0 comments/ 14589 views/ 1 favorites Lexy and Angelo 3 By: alexandria_lee "Is today Monday?" Angelo asked, as he and Alexandria sipped their coffee at Starbucks. "All day long, darlin'" "And it's still Fall, right, NFL Monday night football, all that shit?" "Uh huh." Since her own husband had the same kind of "what-hemisphere-am-I-in-today" job" this question did not seem strange. "Perfect!" And he began tapping away at his Blackberry (World Edition). A few minutes later, Alexandria's phone pinged, informing her off new mail. She opened it, and saw that she had been CC'ed on a group notice that originated from Angelo. She didn't recognize any of the other addresses-But she and her husband had both been CC'ed. It read: Todos Borachos: Tonight, some team will play another team in the sport of American Football. While not a real sport, como futbol o el Rugby, in this case there will be a reason to gather around a television set, we small band of brothers, beers in hand. In this case, halftime entertainment will be provided by the succulent, accommodating, "A," hostess, and duena de (he inserted Alexandria's street address). If intrigued, and free, bring a six, a pocketful of condoms, and ganas de provechar...arrive in time for the BIG GAME. Snacks will be provided. Note: the party will end promptly at the end of game. Saludos Cordiales, El Feo. Alexandria shivered in anticipation. She counted eight names on the list. Even if only two more showed up...well that would be more men than she had ever "entertained" at once... After reading the invitation, she looked up at Angelo. He was glancing around the patio, smiling with satisfaction at the attention her outfit was garnering. This morning, he had inspected her wardrobe, and then told her what to wear for their morning coffee run. As a result, she was dressed in a periwinkle blue wrap-around skirt, white hose, medium heels, and a clingy white ruched top with spaghetti straps. The cool morning air and the email had hardened her nipples and they pressed prominently against her top. The skirt, while perfectly conservative looking while standing, split along her thigh and opened to yield a tantalizing view of stocking top. He looked at her now, then leaned across the table to pull her top down so that the tan line showed. Now the creamy white tops of her breasts were out, and a deep breath would be enough to draw her hard nipples out into the morning sun. Cars whizzed by on River Road. The other male patrons, now dawdling on the patio, were riveted. Alexandria, eyes hidden by her reflective Bollés, noted the attention of one woman, as well... "Interrrrresting," she thought, "It would appear that I'm not just for the boys anymore..." Quietly Angelo said, " I think it is time for your to bend down and adjust the strap on your right shoe...It has been bothering you for some time, no?" Heart thumping, she performed as directed, knowing that practically all of her would be hanging out. One man clapped. Then they all joined in. Blushing furiously, she rose, gave a little curtsy and they hurried to her car. As they drove south on Oracle, they passed a carwash to raise money for the Amphi Football Team. "Your car really needs to be washed" he said, and wheeled into the parking lot. Immediately, the car was swarmed with burly young football players armed with sponges and buckets. Angelo rolled both front windows down and addressed the boys, informing them that the couple would remain in the car and that the windshield in particular needed attention.... Angelo rolled the windows back up, and as the boys got busy on the exterior, he got busy on the interior. Drawing her to him, to began to feast on her luscious lips. He realized that he had not kissed her properly all morning and was determined to make it up to her now, in front of an impressionable young audience...Inititially, he held her face in his hands, running his fingers through her thick hair, exploring her lips with his, inserting his tongue into her warm, open mouth. .. Next, he used his left thumb to delicately slide the spaghetti strap off and over her smooth shoulder . Never breaking contact with her lips, he slipped his left hand down to caress the side or her full breast, cupping and kneading it delightfully through the fabric of her top. Then, inevitably, he insinuated his hand between her flesh and the fabric and pried the stretchy top down. Her right breast sprang free. He cupped it, nipple engorged and prominent between his thumb and forefinger, Alexandria panting and gasping and moaning. Breaking off the long kiss, Angelo whispered in her ear: "Pull your skirt up to your hips. Touch yourself for me. I want you to part your lips and play with your pink clit..." When she had complied with his command, and was applying both hands to the task, he asked: "Are you wet, baby? Is your pussy slimy and dripping? Are you getting hot?...putting on a show for all these young boys?" She could only moan in response... It would be difficult to judge who was getting the most pleasure out of the scene: the boys who had all stopped washing and were gathered without, watching; or Angelo, as hard as he had ever been, intoxicated by the brutal feeling of power and by the tactile delight of her perfect full breast in his hand; or Alexandria. Alexandria who was now convulsing, heart racing, in the throes of what would be the first of many, many, orgasms that day... Afterward, he dropped her off at her house and left, cryptically saying only that he some things to collect, and not to worry about anything. But she was worried-that morning, she had awakened alone in her bed with the uncomfortable realization that he, Angelo, had never undressed during the previous evening's activiites, nor had he cum, to her knowledge. He had given her so much pleasure with fingers and lips, A WATER BOTTLE, sharing her sex with the fingers of some random kid...she hadn't even noticed that he had