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The Game

By: Polo



You stop by my apartment. You head up to my room. I pull you close. I lean in and brush my lips against your delicate ear, whispering... "Tonight we're going to play a little game of ''Do As I Say". You smile. You're curious as to what I have planned.

"It's very simple", I say. "Half the night, you'll do every thing I tell you to - everything!". You close your eyes, my words canvasing your every nerve. "And then, toward the end of the night, I'll be forced to do as you say; and I will". I watch as your soft tongue plays with your lips - a teasingingly unconcious lick. Mmmm, kiss me my sweet.

I grab your hand and lead you to the bed. I sit you down and tell you to close your eyes and listen to me. "Tonight, you're going to prove what a little whore you can be, is that clear?" You nod your head. "You will obey me. You will drop to your knees without hesitation should I demand it. Understood?". I take my hand and brush it against your face, softly. I tell you to open your eyes.

In my hands, I'm holding the shortest, whoreish dress you've ever seen. "Put it on", I say. You shake your head and laugh, telling me there's no way you could wear THAT in public. "I'll look like a little hootchie girl". I take your arm and bend it behind your back, grabbing your hair at the same time. "You'll do as I say".

I watch as you slip into the dress. I watch it fall, caressing your body in an intimate embrace. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I hand you the high-heeled shoes I've picked out. Damn. Every hard cock in the city is going to want you tonight; maybe this is their night. I tell you to grab your purse. We're leaving.

"Where are we going?", you ask. I don't tell you. I raise my hand and hail us a cab. The lights of the city shine down on us - the spotlight for our little porno shoot. The driver asks where to. I lean forward and whisper the address to him.

I see him looking back. I see him position the mirror for a better "look". I take my hand and pull your dress up a bit, giving him a clear shot at your panties. I can feel his hard cock breathe through the cab.

We arrive at our first stop - The Admiral Theater. Total nudity. Stunningly exotic girls. I lead you in. They sit us toward the back in a darkened corner. We order our drinks. We sit back and watch the show. The first dancer is a blonde. The second is a 2-girl show. I glance over at you to study your reaction. I watch you watch them. They kiss. They lick. They taste each other, pouring honey and whipped cream and other assorted flavors all over their bodies.

I see you move in you chair. I see close your eyes and look to see that no one is watching you. They're not. I am.

"Would you like a dance?" the girl asks. You turn to see a young blonde standing next to me. She's very young. You get the impression that she may have faked her way in here. Her body is delicious. Her breasts are real...and real big. She's dressed in a black slip of a dress. You expect me to take the dance. I don't. "Yes," I say. "I'd like for you to dance, but not for me - for her". I point to you.

She looks at you and smiles. She walks over to you in slow motion, here eyes never losing contact with yours. The lights of the club bounce off her body with great fury. She moves in close. She looks you up and down. She dances real slow.

Her thighs brush against yours. The slip comes off. She presses her breasts into your face, your mouth making contact with her hard nipples. She bends over. Her soft, white ass spreads wide. She turns to look at you. She smiles.

I watch as she leans in and puts her lips to your cheek. They're soft. They're pouty. You bring your face around to where your lips meet hers. I look for the bouncer. We both know that the customer can't make contact with the girls. As I look back to the two of you, I see her kiss you. I see her tongue slide into your open mouth. The entire kiss lasts no more than 5 seconds, but it's too late - your pussy is soaking wet. Lucky for us, no one else saw it happen. We look at each other in amazement. She takes the money and disappears into the darkness of the club.

A man calls out "Ok, it's that time. I need an amateur up here. Come on, girls. Time to be brave and give us what we want". It's amateur night. I look over and tell you to raise your hand. You say no, but then you remember what I told you before we left the hotel. You close your eyes and raise your hand. He calls you up. As you walk past, you say to me "I can't believe I'm doing this".

The club is filled to capacity. The men fuck you with their eyes. You climb the steps. You stand in the spotlight. It's warm. It envelops your body in a white heat. The music starts. Your body begins to sway. You lose the dress. You lose the bra. You let the music and the alcohol guide you. You remove your soaked panties and let them fall to the stage. You hear the men whistle. You hear them shout to you.

And then it's over. You dress and head back to the table. The men smile as you pass. I rise to kiss you. "Good girl", I whisper. "Let's go".

Another cab. Another lucky driver. I have this one drop us off at a park. I point to a payphone area where a group of young men are gathered. It's next to a basketball court. The phones are well-lit. I stop and tell you to walk to a phone and call me. I pull out my cell phone and give you the number. I walk over and sit down on a nearby bench. I watch you standing there. I watch these guys watch you.

The phone rings. "Ok, I want you to pretend that you're on hold. Talk to them. Flirt with them", I tell you. The boys are all over you, throwing compliment after compliment your way. You whisper to me, "But Michael, I don't know". They're looking you up and down.

"Flirt with them", I tell you. You will do as I say. I listen to you. I can hear them in the background. I watch as they swarm around you - 6 or 7 of them in total. "Ask them if they think your dress is too short". You do.

I hear them say "No way". I feel my cock harden. "Tell them that you think they're cute". You do. They start to get more sexual with you. They tell you what a "fine" body you have. They ask you who you're holding for. "My girlfriend", you say.

My voice deepens. I tell you to ask this one question: "Well.....isn't anyone going to kiss me?". You hesitate. You turn to look my way. Your sight searches for me, but you see only darkness. "Ask", I say.

I hear the words drip from your lips. I watch as one of them moves in and starts to kiss you. The sound of it all is so utterly intoxicating. One by one, they kiss you. One by one, they touch you. I look to see one of the guys pull your tit out and suck the nipple into his mouth. I watch as they're hands carress you. I hear your voice quiver. I know they're fingering you. I know how wet you must be.

"Beg them to fuck you - NOW!", I demand. You ask them. They want to take you into the darkness. I tell you to beg them to fuck you "NOW" - in the light. They sit you down on a bench table next to the phones and spread your legs. The first guy puts his cock in your hands. Another stands on the bench and puts his dick to your mouth. I can't hear, but I don't need to. I watch you swallow him whole. For nearly a half hour, I sit there and watch them fuck you. I watch them cum in your mouth. The last one takes his fingers and scoops up some cum from your face and uses it to lubricate your ass. They all stand around and watch him fuck you. They know you're secret, but they don't care. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the hot, humid night. Maybe it's just because you drip desire.

When it's all over, you get dressed. I walk out and hail a passing cab. We pull up alongside you. I open the door. You say goodbye to them. As you step into the cab, the smell of cum is overpowering. The driver looks to see it dripping from your lips. It's in your hair. It's on your dress. It's on your neck and thighs. "Uh.......where to, sir?" he asks. I lean over and kiss you full on the lips, tasting the cum. "My apartment", I say.

We head back to the apartment to allow for you to change. It's my turn. It's my time to play by your rules. You tell me to change into a pair of tight jeans and a white t-shirt. You look through the phonebook as I change. "Come on", you say. "Let's go, bitch".

We get in the cab. You give the driver an address. I have no idea where it is. Well, I do when we get there. It's a gay bar - Manhole. You tell me to mingle with the other guys there. We split up. I head to the bar and order a very strong drink. It doesn't take long before I'm being hit on. I feel the alcohol warm my body. Liquid courage.

I hear a voice speak to me. I turn to find this black guy standing next to me. He's about 6", dark skin, bald head, VERY muscular. He's dressed like me - jeans, black t-shirt, boots. As I talk to him, I can't help but think how amazing it is that "my fantasy" is right in front of me. I've always thought about being with a black guy. Wow. What are the odds?

He's got a thick, raspy voice straight out of a Tricky song. We talk about everything. He works construction. He lives in the suburbs. I order another drink. And another. He leans in and whispers in my ear: "I want to fuck you".

He says it, but I guess there's just not enough alcohol in me to respond. I smile and tell him "I'll be right back" - that I have to go to the bathroom. Instead, I look for you. I find you talking to a woman there for the same reason as you - to find someone for her man.

I tell you we have to go. You're disappointed, but you say ok. You tell me to go hail a cab, that you'll be right out. We hop into the cab and head back to the apartment. I apologize for not being able to go through with it. You tell me that it's no big deal, that you understand.

We get to the room and relax. I pour us a drink and turn on the music. We spend a few minutes kissing. You ask me to get out the handcuffs and blindfold. I'm turned on. I do as you ask. I owe you.

You sit me down on the couch and strip me completely naked. You cuff my wrists behind my back. You cuff my ankles. You put the blindfold on. I feel your lips on my body. I feel the warmth of your breath on my skin. I hear you whispering to me. I hear......the phone ring? I hear you pick it up and walk into the hallway. I can't hear what you're saying. You tell me that it was the wrong number. You tell me that you'll be right back, that you're going to get the K-Y from the bathroom.

5 minutes pass. I feel you standing there. I hear you moving around. You lower your mouth to my ear and whisper "I have a surprise for you". With that, you remove the blindfold. Holy shit. The black guy from the club is standing in the room, a few feet from me. "He's here to fuck you", you say. "Mmmm. You want that thick black cock inside you, don't you? Don't you, you little white bitch?". I'm unable to speak. I can't think. Wha....?

He unzips his pants. They fall to the floor. He steps out of his underwear too. Jesus. His dick has to be about 10". It's smooth. It's black as night. He moves in closer. I don't want this. I mean, I thought I did, but....

I ask you to uncuff me. Request denied. It's too late. I watch as he rubs his thick cock all over my face. I can smell his desire. He puts the head to my lips and says "Open your fucking mouth, white boy!". I try to keep my lips closed, but he's able to push inside. His hands are at the back of my head. I feel it fill my mouth. I feel it rest on my tongue and push to the back of my throat. He's fucking my mouth. I'm not aware of it at first, but I soon realize that it's turning me on. My cock is hard. My lips are sucking harder. My tongue is now licking up and down.

He cums in my mouth. It's a huge load. You tell me to swallow. I try. I'm able to get most of it down, but some of it pours from my lips. He kneels and sucks my white cock into his mouth. Pretty soon, I'm the one cuming. He swallows every drop.

He stands me up and has me kneel by the couch. I turn to see you lubricate my ass with the K-Y. I watch as he lowers his body. I feel the pain first. It lasts a minute or two. I feel his thick black cock ease into my ass. It takes a few mintues, but he manages to bury it all the way. He pulls out. More K-Y. A smack to my ass here and there. "OHHHHHHHHHH". I cry out. He's ALL THE WA....

He's fucking my ass. I hear it. You hear it. The sound of a man fucking another man. He calls me names: "whore", "white bitch", "faggot". He just keeps fucking me. He doesn't stop. And then.... And then.... He cums inside my ass. I feel it shoot deep within me. I feel it ooze out. I hear his dick pop from my ass. I look over to see you lick it clean.

And then he leaves....

And then we kiss....

And then we fall asleep in each other's arms.

The Game



It was the day of the big game. Our team had made it into the NFL playoffs and we faced the hottest team in the league. I had invited my two brothers and three of my college friends over to watch it with me. The snacks and beer were ready on ice. I had my team jersey on. I was pumped. The girls were ready in their cheerleader outfits. Each had a ribbon choker around their necks in one of our team colors. They had cute little dangling weights suspended from nipple and labia rings also in our team colors. I had painted them myself. The girls were ready for the game too.

Bitch and Cunt were the nicknames I had given the girls. Bitch was thirty-five with a great classic figure. She carried a pair of 38DD breasts that a doctor had given her, but what the hell they looked great and tasted great, and she moaned if you squeezed them hard enough. Her pussy and ass were shaved bald every day. She was not submissive by nature but constant sex with a wide array of my acquaintances kept her in constant need and she did what she was told without hesitation as long as she got her cock fix constantly.

Cunt was eighteen. She was an honor student smart enough to handle school and a demanding domestic schedule. She had 34B breasts and a slim girlish frame. Her pussy and ass were shaved daily which displayed her most prominent feature, a freakishly large clit the size of a man's thumb and three quarters of an inch long when she was stimulated. I had done a good job of training Cunt and she had developed into a true submissive with a real need for humiliation and abuse. If a guy fucked her ass without whipping it first she felt violated. If I ever give her away she will make some guy the finest wife on the planet, if he can keep her heated.

I had a surprise for the guys waiting out of sight, but that will come up later.

The guy's arrived before the game started. The girl's busied themselves taking their coats and greeting them with hugs and kisses and received slaps to their bare breasts and asses. We settled in with the girls serving beers and snacks on silver trays. The girls would kneel at opposite ends of the sofa waiting to serve. We talked about the coming game and as we did Cunt was laid out lengthwise on three laps with her legs spread a little. The guy's explored her young body freely bringing moans from her to urge them on. She had been trained never to ask for anything but to accept what was done to her as a gift. Her pussy was puffing up and her clit was getting a lot of attention from pinching fingers and ice cubes. It didn't take long for her chest, abdomen and vaginal area to grow blotchy red from rough attention. Bitch was getting her back and ass lashed with a leather flogger as she took brother Billy's cock deep into her velvet throat. I drained my beer and got up for another. I didn't want to disturb the attention Bitch was getting so I put my empty up her ass and went into the kitchen for another myself.

