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Mirrors

By: Art



Ah for the good old days when sex was a lot more casual, and fucking one or two women you didn't know (or a woman getting laid by a guy she didn't know) wouldn't expose you to a life threatening disease. This little incident happened just before the AIDS outbreak, and as best as I remember, it went like this:

I had picked up a copy of "The Rocky Mountain Oyster" at the liquor store last night, but had left it in my car. Now as I headed into my favorite watering hole, Cristy's Bar and Grill, I took it with me. This "newspaper" was mostly ads, but as they were of a sexual nature, they were very often very amusing. Oh, there were a few articles in this rag too, but they were rarely worth reading. Most of the articles were explaining things that any sixth grader could have given you more information about. I ordered a beer and opened the paper. Some of the ads were pretty outrageous. Shortly after the beer arrived, I had gotten to my favorite section - Imprisoned Sweethearts. I was just getting into it when Pam arrived and slid into the booth next to me. She was wearing a short, form fitting, dress. I wasn't feeling bad before, but I was sure feeling better looking at her in that dress!

"Hi Tom," she said cheerfully, "I saw your car in the parking lot so I thought I would stop in and have a cold one with you if you were alone - and you are....I think."

"Yup, I'm alone."

"That's my trouble. I am too." she said with a sigh. The waitress showed up and Pam ordered a beer.

"What happened to your last he-man." I asked after the waitress left.

"That hunka burnin' love didn't work out."

"Kinda snuffed his flame did ya?"

"I guess." There was another sigh. "After a couple of hot times in the sack and I discovered that there just wasn't anything else. So," she said changing the subject away from her failed love life, "what are you doing? Looking for a good 1-800 phone sex number? Your love life can't be that bad."

"No, it isn't. I was just reading all these ads by women in prison who are going to be released and are looking for a good time when they get out."

"A good time being what exactly? Sticking up convenience stores and making a getaway in a hot looking and very stolen car?"

"Probably. I sure as hell wouldn't touch any of then, but their ads are always amusing. They always try to sound so sweet and innocent. Just looking for a good time. Some of the other ads were pretty interesting too. A few women were out looking for a sugar daddy."

"Uh-hu. Here's an interesting ad." she said pointing to an adult motel ad. "Hot Times Motel. Newly remodeled," she started reading, "suits optional swimming pool, rooms with waterbeds and conventional beds, mirrored ceilings, and large wall mirrors for you and your partners complete enjoyment. Wall mirrors?" she asked, " I've never heard of anyone putting a mirror on a wall near a bed that had anything to do with sex."

I looked at the ad. Sure enough, that's what it said. "I've had sex on beds with mirrors over them and that was rather erotic, but I have never had a mirror next to the bed."

"What was it like with the mirror over the bed?" she asked.

"With all of your experience you had never made it with a mirror over you?"

"Nope. I must have led a sheltered life."

"Well, it was pretty cool when she was on top or when we were laying next to each other on our backs or sides. I guess it adds a little something. Only one person can really see the other person in it when you are going at it though - for the most part. The real problem with it is that it is so far above you that you are seeing the action from quite a distance. If the mirror is six feet above you, you are seeing the action as if you were twelve feet away."

The waitress arrived with her beer and quickly departed. "Hmm," she sighed, "I guess it would be nice to see the guys cute little butt going at it while he is giving me all he has, even if it wasn't a close up view." She took a sip of her beer."But then I might start laughing if it was too funny."

"I don't think your laughing would go over too well, but yea, I think the woman gets a lot more out of it than the man does." I said, "When the girl I was with was on top she was usually sitting up, so there wasn't much to see in the mirror above her except the top of her head. That idea of putting a large one next to the bed on a wall would be a lot more interesting."

"You guys really get into the visual part of sex don't you? I mean I like it some, but I really get into the feeling mostly."

"I get into the visual part of it, but all this talk about it is getting to me now." I said. I was about to adjust a rather hard cock, now in an uncomfortable place in my pants, when I felt her hand touch my leg and go looking for it.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed when she found it. "You really get into mirrors don't you?" She rubbed her small hand up and down the length a few times before removing it.

"No. I'm into sex and I'd like to get into you at this point. Why don't we finish our beers and go over to this motel and try their wall mirrors?" By now I was hoping she was as horney as I was.

"Okay."

"Too bad it was so hard to talk you into it." I said with a chuckle.

"I'm horney, you're horney, we know we make good lovers and lousey roommates, so why not? Besides, I would really like to get fucked rather well right now."

It was true. Some of the greatest sex I had ever had had been with Pam, but when we tried living together we found that that didn't work. We parted but stayed friends and even hit the sack together now and then. We just couldn't live together. "Then let's finish these beers and either I take you out to dinner and then over there, or we go right over there." I said, and then downed the rest of my beer.

"Oh, well as long as I get a choice, you can take me out to dinner first." she said and finished hers.

The waitress came by pretty quickly. "I don't suppose you want another round before you two go and fuck your brains out?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh God!" Pam whispered, "Were we that loud?"

"No, I was that close." said the waitress. "I was cleaning up the next booth after those slobs left and couldn't help but overhear some of your conversation. I wish I had someone to take me over there. Sounds like fun. Here's the check. Have fun."

The waitress was pretty good looking, so I figured what the fuck. "Wanna join us?" I asked half kidding. I wasn't sure if Pam would go for a threesome or not, but I thought she was into that scene a little.

"Going for broke Tom?" Pam asked looking down at her empty glass. "Maybe she isn't into that kind of scene ya know."

"I wouldn't mind it," the waitress said, "but I don't think your girlfriend here would like it that much unless she is into playing with other girls too. Besides, I don't get off work here for a couple of hours yet."

Now it was Pam who surprised me. "I could go for it alright, and I do like playing with other girls. This little sudden threesome just came as a surprise that's all. We were going to get something to eat first. Uh, that makes you getting off at eight. Isn't that sort of an odd shift ending time for a waitress job?"

"I usually work the afternoons, but I'm covering for another girl who is going to be late. By the way, I'm Tammy."

"Nice to meet you Tammy, I'm Tom and this is Pam." I said introducing us all. Christ, here was an invitation if ever there was one. I had just invited the waitress to join us in a threesome and Pam had said she would go for it, but that we were going to eat first. "I guess we could get something to eat and then come back here for the last bit of your shift and then the three of us could go off and try this mirrored motel. Is that okay with you Pam?"

"Sure. Do those places allow three people to rent a room or will one of us have to sneak in?"

Tammy answered before I could. "Nah, they just charge a few extra bucks for the extra person and don't ask questions." she said with a grin. "This sounds great! I didn't have any plans for the evening, no date, and I just thought it was going to be me and my finger tonight."

"Have you ever been to this Hot Times Motel before?" Pam asked Tammy.

"No, not that one, but I have been to other adult motels before. Mostly out of state, but they were always the same when it came to checking in." she said.

"Good," Pam said, "I'd hate to have one of us have to sneak in. This is starting to sound like fun!"

This was hard to believe. In a matter of twenty minutes or less I had gone from an evening alone to having two hot women in an adult motel room. "We'll go and eat and come back for you." I said picking up the check and getting up.

"Great! I have to get back to work. See you two in a little while then."

"You bet!" said Pam as we headed for the register.

I paid the tab and then went back and left Tammy a pretty good tip.

Pam and I decided on Chinese for dinner and went to a nice place not to too far from the bar. We were seated pretty quickly at a little table for two in a secluded corner of the restaurant. After we ordered, Pam excused herself and said she had to go to the lady's room. She came back a few minutes later, sat down, and handed me something small and soft made of silky cloth under the table.

I kept it hidden, but looked at it in my lap. It was her panties! I just looked at her and grinned. "Thanks," I said, "I wasn't really sure if you were into this."

"Letting you know I was horney like that, or into a threesome with another woman?" she asked with a grin.

"Into the threesome bit." I said.

"I said I was. This is going to be one hot night! I like playing with other girls. Are you ready for two horney women?"

"Am I ever!"

"Did you notice the wet spot on my panties?" she asked. "That ought to give you some idea of how hot I am for this!"

I hadn't, but I ran a finger over the cotton crotch of her silky panties and then noticed a very wet spot. I was hard before, but now my stiff cock was about ready to rip right through my pants. I noticed the waiter approaching with our dinner so I slipped her panties into my pocket. I doubted she would ever get them back.

About half way through dinner I felt a stocking covered little foot slip between my legs and probe my crotch looking for my cock. She found it and stroked it a few times with her foot. "Just wanted to see if you were still thinking of me." she whispered.

We finally managed to finish dinner and went back to the bar. Tammy was still there and came over to us when we found a booth. "Are we still on for tonight?" she whispered.

"I gave Tom my panties while we were eating just to let him know that I was." Pam told her quietly.

"So, are you all ready for us Tom?" Tammy asked me.

"Of course. I was ready when I asked you. After she handed me her wet panties, I was ready right then and there."

"They were wet? Wow! I have to take care of a few other customers. Be back in a sec." Tammy seemed impressed and went of to take care of a few other customers. She couldn't spend all of her time with us after all; she was still working. What seemed only like a few minutes later she approached my from behind and quickly handed me a handful of silky cloth. It was her panties! "Just see how wet they are!" she said softly. "I can't wait to get off, and I mean more than just out of here. I have been thinking of nothing else since you two went off to get something to eat. I really have the hots for both of you. I didn't know what I was going to do if you two hadn't come back." She left again to take care of other customers.

