fruitless weeks. Police say the file will be kept open but it is feared that he must be dead. "Hey everybody. I'm not dead. Not dead. Do you hear me! I'M NOT DEAD!" It's no use. Nobody can hear. I've screamed some days until I couldn't talk and then I'd cry for hours until at last I'd fall asleep. Sleep. Thank goodness for that. It's been my one and only refuge in this place. Usually fitful and often filled with nightmares, there have still been times I could forget all this. Some times when I wake up I'd think I was at home in bed and mom had breakfast frying. I'd think it had all been just a bad dream only to fully awaken and find that the horror was true. Oh so very true. Oh and then came that long Friday night. I hadn't been sleeping well all week but that night I didn't sleep at all. Angie danced in front of her window all night. Starting fully dressed and treating me to a slow, seductive strip tease. well as you can imagine I stayed glued to that window until dawn. Finally she must have got tired because she went to bed. I tried to rest but sleep evaded me. The thought of her drove me mad. Restlessness drove me outside. I saw Mr Harcroft load his gulf clubs in the car. Mrs Harcroft came running out for a ride to the market. She'd walk home. The house was empty except for Angie. Lust and passion took over. Without thinking I went straight into their house. I never really had a clear image in my mind what I was going to do. I was just doing. It was as if my mind was clouded preventing clear thinking. There was some kind of unrelenting force pulling me to that room. Outside her door I hesitated. Music. She had her radio on again. Still that force pulled me on. Part of me wanted to run but after all those nights of watching her I also wanted to go in. The lust inside me started to grow. My blood was pounding, my head throbbing. I threw open the door. Arrrh! The music was blaring. Assaulting my being. An evil force bombarding my brain. Hypnotising me, controlling me, suppressing my will. Beside the radio stood Angie. She was totally naked but the fact didn't really register. The look and feel of evil about her was shocking. I've never seen anything that evil before. The thought still makes me tremble. "Close the door." she said and I did. With no thought on my part my body obeyed her command. "Come here." And again I did. My mind was no longer in control of my body. Inside my mind was screaming but outwardly my body was calmly doing everything she demanded. She made me become her lover. Doing all the things that I had ever dreamed of and much more. All those things that I thought would be so fun, so good and they were so terrible. She used me and abused me at will. There was nothing I could do. I was totally humiliated and my spirit was broken. When she was done with me she casually turned to the radio and began to turn the volume down. As she turned the volume down. I got smaller with the sound. Toward the radio I'm bound. Never to be found. I shrink and shrink until the music is all but gone and I'm trapped somewhere inside the radio. My body returned somewhat to my control and I start to scream. Then I heard her laugh. Evil laughter, going on and on and on... I must have passed out then for the next think I remember it was all quiet but for the sound of the radio. I could just make out what was on. Another song but this time a mellow one. It helped my nerves. I remember looking around that first time. I seemed to be suspended outside of space. I could see the room and the witch on the bed from where the radio was. Only it was hazy as in a dream. Where I was there was nothing. It didn't make sense but then, nothing about this did. I guess the shock had hit me pretty hard because I passed out again. The next thing I remember is a voice. It was a woman's voice saying "Good night Angie." A door shutting. ANGIE! Everything came flooding back then. The sleepless nights, the music, the radio and her horrid laughter. I looked up to see her starring at the radio, at me. I was her prisoner, her slave. As long as the radio was on I'd have to obey her. If it would go off I'd be gone. Probably dead she thought because none of the others had ever been heard from again. I was only her third guest she said. The first was lost when she turned the radio off, not knowing better at the time. The second went due to an electrical storm that had knocked the power out. But I wasn't to worry because she had hooked some batteries up that were supposed to cut in if the power ever failed again. She said she wouldn't want to lose her private lover. If I'd had a choice I think I would take death over this. Well that's how I got into this mess and I've spent the last eight weeks being her slave. Answering to her every whim. Never eating. Sleeping only from total exhaustion. Not growing older, just thinner and probably crazier as the days go by. She mentioned that once. My thinness. She claims that the radio should keep me alive so that I don't need food or get older. I think maybe I've just lost the will to live. I sure don't have much hope of ever escaping. It's raining. Hope we don't get too much lightning. I remember the last time. It nailed a pole and out went the power. I could feel it coming some how. The radio fading and then the emptiness, the total blankness of not existing for that fraction of a second before the batteries cut in. It was terrifying. I don't know which is worse living in this hell or dying and that emptiness. It sure is something, man's will to survive. I've had time to think in here and I really wonder about it. Here I am, totally helpless in a horrifying state, thinking that death would be a welcome release but still when the moment comes when I am close to death I would fight and struggle just to stay alive. It's really weird. When I have to live in these conditions I want to die but when I'm about to die I want to live, no matter what the conditions. If I had to choose right now and had the power to do so I don't know what I'd do. Hey! That lightning was close. I was so busy thinking I didn't notice the storm getting worse. Here comes another one. Oh no! there goes the power. "Damn batteries..." Angie My wife and I are both professionals and therefore have to be very discrete. For that reason I'll call her "Angie" rather than use her real name. Angie and I have had some swinging experiences over the course of several years, and although we'd exchanged partners with some other couples and had a great time, Angie in particular had never felt completely satisfied. As she put it after one evening with another couple, "it was fun for awhile, but as soon as he came, he quit; and just about then is when I'm ready for more." That's one thing about Angie - sometimes she can be a little slow to start, but once she gets turned on she just wants more and more sex. While I'm pretty good at keeping going, I realize that her criticism of men in general is true: once we've cum it takes us awhile to get back in the saddle. I suggested that one way to solve that problem would be to go to a real swinging party, where there would be plenty of men to take care of her continuing needs, and Angie eagerly agreed. We had read about a couple of "on premise" clubs in Pennsylvania, and we decided to try one of them, one fall weekend. We called the club during the week, and sure enough there were parties both Friday and Saturday night, for couples and "select singles." Because it was a pretty long drive, we didn't try to make it to the Friday night party, but drove up on Saturday afternoon. The fall foliage was in its full display, and we had a beautiful drive - at one point even leaving the interstate highway to wander awhile through the resplendent wooded countryside. Back on the interstate, we discussed what we expected to see and do at the club that night. I mentioned to Angie that she'd always fantasized about big guys (in all dimensions), and she agreed that she was hoping to find some big cocks at the party. She knows that I enjoy her orgasms as much as, or even more than, I enjoy my own, so she elaborated a little on what it would be like to cum on a monster cock. Listening to Angie's fantasy, I began to develop a raging hardon. When she noticed the tent in my pants she leaned over, unzipped my pants, and freed my 7" cock. She leaned over and blew gently on the tip, then quickly deep-throated me before backing off and starting to lick around the glans. I warned her that if she continued that action, we might go off the road. In response, she took the knob in her mouth and sucked hard for about two seconds, then pulled back so it came out of her mouth with a slurpy noise. Then Angie sat back in the seat. I reached across and ran my hand along her thigh. She sighed and slid down slightly in the seat, her skirt rising and her legs coming apart. My hand moved slowly across the inside of her thigh, caressing her skin through her pantyhose. Gradually I moved it up to her crotch. Although the pantyhose kept me from feeling much, I could tell from the temperature and slight moistness that Angie was getting turned on. I tried to pull her pantyhose down, but that proved to be impossible to do while driving. So she just slipped her hand down inside the pantyhose and started to masturbate gently. I returned my hand to my own hard cock, just keeping myself at the tingly level, but not approaching an orgasm. Just then, we saw a sign for a rest stop and Angie suggested we should pull in for a potty break. I pulled into the parking area, parked and stuffed my softening cock back in my pants before getting out of the car. We walked together toward the building with public toilets, my arm around Angie's shoulders. After I had peed I returned to the car. Angie wasn't there yet, but she appeared in a minute, sauntering down the pathway with a grin. As she slid into the car, Angie casually tossed her panty hose into the back seat. Back on the highway, my hand immediately made it back to her thigh, which I stroked slowly. By the time I had reached the top of her thigh, her legs were spread wide and her skirt was hiked up to her hips. I glanced over to her newly-shaven pussy, which was spread open waiting for me. Eyes back on the road, I put my hand on her crotch. Her clit was already swollen, and I placed my middle finger just under its exposed tip. She let out a little yelp and pushed herself into my hand, but I just left my finger there, teasing her. "Oh, God, please," she moaned. I mover my finger a tiny bit and she cried out again, but I still didn't give her what she wanted. Raising her bare feet up onto the dashboard, she put her hand down between her legs and stuffed her fingers into her twat. As she did so, she humped up into my hand. I finally stopped my teasing and, flattening