stayed aloof, strangely apart. Did he not find her sufficiently attractive after all? Was she a disappointment in the flesh, had she looked better on the screen than in meatspace? She showered and tried to get some reading done for her next final, but it was no good. Her concentration was shot. Finally, she settled on cranking a mix of Chemical Brothers, Massive Attack, and Crystal Method, cleaning house, while taking hits off of an Arrogant Bastard whenever she passed the kitchen counter...She felt her equilibrium returning. That was how Angelo discovered her when he returned, "Born Too Slow" blasting from the speakers, Lexy, hair pinned up, barefoot in a tank and gym shorts, working on a nice beer buzz to complement the earlier sex buzz, vaccuming... Between the noise of the Las Vegas duo, and the roar of the vacuum, she didn't hear him come in. She was bent over the long leather sofa, applying the crevice tool to the popcorn reservoir between the cushions. He slipped in behind her and slid something over her head, blinding her. With his left arm, he pulled her tight to him. Hooking his thumb in the waistband of first her shorts and then his own, he stripped them both from the waist down...His erection sprang free, slapping her reassuringly on the back ("So YOU are turned on by me," she thought briefly)and he twirled them both down onto the sofa, with her pressed to his lap. Using his legs to force hers wide apart, he began lightly stroking the crevice tool up and down her lips, careful not to trap her poor distended clit..."Play with your titties for me, OK?" She did. Orgasm number two for the day. After she came down and he had figured out how to turn the vacuum off, he began pulling things from the bags that he had brought in. He pulled the tank top off over her head, taking care not to pull off the mask and guided her into what she took to be a new bra- a half bra, nipples exposed. Next he pulled a thong up her legs, taking care to snug it into her bare lips with delicious, languorous strokes of his fingers. Stockings of some sort. Heels. Then over the whole some sort of huge shirt? Dress? Whatever it was, it was voluminous and came down to midthigh. "Go Vikings!" he said cryptically, when this was installed on her body. Next he turned his attention to the mask. She would later learn that it was a white sample bag, made of a sort of cloth that was translucent-she found that she could discern shapes, but not features through it. She smelled the distinctive solvent odor of Sharpie and felt him tracing around her lips with the marker..."Now don't move, sweetie." He cut a generous hole around her lips with surgical scissors, and chuckled when he was done. "What?" She asked. "You are going to be a walking glory hole. A glory 'Ho." He amended, pleased with his wordplay. She had heard the term before, but didn't have a clear idea what it meant...Again a frisson of fear, and sexual excitement passed through her... Angelo's next task was to secure the mask in place so that the hole would stay over her mouth...he solved this problem by fastening a clip at the base of her neck and by using hair pins to attach it to her hair. Experimentally, he thrust his finger through the hole. Dutifully, she opened her mouth and sucked it deep into her warm, moist mouth... "That'll do pig," he said dryly. "Sit tight. I'll bring you another Stone..." She was aware of him leaving her then, and a few moment later felt him lightly tracing a cool line with the bottle over her lips. She drank greedily, the strong ale the exact medicine she needed for pre- performance jitters. He hid the vacuum in the closet, and laid out the snacks that he brought. Then displayed an array of condoms and lubes on some of her bright fiesta-ware plates, pleased with the effect... He had decided to leave the music on, and with her guidance was ultimately able to figure out her fucking television. Jesus. Like 8 remotes to simply turn the goddamn thing on, volume off. No was going to give a shit about the game with this treasure in the room, he thought. It simply was there as a prop,a timer. "Listen, If at any time this stops being fun for you, for WHATEVER reason, shout 'Cacao!"' Alexandria giggled. "Someone's been watching 'Portlandia,'" She said. "Seriously. If not fun, the party ends, everyone goes home. Even me if you want" "C'mere. " She groped for him, and they were enjoying another long deep kiss when the boys arrived. He stepped over to where he had set up a video camera, discretely placed under the TV, and turned it on. It ended up being a party of four, plus the host and hostess. Angelo announced the ground rules once everyone was equipped with a plate of carnitas, guac and a cool one... "Chicos, meet 'A!' " "Hi 'A,' "everyone chimed in. " A has graciously been volunteered "...laughter..."to host this momentous contest between the Minnesota Vikings"-he waved at her, resplendent in her purple mesh Viking jersey,.."and err,some other team," he trailed off...More laughter. "There will be no insertion, no penetration of the hostess before halftime. You are encouraged to kiss, feel, fondle, stroke, and enjoy, as much as possible before then. Be generous. Give her as much pleasure as you want to be given..." Alexandria shivered at his words. "At halftime the rules will change. All penetration will be encouraged as A performs as the Mobile Minnesota Glory Hole." More cheers and laughter. "Anyone not wearing a condom will be sent home. Anyone harming A-I've got my eye on you, Ira-will be immediately ejected. And don't think that I won't notice. I am here merely as a facilitator. I will proctor this exam, and if anyone breaks the rules...no biscuit. Go directly to jail. Claro?" Everyone agreed. "Provecho, Matadores!" And with that...began one of the strangest, yet most memorable evenings of her life. It worked out that all four guys could fit on the sofa, and they lay her across their laps. Angelo