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The Cops

By: spider1408



"Get out," Charles said. His eyes were black with lust; she knew he wasn't kidding. Christie undid her seatbelt and stepped from his SUV. They were in an open parking lot, not far from the bridge but hidden by a row of trees. Streetlights bathed them in orange-coloured light; his blue vehicle looked black. There were only three other cars parked there; presumably this lot was used mostly during the day. He had chosen a spot under an overhang, as far as possible from the parking lot entrance. He got out too, and they met at the front of the car. 

There was no time for niceties here; this was not the place for soft words or gentle carresses. He spun her around, pushed her shoulders down, bent her over the hood. She felt her short skirt being pulled up, the cold air on the cheeks of her naked ass. She heard the sound of his zipper and braced for what she knew was coming. My god, her heart was pounding; her cunt was wet.

For a moment he slid the head of his cock up and down the hot, wet furrow between her pussy lips, but this was no time for teasing and in one swift movement he punched forward and thrust his entire length into her. The sudden fullness made her gasp but he gave her no time to adjust, pulling out almost entirely, then jamming his cock back in, and again, and again, and again, in a rapidfire jackhammer fuck. She felt the head of his cock bash repeatedly against her cervix.

He grabbed her right wrist and guided her hand down between her legs. As he continued to pound into her, she began to rub her engorged clit. Already she was close to cumming, the sheer raunchiness of this heated outdoor fuck driving her close to the edge. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back towards him, impaling her even deeper onto his cock. She felt his hips slapping against her ass, heard him grunt like an animal with every thrust. She bit her lip to keep from crying out too, but as her orgasm approached she couldn't help it, and screamed, "Oh, fuck. Fuck me, Charles. Fuck me."

She was so close; her body tensed. And when he thrust into her and slapped her ass, hard, she came, hard. Her orgasm ripped through her, and he could feel the muscles inside her tighten rhythmically, milking his cock. The intensity of her orgasm left her breathless, heart pounding, a sheen of sweat on her back and forehead.

He had yet to cum.

God, she had to taste him now, had to take his cock into her mouth. She stepped forward and felt him slip from her pussy, then, turning to face him, squatted down on her haunches. Taking his cock in her hand, she could feel her own wetness. In a heartbeat she drew him into her mouth, sucking deep, tasting her pussy mingled with his musk. She wanted his cum, needed to feel him spurt, craved his hot saltiness, and she sucked, and bobbed her head up and down, and jerked him with one hand, and cupped his tight balls with the other. His legs began to shake, and she could feel the blood course into his cock, flaring the head. He was close, so close, and at any other time she would stop now, with him right on the edge, and tease him. But right now she was hungry for him, and she sucked like never before. He grabbed her head and groaned, and she knew he was about to flood her mouth.

But then, inexplicably, he pulled away, and she was suddenly blinded by an intense light. Squinting against the brightness she could make out the silhouette of someone holding a flahlight. A cop. No, two cops. They'd been caught.

"Okay, you guys -- party's over," said the cop holding the flashlight. "Shoulda waited til you got home."

Shit. "Uh, hi officers," Charles said, holding his hands in front of his softening cock, "I, uh, we're really sorry... Can we just get out of here? We'll go get a room!"

"I wouldn't be joking around, sir," said the other cop. "This is actually quite serious. Please put your hands behind your head."

Christie was still squatting down; all this had happened in an instant. And before she knew it Charles was handcuffed, hands behind his head, pants still around his knees. "You too, ma'am," said the first cop, and she was pulled roughly to her feet. Her hands were pulled behind her back and she felt the cold steel of handcuffs being clicked around her wrists.

"Now, then, what should we do with these two," said the first cop to his partner. Both officers were tall, well built and in good shape; one's hair was jet-black, the other's was red.

"Don't you fucking touch her," Charles said, but the cops laughed. "You're in no position, sir," said Red. "Why don't you just lie down and relax."

With that the two cops lowered Charles to the grimy pavement.

"You can't do this," said Charles, but Black said, "Watch us." To his partner he said, "Let's shut him up." For a heart stopping moment Christie feared they were going to hurt Charles, but instead they lifted her off the ground and stood her over him, facing his feet. "Down you go, ma'am," said Red, pushing her roughly down to her knees then lowering her so that she was lying right on top of him, her face right above his half-hard cock, her crotch hovering above his face. With her hands cuffed behind her she was helpless, and when Black pushed her head down to Charles's cock she couldn't fight. "Suck him," he said. And she took his cock into her mouth. At the same time she felt her legs being spread and her short skirt being lifted up again. Red pushed her ass down and growled, "Lick her." She felt the sudden hot stab of Charles's tongue on her clit, and through her fear, impossibly, felt a slight tingle of arousal. Charles felt it too, she guessed: slowly his cock began to thicken again, growing in her mouth.

They became lost in their own world, the familiar world of each other's arousal. Her eyes were shut tight, closing out the fear of their situation; all she was aware of was his cock in her mouth, and his hot mouth on her cunt. Now he was entering her with his tongue, fucking her with it, and she began to grind her clit against the roughness of his beard. My god, she was going to cum again.

But suddenly she felt herself being lifted in the air again, as the two cops hoisted her up and spun her around. Now she was being lowered again, this time face-to-face with Charles. As their faces came together they kissed each other hungrily; she could taste herself on his lips. Now she was lying right on top of him, her legs draped over him, her hands cuffed uncomfortably in the small of her back. She could feel his hardness between their bellies, and ground her clit into the base of his cock.

Black pulled her hips up slightly, and she could feel him reaching between them. The cop grabbed Charles's cock and positioned the head of it between her pussy lips, then pushed Christie back down onto him. Charles's cock slid deep into her wetness. And despite their audience, despite their helplessness -- or perhaps because of them -- they began to fuck. As they ground into each other, they stayed locked in a deep kiss, breathing loudly through their noses and groaning into each other's mouths. But that kiss was broken suddenly when Red pulled Christie's head up roughly by the hair. Her reverie broken, her eyes flew open and she saw the cop standing in front of her grasping his penis -- short, very thick and very hard -- jutting from his black uniform pants, surrounded at its base by a tuft of red pubic hair.

Still holding Christie's hair, Red stepped forward and pushed the large head of his cock against her closed mouth; his precum wet her lips. She kept her mouth clamped shut, but when he roughly pulled her hair again she gasped, and he pushed into her mouth. She felt the spongy hardness of his cockhead slip between her lips and onto her tongue, could taste his salty precum. He pushed deeper, and more of his length slid into her mouth. He was thicker than Charles but not as long, and suddenly she realized she had taken his full length. Her nose was pressed against his uniform pants; his hairy balls were against her chin. Red held her there for a moment, then withdrew so just the head of his cock was in her mouth. Then he slid back in again, starting a slow-motion fuck.

All this time Christie had continued to grind against Charles. With Red's cock plunging in and out of her mouth and Charles's cock buried impossibly deep inside her cunt, she began to feel the stirring of another orgasm. All at once she felt movement behind her and realized she'd momentarily forgotten about Black, the other cop. Her heart lurched. She felt Black touching the cheeks of her ass, then grabbing and kneading them, then spreading them apart. She could almost feel his hot gaze on her anus. Black's fingers trailed down to her pussy, toying with her lips before suddenly thusting inside her alongside Charles's cock. The added thickness brought a sharp thrill of pain, but it didn't last long; Black withdrew his fingers and began to smear her own wetness onto her anus.

Red's cock grew harder in her mouth, and his thrusts became faster. Charles was thrusting faster too, his cock bathed in Christie's juice. And now Black was putting the head of his cock against her asshole and slowly pushing. At first he made no progress and she felt herself being stretched uncomfortably, painfully. But suddenly her muscles relented, and the head of Black's cock popped inside. She groaned around the cock in her mouth.

Black paused for just a moment, the continued to push into her, and she could feel the pressure of his cock against Charles's through the thin skin separating them. She was breathing hard through her nose; sweat trickled from her forehead down her cheeks. Black continued to slide relentlessly up her ass until suddenly he was entirely inside her; she felt the buckle of his belt against her ass cheeks. And now he, too, begain to fuck her.

The three men were each thrusting into her with their own rhythm, but after a moment their thrusts became synchronized. As Red plunged his thick cock into her mouth, Charles thrust upwards into her tightened cunt, his cockhead bashing her cervix, and Black buried his cock deep up her ass. She was stretched impossibly, absolutely filled with cock, and her orgasm approached. The speed of their fucking grew faster now, and Black reached in front of her and pinched both nipples, twisting them cruelly. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the penis in her mouth.

They three men fucked Christie for what seemed like hours. Everything else in the world had faded to just this: the cock in her mouth; the cock in her ass; the cock in her cunt.

Suddenly the rhythm was broken as Red groaned and pulled her head towards his groin. She felt his cockhead flare against her tongue, and suddenly her mouth was awash in his hot, thick sperm. It gushed from his cock once, twice, the spurts hitting the roof of her mouth and pooling on her tongue. Still shooting, he pulled out of her mouth and jerked a third jet of cum onto her chin; a fourth and final spurt landed weakly on her upper lip. The sight of his partner cumming in Christie's mouth and on her beautiful face pushed Black over the edge, and with a groan he grabbed her hips and punched forward, burying his cock deep in her ass. He froze there and she felt him flare and thicken inside her, then felt his penis jerk and spasm as he fired spurt after spurt of sperm up her ass. She could feel the sudden liquid heat began to spread through her.

In a daze she realized she was about to cum. Even as Black's cock continued to spasm inside her, her muscles tightened, squeezing his cock, and Charles's. Her orgasm crested, and a red-hot intensity pulsed through her cunt, her clit, her sore, wet asshole, through her chest, her hard nipples, her throat. The blood coursed in her ears; her eyes clamped shut. And she came, her orgasm impossibly long, impossibly intense. Red had laid her back down now, and without thinking Christie was kissing Charles, cumming and sucking his tongue, cumming and biting his lips, cumming and groaning into his mouth. He tasted Red's sperm on her lips, felt her milking his own cock inside her vagina, felt Black's cock spasming inside her asshole, felt her hard nipples pressing into his chest. And even as Christie's orgasm continued, Charles's began. With a mighty groan he thrust up into Christie's cunt, the cum tearing from his cock, blasting, exploding into her, pulsing.

In the midst of Charles's orgasm, Black pulled out and away from Christie's ass, and a flood of his hot cum poured onto Charles's balls, wresting from him a final, shuddering spasm.

For a moment -- silence; the only sound the beating of their own hearts, and their ragged breath. Then the snick of the cuffs being unlocked, the cold relief of aching arms freed and cramped muscles stretched. Footsteps receeding; car doors closing; a motor starting; tires crunching. And they were gone.

Christie looked into Charles's eyes and began to speak, but he stopped her. "Shh, baby. No words. I love you," he said. And he meant it.

The Cop's Wife



My phone rang at a little past 10:00 am, pissing me off to no end since I have only gotten to bed around 3:30 am after some pretty hard partying.

"Yeah, what?" I growled.

"Tommy, get shaved and put on a suit. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Nicky, I'm beat..." I started to say into the now dead line. "Shit."

I rolled out of bed and started to get ready. Nick Martin was one of my oldest friends. He was basically a local hood, running low-grade protection schemes, selling bootleg cigarets out of the back of his car, occasionally pulling a little B&E. But he was a buddy, and I even joined in a few of his scams now and again.

---

He rang my buzzer and I met him at the front door of my building.

"Hey man, this better be good," I grumbled, tugging uncomfortable at my tie.

"Do I ever disappoint?" He responded.

I just shrugged and followed him to his car.

"You have a tough night?" he asked as he pulled away from the curb.

"Naw, just a late night."

"You look like shit. Did you at least get laid?"

"No, fuck," I grumbled suddenly remembering little Jenny Woodmere telling me she "wasn't that type of girl" and me then going to Burt's to close out the place.

"Well, don't worry. This'll be fun. You remember that prick Joey Saviani?"

"Yeah, he's that cop. Always rousting us out of Burt's for starting shit. Isn't he the one who cracked your head last month?"

"Naw, it was just a fuckin' shiner and that's only 'cause he sucker-punched me," Nick replied defensively.

I could see his mind working.

"Oh shit, Nicky, count me out. I ain't beatin' on no cop. I'm a respectable guy now," and I am, working as a sales rep down at the auto dealership. A shitty job, but keeps the rent paid and me out of stir.

"Man, you're getting slow," Nick sneered, "why'd I ask you to wear a fucking suit if I meant to beat a guy. And shit, I could find tougher fucks than you if I just wanted to break the fucker's knees."

"So, what's the deal?"

"Just relax. Follow my lead. We're here."

Nicky pulled into the driveway of this little wood-frame house. He got out and I followed him to the door. He rang the doorbell and a few moments later a pretty little blond answered.

"Mrs. Gina Saviani?" Nicky asked. "Yes," she answered cautiously. "Mrs. Saviani, I am Detective Nick Martin, this is my partner Sergeant Tommy McGraw." He flashed her what looked to me like a rent-a-cop badge.

"Oh God," she gasped suddenly going pale. "Is Joey hurt?"

"Oh sorry, ma'am, that's not it. Joey is fine," Nicky replied quickly, compassionately. "I shoulda said that right away. I know my old lady would freak too if two cops showed up dressed in suits."

She sighed. "Oh thank God." She smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, although your husband is fine, we're not here on pleasure. We are from IAD, internal affairs."

"Yes," she answered cautiously again.

"I am afraid that in the course of some investigations, your husband's name came up. We don't feel it is anything too serious, but we were hoping to be able to talk to you and maybe clear this up without having to launch a formal inquiry which would have to go on his record."

"Oh, okay, I understand, okay," she stammered nervously. "What can I do?"

"I was hoping you'd be willing to come to our office and talk with us this morning. I am sure it won't take long, and I think it might save us all a lot of trouble later."

She paused for just a second, and I thought Nicky's scam, whatever it was, might be dead in the water, but then she sighed and said, "Yeah okay, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. Let me change, I'll be right out."

"That's fine, we'll be in the car." Nicky started to turn away. "Oh, and Mrs. Saviani, I'd rather you didn't call your husband. As I say, I'd like to clear this up without involving him, but if you tell him, we'll be forced to question him as well, and that'll go on his record."

She nodded and disappeared into the house. We went to the car and waited for her.

"What's up?" I asked curiously.

"Just having a little fun. You're used to dealing with people. Jump in when..."

The door opened and Gina climbed in. Nicky carefully backed out of the driveway and started driving slowly down the street. I could see Gina nervously wringing her hands in the back.

"Can you tell me what the charges are?" she asked finally.

"Oh, no ma'am, there are no charges. Just a few questions," Nicky replied quickly.

"What kind of questions?" she asked.

"Well, actually, if it's alright with you I'd rather we wait until we got into the office before getting into that."

"Oh, okay."

I don't know if Nicky was planning to make her jumpy, but the long, slow drive in silence sure seemed to unnerve her. I kept looking at her in the side- view mirror, and I could see her face pulled tight in nervous tension. I also liked checking her out. Despite her name, her face didn't much look Italian. I guessed a Swede had gotten into the woodpile at some point and she'd inherited those genes. Her hair was blond and straight, falling just past her shoulder. Her eyes were blue, but a dark rich blue rather than pale. Her skin was very smooth and quite pale, her lips lush and red.

We were driving downtown, and Nicky pulled into an underground parking lot. It was almost totally empty.

"We're here," he said to her. "The office is basically closed today, and our superiors thought it might be better to talk to you now rather than when a whole bunch of people who might recognize you are around."

"Thank you, I appreciate that, and I know Joey would appreciate that too," she said quietly.

Nicky led her from the car toward the elevator. I fell in behind them, and now got a chance to check out Mrs. Saviani's body. I could see the Italian in her now. She was a luscious little thing, about five-three and all tits and ass connected by a slim waist. She'd probably get fat after having a couple of kids, but right now she was quite a piece.

Despite her nervousness, she walked proudly, confidently. I remembered her type from school. Little sexpots in plaid skirts and starched collars. Always too good for most of the guys, but all sweetness and light for the captain of the football team. I wasn't surprised she'd married a cop.

Nicky led us to the 10th floor. He produced a key and led us into a pretty nondescript office. But before Gina or I could really tell what the business was, he'd ushered us into one of the closed off conference rooms in the back. He sat Gina down in a comfortable armchair on one side of the big conference table.

"Can I get you anything? Water?" Nicky asked.

"No, let's get started," Gina answered curtly.

"Okay, just let me set this up," Nicky replied as he picked up a camcorder and placed it on a tripod opposite where Gina sat.

"I, um, thought this was informal," she said.

"It is, but we still need to tape all interviews. We wouldn't want you claiming we tortured you or anything," he said with a smile. Gina grinned uneasily.

He handed me a file and an notepad, both filled with random junk. I stood by the door. Nicky sat at the table opposite her.

"Okay, Mrs. Savini, I'd like to ask you some questions. Some of these questions may seem obvious or irrelevant, but we need to follow standard procedure as I am sure you understand."

She nodded and Nicky started. The first questions were about her, her name, her age (24), her parents, her education (B.A. from St. Johns), what she did for a living (secretary). Then he moved on to her and Joey. How long they were married (3 years), where they met (at a frat party after homecoming), when they moved into their house (just 18 months earlier).

Gina seemed to relax as Nicky questioned her. These banal and easy questions seemed to place her at ease. And I even jumped in with a few questions about where she grew up (Queens) and what her major (communication) was just so I'd be part of the process.

Then Nicky moved from their house to some financial questions. How much had they paid ($275,000), Nicky letting out a low whistle, "tough on a cop's salary." "Oh, my parents helped," she replied quickly. When they got their car. What kind of vacations they took. Did Joey work on the side? She paused, "yeah sometimes, not much, a few hours here and there. Security at a nightclub."

Nicky was really working her up. Now, they were talking about what it was like to be a cop's wife (scary). Did she resent his not making much, she was an very attractive woman, and some of her old boyfriends were probably making a mint by now. Another pause, "naw, I love Joey. He does fine." 

"You sure he only works few hours here and there outside?" Nicky asked, probing. 

"Okay, okay, maybe a little more than that." 

"Do you know the department's policy on that?" 

"No, but I'm sure Joey does."

"Well, do you report it on your taxes?"

"Joey does those."

"Well, make sure he does."

"I'm sure he does," she replied defensively, but she clearly had her doubts.

"How about..."

"Wait..." Gina interrupted Nicky, "is that what this is all about. Joey's extra work?"

"I can't get into that," Nicky replied carefully. "But we are concerned that Joey not open himself up to undue influence."

"You're saying he's being blackmailed?"

"I didn't say that, ma'am," Nicky said softly, clearly implying that was the case. I finally saw where Nicky was going with all this.

I jumped in, "Nick, turn off the camera for a second."

He did so.

"Mrs. Saviani, you're a smart woman. You understand what is going on. But we need to know everything. If we're sure Joey is basically clean we can talk to him privately and tell him he's clear and that he don't have to do anything he don't want."

She looked at me and nodded. Nicky switched the camera back on.

"How about..."

"Wait, I want to change something I said before...." she hesitated before going on, "Joey does work a lot. Has for the past few months. We needed a new roof. And we didn't have the money. I think the taxes are okay though."

"Okay, thank you, I am sure that is not going to be a problem."

Now, Nicky went on, asking about Joey's job, and their money situation. Gina was going into more and more detail, nothing too serious, but enough to get Joey at least a good talking to, maybe even an administrative probation if we'd been real cops, of course.

Now Nicky started going into their private lives.

"Do you think Joey might be involved with anyone?"

"You mean an affair?" she balked.

"I don't know. I understand this is painful, but we need to understand everything that is going on with officer Saviani. That's the only way we can clear him."

"No, no affair."

"Are you sure? No late nights? No unexplained absences?"

Gina paused. "No, I'd know... I'd know," she replied softly.

"Are you sure?" Then it struck Nicky. "How about you? Have you been faithful?"

"Yes," she replied too quickly. "I... I've been faithful."

"You don't sound sure."

She looked down, clearly holding back tears. Paydirt.

"Can we turn that thing off?" she asked point at the camera.

"I'm sorry, we can't."

She swallowed hard. "Okay, I understand."

"Well?"

"Well, I've never slept with another man since we've been married."

"After you got engaged?" She shook her head no. "After you started dating?" Again she shook her head no.

"But?" I asked realizing something was there and an open-ended question would work best.

"Oh fuck it. Okay, last year I went to the Bahamas with my girlfriend. I get more vacation than Joey, so Debbie and I decided to go just the two of us. We were pretty tame, but one night we decided to go out dancing. The guys were all over us, and we got a little drunk. And at the end of the night we'd hooked up with these two local guys."

"Black guys?" Nicky asked.

"Yeah. But real nice," Gina continued. "Anyway, Debbie was pretty turned on. She's single and she was having a good time, getting all touchy-feely with her guy. Meanwhile, the other guy was getting sort of touchy-feely with me, and I guess I didn't push him away.

"We decided to go for a walk the beach, and after a few minutes I realized Debbie and her guy weren't with us. I walked to back and find her, but my 'date' or whatever you want to call him, told me to just relax. He pulled a joint out and lit up, and then he handed it to me, so I took a couple of pulls."

She sobbed softly for a moment before composing herself.

"Shit, I don't know what happened. Next thing I know, we're kissing, and he's got his tongue in my mouth, and his hands are squeezing my butt, and I can feel his hardon pressing against my stomach. He tried to reach between my legs, and finally I pushed him away and demanded we find Debbie.

"He seemed pretty glum, but he agreed. It didn't take long to find her. She was right by the path, with her guy..."

"And?" I asked softly, not wanting to break the spell.

"And? And they were making love or fucking or whatever. He was on top and hammering his big, black pole into her, and Debbie was moaning like a wild woman. I couldn't believe it. And so James, my guy, gets real turned on again, and he starts kissing me, more insistent now. And he grabs my hand and puts it down his shorts against his big hard shaft. So, I'm trying to be nice, push him away gently, 'cause I don't want to get him mad, and it isn't his fault, and his fingers are working their way under my panties. Damn, I can't believe I let myself get in that situation...

"So anyway, I spin anyway from his hand, but he starts getting closer again, so I start stroking his shaft slowly, giving him something even as I try to explain I'm a married woman. And he's pointing at Debbie, and telling me he's going to make me feel good too. So I start stroking him a little harder, and then I got tangled up in my own legs and fell back on the ground. He starts to follow me down, and I know if I let him, he'll be inside me before I can stop him, so I put my hand on his stomach to keep him up and pulled down his shorts.