I had the feeling Tammy was going to be a real tiger when Pam and I got her in bed.

Pam and I nursed another beer for the remaining forty minutes of Tammy's shift. Finally the other waitress came and Tammy was off. "It's party time!" she said as she came over to us.

We all piled into my car and headed across town for the Hot Times Motel. I felt like I was on top of the world as we rode along. Here I was headed for a swinger's motel with two hot horney women - who had no undies on. I was in for the night of my life. And I had thought this was going to be another boring Saturday night!

When we got to the motel, the two girls stayed in the car and I went in to check in. I asked about the rooms and decided on going first class. I got one of their deluxe rooms. The clerk never even blinked when I said it was a party of three. "We have room twenty one; one of their finest." I said as I got back into the car.

We got to the room and the three of us went in. It was a fabulous room! There was a king sized bed with a huge mirror above it and another one on the wall next to the bed, new thick carpeting, and a hottub. The large hottub was in a small room off of the main room. There was a large bathroom with an oversized shower and a bidet for the women. The room with the hottub in it even had two large mirrors. This room was definitely for those into the visual part of sex! This room had cost a fortune, but it was going to be worth it.

"Fill the hottub and let's get naked!" Tammy called as she headed into the room with the hottub, kicking her shoes off as she went. A few seconds later we could hear the rush of the water as the tub started to fill.

Pam and I were checking out the large mirror beside the bed and the one over it while Tammy filled the hottub.

"I can see where you would get more out of the one on the wall than the one on the ceiling." Pam said as she sat on the bed and spread her legs to see her naked crotch. "You certainly are much closer to the action with this mirror."

Tammy came out of the hottub room with her top off and was undoing her bra as she came over to the bed. "Well, come on you two." she said as the bra slipped off revealing two very nice firm tits with hard nipples. "Get naked. I want to see some nude bodies around here! Don't just sit there looking at yourself Pam, let's get into the hottub!"

Pam and I had been checking out the room and hadn't started to get undressed. Now we stripped in what had to be record time. Three naked people went into the room with the hottub and found seats as the tub filled.

"It was a long day." said Tammy as she lay her head back and relaxed as the tub filled. "This is just what I need. This and a good fucking or two."

"Me too." said Pam. "Tom, stand up. I need to suck on something nice and stiff."

I stood in the center of this large hottub facing Pam, my stiff cock out in front of me. Before I knew what was going on Pam had that thing so far into her mouth it was hitting the back of her throat. She was always good at oral and I was getting her very best now. As she sucked on me and the tub filled, I could see that Tammy was playing with herself as she watched us. The tub was just over half full now and the bubbles were obscuring part of the view, but I could still see Tammy's hand between her long sexy legs. "Too bad the water hides your hand." I told Tammy.

"Oh, you like to watch do you?" she asked getting out of the water and sitting of the edge.

"Sure. There's nothing like watching a girl get herself off while I am getting a great blow job." I noticed myself in the mirror with Pam blowing me. That was pretty striking too. It was great having all these mirrors around.

Tammy giggled a little. "So do I and I just happen to like showing off a little too." She spread her legs nice and wide, laying one out along the edge of the hottub, and resumed working her obviously swollen clit over with her finger. As clits go, Tammy looked to have a nice large easy to find one. "I guess Pam and I will put on quite a show for you too once she gets done with you."

"He can count on it!" said Pam coming up for air. "And I don't think he is going to last much longer with this either."

She was right. She went back to work on me and I knew I was getting very close. Tammy's finger was going faster now and it looked like she wouldn't last much longer herself. A few more minutes and I knew I was quickly getting to the point of no return and was about to unload everything I had into Pam's hot sucking mouth.

Tammy reached over and turned the water off as the tub was now full. She lay along the edge of the hottub now and resumed fingering her clit. Then she slipped her other hand under one leg and slid two fingers into her opening.

That was all I could take. I felt my come start from deep inside and rush up the length of my hard shaft. "Oh God Pam, here it comes!......I'm coming!" I groaned as the first load shot deep into her mouth and down her throat. 

"Oh pull it out so I can see him squirt at least once!" Tammy squealed.

Pam obliged her by quickly moving her head back and off my cock. She held her mouth open and squeezed the base of my cock just a little. The next huge squirt sprang out of the end and into her open mouth. Having done that for Tammy, Pam ran my cock deep into her mouth again.

Those first two squirts were followed by load after load. After all that had happened so far tonight, I was really horney and full of come just waiting to rush out. I gave Pam everything in spurt after spurt. She never missed a stroke and sucked and swallowed everything I could give her.

"Oh God that looks so hot!" said Tammy as she watched us. She stopped fingering herself and slid into the water and come over to us. "Don't swallow all of his come." she begged. "I want to taste it too." She put her head right next to Pam's. I think she wanted to suck some of my come out of me too, but Pam let go of my now spent cock with her mouth and quickly turned to Tammy. Pam put a hand on the back of Tammy's head and pulled her head around to her and French kissed her. It appeared that Pam was giving Tammy some of my come from her mouth. Tammy looked surprised, but wasted no time in getting into this very sexy French kiss with Pam.

By now I was so spent I was weak-kneed and had to sit down while I watched the two girls kiss.

"Damn that was hot!" Tammy said breaking the kiss a moment later. "His come tastes sweet too."

"How about eating me?" Pam asked Tammy.

"Sure. Sit up on the edge and we will give poor exhausted Tom a show."

Poor exhausted Tom was more than willing to just sit there and watch these two hot ladies get each other off. It would give me a few minutes to recover and then I could probably have my pick of which one to get it on with again.

Pam sat on the edge of the hottub, leaned back, and spread her legs wide for Tammy.

Tammy moved over to Pam and ran a finger down Pam's slit, parting the outer lips and then slipped that finger deep into her when she got down to her opening. Pam let out a low moan as the finger entered her. She moaned again as Tammy's tongue began to work over her dark pink inner lips and her swollen clit.

I moved over close to them. "I wouldn't want to miss this show for anything." I said as I settled into a seat next to the two girls.

"Pretty hot huh?" asked Tammy as she licked at Pam.

"You bet!" I slid a hand down Tammy's soft body under the water. It slid down between her legs. Her legs were open wide as she worked on Pam, and I ran my hand over her sex and then let one finger part her sex lips. Tammy moaned into Pam's pussy as my finger slid over her clit. Tammy's clit was even bigger that I thought it was; a good half inch long when it was erect like now. A regular small cock! I started by running my finger tip over the tip of her clit, and then changed to stroking the under side of it. Tammy was going wild now. She was really getting excited eating Pam and with my finger on her clit, she was going to come before Pam was at the rate she was going.

"Slow down a little Tom." Tammy finally begged, I want to get Pam off first, then you can make me come.

Pam wasn't too far from coming herself. Her breathing was coming fast and shallow now and her hips were starting to move against Tammy's face. "Pretty soon." she moaned. "I'm gonna come all over your face........Oh God this feels good. Nothing feels as good as another girl's tongue on my clit or a guys nice stiff cock inside me."


Mirrors



I changed positions now. I knelt next to Tammy and reached under her with one hand from behind her to finger he clit and opening. My other hand went to her breast to play with her long sexy nipples. I gently but firmly pinched her nipples and pulled on them as I admired her sexy back and shapely ass.

"Oh God that feels good Tom." Tammy said as she ate Pam. I just want to make Pam come before I do.

"That's okay......" Pam panted, "......I'm coming.....I'M COMING!.....OH YES!!" she shrieked. She sat up and pulled Tammy's face firmly against her crotch as she came all over her face. "Oh God I needed this!"

I slowed down on Tammy as Pam came all over Tammy's face, letting Tammy give her a great orgasm. As Pam's orgasm started to die down, I pinched and pulled on Tammy's nipples even harder than I had before and my finger made a determined assault on her erect clit. Tammy gave a low groan and began coming with her face still stuck in Pam's pussy. Tammy's limbs became weak and I had to let go of her nipple and hold her body up with that hand as she came on my finger. She was having a great orgasm that just went on and on. When she was done she just turned around and sat down on a seat under the water.

"That was great." said Pam as she slid into the hot water next to Tammy.

"Tell me about it." gasped Tammy. "I haven't gotten off on a guy's finger like that in I don't know how long.

"You have a very talented tongue." said Pam as she tried to get her breath back.

"Why don't we rest and relax in here for a few more minutes and then get out and try those mirrors around the bed?" I suggested.

"Okay."

"Sure. I just had a great come, but I could still use a good fucking." said Tammy.

"Well don't wear him out, because I could too." said Pam.

We rested, enjoyed the hot water and felt each other up a little before getting out and getting dried off. This motel had nice thick fluffy towels. Much better than the thin cheaper ones that so many hotels and motels use. I slowly dried myself off as I watched the two girls first start drying themselves off, then they started to dry each other, paying special attention to each others breasts, bushes, and asses. I was getting hard already just watching them drying each other. Once we were dry, we spread our towels around to dry and headed for the bed and the mirrors.