sat, watching, occasionally taking a picture, as the guys explored her. They slid the oversized jersey up over her hips, so it bunched at her waist. Rolled her over, face down for a time, someone slid off the couch so he could kneel and kiss and lick her ass. Her legs were spread wide, now on her back again, shirt pushed up to expose her tits. Two men suckling. Heaven. One worrying her thong, pushing it to one side, so that his tongue could flick at her clit. Someone kissing her lips, mindful of the penetration rule, she kept her mouth closed. She wanted a dick in her cunt, too. She was boiling. Fuck! Would halftime never come? She came. Too many times to count, even with no penetration. All of the surface attention proved to be sufficient... Haltime came and they pulled the jersey off over her head. Someone forced her to her knees in front of the couch, and the glory hole party began in earnest. Everyone was worked up by that point, Angelo's no penetration prohibition had served to whet everyone's appetite. An erect penis was placed on her lips, and opening her mouth, she laved the head with her tongue. Keeping her teeth well back, she welcomed the intruder, and gently took him deeper and deeper until the gag response set in...Hastily, he, whoever he was , pulled out and sprayed on her exposed lips, throat, and tits, to shouts of derision. "Junior can't hang!" Her head in another lap, another hard dick in her mouth. Stop. Rearrange She was placed on her back, at the end of the couch, her head hanging upside down off the end. Dick inserted in mouth. Deep, gagging. Thong shoved aside, someone on her, lining up, a dick brushing her labia, and in! She came then too, it was the first dick she had inside her in three weeks ...she wanted to catch her breath then, to take a break, but the fat dck in her mouth was relentless...he would lean into her, she would choke, and he would retreat a bit. Then repeat. Finally, she could feel him start to contract, and he too pulled out and sprayed. That set off the vagina guy too. He stayed where he was, the thin wall of latex all that separated her from his teeming millions... Her thong was completely removed. Her asshole was being teased and gently penetrated with a lubed finger. Then she was laid down on her back, on top of someone on the floor. With assistance, his dick penetrated her rosebud. He was smaller than the others, and it was not too uncomfortable. Then a repeat customer climbed aboard and entered her missionary style. Haltingly, they developed a rhythm of sorts, and then the third joined in. Turning her head to the side, she begins to lick a flaccid member, bringing it back to full active duty within minutes. More cum on her tits. Someone sucking them. Then lube added to the froth of semen and someone tittie fucking her. On the low coffee table, ass in the air. OOOF. A bigger dick in her ass. Spray on her lower back and ass. She passed out. Covered in sweat and cum, she was oblivious to the world. The tape ran on, its single red eye impassive and unblinking. The football game was still going on, ignored, when Angelo whispered to each in turn, "last call." Everyone had been drained at least twice, most three times. They finished up, composed themselves, left business cards and drunken loving notes on the kitchen dry erase board, and staggered out to their cars. Angelo began picking up. He turned off the TV by the simple expedient of unplugging it. Stereo changed to Josh Redman, Compass: nice chill sax after an orgy. He stripped off his own clothes and folded them neatly on the couch. He had been erect for virtually the past 24 hours, but he would wait a little longer before taking his pleasure. He picked up Lexy, and carried her into the shower with him. She revived slightly as the warm water washed over her, her soapy skin smooth and slick and pleasing against his own. Gently he washed her, scrubbed all of the evidence of the evening's sex play from her skin. No one had been too rough with her, everyone had been taken with her succulent, ripe body and had treated it with at least some degree of appreciation. Drying her with a big bath towel, he wrapped her in a thin silk robe that he found hanging next to the shower. He half-carried, half walked her over to the big bed, and tucked her in. He hesitated a moment, then turned the light out and slid into behind her, his tumescent penis trapped between their two bodies. Eventually, he slept. Light was streaming in through the slit in the curtains when he awoke the next morning. He could smell coffee... He tried to rub the sleep form his eyes, but found that he could not. His hands were bound to the wrought iron headboard... "My turn now, "Alexandria murmured, kissing him deeply on the lips. She slid down his nude body and engulfed him with her warm mouth. She kept him there on a razor's edge of exquisite torment, slowing her ministrations when she felt him too tense, until at last she was ready. She climbed on him and lowered herself, impaled, on his iron rod. Sliding back until she had all of him in her, she squeezed him once, twice, and again with her vaginal muscles and he exploded with the most violent orgasm of his life. He felt like all of the oxygen had been sucked from the room. He felt...amazing. Taking care to keep him inside her, she reached up and freed his hands. When he plopped out of her, she scooped up his seed and smeared it on her breasts then offered them to him. He cleaned her off thoroughly, giving her no small amount of pleasure in the process. It made him hard again too, and this time he flipped her onto her stomach and drove fast and furious into her. In that position she could feel him all the way up to her throat it seemed, and screaming they both came together. Still connected, they dozed off utterly, utterly sated. The coffee cooled. Later, when more fresh coffee had been made and poured into cups, and breakfast beers were opened, they