"He was rock hard, and very excited, his cock leaking pre-cum. So I start stroking him harder, hoping to make him cum. But he wasn't ready yet, and he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled my face to his crotch. I didn't want to do it, so I tried to just nuzzle his while jerking him off, but he still wouldn't cum and I knew if I kissed him it'd go faster. So I did. I kissed him up and down, and licked the head, and finally took him in my mouth, and finally he came. I manages to pull away after the first spurt, and he was satisfied enough to let me go. Debbie was just finishing off herself and basically went back to the club, had a drink and then got back to the hotel."

"So that was it? Nothing else happened?" Nicky asked.

"No."

"Are you sure? You didn't see James again?"

"I said no."

"When you were together, did he put his finger inside you?"

"No, just in my panties. I pushed him away, remember?"

"You sure he didn't finger-fuck your cunt?"

"Hey! What's going on here?" Gina suddenly demanded. She was on to us. Too late, but on to us.

"Just trying to get the facts. So Gina, what did he taste like?"

"Who the fuck are you guys? You're not cops!"

"What does a nigger's cum taste like, Gina?"

"Bullshit, what is this? Why do you need to know this shit anyway? How the fuck could someone blackmail Joey with a story he doesn't even fucking know?"

"Maybe he does know. Maybe he's trying to protect his slut wife's honor."

"Bullshit, are you assholes cops?"

I smiled. "What's your guess?"

"Shit! Is this some practical joke? Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. Please guys, if this is some joke, Joey doesn't need to hear that stuff, please."

"No joke Gina. I've just always wanted to fuck a cop's wife."

"Yeah, well fat chance," she started to gather up her things. But before she could stand up, I was in front of her blocking her in.

"What about the tape?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, Gina," Nicky chimed. "We got enough shit on this tape about Joey's extra work to get him tossed off the fucking force, not even mentioning the fun we can have with thatstuff about you and your island stud."

"What do you want?" she demanded.

"I told you," Nicky replied smugly.

"No way!"

"Fine, but think how much fun the guys around the station house will have with that story about you sucking off some nigger down in the Bahamas."

"You guys are sick. How can you live with yourselves?"

"I guess I'll have to go to Confession, huh?" Nicky replied. "Now, why don't you reach over, pull down my friend's zipper, and suck his cock like you did that nigger's."

She looked at Nicky, then at the camera, then at me.

"Shit," she grumbled.

"Do it!" Nicky ordered.

And to my shock, little Gina Saviani reached over, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and slid it into her hot mouth. I had started to get excited the moment I realized the position she was putting herself in, but the second I felt her tongue coil around my cock head, I went rock hard, my throbbing dick sticking almost straight up. Gina was an amazing little cocksucker. Her mouth was incredibly hot and wet, and she knew just how to work her tongue over my shaft as she took me into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down, taking me deeper and deeper until I looked down to see her nose nuzzled up against my pubic hair. She was also slowly caressing my balls. She started bobbing up and down faster, and as she increased her pace she gradually increased the pressure on my cock. A real first class blowjob.

Nicky got up and approached up, looking to get in on the act.

"Why don't you stand up baby, and let old Nicky fuck that sweet cunt of yours while you blow my buddy."

She let my dick fall from her mouth to answer, thoughtfully continuing to stroke my shaft as she did.

"No way you assholes are going to double team me," she said determinedly.

"I don't where you get off saying no to me," Nicky grumbled, "but I'll make you an offer: you can either let me fuck your cunt right now, or I can wait until you're done with Tommy and then fuck your tight little ass."

Gina rolled her eyes. "Fine, you piece of shit, you wait your turn, and then you can fuck me up the ass."

She went back to work on me, Nicky standing close, admiring her technique, and shifting from one foot to the other in anticipation. I was getting ready to blow. Her mouth felt amazing, and the knowledge that Nicky was gonna butt-fuck her next really got me going. Before I knew it, my balls felt like they were on fire, and I shot a huge gob of hot cum down Gina's throat. I pulled away after that first one and spewed the rest of my load all over Gina's face, coating her lips and cheeks.

"Shit, I'd have rather swallowed that," she grunted in response to her unexpected facial.

"Now it's my turn," Nicky said, "strip for me bitch."

Gina didn't even bother to resist. Instead she quickly unbuttoned her conservative blouse, and popped open her bra. Her big, firm breasts fell forward lewdly. Then she stood up and undid her pants, pulling her panties down with them. She was being totally matter-of-fact, but somehow that made it even hotter, pure submission.

Nicky grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the table so she was facing him. Then he started playing with her tits, cupping them and squeezing her nipples. She was trying to pretend it didn't bother her, so Nicky pinched her nips until she whined for him to stop. Content, the now focussed his attention between her legs, spreading them wide and running his hands over her carefully trimmed blond muff. Roughly he jammed a finger up inside her, moving it around as she squirmed uncomfortably on the table.

I guess he was just trying to get her attention, because then he took a step back and slowly undid his pants. Gina was trying to be nonchalant, but she couldn't keep from staring at his crotch, waiting to see what the implement of her torment would look like. And Nicky must have realized what the anticipation was doing to her 'cause he was moving extra slowly. Finally with his pants pulled down, he lowered his boxers and freed his rod.




The Cop's Wife



"Oh shit," Gina groaned.

I'd been surprised when Gina had offered to take Nicky up the ass, but then I realized she didn't know what I did. Nicky was hung like a horse. I think he once told me his cock was 10 1/2 inches long and over six inches around. I could believe it.

"I can't take that," Gina whimpered.

"You will," Nicky said softly, menacingly as he grabbed her, spun her around, and pressed her face down onto the table.

"What are you going to use for lube?" she asked anxiously, looking back over her shoulder to see him stroking his cock.

"How 'bout a little spit?" He leaned forward and dropped a gob of spit into her crack. He rubbed it in slightly and then pressed his index finger up her ass.

"Owww! Shit!" she cried out. "That's not enough."

"Well how about you use some of that cum of your face," Nicky said with a smile as he pulled his finger away. He was definitely enjoying abusing little Gina.

"Okay, okay, just give me a few seconds," Gina begged. Then she gathered up as much of my cum as she could and spit in her hand. She reached behind her and started playing with her ass, stretching it and trying to get it as ready as possible with her meager resources. It was so hot seeing her like that, frantically spitting in her hand and diddling her ass. She was actually doing an okay job, her finger now sliding in and out of her ass easily. But it was nowhere near enough to take Nicky's tool.

"Alright baby, here it comes," Nicky exclaimed suddenly.

"Okay, okay, but be gentle," Gina pleaded.

Nicky stepped up and wedged her against the table.

"Spread your cheeks!"

Gina reached behind her and meekly followed her command.

Nicky then started rubbing his cock head into her ass crack, Gina whimpering nervously. He pressed the head up against her anus. I couldn't believe it could possibly fit, but slowly, incredibly her ass seemed to yield to him and the head popped in. Nicky leaned forward and roughly shoved a couple of inches into her.

"Aieeee!" Gina cried. "It's too big."

Nicky slowly rocked back and forth, fucking her ass with just his first couple of inches.

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes, you're tearing me apart."

Nicky kept sawing into her for a few more seconds. Then he pulled out. Gina breathed a sigh of relief. But Nicky was just playing with her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of KY.

"Hey, it looks like I did have some lube."

Gina groaned.

Nicky dropped a big gob onto her already abused anus and roughly pressed his finger into her. Gina whimpered softly as he probed her ass deep. Then he stepped forward, and I knew he was going to fuck the shit out of her now.

His head slipped in easily now, and Nicky just kept pressing himself in, deeper and deeper, turning Gina into a shuddering, whimpering mess.

"Not so deep," she cried.

But he just kept on going until he was buried to the hilt.

"Shit, she's tight," he groaned.

And then he started fucking her. He pulled almost all the way and then slammed himself back into her.

"Oh shit!" she gasped. "Slow down!"

Nicky had a big shit-eating grin on his face as he reamed her out.

"Oh! Oh! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Not so deep! Slower!" she punctuated each stroke.

It was wild. She was grabbing the table, holding on for dear line, her knuckles turning white from strain as he fucked her. Each thrust seemed to knock the wind out of her. She sucked air desperately on each up stroke, and gasped out her slew of squeals and profanities each time he hit bottom.

"God, you're tearing me apart," she finally wailed. 

I stepped around to look at her face. She was red from strain, her face pulled tight in pain, but she definitely wasn't in agony. It was more like she was just getting royally screwed.

I grabbed her hair and lifted her face up so that she was looking at me.

"You like it, don't you," I taunted her.

"No... no... I... hate... it..." she grunted, each word gasped out as Nicky hit bottom over and over.

"You love it up the ass, right? Let Joey fuck you there often."

"Some... times... not... often... not... so... big..."

I let go of her hair and she buried her face into the polished wood table. In the meantime, Nicky was hurtling on to the finish line, pumping so hard that his cock became a blur. Gina was even responding to each stroke anymore, instead her whole body seemed to shiver non-stop as she let out a continuous soft, submissive, moan.

"Get ready baby, here it comes," Nicky grunted as he gave her a final series of vicious thrusts, keeping his dick all the way up her ass as he drained his load into her bowels.

Nicky pulled out the second he was done, leaving her heaving and moaning on the table. Watching his fuck her had me hard again, and realizing her sweet cunt was still unused, I rolled her limp body over onto her back, spread her legs wide, and walked my cock up into her pussy. Her reaction was comic. She let out a quick screech and started to sit up, her eyes popping open, bulging in surprise. Then with a resigned sigh, she fell back.

I fucked her nice and hard, hammering her cunt and slapping her big tits around. When I was close, I yanked her off the table, grabbed a a handful of her hair, gave her another big facial since she'd so liked the first one.

I let her go, and she crumpled onto the floor, sobbing, with cum dripping off her face and out of her battered ass. I almost felt bad for her, but she'd married an asshole, so whatever.

----

Nicky, of course, couldn't leave well enough alone. He started showing the tape around, and naturally, Joey Saviani found out and tracked Nicky down. Shot him in the knee and broke his jaw. But Joey was too dumb to get away with it. He did it while on duty, and got caught. A couple of his buddies tried to harass me, but I knew they weren't about to lose their careers just because somebody fucked Joey's wife.

Nicky's still a buddy. Walks with a brutal limp, but he says it was worth it. Joey and Gina split. He's now on Long Beach working security on the docks. Gina moved down to Florida and set herself up as a trophy wife for a Miami lawyer. I actually ran into her in the airport one time. Believe it or not, she actually made a pass at me. But I was right. She'd had a couple of kids, and while she still had a great rack, her ass was as big as a house. I passed.

And me? Well, shit, if you're in Hoboken and want a good deal on a Chevy, drop on by and I'll hook you up. 



The Copy Room



David was a simple man. Handsome to say the least. His dark eyes were piercing and his dark skin was flawless. Women were attracted to him and he knew it, he feed off their attraction to obtain what he wanted from them. They were almost always willing to please and be pleased in return. Yet there was one who seemed unaffected and disinterested, her name was Katrina. She was a beautiful blue eyed blond with lips as red as a candy apple just waiting to be licked. She was tall and slender yet had the most beautiful curves. Simply sensual is all David could think when he saw her. He had to have her yet she brushed passed him everyday almost oblivious to his existence. He had never experienced this before and it made him want her even more. David was a big time corporate lawyer and she was the paralegal assistant to one of his colleagues. His now every thought was having her. He could no longer concentrate at the office. Every time she walked by his office he would undress her with his eyes. Imagine he was licking her breasts and kissing those lips to see if they tasted as sweet as they looked. 

Now his opportunity had come. David had been working on a big time case for a private company in the city when his assistant caught ill and a replacement was needed. His chance was here at last. Brian Mclain, a colleague of his and the attorney which the gorgeous Katrina worked for, owed David a favour. David asked him if he could steal Katrina away from him until his assistant could return. Brian was happy to oblige he was leaving on vacation any way so Katrina would have the time to help David with anything he needed. This is exactly what David was hoping for.

The next day Katrina started working for David and he had to try hard to restrain from throwing her on his desk and ripping all her clothing off. For the next week David played it cool treating her as he did his previous assistant. He would give her plenty of work and ask her to stay late to work on things with him way after hours. Two weeks passed and Katrina still seemed disinterested. He could not understand it so he decided to show off a little and have her come to his place that Saturday to work on a few things. She had agreed and now he simply needed to wait till they were out of the office and he could seduce her the way he knew secretly she wanted to be.

The week passed slowly and finally Saturday came. The hot summer heat was now being cooled by a down pour which looked like it would last for days. David set the scene, turned the lights down low but not to low so that she would question him, soft music playing in the background, the heat turned up higher than needed. He was ready for her and he told himself that she wanted the same. 

Katrina arrived slightly after 7pm. Her blond wavy hair perfectly in place and as she walked in the smell of Channel filled the air. She was wearing a tan form fitting dress which accented her every womanly curve. David thought to himself that she must have picked this for him. He took the blazer from her as she walked in and offered her a glass of Chardonnay. 

"Your home is absolutely gorgeous she mentioned", as he led her to the living room where he had laid out some of the work that needed to be done. He played it professional at first, playing along with her that they were truly there to work.

An hour past and the rain still pounded against concrete streets of the city. David could not take it any longer. He needed to have her, he wanted to have her. He was going to make his move but first he asked, "Would you like another glass of Chardonnay?"

"That would be nice," she said.

David walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to get them both another drink. He figured that when he went back he would tell her what he wanted. He was confident that she wanted it too. Yet before he could finish that thought and pouring the glasses of wine the soft smell of Channel filled his sinuses and two warm hands ran themselves up his chest.

"Let's be honest," she said, "are we really here to work?"

David had no idea how to answer that, this is what he wanted and she beat him to it. He didn't answer, instead he turned to her and deeply kissed those lips that had been calling to him for weeks now. So smooth and soft just as sweet as he had imagined. She pressed herself up against him hands running down the small of his back and down to his pants. It was finally happening he was going to have her.

David unzipped the back of the tan dress which showed her body so nicely. There underneath was the body of a goddess. She was absolutely perfect. Her black lingerie held two of the nicest, firmest breasts. He began kissing her neck as he ran his hand down over her breast and down her body. She was already wet and ready for him as he slowly removed the black thong she was wearing. Moving from her neck he went down on her. She was perfectly shaven, just for him, and wet. He teased her with his tongue a bit and looked up to watch her face as she moaned just a little as he hit her clit in just the right places. She tasted just right and it turned him on more than ever. As he ate her she grabbed his hair and pulled him up to her level. She licked herself off of him nibbling his lower lip in the process. She pulled his shirt off of him and ran her long manicured fingernails down his back. She kissed his chest and nibbled and licked his nipples as she undid his pants.

He was so hard. The throbbing was intense and he could not hold it much longer. Her tongue wrapped around his member. So wet and warm. Her hand playing with his balls as she sucked him off, the other at the base with the perfect rhythm. David was sure she would make him cum right there and he was more than willing to let her swallow all of it. She stopped just in time and David could no longer take it. He picked her up and cared her over to the pool table which stood between the kitchen and the living room.

Her body was stunning as it lay there naked and waiting for him. He pulled her towards the edge and went down on her again. This time more intensely he wanted to hear her moan. His tongue slid inside her slightly as he slid his finger inside. Her moans filling the room he knew she was close the wetter she got. He dragged his tongue from her clit up to her navel and over her breasts. Her nipples hard and waiting to be played with, licking them he nibbled slightly. 

He slid her up higher onto the table before sliding himself inside of her. She was tight and so wet. She moaned slightly as he penetrated her and so did he. Her hands glided over his ass grabbing it hard as he started pumping. She swung her leg up over his shoulder and he slid in deeper. Their moans now filled the room drowning out the music which was playing.

David pulled her off the pool table and bent her over it and Katrina rammed her ass towards his groan as he entered. David grabbed hold of her wavy blond hair that ran down her back pulling her head up. Her breasts shook as he pounded into her and she loved every second.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned." Harder."

David spun her around again and pinned her to the wall behind them. He lifted her off the ground as he entered her. His left hand holding her hands above her head and he sucked and played with her breasts with the other. He could feel her cuming now and it turned him on more. She screamed as she came and he pounded her harder. Sweat now dripping off of them both. David was close now and Katrina turned around for him again both hands on the wall ahead of her. He fucked her as hard as he could pulling himself out to cum all over her back. The rain was still beating down outside once they were done and the soft music from before could once again be heard. He had had her and it had been awesome. It was better than he could have imagined. As she cleaned herself up and got dressed he wondered what would happen at work on Monday. 

As she left she kissed his cheek and said not a word just sent him a sly smile. He went to bed that night dreaming of her pinned against that wall and the way her body tasted so sweet. He wanted her again.

Well the weekend passed and David's assistant was back and Katrina went back to work for Brian as per usual. David wondered if she would say anything to him after what had happened, but as she walked passed him she gave him the same uninterested expression as before. He didn't understand it. Not even a small smile came from her lips. It was like it never even happened. But he definitely knew that it had and so did she. He thought she must be playing it cool and he went back to work.

David went over to the copier to copy a few documents and the smell of channel filled his sinuses as the door closed behind him. As he turned around to look at Katrina she locked the door and said in his ear, "Drop your pants."



The Copygirl



God it was just another day in Sri Lanka. I had gotten up in the morning washed, eaten breakfast, and gone to work. I work as a copy boy in a large firm of Lawyers. Before I go any further, I should say that I'm only 18 tall, lanky, with long hair, not exactly a girl's dream date. The day was dragging out to be another bore, when my supervisor called me and said to go pick up some prints from the copier. I was glad to get an excuse to leave to office. The Copies was close by, so I decided to walk. The walk was very enjoyable; the heat wave had made a lot of females show more of their skin. The number of chicks in short skirts drove me wild. By the time I made it to the copiers my dick was stirring in my jeans, adjusting my T-shirt to hide the bulge I pushed the door and entered Mr. Silva's Copy Shop.

Mr. Silva was busy with another customer, but his two assistants were free. I strode up to one of them. 

"Hi, I came to collect the GGS prints." 

She smiled, "Ok, give me a second." 

While she was looking through the files, I took a my time looking her over, or what I could see of her over the counter, she was bout 5'7 with a light dark complexion, shoulder length black hair that was hanging loose, She had a cute mouth and opal black eyes. She was wearing a red top and what I took to be pants. She looked up at me and caught me checking her out, smiled again and turned around bending slightly to get something, giving me a really nice look of her tight butt in those pants. Damn, Was I imaging it or was she playing with me?

While I was ogling her, Mr. Silva's other assistant came up to me and said, "Hi." I, quickly as I could, turned around and looked at the new comer. This girl was like a mirror image of the other except her hair was longer and tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans that were so tight that they looked like they would burst, something I would have love to see happen. I smiled and addressed her. 

"Hi. Are you two by any chance related?" 

She smiled again. 

"Yes! We are sisters. I'm Navodi the eldest and she is Satchini." 

"I'm Rocky. Nice to meet you and I'm real lucky to meet two sisters." 

Navodi looked at me. 

"Nice to meet you too. And Sorry But I'm taken, but if you are looking for some fun, why don't you come with us for lunch?" 

Here was my chance to have some fun but being stupid said, "Won't your sister mind?" 

"Hell no. Satchini has been single for the last 2 months and she is as horny as hell and will jump at a chance get at some cock, while you look like a guy who won't say no to some pussy. If you doubt me go head and ask her."

I turned back to Satchini who was just returning with my copies. 

"Hi, would you like to have some lunch and raw meat?" 

I half expected to be slapped but instead but it didn't happen. 

"Oh good, lets get out of here, my pussy needs a good fucking." 

Damn this girl was one horny chick. Grinning broadly I paid for my copies and waited while Satchini spoke to Mr. Silva, grabbed her bag, said bye to sister and came out with me.

Once out on the street, I turned to her. 

"Where do you want to go to eat?" 

Satchini grinned. 

"My house is near by. You don't mind if we go there. No one will be at home." 

Would I mind, hell no. I agreed, my smile as big hers was and stopped a passing taxi. We got in and Satchini told the cab driver where the place was, as soon as she finished she grabbed my arm and put it around her. With my arm around her I quickly pulled her near to me, and she laid her head on my shoulder and her hand on my thigh. I was going nuts, this girl was going faster then I was, not that I wasn't enjoying it; my cock was straining in my jeans almost ready to burst. I decided to take action; I pulled Satchini closer and started kissing her. Her lips were soft and I detected a light flavor of strawberries, as I kissed her I slowly slid my left hand down her back and on to her tight ass, god that ass felt good to the touch. I slowly tried to push my tongue into her mouth, but Satchini was way head of me. Then suddenly, I felt her hand on my cock rubbing it and then Satchini pulled open my zipper. I broke the kiss and asked her what she was doing, with the taxi driver watching. Satchini grinned impishly. 

"I like doing it when someone else is watching." 

After hearing that I was gone.

Satchini slowly leaned over and started tugging my pants down, after slowly pulling my pants down to my knees, Satchini started kissing and licking my underwear covered cock, by this time I had got my hand underneath Satchini top was squeezing her bra covered, ample boobs. Then Satchini half stood up while she pulled my boxers right down and my erect 7 1/2 inch cock sprang out and hit her in the face. Satchini quickly grabbed my hard cock in hands, when I felt my cock touch Satchini's soft hands; I felt it get a little bit harder. Satchini slowly started to stroke my cock, by this time the taxi driver was having a hard time paying attention to the road ahead. Satchini took her right hand off my cock, while her left hand continued jacking me off, and spat into it, and then spat on my naked cock, the feeling of her spit on my cock plus the feel of her hand was almost too much for me, but with a great effort I controlled it. 

Satchini was now stroking my cock harder and faster as I slowly took my hands off her boobs and put it on her head, then I slowly started to guide her face toward my cock, Satchini resisted a bit. 

"I'll suck you later." 

But I needed my cock in her mouth, so I continued to push her face until it made contact with my now very erect cock. Once Satchini's face was over my dick, I thrust my hips and hit her face with my cock. When I felt my cock tough her lips, I asked her softly, "please." 

Satchini parted her lips a little, as I slowly I pushed my plump cock head in to Satchini's mouth, the feeling as my dick got through Satchini's lovely lips and into her wet mouth was incredible, Satchini was now totally into sucking my cock. She licked the head and ran her tongue up and down my cock, I lowly moaned to her. 

"Suck my balls, suck them." 