We all clambered up on the bed, myself in between the two girls and lay on our backs and looked at each other in the ceiling mirror. We felt like a kid with a new toy. As we lay there, I put a hand on each of the girls mounds and began to play with their bushes an outer sex lips. They just lay there watching me in the mirror and what I was doing to the other.

"Spread your legs Tammy. I want to watch him finger you in the mirror." Pam said as she watched the mirror in fascination.

Tammy spread her legs and brought her knees up some, giving me complete access to her sex and providing a better view for Pam.

"You too Pam." Tammy said. She wanted to watch Pam get fingered too. She reached over and began stroking my already hard cock.

We did this for several minutes. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. "I want to be inside one of you two." I said.

"Okay." Pam said. "How about me with me on top?"

"That's fine. I'm getting horney as all hell laying here fingering the two of you and having you stroking me."

"Why don't you turn sideways on this bed and put your head on Tammy's tummy. That way you can see yourself going in and out of me in the wall mirror and so can Tammy. Tammy can see everything as she plays with herself or my tits, or," she giggled, "plays with herself and my tits or clit at the same time."

"Don't make him come then." Tammy said. "I want a little of him inside me pretty soon here too."

"Don't worry, we can share him until we get him off." Pam said winking at her.

I moved around like she suggested and put my head on Tammy's tummy as Pam climbed on top of me. As she held my stiff cock up and lowered herself down on it, I only had to move my head to the side a little to watch it disappear into her hot wet pussy in the mirror. Once she was moving up and down on me, I found that I only had to move my head a little more and Tammy was able to feed my one of her firm nipples. She seemed to love having me suck on a nipple as she fingered herself and watched Pam and I get it on in the two mirrors.

Pam turned and watched me going in and out of her opening. "This really is pretty hot." she said softly. "It's a lot better than I thought it would be." She started moving slower, raising up until just the head was still inside her tight pussy, and then going down on it as far as she could, watching this in the mirror the whole time.

"Mind if I have a turn?" Tammy asked, almost begging. "I really need something nice and stiff inside me right now."

"Just a minute." she replied, "I kinda need this too, and it feels so good. You aren't going to come soon are you Tom?"

"No, I can hold off for quite a while now after that blow job you gave me."

"Did you really like it?" she asked, still watching me going in and out of her with some fascination.

"No kidding. Couldn't you tell by the amount come I gave you?"

"Yea,....if you can hold off, maybe I will just come now and then let Tammy get up here and you can get her off too."

"Just don't blow it and make him come too." Tammy teased her.

"Okay," I said, "Let's get you off." I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down hard on me as I began to pound myself into her. I was nice and hard but in no immediate danger of coming. Pam on the other hand was so hot she couldn't hold off at all.

"Oh God, you're making me......COME." she screamed. "I'M COMING!" She stopped watching herself getting fucked and lay on my chest as she began to come.

By the time Pam's orgasm was done, she had come close to getting me off again. A lot closer than I thought she would. Her tight little pussy spasming as she came and her hot body pressing against mine was just about too much.

Pam rolled off me and Tammy moved around to take her place. As Tammy moved over me, she lifted my still soaking wet cock up with her hand and aimed it at her opening. She slid down on me, taking it all the way into her, in one motion. Tammy was every bit as tight as Pam. I knew I wasn't going to last too long with this hot woman fucking away at me. I grabbed a pillow and slipped it under my head. I wanted to see her fine little tight ass in the mirror too.

"Oh God this feels good." Tammy moaned as she started riding me. "I really needed this." She turned her head and looked in the mirror on the wall. "This is the first time I have ever watched myself getting fucked." she said. "This is pretty hot."

Pam was laying on her side near us watching us. "It does add something doesn't it?"

"A lot more than I thought it would." said Tammy still watching me going slowly in and out of her.

Pam now got up and sat next to Tammy. "You really have a nice ass." she said as she caressed tammy's shapely behind.

Now I had both hands busy playing with Tammy's long nipples, pinching them and pulling on them. I hoped she was going to get off soon as I knew that even with this slow pace I wasn't going to last long.

"Kiss me." Tammy almost begged looking at Pam. "I'm really getting close."

Pam moved a little closer and began French kissing Tammy. It really looked hot from where I was! I could feel Pam's hand come down off Tammy' s ass and feel the length of my cock as I moved in and out of Tammy. Pam was getting her hand and Tammy's ass crack all wet with our juices.

"Slip a finger in my ass." Tammy begged Pam. "That always fees good and you will be able to feel Tom's cock inside me."

A few seconds later I cold feel the pressure of Pam's finger inside Tammy's ass pressing against my cock. I really wanted to come now. "It's time to come Tammy." I told her. "I can't hold off any longer." I let go of her tits and put my hands on her hips, slamming myself up and into her as she came down on me.

"I'm ready too." she said, and began to fuck away at me faster and harder, slamming her hot pussy down onto me with each stroke now.

"Come on you two, let's really hear it." Pam said, cheering us on. "Let me really hear you two come. This is a fuck motel, so let the whole place know that you are getting off!"

I wasn't really into that, but Tammy was. "Oh God this feels great!" she said in a very loud voice. "So fucking great. I'm gonna come all over his nice hard cock." By now she was really pounding away at me. The louder she got the harder she fucked. Vocalizing about what she was doing just made it better for her. "I'm gonna cream all over his nice hard cock any second now."

I was already there. "I'M COMING!" I yelled, "I'M COMING....OH GOD THIS IS A GOOD ONE! FUCK ME TAMMY, FUCK ME!"

Tammy started to come then too, and if I had thought she was loud before, she was even louder now. She wanted the whole world to know that she was getting off. "OH GOD....I'M COMING....I'M COMING....SO FUCKING HARD ON HIS NICE COCK. YESSSSSSS!" she screamed.

"This is great!" Pam said, "I can even feel your tight little ass squeezing my finger Tammy!"

I thought I could still feel Pam's finger rubbing on my cock as it slid in and out of Tammy's convulsing body, but I was shooting load after load of my come into her and was so into this very intense orgasm that I didn't really notice Pam's finger all that much. I was just too busy filling Tammy's tight pussy with my hot come. "Oh God this is a good one!" I groaned.

"Oh keep fucking me Tom.......keep fucking me." Tammy said in a loud voice. Her orgasm was beginning to wane, but she was still coming. "Oh God that was great!" she said when she was finally done. 

"You two were so hot!" said Pam as she pulled her finger from Tammy's ass. "After we rest a little, and maybe soak in the hottub a little more, I want to get off on him like that!"

Tammy rolled off me and lay on her back with her legs apart catching her breath. There was a small trickle of come running out of her pussy, but she was too satisfied and tired to care.

"You're leaking come." Pam giggled.

"That's what the bidet is for." sighed Tammy. "I'll get it later."

Well, we did rest a little, caught our breath, and then adjourned to the hottub for about half an hour. We went back to the bed and this time Tammy was first and had a small orgasm. Then Pam rode me to her finest orgasm of the evening. She had been somewhat restrained during her first orgasms of the evening, but after Tammy had a screaming good one, Pam had changed. If I had thought Tammy had been loud earlier, Pam wanted to let the whole block know that she was getting off!

Copyright (C) 1997 By Art. All rights reserved. 



Mirrors



As I lay there - staring out of the window across the room -, I could see the brightness of the moon cascading down through the branches of the old oak tree outside. It was winter now, and there were no leaves left on the long woody stems -, the silvery light bounced off each branch and left a surreal glow.

I sat up and swung my legs around to place them on the thickly carpeted floor.  My bare feet sinking into the pile; my toes wiggling, feeling the soft fibres trying to close around them. I sighed and got to my feet. Tonight was going to be a long one. I only hoped the usual tedium wouldn't drag me down as it often tried to.

I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. Whilst I waited for the water to reach its optimal temperature, I admired my body in the full length mirror on the back of the now closed door. I stood straight, reaching my full 5' 6" height. I gazed at my red wavy hair that flowed smoothly down to my slender waist, my bright and sparkling hazel eyes that became greener in summer and browner in winter, and my round face with pouty lips that begged to be kissed but never were lately. I lowered my eyes and gazed at my breasts in the mirror. They weren't large by any stretch of the imagination - a 34C in size - but shapely and firm, with large, dark aureoles that led the eye to the delicate, round nipples.

The mirror then began to steam up from the now hot shower, so I quickly stepped into the cubicle and showered, taking care to cleanse every inch of my body. I poured some liquid soap into my palm and began to lather my body - working in long, firm strokes over my arms and legs. As I lathered and washed, I allowed the water to cascade over my body, rinsing and making my skin tingle as each droplet exploded on contact then ran down to caress my naked flesh and wash away the nights dirt into the drain.

After washing my hair, I stepped out of the shower and reached for a large fluffy white towel to dry myself. I didn't have time for a long soothing pat dry, so I vigorously dried my body. As I reached between my legs to dry my thighs and centre, I suddenly wished I had someone to do this for me - someone who would lovingly rub the towel over me, teasing me gently. My mind began to imagine a tall, blond haired man with muscles that were firm and toned and large hands that were so gentle - just imagining those hands reaching my core with the towel sent shivers through me.I broke my reverie and dried my hair, then walked back into my bedroom to dress and get ready for work.