The game had started on TV and was white noise behind the sounds developing in the room. I sat with my back against the front of Bill's chair and had Bitch mount my stiffened cock. As it slid in to the base I felt the bottle in her ass through the thin wall that divided the two chambers. She was hunched over the top of my head throating Billy's cock as she pistoned up and down on mine. I looked to the sofa to see Cunt on her knees with a cock in her pussy and another in her ass from behind. She was taking two cocks into her mouth which was stretched beautifully. My buddy in Cunt's ass had a wire bristle dog brush and was slapping it into her ass with great force. I knew she was loving that.

After the four guys emptied into Cunt one of my buddies went off to take a leak. The other three had Cunt standing in the middle of the room with her hands behind her head. Each guy worked a different part of her body. Two of them had floggers and one had a dog whip. She trembled as they raised welts on her thighs ass and breasts. The man in front tried to whip her pussy without much success. Cunt squatted a little to open herself more and the flogger started to make better contact. My brother and I had dumped into Bitch and I sent her to a closet to get a baseball bat. We laid her out on the dining room table and I flogged her ass as Billy explored the depth of her ass with the fat end of the bat. She was sweating like a bitch in heat, if you will excuse the pun, and slipping around in her own gravy. My buddy returned from the toilet and asked who the hell the old broad was in the bathroom wanting to drain his piss for him. I told him that was Mommy.

He said that she had a pretty good body for an old cunt and she sure knew how to suck a guy. She didn't lose a drop of my piss. Two of the guys left Cunt to go take a leak themselves. The other two brought Cunt to the table and laid her in the opposite direction Bitch was in. They pulled the table open where it split in the middle and then closed it again pinching Cunt's breasts tight. They inserted the knob end of the bat in Cunt's ass and the two women fucked themselves back and forth on it as all of us whipped their welted backs and asses. The two guys came back from the toilet and said that old woman gave the best head they had ever had. She begged for our piss. We wanted to bring her out here but you have her chained to the toilet. We double fucked her and she was so grateful she was crying as she thanked us. We rolled Bitch and Cunt on their backs and drank beer from their cunts and mouths. I used a length of line to bind Bitch's tits tightly at the base. It turned them into two angry red tit balls that we slapped and flogged.. There was a large spreading puddle below each of the women's pussies as the game ended.

We didn't know the final score in the game. I would have to watch the news later to find out what happened to our team. The guys all left thanking me for a great time. I helped Bitch down from the table and told her to go unchain her mother from the toilet. Cunt asked her mom if she could use the computer to work on a report for school and Bitch told her to ask her father. I said yes baby, and went to watch the sports to see how we did.



The Game



*** WARNING - This story contains graphic violence. If you do not wish to read such content, do not go further. ***

It started out as a game. She was to come home from work, and he was supposed to burst in posing as a violent rapist. Julie and Sam had been trying to spice up their love life, but this was mostly Julie's idea. She had wanted Sam to be forceful with her during sex before, but the worst he would do was spanking her. This time she had convinced him. She had been bored with Sam for quite some time, but this, she knew, would make things better.

She walked into the knife shop on her lunch hour. The man behind the counter was old and mangy, and had scars covering his face. A confederate flag hung in the corner. Yes, she thought, This is perfect. She smiled as the man asked in a raspy old voice, What can I do you for, miss? Julie looked down the rows and rows of knives carefully. Finally she saw it. A seven inch perforated edge black handled one. This would be perfect. Id like to buy this knife here, she said. The old man looked at her curiously, but got the knife out of the case carefully. Now this here knife is a- Its fine. Ill take it. she interrupted. He stopped his presentation abruptly. If you say so, missy. That'll be sixty-four dollars even. She gladly handed over the money as the old man bagged the knife. Now you be careful with that there knife, the old man said. I will, she said, smiling.

All was quiet when Julie entered the apartment. She smiled. Her stomach turned excitedly. He was here, she knew. He was here, and he was waiting for her. She looked down at the knife in her purse and smiled. I hope he's got enough balls to go through with this, she thought. She then went into the kitchen and took out the knife. She looked at it lovingly for a second before placing it on the table where Sam could find it. She then headed to the shower. Ill give the guy some time to get psyched up, she thought. She laughed as she remembered his shock the first time she asked him to spank her. He was a sensitive little guy, into traditional missionary position sex. Well, Julie had changed him a little since then, but tonight would really do it. It was all she could do to keep from touching herself there in the shower. She decided instead she would save up her energy for the Rapist. Suddenly she stopped and thought. The shower, the knife, someone lurking in the shadows...it reminded her of the Hitchcock movie, Psycho. She laughed out loud with wild delight at this.

After the shower, Julie put on a sexy nightgown and settled down to watch TV. She was beginning to wonder where Sam was. He should've been there by now. The nightie was satin and black and short. It brought out her red hair amazingly, and it was Sams favorite. She absentmindedly flipped through channels as she felt slightly annoyed. Damn it, Sam, she mumbled aloud, Where the fuck are you? The only answer came from the glowing television. Julie cursed it and headed towards the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and began slicing it, thinking of the knife and Sam. She smiled. The little bastard had backed out. She knew it. She had barely gotten the thought completed before she felt cold steel against her neck and a hand at her waist. She sighed. Don't say a word, he whispered. Her breathing became heavy as she began to get excited, despite the pitifully gentle way Sam was holding the knife. What are you going to do to me? she asked playfully. A giggle escaped her throat uncontrollably. Suddenly and with great force, he pulled her hair and slammed her head down onto the counter. Shut the fuck up! he yelled. Julie submitted to this, a wave of fear and excitement swept over her as he leaned down, breathing on her neck.

You think I'm weak? he asked huskily, You think I'm sensitive? Against her better judgement she whispered, Yes. He picked her up by the hair and threw her down to the floor. He positioned himself behind her as she struggled to get up. Once on her hands and knees, she began to crawl away from him. The Rapist grabbed her and flipped her over, towering above her. It was then that she realized he was wearing a ski mask and an all black outfit. He slapped her face, delightfully stinging it. Her breathing became even heavier with shock and excitement as she looked into those brown eyes that were normally so clear and understanding, but were now cold and glazed over.

Mmmmm... he ran the knife over her body. Her neck, her face, her breasts, and then her thighs. She quivered beneath the cold blade. Suddenly he grabbed her arm and cut her, not deeply, but she screamed out from shock alone. Yeah, he whispered, You like that? I bet you do. Julie felt tears welling up inside her and heat building between her thighs. She felt confused. She was terribly aroused, but terribly afraid. She began to struggle, not knowing why. He pinned her arms above her head and spread her legs with his. He held her arms with one hand and he held the knife with the other. He held it to her throat, gently running it over her tender, pale skin. You want me to fuck you, don't you, you fucking whore? She began to cry and shake uncontrollably. He pressed it into her collarbone. Don't you?

She stammered out Don't hurt me... He dug the blade into her collarbone, cutting her, this time more deeply. She cried and wailed. Answer me, you fucking slut! he commanded. Y-yes...,she whispered. Her arm began going numb as the blood flowed from her collarbone. The Rapist laughed. I knew you did. He lifted her nightgown and slit open her panties. She continued to cry as he unzipped his pants, his penis fully erect already. His knife lingered at her inner thighs as he looked her over. Her eyes widened. I...Sam? Please...? Its...its not.....its not fun anymore Sam.

SHUT UP! he screamed, slapping her nearly into unconsciousness. When she reached full conciousness she realized he had cut her inner upper thigh, very close to her pussy. He smeared the blood up and down his cock as he moaned. S-Sam? she tried to ask through her fog. I know, I'm getting to it, you fucking horny bitch, he said as he slid his cock into her and began fucking her semi-lifeless body. She instantly felt stimulated as he pumped harder and faster than he ever had. She marveled at his strength. The hand that held the knife moved to hold her arms as the other hand reached for her throat. The Rapist clutched her throat, cutting off her air. She gasped and gurgled, and despite the fact that she was being brutally attacked, she came, again and again. You like that dont you? Dont you? he asked her in a gruff voice. He reached back from her throat, and as she gasped for air, he slapped her again and again, making her come each time.

Finally she began to feel dizzy, the room spun, and she was getting numb from all the blood lost. She suddenly didn't know what was happening, where she was, what was going on. Yes...mmmmm.... the Rapist moaned as he fucked her. Aaaahhhh.......you want me to kill you, don't you? She mumbled daddy? daddy? He slapped her already dully aching face again. You want me to kill you, I know you do. Yes, daddy.... her eyes rolled back in her head as he plunged the knife deep into her throat, blood gushed from the fatal wound as he came inside of her then dead body. He then withdrew the knife from her throat and his cock from her pussy, as he leaned back on his heels. He smiled at the blood soaked knife. The knife she had bought for him. The knife she'd bought for their game.



The Game



After I told you my fantasy, you laid in bed quietly. You showed no emotion to give me any clues as to what you were thinking. You turned to your side, and faced away from me. It was scaring me that you were so silent. Restless, I sat up, slid a thin robe over my naked body, and walked out of the room. 

The house was chilly. The embers of the fire where we had laid before earlier were dying down. I knelt before them, broke up some kindling, and soon it was back to a nice warm fire. I stayed kneeling before it, reaching out my arms towards the flames, feeling the heat seeping into me. My hair was tousled about. I contemplated going for my hairbrush, but I didn’t want to go back to the bedroom where you laid so quiet. 

I had enjoyed listening to your fantasy. I had many questions, and our conversation went on and on about it. Yours was one of romance… music, candles, a relaxing bath, all leading to an endless night of making love. Did that make mine wrong? Mine was very different, but I had to be honest with you about it. It was one that I’d had tucked away in my mind for a very long time. But it was only a fantasy, and I didn’t know if it was one that I’d care to act out. But yours, yours was a fantasy that could come true. Is that the type I should have shared with you?

I felt your fingers in my hair. As I turned to look up at you, there were tears in my eyes. In an instant, you had me in your arms. Your kisses hot, your body cool against mine. “Don’t cry” is all you said, then your mouth was on mine, our tongues remembering their places from earlier. You lead me back to the bedroom, and later the embers of the fire would burn themselves out. 

The following morning we lazily woke ourselves up. I felt you pressing against my back, your arms around me. I loved to feel you snuggle close to me. With it, I could feel your constant love and devotion. You were so giving, so caring. As I stretched and squirmed in your arms, as I slowly came into a more awakening state, my thoughts fell back to the night before. Inside, I wondered if you thought about the same.

We take a leisurely shower together, lathering each other’s bodies, paying extra attention to some parts more than others. Your hands on my breasts, your fingertips flicking at my nipples, you were bringing me to the point of wanting more. The look of the water on your shoulders, my mouth opens and my tongue slides along your wet skin. “Mmmmmm,” I moan, as my tongue swirls and twists it’s way from your shoulders to your chest. My hands covered with suds, hold and squeeze your cock and I feel it becoming alive. Your reaction I feel is in your hands as they begin a more aggressive touch on my breasts, squeezing harder and pinching my erect nipples. I playfully move my hands to your head, shampooing your hair, now and then moving my sudsy hands back to your fully erect cock. I rub your cock against my pussy, and it’s getting harder to keep my footing. I lean closer to you, lay against you while I continue.

Suddenly you turn me around, place your hands on my hips, and pull me against you. I feel your manhood pressing, probing, and searching for what it wants. I hold my arms up and lean forward against the shower wall. My legs spread apart, and I arch my back, raising myself to you. Your quick with your moves, before I can react, I feel you cock ramming inside me, hard, with no time to respond except with the raw, lustful reactions. I feel your hands groping my breasts, then one hand sliding down my belly, down further and finding my wet spot. I feel your feet against mine, opening my legs wider, then your other hand running through my wet hair, pushing my head forward, making me bend further over. You make me cum quickly, but don’t stop there. You pull yourself out; I turn around and see in your eyes what is next to come. 

I'm on my knees now, my mouth surrounding your cock, my hands at the base, squeezing and feeling your balls. Your hands pulling my head harder against you, fucking my mouth, you let yourself cum in my mouth. The water running upon us both, the feel of your hands in my hair, the taste of you on my tongue, I lap you up. Sated, you help me up off my knees, slowly suds the sponge and clean us both. We exit the shower, drying each other, kissing and glancing into each other’s eyes when we can. 

The day goes like any other. It seems that this weekend could last forever. I have a list of things to do, and you have plans also. We plan to meet again for dinner here, and we say our good-byes. I begin at the top of my list, and work my way down, feeling a sense of accomplishment with each task completed. I wonder what you might be doing, and remember again our conversation of the night before.