Satchini moved her head down to my hairy balls and started lapping at them like they were juicy melons, while her left hand continually jacked my dick up and down. Satchini soon went back to sucking my cock and I made her take half of it into her warm wet mouth. As Satchini continued bobbing her head up and down, I soon felt that familiar feeling that I was about to cum. 

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum!" 

Satchini just continued sucking. I took that as a sign that it was ok to cum in her mouth, so I started thrusting my hips faster and used my hands to push her face more onto my cock. At each thrust I went deeper into Satchini's mouth, and I could feel her gag slightly. Finally just as my warm cum erupted from my cock, I pushed it all the way in to the back of Satchini's mouth. Satchini started to gag and choke, while I held her face down on my cock and emitted my cum, I kept moaning. 

"Swallow it all, you little slut. Take it all in!" 

Finally, I let go of Satchini's head, and she pulled her face up, she cheeks were puffed up with cum as she worked frantically to swallow it all down. Even then some of the cum seeped from the corners of her mouth. Satchini looked at me smiled, and then ran her tongue over her lips cleaning up the leftover cum. My cock was still hard and bit messy and the Taxi driver was now driving looking virtually backwards, but all I did was think, "Damn, that was good" as I pulled Satchini toward me for a long and very wet kiss.

Special Thanks to "Irishgoddess0503" who helped me by editing the story and who gave me the inspiration to write erotic stories. Thank You.



The Copyman



Dianna is a hot little number and such a cock tease. She stands about five foot five and has a body that men would kill for. She is such a little tease and was definitely hired because of her looks because she is never working when I'm around her. Whenever I am called in to fix the copier in her office I leave pissed off and hard as a rock. Dianna breaks her copy machine at least once a week. I think she gets off by teasing me will I have to figure out what stupid thing she has done to the copier. I finally decided that I had had enough and put my plan into action. 

It was a Thursday when Dianna called my office and said she needed her copy machine worked on. I made up some excuse that I was busy and couldn't make it this week. She said that she really needed the copier fixed because she had a report she had to make copies of for her boss. This was the opportunity I needed to put my plan into action. I told her I could make it around 7 o'clock if she could wait for me. She didn't like the idea but said she had no choice. I borrowed a friends van and waited in the parking garage outside her office. At about 7:30 I saw her get off the elevator and start walking towards her car. She was wearing a short red leather skirt and a tight white blouse. My cock pulsed with excitement for I knew that she would soon be mine. The garage was deserted and she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings. I had parked the van next to her car so I could grab her from behind when she was unlocking her door. 

While she was digging in her purse for her keys I placed one hand over her mouth and the other across her chest. I could feel her rock hard nipples through her blouse. The cock tease wasn't even wearing a bra. I wondered if she was wearing any panties. I drug her into the van and quickly shut the door. I handcuffed her to the sidewall and tied a bandanna in her mouth. She was kicking the shit out of the vans walls and floor but I was safely out of her reach. She had no idea who I was since I had a ski mask over my face. I then drove the van out of town and down a secluded road to a cabin that a friend owned down by a lake. He lets me stay there whenever he isn't using it. I knew he was out of town for the week on business and wasn't due back until Monday so I had the cabin and Dianna to myself for the weekend. 

The drive to the cabin took almost two hours and Dianna had struggled to get loose almost the entire way. She was physically exhausted when I opened the door of the van and got her out. I took her inside the cabin and tied her spread eagle on the bed. I told her if she wanted to live then she needed to do what I said. I took the bandanna out of her mouth and she started screaming. I smacked her across the face and told her to shut up. I told her she was the biggest cock tease I knew, and she was going to pay for it. She looked at me and said, "Rob is that you?" I took off the mask and a look of relief came over her face. "I thought you were going to kill me,” she said. "Untie me and get me out of here, jokes over, you really scared me,” she said. "This isn't a joke!" Every time I come to your office you stick your ass or your tits in my face and treat me like I am some sort of servant, well tonight your my servant and I am going to have some fun. Tears began rolling down Dianna's face when she realized that it truly was her cock teasing that had gotten her into this mess.

It was time for me to see if she was wearing any panties under that tight red leather skirt. I slowly cut the skirt up one leg and then the other. I then took the flap I had cut and folded it up onto Dianna's stomach to exposed her panty covered mound. "I'm disappointed you have on panties Dianna,” I said with a sly grin. "We will have to take care of that won't we?" I said as I slid the scissors under edge of the silk panties and cut them off. Her jet-black bush was neatly trimmed and her pussy lips were now exposed and looked so inviting. I placed my tongue just above her anus and began long slow licks upward across her pussy lips. With every lick I would insert my tongue a little deeper in her slit. I wanted to tease her and make her want my cock like she has made me want her. 

As I licked ever so slowly I could feel some warmth escaping from her pussy. She was enjoying it and when I finally ran my tongue across her clit she let out a small moan. I then took her clit in my teeth and quickly ran my tongue over it. Dianna began to moan louder and louder and her juices began to flow. I wonder how it made her feel to have her body betray her. I stood up and removed my clothes and began stroking my rock hard cock. I positioned myself above Dianna’s wet pussy and began to press my cock into her hot pussy. After entering an inch or so I realized that I was going to fast. A tease wouldn’t let the fun end so quickly. I withdrew my cock, much to Dianna’s disappointment, and reached over and got the scissors and finished cutting off her skirt. She now only had on her white blouse. Her nipples where standing at attention and were hard as pencil erasers. I slid the scissors under the blouse and cut up between her breasts. I then slid up the bed having my dick follow the same path as the scissors until it was resting in between her breasts. Dianna’s best feature is definitely her breasts. They are perfectly shaped an look like those of a lady in their early twenties. I always noticed then when I was in her office because her nipples always looked as if they were going to poke out through her shirt. I slowly rubbed the head of my cock around one nipple and then the other. Dianna’s eyes were transfixed on my prick and the string of pre-cum that stretched from one nipple to the other. “Do you want to suck it,” I said as I smacked it down on her right nipple. She quickly regained her senses and shouted “NO, get off me you bastard and let me go!” This startled me and pissed me off. “I thought we were making progress Dianna” I said as I climbed off of her. I guess I will just have to go to Plan B. Dianna started shaking her head back and forth as I reached into a duffel bag and pulled out vibrator. I attached it to her clit and turned it on. I then looked her in the eyes and said, “I will see you in about an hour, you will be begging for me to fuck you before the weekends over.” I was hungry so I left the room and went into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. 

I could her Dianna moaning all the way in the kitchen after only about 10 minutes. “I’ll suck it, I’ll suck it! Please turn this thing off, Rob please!!!” I quickly ran into the room and straddled her midsection so my dick was once again resting in her cleavage. I began running my cock around each nipple and lightly brushing it across her lips. “I won’t suck it until you turn that thing off,” Dianna stammered. “Who the hell do think is in charge here,” I said as I twisted her nipples in opposite directions. “I am not going to turn it off until I fill your mouth full of my cum,” I said as I placed my cock on her chin. Slowly Dianna began licking the underside of my cock. I moved my hips up above her mouth so I could have some leverage will I fucked her mouth. 

The vibrator must have really been too much for her because she was sucking me like crazy. She was going to make me cum too fast so I was having fun pulling all the way out of her mouth and then slamming it back down her throat when she was able to raise herself enough of the bed to get it back in her mouth. After about 10 minutes of this fun I figured it was time to fill her mouth full of my hot sperm. I was about ready to explode and my balls were aching. I began long slow steady strokes into her mouth and increased the tempo with every thrust until I was hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. It didn’t take long before I blew my load into mouth. She continued to suck and lick my cock as I withdrew it from her mouth. “That was great,” she said as soon as my dick left her mouth. I reached down and replaced the vibrator with my tongue. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. The sheets between her legs were soaked through. Her juices tasted like honey and best of all I was starting to get hard again. All of a sudden I felt her hands on my cock. She must have worked them loose will I was fucking her face. Oh Shit, the scissors, I thought to myself.

I quickly spun around to look for the scissors and lost my balance and fell on my back. Dianna had the scissors in her hand, she sat up quickly and cut the restraints from her ankles. She then straddled my chest and placed the scissors at my neck. I felt as if I had a frog in my throat. I knew she was going to kill me. Dianna then slowly slid her cunt up to my mouth and began grinding her hot wet pussy into my face. She was almost suffocating me but I loved every minute of it. After about fifteen minutes of riding my face she slowly began to slide her dripping cunt down my chest over my stomach to my waiting cock. She was so wet she had no trouble sliding onto my rock hard pole. Slowly she rocked back and forth and glided side to side. My cock felt every bit of the inside of her wet pussy as she rode me. Then she spun around so her back was facing me. I quickly thrust upward forcing her to fall forward a little onto her hands. Now, I was back in control. I reached forward and grabbed her arms. This made her face and chest go flat against the bed and forced her ass up in the air. Luckily during the struggle my cock had not left her pussy. I started to really pound away at her doggie style. I reached up and pulled back hard on her nipples as I continued to pound her. Her hands found her clit and my balls. She rubbed them whenever they smacked against her clit as I pounded away from behind. With one final thrust I lunged forward and spilled my seed deep into her cunt. 

I rolled off of Dianna and began to get up when she once again straddled my chest. My cum was leaking out of her cunt and running down my sides onto the bed. She placed the scissors against my neck and said, “All the secretaries in town want you, I’m not a cock tease, I only dress that way when you are coming to my office.” With a sly grin on her face she slowly slid up my chest until her cunt was once again on my mouth. We fucked several more times that weekend. Now I no longer visit her office once a week, some weeks I go everyday!



The Coquette



I know what men want.
I always have.
It's what I do.

I understand and am fluent in those most subtle signals, and fleeting moments between men and women. Body language. Tone of voice. Movement of the eyes. Little pieces of an intricate puzzle that all add up to what you want, and what you will do to get it.


I hear women complaining about men- their dominance, the objectification of women. And I feel for them. I feel truly sorry for them.

They don't know what power they have.

In my life I have never paid a speeding ticket, bought myself dinner, carried my own bags at the airport, or felt sexually frustrated.

Not once.

I know my power well.

And I use it.

And right now- I want him.

That well mannered, educated, timid professor type in the corner at this little soiree.

And I will have him. Tonight.

I drift away from my friends and their politics over canapes. I linger in the corner opposite. Alone, and doing my best to be shy and retiring. I look up demurely at him, catch his eye, smile with a hint of embarrassment, turn my head.

When I look back, he's gone- I see his back as he enters the bathroom. His empty wine glass sitting on the hall table. Predictable as men are, I move into the kitchen and begin to pour myself another glass.

When I hear footsteps behind me, I pretend to startle, spilling some wine on my crimson cocktail dress, just below the fashionably low cut neckline.

"Oh! You surprised me!" I lie.

"Here, here, let me get that." He dabs first at my dress, then turning a shade to match it's hue hurriedly turns to clean up the counter. "I'm so sorry." He stammers out.

His awkward ministrations are endearing. And like clockwork. I feel the stirrings of anticipation at his hands fumbling at my chest.

"No, No it's quite alright." I blush on command, and extend my hand, "Cassie. Nice to, er, meet you" Awkward laugh. I am sure he thinks me as embarrassed as himself. I appraise his strong shoulders, dark hair, height, and striking eyes. He is muscular beneath that jacket, and in his mid thirties. I want those hands on me again. I want my nipple in his mouth.

Another glass of wine ought to do the trick. "Thanks for your help. Here- let me pour you some more merlot-"

He rushes to cut me off and sweeps the bottle away from my outstretched hand. "No, no, allow me. One stain on that dress is enough."

My giggle is sweet as it is submissive. He pours another glass, first for me and them for himself. His name, I soon find out is Steven, a professor of history at the local college, divorced, and ridiculously into the Inca archaeological sites. The talk comes around to me. I select my story carefully. Tonight I am a literature grad student from a neighboring university , in town for a lecture at the campus library on Faulkner. I am passionate in my tone as I turn the conversation from Faulkner to Williams, and then to the passion and repressed sexuality of American literature in the 1900s.

I lean over, conspiratorially, giving him quite the view of my ample cleavage in so doing. I touch his knee and speak soulfully about how love and sexuality when repressed give rose and blossom to such touching and (here I am sure to blush) stirring prose.

I look down, withdraw my hand, and ask him to excuse my fervor, the wine is lowering my sense of propriety. I look up with innocent, open eyes, and ask if he has seen the rest of our host's home. They have some lovely art pieces on the second floor. I stretch out my hand and draw him towards the stairs.

The hallway outside the guestroom that I have claimed as my own does have some spectacular works. Outside of my door I stand reflecting on a particular piece, as he expounds on it's symbolism. I see his eyes subtly drift down to my chest once more.

"I have a book you might like. Come, let me get it for you." I turn my shoulders away from him, blocking his view, and forcing his eyes to meet mine. They are coquettishly looking into his from over my shoulder. He, of course, follows as I enter my room.

From my overnight bag I withdraw a small book on art, purchased for this occasion from a used bookstore. My hand brushes his as he takes it from me. I catch his stare, hold it. I don't breathe for a moment. I tilt my chin up, and his lips are on mine. He tastes of wine. He drops the book and wraps him arms around me.



The Cordova Keys



Working as a freelance photographer has always been a passion of mine. The soft, rapid clicks of the shutter and the diffused flashes of light dancing across the walls as I strolled through my studio's loft always seemed to put me into a hypnotic trance, the subjects positioned before me became nothing more than a fixture of the space as I positioned myself around them, always looking for that perfect shot...

The days that once started with searching the internet and local papers for my next gig quickly turned into photo sessions that earned more money than I had even though possible. Not only did I love what I was doing, it turns out that I was good. In fact, I was really good. Reservations were starting to come in months and even years in advance. The pay was amazing, the clientele were satisfied and I was happy. Lonely, but happy. As I glanced through my growing portfolio, my eye caught a picture that I had intentionally tucked away toward the rear of the pages. Face and neck glistening from the moist heat that settled on that private island in the Caribbean, a set of deep turquoise eyes gazed back framed by a strawberry blonde mane. Isabella. 

Hearing the phone ring I quickly snapped back to reality. "Photos by Charlie" I said instinctively, all the while thinking it was time to come up with something more professional. The man on the line was a bit out of breath, almost panting, "Charlie! I'm glad I caught you!"

Wondering to myself where else I would be at 2am on a Thursday morning I responded, "You caught me. What's up?" What's up? Seriously Charlie, get a grip here. 

"I need a huge favor! I have family flying in from the States tomorrow my waste of space son who offered to film the wedding has decided to back out at the last minute!"

"Flying in from the States? Who is this and how did you get my number?" Come on Charlie, act like a damn professional. It may be early in the morning, but this is still a potential client.

"Charlie! It's me, James! James Cordova!"

You have to be kidding me... James Cordova, the father of the turquoise eyed beauty Isabella. "Mr. Cordova I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize the number."

"James, call me James. And I should be the one apologizing for calling out this early hour. But tell me Charlie, can you make it? Are you free for the weekend?"

Without hesitating I responded with a yes. Looks like my little country getaway will have to wait.

"Grab your bags then. I have jet waiting and Isabella is on her way to escort you."

With a quick click of the receiver, I was left standing at the desk, phone in hand staring back at the photo of Isabella. I loved how they called their little homestead, "The Cordova Keys". To be honest, homestead is a far reach for words. James Cordova was a billionaire who earned his fortune in a joint venture with his brother Javier, a venture which had remained a mystery beyond that. For all I knew, it could have been gun or drug related. I laughed out loud at the image of James and Javier sitting back in lavish style on one of their island mansions, protecting their fictitious marijuana fields with outstretched arms holding weapons towards the boats that passed by on the horizon. The laugh quickly softened as the gravity of the situation took hold. I needed to repack. Hell, not only did I need to repack, but I needed to cancel my ride to the cabin and get my gear secured. I knew form my previous visit to The Cordova Keys that I would need every camera, lens and piece of equipment that was available in my arsenal. The diverse settings of the islands and the family homes scattered across them would take every trick I had learned over the years and stretch them to their limits.

Not long after I had finished repacking my clothes and securing my gear, there came a sharp knock at the door. When opened, I was surprised to find two older gentleman dressed in driver's attire beckoning for my belongings. Slowly stepping aside and motioning towards the pile of luggage in the middle of the room, I became aware of a second presence behind me and a light feminine caress on my arm. Turning slowly, I was awed to see the now 23 year old enchantress Isabella. Seven years had passed since my first visit to The Cordova Keys where I was hired to capture the sweet sixteen celebration of the youngest of the Cordova children. Now, at a staggering 5'10', she was the perfect picture of health and beauty. The tops of her tanned breasts were just visible over her white blouse that was cut to accentuate her toned and lean arms. Her white skirt swayed gently in the breeze of the corridor of the complex as she crossed the threshold and gave me a warm embrace. When I realized that the men holding my belongings were ready and starting to stare at the sight before them, I motioned towards the door as I locked up behind them and escorted Isabella back to the awaiting limo. As we walked, she spoke for the first time in a hushed tone, "I missed you Charlie."

Blushing, I quickened my pace, reached out and opened the door to the limo as I beckoned her to take a seat. As we rode to the airfield only a few miles away, we chatted about the minor events in our lives since we had last seen each other. She had just finished her schooling here in the States and was travelling back home for her sister's wedding. A breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that little detail and my mind drifted back to that island all those summers ago when the young Isabella had flaunted herself in front of me, showing me her young yet full figure as she pretended to drop her bath towel and teased me as we swam in the family pool. There was even the last night of my visit, where she had grabbed my neck and gave me a deep kiss before running up the stairs to her bedroom...

"Charlie?" Isabella said.

I glanced up to see her reaching for my hand. The door was open and the driver and his aide had already begun to load our luggage onto the jet who was idling nearby.

Laughing, she called out again. "Come on Charlie, we don't want to keep Papa waiting."

As we loaded onto the private jet, I took a seat on one of the plush leather reclining chairs that faced toward the rear of the plane. Isabella chose the seat opposite me and proceeded to pour us glasses of a 25 year old Hankey Bannister blended Scotch from her father's private collection. As I drank, the burn in my throat made my eyes begin to water and Isabella again let out a flirty laugh. While the plane tore down the runway, I glanced about the small jet and noticed that we were alone. The pilot had shut the cockpit door and we were effectively secluded off in the little cabin. Swiveling around I glanced out the window and Isabella's reflection caught my eye as she slowly adjusted in her seat. What am I doing here? I thought to myself. This is crazy! 

I took this poor girl's virginity and here I am now, having these thoughts all over again. I finally settled back down in the seat and as we struck up another conversation, Isabella poured another glass of the Scotch. As she leaned forward to hand me my glass, I noticed that her skirt had started to ride higher up her lap than I noticed before. Her tanned legs slowly parted as she leaned forward and I had just caught a glimpse of her delicately shaved folds as she slowly straightened and returned to a seated position. My eyes were locked. I knew she was looking at me but I could not divert my gaze to save my life. A full minute had passed before I was able to compose myself and turn away. This young woman had not seen me in just over seven years. So much had changed since those nights on the islands. Did those occurrences really even happen the way I remembered them? Was it all my imagination? Was she truly just an innocent little girl?

Isabella finally broke the silence, "It's alright Charlie. I don't trust anyone else to admire my body the way that you do."

I gazed back into her eyes and she started to recite some of my more explicit works that were available on various erotic internet sites.

"The Jaden's Fire series was always my favorite..." she recalled. "I can see the passion in your work, your love for the camera and the pursuit to find that perfect image."

I was becoming a bit distressed at this point. I had intentionally used a pen name for some of the more questionable sessions and gigs I had performed over the years, yet here she was, reciting the names of various works back to me and at this point, there was no point in denying it. But why Jaden's Fire? What was so extraordinary about Jaden's Fire that it caught young Isabella's interest?

"I'm sorry Isabella", I said back in response. "There was a period in my life where I had to take whatever jobs were offered..." I was quickly cut off with a finger pressed to her lips.

"There are no apologies needed" she cooed as she slowly parted her legs again giving me another view of her wetness. In a single stride she had set aside her now empty glass of Scotch and slowly kneeled before me. Running her left hand up to my chest, she pushed me further back into the recliner as she removed my belt with the other hand. My mind was racing and I was still trying to process the significance of what was happening when I felt the head of my rod being engulfed by her warm mouth. Looking down, I could only see those glistening turquoise eyes as she slowly enveloped me down to the root. The view alone was almost too much to handle.

Isabella slowly let me slide from her mouth as she said, "I have saved the best parts of myself for you," and once again took my entire length into her awaiting mouth and throat. 

I could already start to feel the heat rising from my loins before I could even fully process what was happening. Sensing that I was close to coming, Isabella slowly gripped underneath the head of my glans and held still as the sensation passed without incident. Then, in one swift motion she stood and straddled my legs as she lowered herself to me. I could feel the moist recesses of her entrance enticing me, beckoning to me but apparently she had other plans. Tilting her pelvis slightly towards me, she positioned me at the entrance of her rear and pressed the head of my rod against her now pulsating little hole.

"Jaden's Fire," I managed to call out, "I filmed Jaden Andrews in her first anal experience..." and with that, she dropped to my lap impaling herself on my rigid staff. 

Grinding her hips back and forth in a rhythmic motion matched only by the thumping of the jet engines, she leaned forward and whispered close to my ear "Not only is this my first anal experience, but I have saved my core for you as well."

As I gripped her bottom firmly, she started to glide up and down my cock until she reached her first sexually induced climax. I pulled her closer and buried my throbbing stem harder and faster in her tender hole until she began to whimper in my ear, "Please! Oh Please! I have waited so long!"

As I began to ejaculate for the first time in years, Isabella let out a guttural moan that I am sure was heard over the roaring engines. I tensed as I shot stream after stream of my semen into her bowels which sent her over the edge and into her next orgasm. The rapid pulsing and contractions of her muscles milked the remaining semen from me as she slumped onto my chest panting. Over the next few minutes, my erection slowly subsided and Isabella reluctantly slid off of my lap and proceeded to gently lap up the expelled semen that had been forced out and trapped between us.

As my heart rate finally returned to normal, I picked up the exhausted young woman before me and carried her to the lavatory where I delicately placed her in the small tub and washed the combined sweat and semen from her body. Shortly after I had dressed her and carried her back to her seat, the pilot announced that we would be landing within the hour. I glanced quickly out the window and then returned my gaze to the young vixen napping peacefully across from me.

My eyes slowly started to close while exhaustion took its hold on me. "My dear Isabella..."