I arrived at the club and, after chatting with the doormen, walked through to the office. I made a fresh pot of coffee and sat down at the desk to read the mail. Starting this club had been a dream of mine that had finally been realised two years ago. It had taken me a year to find staff that I trusted and the manager I had hired was certainly worthy of the trust. Six months ago I had given him more responsibilities and that meant I could cut my hours and take time out to enjoy the world again - eighteen months of spending sixteen hours a day working had been taking its toll on me.

I was just reading through an invoice from the building contractors for some refurbishments they had done when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Tom, my manager, looking down at me.

"Need another coffee?", he asked. "Thanks, but I think I'll finish this one and then head out to check the cleaners have done their jobs properly", I replied. "Okay", Tom said cheerfully, "You might want to check the gents too, I've not had time to yet. I've got to restock the barrels"

I finished reading the days mail and yet again had let my coffee go cold. I was so bad for doing that. I couldn't remember the last time I had ever managed to drink a full cup. I got up and headed out into the main area of the club - there were two bar areas either side of the club, and one huge dance floor in the middle. The D.J.'s booth was elevated and we quite often managed to have big name D.J.s performing with us. I checked the areas, making sure everything was clean and tidy, that there were no obstructions to doorways and headed off to the back of the club to check the facilities.

I entered the ladies first and the scent of perfume caught me as soon as I opened the door. The air conditioning in the ladies was on a different circuit to the rest of the club, it had an auto timed switch that sprayed a mist of delicate scent into the vents and then the fans would push it out into the room making it more welcoming. After all, ladies spent more time in this room than the men did in theirs.

I checked all the stalls and made sure the bins had been emptied and everything replenished before looking at my watch and seeing we had only an hour now till opening time. I walked back out and headed for the gents. Even after seeing this room for these two years, it still held an air of school girl curiosity for me. Upon entering, there was no scent to welcome me, just the clean smell of disinfectant. I quickly worked my way around, checking the urinals and stalls. It wasn't that I distrusted my cleaners, just that I had a habit of double checking everything - just to satisfy myself everything was being done to make this one of the best clubs around... I had worked damned hard on this club and I had made sure both the ladies and gents facilities did not look and feel like an outhouse.

As I headed back towards the door, I caught sight of myself in the large mirrors on the wall by the hand basins. I walked forward and, looking into them, adjusted my hair - stray tendrils had given me the look of someone who had rushed about.

Running my fingers through my hair, I began to think back to earlier and drifted off into my imaginings again. My tall, blond man was walking up behind me, a sultry smile on his lips, I kept my eyes focussed on the mirror as he put his hand on my hips and pressed his body close to mine. Leaning his head down and using his chin to brush my hair out of the way, he began to softly brush his lips over my neck. His tongue slaked out and trailed across the side of neck making me whimper in delight. I did not dare close my eyes for fear that, if I did, the dream would vanish and the ultra realistic sensations of his tongue on my skin would disappear too.

His mouth worked its way upward to my ear, gently pulling on the lobe with his lips - his tongue flicking at the edge - whilst his hands teasingly moved up my sides, moving over my ribcage, his thumbs pressing firmly but gently in to my lace covered skin. I could feel my body getting hotter, skin tingling and yearning to be touched. As his hands reached even further up and his fingers brushed the sides of my breasts, I gasped.The audible sound brought me to my senses and I span around, only to come face to face with the man in my dreams. I stood there agape, my chest heaving with my laboured breaths.

He smiled and lowered his head, his lips finding mine and pressing firmly, his tongue flat and pushing against my lips trying to part them. I stood there transfixed, trying to understand what was happening. He began to trace the outline of my lips with the tip of his tongue and I felt a shudder run through me. His hands moved to the outsides of my thighs and worked their ways upwards, pulling my skirt up with them. My lips began to part of their own volition and I closed my eyes.

My mind was working against my body, trying to figure out how this could be happening. I hadn't heard a door opening. My body meanwhile was becoming alive as he dragged my skirt up over my hips and his tongue invaded my mouth - exploring, tasting, catching my tongue and swirling his around it. He placed his hands either side of my hips and hoisted me up, placing me gently down onto the countertop that held the basins. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss, soft murmurs escaping my throat as he tugged on my bottom lip.

His hands moved to my lace top and slowly his fingers worked to undo the three buttons that held it closed. When he had undone the final button, he ran his long fingers up my arms - the nerve endings awakening as he passed over them. He reached my hands and unfolded them from around his neck, placing them down by my sides. Then, hooking his fingers into the lapels of my lace top and pushing it off my shoulders, he let it fall down my arms, exposing me in my bra-less glory. I let out a moan of emptiness as he broke the kiss and pulled away from me slightly.

"You're so beautiful", he whispered, as he lowered his head and took one of my now erect nipples into his mouth. My back arched with the sudden jolt of pleasure and I pressed myself to his mouth, urging him to take more. Teeth began to lightly graze over my nipple and I felt his other hand begin to knead my free breast and tweak at the centre, his fingers squeezing my nipple enough to make me gasp. I curled my fingers into his hair and moaned softly as his tongue twirled around my nipple and aureole. When his mouth moved away, the cool air rushed to the wet trails and only heightened the sensations more.

I took hold of one of his hands and guided it to the inside of my thighs - I was on fire and I knew only he could quench the flames. His hand moved upwards, thumbs grazing the skin till he reached the warmth of my womanhood. Spreading my legs further apart, he moved his fingers to me and ran them full length up my lips, covered by a thin veil of cloth. I watched his eyes as he gazed at his fingers working them up and down in long strokes, always stopping just before he would reach my small nub.

The passion in his eyes and the pleasure his fingers were giving me, drove me insane. My breathing was ragged, I needed this man to take me - my inner sanctum craved it. I tilted my head backwards and began to knead one of my breasts, pulling and tugging on the nipple as he pulled aside the cloth covering my wetness and pushed two fingers passed the lips and into me. 

"Look at me!", he commanded. I slowly complied and lifted my head. I didn't want to think, didn't want to breathe, didn't want him to stop his ministrations of my body. His eyes held mine in a tight lock as he pushed his fingers even deeper into my burning depths, withdrawing them to the point of almost being out, then driving them back in, the pad of his thumb rubbing my little nub. I could feel my body begin to tense, waves of electric pleasure ran through me. My breathing was coming out in short little pants and I struggled to keep my eyes open. Just as I thought I could no longer take this intense pleasure, he quickly lowered his head and sucked my nub into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing, his tongue flicking over the end of it. I exploded right there and then in the biggest orgasm I'd ever known. My eyes clouded over, my breath held fast in my lungs, my whole body spasmed and shuddered. Slowly I began to regain some sense of where I was as he pulled his fingers out of me and softly licked at my juices.

I sat up straight and he offered me his fingers. I took them one by one into my mouth, slowly sucking and licking up and down each one, tasting myself on them. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I could see him breathing faster - obviously enjoying what I was doing. 

I slid off the countertop and he caught me as my legs wobbled. I kissed him passionately, pressing my body hard against him and feeling his erect member against my stomach. I moved my hands down to his waist and unfastened his trousers, pulling them off his hips and letting them fall to the ground. Needing to see more, I carefully began to remove his underwear, moving my body downwards as I did so until I was on my knees, face to face with this huge throbbing erection. Oh god, how I needed that inside me - but I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had just given me.

Taking his member in one of my hands, I slowly ran it up and down the full length of his shaft. Gazing at it, snaking my tongue out, I began to lightly lick from the base of the shaft to the tip. Hearing him moan only made me want more and, as I reached the tip, I swirled my tongue around it then took the head into my mouth, pushing it passed my lips. His hands came to the back of my head and he began to thrust his hips forwards. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, using my tongue to tease and lick, keeping my lips tightly sealed against him.

After a few more thrusts he pulled away from my mouth and yanked me to my feet, turning me around and pushing me against the countertop. I gasped with the speed and the thrill of it. No-one had ever done this to me before. He leaned in close, rubbing the tip of his manhood against my rear. Growling in my ear he said, "I want you now, I'm going to take you - hard and fast".  He spread my legs wider with one of his feet and pressed his member against my inner lips. 

"Hope you're ready baby", he grunted.Grasping the back of my hips, he thrust himself inside me - stretching my inner walls, my wetness surrounding him. I cried out with the shock and sheer lustful pleasure of it. My tummy was pressed against the edge of the countertop, there was no way I could move forward. Thrusting into me again and again, he grunted his pleasure each time as I pushed my hips back, matching his rhythm - the friction was intense, he filled me like no other had ever done.

He leaned his upper body back to see himself sliding in and out of me - the thought of him watching that made me even more excited and I moved one of my hands down passed my tummy and between my legs- rubbing at my nub and lips, feeling for his shaft, then sliding a finger inside myself next to his big hard member, moving it in time with his thrusts.

Feeling the wet inside my hot centre coupled with his swelling manhood thrusting in and out of me began to tip me over the edge again - I cried out again and again and his thrusts became faster and deeper. I rubbed at my little nub faster and could feel the waves of my second orgasm building.

He slapped my ass cheeks as he pounded me harder - the stinging thrilled and took me over the edge. I threw my head back, arched my back downwards and screamed my orgasm. I heard him shout something and through my haze I cried:

"Yes! Oh God, yes! Come in me, Tom! Fill me! Now, Tom - now!!"