my fingers over her swollen clit, rubbed it quickly from side to side. Maybe it was the long buildup, or maybe the new situation, but Angie immediately began to cum, pumping her fingers into her wide-open cunt as I rubbed her whole clit. "Oh, God, yes! Just like that! Don't stop!" she shrieked. She pressed her butt up off the seat and curled her toes as she came. After a minute or two, she pushed my hand away and settled back into her seat. It was just as well that I now had both hands free, as our exit was coming up. I slowed the car and took the exit ramp, then turned onto the surface road that would take us to our motel. I wondered what the truckers passing by might have thought, but it was getting pretty dark by then and I figured they probably hadn't seen anything. Angie, however, wasn't done yet. Pulling the skin of her clitoris up with one hand, she exposed the bright red tip and massaged it gently with the other hand. As I mentioned before, with Angie one orgasm leads to another, and she was ready to continue. A couple of times she paused to put some saliva on her finger, then returned to rubbing herself. "What are you fantasizing?" I asked. "Oh, " she responded, "just a big stud licking me and fucking me for hours on end." She closed her eyes again and soon started to make whimpering noises. "Oh, yessssss ..." Her body bucked and then straightened out against the seatbelt as she came for the second time. By now I had my hard cock out again and I ran my fingers lightly over it, smearing the pre-cum over the head, but in the interest of safe driving I didn't jerk off, much as I wanted to. Just after Angie had recovered from her orgasm, we got to our motel. I stuffed my hard cock back in my pants and hoped my arousal wouldn't be too noticeable. I parked the car out front, and Angie gave me a long, promissory kiss before we went in to register. "First in the shower!" Angie exclaimed as soon as we were in the room. Throwing off her clothes, she unpacked her toilet kit and headed for the bathroom. She's a tall woman, about 5'11", and has a fantastic body, with big C-cup boobs, a great ass and long legs. Just the sight of her naked body turns me on, even after all these years. I stripped also, then lay back on the bed to watch the featured college football game on TV as I waited my turn in the shower and gently fondled my half-hard cock. The colleges playing that day weren't of particular interest to me, and I suddenly noticed that the sound of the shower had changed. Curious, I went into the bathroom, pulled the shower curtain back a little, and looked in. The showerhead had a extension hose that allowed Angie to pull the head away from its fixture. She was leaning against the wall with the showerhead held up against her crotch. It was set to "pulsing" mode. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily and moaning slightly. Her nipples were erect, pointing slightly upward as they do when she's turned on. As I watched silently, she suddenly let out a much louder moan, hunched her shoulders and then straightened her whole body suddenly as she came for the third time that day. Relaxing, she took the showerhead away from her crotch and opened her eyes to see me standing there, my rock-hard cock in my hand. "Hi," she grinned. "Is that a gun in your hand or are you just glad to see me? Help me dry off and then fuck my brains out." I was only too happy to oblige, and, with each of us wielding a big hotel towel we soon had her dry - or at least as dry as we could, as she kept on getting wet between her legs! We quickly retired to the bed, where she sat and immediately took my cock in her mouth. First, Angie licked gently around the end of my cock and up the shaft as she fondled my balls. Returning to the tip, she slid it gently into her mouth and deep down her throat, then started a slow in-and-out motion that nearly drove me over the edge. When she felt me get even harder, she pulled her head back and looked me in the eye as she slowly pumped my cock with her hand. "Now will you fuck me?" she asked. "You bet, " I said, and as soon as she lay back and spread her legs I was between them. Her cunt was incredibly hot and wet, and I had to take the first strokes cautiously for fear of losing control. At one point, when I wasn't sure I could hold out any longer, I pulled out of Angie and rubbed the end of my cock against her clit, which I know she really loves. All this time, she was moaning louder and louder, and now she cried, "I'm almost there! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" So I rammed back into her and started to pump like mad. She started screaming, loud enough so I wondered if the manager might show up, then yelled "I'm cumming! Oh, God! I'm cumming!" Her body bucked with the orgasm as she screamed again, and as I kept pounding into her she started to build to another peak. "Oh, again, " she cried. "Now you, too!" I didn't need much encouragement, and as she let out another scream my cock started to pulse and I shot my load into her. I then collapsed on top of her, sharing a big deep kiss. "Oh, lover, " she said, "I needed that. Now, go take your shower and let's go to the party!" When we arrived at the club, we were greeted by an attractive woman dressed in a see-through blouse with no bra, who took down our names and asked us to sign a statement that we weren't from the press or police. After we paid the party fee, a couple appeared and said they'd show us around. They took us to the bar, where we deposited the bottle we'd brought, and showed us a large dance floor with tables all around. There was music playing, but although the tables were more than half-full, nobody was dancing yet. "There will be a disk-jockey in about half an hour, " our guides informed us. Then they led us to a room with two large Jacuzzis occupied by two couples and a few single men, and finally back to the private rooms, which were all unoccupied. Some had double beds, some had several double mattresses pulled together to form a group room. They were all clean and, except for the beds or mattresses, bare of furnishings. "The rules are pretty simple, " they told us. "If you see a closed door, stay away. An open door means you can enter the room, but don't join into any sex play without asking first. Except in the Jacuzzi and in the group rooms, always ask before you touch, and everywhere, 'no' means 'no.' If you don't want to do something, just say 'no'. If somebody says 'no', simply stop. No explanations are required. If you have any trouble with anybody, get one of the security guards to help you out." With a final warm welcome, they left us at the bar. We got drinks and went to the dance floor, where the disk jockey was just warming up. Pretty soon, the dance floor was crowded with sexy-looking couples, mostly "dirty dancing". Another couple came up and introduced themselves and we had a few dances with them. They were nice enough, but when Angie and I got a chance to talk privately we agreed that neither of them did anything for us. We had noticed three attractive couples at a table, and when two of the couples got up to dance we strolled over and I asked to dance with the remaining woman. She agreed, and the man asked Angie to dance, too. My partner was extremely friendly, rubbing her breasts against my chest as we fast-danced and pressing her crotch against mine. After a couple of fast dances the disk jockey played a slow one, and we immediately moved into a close embrace, her face snuggled up under my chin. I moved my hands down to cup her ass, and she moved even closer against me. I slowly slid her skirt up and discovered that she had no panties on. While I cupped one ass cheek in my right hand, I moved my left hand around between us. She parted her legs so I could fondle her naked pussy, which was already sopping wet. I wasn't sure how Angie would take seeing me clutching the girl's ass with one hand as I fondled her with the other, so I glanced over to see how she was doing. I needn't have worried - she, too, was enjoying the dance. As I watched, I saw her humping against the guy's crotch as she gave him a big, open-mouthed kiss. The dance ended, and as they separated I saw her hand move to his pants, where she gave his cock a quick caress. I danced the next dance with Angie, and suggested we ask that couple if they'd like to join us in one of the back rooms; she was agreeable, but when we came back to the table the other couple had gone to the bathrooms. Disappointed, we decided to check out the Jacuzzi room. There were now three couples in one of the tubs, along with four single guys, and we decided to join them. We went to a little window where an attendant was handing out towels, then went to the poolside deck and stripped. Cautiously, we stepped into the very hot water and sat on one side. One of the couples appeared to be fucking, with the girl sitting on the guy's lap. There was a general conversation going on amongst the others, about the weather and fall colors. All the time the couples seemed to be fondling each other under the water, and at least one single guy appeared to have gotten into the action with one of the couples. Angie and I, of course, had our hands in each others' crotches as we talked nonchalantly with the other couples. My cock was hard again, and I could feel that Angie's pussy was still slippery, despite being rinsed by the circulating water. Pretty soon, I felt too hot, and sat up on the edge of the tub with my hardon bobbing out in front of me. Angie took this as an invitation to suck me; she turned around and, kneeling on the underwater bench, put the tip of my cock in her mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of her tongue on my glans. When I opened my eyes, I saw that we had drawn the attention of two of the single guys. One of them, an average-sized slightly overweight guy, caught my eye and moved across the tub toward Angie's exposed ass. When he came close, he raised his eyebrows in query, and I nodded OK. He put his hand between Angie's legs. She pulled away from my cock and looked at me inquiringly, then smiled and went back to licking me. She moaned as he stuck his fingers in her cunt and started finger-fucking her. Pretty soon she took her mouth away from my cock and started to concentrate on what was happening between her legs while continuing to massage my shaft. I disengaged her hand and slipped down into the water beside her. The guy was pumping three fingers into her wide-open hole. She was moaning now, and definitely attracting attention from the other people in the tub. One of them, a tall thin guy who had been sitting opposite us, had moved over to her side and was watching intently. When Angie was on the edge of cumming, the guy behind her moved up onto his knees