The Core Of His Obsession



He'd been watching her for a while…and he liked what he saw. The things she wore made him hard. Made him ache to touch her. He could feel his palms sweating at the thought of running them over her tight body. Voluptuous, curvy and tall. Long, dark hair, beautiful eyes. The core of his obsession. He would make her his soon enough…

She was running late. She knew better than to be out late at night, alone. She had a long walk home. It'd been raining all day. A lazy drizzle. Enough to make the day dreary and the streets at night dark. Leaving the library long after they'd closed, she tried to hurry. 

Tripping and dropping her books a few times, swearing under her breath. Collecting herself, she pushed the damp strands of her long red hair out of her face. Looking around nervously, imagining she heard footsteps behind her. She took this way home so often she knew she could do it with her eyes closed. 

Opting for a shortcut, she veered off to the left along the edge of the woods, following a well-beaten path to the park. Suddenly she stopped to listen. The footsteps were there again. She knew she wasn't hearing things this time as a twig snapped somewhere in the dark behind her. Her breath caught and she headed for the edge of the woods again to hide in the shadows, moving slowly, almost afraid to breath. She stopped again as she saw a long narrow shadow extend beyond that of the line of trees. As a dark figure stepped behind her, she turned and tried to scream, her things scattered about, forgotten. 

He quickly yanked her back against his body. His arm snaking around her middle, the other finding its way higher, grazing her breasts briefly, clamping his hand down over her mouth. She fell back against his body, panting and struggling. She heard his voice, a harsh growl in her ear. 

"Down, on your knees. Now." He pulled her down, pushing her forward slightly. 

"What mischief have I found this night, sweet, all alone in the woods." She could feel his breath, warm and moist, against the back of her neck. His hands were everywhere. She shivered. He laughed. 

Softly she cried, "Please don't hurt me." 

"Hurt you." Again he laughed, his tone biting. He pulled her arms behind her and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and shoving her onto her stomach. She cried out at the sudden movement and began thrashing her body beneath his to get away, knowing he overpowered her, she didn't stand a chance. 

"Fight me. Yell and scream, no one will hear you." Once she realized her movements were disheveling her clothing to his advantage she ceased her thrashing. Feeling him against her backside, the enormity of his man hood and what he was about to do to her terrified her. Lying there helpless, she dug her nails into the ground. 

"You know what I'm going to do to you. You'll be begging when I'm done with you bitch." He loosened his pants, his cock falling free of its confinement. He stroked himself a few times, slowly. He shoved her skirt up around her waist, the material barely covering her ass, falling just to the top of her stockings and garters. 

"You are such a slut. You want me to fuck you don't you." He forced her legs apart, pushing her ass up higher, ripping her panties from her body, he shoved his fingers inside her. She cried and begged him to stop. She lay there, her struggles fuel to his fire. She tore clods of earth up as she tried to claw her way from beneath his crushing weight. He shoved her face into the grass as he pressed himself to her waiting cunt. 

"You want my cock in your pussy don't you whore. You're wet." He laughed at her. He slid his cock up and down her slit, pushing the head inside, then tearing into her violently. Burying himself inside her. She lay there panting and crying. Her body reacting to the violation, reacting in a way she didn't like. He was raping her and she was letting him. 

He watched her cunt opening and closing around his cock as he withdrew and shoved back inside her. "You're hungry for it aren't you bitch." 

He started tugging at her blouse, the thin material giving as he yanked harder, the buttons popping loose, falling to the ground. He pushed the offending garment aside and the lace panties tore away easily beneath his grasp. He pinched and pulled at her nipples and fucked her tight pussy as hard as he could, grunting and cumming quickly inside of her, spilling his seed deep within her womb, shoving her foreword and whispering harshly, "If you tell…any one…I will hunt you down…every night…and do things…to you that you never…imagined possible…you will be my whore, my pleasure." 

He pulled away from her, adjusted his clothing, and slipped silently back into the woods, concealed beneath its heavy roof of branches, overcrowded by fresh spring leaves. 

She lay there, shivering, crying. Her body aching from the brutality of his violation. She tried sitting up but moved too quickly and fell back onto the grass. She pulled the torn and tattered remnants of her blouse over her breasts, groping in the dark for the torn and discarded panties and bra. She smoothed the skirt down over her thighs, noticing for the first time the dampness between her legs. She slowly gathered her wits about her and stood up, she didn't dare forget anything here, lest any one ever find out what happened. His words haunted her, he'd hunt her down if she ever told.

Slowly she made her way home. She dumped her books on the floor by the door and shed her clothing, she sat on the edge of the bed and cried. Ashamed of herself for letting him do that to her and liking it. 

She headed for the shower, standing under the cold downpour for what seemed like forever when she heard the front door open and close quietly, heard someone calling her name. She felt rather than heard him get into the shower stall behind her, pulling her gently back against his body, holding her. 

He lathered and carefully washed her hair. Sliding the soap over her wet smooth skin. Rinsing the shampoo and soap away. Helping her out of the shower, drying her and slipping a robe around her shoulders, leading her to the bed. 

He quickly dried himself and slid in next to her, holding her to him. She opened her eyes to look at him and said quietly, "Thank you." 

He kissed her softly, "I didn't hurt you too much?" 

She retuned his kisses. "It was perfect."



The Coregasm



Last fall I turned forty and, quite frankly, although it was just a number, reaching that milestone made me feel a little old and undesirable. It didn't help that I had recently become single. After nearly twenty years of marriage, my husband divorced me to go live with a coworker who was nearly half of his age. With my only son having gone to college, I was a little depressed that I was going to spend my birthday alone.

It wasn't all bad, though. When my birthday arrived, I received a card in the mail from my best friend Tina, whom I had known since high school. Inside the card she included a gift certificate for a fully paid, six-month membership to the local gym near us. It was a nice gift, but I began to wonder why she thought of giving me that. I am moderately active, but by no means an athletic sort. I also look good for my age, although I could use some toning around my midsection and rear. Anyway, I gave Tina a call to thank her for the gift. 

"Hey Tina, it is Cara. What are you up to?" I asked.

"Not much, girlfriend, but happy birthday! Did you get my card?" she inquired. 

"Yeah, I got it," I replied. "And thanks for the gym membership. But I have to say that I'm a little self-conscious about it. After all, I just turned the 'Big Four-O.' You aren't telling me that I'm fat or anything, are you?" 

Tina laughed. "No Cara, you are not fat. I just thought that you might like it. I work out at that gym all of the time. I thought that maybe we could go together. After all, since your divorce, I think you could benefit from getting out of the house more often."

Her reasoning eased my mind. She was right: I did need to get out of the house more often. Since becoming divorced, I had become a little self-absorbed and depressed. Perhaps working out would be beneficial to both my mind and body. 

"Okay, that makes sense," I said. "But Tina, do you think that you could show me how to use the equipment at the gym? I'm a little nervous about working out in front of other people. I don't want to be the old lady who is not doing things correctly."

"Stop it with the 'old lady' shit, Cara," she replied. "It will be fine. It is no big deal. I'll give you a tour of the place and even introduce you to my personal trainer Brad. He is a nice guy." 

"All right. How about next Saturday?" I asked. 

"No problem," she said. "But let's go way early, before it gets busy. The place is crazy on Saturday mornings. The gym is open twenty-four hours, and Brad works from 3:00 AM to 11:00 AM. How about we get there at 3:00 AM, take a tour of the facility, work out for an hour, and then maybe grab some breakfast?"

"Sounds good," I replied. 

With our meetup still a few days away, I had time to go to the local sporting goods store and buy some outfits in which to work out . Tina advised me to wear something comfortable, but I was a complete novice when it came to picking out athletic clothes. After talking to the sales people at the store, I ended up with a few pairs of spandex shorts and yoga pants. I went with darker colors, such as slate gray and black, because they made my thighs and rear look slimmer. I also bought a few nice sports bras to keep my C-cup "girls" from jiggling around during exercise. With regard to my tops, I went sleeveless with a little color by selecting fluorescent lime and pink. If I was going to be shaking my junk in front of people, I wanted to look hip doing it. 

Tina came by and picked me up early that Saturday morning. Since it was before dawn on a weekend, when we arrived at the gym it was sparsely populated. There were a few people on treadmills, a couple of guys lifting weights, but for the most part the place was empty, including the classrooms where the Pilates classes were not scheduled to start for a few more hours. Still, seeing the few people there whose bodies were sweating in tight spandex was intimidating. I wasn't sure that I was going to fit in.

After checking in, Tina and I went to the women's locker room to dress down. As we undressed, it occurred to me that we had not seen each other naked since we were both on the swim team in high school. Even after a couple of decades, I had to admit that Tina still looked great. Her muscle tone was lovely, and her hips and ass were still as sexy as they looked when we were young. As we changed into our workout clothes, Tina was nice enough to give me a few compliments. 

"You look good, Cara," she said. "You have taken good care of yourself physically. And when did you start shaving down there? You have some sexy lips, girlfriend," she added, pointing to my labia. 

Her compliment about my labia made me feel good, as I've always hated the way that they looked. My labia are, well, a little large, but they are what they are. I've always been self-conscious about them, but not everyone has a coochie that looks like that of a porn star. 

"I've been shaving down there for years," I said somewhat embarrassedly. "After becoming single, I guess I'm just shaving down there out of habit, because Lord knows I'm not doing it for anyone in particular." 

We proceeded to get dressed when I noticed that I had a problem. I didn't like the feel of my panties under my gray yoga pants. I could also see the seams of my panties through the fabric of the pants, and it looked terrible. However, when I tried on the yoga pants without my panties, I had cameltoe. Urgh. 

"Shit, Tina, I have cameltoe," I said. "I can't go out there like this." 

Tina giggled in disbelief. "You crack me up, Cara. Hey, stand up straight, facing me, and spread your legs slightly—not too wide. Let me see." She looked intently, before saying, "Now turn around and bend over slightly." After about ten seconds, which seemed like an hour, she chuckled and said, "Yeah, you indeed have a serious case of cameltoe, girlfriend." 

"Fuck you, Tina. I already knew that. That doesn't help me," I said. "How do you keep from having cameltoe?" 

"I sew a piece of fabric into the crotch of my yoga pants. It keeps them from sliding into my lady bits. Wearing a thong underneath works too. I also think that you might have a low-rise style of pants," she said. "When you pull them over your hips, there is no place for them to go but up your va-jay-jay. You might need some pants that are a higher-rise style. But I wouldn't worry about it. It'll be fine. There aren't many people here at this hour to notice."

I wasn't entirely reassured by her comments, but I didn't have much choice. There was nothing that I could do about it. Unless someone was really looking hard, one probably wouldn't notice. Still, I felt a little weird about it. 

Once we got out on the main floor, Tina showed me how to use the equipment for about thirty minutes or so. We started with the stuff designed for cardio, before moving to the area with the weights. In our travels, we came across her personal trainer Brad, who was a very nice guy. He was probably no more than thirty and was quite a hard-body. He was not built like a bodybuilder, but was thin, trim, and well-sculpted. His muscles were not large, but had great definition. Combined with his blond hair and blue eyes, he was gorgeous. He talked to me at length about the services he provided as well as the classes that they had at the gym. He made me feel at ease about being there, and I appreciated that. 

Tina had used Brad as her personal trainer for the last year, and she thought highly of him. She scheduled our workout that morning so she could also show me how Brad did his personal training with her. It was nice to watch them work together. He was supportive, encouraging, and always concerned about safety. Although I wasn't sure that I wanted a personal trainer before we arrived, I now thought that it would be nice to work with Brad as well. Just getting attention from him would be enough motivation to work out harder. He was hot. 

After a while I told Tina that I would be a few machines over, working out on a bench press machine. 

"No problem," she replied. "Let us know if you have any questions." 

Being as out of shape as I was, I was not able to do many reps. I did what I could, and when my arms tired, I went over to do some leg presses, after which I finally decided to work on my abdominal muscles. I eventually ended up on a machine called a Captain's Chair. Basically, you stand on the so-called chair and use the handholds to stabilize your upper body. Then you lift your legs to hip level, which contracts your abs. As I was using it, I was watching Tina and Brad from a few feet away. They would occasionally glance over to make sure that I was okay. Eventually Brad came over to check up on me. 

"So how it is going Cara?" he asked. "Are you feeling your abs burn a little bit?" 

"Yeah, a little," I said. "How many reps should I do?" I asked. 

"Well, most people do twelve to sixteen, but don't overdo it on your first day," he said. "You'll work up to it."

I continued to lift my knees upwards to waist-level on the chair, while peering into Brad's icy blue eyes. With each lift of my knees, he uttered subtle, but effective encouragement. He was clearly concerned with my technique. If I struggled a little while lifting my legs, he would put his hands on the back of my thighs, nearly on my ass, and assist me upwards. Although it was simply a gesture designed to help me maintain good athletic form, I liked the attention. I had not been touched there by anyone in months. I liked it, and I found myself wanting to do well for him.

"That's it, Cara, you got it," he said. "Come on, let's see you do ten more." 

I could feel the burn in my abdominal muscles as well as a mild heat emanating from my skin. I had already done enough to work up a modest sweat, but I wanted to push myself further. As I lifted my legs upwards, I could see that Brad's eyes were fixated on my midsection. Due to my issue with sporting cameltoe through my yoga pants, I'm sure that he was getting an eyeful. However, I didn't really care. I could feel a lovely tingle radiate through my spine with each and every leg lift. It was weird, but soon it felt less like work and more like pleasure. 

When I reached my goal of ten, Brad said, "Great job, Cara. That's it. That was the way to work it. Take a two-minute break."

By his comment, he expected me to stop, but I felt good enough to keep going. That surprised him. 

"Don't overdo it," he cautioned. "Are you sure you can keep going?" 

"Yeah," I huffed, as I continued with my leg-lifts. "Yeah." 

It was weird, but it felt so good that I didn't want to stop. I could feel the endorphins running through my brain, which gave me an almost mystical feeling. It was a nice cocktail. After about ten more lifts, the tingling in my spine started to overtake my abdomen, radiate through my pelvis, and caused my thighs to shake. I let out a gasp and started to see stars. I had felt this feeling before—but never, ever at a gym.

"Ohh, Gawd," I moaned huskily from the deepest depths of my being. "Lordy, oh fuck," I exhaled as I suddenly felt my mind spinning and waves of pleasure consume me. The feeling was so overwhelming that I held my legs up in a raised position, frozen in ecstasy. I was racked by pleasure from head to toe. 

"Are you all right?" yelled Brad, who was obviously concerned. "Cara! Are you okay?!?"

I could not muster a coherent reply. I just kept my head down, emitted low, primal moans, and savored the feeling. Soon Tina rushed over as well. She too was concerned. 

"What happened?" shouted Tina. "Brad, is she okay?" 

"Fuck me, that was fucking unbelievable," I huffed, trying to catch my breath, as I finally lowered my trembling legs to the ground. "Where do you buy one of these fucking things?" 

"What?" said Tina, clearly perplexed. 

"Wait a minute. Let me lie down," I said, ambling shakily over to a nearby bench. "I'll ask once more: where do you buy one of these fucking things? This Captain's Chair. This thing is great." 

Brad's face started to soften after he knew that I was actually okay. In fact, he smiled once he realized that I was feeling fantastic. 

"Oh my, I think Cara just had a coregasm," laughed Brad. "Is that right, Cara?" 

"If that is synonymous with orgasm, that is correct," I huffed. "Lordy, that was good." 

"You had what?!?" exclaimed Tina. 

"You heard me," I said. "I just got off on a piece of exercise equipment, of all things. That is so fucking weird. Not that I'm complaining."

"Tina, she had a coregasm," said Brad. "In some people, when they work their abdominal muscles, the exertion on their pelvic floor can bring them occasionally to orgasm. We trainers call it a coregasm." 

"Damn, I've never had one," said Tina. "But look, she did, didn't she?"

As I lay on my back, I could see Tina pointing between my legs that were slightly parted. 

"She creamed herself," she said. 

I sat up briefly and noticed the wet spot in the crotch of my gray yoga pants. I was beyond aroused. "I should be embarrassed, but I feel too good to care," I laughed. 

Tina and Brad laughed as well. Happily, it was so early that no one else in the gym noticed that the Captain's Chair had made me come. 

"I'm sorry about that, Brad," I said. "I didn't mean to have an orgasm. It just happened." 

"There is no need to apologize, Cara. It doesn't happen often, but I have seen it before with other clients," he said. "Yet it is pretty rare."

"That exercise just felt so good that I couldn't stop," I said. "And looking at you while doing it didn't hurt either." 

"Huh?" 

"Well, having an orgasm in front of you was almost like having one with you, if that makes any sense," I said. "God, that was hot." My mind was still spinning enough that it didn't register to me that my comment to Brad may have been inappropriate. 

"Well, you looked pretty good yourself," he admitted. "That look on your face was one that I won't soon forget." 

"I agree. You were as red as a beet when you came," laughed Tina. "I thought that something was wrong with you, but no, I guess everything was oh, so right! You will have to teach me how to do that, Cara."

"Well, can someone get me a small, dry cloth or towel?" I asked. "I'm a little bit of a mess down below. I need to dry up this wet patch." 

"I think there might be some in the men's locker room," said Brad. "The laundry guy drops them off there in the mornings. I'm not sure if they have arrived yet. Let me go check." 

While Brad was gone, Tina and I continued to chat. 

"I can't believe that you came in front of Brad. Jeezus," said Tina. 

"Yeah, I'm not sure how much of it was the exercise and how much of it was from looking at Brad. He is quite attractive," I replied. "I think I'm probably not the first girl to have had a coregasm from his sexy encouragement." 

"Yeah, you are probably right," she said. "I have to admit that I fantasize about him regularly. He is hot." 

"Tina, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked. 

"Thinking what?" 

"I'm still randy as hell," I admitted. "Do you want to go get him?" 

She knew what I meant. "Are you kidding me?" she exclaimed. "We will get caught. Besides, he is married and we are way too old for him. And I don't think that my husband would appreciate it either."

Tina had good points. Still, it kind of pissed me off that she had to be so rational about it. Since I had just met Brad, I didn't know that he was married. Because he works around heavy exercise equipment, he was not wearing a wedding band, as it could potentially get caught on the equipment. With regard to Tina, well, I knew that she had been fairly happily married for almost a decade. Like all couples, she had occasional issues with her husband, but overall she was in a good relationship. I was not going to let my suggestion disappear into the ether, though. 

"Tina, there is hardly anyone around here at this hour," I said. "We can do it. Besides, I have never known any guy who will turn down decent pussy. I might be forty, but I think I can still offer that." 

Tina looked at me as though I was crazy. I probably was. But like a cougar in heat, I was eager to pounce. 

"I'll come along, Cara, but I'm not going to commit to doing anything other than that," she replied. "By the way, you are fucking crazy." 

"So let's go," I said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the men's locker room. She went along without saying a word. Since it was still only about 4:15 AM, the locker room was empty, except for Brad. He saw us from the moment we walked in. 

"Hey, stop right there, ladies," said Brad. "You two cannot be in here. I'll bring your towel out to you, Cara, but you have to leave."

I walked up to Brad, so I was standing about an inch away from him, face to face. "I'm not here for the towel," I replied, and then kissed him on his lips. He initially went with it, kissing me back, but eventually he pushed me away. 

"No, I can't do this. Not here. Not with you," he said. "Sorry, but this is wrong. It is not that I don't think that you are attractive Cara, but no, I'm married." 

I moved closer to him and looked deeply into his blue eyes, while running my right hand through his blond hair. "I'm not asking to be your girlfriend, Brad." I kissed him again on the lips, but he pushed me away once more. He was going to be a tough catch. 

I decided to go with Plan B. If it was not going to work, nothing would. I put my thumbs under the waistband of my yoga pants, and gradually rolled them midway down my thighs. I could sense his breathing deepen as his eyes lowered to fixate on my sex. Of course, since I had just had an orgasm on the Captain's Chair a few minutes earlier, I was well-lubed. I dipped two fingers into my pussy, pulled them out, and brought them up to Brad's lips. With a hint of nervousness and perhaps guilt, he extended his twitching tongue towards them and licked them clean. He couldn't resist. 

"You like that, don't you?" I asked. "See? Not all girls taste the same." 

I didn't ask if he wanted another taste; I simply gave him one. After he again licked my fingers clean, I gave him a deep kiss, to which he responded favorably this time. I could taste myself on his tongue as we gave each other deep, sensual kisses. After a minute or two of probing his mouth, I reached down to his crotch and could feel his hard cock in his shorts. It was time to meet the beast. 

I dropped to my knees and started to fumble with the buttons on his shorts. Once I had them down, I pulled down his underwear and watched with a sense of wonder as his cock sprang free. It was a thrill. I started licking the underside of his penis, and it tasted somewhat funky and salty, but it was eager. The veins that mapped his cock led upwards to a gorgeously purple, bulbous head. His cock wasn't very long, but it was attractive. I continued sucking on him for a while when Tina, who was standing nearby watching us, started to get nervous. 

"Uh, do I need to be on watch or something? What if someone comes in?" she asked. 

Brad, with his cock in my mouth, was reeling a little too much from the blowjob that I was giving him to give a firm response. "Shit, I have no idea, Tina," he said, as his eyes glazed and his mind hazed. "This is so fucking wrong. Just let them come in, I guess." 

Whatever sense of trepidation that Brad may have had from becoming sexual with me slowly receded like a long, forgotten wave. He was not the first guy that I've met whose sense of morality went out the window once a pair of lips and a friendly tongue embraced his penis. I continued to give Brad head until I could hear his breathing deepen. I stopped and said, "Not yet." I pulled off of him, stood up, and took off my yoga pants, which were bunched around my thighs. I was still wearing my top, but was naked from the waist down. 




The Coregasm



"Brad, I want to fuck you." I then led him by his hand to a bench in between the lockers. He didn't say a word the whole time. I could sense that he may have been a little conflicted, yet aroused. As I lay on my back on the bench, he moved in between my legs. Before he could even penetrate me, a new visitor walked into the locker room. 

"What's going on? Am I interrupting something?" said a voice behind us, after immediately seeing Tina by the door. Then he looked over at me and Brad, and saw that we were about to couple. Once he realized that yes, we were going to be fucking in the men's locker room, he said, "I can leave, if you want." 

"Nah, it is okay," I said. "Just do your thing. We'll be done in a bit." 

The guy had obviously come in from working out, as he was sweaty. I could only imagine what must have been running through his head at the sight before him. He moved to the corner by Tina and decided to watch. 