talked about-everything, really. They skirted the question of "what next," but covered everything else under the sun. She dropped him off at his house around mid- day. He walked up to his own door, and stepped inside without a backward glance. Alone in the car for the ride home, she cried a little, the inevitable low after an incredible high. "Tomorrow you're homeless. Tonight it's a blast" she murmured under her breath, taking refuge in the immortal wisdom of the DKs. "Tomorrow you're homeless..." Suddenly she remembered that her phone had died the day before and she hadn't checked email since. She pugged it into the car charger, gave it a few minutes then turned it on. Three new texts. One was from Sunday, the she had picked Angelo up at the airport. "How did I miss this?" "Strike at mine. All expats choppered out. Shd arr Tus. Tues pm" Then from yesterday: "In Istanbul. Hope fun with Ang. U gotta kick him out before 1300 on Tuesday..." Then finally, from an hour before:" Boarding now Lax to TUS. Pick up at 1300?" She typed quickly " U betcha mister. Can't wait. Lots to tell,"" knowing that he would get it as soon as the plane landed. She turned south on Euclid and smiling again, sped to the airport. Lexy and Angelo in Cyberspace IM transcript: Parker: Hey Babe just met cool Tucson guy here in Instanbul Lounge. Alexandria: Yeah? How cool? Parker: he saw my screensaver, and said "UUUUFFF. That is some screensaver...I want a download from that site..." Alexandria: Which fotos he see? Parker: Well, the screensaver is that soft file...xmas fotos, just leg shots, breasts, like that...But then, since BOTH of our flights were delayed, I cropped your face out and showed him some of the more daring ones... Alexandria: hmmm, I am half pissed at you and 80% turned on by this... Parker: he thinks you shd hv ur own website...or make up anon, gplus site... Alexandria: That sounds kind of HOT. Parker: He wants to meet u, anyway. He will be back in town the week before me Alexandria: Funny. just while talking here set up new account. Lexylee! Parker: Want his addie? Alexandria: u trying to get rid of me? Parker: U know how I feel...I don't want u bored at home when I gone Alexandria: Is he cute? Parker: en serio, I think you wd think so Alexandria: well send it over bitch Parker: that's my gurrrl From: Lexylee To: Angelo Hi! You don´t know me, but you have seen parts of me in the Istanbul transit lounge. From: Angelo To: Lexylee Hi back atcha! Did I like what I saw?...Were you by any chance on a certain screensaver? From: Lexylee To: Angelo Bingo. I was on a certain screensaver. From: Angelo To: Lexylee Care to IM? Or is that too invasive? ****** IM Transcript: Lexylee: hi again Angelo: I DID like what I saw on the screensaver. I liked even more what I saw after the two hours of single malt... Lexylee: that RAT. He never could hold his liquor! Angelo: Don't be mad. Be proud! You are smokin' hot. I would never guess that we were the same age. I LOOK my age, alas, haggard old bastard that I am... Lexylee: So what did he show you after the single malt... Angelo: This whole trove where you are, shall we say, playing with, and wearing xmas lights...Methinks you might have a little exhib streak going there...Plus some in a car, where your skirt is hiked up to the top of your stockings. There was nothing exposed except 2 inches of naked thigh, but it was obvious in a car, and super erotic... Lexylee: Uh, wow. I guess I am flattered...and I feel a little something else, as well. I had better go now. Angelo: Don't go! Lexylee: Not comfortable feeling this way..talking this way with non-husband. Sorry. Didn't mean to tease or anything. Bye Lexylee: hi again. Angelo:It appears that u r back. Gonna tell me to delete ur addie and lv u alone? Lexylee. Haha. No talked to hubbie. Told him that I felt u and I were flirting..and that I started feeling a little... Angelo: finish the sentence. A little what? Sneaky? Guilty? Dare I say it...horny? Lexylee: Yeah. All of those. Angelo. Sorry. I guess. Lexylee: He was funny: "Babe, anything that brings u pleasure and doesn't require stitches or treatment for STDs is OK with me" direct quote. Angelo: good man. That is more or less what he told me in Turkey. He adores you, wants u happy, not bored Lexylee: I adore him more. But I wouldn't be happy if the email was on the other foot... Angelo: gotcha. But the email isn't on the other foot. He doesn't have the same...needs that you do...opportunities that u do...he lives in mining camps, and when he is gone he works 14 hr days...so he is content with his side just wants to make sure u r too... he said "he always u to feel like u had gotten a good deal." Direct quote! Lexylee: Ahhh, I love that man. I got the best deal. Angelo: Ok enuff about HIM. Lets talk about u somemore. What are u wearing now? PSYCHE! Listen gotta go. Nice chattin! Lexylee: Good evening! Angelo: and good morning to u Lexylee: u abt ready 4 bed? Or can u talk a bit? Angelo: always will stay up 4 u,dear Lexylee: flatterer! Angelo: truth. Wish I had way to store u so could hv u when ur not online. Wish I had been bold enuff to ask hubbie to share that screensaver file... Lexylee: Perhaps something could be arranged. Maybe if u begged me! Angelo: this is me on my knees... Lexylee: I like a man in that position. And men like me in that position. Oops! Did I just say that? Angelo: uh, u did. Lexylee: that sounded flirty. And dirty. So sorry Angelo: well u make it hard to fall asleep when u say things like that Lexylee: Now ur doing it: u said "Hard" Angelo: I will rephrase. U make it difficult to fall asleep. But, sadly u make it hard as well. And I did say that. Lexylee: How hard? No don't answer. Soooo, what kind of fotos, hypothetically speaking, would a guy like u like to see? Angelo: Honey, any kind that a hypothetical hottie like u wanted to share. Lexylee: Hypothetical hotttie. I like that. Listen I shd probly let u go so u