and put his cock between her legs. Reluctantly, I said, "Sorry, but you can't go there without a condom on." This was one of the firm rules Angie and I had agreed on. He nodded in understanding, and Angie turned to sit facing him, between me and the tall guy. She immediately took the cock in front of her face into her mouth, meanwhile reaching down to take my cock in her hand. I looked across her beautiful breasts and saw that she was reaching out with her other arm, presumably to grab the cock of the guy on the other side of her, too. I could tell that she was in heaven, with three men enjoying her every move! The guy in front of her started to cum, and she swallowed every drop (which was a good thing, as you're not supposed to put any jism into the Jacuzzis). He went back to sit opposite us, and she turned her attention to the guy alongside us. I reached down between her legs, only to find his hand already there. Releasing his cock, Angie turned to me and gave me a deep kiss. "He's hard and he's big, " she whispered, as she continued to fondle my stiff cock. "Let's go somewhere." I agreed, and she invited the guy to join us. "Sure, " he said, and stood up to leave the tub. His cock was only half erect at this point, but even so it was a good 10" long, and about as big around as mine when I'm completely hard - which I was, as I stood up to follow Angie and her new sex partner. We got out of the tub, toweled ourselves off, and introduced ourselves as we put our clothes back on. The guy's name was Ron, and he came from Lancaster. He said he had only come there one time before, and had not had any luck. That was about to change! We wandered up the hallway to the sex rooms. Several of the doors were closed and we could hear various sounds of sex coming from behind them. One door was open (a sign that others are welcome) but the two couples inside were occupying the two double beds, so we continued on down the hall. At the end, an open door led to a large room covered with double mattresses. Directly in our view through the door was a man lying on his side stroking a huge erection and watching the action alongside. We moved into the doorway and saw the man's partner and two other couples, including the couple we'd been dancing with earlier. One girl was lying on her back as another man pumped his cock into her while one of the other girls sucked her erect nipples. The remaining couple was on the far side of the room, fucking steadily. Angie, Ron and I stripped and climbed onto the mattress alongside the single guy with the big cock. Ron's cock was completely limp now, and Angie immediately started sucking it back to its earlier state. She really worked it over, alternately licking around the edge of his glans and taking the bulb in her mouth while fondling his big balls. His cock grew and hardened quickly under her ministrations, and pretty soon it was difficult for her to get even the whole head of it in her mouth. I could see the outline of the tip against her cheeks when she sucked on it. This was a real turn-on for me, but when I looked around there was nobody really available to play with. So I moved around behind Angie's beautiful ass, which was sticking up in the air alongside Ron's legs, and fed my cock into her hot pussy. If I leaned over, I could watch Angie sucking Ron, and the sight of her mouth curving around that big bulb, combined with her little cries as I fucked her and the moaning of the other threesome and couple, turned me on fantastically. As my excitement increased, I picked up the pace until I was pounding into my wife's cunt, with a loud slap at the end of every stroke. Angie took her mouth off Ron's cock and held his shaft with her hand as her orgasm approached - I guess she was afraid of biting off the end of his cock if she kept it in her mouth! The man alongside us had rolled over to face us and was now watching the action while stroking his fat hardon. What with the sight of all the fucking and sucking, and the sounds of ecstasy, it was only a few minutes before I felt the familiar tingling in my balls, and with a few extra-hard strokes I pumped my load into Angie's cunt. At the same time, Angie yelled "Oh, God!" and came. She was still cumming as I finished, and I kept pumping her, but my cock had already started to shrink. I moved away from her and said to Ron, "Your turn." Angie He had already put on a condom, and quickly moved around behind Angie. Her cunt was wet with my cum and her own lubrication, and wide open to his big cock, and he slid into her smoothly. "Oh, God, " Angie said again, as his long organ went almost all the way in. Ron started to move in and out of Angie with long smooth strokes, and I could see her cunt lips clinging to his cock as he pulled back, then pushing inward with every thrust. She had really not come down from her previous orgasm, and soon was cumming again, with repeated cries. It was a tremendous turn-on for me to watch this tall man fucking my wife, and I was starting to get hard again. To see better, I lay on my back and slid my head under her stomach. With one hand, I fondled her erect nipples and with the other I rubbed her clit. By now, she was cumming almost continuously, over and over, as I watched Ron's big cock slip in and out of her. Then she moved to the side slightly and took the other guy's cock in her hand. I judged it was thicker than Ron's, though not as long. From where I was, I could see Angie's hand pumping the new cock, then, by simply changing the direction of my glance, I could see Ron's cock pumping in and out of her. As I watched, Ron's pace picked up as Angie came again and again, and with a loud grunt he pushed his pole all the way in as he came inside her hot hole. After a few seconds, Angie moved over to take the other guy's cock in her mouth, and I scooted out from underneath her. I looked around the room. The woman I'd been dancing with earlier in the evening was sitting on a guy's hard cock, rocking her ass backward and forward on his crotch. I crawled over to watch. Her tempo was increasing, and it looked as if she was trying to break off the guy's penis. Her moans turned into screams, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Oh God, Yes!" After she had been cumming for a few seconds his balls pulled up tight against the base of his cock and I realized he was about to cum, too. A second later, he lifted his hips off the bed, girl and all, and gave out a shout of pleasure. I could see his cock grow and pulse as he came. Shortly after, she tumbled off him and he rolled off the mattress, mumbling something about going to the bathroom. She seemed to be a little disappointed, and I noticed she was fingering herself gently. She caught my eye and smiled, and I took that for all the invitation I needed. I climbed between her legs and commenced licking her prominent clit. She immediately began to cum again, and after her orgasm subsided she said, "Fuck me, please!" So I slipped on a condom and knelt between her legs. God, she was tight! I had to ease in slowly, but fortunately she was well lubricated and so was my condom. I was soon deep into her, and she put her legs around me and started to pull me hard against her. This time I was able to hold off longer from cumming, and I fucked her to orgasm after orgasm. I glanced over to see that Angie was standing next to the mattress, bent almost double, and the guy with the fat cock was standing behind her, fucking her for all he was worth. As he pounded into her she up against him, until he was hitting the wall with his butt on the backstrokes. Her cries joined the general sound of people enjoying fucking and sucking and cumming. I lifted my partner's legs over my shoulder, increasing the friction in her slippery cunt. Crying "Oh, yes, yes," she spread her thighs wide and started fingering her clit vigorously. She was clearly about to have another orgasm, and was bucking her hips up against me on each stroke. I could feel my orgasm approaching as well, and when I heard Angie start to scream the way she only does when her orgasms are particularly intense, I started to cum, too. Even though I had cum earlier, I seemed to spurt huge quantities of jism. My partner stiffened with one final orgasm, and we sank to the mattress, exhausted. I glanced over to see that Angie, too, had finished her fucking; as I watched, her partner pulled his huge cock out of her. His condom had about a pint of cum in it. Angie came over and told me she was totally exhausted by all the fucking. It was late, and the place was about to close down, so we dressed and drove back to out motel. We were too tired for sex and fell asleep immediately, but next morning when we woke I moved down to lick Angie's cunt. Her clitoris was big and swollen, and stuck out from her cunt lips like a little penis. As soon as I licked it gently, she bucked her hips up against my mouth. "Yes, " she said, "Just like that!" I licked her again, then lifted my head. "I've only got one cock, " I teased, "and it's nothing like the ones you fucked last night. Is it even worth continuing?" "Oh, yes!" she responded. Then she added, with a twinkle in her eye, "I can always fantasize that you're one of them." The sex we had in the next couple of hours was as good as anything we've ever had - and that's saying something. But all fantasies need reinforcement, and we have already planned to return to the club another weekend. Angie "OK I'll be back by 6." He yelled up the stairs. "Bye Dad. See you later." I heard the door slam and a moment later heard his car pull out of the drive. I waited a few more minutes just to be safe before opening the drawer and taking the vibrator out. My already turned on body reacted to the buzzing and tingled. I lay back holding the ears against my clit, a powerful orgasm shook me within moments a second followed soon afterwards. I'd had the dream again and I needed the release of an orgasm or two or three. I could hear the voice from my dream encouraging me, I could almost see him sitting at the end of my bed, watching, assessing. I was sweating as the third and most powerful orgasm left me panting and moaning. I had been having the dream for as long as I can remember but its power to turn me on had never reduced. The man in it was always in shadow, just out of reach, but his voice was clear, crystal clear. The dream would start with him standing in the doorway watching me, talking to me in a crooning voice as he encouraged me to pleasure myself as he watched. He would tell me to spread my legs wide so he could see my glistening pussy and watch my fingers slide in and out of myself. He would tell me how he was going to fuck me and use me for his pleasure. I would wake trembling and yearning with my hand between my legs still hearing his