Brad refocused his attention on me, and carefully guided his cock into my pussy. I let out a soft gasp and grabbed his hips as he began to thrust. He was lovely. What I loved the most was that he went slow and steady, paying attention to the ebbs and flows of my desire. In my experience, having that degree of focus is a rare quality in a male lover, and Brad had it in spades. He was a most lovely fuck. 

Brad and I fucked for another ten minutes when he suddenly said, "I've got to slow down—you feel too good. I'm going to bust if I don't stop." He pulled out for a second and I could see that he had had a minor orgasm, because come was oozing slowly from the tip of his cock. If I had to describe it, I would say that he slightly cracked a nut, rather than busted one. I ran a finger down my slit and brought my hand up. I could see that he had come in me just a little, maybe a small spurt or two, but no more.

"Take your time," I whispered. "Let's make it last." 

Since Brad didn't have a full orgasm, he remained hard. He never had to go through the refractory period. As I let him take a break before we resumed fucking, I looked around and noticed that additional men had arrived in the locker room. Brad and I were so into each other (literally) that we had not noticed the new arrivals. In addition to Tina and the first visitor, there were now five other guys lining the perimeter of the walls watching us, with three of them jerking off to us fucking. Tina remained fully clothed in her workout attire, although her right hand was doing business inside her yoga pants. 

After I gave him a one-minute break, Brad and I resumed fucking. Within a minute or two he brought me to an orgasm that was almost as good as the one that I had in the Captain's Chair earlier. For a moment it caused my calves to cramp, but fortunately my muscles loosened. It was at that point when we could hear moans around the room, as the guys masturbating around us were getting off. Just seeing guys standing around us and shooting semen onto the concrete floor of the locker room was somewhat surreal. Most of the guys were okay looking, but not my type. While Brad and I fucked, and the crowd around us continued to grow, several of them made comments. 

"Man, I hope she wants seconds, because I would be all in," said one guy who must have been in his sixties. 

"If she is up for running a train, I'd volunteer to be the conductor," offered another guy, who must have been no more than nineteen. 

"She looks a little hungry, as though she might need a spit-roast for breakfast," said another guy, who was middle-aged and chubby. 

Some of the comments were even directed to Tina who, as the only other woman in the room, was a target to be propositioned. 

"Do you know this lady?" one of the guys asked Tina, as he pointed to me. 

"Yeah, that is my friend Cara," she replied, biting her lower lip as she savored the sight before her. She still had her hand inside her pants.

"Well, she seems like a nice gal. And I can see that you are enjoying the sight, too. There are plenty of guys here who can help you with your clitoris, if you want. We don't want your hand to get tired," he offered. 

Tina smiled back and simply said, "No, that's all right. I'm good—for now." 

It didn't take Tina more than a few additional minutes to change her mind. She walked over to us and asked, "Is it okay if I join you?" 

"Sure, hon," I said. "Where do you want to be?" 

"On his mouth," she replied firmly. 

From the look in his eyes, Brad was up for it. Since Brad and I were fucking in the missionary position, we had to rearrange things. I got up off of the bench and told Brad to lie down on his back. I then mounted him reverse-cowgirl while Tina, behind me, swung her leg over his head and positioned her pussy on his mouth. As the three of us began to rock, it occurred to me that this was my first threesome, and it just happened to be in front of a crowd of guys who were jerking off and making comments as they watched us.

I'm no lesbian, but hearing Tina moan while Brad was eating her out was nearly sensual overload. She sounded so sexy. While I continued to fuck Brad, I occasionally looked back to see her running her pussy across his accommodating tongue. Her delicate hips moved with a sensual artistry that was simply beautiful. It ratcheted everything up a notch for me, and I began to drop my booty on Brad harder, fucking him senseless. The guys in the locker room didn't mind. 

"Wow, look at her drop the hammer on that cock," replied one guy. "That dude is not going to last long." 

Incidentally, Brad lasted just fine; it was Tina and I who were on the verge of turning inside-out. While I fucked Brad, Tina's moans became louder until they reached almost a shriek. I knew right then that she was having an orgasm. The words that came out of her mouth when she reached her plateau were some of the most deliciously naughty things that I've ever heard a person say. I had known her for a couple of decades, and I could not believe what I was hearing from her. Her diction completely sent me over the edge. I simply hammered down on Brad until I trembled to yet another orgasm. As I did so, I could feel Brad's cock expand inside me and hear his breathing deepen. Since I was not on the pill, I rose off of him once I could sense that he was about to pop. As soon as I lifted off of him, I could see his cock pulsating and spewing forth seed. It was everywhere: on my pussy, ass, and his abdomen. As he exploded, the entire room erupted in applause. We had obviously put on a good show for our onlookers, although we could not have cared less about them. 

When we got up and started to get dressed, the people around us started to disperse. The sight that was left on the floor was pretty amazing: the guys jerking off to us left so much jizz on the concrete floor that Brad had to call the janitor to mop it up, as it was a safety hazard. Somebody was going to slip on it. 

Tina and I returned to the women's locker room, gathered our stuff, and left. She seemed a little dazed and bewildered, to say the least. She was pretty quiet as she drove me home, and I could tell that she was deep in thought. Eventually she broke the silence.

"You blow me away, Cara. I cannot believe what just happened," she said. 

"Like what part of it?" I inquired. 

"The whole fucking thing, Cara. You getting off on the Captain's Chair, having a threeway with Brad, the crowd watching, cheating on my husband. Fuck. You just introduced me to the world of major cognitive dissonance." 

"Well, with regard to cheating, you didn't fuck Brad," I said. "You just borrowed his tongue. Was it good?"

"It was fucking fantastic," she admitted. "That was one of the best orgasms that I've ever had." 

"No worries, then," I said. "Take it for what it is." 

"No, I shouldn't have done it," replied Tina with regret. "If my husband knew about this, he would kick me to the curb. I wouldn't blame him, either." 

As she drove me home, the sun was starting to rise over the San Gabriel mountains, nearby where I live. There was something pure about that image. There was also something pure about our satiated flesh. Just like the sun radiating on those mountains, inwardly we both shimmered like gold.



The Corn Husker



LELIA AND CAMERON

I always wanted to live on a farm. I always thought about what it would be like to raise farm animals and grow my own fruits and vegetables. I started dating this guy named Lawrence while I was doing my internship in Seattle. Larry was a wonderful man who stood about five foot nine with wavy brown hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes I'd ever seen. We started our relationship off slowly, neither one of us sure where it was going to go or how, but we were going to give it the old college try anyhow. 

Larry lived on a small farm that he had inherited from his parents when they moved farther south to get away from the cold winters. Larry was of course a few years my senior, but nonetheless, he was stable and financially secure for life. During our time together, Larry showed me a lot of exciting aspects to living on a farm. I would spend a few days there on the weekends, where he showed me how to bale hay, milk cows, and sow corn. I can say that Larry and I had a wonderful sex life. There wasn't a moment that he wasn't ready, willing and able to satisfy himself or my needs, but one particular moment in time stands out in my mind more than any other.

It was a hot August day and I had stopped by the house to see him. I rang the bell, but no one answered. I walked around the back of the house and heard the rumble of the tractor in the north field. I followed the sound of it, and watched intently as the tractor cut off and Larry hopped down from the seat and started inspecting the almost full rows of corn. I edged my way closer and came to rest at the large wheel of the tractor and just watched. He plucked an ear of corn from one of the stalks and peeled the husk back inspecting the kernels that clung to cob. His shirtless chest glistened in the hot sun and was baked to a fine golden brown. I could see tiny beads of sweat running down his well-muscled back, as his fingers plucked the silk from the cob. 

I stepped to him and ran my hand down his spine. His skin was hot and wet from his efforts, and I could feel my body getting excited as I ran my hand down his slick flesh. 

"What a pleasant surprise," he said, as he grabbed me hard and pressed his hot lips to my neck, allowing his tongue to glide over my instantly heated flesh, while still gripping the ear of corn. 

My nipples began to harden and his grip on my waist tightened. I could feel the need in both of us growing and the intensity of our touches burning our already heated flesh. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. I inched my hand down to his already hard and bulging crotch. His cock was thick and swollen, as it always seemed to be when he and I were close. I stretched my hand across the breadth of it and squeezed it tightly. His breath hitched and a hand closed over my breast. He ran his hot hands up under my blouse and massaged my aching nipples for a brief moment as his mouth nibbled at my neck. He began to peel my clothes away from my body, just as he had the husk from the ear of corn. Within minutes we stood naked and sweating in the center of the rows of corn. 

Larry's mouth covered my hardened nipple as his one hand massaged the aching nipple of my other breast. I felt something cool and rigid against my back, sending delicious chills up and down my spine. His hand slipped from my breast and dove between my legs, finding my wet slippery hole. He inserted a finger and drew out the wetness there and smoothed it over my pulsing clit. The shockwaves fluttered through my body causing me to cum instantly. As the pulses of my orgasm raced through my body, contracting my inner muscles. I felt the cool rigid object slid against my hot thighs and then into me. I looked down knowing it wasn't Larry's hard cock that was lodged deep inside of me, because I could see his cock pulsing up and down in front of me. My eyes drifted down to my cunt where the yellow kernels on the ear of corn slid in and out of my wet hole. My heart went wild and my eyes bulged at the sight of a fat juicy ear of corn fucking in and out of my cunt, at the mercy of Larry's strong hand. I gyrated my hips, encouraging the corn and Larry's hand to push deeper into my body. The rigid kernels dragged their way in and out of my cunt, sending chills of pleasure throughout my weakening limbs. I began to lower myself to the ground before I lost my footing. Larry inched his way down with me. 

I spread my legs far apart and levered myself on my elbows so that I could watch him work the ear of corn in and out of my hot, heavy cunt. His thick hearty cock bobbed up and down as his hand drove the ear of corn deeper into my hole. He drilled the cob in and out in slow agonizing movements, then rammed me hard and deep, sending me into another delicious orgasm before removing the ear of corn and sucking my cum from it's kernels. 

"Now that's erotic," I huffed, as my nipples stood harder than they ever had been enjoying the sight of Larry licking my cum of an ear of corn. I reached down and began to stroke his cock with long, hard strokes as he continued to feast on my juices that glistened on the cob. I knew he was ready to blow his thick, juicy load as soon as I began to stroke harder and faster along its length, but he somehow concentrated all that energy into sucking off the ear of corn and delaying his own need to cum. 

After a long time of watching him enjoy the taste of my cunt on the ear of corn, I pulled the cob from his mouth and held it in one hand while I continued to stroke him with the other. I couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to have been fucked to orgasm by an ear of corn. My cunt was aching to be filled with it again, and I pushed the cob back up my gushing hole and began to move it in and out with the same furious pace I was using to jerk Larry off. I felt the first pulse of his cock and knew that he was ready to blow. I yanked the cob out of my cunt and rubbed it against the length of his cock. His eyes rolled in delight as the kernels of corn scrubbed back and forth over his cock. I drug it up the shaft and rolled it over the sensitive head and then down under his balls. After just a few strokes of the kernels on his cock, he began to moan louder and claw at his thighs with his hands. His thick white cum began to squirt out in hot, heavy, thick jets. I pulled the cob directly into his line of fire and coated it with his cum, making sure that I got every last drop from his heavy sac as if it were hot butter melting over those golden, sweet kernels. His eyes were closed tightly and I waited for his convulsing to stop before I shoved the cum coated cob into my mouth and down my throat, inching my lips down the ear of corn to get every last drop of his cum that was running down onto my closed fist. 

Larry opened his eyes and they bulged with delight as he watched me lick his cream off the ear of corn. I licked his entire load from the cob before tossing it aside and licking the few stray drops of cum from the head of his cock. Larry was hard once again, but this time decided that his cock would replace the corn that had worked my cunt loose just moments earlier. He plunged his fattened meat deep into my hole and fucked my cum slicked cunt hard and fast. I couldn't help but to look over at the ear of corn that lay next to me and get excited over how those rough kernels had dragged through my cunt only moments earlier, giving me such a new and unexpected pleasure. I never thought that an ear of corn could be such a good fuck. Larry fucked me hard and fast until another load of cum was ready to wash over me. He pulled his cock from my hole in the nick of time as the first squirt of his cream splashed onto my naked chest. I rubbed his cream into my skin like lotion and waited for the last of his spasms to cease. I wanted so desperately to grab the ear of corn and roll it around in his cum like you would butter on a plate. 

Larry and I finished a wonderful afternoon in the cornfield, and Larry brought an ear of corn into the bedroom for later and repeated the day's events over and over again. Larry and I have since used corn and other homegrown vegetables our sexual adventures when they're in season. Our sex life is more awesome each time we do something new with vegetables. Needless to say, corn is my favorite vegetable these days, because it has opened my eyes to a new way of enjoying my sexuality with a very special man. 



The Corn Queen



Adultery can occur for many reasons; some of them are unforgivable. This is an attempt to explain a cause that most would not even consider. I refer to religious or other forms of superstition. 

You must remember some religions are stricter in their enforcement of moral behaviors. Their standards are higher and more rigidly enforced in these groups. The thought patterns are most certainly outdated in relation to many of our modern beliefs. I have tried to represent the ways of persons of strict Anabaptist upbringing.

Many of the actions taken in this story are representative of the thought patterns and behaviors of people within the Anabaptist religions. There are multiple locations where these believers reside, I happen to live within one of them and have some interaction with these gentle people. 

There is no group called The Children of Our God to the best of my knowledge. None of the people presented in this story are real.

Keep an open mind and be kind with your comments. Insults will be removed and stupidity will be exploited for everyone's entertainment.

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We are The Children of Our God. We are Christians. If you see us in public you might easily confuse us with the Amish or Mennonites. We dress in a plain, similar fashion and shun many worldly ways; though not quite to the extent of our previously mentioned brethren. The biggest difference is that we are from Scandinavia, not from Germany. The roads we traveled in life to get to this point in our existence have run parallel to theirs for centuries. 

We both were outcasts in our native lands, held as slaves by cruel landowners and subjected to religious prosecution at the hands of many peoples. 

This was all before we chose to relocate a few centuries ago to what was then called The New World; America. We have lived since then in peace and prosperity in an almost hidden existence. When we venture forth into your world we are looked upon as a sect of one of the more well known religions mentioned above. We have no problem with this confusion, as it allows us to live amongst the rest of the world with little interference from the outside. Of those who decided to remain in the old country, many were killed in the Holocaust along with the Jews and Gypsies. 

An obvious way of telling us from the others is that we have no one named Glick, Yoder, Stoltzfus or any of their unique last names. There are a few overlaps such as my last name of King, but for the most we are Andersun, Jacobson, Isaacson and so forth. 

Now that you know a little about our past I can tell you about my life in more detail.

Allow me to introduce myself; I am John King. My father is Jacob King and my mother was Katherine Isaacson, now King. I have 6 brothers and 7 sisters; their names are not important to this story so I will not list them here. As many of our kind are; my family members are all tall, blond, blue eyed and intelligent, inquisitive people. I might not be the most handsome man; but I am nowhere near ugly, very few of our people are. 

To the outside world many of us look the same.

I have completed the equivalent of your 12th grade in school. We do it in 8 years instead. The educational requirements to move with the rest of our world are as strict as in your world. We do not graduate as you do; when we complete our schooling we are simply presented to the congregation as Men and Women. This is as opposed to being boys or girls before being presented.

As Men and Women we then train for our chosen vocation for 2 or 3 years. Then we marry and get on with life. 

I have known the love of my life since my second year in school. Rebekah has always been the most beautiful person in the world to me. I could tell immediately that that she felt the same about me. People said we were joined at the hip, wherever one of us was the other was always nearby. Only one person ever challenged our love for each other. There was one boy, early on, that was interested in my Rebekah but she set the record straight with him and he moved on right quickly. It was known almost from the beginning that we were meant to be together forever.

My father ran a store, he sold general merchandise. We tried to sell a good product at a reasonable price. Our family always worked in the store doing anything required to keep it running. We lived very well, but as is the custom we never flaunted it. Vanity and pride are forbidden. When called upon we always donated to the fullest measure required of us and quietly covered the amounts not given by those who were not as fortunate as us.

I loved to be outside and chose to be a farmer instead of working in the store. I was the second son and would not have inherited it upon the death of our father. As such I sought a better, more independent life in another occupation.

I was lucky to be apprenticed to Rebekah's father. I moved to their farm and learned everything I could. Rebekah learned how to be a homemaker from her mother and maternal grandmother. Once again we were never too far apart.

There is one tradition that the Elders of our community seem to wish to continue. I think it is archaic, backward and demeaning to the young ladies involved. This tradition is commonly referred to as being the Corn Queen. It is officially known in the community as The Queen of the Grains. Many years ago it started when a younger maiden was chosen to give her virginity for the betterment of the community. The thought was that by doing so we would be guaranteed to have a bountiful harvest. I was not happy that she participated the last year, but had no control over her actions at that time since we were not married.

Years ago young virgin ladies from the age of 15 to 18 years competed for the honor; it is not so much of a competition as a time of preparation and a lottery. The authorities stepped in and made them raise the age limit to 18 and above. The Elders chose to only allow those 18 and 19 years of age at the ceremony. Without the increase in age there would be charges pressed by the police.

You already know about my opinion on the matter; some of the Elders thought it was a cute idea worth holding on to. I think it was because they had a chance to have sex with a beautiful, young female with the blessings of the entire community. I say a chance because the male in the event, called The Attendant, was also chosen by lottery from among the 25 eldest men in the community. There were some who declined the chance; they were replaced by the next Elder in line until there were 25. Any time other than the Corn Queen, sex outside of marriage was strictly frowned upon.

The girl who was chosen to be Corn Queen was brought into the sanctuary through a closed tunnel and placed on the area behind the altar that was to be used for the sacrifice. She would not be known until the act of installation was completed. The Attendant was expected to take the Queen's virginity in the middle of a special service on the 15th of March at precisely noon. He was required to do it quickly and with little regard for the feelings or comfort of the new Queen. Within a minute of the sounding of a special bell he was expected to make penetration withdraw and wipe the blood from his genitals with a white cloth and hang the cloth over the top of the screen used to block our sight of the proceedings. This was done to show her virgin blood. After that he would continue to have sex with her until he shot into her. 

Sexing the Queen, as it was called, was a one time event. The girl wore only a simple white cotton dress. She lay down with it still on. The back of the dress was under her, with the front pulled up to expose her. Afterward the back was used to clean the excess fluids off of her in a way that it would show to all who saw her throughout the rest of that day. Upon completion, prayers and singing were offered as praise to our God for her sacrifice. 

All of the Elders and Candidates for Queen were kept in separate rooms, with solid wood doors, so no one would know who was chosen. Slips were pulled and only the 2 doors were unlocked. The cloth used to proclaim her loss of virginity was placed over her face prior to the act and neither participant knew who was involved until the cloth was removed after the initial penetration. The Queen was forbidden to expose her Attendant. It was believed that if she did severe consequences would fall upon the community. As stated before the sex act was only allowed once.

After her installation she presided, with prayers and blessings, over the planting and harvest activities until October 15th and was then returned to her family.

Many, but not all, considered it a high honor to be selected. The down side to being selected was that a few of those who served never married due to their lack of virginity or their fear that all sex was done in the same violent way. Many never fully got over the pain and violence of the initial act.

Rebekah and I finished school at the age of 15. I immediately apprenticed with her father to learn the ways of farming. She learned how to be an excellent homemaker. We were married at 18 ½ years of age and lived in her father's house while ours was built on the farm we bought; much of the farm's cost was covered with the wedding gifts from the families and other members of the community. We still owed a little over half of the purchase price, even after our families paid to build the house and outbuildings.

While living in her father's house we did not have sex since it might have been heard by others. We moved into our new house after the first of the year. At this point it had been 3 months since we pledged our love and lives to each other. 

It is not uncommon to wait for as much as 6 months before consummating the marriage. There are as many reasons as there are newly married couples. 

The annual competition for Corn Queen was to take place in early March. Rebekah would still be in her 19th year and was still a virgin at that point. I soon came to realize that her Grandmother was encouraging her to remain chaste in a final attempt to become Queen in her last opportunity. 

I was dead set against it since we were now married. The act of being installed as Queen stood in direct opposition to our wedding vows to keep ourselves only to each other. 

Grandmother kept feeding her a line of nonsense about how it would be one way to assure our farm would always be prosperous. 

I walked into the house one day and heard Grandmother mumbling about how she wished that her husband might be chosen to deflower Rebekah; just like her Grandfather had done to her. I quickly and silently backed out of the room before I was discovered and made a noisy reentrance to the house. She had the most evil grin on her face as she saw me pass the room.

Rebekah and I fought over this subject for over 2 months. It boiled down to the fact that I would not allow her to participate in this debauchery and she said I could not stop her since she fit the description of those eligible. 

We had been sleeping in the same bed since the wedding. One day I moved 2 very small beds into our bedroom and fastened them to the floor so she could not move them together. The first night apart she was so angry with me that she went to her new bed willingly. In the middle of the night I awoke to hear her crying; every night after that she cried for much of the night about being apart.

I told her she only had to remove herself from the competition and I would replace the bed with our own. She never said anything and never did.

The Sunday before March 15th all of the girls who were to compete were called from the sanctuary just before the end of services and taken to the preparation area for instruction. They were to remain there until after services on the 15th.

At my request, my father called for a meeting of the elders so I could present my complaint with them. Rebekah's family and mine were excluded from being in attendance so they could not pressure the others to vote one way or the other. I was asked to present my side of the argument and answered many of their questions. I was then removed from the area and told to stay until I was recalled. The Council Chamber was separated from the rest of the community by a great distance to allow the Elders to discuss their issues in complete privacy. What was said inside was not to be repeated to anyone outside that room. If the rule was broken the offending party was removed from the council and shunned for life.

After 4 hours I was recalled to the room and told that it was agreed by the majority that my argument was valid and Rebekah would be released for her obligation to compete. It was still her decision to do so.

I told them I felt that any form of sex with anyone other than me was in opposition to our vows when we married. They had discussed that issue and informed me I could divorce her if she chose to continue with her quest to be Queen. 

I presented a set of notes to the Elders that contained what I needed to say to her. I was asked to step outside and a straight up or down vote was held. They accepted my words as written; by a majority.

A special service was planned for early the next morning. After the opening ceremonies and prayers for a satisfactory conclusion to the issue at hand I was motioned forward. All of the candidates were seated in a room off to the side of the sanctuary. Louvered doors separated them from the rest of the community. There was no visual contact, but you could hear from one room to the other.