I felt him shudder and spill his seed within me. With one last thrust he emptied himself into my depths. He leant forward, breathless, and kissed my bare shoulder.

"You are just as sexy as I've always fantasised you to be.", he whispered.

I no longer dream about a tall, blond, muscular man. I don't need to - I just open my eyes and there he is.



Mirrors



The false whore finally saw the black van. The one she was waiting for. The one they were looking for.

She adjusted her halter top and stepped off the curve to greet it. It stopped as though she were a long lost friend. Just as she had known it would.

The passenger side window rolled down with the soft susurration of an electric motor, its whine the perfect accompaniment to the whispering of the night breeze that lifted her hair.

She bent down to the window, offering the driver the vista of her firm 44D tits. She knew he could see the jutting nipples from this angle, dangling before him like the worms on an angler's hook.

He reached over to roll the right one between his fingers, pinching it hard before cupping her breast.

His face was shrouded in darkness, but a streak of neon light revealed his eyes. Death danced in those pupils, a wild tango that promised an end to both night and day.

"Lookin' for a date?" she asked him, giving the gum in her mouth the mandatory pop.

"That depends," he said. "How much?"

"Not here," the false whore told him, pulling the door open and getting into the van. "Later. When they're not watching us."

"How long?" she asked him.

"All night," he said. "My place."

"That's not what I meant," she whispered coyly, reaching over to give his crotch a quick squeeze. Mr. Death was already plenty long. "But it will cost you just the same. Are you willing to pay the price?"

The van driver snickered. "Baby, for something like you, no price can be too high."

"I'm glad to hear that," she said, running her fingers along the inside of his thigh. "Start driving."

When he opened the door, the first thing that struck her were the mirrors. They were everywhere. The ceiling, the walls, even parts of the floor were covered with them. There were no windows. No distractions from the outer world to disrupt this temple of inner space. She saw a million copies of herself watching her, reflections within reflections within reflections, like the images in a fly's eye, all waiting for death's sweet arrival.

She felt his hands on her back. "Take off your top," he told her. 

She peeled off her halter top and her breasts spilled out into the reflected light. She turned so he could see them, and a million ruby nipples rotated in the flawless glass of the mirrors.

She stood on her toes to kiss him, pressed her naked breasts against his chest and ground her crotch into him. She felt him grow hard against her, and she dropped to her knees to unzip him.

When he sprang free, she saw that Brenda Sullivan, the one that had gotten away before he could bring her to this place, had not been exaggerating. He was easily ten inches long.

She took the tip, as big as a golf ball, into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop, swirling her tongue around it before impaling her head on as much of the shaft as she could take in. He grabbed her hair and began to move his hips, pumping into her eager mouth as he clenched her head tightly against his crotch. She fondled his balls with her hand, rotating them, feeling them contract as he was about to come.

But then he abruptly pulled out of her mouth, leaving it feeling empty and deserted, the only memory of that magnificent cock the taste of the pre-come on her tongue.

"Not like that," he said. "I want to see you. Take off your clothes."

She quickly tossed off her shoes and peeled her hot pants and black lace panties down her firm tanned legs. She stood up, naked before him, conscious of his eyes roaming over her breasts, the dark triangle of her crotch.

"Put these on," he told her, handing her two sets of handcuffs. "One on each wrist."

"B & D will cost you extra," she said. "A thousand for the night."

"No problem,' he said, retrieving a wrinkled envelope from the mantel. He pulled our three crisp thousand dollar bills. "These are all yours if you do what I tell you."

"You're the customer," she said, snapping the bracelets over her wrists.

"Now get on the bed, " he told her.

She climbed up on the four poster and turned over on her back. She knew what he wanted. 

He cuffed her hands to the eyehooks that had been screwed into the headboard. Then he used leather straps to tie her ankles to the hooks at the other end of the bed. She was now spread eagled and helpless, her sex open to his wanton stare.

He took off his shirt and she could see the ribbed muscles in his abdomen. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants. His cock was magnificently erect. The largest she had ever seen. Her lips longed to be wrapped around it once again. Forever.

He reached into the drawer of nightstand and brought out a large carving knife.

Her eyes opened wide at that. "What's this?" she asked.

He drew the razor sharp steel blade across her taut abdomen, drawing a thin red line of blood. "Fucking the dying is so much better than fucking the living," he told her. "The living are always thinking ahead to the next shopping trip, to Monday night alone with their pimp. For the dying, there is only you. They know this moment will be their last. They want to make it perfect. For them. For you. I will make it perfect for you, Beatrice."

"My name is not Beatrice."

"Oh, but it is. And will be for the rest of your life. Have you not read Dante? Beatrice is the guide to the other world. To heaven and hell. Will you show me heaven, Beatrice? I have seen quite enough of hell," he whispered, drawing the dull edge of the blade across her throat.

He stared up at the mirrors on the ceiling. "Do you see our eyes, Beatrice?" She looked up to see a thousand eyes staring at her, seeking out their one true self. "They are the eyes of the dead," he told her. "We are already dead, you and I."

"I should tell you something," she said. "I am not what I seem to be. I am a policewoman."

"Oh and do I have the right to remain silent, Beatrice?" he snickered. "How naive do you think I am? They are looking for me very intensely. Where is your backup, Beatrice? No policewoman knowing who I am would allow herself to be cuffed as you did."

"Let's just say I'm doing this on my spare time," she told him, watching his dead eyes for any sign of a reaction.

He chuckled at that. "Nice try, Beatrice, but I am afraid you are nothing but a common whore. Let me show you your predecessors, Beatrice, my former guides who were so good as to accompany me partway into the afterlife."

He walked to the large freezer that was busily humming away in the corner of the room and opened the top. Looking at the ceiling mirror, she could see the frozen heads nestled within. Piles of them. He pulled one out and carried it over to the bed. Despite the pallor of the skin, the frost over the eyes and cheek, she recognized it as that of Renata Santiago, the whore that had gone missing back in May, before her body parts were discovered in a dumpster off Graylock Street. All that is but the head that now stared at her through spectacles of white ice. The eighth victim.

'This is Athena, Beatrice. The goddess of wisdom. One of the best. It is very cold where she has gone. Could you perhaps provide her some comfort?" He placed Santiago's frozen lips over her breast, the frost burning her nipple, which became instantly erect. She felt a thrill go through her whole body as he pressed the head more tightly against her breast before removing it and replacing it gently in the icebox.

"You could give yourself up," she said softly. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh but I do, don't you see. I very much have to do this," he said. 

"Soon you will be joining my other guides to heaven," he said, indicating the icebox with his black eyes, "but first you must show me the way."

He ran his tongue up her leg, over her knee, up her inner thigh to the aching crack between her legs. His arm muscles were steel pistons, flexing as he lapped her. The touch of his tongue was electric, and she opened herself to him, overcome by wave after wave of the greatest pleasure she had ever known. She arched into him, cramming her mound against his face as he sucked her, and then he was climbing up her, his muscles rock hard against her soft breasts and his tongue found her other mouth and she sucked it as he thrust into her, six inches at first, then eight, then the full ten as he reached depths within her that no man ever had and she sucked him into her, her whole body a mouth seeking to engulf him, to keep him within her forever.

Her tongue swirled around his earlobe as he pumped faster and faster into her. "I am death come to receive you," she whispered to him as he exploded inside her, the warmth of his seed spraying her womb, suffusing her body with a glow she had not thought possible.

"You are the best of them, Beatrice," he whispered later as they lay there together, his legs wrapped around her, his hand softly cupping her breast. "You will be the one to show me the way where the others failed. You are death itself. I will return to you, Beatrice, and you will show me the way to heaven. Sleep well, my angel." He got off the bed and shuffled into the next room, leaving her in the darkness.

When she woke, she could hear him breathing softly in the next room. It was best not to press her luck, she thought. While the coroner said there had been multiple attacks on each victim, he could not say how many. The second could be the last. Reluctantly, her body still basking in the pleasure of his touch, she reached for the hairpin and began working the lock on the cuffs. She knew the gun still sat unmolested in her purse.

The man's eyes opened when he felt the cold of the steel barrel pressing against her temple. "You should have believed me," she said, raising her badge to his face. "I'm detective Veronica Hughes of the L.A.P.D., and you're just the man we have been looking for. That I've been looking for.

"Take those off," she said, indicating his pajamas. He looked at her strangely as if wondering at her nakedness, but complied, pulling off his shirt, then standing and dropping his pants to the floor.

"I thought you were special, Beatrice. I thought you were the one. You don't know how disappointed I am," he said, his eyes never leaving her huge breasts.

"Now put these on," she said, tossing him the handcuffs.

He shut the clasps over both wrists and looked at her expectantly.

"Now get in there." she said, indicating the first bedroom. He got up and walked into the room across the hall.

"Now get on that," she said, indicating the four-poster. He looked at her strangely then, but climbed on the bed.

"Now lie down," she said.

He lay down on his back, and she could see that he was becoming erect, already eight inches at least. She took the other pair of cuffs and closed the bracelet around his right wrist and cuffed him to the eyehook. She unlocked the other cuff from his right hand and climbed over him, her cunt on his nose, to cuff his left hand to the other eyehook.