It 5:00pm, and I’m back home now. You’re not here yet, but I see tell-tail signs that you have been. The mail is on the desk; you had brought it inside for me. There’s a fresh bouquet of flowers, yellow daffodils, on the dining table. I walk to the bedroom to slip off my shoes, and I notice a gift wrapped box on the bed. I smile and think of you. As I slip off my shoes, I take the box in my hands and run my fingers over the lovely paper and ribbons. The card attached says, “Wear this for me tonight, I want to make your dreams come true.” My heart stops. What did this mean? Had you thought about my fantasy and was now about to act on it? I was stunned, afraid and excited at the same time.

Inside the box, under the tissue, I find several items. The first to come out is a white satin blindfold, trimmed with small lace trim. I press it against my eyes and all sight is gone. I lay it beside me on the bed. The next item is a white lace teddy. The straps are thin, and it has a thong back. It’s very feminine and the design of the lace makes it almost sheer in places. I lay it against me and know it will fit perfectly, then place it beside me, next to the blindfold. Next are sheer white nylon thigh-hi’s with a white lace top. I notice the seam in the back too. There’s a small black velvet box, and inside is a beautiful gold bracelet. I slip it on and admire it. At the bottom of the box are four white straps, each one with a Velcro closing. 

So many thoughts are going through my head. Suddenly I hear the doorbell, place everything back in the box and run to open it. It’s you, with a wicked grin on your face. We look at each other and you know I have opened the box. “Thank you for the daffodils”, I say, “They’re so pretty.” “Is that all?” you ask. I blush, and you kiss me. We head for the kitchen, and you’re telling me we don’t have much time to eat, that we should have something simple, because in an hour we’ll be expecting company. Now I know you are planning on fulfilling my fantasy. So while we work together cooking up something simple, we sip wine and talk about our day. I’m too frightened to bring up the night, not sure if I know if I could go through with it. Before I know it, dinner is done, and you send me off to pamper myself in the bath, then to get ready. You start preparing for the night ahead also.

While I’m in the bath, you leave a note on the bed for me. It reads, “I hope your dreams come true for you tonight. By you letting me do this for you I am getting great pleasure. After you dress and wear what was in the box, strap the straps around your wrists and ankles. Find something to keep yourself occupied, until you hear three knocks on the door. At that time, slip the blindfold over your eyes, lay on the bed, and spread your legs. Fasten the ties to the bed, and then strap one wrist above you, then the other. Shortly your fantasy will come true.”

I’m breathless as I read this. I hear the doorbell, and take a deep breath. I hear you greet the visitors. There’s hearty laughter, clanging of beer bottles, and movement of chairs. More talking among you, then it quiets down. The game has started. In the bedroom I occupy myself as best I can. I’m so nervous, so anxious. Time goes on, and I’m startled by a knock on the door. My heart drops. Can I do this? I follow your instructions, strapping myself to the bed, placing the blindfold over my eyes. It’s a little difficult to secure my last wrist, but I manage. I’m not able to move much, and feel so open and vulnerable. 

I hear the chairs moving, more laughter, talking… then people leaving. Then I hear the bedroom door open. My senses are picking up every movement, every sound. “Looks like you’re my prize,” I hear a voice say. “Oh Baby, and I’m going to make sure you’re going to love this.” The voice isn’t familiar in the least. There’s no slowness at all to this; at once I feel the strangers hand on my breasts. He’s rough, making my nipples ache for more of his touch. His mouth is on mine now; his tongue forcing it’s way into my mouth. I taste the alcohol from earlier, and feel a moustache on his face. One of his hands reaches down and starts stroking my thighs. He runs his hand roughly over my pussy, then pulls the teddy tight so it is forced between my lips. “Yessss,” I hear the stranger moan. 

He’s off me quickly, and I hear him undressing. I can almost feel the lust in his breathing. I feel a wet tongue on my leg, and licking moving upwards. I feel his hands massaging me, as he works his way up. My breathing is heavier now, and I know I am becoming very wet. The excitement from feeling so helpless and the anticipation are getting to me. I start moaning as he touches me, I being squirming under his touches. He moves forward and I feel something on my mouth. “Take it Baby,” he says, “Make it feel as good as you look Honey.” I greedily suck his penis into my mouth. It’s thick and hard as my tongue presses it against the roof of my mouth, and I suck on it. He slowly pulls it out, and I reach for it, then he rams it back in. I’m almost wild now, wanting this strangers cock inside me. Then I feel him fingering me. I’m so wet there. He rubs his finger over my clit, fast, bringing me to almost instant orgasm, then stops and slides his finger deep inside me. He has the fabric from the teddy pulled to the side, and now his tongue is licking me, poking inside me. I’m moaning and panting, pressing against him, still sucking his hard cock. 

He spreads my legs open wider and continues to eat me. I can’t move under the weight of him. I’m only there to please him now. Whatever he wants from this point on is his; I’ll do anything for his stranger. He turns, and lays over me, then I feel his hard cock enter inside me. “Oooooooooooh yesssssss,” I hear myself moaning. “Fuck me, make me want you.” His grunts against my ear are so erotic. He slams himself into me, and I try to grab at him from inside. Then I feel him move slightly, and he’s reaching for the straps that are holding me. He undoes them from the bed, tells me to roll over, which I do. He slips a couple pillows under my stomach and straps me back down, this time on my stomach, leaving my ass is the air for him. I feel his mouth again on me; I can hardly stand it. Then I feel him pushing himself back in me, and I’m gone. I feel his balls slapping against me and he rams himself deeper, harder and faster into me.

Then from the corner of the room I hear you say, “You’re doing great Baby!” I hold still. Was that you I just heard, or was my mind playing tricks? “Like him Baby, show him how much you like getting fucked by a stranger.” With that last line, I erupt into the most intense orgasm I think I’d had up to that point. He follows me, and I feel his cum spurting inside me. After a few minutes, he’s off me. I hear him gathering his clothes, dressing, then hear him tell you, “Let me know when the next game is.” Then he’s gone. 

You unstrap me from the bed, and remove the ties from my wrists and ankles. You lay next to me, and slip the blindfold off. You’re smiling at me. I’m smiling at you. “You are soooooo sexy,” you say, then kiss me. “Thank you,” is all I can muster, I feel exhausted. “Sleep Baby,” you whisper to me. 

The next morning as we wake up together, we talk about the night before. “More?” you ask. “No,” I say, “Once is all my fantasy was. You are all I want from now on.” “Shower?” you ask. “Mmmmmmmm,” is my reply.



The Game



As my friend Beth and I stood at the rack of dirty cards chuckling over them in the local porn shop, we were not aware that we were both being watched by a man two aisles over. We had frequented this shop many times and were never once approached by anyone, despite it being our ongoing game to lure someone to the back to play with. Tonight would be different.

Feeling a bit horny, Beth and I headed to the local porn shop to play our favorite game. Beth’s brother Stan ran the place in the evenings, so we had freedom to come and go as we pleased without feeling as if we should be there to purchase something . We both loved going through the racks of toys, and developing fantasies along the way. We often talked a loud making people believe were into all kinds of sexual activities, in hopes of making a conquest. Beth and I had been friends for many years and shared only a casual sex for fun only relationship.

We headed first for the card racks, and then would head over to the toys and see what story we could make up.

“Oh Beth, Look at this dildo honey, I bet you could take this up your pretty little ass. I know you could handle its size,” I said in my louder than normal voice.

“Girl, you know it. The bigger the better in my tight little ass. BUT look at this one! I would love to have this one in my very wet pussy, while you fingered my ass.” Beth said in return.

We knew we had caught the attention of the only guy in the shop. As he moved through the store we could see him duck behind various racks to read just his growing cock in his jeans. He was listening to every detail, and we hoped we could lure him into our little game.

“Beth, remember the time, I tied you to the bed, and licked your pussy for over an hour?” I asked.

“Yes, and I loved every minute, but when you took the vibrator and fucked my hot pussy, I thought I would explode.” Beth said, now very much into the growing dialog.

“You know we need to buy? We need to get our selves a big strap on,” I informed Beth.

Our friend was now moving into our direction, and very much interested in what we had to say. I caught Stan’s eyes as he shook his head. Stan loved to watch our performances, and never minded as long as we didn’t move towards actually harassing the customers. Not everyone coming to the porn shop was into our game.

I picked up the largest strap on I could find, and turned and held it up for the man to see. “Do you think my friend here would be able to handle me pounding this into her?” I asked him.

He turned and moved to the next aisle. A shy one I thought. This was going to be a challenge.

I moved to the rack of dildos and held a huge black one up for Beth to see, and asked her, “Beth, Wouldn’t you just love to feel a black cock in your puss?”

Beth let out moan, and said, “I’d much rather see how much I could take down my throat.”

I looked over and saw our friend massaging the bulge in his jeans. He was standing behind a rack, and must have thought he was totally out of our sights. I moved in his direction, and as I did, he again moved to another area of the store. He was getting more and more uncomfortable, but it was obvious he was enjoying our dialog.

I moved back to the dildos and took one off the rack, and secretly replaced it with one in my purse. “Beth, look here hon,” I said. As she turned towards me, and I also knew I had our friend looking my way too, I took the dildo and began rubbing in on my lips. “Ohhhh, Beth, I want some cock badly.”

Beth said to me, “Put that away, and lets go watch some films.”

“I’ll watch the films, but this cock is coming with us, just in case.” I told her.

We got OK from Stan to use the employee lounge, and as he continued to shake his head, he whispered, “You two are so bad.” He threw us the key, and gave us a wink.

Knowing we still had our friend’s interest, we headed to the employee lounge. I could see down the hallway to the front counter and could see our friend buying tokens for the film stalls in the back. He was hot. Hopefully he wanted to play.

I ducked back in the lounge, and partially closed the curtain that closed the lounge off from the store. The lounge was a small room where the employees were able to kick back and watch their own videos. The room had the usual tables and chairs and two couches in horrid condition, but they would serve the purpose. We made ourselves comfortable on the couch and inserted the first video we saw. Looking back out to the hall, I knew our friend took the small film stall near the lounge, and was in direct earshot of our dialog and could see us. I was getting hot thinking of luring him in here for a good fuck. We started the film and again, in time, resumed our game. 

“Oh Beth, this film is making me so hot. I have got to do something about it.”

Beth fixed on the film, mumbled for me to just “do my thing.” I bumped her arm, to signal it was time to play, and she returned her attention to our game.

“Melanie, want me to touch you like last time?”

“Oh Beth, yes.” Taking off our pants, so our friend would hear us disrobing, I then added, “Beth, I am so wet.”

Both Beth and I were now sitting on the couch with just our panties on, and continued our dialog to further keep our friend’s interest. It wasn’t long before we heard him move to the hallway. He now had a small view of what we were doing.

I whispered to Beth that we now had an audience and we had to do something. Beth who had been so fixated on the movie was now touching herself, and I could see that she was getting to the point of climaxing. I thought I’d better do something, so I began rubbing her crotch over her panties, and instinctively she removed her hand, and allowed me to take over. I moved my hand under her panties, and as I did, Beth moved into a more slouched position thus allowing more access to her wet slit. Beth looked away from the film, and said to me, “Melanie, I want you to get me off.”

I was suddenly very turned on. We had gotten off together, but having a stranger watching us, was such a turn on. With Beth’s assistance, we removed her panties, and I immediately went down on her. The whole event was so erotic. I loved the smell of her sexually aroused pussy, and the taste and feel of Beth’s juices as they were consumed by my tongue and mouth. While I continued to please Beth, I was not aware that our friend was now at the door of the lounge, and had a first hand view of me sucking on Beth’s pussy.

“Ohhh Melanie, fuck me with your tongue.” Beth cried out.

“Yeah fuck her pussy with your tongue,” our friend urged me. 

Startled, I stopped what I was doing and saw him standing over us.

“Don’t stop, fuck her.” He again said.

I was so aroused now finally having him in the room, I dove back into Beth’s pussy and licked and sucked at her aggressively. Beth’s legs came in on my head with force, and with her hips bucking into me, I knew she was going to cum, and cum hard. I pushed my tongue into her wet pussy, and as she came, I felt her juices roll out at me.

“Ohhhh Melanie, that was sooo good.

“Ok now you have to eat her out,” our friend said looking at Beth.

I moved to Beth’s place on the couch, and slid off my panties. Beth followed all his instructions, and was soon licking and sucking my clit. At our friend’s urging, Beth now took out the dildo and was fucking me with it.

“Slower, let her beg for it,” he said. “She’s fucking hot, and she wants to be fucked. Make her beg.”

I could feel my pussy fill with juices, and wanted Beth to fuck me. I looked at our friend and saw he was now stroking his cock. It wasn’t that long I noted, but it was unusually thick. I was more turned on watching him get him self off. 

“Want to taste my cock bitch?” he asked me.

Without waiting for my answer, he moved to the end of the couch, and got on his knees. He moved his cock in my direction, and I took it in my mouth.

“That’s right, lick me. I know you want to taste me. Take in it your mouth.”

He was our director. We both did what he told us to do. The heat was rising, and the smell of sex surrounded us. 