voice. Lying back as my body quietened, I looked around the room, I had not stayed here for years and it still had some of my stuff from when I was a teenager. I was moving back in with Dad while I got my Masters in Education. He and Mum had split when I was 10 and Mum had taken my sister Nancy and me to the other side of the country to get away from what she called his control freak ways. They were polar opposites, my parents. Mum was a liberal in every sense of the word, a free spirited, totally disorganised whirlwind. Nan and I spent our childhood in chaos, wonderfully creative chaos where we were encouraged to treat Mum like our best friend and advisor. Our summer visits to Dad were the exact opposite, there were rules to be obeyed and we were each given two projects to complete over the summer. One was usually academic like reading War and Peace and one was physical, like the summer I was challenged to be able to swim 50 lengths of the pool before the end of August. I was always nervous in the water and this was Dad's way of helping me get over it. Mum was a complete hands-on parent and knew almost every thought that we had but Dad, well he was more remote, we knew he loved us, but he was nowhere near as demonstrative. It felt odd, being 20 and back here, but it was saving me a fortune in rent and Dad was always out working. I got on better with Dad than either Mum or Nancy, Nan having inherited much of our mother's relaxed attitude to life. Me, I was quieter, not such an extrovert, I preferred a good book to a party and had made a conscious decision to focus on my studies. Dating took up too much time. I told myself it was not because Nancy had gotten all the looks in the family, she had Mum's long red fiery hair, pale alabaster skin and was slim. I had developed early and it always embarrassed me, I wore loose clothes to hide as much as possible. My hair was darker red and I was plagued by freckles. Mum tried to make me feel better by saying that I was curvaceous but I knew what she meant. No amount of time in the gym could make me sleek and slim like Nancy. I had accepted it. Most of the time. I had a few weeks still to go before classes began but had already moved in. I needed some quite time to cover the course reading list and was buried in a book out by the pool when Dad got home from work. "Did you have a good day?" he asked as he walked through to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. "Yeah, I did thanks. You?" "Was ok, am going to grab a shower and then we'll see about dinner. Gabby is coming over about 7." Gabby was Dad's latest girlfriend, I hadn't met her, but then I had not met any of the women in Dad's life they did not tend to be around for long. Mum always said that it was because he was selfish, but I think part of her also wanted to believe he had never gotten over her. Whatever the reason, women came and went in Dad's life and Nancy and I stopped trying to remember their names. "Great, I've made lasagne." It was one of the few things I made well but I was already talking to his back as he headed upstairs. I opened a bottle of wine to let it breath while I set the table and put together a salad, then headed up to change for dinner. Gabby was prompt as I knew she would be, I could not imagine Dad being with someone who was not punctual. She was dark haired, slim, smartly dressed and self assured. She flirted openly with Dad during dinner and was very touchy feely laying her hand on his thigh several times as we sat and had coffee afterwards. Dad seemed to enjoy the attention and I tried to look at him objectively as a man and not my Dad. When I was a kid, of course I had thought he was the most handsome man on the planet. Looking at him now, I had to admit that he still had it. He was in good shape, regular squash matches with Uncle Phil made sure of that. He smiled easily and it made his green eyes crinkle at the edges. He still had all his hair, unlike Uncle Phil. He was successful, dressed well and when he was in the mood, could be very funny. I had cooked so Dad and Gabby cleared up. When they were in the kitchen I watched as Gabby put her arms around his waist and pulled him to her and they kissed. I knew I should look away but couldn't. I found myself wondering if he was a good kisser. Wow, where did that thought come from. I got up, shouted good night and went to my room. I had set out a study schedule for myself and was determined to keep to it so needed to read a few more chapters before getting some sleep. I woke with a start and sat up trying to work out what the noise had been. Was it a burglar or simply the noises of the house? Then I heard it again. It was muffled but sounded close. I didn't know what to do, go and investigate or just go back to sleep. Curiosity got the better of me and opening the door, I realised it was coming from Dad's room. I giggled, Dad and Gabby were having some fun. Still smiling and about to close the door, I heard Gabby's voice. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me, fuck your little whore, fuck her harder." Gabby was calling Dad, Daddy? The rational part of my brain thought it was weird. But my clit had other ideas and began to throb. I knew I should close the door and mind my own business but I couldn't. I pulled on a robe and tip toed out into the hallway. "Yes, Daddy, that's it, show your whore who owns her." Gabby's voice was clear as a bell. I could also hear grunts, I guessed they were Dad's contribution. Gabby let out a series of "Yes's" and I could hear the low rumble of Dad's voice but couldn't make out what he was saying. I held my breath and concentrated, trying to pick what he was saying. It was too low. I took another step forward. By now I could see the door to Dad's bedroom, it was open just about an inch, the light spilling out into the hall. Even then I knew I should turn around and go back to bed, but I had come this far. One of Mum's phrases popped into my head: May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. I took another step towards the door. I heard a loud smack and Gabby squealed. My god, what is he doing to her. I had to see. One more step took me to the edge of the door frame and I peered through the small gap. I couldn't see the bed, but I could see the mirror on the wardrobe and in it the reflection of Dad kneeling on the bed and Gabby on all fours in front of him. Dad was fucking her from behind, he must have been fucking her hard as I could see her tits swaying. As I watched Dad grabbed a handful of Gabby's hair and used it to pull her head back. Gabby let out a shriek. It was so hot watching them, my pussy was on fire, I rubbed it through my nightdress. Dad's face contorted as he announced he was going to cum. He told Gabby to roll over and I got to see Dad's cock for the first time. I have not seen many close up, but it looked bigger than those, definitely wider. He was pumping it in his hand and spurt after spurt of his cum flew down onto Gabby. I couldn't see where it landed but Gabby was making "yum" noises. When he stopped, he just knelt there looking down at her and smiling said: "Such a fucking slut." I heard Gabby laugh and then she raised her head and took his cock in her mouth. "That's it girl, clean Daddy's cock. Show Daddy how much you love his cock." He held her head in place and looked out across the room. Looking straight at the mirror. Oh god could he see me? I ducked back into the hallway and ran as quietly as I could back to my room and my bed. The image of Gabby's mouth stretching to take Dad's cock was clear in my head. Despite the fright of him looking up like that, I was so turned on. I slid my hand down to find my pussy soaking wet. I replayed the whole scene in my head and came heavily before drifting back to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, Saturday, Gabby had already left by the time I got up. After saying our good mornings Dad asked me to sit down for a moment. "Sweetheart there is something I would like to talk to you about." "Sure Dad, is something wrong?" "No, sweetie, it was just last night..." His voice trailed off. I knew I was blushing I dropped my head and let my hair shield the growing redness of my face. He cleared his throat before continuing: "Well it is a bit difficult. Last night when I was emmmm." He hesitated. "When I was with Gabby in my bedroom." He paused again. "While I was having sex with Gabby, I thought I saw you at the door. Were you watching us?" I nearly choked on my juice. He had seen me. Stammering, I explained about hearing a noise and going to investigate. I did not say what I had heard. "Once I figured out it was not a burglar, I went back to bed." He looked at me for a moment before nodding to himself and saying: "I am sorry sweetheart, Gabby is a bit loud. I hope you were not too embarrassed." "Don't worry about it Dad." I tried to sound more blasé than I felt. "I am going to re-decorate my room anyway, maybe I will just add sound proofing." "You are only here two weeks and already you are re-decorating." He said and I was glad of the change of topic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two nights later, I had the dream again, except this time the faceless man had a face, Dad's. He stood at the door, telling me to cum for him, telling me he was going to fuck me so hard that I would scream his name. I woke panting and with a throbbing clit. As I used the vibrator it was Dad's face and Dad's voice that filled my head. I could feel his hands on my hips pulling me back onto his cock, pushing deep inside me, telling me to play with my clit so he could feel me coming on him. The orgasms were earth shattering but afterwards I was ashamed of myself. Ok so I had seen him having sex but how could I even think such things about my own father? I avoided Dad as much as I could that week, afraid my horny thoughts would be written all over my face. But every night he was there in my dreams and they became more and more explicit. Again and again I felt his hands on my skin, holding my tits, using his fingers to spread me wide for his cock, fucking me hard. I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat, I imagined being on my knees in front of him licking him, tasting every last inch of his cock and balls, sucking every last drop from him. Each night I woke wet and horny needing to fill my pussy with the vibrator before I could go back to sleep. I could not avoid him completely, at the pool I found myself gazing at the trail of hair that disappeared under the waist band of his trunks. Around the house I watched how the muscles in his arms bunched as he moved furniture. I became fixated on his mouth and wondered what it would feel like, taste like, how it would feel sucking on my clit. He caught me looking at him a few times