She held the gun against his temple. "Don't even think about moving," she told him, and she slid down his body to tie his legs with the leather straps. Now Mr. Death was himself tied to the bed, naked, spread eagled and helpless.

She climbed up him, her moist cunt tracing its way up his hard chest. "Oh, but I am the one," she told him. "I am Kali, the bringer of death. I have tasted its pleasures a thousand times. I will take you places you have never been before.

She sat on his face, her cunt engulfing his mouth and nose. "Come to me," she told him. "Taste your death." She began to rock on his face as his tongue found her, swirling around her clitoris, probing her vagina, running along the inner lining of her labia. She grabbed his hair and pressed into him, rocking more violently, feeling his crushed nose sliding up and down her cunt, as he lapped her harder and harder until she finally spent, releasing her fluids all over his face, her juices running down his cheeks, staining the perfect black satin of the sheet beneath him.

She kissed him violently and then slid down the sheets until his magnificent cock was finally resting against her cheek. She fingered the base as she took it inside her mouth, feeling his whole body shiver as she took it deeply within her, cramming it down her throat while she fondled his swelling balls, filled with the juices of life. She took each ball in her mouth and sucked it as she slid her hand up and down his cock, touching it gently at first, then more violently, squeezing it to hold back the flow. She lapped underneath the head, then took the helmet in her mouth as she gave his balls a final squeeze before climbing up him to impale herself on him, his ten inches sliding into her secret depths, and she reached across him, her nipples brushing briefly across his chest as she retrieved the carving knife from the nightstand.

She traced its sharp point down his chest, drawing a thin line of blood as she began to rock on him, and she could feel him becoming even harder and longer as she played the cold steel of the blade over his chest and took him deeper insider her, thrusting herself violently down upon him.

He looked at her with love in his eyes as he arched his body into her. She felt his muscles tighten as he prepared to come and she drew the blade quickly across his abdomen, watching the surprise in his eyes as his gigantic prick grew even longer within her and she pumped him harder and faster, feeling the glow within her body building to a crescendo she had not thought possible. Her whole body shuddered as he came in a violent, rushing torrent inside her, his last seeds of life desperately seeking a new home as she felt the warmth inside her mixing with the hot fluid from his entrails as they spilled from his ruined stomach.

She leaned over to kiss him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "You're so right, darling. Fucking the dying is much better than fucking the living. So much better." She saw the recognition in his eyes before the light faded. And the slight smile at the corners of his lips.

In the mirror she could see the icebox, filled with teachers waiting to be reunited with their star pupil.



Mirrors



Will shouldered open the taverns rear door, his hands otherwise occupied with the supplies he was delivering. Lowering the trays to the counter top, Will called out a greeting to the other occupant of the kitchen, getting a grunt in return.

Fishing in his pocket, Will sought and found the delivery tablet and headed over to where Elizabeth was working and apparently ignoring him.

"Come on, love," Will teased her, giving her a friendly slap on the bottom. "Time to start working."

Elizabeth turned around fast.

"Why don't you keep your fucking hands to yourself, you grinning oaf?" she snarled. "I'm not a piece of cheap meat to be poked and prodded by any fool who comes by."

"Who, hold up there," said Will, surprised. "Who's been yanking on your chain?"

Will had been on light flirting terms with Elizabeth ever since he started making deliveries for her, and she'd never reacted like this before. If it hadn't been for her husband he would have been strongly tempted to make more of it that the light flirting.

"Nobody," snapped Elizabeth. "Now give me that to sign and then go away. I'm not in the mood for company."

"I'd never have guessed," muttered Will, waiting for Elizabeth to check the deliveries against the invoice.

Something was nagging at his memory. Something about Elizabeth. He considered it for a moment and then it came to him. Ignoring the conventional wisdom in regards to fools and angels, Will rushed to put his foot in it.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" asked Will. "You've been full of what you intended to do today, your day off, and being here wasn't one of the things mentioned."

"What the fuck do you care?" snapped Elizabeth. "You're just like him. Expecting us all to obey your whims and bugger what we might want."

"Ah, did I say something wrong?" asked Will.

Elizabeth gave him a black look, and then sighed.

"Not your fault, I suppose," she grumbled. "Alice called in sick, and instead of having one of the girls put in an extra shift Alf said I had to work it."

"Ouch," sympathised Will. "Wednesday's are generally pretty slack. Couldn't he just cover for Alice himself, and just get one of the girls to come in for a couple of hours at dinner time?"

It appeared that Will had a knack for picking on sore points, that day. Elizabeth gave him a filthy look and Will could almost hear her growling. 

"That's what I suggested," she said, frustration boiling in her voice. "It turns out that there's a big game on this afternoon, and Alf insists on watching it."

Elizabeth jerked her head to the large one way window between the kitchen and the bar/dining area. There was Alf, sitting on the customers' side of the bar and apparently looking directly at them.

"Big screen TV above the mirror," said Elizabeth, "and why they have to play a big game in the middle of the week is beyond me. It's eerie. His sitting like that makes me feel he's watching my every move, even though I know he's watching the screen and would only see a mirror if he looked lower." 

"Now that you mention it," said Will, "I can hear the sound coming through. He must have it turned up pretty loud."

"He does. If I want him I'll have to go and get him. He won't hear me yelling over that racket."

"Hi, Alf," laughed Will, waving at the man on the other side of the glass. "You're watching closely I see. Can you see this?"

Reaching over, Will took hold of Elizabeth's breast and squeezed it, while continuing to wave to Alf.

Elizabeth yelped and jumped back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," she gasped. "You keep your hands to yourself."

Will grinned at her.

"Just having a little fun," he said. "How did it feel to have your boob grabbed while you husband was watching?"

"He wasn't watching," snapped Elizabeth. "And it felt terrible. Don't do it again."

'Of course he's watching," said Will. "Look. He's staring straight at us. He doesn't seem to mind if I do this."

'This' was Will reaching over and capturing Elizabeth's breast again. This time Elizabeth couldn't resist looking towards where Alf appeared to be watching her intently. It was only an illusion, she knew, but it certainly seemed as though he was watching while Will was playing with her breast. And still was, she realised, and hastily slapped his hand away.

"Stop doing that," she snapped. "You've no right to touch me like that."

"I know, but you've got nice breasts and they feel good, too. "I just think it's odd that I can touch them like that and he doesn't even react."

"You can't touch them like that," returned Elizabeth, "and he would certainly object if he could see."

"Maybe, but would he do anything until after the big game," laughed Will, which comment brought all Elizabeth's resentments folding back.

Elizabeth flung an aggrieved look at her husband, taking it easy and watching TV while she had to get the kitchen organised. On her day off, damn it.

Nursing her resentments for a moment, Elizabeth didn't notice Will moving up behind her until she felt his hands reach up her skirt and pull her panties down.

With a squeal she grabbed for them, trying to move away from Will at the same time. Both objectives proved harder to accomplish than she had expected. Will had her effectively pinned between his body and the counter, which both stopped her moving away and from bending down to rescue her panties.

"Cut it out, Will," she snapped, irritation plain in her voice. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I think I'm the hell going to fuck you," said Will with a laugh, "right here in the kitchen, with your husband watching as I take you."

"The hell you are," Elizabeth informed him. "Back off now or I'll scream."

Elizabeth quickly realised the efficacy of this threat when she felt the back of her skirt lifted while Will started rubbing her bottom.

"I mean it, Will," she insisted. "Stop this nonsense now."

"I don't think I will," said Will. "I've wanted to do this to you for a long time and this seems like the right moment. If Alf doesn't like it, he's right there watching and can say so for himself."

Despite herself, Elizabeth looked towards where Alf was sitting. It was infuriating. He was yelling and cheering, looking as though he was urging Will to take greater liberties. Which he was doing, Elizabeth found, her eyes opening wide with shock as his hand suddenly dropped lower and a couple of fingers went where they definitely shouldn't go.

"Will," she squeaked. "Stop it. Stop it now."

"This is not happening," she wailed. "You are not going to fuck me with Alf sitting there watching."

"Before we start," said Will, "I think we should undo your bra and push up your blouse. This will give hubby a chance to admire your breasts and the way they bounce while I'm giving you some exercise."

"We'll do no such thing," protested Elizabeth. "Just stop this nonsense, and stop it now."

A hand sliding up her back and unhooking her bra was the answer to that demand, and Elizabeth gasped in horror when Will pushed her blouse and bra up and off her breasts, freeing them for all to see. At least for her and Will to see, and it certainly looked like Alf was watching them and cheering again. Elizabeth could feel her nipples crinkling and tightening, and excitement started to burn through her.

"Will, stop it," she told him, trying to be firm. "Either you stop or I scream. Your choice."

A pair of hands closed over her breasts and squeezed, and at the same time she could feel Will pressing something against her bottom. Something, hell. She knew precisely what he was pressing against her bottom, and her pussy was suddenly getting wet and excited.

"Do you really think Alf will hear you if you scream," asked Will.

Elizabeth felt like swearing. He probably wouldn't, she realised. Over the noise of the TV and his own yelling Alf wouldn't know she was calling unless she slapped him cross the back of his head to get his attention. Looking at him through the glass, Alf was laughing, damn him. It felt as though he was laughing at her.