His cock moved in and out of me, and as it did, he grabbed my hair and held on. His cock was shorter than most, so I could take it all, with ease. Beth continued to lick my clit, and had the dildo moving in me at a good pace, fucking me. It didn’t take me long to climax, and when I did, the spasm that rocked me was the most intense I had ever felt. 

Beth moved away from me, and our friend, pulled me up, and told me to bend over the end of the couch. He told Beth to lie down, and open her legs. I was told to go down on her, while he pushed his cock in me. Beth’s juices were so sweet and salty and the blend of them and her sexual scent were so intoxicating. My friend began pumping at my pussy hard, and continually told me how he loved “fucking” my “wet and wild cunt.” I picked up the dildo and was going to start using it on Beth’s pussy, when he told me to “push it her ass.”

I moved my fingers to moisten her ass, and he smacked my ass and said, “Not like that. You’ll lick her ass to get her ready. Lick her ass bitch.” I had never done this before, but did not fight it. As my tongue moved to her hole, I could feel Beth open her legs wide, and she swung one on the back of the couch. 

“Lick her. Push your tongue in her.” He would repeat over and over while smacking my ass with stinging smacks. I could feel the occasional sting, and after the first few, I found I was enjoying them more and more. I even began backing off of Beth’s ass, to instigate his smacking me. My tongue continued to suck and lick her ass, and finally I was allowed to use the dildo on her. Pushing it in, I felt some initial resistance and could hear Beth whine in pain. I tried to go slower, but was told to “Push it now! Fuck her ass. I heard you two out front. I know you both like it there.”

I could feel him withdraw his cock, and as he did, I felt his finger push into my ass. He wasted no time, and soon penetrated my ass with one quick thrust, and began pumping hard into me. 

“Oh yeah, I love your tight little ass.” He yelled out between his gasping. It wasn’t long and I could feel him begin to spasm behind me, and he soon exploded deep in me. His hands grabbing my hips and pulling me hard into him right as he exploded.

“Oh sweet Jesus, oh yeah.” Was all I heard before he pulled out. 

His explosion was soon followed by Beth’s convulsing movements as she too climaxed as I pumped her ass with the dildo. We both moved to a sitting position, and watched him as he began to dress. 

“You two are hot. Next time you want to be fucked, just ask. Don’t waste time playing games.”

He told us he would look for us again next time he passed through town. I thought to myself, that would be too easy, and would spoil our game playing. The best part of the sex was the lure and ultimate capture. Being direct would just spoil everything. ‘No Thanks pal,’ I thought to myself.

He finally left, and Beth and I finished the video, and each other one more time. We then made plans for the next game. Maybe we could be sisters?



The Game



Edited by "Blue Eyed 5ft Angel"

It was bizarre! I will never understand how or why it happened. It must have been the thrill of the unknown. The titillation of something wicked, daring, or sinful... but it happened. 

We crossed over those boundaries leaving our lives forever changed. 

It wasn't planned. We never discussed it and in my wildest dreams I never believed I would have allowed it to happen. 

It was just another summer outing with Tom and Sharon. We have been best of friends from the moment they moved into the neighborhood. The event was nothing out of the ordinary, except our children were away, and it was just the four of us. A pleasant evening with a soft breeze blowing off the water that whispered through the trees. The big orange sun was starting its slow descent onto the horizon as our husbands gathered firewood. They were talking guy stuff occasionally glancing our way.

"Gail, I bet those two are up to no good." Sharon said with a laugh. "Watch out, I'm sure they're up to something sneaky."

"Undoubtedly!" I countered laughing along. 

I was seated on the only bench and Sharon was sitting on the blanket as the guys started the fire while mumbling to each other.

Once it was lit Bob cozy'd up to Sharon instead of coming to sit beside me. 

I laughed at the foolishness, starting to protest when Tom slipped in behind me, putting his arm completely around my chest pulling me back into him. 

My eyes were probably big as saucers as I watched my husband nibble and whisper something into Sharon's ear.

She just stared at Tom while I stared at Bob.

"We decided to play a little game of dare." Tom announced coyly adding. "To see who has the most guts!"

"Well why don't you guys play it by yourselves and give Sharon and I a break." I said trying to wiggle loose from Tom's grasp. 

He held me firm and I was resisting... until I saw Bob plant a kiss, then a lick on the back of Sharon's neck. That's when I gave up the struggle!

Sharon was speechless as Bob looked over to us with an expression of, "OK Tom, your turn."

My capture slid his hands down releasing my second button, pulling my blouse forward and peering down the front at my breasts. 

Shocked wasn't the term for it. I should have jumped up at that moment, yelling they were crazy but before I could react to my absolute outrage at what Tom did Bob was running his hand over the open part of Sharon's tank top letting his fingers slide along under her neckline. 

Her jaw dropped as she looked straight ahead while Bob, with a strange smile on his face dared Tom to go next. 

What was happening here? 

"Stop this!" I yelled. "We can find something better to play." 

A new game was not what they had in mind. 

Sharon tried to stand, but my husband held her back. 

"What are you doing? We're not playing this game." I shouted in what turned out to be a meager protest as I did nothing to stop Tom while he took his time with the rest of my buttons. 

I, like Sharon, was captured in the trance of not believing this was actually taking place. 

My shock at seeing her nipples swell and her breathing became shallow as Bob's hand continued to move back and forth across her chest while they watched Tom with me only added to the confusion. 

Why was this happening and why was I....? 

Just then I felt my blouse being tugged from the waistband of my shorts. 

It was now Tom's turn and for the first time I realized there was a swelling in the front of his jeans. Perspiration was forming on my body, my hands were shaking. I was definitely aroused. 

Tom opened my shirt spreading it back to my shoulders. 

My thin bra provided a better view to Bob and Sharon than to Tom, but I knew if I didn't stop this game instantly his hands would soon be fondling me. 

I wanted to pull my blouse together and run, but before my muscles could react I became mesmerized watching Bob's hand move to one of Sharon's thin straps pushing it off her shoulder. 

Her eyes clamped shut as the neckline of her top caught the hardened nipple, stopping her breast from becoming completely exposed. 

Caught up in the watching, aren't you?" Tom whispered in my ear, as I was riveted on the actions of my husband. 

My mind suddenly snapped to the realization that voyeurism was the fuel that was driving this perverted scene. 

Bob again proceeded to follow the neckline with his fingers squeezing her nipple as his hand crossed over her breast. 

A gasp of air escaped Sharon's lungs, her breast now exposed Bob proceeded to play with her.

It was Tom's turn now.

My stomach was doing flips and my emotions were running out of bounds. I was mad, jealous, turned on all at once. Payback time, I reasoned... Bob deserved what his best friend was going to do next.

My outlandish thoughts hadn't completely registered when Tom's hands were at my shoulders pulling my blouse off. I made it simple by dropping my arms and letting it fall of its own accord. 

His fingers make speedy work unclasping my bra and I didn't stop him as his hands followed around my sides, under my arms, seizing my breasts. 

Shrugging my shoulders forward I allowed my bra to fall away so they could watch Tom mauling me, squeezing and twisting my nipples between his fingers. I loved the look on their faces, but it was only fleeting seconds before Bob had Sharon's other strap pushed off her shoulder and was leaning in sucking on one erect nipple then the other. 

Tom continued to play with my breasts as we watched our mates. 

Sharon's head was thrown back while holding Bob tightly to her breasts. 

Bewitched by their actions I stood and faced Tom pushing my belly towards him. 

No words were needed he knew what I wanted and started unzipping my shorts.

"Your turn to watch us." I sang out undulating my hips into Tom.

I was horrified as the words came tumbling from my mouth. This wasn't me! How could I have said that, but I stood there letting Tom proceed. 

Once he had my shorts over my hips he slid his hands under my panties, playing with my ass. 

I put my hands on his shoulders arching my back to place my nipples in reach of his mouth. My shorts dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them using my foot to flip them towards Bob in a taunting gesture.

"It's your turn." I said perching my pantied bottom down on Tom's lap.

Neither said a word as Sharon stood up. 

Bob reached under her skirt jerking her panties down to her knees. 

Her legs weakened as my husband's hands slid up Sharon's thighs disappearing under her garment. 

The smell of her aroused sex became obvious as she latched onto Bob for balance.

It was our turn. 

Tom stood me up but I stopped him before he could remove my panties. This had gone too far! 

I needed to shock my husband into reality so he would call a halt to this little game. 

I removed Tom's hands from my waist and reached for his zipper hoping this would do the trick. 

The reaction I wanted never came. Their expressions were daring me to continue. 

My mind was out of control when I reached in grabbing Tom's cock, pulling it out into the cool night air. 

I kept waiting but nothing was said so I continued, using both hands to rub and stroke it while pulling his cock to my lips, kissing the end, letting them see my tongue run over the tip. 

I turned looking for the jealous reaction that would stop this whole perverted scene, knowing if it didn't come quickly under the unwritten rules of this game I would have to continue licking Tom's swelling cock. 

Not a word, just the sight and smell of lust. 

I reluctantly took Tom's organ into my mouth and sucked for a few brief moments.

"Your turn!" I blurted out pulling his cock from my mouth as his precum spun a web from his tip to my lips.

Oh My God! I wasn't thinking clearly. There was only one act beyond this and I just gave them permission... My husband and my best friend! 

Tom's knees were wobbling as he came crashing down onto the bench when I realized I was still rubbing his cock while watching Sharon push Bob over onto his back on the blanket. 

She unhooked his pants pulling them and his underwear completely off. 

I could see Bob was rock hard as Sharon grabbed his cock straddling him. Her skirt covered their movements as she worked around on top of him. Her hand was still under her skirt. 

Maybe she was positioning his manhood so as not to let it enter her. 

All of a sudden her eyes closed, her mouth flew open and she sat very still before a slow but deliberate rocking motion began as she leaned back placing her hands on Bob's thighs for support. 

My head was spinning. This wasn't happening. My best friend wouldn't be screwing my husband right in front of me! 

Tom's voice startled me and I knew it was true as his words vibrated in my ears.

"Come on.. You have to show us!" he egged them on.

Sharon hesitated for a moment then sheepishly lifted her skirt. Bob's cock was all the way inside her.

Tom pushed me to my hands and knees as we watched them fucking.

I don't remember my panties being removed before he entered me. 

I cried out with lust as he took me with one full thrust. 

This was only the second man I had ever been with and now I was questioning why I waited so long.

The spectacle was so hot we all came in a matter of seconds but after a brief rest we were ready for more. 

Bob and Sharon played with one another while they watched Tom and I doing the same. 

Voyeurism definitely fueled the flames of lust giving each couple time to rest between fuckings.

"How long had you two been scheming this little adventure?" I asked my husband when we were finally alone on the drive home. "And how in the hell did the idea ever come up?" 

"About two months ago I guess." he answered with a sly grin looking over to me.

"Was it everything the two of you imagined it would be?" I asked curiously while adjusting in my seat.

"Even Better!" Bob boasted as he put a gentle hand on my knee. "Are you OK?"

"I'm not sure. I just spent an evening screwing another man while you watched." I answered as the realization of what happened hit me. " I've never done it that many times in a row. I've never made love to anyone but you... " Wait... I had to think about that. I did not make love with Tom. It was only raw unbridled sex... I was rubbing my head in a daze. " I'm not sure what I'm feeling."

"But did you enjoy it?" He kept prodding me.

My pussy was alive with tingles and quivering as I recalled Tom's cock inside my orifices while I watched my best friend fucking my husband.

"Bob..." I stammered afraid to blurt out the whole truth. 

" Oh God Yes! I would have never believed it but I loved it from the moment Tom started unbuttoning my blouse!" 

My floodgate burst open and my deepest thoughts came rushing out. 

" I was just scared and wasn't sure what was happening. Watching you and Sharon was...was... I got so turned on. Even though my mind was screaming 'NO' I wanted it to continue. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it. " I confessed in a breathless pant.

"Would you do it again?" Bob asked blankly, squeezing my leg.

I just stared at him. "Right now all I want is to make love with you."

"I'm going to pull over so we can fuck in the car like we did when we were dating!" He blurted out steering off the road.

In no time I was naked lying on the seat with one leg over the steering column and the other over the back of the front seat. 

As Bob mounted me I brought my legs around his back riding him to another fabulous orgasm.

Still coupled to him I whispered, "I can't believe you got so hard again after fucking Sharon so many times." 

"It was the vision of watching you fuck Tom that got me so hard." He offered adding," You haven't answered my last question. Will you do it again?"

He was slowly pumping inside me as we spoke. I could feel his flaccid cock returning to life.

"Bob I don't know. It was... I just..." I stammered searching through the realm of mixed emotions.

"Will you do it again!" He drilled me, pulling back, looking into my glazed eyes.

"Is that what you want?" I asked, my lower lip quivering as I felt his cockhead spearing into my cervix.

"I want to see you fucking other men." He yelled thrusting into me harder and harder in an almost animalistic rage.

"You mean other men besides Tom?' I groaned meeting his thrusts. " Does this mean you want to fuck other women?"