I rang the ceremonial bell and called out; "Rebekah King, in accordance with our customs I call you forth." 

She presented herself, dressed in the simple white garments of a potential Queen of the Grain.

"The Council of Elders has met and determined that you are to be allowed to withdraw from the selection process for becoming this years Queen of the Grains. There will be no shame attached to your removing yourself from the list of contestants.

You are to return to me by this midnight in chaste condition, dressed in white. You must present yourself to me for consummation of our marriage. If you do this; on the first Sabbath of the next month we will restate our vows of love for each other in front of the gathered congregation.

If you choose to go forth in preparation for the position as Queen of the Grains, you will be removed from my house and returned to your Father's. All we have been given in celebration of our love will remain in my possession if you are thus removed. Further; since you are married you will be branded as an adulterer in the eyes of the Council of Elders and forever forbidden to remarry within the community.

If you decide to not present yourself to me and to go forth with the selection process, and are chosen, you will be cast out as a member of the community and forced to spend your days as a beast of burden. This will be done after your term as the Queen of the Grains. You will live in your father's barn, as would an animal, until such time as God sees fit to end your Earthly existence.

These are the established punishments for adultery in our community.

If the taker of your virginity is a blood relative with less than 3 generations of removal they will also be cast out of the community to serve the same fate.

If you are not chosen as Queen of the Grains you will still be called before the council for them to decide your punishment for disobedience.

Having stated the will and decree of The Council; I am hereby forced to state this vow as is our custom. 

Rebekah King, I hereby divorce you. Rebekah King, I hereby divorce you. Rebekah King, I hereby divorce you. Having stated this publicly we are no longer married unless I rescind the vow.

If you present yourself by midnight I will release you from this vow. 

After this service you may return to your quarters as a Contestant and ponder your choice.

If you choose to continue to be my bride you will call me forth and proclaim in front of all our people your love for me. You will also be prepared to offer your body to me as a declaration of that love."

I turned and stepped off of the podium.

The Lead Elder spoke and proclaimed, "All that John has said is the proclamation of the Elders. Let this be known."

He too removed himself from the podium and the 2 of us began the return to the Council Chambers to pray for further guidance and the correct decision on the part of my Rebekah.

As I turned to leave the sanctuary I glanced to the side and saw Rebekah still standing there. Tears were streaming down her face. Just as I left the building I heard the bell ring out and heard her voice softly calling "John King, in accordance with our customs and in response to the declaration by you and the Elders I call you forth."

The Elder and I returned to the sanctuary and walked up to the front, then we stopped and he prayed "Heavenly Father, we ask that all of the words spoken here are those of wisdom and kindness. Amen."

Rebekah spoke "Husband, John, I ask your forgiveness and hereby express my love for only you. I have sought counsel for the last few days and realize that your requests of me were good, true and proper. They are only the request of a man who would truly love his wife. I am still chaste. I wish to return to our home and continue our marriage as a true and loving wife. I wish to consummate our vows at the earliest opportunity. I now know that the advice I was given by a trusted party was impure and improper. Most importantly I ask, no I beg, for your forgiveness and for the same from the community for the wasting of their time due to my foolishness. You are my husband and I know you will always look out for my and our future family's best interests. Please rescind the vow of divorce so I can follow you to our home."

I responded "I forgive you for your actions. I pray that you will seek different council from this time forth. I can not allow you to follow me home on this day."

There was a huge gasp from the congregation and I saw the tears start to flow down her cheeks.

"No, I can not allow you to follow me home; we shall join as one. I request that you accompany me to our home hand in hand in a true expression of our love for each other. I rescind my vow of divorce with the understanding that we will discuss certain behaviors which are offensive to our family and the community at a later date. Further, I ask the Elders to meet and decide upon a punishment for your actions that will be of benefit to the community."

"Husband, John, thank you for your forgiveness and understanding; I will gladly walk as one with you to our home."

"I hereby proclaim my love for Rebekah, that she and I will grow as one and I request that plans be made to restate our wedding vows at services on the first Sunday of the next month."

The Elder smiled in agreement and said "Let us be silent in prayer."

After a minute he said "Amen." There was a short pause and he spoke "May John and Rebekah go forth in love for each other. May that love grow each day and their house be strong. Lord, grant John the wisdom to be a good and true husband, father and leader in the community. May the same be granted to all the families in our community and throughout the world. Amen."

We went home and together we replaced the smaller beds with our own. We did our work for the rest of the day. After supper and evening prayers we adjourned to bed. We were slow and tentative, reveling in all the new sensations and discovering what it was that the other liked and taking the time to be sure the other was satisfied.

As we were drifting off to sleep I heard her softly sigh "I wish I had known how it would be. We would have done this sooner."

She woke me in the middle of the night and we did it all over again, discovering more wonderful things.




The Corn Queen



Our first was born a few weeks before Christmas; the second was born 20 minutes later. What a joyous gift with which to celebrate the season.

We have turned the farm over to the twin boys, they are married and have expanded the house to include both families and Rebekah and myself. 

We have given beyond what was expected of us and have received many times back in return. 

Our God has blessed us with 14 children, 5 grandchildren so far and a prosperous life. Our love grows each day.

Rebekah's punishment was to work 6 months for 5 hours a day at the school helping the lesser skilled children to understand their lessons. She still does it to this day.



The Corner



My wife and I have been married for going on 8 years now. We've had a great time together, and everyday we are looking to spice things up. My wife is 32, about 5'6, almost 200 lbs, and huge tits. She is very proportional and carries her weight very well. One night lying in bed she asked me about some of my fantasies. Mine were the pretty simple, 3some, in the bed of my truck, and other stupid ones. I asked about hers and that's when things got interesting. She told me that she always wanted to be gang banged by a group of strangers, try a glory hole, and see what it's like to be a hooker. The last one really got me to thinking, and got me all roweled up. we fucked so hard after that.

A few weeks later she came home after a day of shopping and told me she had a surprise for me. She went and bought a few sexy lingerie outfits. She told me she wanted to role play being a hooker. The first few times were me going upstairs and waiting for a bit, calling her up and she'd come up and we'd fuck like rabbits. After doing this 3 or 4 times she wanted to get more into it. One Saturday she left a note on the table saying to call her at 6 and make a request for her. I called and she told me she'd be there around 7. When she got home we fucked for about 30 minutes when she stopped. She told me it was another $50 for 30 minutes. I agreed and we finished. She made me give her $100 and she left. She got back home around 11. I asked where she went. She told me she went to a rest area and changed. After she left she went back and changed into her normal clothes. She told me when she first came out that a few guys saw her and were staring at her. Man was it hot hearing that!

About 2 weeks later on a Friday night after work we were sitting around the house trying to figure out a way to entertain ourselves. She then made a request that blew my mind. She said she wanted to change into her whore clothes and go to a rundown area of town where hookers are known to be. She wanted to park her car somewhere and stand on a corner. I'd leave 30 minutes after her and go pick her up. The problem was she wouldn't tell me where she was and she wouldn't have her phone for me to get a hold of her. I told her that was risky and decided to have her keep her phone just in case. She then went upstairs to change.

About 20 minutes later she told me to go into the kitchen and wait, I did what she asked. I then heard her yell "I love you, leave in a half hour!" And she slipped out the door. I looked at the clock 8:23, now to wait. I was thinking to myself that she would chicken out and be home before I even left. All sorts of scenarios ran through my head.

Nine o'clock rolled around and I still hadn't left the kitchen. I decided to leave and call her on my way into town. I called her 4 times and she never picked up. Finally my phone light up as I was coming up to the area. "Sorry hun, workin rght now gona have to mke a date sum other tyme ;)" was what I read. I pulled up to the area where streetwalkers are known to be and started looking for my wife. I drove around for about 15 minutes before I made a turn that had 3 stop signs before a dead end. on the 2 corner I could see a woman, undoubtedly it was my wife. I pulled up slowly and sure enough it was her.

She was wearing clothes I had never seen before. A very tight skirt that was almost too short, a red and black top and a bra that forced her big tits out of the top, fuck me boots, too much make-up, and a lot of jewelry. She looked like a real hooker! I couldn't believe what I saw! I slowly pulled up to her and rolled down my passenger window. 

"Hey baby how much you charging tonight?"

She smiled and said "why don't you drive around and park up at the top of the hill. I had one guy stop already, you might enjoy what you see." I smiled and pulled away. I circled the block and parked just before the 2nd stop sign. I turned off the truck and lights and waited.

About 5 minutes later a car pulled up. My wife walked over to it and leaned into the window. That's when I realized, her skirt was so short that when she bent over, her juicy ass fell out of it! She was in the window for a minute then stood up and walked away as the car drove off. A few minutes later another pulled up and slowed down, but didn't stop. I watched as 3 more cars pulled up, my wife would go talk to them, then walk away and they would drive off. Then I saw her flag me down.

I pulled up and asked if she was ready. She told me no, then held her hand out, I opened mine and she dropped her wedding in my hand! She said a couple of the guys questioned her about it, and real whores don't wear wedding rings. Then she asked if I was OK with that. I was hesitant but said yes cuz watching these guys come up to her was really hot. She saw the bulge in my pants and smiled. I pulled away just as another car was pulling up. I rounded the corner and went to head back to the top of the hill. When I made the final turn I was surprised to see my wife not there! I thought maybe the cops had driven by and she went and hid in the alley. I waited for about 10 minutes but she never showed up. I decided to drive around the block again to kill some time. i stopped in this quick stop, which was shady as hell, and got a drink. I killed my lights before taking the last turn before the first stop sign at the top of the hill. When I stopped I saw my wife standing next to a car. Phew! I was relieved to see her! There was another car parked behind them.

My wife walked away from the first car and to the 2nd, and leaned down to talk to the driver. I saw her reach into her top and pull out her huge tits, then turn around and wiggle her tight ass. She then looked around and did the unthinkable, she got in the car and they drove away! I couldn't believe it! What was my wife doing!?

After about 30 minutes, I saw a car come around the corner after the 2nd stop sign and pull up to where my wife was. She got out of the car, fixed her clothes and walked away. I saw her walking down the street so I decided to pull up. When I got to her she smiled and asked if I wanted a good night. I asked what she was charging. $50 for a blow job, $200 for everything, and $75 for anal. Anal? We've never done anal before! I pulled out a $100 bill and asked if that was in her price range. she scoffed and said "yeah but that's only going to get you a half hour." 

Deal, she got in the truck and I pulled away. She told me when to turn and soon we were in some alley. I asked her if she was having fun tonight. Not leaving character she told me I was about to have fun because she's worth every penny. We got into the bed of the truck. She asked if I had rubbers, we don't usually use them so I never carry any. She told me she can't have her clients cumming in her and making it sloppy for the next guy so I had to pull out. I got her on all 4 and got behind her. She was looser then I had ever felt her! I asked why was that, she looked back, smiled, and told me I'd find out later at home.

I came quick but was pissed she actually made me pull out. I blew all over her ass so she grabbed some napkins from the glove box and cleaned herself up. She told me to go home and she'd be home in the next hour or so. I left her on the corner at 12:47. She finally came in around 2:30 and was a hot mess. I asked what happened and with a smile on her face she said "prepare for the best hand job of your life!" I sat on the couch and she slowly went to work on me and gave me all the details.

Right after she got there, she was on the corner for about 5 minutes when the first guy pulled up. He just wanted a blow job, so they went into the first alley she blew him. She said he was about mid 50's with a thick 6 inch cock. She said that it was hard opening her mouth for it, but she managed. She sucked him hard and within 5 minutes he was cumming in her mouth. I groaned as she told me this. She never even swallows my cum but she swallowed a complete strangers for cash! When he dropped her off, another car pulled up. Same thing, just a blow job. She took him into the same alley to blow him. She said he was younger, maybe late 20's and had a 7 in uncut dick. She said it didn't taste too good, like he hadn't showered in days. She said he was very dominant and shoved her head down on his dick. She gagged a lot and almost puked once. A car drove by and shined a light in the alley that barely missed the car so she figured they should find another spot. She gave him head until he pulled into the alley where she took me. She said he finally shoved her head all the way down and he blew straight down her throat. He then kicked her out of his car and threw a $50 at her and drove away leaving her in the dark alley alone.

She made it back to the corner just a few minutes before I pulled up. She said she lied and said only one car had pulled up because she was having fun and thought I'd make her stop of I knew what she'd done. The next few cars were nothing, not enough money or didn't like the fact that she was wearing a ring, thats when she flagged me down. She figured she'd have better luck without that rock on her hand. The car that pulled up behind me stopped for her. She said this guy was an older black man maybe 40's but had money. He said it was nice that the business was finally getting big girls that were white. She got in his car and they went to the 2nd alley. She said when they got there he wanted her to strip completely naked so he could admire all of her. She did as he told her, then he told her to lean over the hood of his car. He came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her throat and squeezed. He asked what the fuck she was doing on his corner. 

He said he could kill her and nobody would care and asked who she was working for. She told him everything about her fantasy and he laughed. He said he would let it slide only of she gave him all her money. She complied and he said he always gets to fuck for free. He fucked her hard in her pussy, then made her get down and suck him clean, then he bent her over the hood and forced his big cock up her ass. I almost blew when she told me that so she had to slow down. I asked how bad was it doing anal. She said it wasn't too bad because she had been using toys over the last few months to try it with me. He fucked her in her ass then moved to her pussy where she said he really stretched her out. He then finished by making her blow him and swallow his load. He then took her back to her corner and pulled over. Another car seen them pull over and pulled up to wait for her. The pimp who went by Dame took all her money and gave her his phone number. He said anytime she wanted to live out her fantasy to call him and he'd turn her out for some tricks.

I watched her get into the next car, which I didn't know had 3 teenage guys in it! She said it was an all-out fuck fest with those 3. She went for a half an hour without having one hole open. She said that one of the guys was as big as Dame. About 9 in and super thick. He fucked her pussy so hard while another guy was below her fucking her ass and she blew the last guy. All 3 had condoms on but when the guy in her ass started cumming she said she knew the condom broke because she felt it all inside her. She said that was the best trick of the night, and she wanted to give the guys her phone number just in case they wanted to do that again. She told me she wanted to feel all of them cum in her but didn't want me to suspect anything. I told her I saw her get in that car and she smiled. She said that I would've followed them if I didn't want her to do anything. The guys told her to be back the next night and they'd bring more money so they could fuck her longer. I was on the edge of blowing now so she knew she had to finish soon.

After I dropped her off, she called Dame to give him the rest of her earnings. He met her out at her corner and took everything. There was another guy in the car and Dame said that he also gets to fuck for free. So they both got out of the car and started fucking my wife right there on the street! She said it was the best thing ever being a whore for 2 BBC at once! I told her I was about to cum and she took me into her mouth and swallowed every drop I let loose. She then looked up at me and smiled and said "so what do you want to do tomorrow? You can do anything you want, because I'm going to be working all night. Dame said I could make him so much money because guys want bbw's and he now has one who loves to fuck. I had so much fun and if it's OK with you, I want to do it more often"

That was last summer, now for 2 weekends every month my wife goes and works for Dame. He and I are good friends now and he gives me part of everything he makes. He took her out to Dallas last year where she made $5000 in one night because he had he doing a gang bang party. So 2 of my wives fantasies came true. The gloryhole is another story...



The Corner of H & L



Thanks very much to RavenShadow13, who edited this story. 

I have no idea what brought me down there, to the corner of H and L. I never cruised for a hooker before - it's a little to illegal for my taste.

(You know where I'm talking about. Yeah, I know - H and L run parallel through the Warehouse district, but L angles off to follow the tracks and cuts across H right before it turns into MacPherson. Yeah - the red light district. Where else do you pick up hookers?)

I certainly didn't mean to pick her up. The other girls were giving her plenty of space, probably because she was a whole fuckload of sexy poured into a frighteningly six-and-a-half-foot-tall statue of dark olive skin and black leather. Hell, seven feet in those heels. That's why tall women don't wear heels.

It was no wonder that the girls were keeping their distance - she was scaring off the johns, scaring off the ones like me. I didn't want to bone a monster; I wanted some cute little thing who could sit on my lap and coo and moan and bite her lip and tell me not to stop, not yet, not yet. I wanted to fuck a girl who made me feel like a man. 

But traffic... and the light turned red... and the car in front of me stopped short, and that's where I was stopping, right in front of her. My window was already down (stupid), but I sure as hell didn't pull over to the curb. She walked out to me.

"Are you here for a good time?" She sounded interested, more than bored. Her dark eyes peered intently at me.

Well, it wasn't the plan, but here she was, leaning into my window. Of course she was showing ample leavage, but strangely, from her navel to her face was the only bare skin on display - the rest was hidden behind black lace, thigh-high leather boots, long gloves and a heavy leather jacket. It was winter, but it doesn't get that cold here, and that getup would take awhile to unwrap. Maybe that was her game. 

While this was turning in my mind, I guess I was staring at that fleshy crease where her breasts nuzzled up together. 

"If you think window shopping's fun, come into my store, baby."

Fair enough. I glanced up to her face. Of course she was attractive with all that makeup - full lips, red-brown like dried blood - brown, almost black, oval-shaped eyes, heavily shadowed and set beneath thick arched brows - a strong aquiline nose, not quite hooked - straight black hair, shining like a shampoo commercial, tied up in the back but falling in the front to frame her round face. Her skin was clear and olive-toned. She carried herself with pride - not stiff, but not slouching like the other girls on the street, even in spite of her height. Think Pretty Woman, if Julia Roberts was a flesh-hungry Egyptian dominatrix giantess, instead of a blushing princess.

"How much?"

"Don't worry about the price, baby - it's a sliding scale. The light's gonna turn soon. Let me in, and we'll talk about what it's gonna cost, okay?"

Bad idea. "Okay."

She had just pulled the door shut when the light turned, and I steered back into traffic.

Even with the seat slid all the back she didn't fit very well, so she turned sideways, leaning against the door and facing me, one thigh-booted knee resting over the parking brake and almost into my lap. I rolled up the windows, and the scent of her musk and a spicy perfume began to fill the car.

"Seatbelt."

"Oh, that's no fun." She put a hand on my shoulder, then slid it down the neck of my shirt, reaching to squeeze my pec. The leather of her glove was buff and soft, not patent, and - damn! - it felt so sensual. I wanted her to touch my face, fondle my ear, play with the hair on the back of my neck. Instead she slipped her hand out of my shirt and roamed down my chest from the outside, past my ribs, my stomach. While I kept both hands on the wheel, she pushed her fingers between my thighs, forcing them apart, and began massaging the lump of my cock. It was already hard and aching, of course, or I wouldn't have been here on L street, so it was easy for her to get ahold of, to maneuver up inside my trousers, to begin pumping. I shifted and squirmed in the seat at the stimulation, and to give her room to operate. "Beside," she continued, "if John Law stopped us, he wouldn't care about my seatbelt."

"Uhh-h-h..." My voice faltered as the blood in my veins became confused, unable to decide which head to service, up or down. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and tried to concentrate. "Where to? Do you have some place... or is there a secluded parking lot?"

"Well, if you just want to go to a parking lot, the only thing I'll have room for is to suck you off. It will be the best damned blowjob you'll ever have in your entire life - I'm an expert." Her pale pink tongue slipped out between her dark lips and traced their shape, leaving them shiny and slick. "But you'll be whining that you didn't ask for more. And it will cost you a thousand."

"A thousand dollars?" My eyes went wide as I stared over at her. But those lips - she wet them with her tongue again, then pouted invitingly. Maybe... No!

"It's a damn good blowjob. I promise you'd be back here looking for me within a month, willing to pay double."

But it still couldn't be worth that much. "A thousand dollars for a blowjob! I thought you said it was a sliding scale."

"Then keep driving, and take me to your place. We can skip the hazard pay, and do a lot more. Hell, make it a good time for me, too, and I may drop the monetary fee."

We stopped at another light, so I turned to eye her carefully. "'Drop the monetary fee?' What, is this some kind of robbery thing? Your pimp follows us and breaks in when you've got me all tied up?"

"Is that what you want it to be?" She tapped a finger against her chin. "I could make it happen... Well, if you don't feel safe in your own place, take me somewhere nice. And I mean nice - Ritz nice, not Best Western nice. Some place classy."

"We can do my place. It's not far. And it's clean. So it won't cost a thousand?"

"I can think of things to do to you that would be worth ten thousand. Or it could cost you no money at all. I'm not hung up on cash." She had pulled down the visor on her side and was checking her makeup in the vanity mirror. She angled it a bit further down and eyed her breasts, shifting the bodice of her dress to plump them and enhance her cleavage.

"What kind of a trick is this?" I'm sure there was some accusation in my voice. "What kind of hooker doesn't care about money?"

"I'm not your regular working girl, baby." Satisfied with her appearance, she turned again to face me. She was right - there was nothing regular about her. "I've got all the money I need. This is my hobby - I'm sort of a raving nymphomaniac, you see." She rolled those words in her throat in an especially sexy way.

"Then why are you charging me a thousand for a blowjob?" I turned my head to her as we reached an open part of the road.

"Because, baby - it has to cost you something. I need to know how much it's worth to you when I fuck your brains out - that's what I get out of it. If I let every guy I came across ball me, I'd be Paris Hilton - I think one of her is plenty, no?"

"Aren't you worried about getting a disease, or getting hurt? What if I was a fucking psycho?"

"Do you have a disease? Are you planning to hurt me? Do I need to tell you I have people on speed dial that could make you disappear forever, in a very painful way?"

I remained silent.

"Well? You brought it up - now you have to satisfy my worry."

"No, no diseases. And I don't think I could hurt you."

"Damn right. I look like a kick-ass bitch because I am. Good. I'm glad we got that out of the way. How much further is it?"

"Just up ahead."

I locked the deadbolt behind us and hid the key under a magazine, just in case - that pimp-breaking-in scenario still worried me, and I wanted to make sure it took her a little longer to let in the guy who was going to slip me the shiv. 

She stood in the center of the room, hands on her hips, and turned a circle to survey. "Homey."

Right. My loft ran three thousand a month unfurnished, and had a full wall of windows opening out over the river.

"You do keep it clean. No need for a tour, though. I'll give you five minutes to go into your bedroom and make it ready for me, and then I'm coming in. Don't undress yourself. I do that. And point me to a mirror."