can get to sleep. Angelo: well,I wont be able to sleep anytime soon after this convo Lexylee: Really? Angelo: Really. Lexylee: Hmm, if I hv this effect on u, why do u need fotos? Angelo: u will hang up and I will be left...in a certain state Lexylee: OH SHIT. I just saw the clock I DO have to leave. Sorry. Bye. Lexylee: Did u get the foto I sent from work today? Angelo: let me check....yes there is something from u... Niiiiice. I like it. From your fone? You fill that blouse quite nicely... Lexylee: Thx. First time I have done that in a long time...foto of myself. Angelo: ladies room? Lexylee: Locker room. Over the sink. It has huge ass mirrors in there too for some reason. U could fotograph an entire elephant in there...or HALF of one of my co-workers.. Angelo: Uh, have some of them let themselves go... Lexylee: that is a delicate way of saying that I work with a bunch of lard asses, yes. Angelo: So you are the only hottie there? Lexylee: ther u go again, with the flattery. Feel free to keep it up. Angelo: I'll try to keep it up Lexylee: so did u fall right to sleep last night? Angelo: What do u think? Lexylee: Maybe that u had a HARD time falling asleep. Angelo: U wd be rite, my little tease. Lexylee: I am NOT a tease. I deliver! Angelo: Promises, promises. Lexylee: Chk ur mail Angelo: Let's see...Whoah. That's what I'm talking about. Lexylee: Can u rt click and chk the time foto taken? Angelo: let's see. Tucson time...is 10 hrs behind, so...10 minutes ago? Lexylee: yeah. Took a few to connect camera and load... Angelo: So those are ur fingers. Covering...well mostly covering... Lexylee: A few more for u on way. Angelo: Wow u are a busy girl this morning. Lexylee: This evening... I am in my jammies. Multi tasking. Shooting and loading...and? Angelo: I LIKE ur jammies. They look smooth and silky like u Lexylee: I am very smooth. I got waxed today after work Angelo: wish u hadn't told me that...oh, your LEGS waxed. I was going for the Xrated gutter version. Lexylee: The gutter version is what I had done. The girl loves me there. She leaves me breathless evertime I go in. She puts these warm clothes on me, then rubs in soothing lotion over the whole area, front and back when she is done. Angelo: sounds erotic as hell Lexylee: I almost came today Angelo: again didn't need to hear that..not helpful. Lexylee: telling u is helping me...Im typing one handed...can u hear me moan Angelo: U are taking this to a whole new level... Lexylee: I am ready to go there. Will you help? Angelo: are u touching ur self Lexylee:yeah Angelo: can u switch to voice so ur hands free? Lexylee: Yeah. Good. "Lexy, are you getting wet?" "I am soooo wet. This has me so hot" "Are you playing with those gorgeous titties?" "With my left." "Tell me what your right hand is doing? Where is your right hand? " OHHH, I am rubbing my clit. And sliding up and down my lips to keep it wet...I love how I feel...I am so smooooth and wet and hot. I am so horny now." "Shove two fingers inside yourself...I want to hear the sucking sound as you pull them out!" "Oh, yess. Can your hear that? Can you hear me fucking myself with fingers?" "Yeah...I wish I was there to see it! I wish I could watch you make love to yourelf." " I wish..." "Tell me. Tell me what you wish?" "I wish you were here,too. But not watching..." " Do you wish that I was touching you?" "Yessss. I do. I want you to touch me!" "Do you wish I was stroking your smooth thighs?" "Uh Huh..." "Do you wish I was kissing your throat?" "Yessss." "Do you wish I was sucking on your gorgeous breasts?" "Uh, huh..." "Do you wish I was there licking your sex?" " God, yes..." "Do you want to feel my breath on the back of your neck?" "Yeah" "Do you want me to lick and finger your rosebud?" " Do you want my hardness rubbing up and own your lips, getting lubed, getting ready, do you want to feel me press against you, all my weight, driving into you, ramming MY HARD COCK IN YOUR HOT PUSSY, EXPLODING INTO YOU? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT NOW!!!!?" " I doooooo...Ohhhhhh, God. Oh, God. Fuuuuuck, fuck ME!" "MY CUM IS POURING OUT OF YOU. IT IS RUNNING DOWN YOUR LEGS. CAN YOU FEEL IT?" "Ohhhhhh, GOD!" " I don't let you clean it up...I make you put on a short skirt and take you to dinner with my discharge running down your legs. The waiter notices, too, and he can't stop staring at your thighs. I order you to take your cloth napkin and go into the bathroom and rub one out, then wipe all of the juice up with the napkin. I order you to write your telephone number on it and hand it to the waiter, asking for a new one because this one is soiled...he takes it from you and brings it his nose...It gives him an instant, unhideable erection...When we leave, he slips you his number, and I tease you about collecting yet another playmate..." " Oh, FUCK. Oh FUCK. Another. Stop. Not one more word. I can't take anymore... That is the hottest thing I have ever heard." "You good?" " That was incredible. Holy shit. Holy shit. Those were the strongest orgasms I can remember having." "Well, I am glad to have played some small part in it..." "Oh, man...Your part was not small...I never cum like that, just by talking..." "I couldn't SEE you, but I think maybe you were doing more than talking..." "I mean usually I need Penthouse letters, or Literotica, or maybe one of my vibes..." "Oh well, cool. What I loved is that there are people walking right outside my door, but with the mike and headset, and the fact that I am the only English speaker in the building, basically..." " I love your voice, and imagining what you look like...I loved the part where you ORDERED me..." "Well, clearly we can never meet now, because my looks never fail to underwhelm...But I LOVE ordering you around...I am hard as rock right now..it definitely worked for me..." "Bullshit. Hubbie said I would think you were handsome..." "Two things to keep in mind...1)Hubbie was into his cups...I caught