I was bucking and jerking beneath him fueled by thoughts and words and the possibility of unbridled sex!

That did it! Our bodies were wrenching in yet another orgasm. This time coming together! 

I was amazed he was still hard and after a brief moment he started fucking me again.

"I really don't care about other women." He panted while riveting into me, "If they're there fine. I just want to see you fucking other men!" 

He was using me like he had never used me before. It felt as if he was going to rip me apart. 

" Will you continue to fuck other men for me?" He kept prodding with the questions as he hammered into me. Our juices were slushing between our clamped groins, running down the crack of my ass, pooling on the seat.

"Holly shit Bob. How often do you want me fucking with others?" 

I couldn't believe my own ears. Was I beginning to submit to this? My body was on fire with lust at the mere sound of the word fuck. 

"I don't know. Just like tonight when we're out with another couple or by ourselves we could look for a willing partner." His face was grimacing as he pumped faster and harder the more he spoke.

"What about Tom and Sharon?" I croaked as he pistoned into me grinding the base of his thick cock into my pubic bone.

"Yes I want Tom fucking you and I'm sure Sharon would be game some of the time." he groaned as his body tensed. " But I want to see you fucking other men too."

"OK! OK! I will, but there has to be a limit. I don't want to start doing this every night." 

As soon as I agreed he blew off again. There wasn't any cum, but his orgasm was powerful. 

What have I agreed to? 

Bob slowly lifted himself up. We were both pretty sore by this time making our way home without the urge to stop again. We were just plain fucked out. 

The next morning I woke Bob telling him we needed to talk. 

We had delved into a world of swinging last night and I had made promises in the heat of passion. Did Bob really want to carry through with his?

"About last night Honey. We really need to discuss this." I said apprehensively. " Do you really want me... You know... Continue?"

Bob took me in his arms sliding his hands over my breasts, pulling and pinching on my nipples. They were sore so I brushed his hands away. I could feel his cock against my leg getting stiff as he moved his mouth over my breasts kissing them. 

He wanted to mount me again?

"Bob I can't believe you. How can you do this again after last night? I'm so sore I don't know if I can." I whined as my pussy broke out in tingles recalling last night.

He laid half way on top of me licking my nipples while his hand gently rubbed over my mound. 

I was sopping wet in no time.

"You liked last night and you want to continue don't you?" he said teasing my nipples with his teeth.

"Well..." I answered hesitantly," Last night was wonderful, but I'm not sure I can be that type of wife."

Bob bit my nipple before releasing it, "You mean fucking other men besides Tom?"

"Yes!" I screamed out as my nipple jerked for Bob's mouth.

"You won't know until you give it a try Sweetie." He said coyly as he gently eased his hard cock between my wet thighs.

I found myself opening to him. All this talk was making me horny. Sore or not I wanted him again.

"Bob!! Last night was fun with Sharon and Tom and I want to do it again." I whispered as I wrapped my legs around his waist drawing him deep inside. " We can play with them and maybe add another couple, but I don't think I can go out and pick up other men to screw."

Bob looked down into my flushed face, seeing in my eyes what I so desperately tried to conceal.

"I think you can." He whispered thrusting his hard cock deep inside me as my juices gushed out from between our clenched groins." Do you realize how sopping wet your pussy is just talking about it?"

He was right and we both knew it.

"OK we can try it." I said giving in to his pressure. " However if it doesn't turn out as we planned we'll stop." 

My thoughts were racing. Visions of unfamiliar cocks invading my body while Bob watched were filling my mind. 

"If the first one doesn't work out we'll just try another." Bob said grinning as he brought me to a tremendous orgasm.

I knew my fate was set and secretly I couldn't wait to get started.

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I want to take a moment and thank the "Blue Eyed 5ft Angel" for her contribution and editing of this story. "Blue Eye's" you're the greatest!
VB



The Game



Note-I can be SOOOOO dumb. I should know better about the twins age difference, out of common sense, and my Dad is a twin.

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"It's SOOOO great to see you," Michelle squealed. "Come in," her twin ushered.

Her 21 year old twin walked inside. Her name was Wendy. She has blue eyes and straight blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back. Some people called her Claudia, after the supermodel Claudia Schiffer. Her body was slim with perky breasts. B cup. She wished they could be bigger like her sister's, but they could still turn people's heads. Her waist was her proudest feature, with fairly nice thighs, long legs, and a ass to die for. She's noticed men,(and some woman,) staring at her as she walked down the hall of her college. 

Wendy looked around her sibling's house, mesmerized. "MY GOD. You have such a nice place."

"Thanks." 

The teen walked down the hall, fixing her gaze on a picture of them, putting their arms around each other.

"I remember this. It was the best day of my life." She felt breathing on her neck.

"I remember it, too." Michelle whispered in her ear. Her hands groping her butt. "It was the day I made you a women." Her hands slowly rubbed her silk bottom. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

"Aren't you expecting Nora?"

The lovely woman wasn't listening. She grabbed her sister's snatch and massaged it through the tight black material.

"OH. Just like that. Finger me." she muttered.

The blonde's expert fingers slid down her pants and traveled around her shaved entrance.

"Mmmm. Make me cum on her hand, nasty slut."

Her fingers quickened at the mention of "slut." She was pushing her digits into Wendy so fast that her teen sister's bottom was slapping against her cunt. "You like that, don't you?" she hissed.

"YESSS. I'M SOOOOO WET. Can you feel my juices?"

"UM HUM. CUM, YOU DIRTY GIRL." Her sister thumped her organ against her twin's backside, pretending she had a cock.

I'M CUUMMING." she announced.

Just then they heard a knock on the door.

"GREAT. Perfect timing, as always, Nora." The blondes composed themselves, before Michele opened the door. "Hi, cous." she said, beet red.

She waved. Their cousin wasn't much of a talker. She had shiny brunette hair that went to the middle of her back. People told her she looked like Jennifer Aniston before her haircut. "I though I heard noises."

"Nope," Wendy said, trying to conceal her embarrassment.

"GOD, Micky, you look so hot. Do you have a temp?"

"I'll be alright." However, she was still looked beet red.

"Bull. I know you would never complain of being sick, even if you are."

Stupid nurses, always so protective.

"I can't take thermometer's orally." she lied.

Nora knew this to be a lie, However, she nodded. "Ok, well have to do this rectally." 

OH MY. she thought exited. She LOVED anal, even if it was a little plastic utensil.

Her older cousin, 23, fumbled in her purse. "Here it is. Never can be too prepared." she shook the small tube. "Here we go. Ready?" Without waited for a response the lovely woman buried the thermometer up her hole.

"Ouch." she squealed, in mock pain.

"Relax." she soothed, rubbing a cheek. 

Wendy just observed this right in front of her twin. Mine, this is hot. However, she kept her hands folded in front of her chest, trying desperately not to touch herself.

SPANK.

UM. "Hey, what's the deal, cous?"

"Sorry. Just keeping you awake." She watched intensely as her relatives ass shook. Why is this turning me on? she wondered. "Ok, all done." she released the thermometer from her cousin's anus. Looking at it, she looked upset.

"What's wrong? I'm not sick?"

She smiled at Michelle. "Your fine." 

"Told ya."

Wendy chimed up for the first time since Nora came in. "How about we play a game."

Her twin pulled up her black Jeans. "What kind of game?" she asked, sitting down on the couch. "OW." she winced.

"That doesn't hurt.

"Truth or Dare." I love that game."

"All right. You go first."

"K." The beauty looked longingly at Michelle. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

Tease. 

"Answer the question." the twin unabashedly pinched both nipples. "Oh."

"Y-yes." she stuttered, getting flushed again from looking at her sister.

"That's so naughty." Wendy whispered, rubbing her crotch. "YEAH. It is REALLY nasty."

Their cousin just stared, shock at her relatives bold behavior. "What are you doing?"

Michele looked at her lovely sibling. "Ok, Wend. Same question."

She put her hands under her tights. She violently shoved her fingers inside her tunnel. "YEAH." she squealed. "OH GOD, YES. I LOOVE A WOMAN'S TOUCH." the beautiful vixen had her eyes shut. "FINGER MY PUSSY, SIS." she barked.

Michelle coughed.

"What's she talking about?" the brunette asked, confused.

"I-I'm n-not sure." she shyly looked at her cousin. "I-um..."she just gave up and kissed her. She put a hand on Nora's waist.

Nora was stunned by this situation, however she kissed her back. Not as a relative, but hot and hard, like a lover.

"Mmmmm." they groaned. 

"YESSS. I'M CUMMING." they heard the blonde screech. "AHHHH." Wendy's massive eruption exploded around her hand and dribbled down her creamy white thigh.

Nora took the initiative and pooped her tongue in her cousin's mouth. She was forcing herself on Michelle so furiously that the blonde fell flat on her back. At last their kiss broke. "Your so lovely." she panted.

"I love you to." the teenager put her finger in the brunette's waistband and pulled them to her knees.

The teen kicked them off.

The twins cousin put her lips on the beauties thigh and nuzzled it.

"OHHHH. LICK ME." she whimpered.

The lovely older woman grabbed the her by her hips to steady her and slowly licked her silky thigh.

"YESSS. MAKE ME CUM." Michelle arched her back and grabbed the back of Nora's head. "FUCKING BITCH." she roared. "EAT ME." 

She teased her wet entrance with her tongue. circiling it.

"YEAH. I LOOVE IT." Michelle barked. She humped her face violently. "UM. GOD. NASTY GIRL. YOU LIKE MY CUNT?"

"UMPH." 

The blonde closed her eyes and shoved her wetness into her cousin harder, getting a gag reflex from her.

"OH. I LOVE IT. GAG ON MY PUSSY." she gave the woman one final thump. "I'M CUMMING." she screamed. Micheele opened her eyes. "AHHHH." The teenager lowered her gaze and looked at her relative as she lapped up her sticky filth. "Lick it." she insisted. "Clean me up."

As she licked the last drop, Nora straightened herself out.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you, too." she responded, and gave her a quick peek on her moist lips. "Wait here." she said, as a wicked grin graced her lips. Getting up, she grabbed her twin by the wrist. "Come with me." 

They walked down the hall and went into the bathroom. 

As the door shut, the brunette turned her attention to her tits. "Mmmm." she groaned, squueezing her large nipples. "Oh, Mic." she muttered. "Lick my breasts." Nora massagged her chest and watched them bounce under the touch. One thing that they all were blessed with is large jugs. She tortured her boobs for 5 more minutes. Geeting angry, she wheeled around on the couch. "What the hell is taking so long? Constipated?"

Just then the lovely nurse heard the twins giggling uncontrolably.

"What's so funny?" Just then she got the answer. The 2 sister's walked into the hall wearing huge black strap-on's. They were laughing because they were about to break their cousin into this tremendous pleasure. "Oh my." she said, astonished. "I don't know if I can take that."

Wendy just stroked Nora's hair, which was matted to her shoulders after the exercise she just recieved. "Hush. Will take good care of you."

Her sister nodded. "That's right." The teen massagged her leg. "We would never hurt you. Well..."she grinned.

"Get up." the lovely girl commanded.

Nora obeyed.

The lovely teenager took her cousisn's place on the sofa. "Now." she snapped her fingers and pointed to the cock. "Sit."

The woman bend down and the plastic tickled her anus. "NOOOOO." she sqealed.

"Shut up." Wendy grabbed her waist and impaled her hole on the device.

"OW." she whined.

The beauty ignored her and thrust her hips on the didldo harder. "NASTY WHORE." she hissed. "OH. Your ass is soooo tight."

As it should be, since this was the first time I've had something up my poop chute. 

Micheele just gaved, lovingly at the sight. She stared at their cousin with glazed eyes. "You like that?"

No response

The blonde grabbed her by a lock of hair. Michelle hissed "I said, do you like it?"

"YESSSS." she lied.

This only enraged the twin more. She violently pulled Nora's hair again. "Don't you lie to me, slut."

"I LOVVE IT." she whaled. This time it was the truth.

"SUCK IT." the teen commanded.

Nora bend over and Wendy pounded into her shitter harder. "YEAH. YOUR SO HOT." she screamed in enthusiasm. Her own hips were furiously bucking against their relatives.

The older girl put her lips on the strap-on and teased the blonde with her outer lips.

"SUCK IT." she grabbed the back of her head and forced the cock to enter Nora's mouth.

"UMPH." she grumbled, shocked. As she was giving the teenager a blowjob, the brunette put a finger in her pussy.

"Yeah. Finger yourself." the younger girl commanded. "Make yourself cum."

Wendy was still stabbing the penis into her rectum. "Oh. Yes. You like it?" It was a rhetorical question. "Nasty girl." She thumped her bowels harder with each new thrust. She was shaking so fast that her soft breasts we rubbing against their relatives back. "OH MY GOD." she screetch.

Nora was pumping also violently pumping her finger in her cunt.

"Um." she moaned between the dildo. 

Michelle was bucking her hips harshly. "Nasty whore. You like that cock?" She pulled it half way out, then shoved it in, gaging the older woman. Her moist tongue licked the length of the plastic. The brunette opened her mouth to show this to her cousin.