Instead of screaming, Elizabeth squealed. Will had positioned himself and was now pushing up into her. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

The answer came as she saw Alf jump to his feet and cheer. If it hadn't been for his selfishness, she wouldn't even be here, and now he was cheering while she was being impaled by a giant cock. It certainly felt like a giant cock, as it made light work of her resistance and nailed her firmly against the counter.

Elizabeth gave up any pretence of resistance and bent forward slightly, giving Will smoother access. Then she settled down to watch Alf and be pleasured while he watched her.

Will felt the change when Elizabeth capitulated and gave herself to him. Smiling he thrust deep into her, hearing her give a sigh of pleasure, and feeling her lift her bottom higher, begging for more. Settling down he gave himself up to their pleasure, plunging repeatedly into her hot tight womanliness, enjoying the feeling of her surrounding him and clinging to him.

As they moved together, Will could hear Elizabeth gasping and making little growling noises deep in her throat. Over her shoulder he could see Alf, sitting up at the bar, yelling and cheering. They both seemed to take heart from Alf's apparent encouragement, and came together hot, hard and fast.

At the end, Elizabeth couldn't help it. She screamed as she came, feeling Will moving energetically within her as his own orgasm took him over. Elizabeth watched Alf, half dreading, half hoping he would come to see what the noise was.

She tensed as Alf shifted, glanced at the kitchen door and seemed about to rise, and then relaxed when something about the game distracted him again and his attention snapped back to it.

She sighed as she felt Will pulling away from her. She felt him slap her bottom and turned to look at him.

"That was quite something," Will told her. "You're a magnificent woman, and my only regret is I waited so long to find out."

"Well, don't get your hopes up about it happening again," snapped Elizabeth. "It won't."

Will grinned at her, planted a quick kiss on her lips and left.

Elizabeth turned in the direction of the bathroom. Some urgent repairs were needed. She glanced at the glass, watching Alf jumping up and down and yelling. 

"Too late to be angry now, love," she thought. "Far too late."



Mirrors By Moonlight



This story is one of many I have written about a young girl called Jen Kitten. She has small black cat ears on top of her head and a furry tail above her bum, but she is otherwise human. She has shoulder length blonde hair, an average sized body with C cup breasts. Her boyfriend Glenn, or Puppy as she sometimes calls him, has short brown hair and is slightly taller than her. He is her Master and she is his Pet.

I hope you enjoy it, my Kitten...

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Kitten ran for her life.

"Go! They're still coming!" Pup yelled out a few paces behind her, running flat out just like she was, laughing hysterically at their escape. They were being chased, true, but he tasted freedom.

And boy does it taste good.

Black cars sped along the road next to them, trying to cut them off, sirens and voices shouting into the night. Out of nowhere Kitten found herself almost pressed up against a high wooden fence, blocking their route. There was no way back, they were surrounded.

The cars screeched to a halt. She could see silhouettes moving towards them, no idea how many. Pup slid in the mud to stop beside her but pushed her towards the fence.

"Come on! Keep moving!" he said as he hoisted her up and over the top of the barricade, more noise coming from the figures moving closer to capture them.

She dropped down on the other side into more mud; it already caked the bottom of her jeans from the constant running. Pup dropped down next to her a second later and they took off again, tearing across the open field towards the forest ahead.

He took her hand and held it tight as they neared the edge of the trees, hardly visible with all the cloud cover. Trunks loomed up in their path, almost seeming to appear instantly as they ran in amongst the thick brush. Spotlights flickered between the trees, trying to get a bead on them, but it was too dense, too crowded to allow for the use of torches.

Kitten was starting to tire. Her breath came in gasps, her lungs felt like they were on fire, legs aching with the effort of running and running. She stumbled, but the hand holding hers did not let go, and it spurred her on, gave encouragement to keep going, to just keep ahead of their pursuers.

Suddenly the trees disappeared and they were out of the forest, running across open grass, a chain link fence in sight ahead of them. The moon was full tonight, and the dark clouds were beginning to thin. Kitten ran for the fence like it was some kind of beacon to her, a promise of safety and rest.

They hit the fence at a run, tearing at the bottom for a gap, finding a shallow hole in the ground where the edge had been bent upwards. Pup lifted the fence up and she scurried under, crying out in pain as her black tail caught briefly on the wire. She stood up on the other side and held up the fence for him as he followed suit, then they turned and ran forward together into the night, looking around for somewhere to hide.

Stalls of rotting wood stood in disrepair, banners hanging limp over their counters. Huge metal monsters were frozen in their last positions: rockets rested on platforms, cars lined up down tracks, slides filled up with fake wooden canoes instead of the water they once ran down. A great wheel lay on its side in a mess of twisted metal bars, steel arms reaching up, as though wanting -- pleading even -- to see the sky up close one more time. Everywhere metal rusted and paint peeled and colours faded to grey.

"Quick, this way." Pup's voice broke into her thoughts as they moved in between the broken machinery and piles of rubble. The spotlights did not reach them here, but it was not a promise of safety. Kitten new they had to hide fast or risk losing this race.

They headed for a building that at best looked less destroyed then most others, but this was little comfort. Its door swung dangerously on its remaining fragile hinges, its steps rotted and creaky as they bounded up and into the darkness to escape the light. One corner, then another, and they came to a dead end.

"What now?" Kitten said, feeling her last hope leave her. They were trapped and knew it. Pup turned this way and that but found only more dark walls and large heavy curtains hanging everywhere.

"No, no! God damn it!" he screamed, and struck a wall fiercely. The wall gave way.

Pup pitched through the hole into another room altogether, losing his head as he bounced off a wall and spun around, to find himself staring into the eyes of someone else. He jumped back with shock. So did the stranger. So did four other strangers. Strangers who looked just like him.

It was a house of mirrors.

The now bent and broken wall was almost completely hidden by a curtain, but Pup could see that what was left had been fairly rotted, and must have supported one of the mirrors in the room.

The roof had a large hole in it, as though a great weight had been placed in the centre, and was bowed inwards, its wreckage blocking a doorway on the other side and providing the only light.

A second doorway stood off to Pup's left, completely barred up. Kitten's reflection poked its head through the curtain, looking around in awe. "How on earth..."

There was a noise from the outside. They were coming.

"Quick, get in here!" he hissed, pulling her through into the room and pushing the scrap of wall back up in place. He yanked the curtains back over it just as the edge of the broken wall splintered and the roof caved in a bit around him.

The moss all over the doorway muffled the fall, so he quickly pushed the wall into the mix and stepped away as voices and footsteps rushed past. He and Kitten shrank back against the mirrors, into a corner where three images sat next to them, cowering in fear and exhaustion.

After a few minutes the footsteps couldn't be heard; they were gone, and the park fell into silence. Pup got up and walked over to the door and tried to break off the bars keeping it in place. They didn't budge.

He tried finding a way around the rubble to the other door. No luck. He looked for a way to climb up through the hole in the roof. Nothing. And the way they'd come in was now a mess, so there was no way back.

"Well dear, I think for the time being, we're trapped," he said.

Kitten stared around, a scared look on her face. "Trapped? What do we do?" she said.

"Well, I suppose we wait a while for them to call off the search...then see if we can break out. We'll make too much noise doing it if we try now." He sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. Gently rubbing her arm, he leant the side of his head against hers, sighing as she fell to sleep with exhaustion, him following not too far behind.

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It was almost completely dark when Puppy awoke in the room, the moon hidden behind the black menacing storm clouds that were clearly visible through the roof. He looked down to see Kitten fully awake, cuddled up to his body, her beautiful eyes staring up at him with a longing he recognized.

He leant down and kissed her lips, soft and gentle, her arms wrapping around his neck holding her close to his body, letting his hands move around her back to run fingers up and down, kissing further down to her neck and a little of her collar, making her sigh as he unbuttoned the top of her shirt, kissing a bit of her chest and back to her neck, holding her lovingly close.

Pup lay her down, undoing her shirt so her breasts were visible, covered neatly by a black bra, almost invisible in the dark room, the clouds in the sky turning the picture to black and white. Slowly Puppy kissed down her neck, his tongue sliding over her skin as his lips moved across her chest and lower between her boobs.

Kitten shivered as he traced up her left breast with his tongue, running it along the rim of her bra, the tip flicking near her nipple. Smiling, Pup took her bra between his teeth and pulled down, her breast slipping out of the cup, her nipple becoming hard as his warm breath washed over it.

"Wha...what are you doing?" Kitten whispered as he slid the other breast out of its cup, her bra still done up around her body, holding the breasts up slightly as his fingers brushed over her other nipple, his lips locking around her left one and gently kissing it, sucking it into his mouth as he caressed her right breast with his fingers.

"Mmm, you always taste good Kitten," he moaned, sucking her nipple more, his tongue circling it in his mouth. He could see her soft tail curling with pleasure as he played with her.

Kitten gripped Puppy's shirt, sliding it up as her hands moved up under it and along her back, fingers dragging over his skin as she closed her eyes with pleasure, his lips moving lovingly over both her nipples, hands caressing her soft breasts. She bit her lip and gripped his shoulders slightly as he pressed his weight down between her legs, getting a little moist as he touched her.

Slowly one hand moved down his side, across his waist and up onto his chest, ripping a few of the buttons off as she dragged her nails down his chest, arching her back into his kisses.