him ogling a Chrome Percolator, and 2) Most people find me to be hideous. I am short, balding, with a sad, sad, combover, a scraggly worm of a mustache, erectile dysfunction, and in a cruel twist of fate, am plagued with boils and pustules and acne, even though I am practically old enough to be in the AARP." "I think you might be prone to exaggeration." "Perhaps a tetch. Listen, this has been the most fun I have had all year, but I must take my repulsive visage to an utterly pointless project meeting, where a fat guy in a bad suit will flick through an irrelevant set of powerpoint slides, captions in Cyrillic, of course, and I will try to avoid thinking about you, and this conversation because erections are hard to hid in khakis..." "OK...Bye then. I feel bad, though...leaving you like this. Greedy. You know the best thing? I have this little Sony recorder, I have the whole thing, this whole conversation stored...I can relive it anytime I want." "Send me the file and we will call it even. But seriously, truly, you gave me the nicest gift possible...trusting me like that. To share that degree of...intimacy. I am grateful. Bye!" Email Transcript: From: Lexylee To: Angelo Attachment: Lex Ang(date).mp3 Dearest A., After hanging up with you, I was, amazingly, able to reach hubbie. He was on standby in his room, waiting for them to clear a blast, so we were able to videochat. I gave him the background, and then played him the recording...We both CAME, listening to it. He also loved where you order me, and goes, "Why didn't I think of that?" Of course, he had the added benefit of watching me, watching me tweak my nipples (they are SO sensitive right now), watching my fingers speeding on my little joystick, then finally the fingers buried deep inside... And I loved getting to see him spurt all over his yummy trail... So, It was crazy, but he genuinely seemed delighted, and God knows it worked for us a second time ( well, third for me, once for him, zero for you, stuck in that meeting), and he blew me away by asking If I wanted to pick you up at the AIRPORT! I said, "No way, this is perfect...I would rather have fantasy baseball than BASEBALL any day." He goes, "Just remember, you will be alone for a whole additional WEEK, because with all of these delays at this end, no way will I be home when planned." Crazy, huh, my husband basically arranging a playdate for us? A freakin' sleepover! Well, thanks again, hope your meeting was not as awful as you feared. Love and wet kisses, L PS. Recording attached Email Transcript: From: Angelo To: Lexylee Querida, I imagine you sleeping soundly in your big bed, snuggled up to a pile of pillows after your busy, juicy evening. Wish I was there, spooned against your back. Your husband is a funny man. But of course you are absolutely right, meeting would be disastrous. For one, I hate it when people vomit on my shoes (they are real LEATHER, from a COW), and sadly that is the inevitable response to me when people first meet me...I used to think it was just my rank, fetid odor, the fact that I have the hygienic habits of a Bedouin slacker, but apparently it is equally my revolting, deformed aspect. Did you know that Sergei (Brin, Mr. GOOGLE, to you), wrote me to say that I was one of two people who had their profile photos on Gplus flagged...for non-obscene content? True fact. Were you to attempt to google me, you would be greeted with one of those frowny face black square and white circle icons. The other case was that set of Chernobyl Siamese quintuplets that I am sure you are familiar with from reading "World News." Video chat? You never said you had video. You selfish, withholding individual! To think, I could have been ogling you remotely all this time... Cheers,p AKA "El Feo" PS the meeting was even WORSE!!!!! PPS Thx for mp3. will listen when can! ***** Google voice transcript: "Did you get my note, and the recording?" "I did, and I sent you a note back...How did you sleep?" "Ah, there it is...I slept like a champion. Nothing like a multiple before bedtime!" "Glad to hear it!" "Soooo, what are you going to ORDER me to do today, master?" "I like the sound of that. Uh, well the first order is I order you to tell me what you are going to be doing today...Work? Errands, what?" "Not work today. Getting a tooth filled with some fill in dentist-my regular guy is gone, but this is starting to hurt, so I'm not going to wait for his return...That's at nine, and then...let me see, at eleven I meet a landscape contractor, here, and we make a run to the nursery to pick out plants...and I guess that is it for 'gotta dos'" "Excellent. I order you to wear something that is slightly scandalous to your appointments. I order you to drive early to the dentist, and masturbate in the parking lot. I order you to take a picture or two of yourself in the car, ideally with something recognizable in the picture, or in one of them...and again in the dentist office...Take your voice reorder and leave it running in the dentist office, and ask to be put under, because you faint from the sound of the drills...As far as the next, well, I leave that appointment to you...But you see there are always ways to work a little flash, at least, into your day... and then of course, send me a full report. Oh, you have two hours...set up a gplus acct and include me and your hubbie, if you want, in your circles. It is a convenient way to swap files with Picasa...and if you start posting slightly racy materials...well you might find it to be surprisingly enjoyable." "Oh,my God. I'm already getting wet again, just from your instructions! I don't know if I can wait until the dentist to rub one out..." "OK...I'll tell you how it goes..." Email Transcript: Angelo: +Lexylee has added you to her circles on Google plus... Email Transcript: From: Lexylee To: Angelo: Dear Master, I hope you are sleeping well. Your orders were filled by your humble little slave girl as well as