"Yeah. Lick it."

Their relative seductively twirled her tongue in a full circle and slowly licked the tip. As she finished the chore her tongue made a long trail of saliva which looked like pre-cum. "I'M CUUMING." she announced, as Nora gave her twat one last thrust. "AHHHHH." Just then the rest of her juices spille on her hand. "I love you guys." the vixen aditted, offering a finger to Wendy, who greatly accepted it. "Suck my jism." 

The teen gave her cousin a innocent glance as she seductivly cleaned of her digit. "Um." she said, VERY pleased.

"What about me?" Michelle whined.

Nora faced her and popped a finger in her mouth.

Her lovely blue eyes sweetly looked at the older beauty with heated passion. Her tongue also did amazing tricks on her cum-stained finger. As it twirled in a cirle, the teenager groped their cousin's large breast.

"UM." they chimed.

At last she had the entire finger clean. 

"You guys are the BEST." Nora mutterd, giving Michelle one final wet kiss. She twisted her body around and longingly kissed Wendy. Then they all exchaned a hot kiss. 

The 3 lovely women composed themselves and hugge good-byes. "Plase cum back. Your ALWAYS welcome.

"We will." Wendy and Nora chanted. They walke out the door and got in their cars. As they started the engine, both waved. Finally, they were gone.

Note-I apologies for the length of this story. I hate long stories. I am grateful to those that took the time to read it. I hope it kept your attention, if you know what I mean. Feedback is welcome.



The Game



The room is lit with candles placed on every available space, the headboard, the night stands, and dressers...the blinds are closed to make the room very dark and I'm waiting there...waiting for you to come home. I have a very special night planned just for the two of us! 

I'm laying on the bed, dressed in nothing but a smile, high heels and rose pedals when I hear the door open. I can hear you drop your keys on the hall table near the door and open the closet to hang your coat. I hear you softly chuckle as you finally notice the rose pedals lining the floor... your soft footfalls finally I hear coming down the hall... 

"Finally" I think to myself...starting to squirm on the bed to try to relieve some tension in my cunt..."he's coming." I giggle out loud because I know... he may be walking down the hall... but he definitely isn't cumming yet... just wait. 

I lay there, with my legs crossed at the ankle, and wait on the bed for him to reach the room. I can hear his footfalls getting closer and finally, there he is...standing in the doorway... letting his eyes roam around the room and over my naked body... 


My nipples peak to attention and my tongue slowly comes out of my mouth to lick my lips. 

"Hi honey, welcome home" I purr, slowly uncrossing my legs and getting up on my knees, "why don't you come and say hello." 

As he walks over to the bed, my hands slid down my body to my cunt and dip inside. I want to show him how turned on I am and how horny I've gotten while waiting for him to get home. Slowly I pull my fingers out and lift them up to my lips, my tongue flicks out to taste the juices. 

"MMMmmmmm, want a taste, lover" I murmur as I lift my hand to his lips when he gets to the bed; softly moaning as he sucks my fingers into his hot mouth. 

"Un un un, just a taste, don't be greedy now" I whisper. I slip my fingers from his mouth to reach down to untie his tie. "You have to agree right now to do anything and everything I want...are you game?" 

As I slowly remove his jacket and start to unbutton his shirt, he speaks for the first time since entering the room..."Whatever you want baby, your wish is my command." 

I take a look down to see his cock is definitely at attention and straining against his slacks..."First things first, lets get those pants off." I slowly work off his shirt and reach down to unzip his pants, rubbing the bulge in the front as I go, "Step out please." 

I pull him onto the bed to lay lengthwise and place a pillow under his head. I let my breasts brush against his mouth as I lean forward to grab first one, then the other arm so that I can wrap the silk ties I had placed there earlier around his wrists. His tongue flicks out to capture a nipple and although it feels really good, I quickly pull away. "You are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you that you can, understand?" I tell him in a stern voice. 

He simply smiles and nods his head, wondering what I have in store for him I'm sure. 

I reach beside the bed to grab one of the props I had placed there...a blindfold. I place a quick kiss on his eyelids to close both of his eyes and quickly tie the blindfold around his head. I notice that he is about to speak and lean down to close his mouth the best way I know how. I slant my lips sideways, giving him my lips and tongue, I make the kiss last so long that both of us are panting as I come up for air..."no talking either." 

My lips move down the side of his neck, across his chest until I reach his nipples. They are hard little nubs sitting in amongst his hairy chest. I love a hairy chest! My lips search them out until am able to wrap my lips around them and suck hard. My teeth come into play and I feel him arch his back as at the same time I lower my hand to grasp his staining cock in my hand, slowly stroking from stem to stern. 

I lick his nipples to take away the sting as he moans aloud. My hand starts to move a bit faster on his straining penis. I let my mouth start to wander down to his flat stomach. My tongue dips into his belly button and I breath in deep through my nose...I'm starting to smell the musky scent of his arousal. 

I move my lips down to him and slowly suck just the tip into my hot mouth. My tongue licks right at the head to get that first taste of cum... how I love that first taste. As my hand moves up and down him, I start to take more and more of his cock into my mouth. He's groaning and straining against the bonds, I know, wanting to place his hands onto my head to make me move faster, suck harder... but I want him to suffer just a bit. 

Grabbing the other pillow I had placed at the bottom of the bed, I ask him to lift his ass so that I can place it underneath. "Are you hot yet honey," I say as I move the pillow under his hips, "do you want to come yet?" Knowing how much he loves me to talk to him, especially when he's blindfolded, I tell him, "do you know what I'm going to do now, huh...what did you say?" 

"Oh you think I should play with your ass as I suck your hard cock do you?" I chuckle, "maybe I should make you wait, you haven't really been home that long or suffered that much yet." 

"Oh, you poor baby," I giggle as I hear him swear while his hips start to move in rhythm to my strokes on his dick. 

"Spread you legs" I demand, "I want to fuck your hot little ass with my tongue." Leaning down I use my legs to help him spread his legs and trying to keep my hand moving, I slowly take his balls into my mouth, lightly sucking on them and moving my tongue around. His groans are getting louder and I know that he is getting closer to cumming as his balls are moving up closer to his body. 

I slowing draw them out of my mouth and slip out my tongue to play with the skin between his bag and his asshole. Moving my way closer to where I want to be, I rim his hole and slowly start to slip it in. Little darts at first, then trying to jam in up there but he is squirming around too much now...and I'm getting too fuckin' horny to wait any longer. 

"I need to taste your cum!" I make my way back to his cock, the head is purple and his hips are moving up and down. Taking his full length to the back of my throat, I suck as hard as I can while fingering his ass. I move my head up and down as fast as I can after saying, "fuck my face, shove your hard dick into my mouth so that I can taste your hot cum." 

"Cum for me sexy, your baby wants to lick up your cream." 

His body arches as his cock explodes into my mouth...his cream leaks out from between my lips...I can't swallow fast enough to take it all in. I move my mouth to the very top and suck lightly on him, as I know that he will be very sensitive right now. I lick up and down lightly like I would a ice cream cone...making sure I don't miss any of his lovely cum. 

I slowly move my way up his body until again, I can reach his lips. I want to share the taste of his cum. I slowly lick his lips open until I can shove my tongue into his mouth while bringing up my hand to remove the blindfold. "Welcome home baby, I hope you liked your surprise?" I ask. 

I remove his wrist restraints quickly so that I can take his hand in mine to move it down my body to my hot, dripping cunt.

"God, can you please take care of this for me...I've been waiting for you soooo long to get home and I wanted to save all of my orgasms just for you, so didn't even masturbate?" I plead. 

Growling, his fingers spreading me open, he slowly circles my clit, purposely missing it I'm sure and in a move I wasn't expecting, flips me over so that I am on the bottom now and quickly grabs my hands and begins to tie them over my head to the posts. 

"Turn about if fair play sweetie" he grins, "just you wait your turn...."



The Game



My wife Lisa and I were sitting on the couch, talking. Nothing of any particular importance, just our usual random conversation. We were watching football, since it was Sunday, and this was our usual event for the day. We didn't have to work, and the kids were spending a week at my parents' home out of state. We were watching the Cowboys, as they are our favorite team, since both of us are from around there. I was watching the game, when out of the blue my wife looked up and said.

"Is there something else you want to do?" She asked, even though she knew that she would get her way, which wasn't necessarily bad.

"Why? Is there something you have in mind?" I replied despite knowing the answer, and knowing she would get her way.

"Well, I just thought that maybe we could do something, more adult. I was talking with my girlfriends and they told me about this great game we could play."

"Well what is this game?" I asked, knowing it would deal with kinky sex, as that is all my wife and her friends ever talk about, which means that I have the coolest wife ever. One thing you have to understand is that my wife and I have a very open relationship and have others participate in our lovemaking. Her girlfriends are all single, and have nice bodies. They are all pretty regular looking girls, none are especially pretty, and likewise none are ugly. They are all different body types.

"The game involves all 6 of us in one room, with the lights off."

"OK, sounds good."

"Now all of us girls will be dressed in outfits that give easy access, short skirts, or whatever. You will be wearing nothing, so that you will have very easy access. The lights are out so you don't know who it is you're thrusting those 9 inches into." When she said 9 inches, she grabbed my cock through my pants, and traced the outline with her finger.

"That sounds great and all, but I don't see how that is a game." I said, questioningly. I'm not sure why I questioned this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Wait, it wasn't a good idea at the time at all, I was questioning a game, which allowed me to have sex with 5 different women, and my wife was completely cool with it.

"Well, the game part comes that after you find one of us, we then put on a strap-on, and try to find the girls who haven't been taken yet. The last girl gets anything that she wants for 30 minutes from the girl who gets caught first." She raised her eyebrows when she said anything for effect.

"How do we know who the last girl is if it's in the dark?" I asked.

"Well, there is a 30 minutes time limit, if after 30 minutes more than one girl has not been taken, then both will get what they want."

"Sounds like a good game to me, when are we going to play?"

"How about tonight?" She replied, having a look of complete excitement on her face.

"Fine with me."

"Great, let me call them, they'll be so excited." She yelled, while running out of the room. I just went back to watching the game, but had to find a way to sit comfortably with a raging hard-on.

Well, the time came along, although incredibly slowly, and all of her friends had shown up, they all had extremely short skirts on, and tight tops which hugged their fit bodies. Mary was the curvy one, Tina the tallest, Magen the skinniest, and Jenny, who was somewhat in between. My wife quickly took charge, as that is just the way she is with the group.

"Girls, we already know the rules, so now take off your panties, and be sure you have your weapon with you. Oh, and one more rule through, if someone grabs you, you have to stop, if the person has a cock, just submit yourself and take it. If both of you have cocks, just keep going, and if neither of you do, then keep moving. If you run into people doing it, then that counts as being caught. You will stand there and wait until they are done, and then you will be done by both people you interrupted. I guess everyone is ready, so lets' get started." She said, and al of us got up, we closed all the doors in the room, disconnected our phone, and took anything breakable into another room. The girls then stood in the middle of the bedroom, I walked over to the light switch, turned it off, and counted slowly to 10, as I was doing this I could hear giggling, and bodies running into each other. 

Even after counting, I stood there a minute, letting my eyes attempt to adjust in the dark, when someone bumped into me. I reached my arms out and grabbed the body in front of me. There was a yelp of surprise from the girl I just grabbed, I had to fumble around to get us orientated as to where was what. I grabbed her and put her back to the wall, spread her legs around my hips and entered her already wet cunt. With my cock still raging from earlier, I knew I wouldn't last long. She wrapped her legs and arms around me, I didn't know who it was, but I did know that it wasn't my wife. She was moaning loudly, and I could fell the walls of her pussy contracting against my throbbing cock. Her entire body stiffeneed, and she came loudly, violently. I continued thrusting, driving my cock hard into her pussy until it throbbed and finally, exploded inside her, erupting with cum all over her inner self. I let her know she was the first that I caught.

"Damn," She replied, "It's fun to be submissive, but I still wanted to have a slave girl to do whatever I wanted her to do."

"Maybe next time, for right now, strap-on, and try to get some" I said. I slapped her ass playfully, hoping to encourage her for what she was going to do.

After recovering for a moment, I realized I still had no clue what was going on. I began walking around in the room, and found that I still couldn't see anything. Then there was a loud sound, it was moaning, which only added to the surreallness of the scene. I was walking in the room, being careful of not walking into any furniture. The moaning was louder, although I wasn't sure as to whether or not the volumewas increasing, and bumped into, and nearly tripped over, something. I managed to catch myself. I then realized that it wasn't something, but someone, and began frantically reaching out trying to make contact again. I reached, and grabbed hair, I began to walk toward it, still reaching out, and finally grabbing her by the arm. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I heard, and then followed like Lemming (wasn't that a great game on the Nintendo?) and fell onto the bed directly on top of her. Quickly taking advantage, I managed to grab her legs and spread them. I inserted my hardening cock and grabbed her wrists, putting them over he head and holding them over her head, holding them there, as I began thrusting faster and faster, making sure my cock was being driven into her pussy. The excitement of the chase was a real turn-on. She had her legs spread and she wrapped them tightly around me, pushing my hips down into her. Then I felt someone run into me, I grabbed backward and moved my hand down her stomach, and moved it down, rubbing her, and finding that she had not been taken yet, and rubbed her pussy. I pulled her onto the bed, and bent her over the side. I then went back to what I had been doing. The anticipation of knowing that I had another girl ready after I had finished this one, made me quicken my pace, as I wanted to have time to enjoy both of their pussies. 