but apart from a quizzical expression he did not say anything. I used to need to use the vibe only once a week, now I was needing release several times a day. The initial shame of thinking about Dad sexually had gone, now I just enjoyed the images. But still I couldn't wait until school started and I could settle back to ignoring my body and concentrating on my studies. One Friday night, Dad and Gabby went to a party, I was in bed when they got back but after I heard them come up the stairs, I crept along the hall and listened at Dad's door. I had not done this since he had caught me. But I hoped if they had had a few drinks at the party, they may have forgotten to close the door properly and I could watch again. The door was firmly closed and the sounds were not as clear but my imagination more than made up for it. It was me on the bed with him, not Gabby, I was the one sweating and panting. I listened until the noises died down before creeping back to my room and pulling the vibrator out of the drawer. I was soaking wet and it slipped easily into my yearning pussy. "Oh Daddy, that's right fuck me with your big cock." I stroked the length of the dildo in and out slowly before driving it back in as deep as it would go. "Yes, Daddy, give me your cock, all of it, I want all of it." The orgasm that built was so powerful I screamed as it washed over me. But I wanted more and using my hand on my clit, I encouraged my body to enjoy itself to the pictures in my head. I got up on all fours and imagined the feel of his legs against mine, him pushing my head deeper into the pillow. I was deep in my own fantasy world when I heard: "We seem to have a problem with doors in this house." I froze. My ass was high in the air, one hand was pushing the vibrator and the other was playing with my clit. I did not dare move and the minutes seemed to stretch into hours. Then to my relief I heard the door closing, I collapsed. "Fuck, Fuck, fuck." How long had he been standing there? What had he heard? I tried to remember the things I had been saying, but couldn't. "Turn around." I jumped at the voice, he was still in the room. I lay still as if ignoring his voice would mean that he was not there. "Angie, I said turn around." His voice was sterner, the voice he used when we were in trouble as kids. "Angie." I rolled onto my back making sure that my hair covered my face and tried to grab a sheet to cover myself but they had fallen onto the floor. So I tried to cover myself with my arms. I felt the vibrator fall out of my drenched pussy. He was standing at the end of the bed watching me. The light was bad, but I thought I could see his eyes taking in my naked body. "Dad, please." My voice cracked. I tried again: "Can you hand me my robe please?" I pointed to it on the back of the chair, forgetting that doing so revealed my breasts to him. Instead of handing me the robe he came and sat on the side of the bed and gently moved my hair away, then cupping my face he said: "You were thinking of when you were fucking yourself." It was a statement not a question. The smell of him so close, the cool air and feeling my own nakedness robbed me of the ability to speak. I just stared at him. I watched as his eyes travelled the length of my body. "Baby, you are a gorgeous woman, you could have any man you wanted. Why are you thinking about me?" I tried to hide my face in the pillows, but his hand stopped me from turning. "Come on baby, talk to me. We can deal with this, just talk to me." I shook my head. "Angie." I shook my head again. "Ok sweetheart, I will let it go for now. But we will talk about this tomorrow." I watched him walk out of my room and close the door gently behind him. I was flooded with embarrassment. He had seen me naked, he had heard me calling out for Daddy, I groaned and buried my head in my hands. What had I done? I should have stayed in my bed that night and none of this would have happened. But even while I was thinking those things, I wondered if he had liked what he saw. How did my body compare to Gabby's? He had said I was gorgeous. Did he really think so? "Get a grip Angie, he was just being kind." I said it out loud to the room. My thoughts went back to worrying. What was I going to do? I lay awake for hours trying to think of things to say to him, how to explain if he raised it in the morning, each excuse more flimsy than the one before it. Many sleepless hours later I delayed as much as possible before going downstairs. I heard Gabby leave and wished she was staying. I was uselessly rearranging my notes when I heard a soft knock on the door. "Angie, I know you are awake. Be downstairs in 10 minutes." His footsteps faded down the hallway. Oh dear god there was no avoiding this. I hid the black circles under my eyes as best I could, brushed my hair and practised my answers for his questions. He was waiting in the living room. "Sit down, sweetheart. I think we should talk about what happened last night." "Dad, don't worry about it, it was just a fantasy, not real." It was the best answer I had come up with the night before and was hoping that this would end the conversation. I turned to go back upstairs when he asked: "Is it a fantasy you have had a lot?" "Dad, please, I really do not want to talk about this." I put as much of the embarrassment I was feeling into the words. "Ok baby." He paused "But answer me one question please. Are you a virgin?" "Dad, no, of course not. I am 20 years old." I did not have to tell him the whole truth. "Then how come you have not had any boyfriends over, you have been here nearly a month now and I have only seen you with your girlfriends. Are you gay?" "No." I couldn't believe this. "It would be ok if you are baby. You just have to tell me." "Dad, no I am not gay. No, I am not a virgin. I just have the occasional fantasy about you fucking me. Nothing wrong with thinking about a good looking man is there?" I hoped my embarrassment would sound like anger or confidence. I was sure other girls had fantasies about their fathers. Surely he would end the conversation now. "No, I guess not." He paused. "And thank you for the compliment." "Well you said I was gorgeous last night, so I guess I owe you one." I thought turning the tables and embarrassing him would stop him but the moment I said it, I knew I'd misjudged. I could see his eyes move down over me as if remembering. Despite everything I could feel my pussy start to tingle, it was the way he was looking at me, like a predator. "Well you are gorgeous. Are your tits real?" I gasped. "Dad, I can't believe you are asking me that." My imagination sprang into action and I could feel his hands kneading my tits to find out if they were real. "Sorry, baby. I am just curious." "They are real." It came out as a breathless whisper. "Good." He stood up and walked to the window and stared out at the garden. I was frozen to the spot, my nipples were tingling and my pussy was wetting my knickers. He was quiet for a while. I hoped that this most embarrassing of conversations was finally over. I began to edge towards the stairs when his voice stopped me. "After I left you last night, all I could think about was your body. I fucked Gabby again and found myself thinking about fucking you." I gasped. He half turned at looked at me. "Does that shock you? That I could think of you as a desirable woman. That I could think about you sexually?" I could not believe he was saying this. He let out a brittle laugh. "I think I shocked myself." Maybe I was still asleep and dreaming. I wondered if he was playing some sort of game with me to make me open up more to him. I decided to play him at his own game. Angie "No, it doesn't shock me. As I say, they are fantasies, we all have them." He nodded but did not say anything, he turned back to stare out the window. "What if I told you it was not the first time since you moved in here that I had thought about you that way?" I collapsed into the nearest chair, not trusting my legs. I could not think of anything to say. My eyes were boring holes into his back. What was he saying? "What if I told you my cock is hard right now, just thinking about it." He turned and my eyes fell to his crotch, he was not lying. I could see the outline of his cock pressing against his trousers. "What if I told you that it took all of my will power not to go back to your room and fuck you last night? Not to grab you, push that dammed vibrator out of the way and fuck you." He walked towards me holding my gaze, stopped about a foot away and just watched me. I tried to stay looking at his face, but my gaze was drawn to his crotch. My hand had a mind of its own and I reached out to touch him. His hand came to rest over mine holding me tight against him. We stayed like that for several minutes. I could feel his cock twitching. "I cannot believe the sexiest woman I have met in years is my own daughter. He paused again. "I have had so many dreams about you Angie." There was something like pain in his voice. "Hearing you say those words last night, it was as if the fantasy had become real." He moved my hand slightly over his hardening cock. I sensed this was the moment, when it was up to me to decide what happened next. If I said anything negative, this conversation, this situation would never happen again. I really did not have a choice. "I dream about you too Daddy." I whispered. He let out a long sigh and held my hand tighter. I guess he had been worried he had gone too far. "And what happens in your dreams baby?" He knelt down in front of me, staring at me. "Tell me about one of your dreams." I shook my head. I couldn't. He reached out and caressed the side of my face, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I would really like to hear about one of them baby." He trailed a finger down the side of my face, and across my lips rubbing back and forth. Then down over my throat and came to rest in the valley between my breasts. He waited there looking at me for an agonisingly long time before circling my breast I gasped and could feel the nipple hardening. "In my dreams I touch you without your shirt on. Can I do that baby?" I nodded and he began to undo the buttons. Before he pulled the sides open he asked "Do you want me to stop?" His voice was shaking a little. I had lost mine and shook my head. "In my dreams I take your breasts in my hands like this." He pushed my bra down and began to rub his fingers across my nipples never breaking eye contact. "I dream of tasting you." He pause before dipping his head and I could feel his mouth, the mouth that had featured so much in my fantasies on my skin at last. I moaned deep in my throat as he sucked the nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. He looked up at me and slipped the shirt off my shoulders and reaching around me