I showed her to the bathroom, and for the first time, I really got a chance to see the whole of her. Mostly, she was huge. She ducked under doorways. My eye-level to her was ... well ... right to her cleavage. Her cleavage which loomed out toward me as we spoke, less than a foot away. That one tall 'V' of smooth, fresh, olive skin - that quivering crevice of flesh - hovered so invitingly in front of me; the curved shadows where her breasts nestled together begged to be touched, to be kissed. She obviously enjoyed that I stared; she rolled her shoulders back, let her breasts heave as she breathed and spoke, and kept them close to me, close enough that I could smell her skin, close enough that I would have to crane my neck to look into her face. But we didn't touch.

She turned away from me, toward the bathroom, and my eyes were torn away to flick over the rest of her body. She had a good figure: broad-shouldered, but not stocky - voluptuous, instead. Her hips curved away from the small of her back and blossomed into a full, round bottom, which nearly peeked out from the bottom of a very short black leather dress. Her thighs were thick, almost chubby, but poured into a pair of curve-forming stockings - probably pantyhose, actually, as short as her skirt was. Her legs disappeared a few inches above the knees into those leather boots with the heels - not stiletto heels, but thick dancer heels that gave her the extra six inches. That she was so smooth and casual in the heels, despite being so tall, was mildly amazing.

Over the dress, over her shoulders, she wore that black jacket with rolled-up sleeves that just covered the tops of the gloves, only occasionally allowing glimpses of the lace bodystocking (so it was a catsuit, not pantyhose) beneath. 

The door to the bathroom shut, and, freed from the slavery of staring at her, I hurried to my own bedroom.

Five minutes was enough to pull the blinds, to pull the sheets straight and kick a few odd things under the bed, to find those candles from last New Year's and light a few of them in strategic places around the room, to turn off the overhead light. Oh - I saw my deodorant and gave myself a few quick spurts, then gave the room a long one just for good measure. I probably still had a minute or so, so I glanced around and-

Her gloves tugged up my undershirt and slipped beneath to grip the small of my back. I stood still as stone. I hadn't heard her come in, but now I heard her breath in my ear, on the back of my neck. It was warm. Her hands slid up the muscles on either side of my spine, up to my shoulders, lifting the shirt as they went. The gloves were surprisingly warm, too, and soft, so soft, like the skin inside a woman's thigh. I shuddered beneath her touch.

She reached around in front of me to untuck my shirts, and her hand pushed deeper, into my trousers but not my shorts, to find the bulge there and massage it back to attention. She had to lean down to do it, against my bare back, and I felt a collage of materials - the slick, sticky leather of her jacket, the dull press of her bodice, the slightly silky, slightly scratchy rub of nylon and lace, but most of all, the heat of her bare flesh against mine. I hadn't thought my back was sensitive as to feel the curves of her breasts.

Her cheek pressed against the side of my head, above my ear, and I could hear her mouth moving less than an inch away, hear each hot breath, the slick of saliva as she wet her lips or swallowed. She said nothing while she rolled her fingers and thumb around my shaft and slowly stroked up and down.

Once I was hard, her hands slid out of my trousers and up my stomach, pulling up the front of the shirt as well.

With my arms raised over my head, the shirt and undershirt binding as they wound over the tops of my arms, my head caught in the swaddle, she stopped lifting and turned me around.

"This is enough bondage for you, I think. No handcuffs or whips, eh?" She ran light fingers down the small wings of my lats, then back up over my chest, stopping only for a brief squeeze, then folded her hands behind my neck.

I was struggling with my shirt - my jaw, even the bottom of my nose was free, but the collar was hooked on my ears and I couldn't see anything but white cotton and straight down, to the candle-lit curves of her legs and my own stomach.

Then her arms slid further around, tighter, and she pulled me to her, between her breasts, into the crevice between them made deeper and firmer by her squeezing arms. Her hand slid up through the collar to catch the back of my head and fold me into place. She rolled her shoulders forward and rubbed against me, up and down and ever firmer, overwhelming me with sensations of her flesh until I was caught so tight that I was beginning to smother.

"Kiss me," she murmured, and I did, greedily, closing my lips over whatever skin she offered. She guided me with the hand at the back of my neck, willing me to trace along the outline of each curve, to flick my tongue against the crease where her soft skin folded. Then she was angling her ribs, moving the cup of her bodice against my nose, urging me toward the areola now just hidden beneath the leather. She didn't help by freeing herself from the cup, so I struggled, like a calf trying to suckle, and succeeded finally in slipping my tongue between her breast and the bodice to just flick at her nipple. She sucked in a quick breath, then pulled her arms free and pushed me away. I fell backward, onto the bed.

My head popped free when I bounced on the mattress, and I looked up to see her towering over me, smiling. She was tucking her breast back into the bodice of her dress and re-fluffing her cleavage.

"Well!" she announced as she straightened her dress and tugged up the tops of her boots. I might have been half-naked, but she still wore everything, even her jacket. I wanted to see more. "You've wanted that for the last half-hour, haven't you? I could have charged you a couple hundred just for that, and I think you would have paid. But don't worry;" she cut off any protest I might have been about to make. "That was a free sample."

She crouched down at the end of the bed, keeping her eyes on mine, and caught each of my legs by the ankle. "Now we come to the real fucking deal, baby. Now we talk about supply and demand - service and payment. Now that you have a real sense for what kind of services I can offer." She loosened the laces on one of my shoes, then tugged it off and tossed it to the side. She began on the other. "I think I'm going to give you that blowjob - that thousand dollar job that will give you nightmares for the rest of your life, because it's in your past instead of your future. That's what I'm selling tonight." The other shoe fell, and she rolled down my socks.

"I thought you said-"

"Right. You're not willing to part with a thousand dollars for a defining moment in your life. From the looks of your place, it would take you, what - three days to make it back? Less? Is that I'm not worth a fucking thousand?"

"No. No, of course not. But-"

"Of course not. But don't worry. I told you, I don't need the cash." Both feet were bare, and she was lifting my feet up to her shoulders. Once I was in an 'L' shape, my legs flat against her body, she leaned over to begin on my belt. "We'll make an arrangement, yes? I'll do this for you... And I know you want it; your cock is begging your brain to shut up and let me lick it, kiss it, nibble on that stretch of skin down beneath your balls - oh, your balls! the things I can do to them - then suck your head so hard you'll think I'm going to turn you inside out ...you know you can already feel it - I'll do this for you, in exchange for any one thing of my choice from this room, or any one favor I choose to name." My pants fell to the floor, heavy with the weight of the belt. Only my shorts were left between my cock and the paradise she promised them, and the shorts just barely. Her fingers slipped up my thighs beneath their hem, and she began to trace around my balls with her leather-clad fingertips.

"What thing? What favor?"

She laughed, a throaty affair, and pushed all the way up into my shorts to catch my cock in a tight grip. "Oh, don't worry. Nothing like your checkbook or credit card. I'll find something that's special to you, but isn't expensive. And I wouldn't ask you to kill someone or rob a bank. The favor won't leave your place. Perhaps I'll ask you to give me a bath and massage, or to cook me the best meal I've had. Perhaps I'll ask you to lick my ass for an hour ... but you'd like that, wouldn't you?" She was pumping the shaft, squeezing it between her fingers to keep it hard, to keep it filled with the blood my brain needed to make good decisions. Her glove was surprisingly warm, deliciously warm, like I knew her mouth would be. "You choose, favor or thing. And I choose what it is after I swallow. Whatever it is, it will cost you little, but be worth much."

Her hands pulled away suddenly, and my shorts tore cleanly at the seams, leaving me fully exposed. Slowly, her eyes still locked to mine, she knelt at the foot of the bed and lowered herself to kneel between my legs. She placed her hands inside my thighs and brought her mouth down until her dark lips were just inches from the full-veined shaft of my desperately hopeful cock. Her lips pursed, showing a thin ring of the pink mouth inside, and she blew a soft, warm breath against my head. "What's it going to be? Neither of us can wait too much longer."

"YES! Yes, of course yes!"

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and pulled it upright, and a small clear drop appeared at my tip. So carefully, so gently, her pale tongue extended and felt its way to gather just the drop, and touch nothing else.

I quivered as she swallowed and smiled wickedly.

"I want to make sure you understand this is a contract, even if it's verbal. Once you cum, I'm holding you to it, no matter what you say. Do you agree?"

"Yes, yes. Damnit! Please!"

Her lips parted and descended over me, and my back arched.

Her mouth was wet, so wet with saliva, and unbelievably warm. I ached to thrust deeper, and my pelvis wrenched, but she held me down with her hand so she could control the pace. She didn't start by sucking, she just kept a seal with her lips and rolled her jaw so I slipped between the slickness of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, and her tongue. God, her tongue! It was so flexible and strong, and she moved it as dexterously as a finger; she didn't rub or press with it - she cradled me and squeezed me to the roof of her mouth.

I don't usually make noise when I'm having sex, but I know I was groaning and gasping. My hands writhed, wrapped in the confines of my shirt sleeves, and reached for the bed rest to grab. I was too far down the bed, so I settled with gripping the duvet.

She had pushed me out of her mouth and was now basting me with her lips, lubricating me from base to tip with long, wet swipes of her tongue. Her tongue was incredibly long, long enough to wrap halfway around my shaft and hold me in the open curve of her lips, and she slid up and down that way over and over again, until I was dripping. Her mouth and tongue never went dry; her saliva continued to flow until it began to pool around the base of my cock and in the crater between my balls. Before it could drip further, she lapped it up, then moved further down to suck each ball in between her lips and tug at it with her tongue.




The Corner of H & L



Between the spasms of pleasure that clenched shut my eyes and made me throw back my head, I caught glimpse of her. She watched me too, some of the time, the black circles in white almonds in the deep silk sheets of black eye shadow and liner fixing on my face, but mostly she gazed intently at my cock, like it was a prize she was trying to win. Beyond her lips - her dark lips that never stopped kissing, teasing, sucking - her breasts heaved against the edge of the bed.

"Move up," she said, between breaths, between a nip inside my thigh and dive down the shaft that brought her lips almost all the way to the base. I felt her tongue pulling, pulling, and her throat circling around my head as she swallowed.

She pulled away and I shifted further up the bed; her hands under my bare ass helped scoot me along. The fabric that had been my shorts flew off into a corner. Once I had the bars of my headboard firmly in hand, she crawled up after me, on all fours like a cat, and prowled up my thighs to attack my cock again with her tongue. With her head and shoulders down, pressed to my pelvis, her bottom waggled tantalizingly in the air. The leather dress had rolled up to her hips, and I saw the partial eclipse of her lace-sheathed cheeks behind the hem. One of her hands reached up absently to tug the dress back down.

Then I saw no more, because she was swallowing my cock, and sucking so hard, so intently, I thought she might dissolve and draw out my innards like a spider. The world shrunk in on me; my vision tunneled. Her mouth was warmer and wetter than any of my fantasies of a pussy, and I never felt her teeth.

She swallowed again and her whole mouth constricted, her tongue squeezing, and I exploded. I arched and my legs went rigid and I came and came, pumping twenty or more times, issuing my vitality. She had retreated to my head but never lost her seal; her tongue and lips were squeezing and sucking for every drop I could produce, and demanding more; her hands had slid under my ass and were squeezing as though for juice. I cried out, suddenly hoarse, at the last dry spasm before I went limp.

She didn't give up immediately; she continued to roll her tongue around my head, and brought up a hand to milk the shaft. I spasmed again - an aftershock, really - and only then she released my cock to swallow finally and breath out. She went back to lapping gently and kissing as my penis slowly shrunk back against my body and went to a very satisfied sleep.

I wanted to do the same. But she climbed up next to me and sat beside me in the bed, cross-legged. I took a long, deep breath, and the scent of her musk and perfume filled my nose and mouth.

"Would you say that's the best damned blowjob you've ever had?" She used a finger to wipe at the corner of her mouth. Amazingly, she still had on the same, thick makeup - her lips were as dark and red as ever, and barely smeared.

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Yes, it was."

"And would you say that's the best damned blowjob you'll ever have - it's the blowjob you'll be comparing every other one to for the rest of your life?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then I've completed my part of the contract."

I sat up and peered at her. She stared back, and in the flickering candlelight of the room, her eyes looked ominous. Under the shadow of her black hair and black jacket and black boots, her eyes seemed too bright, too intent. "What do you want?"

"You said any one thing in the room, or any one favor?"

I nodded warily.

"Well, you're in the room, aren't you? I choose you. You belong to me; you're my slave, now."

"Hah."

Nothing. 

"You're kidding. I don't think..."

"I warned you that it would be something that meant quite a bit to you, didn't I? And you still agreed to the contract. You're bound to it, slave. Unless... would you like to hear the favor instead?"

I nodded slowly again. I'd play along with her game. Wealthy nympho or no, rich bitch with a hitman on speed dial, or street hooker - slavery for a blowjob was too outlandish. Of course it was a joke. Or the prelude to some kind of S&M kink.

"Well, alternatively, you can make me cum, just like I made you. Oh, and don't worry - I'll play fair, and you'll know when I cum."

There it was. "Well, I think I can manage that. Didn't you say you were a nympho?"

She smiled, none too coyly. "That means I always want to cum, not that I do, baby. Don't think you're getting off easy - I require a lot of stimulation."

"What - cock rings and anal beads?"

"No, nothing like that. I just need your undivided attention."

"Well, I think I choose the favor."

"Well..." she mocked me, "I'm glad to hear it, Sugarlips. So here's the fine print - just like I said, the favor has to be in your room. You can take as long as you need to make me scream, but if you walk out that door before I squirt, the favor's off, and I get my thing. That's you, just so you don't forget. Oh, and you have to make me cum. No whipping out toys or tools, or alligator-clipping a car battery to my nipples. I mean old-fashioned loving, and until your little fellow comes around, that means tongue and lips, same as I used on you."

"One orgasm, and you won't cheat."

"I won't argue with more than one, honey, if you can manage it. And I promise you, I'm going to do whatever I can to get off on you. No sandbagging here."

"Okay."

"Alright, then." She slid back on the mattress until she was leaning against the headboard, propped up and cushioned by the half-dozen pillows I'd nearly thrown off in my passion. She lifted the leg closest to me, clearing my head with her boot heel, then set it down on the other side of my shoulder to place me in the 'V' of her legs. My eyes followed her boots higher, past her calves, up to her thighs where they ended, then further up the lacework to where her thighs came together. Beneath the hose, dark as they were, I could just make out a pair of panties. 

She had loosened the cups on the bodice of her dress, and now when she lifted her arms over her head behind her to grab the headboard, her breasts lifted free. "Let's say we take it easy at first, work you up to the task. Why don't you give my tits a little affection? That might get us both started."

I couldn't argue. I rolled on to my stomach, then lifted myself over her, my stomach over her hips, my knees between her thighs, and my mouth above her breast. I gave each nipple an introductory kiss; large as she was, and large as her breasts were, I had to shift position to move from one to the other. I settled down on the left, kissing all around the nipple and beneath her breast, holding the bodice out of the way to kiss the crease where her breast lay over her ribs, and following the curve up to the pit of her arm, and to her collar bone - I've made women squirm that way before.

She wasn't squirming, but she enjoyed it. She watched me intently with those dark, flashing eyes.

Cupping both breasts and squeezing, I suckled the nipple, first flattening my tongue for extra pressure, then flicking it between my teeth.

She sucked in a breath and heaved against me, so I continued with more pressure, squeezing her other breast more tightly. I glanced up to see her biting a lip. Her arms closed around the back of my head, and again she folded me into her cleavage, this time forcing my head to the side so my mouth stayed pressed to her nipple. One of her legs wrapped around mine, and her hips ground against my thigh. This was already going well.

With a pleased sigh, she loosed her grip and slid her hands to the top of my head. She pushed me down, away from her breasts, guiding my face down over her over her dress, past its short hem, down between her thighs. "Alright, honey - I'm ready to start."

"Shouldn't we take off your stocking?"

"Tsk. So hasty - so hungry for pussy. Why don't you start where you are? Suck on my crotch, and you can get used to my taste while I get used to you being down there and giving me friction. Too fast, and I might get excited and snap your neck or something."

So, sliding my shoulders and arms beneath her thighs, I settled between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs. She was hot, balmy hot, and the hose were completely soaked with her sweat and juices. I pulled my face away and it was already moist, but her gloved hand caught the back of my head and pushed me back down. Her thighs spread, then closed on my cheeks, holding me in place. I opened my mouth and sucked in the seam of hose, and quickly realized that what I had smelled before had not been perfume, but only her. The smell was heady, and the taste salty and bitter - not foul, but certainly stronger than I've ever tasted before. I nuzzled in deeper at the urging of her fingers.

For the next few minutes, my tongue lolled over the rounded hill between her thighs, pressing against the fabric or pulling it into my mouth to suck out the flavor, but when I wriggled my hands beneath her bottom for a better grip, she caught me in hers. Her hips turned slow gyrations, grinding down over my trapped nose and lips. She was breathing heavily, but still staring right at me; whenever I looked up, her eyes were locked to mine.

In one quick moment she pushed me back by my forehead and tore a two-finger hole in the crotch of her hose with the fingers of her other hand - very strong fingers, apparently - then caught the back of my head and pulled me back in. Her panties were black satin, and despite the heat from her pussy, from her thighs, the material felt cool on my skin. It, too, was thoroughly soaked, and I began sucking and lapping anew. 

Shortly, though, I had maneuvered the panties to one side and had begun to trace the inner profile of her swollen, hot labia. By now, after ten minutes of sweating in her sauna, I shouldn't have continued to be surprised that her body temperature was so high - certainly feverish. A fleeting thought of fever-causing diseases ran through my mind before she crossed her calves behind my shoulders and squeezed. She was moaning and whimpering, and not infrequently her thighs would suddenly snap shut, squeezing me to her for a minute or so while she ground her pussy down against the bridge of my nose, my lips, my chin - whatever was pressed against her and would provide friction. Just as suddenly she'd release me to breathe, and I'd begin with my tongue again. Still her eyes stayed on mine.

After I'd been at it for fifteen minutes or so - not a long time, I understand, but still one in which I'd like to think I'd made progress - I glanced up and risked a moodkiller: "How are you coming?"

"Not yet," she replied, between heavy breaths. "Not close really, though it feels nice. I need more stimulation. Here - stick your fingers in your mouth, two of them, and get them really well lubricated. Yeah... Twist them around... that's good... Okay, now reach through that hole and stick them in my ass, all the way. Wait - each one first, in and out, then both together."

"Your ass?"

"Yes, quickly! Aggh.. ah, yeah. Yeah. Don't stop licking!" Once I was fitted back between her thighs, she asked, "You've never had a finger in a girl's ass before? What about a cock? Hell, I ... ahh, yeah, yeah ... I thought you were a little more experienced. I bet now you can guess why everyone says it feel so good, huh?"

The sphincter in her ass tightened around my finger, threatening to push me out. The hot, most flesh inside her squeezed around my digits. I pressed back, and now when she gyrated against my face, my finger twisted inside her as well.

"You're a little grossed out still, though, aren't you? You're afraid something might come down while you're up there. I really should have you lick my asshole, just because it freaks you out. Yeah. But concentrate on that clit for right now - it feels good." 

Holding my head for leverage, her hips lifted and bucked against my face. I pressed back against her, doubly-determined now to make her cum "the old fashioned way". I pushed my finger deep inside of her and twisted, twisted while she bucked and groaned and - nothing. That's all - bucking and groaning. I pulled away to wipe a salty sting from my eyes ...with the other hand.

"Isn't that the kind of stimulation you need?"

"Oh, that was nice, but I'm not anywhere near cumming. I told you, this wasn't going to be easy."

"Well, I'm not giving up yet. You probably just need to relax more, to let it flow. I don't know how you could relax wearing all that."

"You're right, baby. Help me with this jacket, and maybe give my back a little rub."

"Yeah, the jacket. Maybe the dress, too, and the boots, if you're going to give me half a chance."

"One thing at a time."

We both sat up, and I knelt behind her to hold the shoulders of her jacket while she slipped out first one arm, then the other, weaving her gloves through the sleeves. Beneath the jacket was her deep cut dress and chestless body stocking and- She bared a shoulder, and it was swollen, lumpy - deformed. So was the other. My hand recoiled of its own accord.

"What's the matter, honey? How about that back rub?" She glanced up over her shoulder, over ... it, and smiled wickedly. "You were the one who suggested it, remember."

"I..."

"Oh... now you're giving up? What do you think slaves do, anyway? More than massages. This is a small price to pay, to turn me on. Now get to rubbing."

So I did. I massaged, first carefully feeling for muscles, probing with my fingers, but that just seemed to annoy her.

"That's not turning me on. Use your hands, baby. Lean into it."

So I kneaded her lumps, pushing, squeezing, while my stomach curdled. I winced as the knots of - flesh? cartilage? bone? rolled beneath her skin, but she stretched her neck and purred.

"That's right..."

She leaned forward and I moved further down her back, but the lumps continued, disappearing down her dress. It took awhile, but eventually the hesitation in my hands disappeared. Eventually I forgot what I was touching; I just knew I just touching her, making her moan, making her muscles flex and roll. And right then she turned on me and tossed me back down to the bed.

"That's good enough. Stick out your tongue, quick!" Her boot flew over my stomach and she plopped down my chest. Again her odor washed over me, and the warmth of her pussy washed into my breastbone. Once my tongue was thrust out, she gripped my temples with her gloves and slid forward to mask the bottom half of my face. "Keep it out until I tell you."

For the next five minutes or hour, I don't know which or where between, her thighs and ass tried to swallow my face whole. I had glimpses of her from beneath, flashes of her grasping and twisting her breasts, biting her lips, sucking her teeth, and grinning down at the helpless look in my eyes. I tried to grab her ass, to hold her against me so I could control our motion, but she shook me off and rode me harder.

Her pussy was flushed and swollen, and dripping and hot - not warm, but hot, like the penetrating heat of a menthol gel. My sweat, her sweat, her juices dripped down my face as she slapped against me, then dropped her weight and ground down in firm, deliberate strokes. She really was dripping, and a wet spot began to form on the sheets beneath my head. Her juices, like her flesh, were hot, and even when the air hit my face, it wasn't cool.

Her moaning, groaning, and bucking were beginning to frustrate me. I might have paid well before tonight to watch her perform like that for an hour, to fuck a man's face so thoroughly, to arch like a pornstar, but, damn! Where was her moneyshot, her orgasm? She kept building, building, building to a peak, to a near-frenzy, but there was never the explosion, never the shudder, never the gasp. She just took a deep breath, lifted herself so I could breathe, and began again.