I thrust faster inside of her, then slowly came inside her, slowly, letting the cum lubricate her as I pushed in and out. I pulled out of her, and sat on the bed for a second, and began to rub the other girl's pussy, slowly fingering her. I then put my fingers in her asshole, lubricating her asshole for my impending entry. I then felt another hand rubbing the girl's pussy, I realized it was the girl whom I had just conquered. I felt both of their breasts, and realized that the girl who had run into me was my wife, and I was about to have a threesome with her and another girl. I laid back onto the bed, with my wife's asshole ready and waiting, and entered her, slowly, as I didn't want to hurt her, but my cock was not hard yet, so it slid in quite easily. The girl with the strap-on then entered my wife's dripping cunt, we had nearly gotten her to orgasm just from fingering her. I felt the end of her strap-on rubbing against walls of her pussy, and could feel her rhythm against my cock, which was growing rapidly inside my wife's asshole. We began pumping inside of her, filing her. This continued, as my cock began to throb, when the "bring, bring" of the alarm went off, and the lighters came on. We stopped, I'm not sure why precisely, but we did stop.

"Wow, no wonder you were so loud," one of my wife's friends said, seeing her position and the pleasure she was receiving from it. Both of her friends had their strap-ons in hand, obviously jacking off. "Also, she was the last girl to be caught, which means she is the winner, and gets me as her prize." The girl that I caught first said, happily. Both were very excited, and I could see the wheels turning in my wife's head, contemplating what she could have her slave do for 30 minutes. A smile came across her face, she winked at me, grabbed her friend's hand, and led her into the bathroom. 



The Game



"See anyone you like?" He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

I smiled and took a sip of my drink then quickly scanned the bar. I loved this game. 

"He's not too bad...." I nodded toward a good looking young man sitting alone at the end of the bar, a few seats away from where I sat. Almost as if he had heard us, the young man glanced in our direction and shyly smiled at me before turning back to whatever he was watching on the television. 

"He looks a little shy" Brad commented. "I wonder what he would think if he knew you weren't wearing panties?" 

"Hmm....he would probably think I'm a whore. What do you think of the fact that I'm not wearing panties?"

"I have the advantage here, I know you're a nasty little whore."

"And how would you know such a thing?" I asked as seductively as I could.

"Only a nasty little whore would come into a bar, wearing a short skirt with stockings and no panties, and think of fucking a stranger sitting across the bar. Only a nasty little whore would let me do this in a room full of people." His hand crept slowly up my thigh, stopping briefly at the top of my stocking to let out a soft moan, before pushing my legs a little further apart to reach my pussy. 

"Is that so?" I asked, scooting toward him and spreading my legs even more. 

"Only a nasty little whore would be so wet before I even touched her." His finger parting my lips and sliding slowly inside. 

"Perhaps" I whispered.

I looked around the bar again, to see if anyone could notice. As far as I could tell, the entire room was oblivious that I sat there with a finger buried in my cunt. I looked over at the young man again to catch him staring at me. I wondered briefly if he could tell, then turned my attention back to the matter at hand. I scooted to the edge of my seat to give him better access. 

"What were you looking at" Brad asked. 

"Nothing...." I replied coyly.

"Maybe you should go sit next to him."

"Maybe I should." Knowing very well that I wasn't moving from this spot. We played this game occasionally, but that's all it was…..a game.

I squirmed in my seat as he continued teasing me, giving me just enough to make me want more. Stopping occasionally to take a drink of his beer or touch his fingers to my lips, giving me a taste of my own pussy. 

"See him staring at you" he asked.

I glanced over at the young man as I started grinding my cunt against his fingers. 

"Thinking of his mouth on your pussy, aren't you, slut?" 

I averted my eyes back to Brad, watching his face, wondering if I should answer. My eyes moved down until I noticed his cock very visibly straining against his trousers. I reached down, brushing my fingers against his fly until he grabbed my hand and forced my fingers around his cock through his pants. 

"Do you like doing this to me?" He growled. 

"I'm thinking of this," I said, firmly taking hold of his swollen shaft, leaning in inches from his face. He withdrew his hand, gently pushed me away, took a long swig of his beer and calmly said "Don't lie to me, whore. In know how hungry you are. Your hot pussy always needing attention." His hand worked back up my thigh, touching the bare skin of my smooth pussy, running his finger up and down the slit, always stopping just short of my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing and the power he possessed over me. I lifted my hips off the barstool, attempting for force him to touch me there, but he pulled his hand away. I was so wet I could feel the juices start to run down my legs. He reached for my drink, took a sip and deliberately pulled an ice cube from between his lips. He rolled it between his fingers for a moment until it lay flat against his fingers. Quickly, his hand moved under my skirt and he pressed the ice cube directly against my clit. 

"Maybe this will cool you off" he muttered. 

"Fuck!" I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. 

He pressed harder, circling the ice around my clit with his fingers until it melted to nothing. 

"He's looking at you again. There's no way he can see your face and not know what you're doing."

I didn't care. I pushed my hips forward, but he pulled his hand away again. His teasing was getting to be too much. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the guy at the end of the bar stand up and walk toward the men's room. Brad followed my eyes. 


"Go get him." 

"OK" But remained in my seat. 

"I'm serious."

"Uh huh" I muttered, getting even more wet by the moment.

I stood up, prepared to call his bluff. I hesitated, waiting for him to tell me to sit back down. He watched me intently as I turned toward the bathroom and swatted my ass as I walked away. I would show him, I would go into the men's room, act as though I thought it were the women's room for a moment then make my exit. Nervously, I slowly opened the door. His back was to me as he used the latrine. I took note how nicely his ass filled his jeans. A little harmless flirting couldn't hurt, I thought as I made my way across the room, wondering how he didn't notice my heels clicking against the tile. I took a seat on the edge of the sink counter, leaned back to rest on my hands, crossed my legs and waited. He turned toward the sink and his eyes widened as he noticed me there. 

"Wha….." He stammered. Brad was right, this guy was a little on the shy side.

"Hello" I all but purred as I re-crossed my legs in the opposite direction, making sure he had a clear view of my cunt in the process. At a loss, he stood there not sure what to do. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but couldn't help myself, and besides, it was Brad's fault for teasing me and getting me in such a state. I came to my senses and stood to leave. 

"Not so fast." He said as I took a step toward the door just as he grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against me. I was getting the feeling that he wasn't shy at all. He pushed me down to me knees as he reached for his fly to unzip his pants to release his throbbing cock. I opened my mouth to protest as he grabbed the shaft with one hand and my hair with the other and pushed his cock between my lips. Holding my hair, he slowly and deliberately he fucked my mouth, letting the head slide against my tongue until it pushed to the back of my throat. I opened my eyes to look up at him and from the corner of my eye saw the door open behind him. I let his cock slide from my mouth just in time to see Brad enter the bathroom. 

"There you are…" he said.

I opened my mouth to mutter some kind of excuse why I would be on my knees in front of a man with his cock inches from my face as I tried to stand. 

"Back on your knees whore." He growled. 

The guy stood in front of me, not sure what to do at the point. I kneeled back in front of him. 

"Finish what you were doing" Brad stated firmly. I took the stranger's cock back in my mouth, softened by the surprise intrusion. I took the shaft in my hand, letting the tip slide in and out of my lips, feeling him harden in my mouth. I closed my eyes and let his cock slide deep into my mouth as I felt Brad move behind me to grab my hips to lift my skirt and pull me to my feet while still bent over with the stranger's cock once again slowly fucking my mouth. Brad's hand flew across my ass, slapping me hard as he unzipped his pants with the other. 

"You nasty little bitch" he groaned as slapped my ass again, making me moan onto the cock in my mouth. 

Brad's cock pushed against my ass, sliding down to my cunt, thrusting inside of me pushing me against the man fucking my mouth, I felt his cock tighten between my lips just before pulling his cock out to cum all over my tongue and face while Brad fucked me relentlessly from behind, slapping my ass with every thrust.

I reached to wipe the cum from my face as the young man zipped his fly and moved toward the door. 

"No!" Brad all but shouted, "leave it" I lowered my hand and attempted to balance myself as my cunt tightened around Brad's cock as I came just in time to feel the heat of his cum fill my pussy. 



The Game



It has been a wonderful summer filled with adventure and chatting with our two friends on the computer. Telling each other stories and just having fun teasing with one another. We've shared fantasies and personal experiences with each other. One such fantasy which comes to mind is playing a game of cards, strip-poker, where the stakes are high. It's out come has many possibilities. The winner gets to chose what he or she wants to do with the loser or losers. And knowing how each of our individual minds work, it has many a possible outcome. Well enough said ... on to the game.

It's been a wonderful day. Visiting and laughing together. At last getting the chance to just relax and enjoy each others company. This vacation has been the best ever. Renting a beach house, swimming in the ocean, and walking along the beach together. The four of us soaking up the sunshine and friendship. As we sit watching the sun set over the ocean, someone asks what we are going to do the rest of the evening.

As we sip wine coolers we discuss the possible things available in the area. We all agree we just want to spend our time at the beach house. But what to do? One of the women giggles and says "We could always play cards." Everyone laughs and someone else pops up with "yea, strip-poker." This brings more laughter. I answer the comment with "As if you two women would really want to play such a game." I'm quickly answered by my wife Samantha, "sounds like the only one scared to play it is you." I'm speechless as I look at her. Her eyes are on fire and she is smiling wickedly. I look at my friends wife Lyn, and she too is smiling wickedly, and says "Well, are you?" Looking at my friend Mike for help, he just smiles sheepishly and raises his hands in defeat. Not being the type of person to run from such a challenge, I answer with "You're on, let's play cards."

Taking our wine coolers we move into the house. The women giggle as they start arranging furniture around a small coffee table in the living room. I go to search for a deck of cards which I keep in my duffle bag. Mike walks along with me. Looking at me he asks, "Is this for real?" I shrug my shoulders and answer with, "I don't know, we'll find out soon enough." We hear laughter from the women in the living room as I search for the cards. Finding the cards, we return to the living room, where the women are.

Upon entering the room we are met by our wives, each taking her husband into their arms. Looking deep into our eyes they tell us how much they love us, and then kiss us passionately. Then they explain to us that for fairness of playing the game, we each need to have the same number of clothing on. We count the articles of clothing we each have on. I have a tee-shirt, boxers, and shorts. Each of the women have bikinis and tee-shirts on. Mike has only a tee-shirt and shorts on. Lyn places a baseball cap on his head stating, "There honey, this will have to do."

I go to the kitchen and grab more wine coolers for everyone. Upon returning I find the women sitting across the table from Mike. Samantha is seated directly across from him. I take the seat directly across from Lyn, as I set the wine coolers on the coffee table. Sam tells me they thought it would be more interesting this way. I smile and ask what the rules of the game are.

The rules of the game are:

1. Only the lowest hand looses and the person holding it removes one article of clothing.

2. The game will be five card draw.

3. Each person will have a chance to deal the cards.

4. The game will be played until three people are totally naked.

5. As a person becomes naked they will be dealt out of the game but  must remain at the table, naked in all their glory.

6. The last player with any clothing on will be determined the winner, and can choose who or what they want to do with any or all players.

With rules agreed upon we cut the cards to see who will start the dealing. The highest card wins the deal. I cut a two of clubs, Sam a ten of hearts, Mike a King of diamonds, and Lyn a five of spades. Mike wins the deal.

As he shuffles the cards, we sit in anticipation of what our hands will be, and what lies ahead. The women pick up each card as it's dealt, placing them in their hand. I continue to watch until the last card is dealt. Picking up my cards, I place them in order. Looking at my hand I have a pair of sixes and a nine, ten, jack. I decide a pair is better than trying for a straight. So I discard three cards. Mike hands me three from the top of the deck and proceeds to give each of the others their cards. Lyn needed two cards, Sam three cards, and Mike took four. I place my three cards into my hand. I now have my pair of sixes and a four, five, and seven. Boy am I glad I kept the sixes. Since I was first dealt to, I lay my cards face up on the table. Lyn is next with a pair of fours. Sam is next with a pair of sixes also, she looks over and smiles at me. Mike is next with a pair of twos. We laugh as he takes the baseball cap off.