opened the clasp of my bra. "You are so gorgeous baby." He took my freed tits in his hands and began rubbing with his fingers. My dreams had never included the strikes of lightening that were heading directly to my pussy. "Do I kiss you in your dreams?" I nodded and his head moved closer and closer to me. He stopped just short of my mouth and I could feel his breathing. He rubbed his nose against mine. "Baby, if I kiss you I am not sure I am going to be able to stop." He paused. "Do you want me to kiss you?" I nodded slightly. He placed his lips on mine for just a moment. "Tell me baby, please tell me." At last I found my voice. "I want you to kiss me Daddy." The last word had barely had time to cross my lips before his were there. Slowly and gently at first, then I felt his tongue run across my lips and they parted for him. He increased the pressure of the kiss and his hands on my tits. I was on fire. His tongue explored my mouth, teased mine and they danced together. He raised his head for a moment to say: "Oh baby, you taste even better than I dreamed." Then he began devouring my mouth again. His hand went to the back of my head, holding me lightly but pressing me into the kiss. He dipped his head and began to kiss my nipples, as he kissed one, he rolled the other between his fingers. My body suddenly remembered how to move and I arched my back pushing myself deeper into his mouth, I took his head in my hands and held him tight. He pulled free of my arms and sat back a little. He ran a finger down the slope of my tit. "You are so beautiful baby. I know this is wrong, do you want me to stop?" I pulled him back to me and kissed him using my tongue to taste him as he had done to me. I had kissed other men before, but it had never been like this. He held me tightly to him, flattening my breasts against his chest. Too soon he pulled back. "In my dream baby, you undress me too." I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. His nipples were hard, I leaned forward and took one in my mouth, kneeling on the floor to get close to him. I heard him take a sharp breath as I played my tongue over the nub. But he pulled away again and stood. I knew what he wanted and opened his trousers then pushed them down over his hips. His cock sprang free and looked even bigger close up. I went to take it in my hand but he stopped me. "If you touch me now baby, I am going to explode. Get back onto the chair." I sat and he knelt in front of me again. His hands went to my thighs, pushing my skirt up a little. "Your skin is like silk. Do you dream about me touching your pussy?" "Oh yes Daddy." He pushed his hands up to the apex of my thighs and rested them there for a moment. "Are you sure sweet baby?" "Are you Daddy?" "More than sure." His thumbs began to stroke my pussy through my knickers. My whole world shrank down to his hands and what they were doing: rubbing ever so slowly, too slowly up and down my drenched knickers. He dipped his head and I felt a light kiss through the cotton. "Ohhh." His looked at me. "You liked that did you?" As he asked the question, his fingers burrowed under the elastic and began to stroke my pussy lips. I was nodding to the first question when he asked another: "And that baby, do you like that?" He continued the slow torture. I spread my legs wider for him and was leaning back when his head dipped again and he bit lightly though the fabric of my panties. I moaned loudly, it did not hurt at all, but the sensation sent sparks through me. I could already feel the orgasm building. He hands left my pussy and cupped my bottom, lifting me and he slipped my knickers down my legs. "That's my good girl." He leaned over me and kissed me deeply. I could feel his lips, his tongue, the hair on his chest tickling my tits, but most of all I could feel his hand, opening up the folds of my pussy. "You are so wet girl." He placed his fingers in his mouth "And so delicious. Daddy is going to taste you now, is that ok baby?" Words were impossible and I watched as his head again disappeared between my thighs. I could not see past the skirt that was bunched around my waist but I could feel him blowing on my over heated pussy and then his tongue broad and soft licking me. A loud moan escaped as I felt his tongue harden and he darted in and out of the folds. All the while telling me how wonderful I tasted. When his tongue found my clit, the orgasm ripped through me. My thighs clenched around his head and held him there. I felt a finger push into me and a mumbled: "Oh baby you are so tight. I am going to have to loosen you to take my cock." He was going to fuck me, the thought rang clear as a bell in my head. As soon as I realised it, I couldn't wait anymore. "Oh Daddy, please fuck me now. I want your cock inside me." "Baby, Daddy's cock is a bit big." I was so scared he was going to change his mind, I didn't care. "Please Daddy, please fuck me I can't wait anymore." He kissed his way up my body, paying attention to my tits before finally arriving at my lips. "Baby are you sure? I want to fuck you so badly." He was rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy, I waited trembling under him, scared to move in case he changed his mind. Oh please, do not let him change his mind, I kept repeating it to myself as I tilted my hips to try and increase the contact. He raised himself above me supported on one arm and I could feel his cock begin its journey into me. It was agonising, waiting for him, I was biting my lip to stop from crying out. He pushed forward at last but then stopped. "Baby you are so tight, I don't want to hurt you." "Daddy please." Another push and I could feel the fullness as my pussy tried to stretch to take him. I tried to relax. "Daddy please give me all of your cock, I have dreamed about it. Please." "Oh baby I'm sorry." And he pushed in. His thrust had hurt a bit and I bit back a scream. But no vibrator ever felt this good. "Are you ok baby? Daddy is nearly all inside his precious girl." I nodded and stayed still, waiting for the pain to pass. "Can you take more?" I wasn't sure that I could but as the pain eased a wonderful feeling was radiating out from my pussy. Daddy pressed forward and I could feel his cock all the way up to my tummy. "My wonderful girl, open your eyes. I was to see you." As I opened them he pulled back a little and then eased back into me. I stared at his face, the face I had been dreaming about. He began to slowly fuck me, withdrawing a little and then pushing back in. Increasing the tempo and how much he withdrew. The orgasm built quickly and was one of the most intense I had ever had. "Good girl, cum for me." The line, right out of my dreams, tipped me over the edge to another one. I began riding a wave of orgasms that had lights exploding in my head. By now Daddy had begun to withdraw his cock nearly the full way, before pushing back in. He was making low guttural noises in the back of his throat. "Faster Daddy please." "No, baby, not yet." Despite his words he did push all the way into me in one long stroke, it felt so good. I could feel him gliding on my juices, they were spilling out of me each time he withdrew. I clenched my pussy muscles trying to hold him even tighter, "Oh fuck baby that feels so good." His hand wriggled between us and found my clit. The orgasm shattered me into a million pieces and somewhere I heard a woman's loud scream but I was beyond caring. At last he began to fuck me fast, pumping his cock into my singing pussy. I raised my hips to meet each thrust wanting him as deep in me as I could. I could feel his balls slapping against me, I gripped him tight, wanting to feel every inch of his cock. "Baby, I'm sorry, I wanted to make this last, but I can't, you are too fucking tight." With that he slammed deep into my pussy and I could feel the odd sensation of his dumping his load into me. From somewhere the realisation that I was not on the pill surfaced but was gone before it had fully formed as a thought. I was living on pure sensation, his weight on top of me, his cock inside me, the smell of him, the taste of his mouth on mine. Another orgasm ran though me. Daddy collapsed and I stroked his hair as he lay between my tits. As our heart rates returned to normal, he took my face in his hands and stared at me intently and silently. "Was that ok Daddy?" He laughed. "Ok? No baby, that was incredible. You are so responsive and they way you tightened when you were cumming, I am amazed I lasted as long as I did." I smiled happily up at him. "Come here you beautiful creature." He wriggled his way onto the seat beside me and held me close. I could hear his heart beating. My body was still glowing but as I shifted to get more comfortable, I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. "I'd better go to the bathroom." He kissed the top of my head and told me not to be long. I bent over to pick up my shirt from the floor but he grabbed the other end of it. "I want to see you, baby. Don't get dressed. In fact I think you had better take that skirt off." His hands found the zipper and after opening it, pulled it down over my hips. Leaning over he planted a light kiss on my mound and said "Stunning." I was not entirely comfortable moving around naked in the bright morning light, but I felt womanly and brazen. I was about half way across the room when he sat bolt upright in the chair. "You are on the pill aren't you? I never thought to ask." Turning to him I had to shake my head. "What? Why? You are having sex." He paused. "Oh you usually use condoms?" Again I shook my head. A look of terror passed across his face and he crossed the room in a flash, taking a strong grip of my shoulders. "What are you saying? You play Russian Roulette? I thought you were more intelligent than that." "No, Daddy. It is just that..." I stopped, I didn't know how to say it. "Tell me." "Well that was kind of the first time for me." "What?" He shook me a little. "You said you were not a virgin." "I'm not. I've played with vibrators, so technically I'm not." Even to my ears it sounded lame and I dropped my gaze. He let go of me and turning, rubbed his hands over his face. "Let me get this straight, you have never been fucked by a man before?" I shook my head. He seemed angry and I was a little scared. "That was your first time?" I nodded. "Oh baby!" he pulled me to him and I nestled snugly under his chin. "Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have .." I interrupted him, my temper flaring. "I know you wouldn't, that is why I didn't tell you." He held me away from him. "No baby, I wish you had told me because I would have taken more time, more care. I wouldn't have rushed it." Relief flooded through me, standing on tip toes, kissed him gently. "It was wonderful." He pulled me to him again and we