Suddenly Pup bit down into one of her nipples gently, teeth and lips moving across it as his tongue circled it, and Kitten whipped her hand down his body, forcing it behind his belt and into his jeans, fingers stretching for his cock. He gasped as she wrapped her hand around it and smiled, looking down at his shocked expression.

"Mmm....that's what I want, my dear Puppy," she purred, squeezing his throbbing member, her other hand moving across his back to hold him in place, his lips returning to kiss and lick all over her chest and neck, sucking gently as she leaned her head back and enjoyed the sensation of his lips on her skin, her hand moving back and forth lightly on his cock.

Pup moved his hands down her body to open her shirt up, fingers scrabbling at the rim of her pants to undo them, sliding his fingers over her exposed skin, making her shiver as her hand gives his hardness another squeeze. Quickly he kissed down her body, paying attention to every spot, as he slipped her pants down her legs to her knees, letting her part her legs to allow the fingers of one hand to play out across her glorious mound, wet with desire.

Kitten sighed as his fingers pressed down on her pussy, moving up then into her undies to stroke her clit with a finger, slowly, every movement a careful one. She started to work his hardness out of his pants, her hand sliding up and down his shaft a little faster, a little harder, as he stroked her clit gently, every brush being met with a kiss to her chest and breasts, tongue sliding over her skin after each kiss.

She arched her back again, her small ears pointing back against her head, reaching down to pull his head up to hers and kissing his lips fiercely as her hand started to move harder, wanting something from him. "Kitten isn't going to just let you do what you want with her, Pup," she whispered, leaning in closer to kiss his neck, teeth dragging over it lightly. "I want you to show me something."

Smiling, she bit down into his neck, making him gasp and press his fingers against her clit harder, two tips rubbing against it, wet with her own juice. "I want you to show me..." she said, her breath against his neck hot and tantalizingly ticklish, making him close his eyes with desire.

Suddenly Pup found himself lying on his back, Kitten perched on top of him, her hand rubbing his cock lighter as his fingers slipped out of her panties. She smiled down at him, glancing up to look into one of the funhouse mirrors and seeing his cock, wondrous and erect, reflected several times around her. Looking back at him, she took one of his hands and gently laid it on his member, wrapping her fingers around his, feeling him pulse with pleasure in their hands.

"Now, Puppy..." she said, leaning down with her breasts brushing his chest and arm. "Play." She leant back and, with satisfaction, watched as their hands started to move up and down his shaft, stroking him together as he looked deep into her eyes, mesmerized.

Kitten smiled as her undies became soaked with wetness, her own hand tracing a path down her chest to her breasts, fingers slipping over them as she moved down to her belly, watching his eyes follow the path, opening wide as she slid her fingers into her underwear and over her folds, making her arch her back and sigh with pleasure as she touched herself for him.

Biting her lip, Kitten started to finger herself, her thumb rubbing her clit as she slid her first two fingers in and out of her pussy, moving her hand away and watching him stroke his cock, watching her movements hungrily. She glanced up again and saw the new reflection all around the room, her playing making her pant slightly, gripping his shoulder for support as she fingered on top of him. She smiled with pleasure as he gasped, his hand working his cock faster, eyes closed with the desire flooding him.

As she started to get close, pressing her wet fingers to her clit and rubbing, making small circles on it, she watched the reflection of her hand in her pants, becoming more aroused as she saw Pup jerking his cock only inches away from her. She rubbed faster, fingers flying over her clit, pressing hard as she felt herself start to shake and moan.

Unable to take her eyes off of the sight in the mirrors all around her, she leant her head back in agony and saw a new reflection on the roof, one of the two of them from above, Pup's eyes closed tight, his rigid cock right next to her and his hand moving up and down it rapidly, and as she watched him moan she felt herself lose control and with a cry of joy she came, squirting into her hand, soaking her panties and shivering madly with pleasure, gasping for air.

As she calmed down, opening her eyes after squeezing them tight during her orgasm, Kitten spied Pup's hot cock in his hand, his eyes also closed with pleasure. Smirking to herself, she pulled the wet crotch of her undies to one side, against her thigh, and lifted herself up a bit, hanging her hips over her master's swollen member and sliding almost effortlessly down him, working his hand away from his shaft as she engulfed it in her waiting pussy, squeezing her eyes closed with this new feeling as his shot open in shock.

"Kitten?!? What are....ohhhh..." he sighed as she rocked back and forth on him, her clit rubbing wetly against his pelvis bone, the grinding enough to almost make her cum again, holding off enough to glance down at him, smirking even more.

"Kitten wants her Master...right now." With a low growl she leaned forward and linked her fingers with his, putting her weight on his hands as she started to pump up and down on his cock, working it deep into her pussy with each thrust.

She moved intently, each rolling of her hips being done forcefully against his, his cock nudging her g-spot perfectly, the way only she knew how to do with him below her hot body. Kitten moaned and looked up around the dark, mirrored room once more to watch herself riding him, seeing her own back and soft bum in one of the angled reflections, her tail curling with pleasure as Pup's hard cock plunged up into her groin, visible between her cheeks in the rear view.

She bit her lip as she closed her eyes and saw the image again, burned into her retinas for a few seconds, the memory of her own ass being pumped up and down on him sending violent shivers down her spine, her fingers gripping hard against his as she rode his cock.

Pup gasped as she rocked forward hard, pressing him deep into her pussy and making him throw back his head, seeing the view of her perfect breasts bouncing slightly as she forced herself up and down his shaft. With a groan he looked around and saw them side on, her large cup size showing as she rode him, hands gripping his with her eyes closed in excitement, her back arched and her head back.

He threw his head to the side and saw them again, now from a close up view, looking down at her belly and pussy, her clit hidden still in her panties, pushed to one side of his cock at the moment, sliding up and down on him, rolling around in circles as she pressed down hard against his hips.

With one more rock she started to groan, then louder as she came close to orgasm again, the feeling building up between her legs, her eyes squeezed shut. Pup broke away from her hands and reached up to fondle her breasts, palms rubbing her nipples as she gripped his arms and shoulders hard, fingernails digging into him as she rode another wave of orgasm, crying out madly as he felt hot juice spilling from her pussy, coating her inner thighs and his cock, dragging her nails down his chest in glorious agony as she came.

With a grunt Pup threw himself up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hard, his tongue finding hers as he rolled over and ended up on his knees, his arms around her waist and his lips falling to her breasts again as he started to pound her, feeling legs wrap around his waist and hands running through his hair as Kitten panted with delight, a low moan escaping her lips.

Suddenly he threw his hand over her mouth, the reflections all pausing as he stopped, looking around cautiously. Then Kitten heard what he had heard: footsteps on the grass outside. They froze in place, his cock half inside her, as they listened to the hunters stepping up into the funhouse's rotted entrance, the floorboards creaking unhappily at the footsteps.

Pup was sweating and Kitten shook with fear as the muffled sound of a hand patting the walls came close to them, several of the mirrors shaking slightly as the patting grew louder, harder, close to the caved in doorway that had sealed them so well. The sound passed onto the broken frame...

Then passed, moving to the next wall, which the searcher must have found to be equally solid as the rest of the room, as the footsteps resumed and the hunters started to move out to the rest of the fairgrounds, the noise of searching moving off and away, getting duller and duller until the shouts and clanging was gone.

Kitten breathed out, almost having held it the whole time, and looked up to the roof as the moon finally came out, flooding their room with beautiful moonlight. But before she could look around she felt Pup's cock fill her pussy, sliding fully into her, making her mouth open wide with shock and an extreme pleasure as his hand clamped down on her lips, keeping her silenced. Slowly he began to thrust into her, his movements slow and precise, every pounding effort slamming him deep into her pussy, his shaft rubbing her walls madly.

Kitten couldn't hold it in much longer as she stared at the reflections, seeing their lovemaking everywhere around her, lit up enough now to properly see every muscled line on his back, every curve of her breasts, and every inch of his cock slipping into her smooth pussy, giving her a rush like never before. She gripped at his arms, one of them holding her mouth closed, the other pressed hard against her hip, as she desperately writhed in pleasure on the floor, his hardness pressing into her deep as he fucked her in the moonlight.

With a cry she closed her eyes tightly, feeling his breath quicken on her cheek as he leant down to lick her neck, and suddenly her eyes flew open as he bit her hard, growling and groaning, his hand sliding away from her mouth and around the back of her neck to hold her close.

He bucked his hips and thrust deep into her pussy, and they looked up into the same reflection of them slightly side on, looked into each others eyes, and in that moment Pup roared and pounded her deep to finally cum, hard, filling her up with his semen, coating her insides and making her cry out with pleasure as she squirted her wetness across the base of his cock, buried deep inside her.

Puppy thrust one more time, his eyes closed tight, shaking madly as he shot into her, her head resting forward onto his shoulder, gripping his arms tightly as she shook from the third orgasm, holding onto him until she started to calm down, her violent shaking turning into quiet sobs of joy.




Mirrors By Moonlight



When she could move without shivering madly, Kitten slowly rolled them onto their sides, keeping Puppy's cock still deep inside her. She looked around the room, seeing them both reflected in the maze of mirrors, their bodies a sweaty mess, then turned and looked deep into his real eyes, and kissed his lips as she cuddled up to him, the moonlight shining brightly.