she was able...See fotos of the day's events on my new Gplus page. So far they are private, only for you and me. I'm not sure if I want Hubbie to see this yet...And, here is the log in info...if you want to broadcast any of my material...well, you're the boss! I decided on a white lace demi bra and thong set, a fairly short, but ok, pleated navy skirt, white hose (thighs highs, of course) sandals, and a fairly sheer blouse. Navy blazer. I did as directed and rubbed one out in the parking lot-thank God for tinted windows, took some snaps, both of me in the car, with my leg spread, in action, and then one where I am leaning against the car, with the door open for more cover...skirt pulled all the way up over my hips and street sign and dentistry sign behind... Checked in, got ogled by a teen in the waiting room, nice, then followed the (male) tech/aide to my chair. I removed my jacket when I sat in the chair, and then discretely turned on the recorder, opened one more button on my blouse, and arranged myself in the chair so that my stocking tops were just barely visible-no skin, just the band... The tech (Ryan), carefully reclined me to the fullest, and attached my drool bib, managing to almost graze my boobs. His hands were shaking. It was crazy. I felt so powerful. Then the young dentist showed up, no clue what his name was, and he was very chatty, as he proceeded to set up the gas... I wake up however much later, and the first thing I notice is a digital camera on the tray...wasn't there when I sat down. The next thing I notice is that my blouse is no longer tucked in, and that it is buttoned up higher than when I fell asleep. Son of a bitch. Ryan sticks his head in and tells me to come out when I"m ready. I pop the SDcard out of the camera, pocket it, make my next appointment, and head for home... I was fucking blown away when I saw what was on the card...I dumped the whole thing to an album called DDS slimeball. There were pics of at least 10 women, all out, gassed and drooling, and those two clowns with their hands all over us...Blouses open, skirts up, panties pulled aside, zippers undone...I feel really good about stealing the card! And that with the sound file-they were giggling like school boys... Anyway, I didn't have time to check that out before meeting the landscaper. He was not attractive, and I didn't give him any reason to look hard at me...I kept the blazer buttoned, and the skirt pulled down. We'll see who he sends to do the work though... Well, I guess that about wraps it up. Hope you have fun checking out the picasa albums! Ciao for now, L PS.Some of those other girls on the dentist's memory card were really hot. You might want to see if you can track them down... Lexy and Angelo in Cyberspace PPS When do you come back into town? PPPS. "El FEO?" what does that mean? ******* Email Transcript: From: Angelo To: Lexylee Hey girl, A) Feo=Ugly. Spanish. That is how they refer to me in Argentina. B) You did great work!! Again, in Latin America they would say that you earned a "palomita" Literally, little dove, a checkmark! The denist fotos of you are mind blowing, knowing that they weren't staged...I haven't decided if I want to hoard them, or share them... I deleted the other girls. None compared to you, esthetically, and it was just too creepy. And too young for my taste. I shared the link with hubbie, and fwded your email.. He responded with enthusiasm. He loves the idea of showing you off. I understand: I want to show you off, and I don't even know you...It is kind of like when you see the aurora borealis, a shooting star, a perfect sunset: you look around and hope that someone else caught it. Shared the moment... C) This has really been fun, and I sincerely hope you and your husband continue to enjoy...exploring this part of life together. I'll be leaving here soon, and will be in transit for the next few days. I will have to return to my real life soon enough-I live with someone who despises me, I think, but feels that she can extract more misery by refusing to grant my request of divorce. Enough about me. If you are ever in an airport and see a bad smelling, cross eyed dwarf, wearing khakis and a black tshirt, run away, and thank the Gods that you never had to actually meet me! Saludos cordiales, el feo End Part One Lexy and Angelo in Meatspace Google voice transcript: "Hey babe, how are you?" "Well, really, I feel kind of sad...I fwded you that email from A..., he was basically saying goodbye and good luck, right? And it sounds like his life sucks..." "Yeah, his LIFE does suck, he travels to avoid the bruja, the witch, as he calls her. Most people are not as lucky as we are, my dear... That was part of why I wanted you to get in touch with him. Give him a little sunshine, ya know?" "Well, you saw, I asked him when he was getting back to Tucson, and he didn't even answer. It is like he really doesn't want to meet...like he's avoiding me." "Well, he IS avoiding you...he knows that there are different levels of interference in people's lives, and doesn't want to push it. Plus, I think he has some kind of monkish tendencies...on some level feels guilty about pleasure. Feels that he deserves his foul wife. I know her, actually. She was one of my kid´s teachers. I hated her on sight. Phoney ass bitch, was my blink assessment. Listen, why don't I send him a note, and encourage him...Give him my explicit blessing for you to collect him at the airport, at least. As you know, I'm not worried about you, or us. I would love to hear that he spent the whole week with you! Just make sure that your calendar is clear next weekend, when I get home!" "Really? You would do that? You would be OK with that, even if something DID happen?" "I said so, didn't I? Just tell me all about it...and take lots of pictures, I love your G Plus site, by the way. I love reading what all those guys say about your pics...I mean, I KNOW you're hot, but it is cool to see all