stood there saying nothing for some time. "You had best go and get cleaned up baby." He turned me and with a light pat on my bum, sent me on my way. When I returned I was disappointed to see he was fully dressed. But I went to him and standing behind him curled my arms around his body and nestled my head on his back. He absently patted my hand. After a few minutes he began to speak. "I am sorry Angie. I got carried away. It was a mistake, it is never going to happen again. Do you hear me? Never going to happen again." "But Dad..."why was he saying that, it had been so wonderful, I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. "No buts Angie, a mistake." The nagging voice in my head pointed out that I had thought it was wonderful, but maybe it had not enough for him. Or maybe once was enough. I was that bad. "Ok Dad." I let go and began to get dressed. "The most important thing now is to get you to the doctor and get you sorted out. Go have a shower and I will call for an appointment." He never once looked around, he spoke to the window. The pain and humiliation was almost unbearable and grabbing the rest of my things I ran upstairs. I had been so happy just minutes before and now the soreness of my pussy just mocked me. I had been terrible, I had always thought I would be and so had avoided men and sex. I was not as pretty as Nancy or Gabby, so he did not want me. I cried long and hard in the shower. The drive home from the doctor's office was completed in almost total silence. I explained what the doctor had said, that I was now protected but he did not seem to hear me. When we arrived Dad announced that he was going to do some work in his study and closed the door firmly. I was at a loss, I had no idea what to do. Should I leave? But there was no way I would be able to afford my college tuition and rent. But I could not bear to stay here with Dad being so cold. And thinking of him fucking Gabby just down the hall. I let out a groan of pain. I will still curled up in the chair thinking when Dad came out of the study an hour later. "Do you want me to leave?" "No, of course not. Do you want to leave?" "Maybe it would be for the best." He looked at me. "Is that what you want?" I shook my head. "Angie, please talk to me. I have been sitting in there, tearing my hair out for an hour. What I did this morning was wrong." I cut across him: "I'm sorry." "Sorry? What are you sorry for?" I couldn't look at him. He was standing a few feet away from me but it felt like the Grand Canyon was between us. The tears were rolling down my face again. "Angie?" I finally found the courage to look up at him. "Baby, don't look at me like that." "I'm sorry." "Stop saying you're sorry." He sounded exasperated and ran his hand through his hair. "You have no idea do you? Not a clue." "No, I don't." My temper was beginning to raise its head. "It was my first time alright? How am I supposed to know what to do?" I stood up, glaring at him through the tears. "So I'm sorry I am not more experienced, I'm sorry I didn't satisfy you, I'm sorry I'm not more beautiful or sexy or whatever the hell it is you want, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. Ok?" My voice had risen so that I was almost shouting. "Is that what you think? You think you did not satisfy me?" He grabbed my shoulders. "Angie, that was the best fuck I have ever had. I wanted you again the moment we finished." The pushed his hips into my belly. "Can you feel that? Can you feel how you are making me want you again? Dear god, I have never wanted a woman like this." He let me go so suddenly I nearly lost balance. I could not understand what he was saying. "But you said you didn't want to do it again." I was talking to his back as he poured himself a drink and knocked it back in one gulp. "No, baby, I said it was not going to happen again. Not that I didn't want you." His voice dropped, more talking to himself than me. "In fact it is worse, now I know the taste of you, the feel of you." He finally looked up and held out his hand to me. "Come here baby." I could smell the feint trace of whiskey as his hand curved around my cheek. "What I did this morning was wrong. It was wrong on so many levels. You are my daughter, my beautiful sensual, sexy daughter." His thumb ran across my mouth. "Your first time should have been with someone you love." I tried to interrupt him but he hushed me. "It should have been slow and all about your pleasure. Showing you what your body is capable of." He shook his head. "Instead I was like an animal in heat, I had to have you as fast as I could." As his words sank in, my doubts and worries left me and a feeling of power took over. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He let go of me again and went to the window. I'm selfish, I wanted you and did not give a thought to what you wanted or needed. I rushed in without even checking if you were protected. Do you know what could have happened?" He turned as he asked his question, but I was not listening. "Then next time you can make up for it." I opened my skirt and pushed it down over my hips and let it fall to the floor. "Angie, did you not hear a word I said." "Dad, I heard every word." My hands were opening the buttons of my shirt and I let it fall off my shoulders. "You said you did not do it right, I'm giving you the chance to correct that mistake." My bra followed the shirt to the floor. "Angie, stop this." His voice was a low growl but he did not move to stop me. "You wanted to show me what my body is capable of and I want to know." I closed the space between us and began to open his shirt. "And who could be a better teacher, than my own Daddy." Angie He groaned when I touched his chest and laid one of his hands over mine. "Baby, there is only so much temptation a man can resist." I took his hand in mind and placed it on my tit. He groaned again. I could not believe I was standing in the middle of the living room wearing only shoes and my knickers seducing my father. "Who says you have to resist?" He grabbed my head and kissed me ferociously, hard and bruising, raping my mouth. It was the sexiest kiss of my life and I was panting when he pulled back. He was searching my face for something. "The doctor said you are protected now right?" I nodded, a thrill ran through me. He was really thinking about it. He kept searching my face. I could see the moment when he gave in. "Ok I will teach you baby, but then that is it, no more. Do you understand?" I nodded, right then I didn't care about anything other than feeling his cock inside me again. He was leaning in to kiss me again, when the doorbell rang. "Go upstairs and wait for me in my room, I'll deal with it." I began to leave when he called me back saying: "Baby, I think you should take your clothes with you." The doorbell rang again he yelled out "Be right there." then quickly kissed me saying: "And that goes for you as well." I ran up the stairs laughing, but a feeling of shyness came over me when I got to his bedroom. I was still standing in the doorway when he got there, breathless from running up the stairs. "Just a delivery guy." Taking the bundle of my clothes from me, he pulled me to him. "Are you ok baby? We don't have to do anything, we can just lie here and talk." I laughed. "Daddy, please, there is no way I am lying beside this." I took his cock in my hand, "And not getting it inside my pussy as soon as possible." He laughed as well. "A monster, I have bred a monster." He took my hand and brought me to the side of the bed and took off my knickers. As he undressed he said: "Lie on your back baby, I need to taste that gorgeous pussy again." I did not really hear, I was looking at his cock. It was beautiful, standing so proud against his belly. He took a step closer to the bed and I used the back of my hand to feel its hardness. I was fascinated, Daddy was smiling at me. So I placed my hand around it, my fingers didn't meet at the other side. I slowly pulled the tight skin down and the head of his cock appeared, deep red and glistening. "Have you taken a cock in your mouth before baby?" I nodded "Did you like it? Would you like to take Daddy's?" I nodded and he stepped even closer. I used my tongue to explore him first, how smooth the head of his cock was. I circled around it with my tongue. The one and only time I had had a cock in my mouth, he had pushed it in fast and with a hand in my hair, pushed me up and down. I had no time to explore and learn. I ran my tongue down Daddy's shaft feeling the veins and filling my head with the smell of him. I stretched my mouth wide and took the head in my mouth and again circled it with my tongue. I heard Daddy moan and that made me feel more adventurous, I dipped my head down and felt the ridge pass through my tightened lips. As I pulled back, I explored the hole at the top of his cock, and Daddy moaned again. "Oh baby, there is nothing Daddy is going to be able to teach you about sucking cock. You are so good." I tightened my lips more and sucked him in but when I felt him hit the back of my throat, I panicked a little remembering how Robbie had held my head down and I had not been able to breathe. "It's ok baby, only take as much as you can." Although his hands were on the back of my head, he was not pushing and I continued my slow exploration, pulling him into my mouth and back out again. I looked up at him as I kissed and licked the length of him again. "Can I taste you while you do that baby?" I scrunched up my face to show I did not understand as I took him back into my mouth. "Let me get onto the bed and I will show you." He lay on his back and I immediately could see how it worked. I turned to face his feet and placed a knee on either side of him, I could feel my pussy lips spreading for him. "Such a clever girl, that is so good." I was smiling as I tucked my hair behind my ear and taking his cock in my hand bent over to take it back into my mouth. But his mouth got to me first and I gasped as his tongue tasted me. He pulled my hips back towards him and his mouth sucked my aching pussy in. It was hard to concentrate on his cock when my body was being flooded with such delicious feelings. When his tongue found my clit, I screamed, the head of his cock muffling the sound. He sucked it gently and then harder and harder. Just as the orgasm was beginning he pushed a finger into me, quickly followed by another. I began to move, fucking my pussy with his fingers and his cock with my mouth. I shook with the force of the orgasm. He kept sucking and another orgasm followed the first. Through the haze I could taste the salty pre cum on his cock and tried to focus on taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. But I knew what I wanted! I dragged my pussy away from his wonderful mouth and scooting