Finally she lifted herself and didn't come back down again. She slid backward, her ass spreading over my shoulders, while I took a series of long breaths. "Still nothing?" I lifted an arm from under her leg to wipe back the hair plastered to my forehead. She was like a fucking heater, and I was sweating heavily, but you could barely tell in the puddle I was laying in.

"Not yet, baby. It's going to take more than that. No offense, baby, but your little efforts aren't enough to get me really hot. It's gotta cost you something, like I said. I've gotta know just how much you'll sacrifice for my pleasure."

She put a finger to my lips before I could ask what she meant, then unzipped and began tugging off her gloves. With a final tug, the gloves came free and fell to either side of my head. She stretched her fingers wide, and I saw her fingertips glint. At the tips were long, sharp nails - curved, almost hooked like claws. I don't know how she was able to hide them beneath the gloves. "It's going to cost you blood, baby."

"Oh, no... No way."

"You'd rather spend the rest of your life in my service than a few moments in pain? Just a few drops, baby - just a taste." Then she turned, rotating on my chest to face opposite me, and her ass rocked back over my face. It was just as hot as her pussy - hotter even, just as balmy trapped in the cleavage of her cheeks, and she was dripping on my chin. I flicked my tongue against her asshole - she had said it would turn her on - and she rewarded me by pulling her cheeks apart and squirming down further before she laid down across my stomach.

Her mouth closed over the ridge beneath my belly button. She began kissing and licking - her tongue felt like it was fresh from the oven, but even while my cock began to stir, she concentrated on my stomach. She began to grind her hips over me, and then I felt a sharp pain in my side. 

I yelped and twisted, and she clamped down, squeezing and gyrating against me until the pain subsided beneath the heat of her tongue and I unclenched. Then I felt her claws in my flesh again and I writhed against the torment; each time she cut and tore at my skin, her tongue and lips filled the wound while I squirmed beneath her, and once the pain died - and her sadistic stimulation from my struggle with it - she dug in again.

She didn't stop until my stomach was shredded, or felt like it had been. But once she lifted herself from my face, leaving dripping, sticky threads of her juices stretching between her skin and mine, I lifted my head to see nothing more than raised red stripes where she had attacked. She rolled back on the bed, grinning, and wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "Mmm, baby - now you're getting me really hot, but-"

"Not yet?" I fell back, exhausted.

"Not yet," she agreed.

"What? What more can I do? God, tell me!"

"Not God. Goddess. And you can worship me. Get down off the bed. That's right, down on the floor. Kneel right there." She stood, planting her boots down in front of me. "At my feet. That's right. I need to see you bow before me."

By now I had no resistance left. This was her game, and I didn't have much of a choice but to play along as her toy. I pressed my forehead to the floor and clasped her heels.

"I don't hear you praying..."

I barely hesitated. "Please, Oh, Please, goddess - help me to make you cum!" The words felt awkward coming out of my mouth, but she hissed in satisfaction.

"Yesss! Kiss my feet!"

I lifted my head to her feet and pressed my lips against the toes of her boots.

"Who am I? Kiss them!"

"Goddess." I kissed her toes again, then the top of her foot and her ankles.

"Who's goddess? Kiss my feet, not my boots - unzip them!"

"My goddess." I reached up her thighs to unzip the boots, and saw she towered over me, shadowing out the candlelight. The light in her eyes still seemed to glow. With a steady pull, I slid the zipper down to the ankle and she stepped out to the floor. 




The Corner of H & L



My eyes widened in shock and I fell back.

Her stockings ended just below her knees, or just above where her calves bent back to goat's hocks. Thick black hair curled out from her ankles, and black cloven hooves stamped the floor.

"Your goddess," she repeated. There was a horrible ripping sound, and from her back unfurled broad bat's wings, black as night and satiny. Flames leaped from the burning coals that were her eyes, and her lips and labia steamed. "Why aren't you kissing my feet?"

Fear and realization washed over me at the same time. "I'm not leaving the room, am I?" Fear and realization, dread and despair. She stamped again, and I knew myself to be helpless beneath her - I knew any attempt to escape now would be futile. I remembered the word she used - "contract". Deals with the devil don't end well. And now I knew - thing or favor, the price was me.

"Not through that door, baby." Long, sharp teeth filled her mouth, and her tongue flicked hungrily over them. "Oh, they're so cute when they finally realize! The terror is ... delicious." She lifted my head, my shoulders until I was kneeling before her. Her claws cupped under my chin.

"Are you going to eat me?"

She threw back her head and laughed, a terrible throaty sound. "Not yet, baby. The weeping and gnashing of teeth come later." Then she yanked me back to her pussy. It nearly scalded my lips, my tongue, but there was no hope of struggle. Her juices gushed over my cheeks. I couldn't even lick or kiss, with how firmly and deliberately she ground down upon me.

Her wings stretched further, filling the room with darkness, and flapped. The scent of her was overwhelming.

She arched her back and her wings beat the air again, pulling her weight from the floor. She pulled me with her, and my body dangled from my neck like a doll's. I grabbed her thighs from beneath her knees for support, but her thighs came up over my shoulder and squeezed against the sides of my head. Her claws dug into my scalp. She was pulling me in, drawing me in - her labia had swollen immensely and engulfed my face. I breathed infrequently, in quick, gasping breaths as her thrusting hips allowed. Her moans were guttural, her groans shook the floor. 

The juice dripping from my chin and neck steamed and stung where it hit my chest. Her weight bore down on me again, and using the floor as leverage she drove me deeper into her, until my forehead, chin, and ears were inside her, swallowed in her folds. She bucked and shuddered - yes, shuddered. I could feel her gasp, rather than hear it, and her pussy spasmed and squeezed while she pushed, until I splashed in up my neck and her labia tightened around my throat. From deep within her, through the hot flesh pressing around me, I had a whiff of hot, acrid air. It smelled like burning tires.

I was fighting, of course, trying to pull myself free, but I was no match for her. If anything, my struggles encouraged her.

She was riding my shoulders now, and her claws dug into my sides while she pulled and lowered herself over me. With a shuddering cry, her pussy plunged down over my shoulders, and she was cumming - and cumming and cumming. I could offer no resistance now, with my arms pressed to my sides and my naked body slick and dripping, each of her convulsions pulled me in, past my hips, my knees into the hell waiting inside her. With a final shudder I fell into utter blackness, and I heard her sigh with satisfaction.



The Corner Office



"Where is he?", she said to herself as she sat impatiently at her desk. 

It was 9 o'clock and he should have been in by now. Olivia was waiting for her boss, William to arrive. They worked for a large communications firm, and William was the General Manager of the records management section.  They had known each other since she came to the company 12 years ago. She was a call center trainee, and he was working as a systems analyst . They hit it off immediately, and became lovers within a month's time. Although their affair was short lived, they became close friends, and kept in touch over the years, sharing their ups and downs. On a couple of occasions, they were able to briefly re-kindle their affair, only to then part their separate ways, but still retaining their good friendship. Through the years, they both, married, had kids, and moved on with their lives. Fate, however, brought them back together again when Olivia returned from a prolonged sick leave and discovered that William was promoted to manage a new unit. When she called him to say hello (they hadn't spoken in three years), he answered the phone as if they already talked that morning. She was shocked. It was like they were never apart. They quickly caught up with each other's current situations.

"Do you have room for one more?" She asked. She didn't want to return to the call center and the bitchy atmosphere that permeated the place. 

"Sure, anything for an old friend. I'll help you out." And so, once again their paths crossed, and this time it would be a great adventure.

"Good morning sir." The voice of the girls in the front office snapped her out of her fog. 

When she looked up, she saw William signing in. In a few minutes he would be passing through her section on his way to his office. 

"Good morning everyone." 

William always had a smile when he came in each morning. Everyone thought he was just very cheerful and polite, which he was, but she knew that the grin on his face showing those cute dimples each day was because she was there. Olivia admired and loved him so much. It was as if they were meant for each other. It just took 12 years to realize it. He was still the cute guy she met long ago. William was 41, five- eleven, medium skinned, with a good build. He always looked dapper in the suits he wore everyday, but there were two things that made her hot and wet each time she saw him. First, he had the most adorable eyes. Big, brown and penetrating, it felt that he looked directly into her soul, trapping her in an erotic trance. And finally, the large cock he tried so much to hide in his pants. No matter what he did, that tell tale bulge was always visible. It was the topic of several office "girl talk" secessions. Olivia always laughed to herself when the girls would imagine what is dick was like. "If my surprise goes well, I just might be tasting that dick today", she thought as he walked in. As he passed her desk, William gave her that quick second look, hoping that none of the other girls noticed. Olivia bat her eyelashes quickly in response. William opened the door and went into his office.

Goddamn! She always looks so hot!" he said to himself as he signed in for the day. 

William always took the opportunity to get a long look at Olivia each morning when he signed in. The desk was directly in the line-of-sight of his girl. He would spend a minute or two as if he was inspecting the entries or shuffling through new memos, but he really was inspecting the beauty sitting at the fourth desk. Olivia was 10 years his junior, and strikingly beautiful. She was tall and slim, long legs with sexy thighs and curvaceous hips that rose up to a cute round ass. Her breasts were nice and inviting with perky nipples. Olivia had the face of a model. High cheek bones, beautiful brown skin, big brown eyes, beautiful smile showing off her perfect lips. Her hair and makeup was always impeccable, a face you would expect to see on the cover of several magazines. She was wearing a sleeveless flowered dress, and when he passed her desk, she conveniently turned toward him so the he could see the whole outfit. The dress was short and flared, showing off those luscious legs. And to put the nail in the coffin, she was wearing sandals with three inch heels which strapped around her ankles. William had a serious shoe fetish, and those shoes were just the thing to make his dick hard. But it seemed that everything she did made him hard. The sexual bond between them was so strong, it endured over 12 years, and in the past 10 months had grown to a fever pitch that didn't seem to stop. Within that time, they had fallen in love with each other, and although they had their separate lives, this just worked. He couldn't understand it, couldn't explain it, but it did. They were the unknown variable that balanced out their life's equation. Out of all the women he'd been with, none of them touched his soul like Olivia, and none of them could approach the sex that they shared. "Keep it moving Will", he said to himself as he passed her desk. Just the sight of her and her outfit had his dick stirring. He wanted to get to his office before his growing hard-on became noticeable. He went into his office, and closed the door, not even realizing that Olivia already knew that she got a good "rise" out of him.

About an hour later, she rang his phone. 

"Hi sweetie", she said in a cheerful voice. "Are you busy?" 

"Never to busy for you baby." His deep voice made her quiver in her seat. 

"Do you have company?" 

She was referring to William's administrative manager known throughout the section as the "Witch". She sat across from William and was the total opposite of him. Where William was cool and understanding, it was as if her whole purpose in life was to make others miserable. No one liked her, and no one more than Olivia. The Witch had tried to fuck with her on several occasions, but William put her in her place. Not because they were lovers, but because the Witch was just plain wrong. She was so jealous of their friendship, it showed in her face every time she saw them together. Olivia surmised that the Witch probably wanted William for herself. Too bad bitch! Not happening. 

"No, your friend stepped out." He replied. 

"I'm coming back to see you." She said. 

"I await you with baited breath." William could always be counted to come up with something "different" to say. That was just one of the million things that she loved about him. Too bad the Witch wasn't there. Olivia loved to see her get mad and leave when ever she came to chat with the Boss. Olivia checked herself in the mirror, got up from her desk and went to see her man.

A soft double knock on the door followed by "Can I come in?" greeted William. "Please cum." He said, and he meant it literally. Olivia opened the door, entered, and closed it behind her. William just stared at this gorgeous beauty before him. His dick was hard as a rock. 

"Forgive me if I don't get up, but you, well, you know what you do." 

"You need to cut that out!" she replied with a devilish grin on her face. 

She grabbed a chair and sat down next to him. She crossed her legs, allowing her dress to rise ever so slightly to reveal more of those long legs. William was transfixed by her presence. And to top it off, she was wearing his favorite perfume. It mixed so well with her natural scent, that it would drive him insane if he endured it too long. 

"Stop looking at me like that!" She snapped. "Remember, we're still at work, and anyone could walk in." 

"You are so much trouble dressing like that. You know what you do to me." He said. 

"I'm sorry. Ah, no I'm not!" she replied. They talked for about 15 minutes, updating each other on what's going on at home with the spouses and kids. She said, "Well, I have to get back to work. Some of us must do that, you know.", as she got up out of the chair.

"I must compliment you on your outfit, you look so delicious." William said with a deep sexy tone.  "Thank you Trouble, I had you in mind this morning. I wanted to be airy today." She always called him "Trouble" when she knew he was turned on. 

"Well, that is a summer dress, just right for the hot weather." he replied. Olivia turned and faced him. 

"You don't get it do you." She saw the puzzled look on his face. 

"Get what?" He answered. 

She stepped towards him and proceeded to lift the front of her dress up, exposing her hairy pussy to his face. She wasn't wearing any panties! William was caught completely off guard. His mouth dropped, he stopped breathing, and if they could, his eyes would have popped out of his head. He was so struck, he couldn't get any words out of his mouth. All he had was pure lust in his head. There he was with the most beautiful girl in the world inches in front of him with her pussy in his face. When he was able to inhale, her musky scent filled his lungs and shot strait to his balls. He felt as if his dick was going to rip out of his pants. Olivia's scent always triggered some deep primal reaction. Instinctively he reached for her hips, wanting to bury his face in her snatch, but she jumped back and dropped her dress back down. Olivia wished she had a camera because this was an ultimate Kodak moment. William had such a look of bewilderment on his face, but it quickly turned into pure lust. There were very few times she saw him look like this. It was more than the reaction she wanted, and she had to break the spell. Otherwise in seconds, he would be throwing her on his desk and fucking her like an animal in heat. That was all good, but not with an office full of people, any of which could be walking in with a job for the boss to help with. They worked too hard to keep this affair a secret. She knew William was a big undercover freak, and although he talked a good game (and backed it up 100%), she had pushed him to a level of pure animal lust, where he would totally forget where he was and just attack her. She grinned, secure in the fact that she was the only woman to be able to do that. 

"Now, now, Trouble. Calm down. None of that in the office." She said as she backed away. She loved teasing him. She loved what she would get in return, a good hard fucking. Poor William, he looked like he was stoned on drugs. "See you later Trouble" she said as she reached for the door. She could see the outline of his dick traveling down his right leg. Her pussy began twitching with anticipation. She wanted that big dick inside her so bad. Not yet. "Bye." She said, but she was now so hot, she couldn't resist to put him over even further. She raised her dress in the back, showing her bare, round ass. She wiggled it for a couple of seconds, then dropped her dress back and scurried through the door to the safety of the outer office. 

"She is going to pay for that!" He said to himself when the door closed. "Shit! I hope I didn't mess up my pants!" Lucky he was wearing his dark blue suit, so if any of the pre-cum that was soaking his shorts right now got on his pants, it wouldn't be noticeable. Leave it up to Olivia to find a way to step it up to another level. That's what made their sex life fantastic. They both were not afraid to try new and "unorthodox" things. He was committed to her, and would do anything to please her. William was determined to have her today. He couldn't wait till after work to go to a hotel. He needed her soon. Some how, some way, his dick would be slamming her before work was over.

The day was passing slowly for William. His mind kept drifting to Olivia's bare body beneath that dress. He needed to be with her. He wished that he had his own private office, but that was still several months away. Then he had an idea. He called his district manager on the phone. 

"Jimmy, its William. How are you doing? Did you get the stats report I sent?" 

"Yes I did. Thanks a lot brother. What else is going on?" Jimmy was a great boss and friend. They had helped each other out on several occasions. 

William answered, "Jim, can I borrow your office for about 20 minutes? I have one of the girls who is having some personal problems, and she wants to discuss a few things. I would do it up here, but I have no privacy." 

"No problem. Come right down, I have a meeting to go to in about 15 minutes." 

"We'll be right down." William replied. He jumped out of his seat and high-fived the air. He called Olivia on the phone. 

"Yes Trouble", she answered. William explained the deal. He would go down to Jim's office. Olivia would follow in five minutes. 

We don't have a lot of time baby", he said. 

"Let's make this happen." 

Olivia thought about it for a moment. It was damn risky. Jim's office was located one floor below them. A very nice corner office with a view of the surrounding area. The only problem was it was right next to one of the company's call centers. Some of the operators sat less than ten feet from Jim's door. But the more she thought about it, the hotter she got. Just the idea of having sex within such close proximity to others, and the fact that they could be easily busted, and they were at work, was the ultimate turn on. Fuck the risks. If they got busted by Jim, it would be ugly, but he wouldn't blow up their spot. 

"Let's go!" She said. William grabbed a few things and headed for the back door. On the way out, he passed the Witch. 

"Where are you going in such a rush?" 

"I have to meet with Jimmy about a few things. I'll be back in awhile." He said. 

"See you when you get back." She replied, walking into the office. William didn't even hear her response. He had already turned and was entering the stairwell.

William walked through the maze of operators and then made the right turn down the corridor to Jim's office. There were three reps stationed outside his office. O' well, William said to himself, I hope they're very busy. To further play the role, he carried a folder filled with papers, and his clipboard. It didn't matter that all the papers in the folder were blank. It looked 'official'. When he got to the office, Jim's door was slightly cracked. William knocked, and Jim signaled him to come in. 

"Thanks for letting me use your office." 

"Sure, any time." Just then, William heard a familiar sweet voice in the hallway. A minute later, Olivia knocked and came through the door. 

"Hi Jim", she said. 

"Hi Olivia. Ok, you guys take your time. I won't be back for a while." 

"Thanks Jim" William replied. With that Jim left. William went to the door and checked the knob. It was not locked. It would just have to do. William closed the door firmly and turned to his lady. 

"You know I know those girls outside. We used to work together in the other center." She said. 

"You don't say Baby.' I guess they might get to know you a little more." He said with a devilish grin.

William walked over to Olivia and pulled her to him. He held her tight against his body. His hands traveled slowly over her back and her ass. He inhaled her scent. Olivia saw that wild look in William's eyes. He was holding her tight. So tight, that she could feel her nipples turning hard being pressed against his chest. He was sniffing her like some kind of dog, but it was turning her on! Her pussy was soaked, and she could feel her juices starting to flow down her thigh. She looked into his eyes and they kissed. A hungry passionate kiss, with there tongues intertwining. His hands were under her dress now, caressing her body. His touch sent electric shocks over her body. William lifted her up and sat her on a chair in the corner of the office. He got on his knees between her legs, spreading them wide. He was face to face with her pussy. Olivia was dripping wet. Her pussy was engorged with the lips partly spread. They glistened from her juices. William waited no longer. He took his tongue and spread her open, sucking the tasty nectar. His tongue wiggled in and out of her snatch. He sucked and nibbled on each lip, carefully rotating his tongue in her love canal. William then attacked her clit. Sucking it, and biting it with his teeth. Olivia was in ecstasy. She grabbed the sides of his head and forced him to her pussy. She just loved the way William ate her out. Not many men had the proper skills to give pleasure this way. 

"Oh God!" She cried. 

She was cumming and cumming hard. William felt her body tremble as her flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. 

"I want you in me, NOW!" she screamed. William didn't even care if they heard them out side. He was going to have her and please her well. 

William stood up and un-buckled his pants. He dropped is pants and shorts to the floor, finally releasing is dick. Olivia sat up and leaned forward. She loved his cock. Nine inches long with a sharp downward curve, so much, that she called it the Hook. She grabbed his cock in her hand and took it in her mouth. William moaned as she sucked on his member. Olivia began massaging the head of his dick with her tongue. She knew that drove him crazy. She slurped his dick, tasted and swallowed his pre-cum. Just as sweet tasting as always. She thought. She could feel his cock getting harder and harder in her mouth. Olivia guided her tongue down his shaft, and sucked his sack.  Enough of the foreplay, it was time to fuck. Olivia got up, and William sat down on the chair. With her back to him, she straddled the chair and slowly guided his massive cock to her pussy. She slowing rubbed the head of is cock on her clit, sending shivers through them both. She then guided the Hook into her dripping pussy. 

Aaaugh!, she cried as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into her. This was the ultimate sensation for her, the initial entry into her snatch. William moaned with desire. Her pussy was so hot, it felt like his dick was in a oven. Finally, she got all of him in her, his cock head pressed sharply against the entrance to her womb. Bracing herself against him, she began pumping up and down, creating a steady rhythm. 

" Ooooh it feels so good." she cried. 

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder baby!" He said, as they reached a combined rhythm. 

As she moved down, he would thrust up to increase the pressure. Their fucking was making loud sucking and slurping noises. Olivia could feel the head of his dick massaging her g-spot on each stroke. It must be the curve in his dick, she thought, that allows him to hit that spot with such accuracy. Olivia thrust down, impaling herself on his dick. She began to rock back and forth, grinding her self against him. His dick was incredibility hard, just like a brick, and she was trying her best to break it in two. William could feel her pussy start to throb heavily. Her grinding increased in intensity. She was nearing another orgasm. Faster and faster she moved, until she lost control and the waves of pleasure came over her. 

"I'm cumming!" She cried. Her body shook violently, dislodging her from his cock. "O my God! Look!" William peered to the side just in time to see her cum shooting from her pussy like a flood. 

"Oooh, you see that!" 

"Yeah baby I saw it." Seeing her cum like that was amazing. She was the only woman he had that ever did that. Only William could make her squirt like that. No one else has done it.

Olivia was spent. The last orgasm was so powerful, it left her mouth dry. She knew William was close. She grabbed his cock and shoved it back in side her. William, on cue began pumping her like a piston. She took her right hand and massaged his balls. William was ready. He began to pump her pussy faster and faster. He could feel the cum pressure reaching it's peak in his nuts. His dick stiffened and his balls sucked upwards, as he blasted load after load of cum into her pussy. Olivia felt his balls implode, and the hot cum filling her insides. It felt like magma erupting from his dick. She felt his spasms slowly recede and his breathing start to slow down. She lifted herself off him, turned around and squatted between his legs. Williams cock was still twitching , covered with her cum. She grabbed the base of his dick and then sucked the head. She knew that right now, his dick was at it's most sensitive. As she sucked the remaining cum through the head, each swipe of her tongue sent shock waves through William's body. She took great pleasure in giving him "seizures".  William looked as if he were having an epileptic fit. Finally, as the spasms subsided, she started to rise up off the floor. As she did that they both heard a splat, as their combined load fell out of her pussy and hit the floor. Olivia sat on William's lap. They stared into each other's eyes, and softly kissed each other over and over.