of those other guys loving the look of you as well..." Email Transcript: From:Angelo TO: Lexylee, Parker You two SURE about this? Email Transcript: From: Parker TO: Angelo Yep. Quit stalling you sissy. Send her your flight info Email Transcript: From: Lexylee TO: Angelo . Yes, MASTER, very sure. Please send me your flight information, and tell me if you have any special orders for me... SMS transcript, sent from LAX: Angelo: No panties. Thigh high stockings. Very High heels. Bring handcuffs, Or zipties. Noise cancelling headphones. Blindfold. More to follow. SMS transcript, sent from LAX: Angelo: Park in short term lot, space D10. arrive in time to masturbate. Then headphones on with music of your choice. Leave car unlocked, and tie your hands behind your headrest. Lexy followed the directions carefully, a growing feeling of excitement and need swelling within her. She happened on a perfect dress at the Express that very afternoon, and settled on a red corset for underneath. Black zip-back stockings and shoes that were almost impossibley high to walk in. She applied her makeup with great care, and giving herself plenty of time, made her way to the appointed parking slot. He obviously knew the Tucson airport...No one parked this far out. She unlocked the doors, and reclined in her seat. It didn't take long-she was incredibly aroused. She donned the headphones, put on some sexy ambient/trance and then the blindfold. By feel, she placed the keys to the car and the cuffs in the cupholder, then cuffed her hands behind her head... About 10 minutes later, She was aware of movement, the car shifting slightly with the opening of the back door-luggage-then...cool air on her legs as her door was opened. She was WAY better looking in person than in the photographs. I just stared down at her, drinking her in, reveling in her beauty, and her helplessness. She had left her dress pulled up to expose the tops of her stockings, her naked thighs, her dripping sex. Hers sex was gaping, glistening with her juices. There was no doubt that she had followed my instructions. The sense of power was intoxicating. Reaching in, I ran a finger down her cheek, along her jaw, over her lips, and moaning at my first touch, she opened her mouth, almost panting, and sucked one in, as though performing a masterful act of fellatio on a tiny penis... Gently, I removed my finger and leaning in, replaced it with my lips, we kissed, mouths open, hungry, for what may have some minutes. When at last I pulled away, she turned to me, pleading, for more... "My arms...can you undo the cuffs?" I did not deign to respond, but instead, slid the stretchy fabric of her dress down to expose a red zip front corset. Better and better. I unzipped a few inches and those magnificent breasts sprang into view. I had planned to torture her by degrees of stimulation, but the sight of her clothed only in the middle, unwrapped like a gorgeous red Christmas present...well, I immediately began to feast on her nipples, and plunge first my fingers, then a water bottle that I had saved for this purpose into her dripping sex...She was shrieking and moaning as one orgasm after another tore through her. When I had enough, and had recorded the scene with my camera, I uncuffed her, but still would not let her see or hear. I let her work the stiffness from her arms for a few minutes, then forced her to lean forward and I cuffed her hands in front of her, buckled the seat belt across her chest, and got in to drive us out of the lot. I left her completely exposed, top and bottom, and enjoyed the startled expression of the lot attendant as I paid the fare. I decided to get gas and see if any opportunity for play presented itself...I pulled in at a pump alongside a college boy. I rolled the windows down, and left my door open so that the dome light would stay on. I wasn't sure how much, if anything, he could see, so when the car was filled, I came around to the passenger side and greeted him. "Hey man, do you have a flashlight, or cellphone...we have lost the keys to these cuffs...and wondered if..." The kid approached her now open door, where I was standing, motioning toward her seat... "It might be on the floor boards by her feet, or maybe under her, in the seat. But I can't see shit with the black upholstery. And of course the fucking keys are black as well..." "See," I said, and pulled her right leg out, causing her sex to gape obscenely, but at the same time giving the impression that I was moving furniture to facilitate a search... "Ya wanna take a crack at 'er, see if you can find them with your young eyes?" The boy knelt on the pavement at the edge of the her seat, in the open door. His eyes fixed on her naked sex, he made a show of brailling around on the floor... "Here," I said, maybe the flash will help, snapping pictures of this complete stranger now a mere foot from her sex... "Lift her legs out of the way...Check underneath her...slide your hand under there...feel anything?" His face was now between her thighs, probably, she could feel his breath on her tender lips... "Oh, yeah," he croaked... "I feel something..." I leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, she looks good enough to eat, huh? Go ahead...have a taste." He did not need any prompting but buried his face in her, lapping at her sex like a thirsty dog at a rain puddle... I snapped a pic, and hen bent to suck on her tits so that she would know that there were two separate men attending to her...In moments, the lad with fingers and tongue, and me with suction on her breasts, brought her to another orgasm. As soon as she came, I perfunctorily dismissed the boy, got in and drove around the corner. I first uncuffed her, then pulled the headphones off, leaving her to remove the blindfold. Lexy turned to me with a dazed expression, seeing my face for the first time. "Hello, bombshell. I'm Angelo. You're even more succulent than I could have imagined."