forward a little, was soon aiming his cock at my hole. "Turn around baby, Daddy wants to watch you impale yourself on my cock." I didn't want to delay, I wanted his cock in me now but I did what I was told and a moment later, I began to lower myself onto his rock hard shaft. I wanted to slam myself down on it, but he was too big and I had to take it slow allowing my body time to adjust to the sheer size of him. Daddy helped by raising and lowering his hips until he was all in. He felt even deeper and better than this morning. I looked at him with a big smile and slowly rocked back and forth, feeling the head of his cock move deep inside me. Daddy was beaming at me. "That's it baby, ride Daddy's cock, just how you want to. You are so sexy, look at you." Using my thighs, I raised and lowered myself letting a little of his cock slip out before letting my pussy gobble it back up again. "Play with your tits girl, one hand on your tits and the other on your clit." Throwing my head back, I arched my back and pushed my tits forward, feeling their weight in my hands and pinching the nipples. Daddy placed his hands on my hips to help me move on and off him. I was now letting almost all of his cock out before slamming back down, pushing him ever deeper into my hungry cunt. "My wild child, you are so fucking gorgeous. Ride Daddy, baby." Orgasms were rolling over me so fast I was not able to tell one from another. I was grunting and I could feel the sweat rolling down my back. He pushed my hand out of the way and began rubbing my clit harder than I had. I felt it growing in belly, the orgasm felt so big, like a giant wave, so big that I felt a moment of fear. It broke over me and was followed by another. I never knew I could feel like this. Daddy grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my back he was now in charge of how deep and how fast his cock was pounding into me. I wrapped my legs around him, spreading my pussy wide, I could feel his balls slapping against my bum. He changed pace and was fucking me so slowly, letting me feel every inch of him gliding into me. It was agony. "Please Daddy, fuck me hard." "You can't get enough of my cock can you baby?" I tried to use my legs to force him into me. He just laughed. "Tell me baby, tell me how much you want it." I couldn't think of words. "Please Daddy, please fuck me." He pushed a little bit further in but then withdrew. "Not good enough baby, try harder." The frustration was too much, the tears started to form in my eyes. "Please Daddy, I will say or do whatever you want, just let me have you inside me." His cock was slamming into me as I finished. "Good girl!" His words were interspersed with grunts. Two or three hard slams later and I was riding another wave of orgasm. Daddy continued to fuck me hard through it, I knew I was screaming but I didn't care who heard or what I was saying. "Daddy is going to fill your pussy baby, I have such a load for you." And with a couple of hard hip thrusts he was cumming. I clenched him as hard as I could with my pussy, draining all of him into me. He collapsed on top of me and the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing as we both tried to recover. I whispered "Thank you Daddy." He moved his head sideways and planted a kiss on my forehead. "You have just given me another incredible fuck and you are thanking me?" I could feel his laughter rumble in his chest. "I should be thanking you. I should be on my knees kissing that pussy of yours. It grips me like a vice. I have not felt anything like it before. Are you sore?" I giggled and wriggled out from under him. I was sorry to feel his cock slide out of me but I had an idea. I scooted up the bed a little until my pussy was beside his mouth. "No Daddy, I'm not sore. I want more." I giggled at my rhyme "And I think you really should say thank you properly." I could feel his cum and my juices running out of me. Then I had a better idea and swung around and moving down the bed, took his cock into my mouth presenting my pussy to his face. Daddy was laughing. "I will say thank you by showing you something else, you insatiable girl." I felt him push two fingers into my pussy and scoop some of the combined juices. With his other hand he pulled my bum cheeks apart and begin to coat my bum hole circling it with his finger. I felt very odd but I barely had time to get embarrassed before I felt him begin apply pressure "Have you ever been ass fucked baby?" I mumbled "No!" around his cock. "Have you ever had a finger in your ass?" Again I shook my head. "Then you are in for a treat baby. A real treat!" I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. He increased the pressure a little but then went back to circling, over and over again he did that. The more he did it the better it felt and I could feel my pussy twitch. He cock was beginning to respond to my mouth when I felt his finger push through by bum hole. I gasped and his cock dropped from my mouth in shock. "Daddy?" My voice sounded small even to me. "Yes baby?" His finger began to move inside me and then pull out, I could feel the knuckle pass out and then back in again. "Daddy that feels funny." "I bet it does baby. But it feels good too doesn't it?" I wasn't sure. There was a sort of bright pain as he pushed in, but it was also causing bigger tingles. He circled his finger for a few moments before pulling it back out again. "I asked you a question baby." He pushed his finger back in to me. I sighed, it did not hurt as much this time and there was a definite response from my pussy. "Yes, Daddy, it feels good." Daddy laughed loudly. "Baby said she wants more, well that is exactly what baby is going to get." He slowly eased his finger out of my ass and moving me to one side got off the bed. "Stay right there, just like that baby, your ass looks so good." My knees were shaking, I could still feel his cum running out of my pussy and down my thighs, I could still taste the two of us in my mouth and he said I was getting more. I didn't know whether to be scared or what, I had done more sexually this morning that I had done in all of my life. It felt so good but the demons came to visit reminding me this was my Dad I was having all this fun with. It was wrong. We should not be doing this. I could feel my mind begin to take control and the demons telling me I was a dirty slut. Instead of feeling shameful, calling myself a slut excited me. I rolled the idea around, I was a dirty, fucking, slut. My pussy tingled, if this is how good being a slut felt, then I was going to be the biggest slut around. I wiggled my ass. "Hurry Daddy, my ass is getting lonely." He roared with laughter. "We can't have that now baby, can we? Just one more minute, Daddy needs to find something." I heard him open another drawer and exclaim when he found it. I felt him get back onto the bed and his hands on my ass, rubbing and squeezing. "I am going to make your ass so happy baby." I felt him rub cool liquid onto my asshole and he began to circle it before applying pressure and his finger slipped through again. He worked his finger in and out several times. "Now relax baby, this is going to feel a little different." It was thinner than his finger at the beginning, but then it began to flare and I could feel my ass stretching to try and take it. The bright pain was back, but not as bad as before. He stopped pushing and pulled it out again. "You are doing so well." He began to feed it back into me and this time my ass stretched to take it, I could feel it working its way into my back passage, it was the strangest feeling. I felt it getting wider and my ass resisted for a moment, but he kept up the pressure and then it sort of popped into my ass, it narrowed and my hole closed around it. "My baby is plugged for the first time. Well done sweetie, how does that feel?" "I'm not sure Daddy, it is very strange. Not bad strange, just strange." I couldn't find the words to describe the fullness of it. Then it began to vibrate. "Oh my god, oh fuck, Daddy." It was setting off the most unbelievable feelings, it was like a sensual tickle. My clit began to throb and my pussy to clench. His hand came through my legs and played with my clit. The orgasm came quick and strong and I screamed at the intensity. "Good girl, cum for Daddy." He kept teasing my clit, I felt the vibrations in my ass increase. Oh my god. Daddy grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my back, he pushed my knees back to my shoulders and dived onto my clit with his mouth. The pressure of him licking and the bed intensified everything and I began to thrash as he tried to keep my clit in his mouth. I was shattering into a million pieces again, there was no Angie, only the feelings. His two fingers in my pussy were not enough, I needed more. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head away from me. "Fuck me Daddy, I need your cock in me. Please fuck me." "Girl wants DP does she?" I had no idea what DP meant, my pussy was demanding to be filled. "Fuck me." It came out as a growl. Again he laughed but kneeling back pulled me forward so that the head of his cock was just teasing the opening of my pussy. I couldn't bear it and pushing forward pushed his cock into me. It hurt a bit I was tighter because of the vibe in my ass but god it felt so good. "Such a greedy girl. Such a slut, needing two holes filled at once." There is no way of describing how good it felt, his cock filling me, the vibrator in my ass, his fingers playing with my clit. I felt like liquid, my skin had lost its ability to hold me as orgasm after orgasm took me. Daddy scooped me up so I was on his lap and his cock was so deep in me that I could nearly feel it at the back of my throat. He cupped my ass in his hands and began rocking gently. "Hang on baby, this is going to be intense." I wrapped my arms around him holding on for dear life, then the vibrations in my ass increased again. "That's it baby, let go. Your pussy is holding Daddy so tight." He was slowly fucking me, short jabs his cock hitting my cervix. I could feel my juices running out me as if somehow had turned on a tap. He leaned me back and began to feast on my tits while bucking his hips and fucking me faster. The last orgasm I remember began so deep inside me it was like a roll of thunder. By the time it reached my pussy, I was shaking and quivering uncontrollably. I know I screamed and growled and was slamming myself and my full ass down onto his cock like my life depended on it. The last thing I remember was Daddy saying: "Jesus baby, you are too much I am going to cum again." I was dimly aware of his arms wrapped around my back up onto my shoulders and his grunts as he dumped another load deep into me. But I wasn't there. Angie had left the building on an almighty orgasm.