I win the deal. As I shuffle the cards, I look at the others, watching their faces as the cards riffle together. Each of them are relaxed and their eyes watch as I continue to shuffle the deck. When I feel they are mixed up enough I ask Mike if he wants to cut the deck. He agrees to taking the deck and cutting them. He hands them back and I start the deal. Dealing from left to right, I start with Lyn and continue until all the cards are dealt. 

Taking my cards I place them in order. I have two pair twos and threes with a seven. Everyone is ready for cards. Lyn needs two cards, Sam needs three cards, and Mike takes two. I take one card. It's time to play our hands and see who will be next to remove a piece of clothing.

Lyn is first to lay down her cards. She has a pair of nines and fives. Sam is next. I watch as she places three queens and two sixes on the table. She smiles wickedly at me knowing if Mike doesn't have more than what she has shown, he'll lose another round. I watch with anticipation as he lays his cards on the table. My heart sinks as I see a small straight, ace through five. My turn with two pair, twos and threes. I peel out of my tee-shirt. Mike and I are both down to two pieces of clothing and the women remain as they started.

Lyn is next to deal. After the cards are shuffled and dealt we look at our cards, throw away those we don't want and get new ones. So far no one has lost much clothing. We laugh and joke around as we sip our wine coolers and put our hands together. Sam is the first to play her cards, only having a pair of threes. Mike is next with a pair of fives. I follow him with a pair of fours. We laugh as we notice that each played only a pair in our hands. Lyn laughs as she places a pair of twos on the table. What are the odds that everyone would have a hand with a pair in it, and low ones at that? Lyn slips the tee-shirt off over her head. So far Sam is a head in the game. The rest of us are even with only two pieces of clothing on.

It's Sams turn to deal. I wonder who will be the next to lose. Sam, with three pieces of clothing? Mike, with two pieces of clothing? Myself, with two pieces of clothing? Or will it be Lyn, wearing only her bikini? Hmmm, only the cards know the answer. Having dealt, and drawing more cards, everyone is ready for the final play of this hand.

Mike plays first with a pair of queens. I'm next with a pair of fours. Then Lyn with three sevens. I look at my wife Sam and teasing her I say "Well Babe it's between you and me now." Her eyes sparkle and as she lays her cards on the table she says, "Not anymore." I look at her cards, she beats me with a pair of fives. I shrug my shoulders and laugh. Standing, I take a hold of the waistband of my shorts and do a wiggle or two as I slide them over my hips and down to the floor. Everyone is clapping and cheering me on saying "Take it off, take it all off baby." I have only one piece of clothing between me and total nakedness. My boxers.

I sit back down as Mike begins to shuffle. I realize how Lyn must feel right about now. One hand away from showing her breasts or her womanhood. And here I sit one hand away from total glory. And there sits Sam with everything she started with on. Boy what luck. Having dealt the cards we each take a few minutes to decide what to throw away and which cards to keep.

Play begins with me, I lay down three tens. Next is Lyn, smiling shyly she lays down two pair, aces and fours. Sam is next with two pair, Jacks and fives. We all look at Mike. We all cheer as he plays a pair of Kings. Smiling, he does a mock strip-tease as he slips out of his tee-shirt. It's my turn to deal again. I look at Sam and think to myself, she really does have the luck of the Irish.

Having finished shuffling and dealing the cards, I watch each of my friends and Sam as they take new cards. We have never had such a wonderful time together. This round of play may take one of us to total nakedness or partial nakedness. 

Lyn plays her hand, a flush. Very hard to beat. Sam is next with two pair, threes and tens. Mike follows with two pair also, nines and Jacks. Sam looks at me as I prepare to play my cards. I see excitement and a touch of fear in her eyes. Either I lose and show all, or Sam loses and makes the game a little more even. I place my cards on the table, one at a time, adding to every ones excitement. A seven first, followed by a King, another King, a Queen, and ... Everyone holds their breath as I place the last card on the table. A two. I loose, having only a pair of Kings.

As I stand to take my last remaining article of clothing off, I glance at Sam. She is blushing bright red. I glance at Mike and he is grinning from ear to ear. I look at Lyn, she too has turned a bright red. At least I'm not alone as I too am blushing terribly. I place my fingers in my waistband. Slowly, ever so slowly I slide them down. Stopping just above my cock, I smile letting go of the fabric to reach for my wine cooler. I take a sip wiggling my hips as I do causing my boxers to fall to the floor. Mike shouts "Bravo." Sam giggles. Lyn catches her breath as for this is the first time she sees my nakedness in all it's glory.

I take my seat and hand her the cards. She is visibly excited as she shuffles the cards. We all laugh. As she deals the cards to the others I catch her glancing at my naked body. I ease back in my chair and sip my wine cooler as I watch the card game.

The cards are finally dealt. Cards are kept, cards are discarded. Time to play the hand. Sam smiles at me and I see a glimmer of mischievous laughter in her eyes. She lays down a pair of threes, and I know she is trying to lose this hand. I smile back with a knowing smile. Mike laughs as he lays a pair of fives down. Lyn laughs as she plays a pair of sevens. Sam loses and takes her tee-shirt off with a sweet smile and a wiggle of her beautiful ass.

She sits back down taking the cards in hand. As she shuffles the deck, and places them in there proper places on the table, she smiles and winks at me. She too knows what the next hand will bring. After everyone has taken new cards, Mike begins the play. The women watch intently as his cards are played. I watch as some of the color in their faces leaves. He has played a full house, Queens and tens. Lyn is next. I watch excitedly as Sam plays her hand. I know shortly that either she has the winning hand, and Lyn loses or hers is the losing hand. Sam places two aces up followed by two Jacks. Lyn catches her breath as realization sets in. Her face turns red as she reaches to release her bikini top. Her top falls to the floor exposing a set of magnificent breasts. We all clap and cheer. Mike takes the cards.

As he deals the cards the women each take a sip of their wine coolers. He nudges me and winks. I smile knowingly.

As he deals the cards the women whisper to each other and giggle as they look over at us. Each of them take their cards making sure of what they want to keep, discarding the rest. Once new cards are dealt, it's time for another play.

Lyn is the first to play her hand. She lays a straight down, ace through ten. Sam is next with two pair, Queens and Jacks. Everyone looks at Mike. He smiles from ear to ear as he lays a flush upon the table. He turns to Sam and says "It's your turn beautiful." Sam stands taking the strings of her bikini bottoms in her hand. Mike leans back in his chair, never taking his eyes off her hands. We all laugh as Sam quickly reaches up and undoes her top. As it falls to the floor Mike nearly chokes on his wine cooler. He sputters "no fair" as we all laugh.

It's Lyns turn to shuffle and deal. I sip my wine cooler as I watch her tits jiggle as she shuffles the cards. Looking from Lyn to Sam, I wonder what she is thinking as she picks up her cards. I notice that everyone is almost empty on their wine coolers. So I stand explaining that I'll be right back with more. Sam giggles as my cock is swinging from side to side as I walk. Lyn joins in with her giggling saying something to the effect of "swing it baby, swing it." I shake my as at them as Mike roars with laughter.

When I return with the wine coolers everyone is ready to play their cards. Someone is very, very near to joining me in all of their glory. Sam is the first to lay her cards down. She has a good hand with a full house, tens over threes. Mike is next. He looks across the table at Lyn, smiling he blows her a kiss as his cards are placed on the table. He has two pair, Aces and fours. Sam sighs with relief, knowing she didn't lose thus far. Excitement and tension fills the air. Lyn is next. Who will it be, Lyn or Mike? Which one joins me naked? We watch with anticipation as Lyn plays her cards. Slowly she places one card after the other. Four, six, Queen, Queen, the last card slowly hits the table, another Queen. I look at Lyn , her eyes are dancing with delight as she says "Darling, you loose." Mike stares at the cards in disbelief. Looking up from them and over at the Ladies, he does a mock strip-tease as he slowly lowers his shorts down. Wiggling and shaking his ass at the women he lowers them farther showing his ass cheeks to them. Slowly turning around to finish his show by taking his shorts off twirling them around to let them fall on the floor near Sam. We all cheer him on through the entire show. He bows to the Ladies and then sits down. I'm laughing so hard tears come to my eyes. It's Sams turn to deal. 

Mike and I sit wondering which of these two lovely ladies will be the first to take her last remaining piece of clothing off. We take a sip of our wine coolers. As we do Sam and Lyn stand up from the table and walk over in front of Mike and I. Lyn in front of me and Sam in front of Mike. Mike and I look at each other very confused. Looking back up at the women, we see a mischievous gleam in their eyes as they ask us "If we would like to help them out of their bottoms." Mike and I never expected this to happen. We sputter "Yes." We reach up taking the ties of their bikini bottoms in hand, untiring them we let the bottoms fall to the floor. Here we sit at eye level to two of the most beautiful sights we've ever dreamed of. Lyns magnificent glory in front of me. And Sams magnificent glory in front of Mike. All we can do is stare. Lyn and Sam bend down kissing us on the forehead. Then stepping back changing places, Lyn takes Mikes hand, and Sam takes mine. Saying "Come on boys, it's loving time," they lead us to our separate rooms.



The Game



Bubble bath filling the air with strawberry essence Ashley leisurely soaked. She had no idea the duration, introducing hot water a couple times to elevate the fallen temperature her sole measure. She looked at her tightened fingertips mirroring tiny prunes, concluded it was time to move the process along. 

After a brief shower rinse with a towel wrapping her waist, another wrapping her wet hair Ashley sat at the vanity. Pulling the magnifying mirror close she began her ritual transforming herself into a being of male desire. 

Tweezers in hand Ashley began plucking eyebrow strays. Her thoughts began to drift wondering how many months, years in fact, it had been since she would invest this much time, take so much care preparing herself for her husband.

Of course it could never be like when she was carefree, when she and Tom dated or early in their marriage. That was extravagance a four-year-old daughter and six-year-old son just wouldn't allow. 

But then she paused, tweezers falling away, looking deep in the mirror she asked if that were really true. Am I using the children as an excuse? Or have there been opportunities to do more? Have I fallen into the complacency of eight years of marriage?

Tonight would be different; she hoped, the first step to break free of feared complacency, a renewal of their passion and desire. 

Admittedly, she wasn't like most of her friends who juggled full time employment and full time motherhood. Tom's position provided for them comfortably allowing her to raise their kids without a care in their four-bedroom suburban home. 

Ashley recognized some time ago sexual fire that once roared hot had continually dwindled and was now reduced to a still burning flame. They made love typically three, sometimes four times a week, their encounter always beginning with pleasurable foreplay. But it was at the end of a long day; dinner, cleaning up, spending time with the kids, packing them to bed after baths. 

They'd usually engage the missionary position, it's conclusion usually twenty or twenty-five minutes from their first touch, the night growing later, the future's morning beckoning, they'd kiss good night and drift off to dreamland.

Concerning her most wasn't her lack of satisfaction, it was her husbands; she sensed it growing. She knew he loved her, cherished their kids, that Tom wouldn't do anything to compromise their family. But lately, deep within, she'd been haunted by a sliver of fear privately admitting his pent up needs went unanswered. 

Ashley broke from her trance not wanting to consider consequences, she just wanted to make things right again. Carefully gliding the eyeliner across her lid she promised tonight would be that beginning. She'd make herself perfect, no detail overlooked. 

Then a tingle, almost a tremor rippled through remembering the article she'd read a couple weeks before that spawned the inspiration. Paging through a women's magazine one afternoon, The Game, caught her eye. The caption beneath guaranteed to spice up a married couples intimate life grown stale. 

Two words galvanized her attention, reinvigorate and energize, exactly what she knew they needed. Ashley was intrigued the article promising if they were bold, daring, willing to try something new it would rekindle forgotten passion. The Game called for them to role-play, something out of the norm, fresh and exciting. 

Rouge brush in hand, applying color to her cheeks Ashley snickered remembering her initial reaction. Over two days she must've read The Game twenty times. Finally relenting to its ruling power she gave it to Tom; petitioned his opinion. 

After completing, Tom handed it back then threw the look he sometimes gave following what he considered one of her hair-brained ideas. Like when she wanted the putrid lime green paint color for her new car Ashley wrote off the idea until a few nights later while snuggling in bed Tom asked it she really wanted to give The Game a shot. Ashley surmised later Tom must've picked up on her moping, decided to humor her.

Immediately her blood stirred, "Yes I really do…I mean if you want to." 

Tom agreed but Ashley had to swear to abide by the strict rules The Game demanded. One of them would determine the fantasy roles for both partners. Both must play The Game from beginning to end without breaking away from their role or questioning or not allowing a partner's sexual desire. Tom would determine their roles. 

Ashley anxiously buttoned up the silk blouse, her entire outfit new. She'd chosen the cream blouse and black shorter skirt as elegant and sexy. Underneath the skimpiest lingerie she'd ever worn. The thin bra barely contained her and she wiggled feeling the thong wedged between. Ashley never cared for thongs but knew Tom loved the look. Tonight was special; she'd overcome the discomfort.

Satisfaction was hers studying the reflection. Blonde hair curling softly over her shoulders, blue eyes prominent, mascara highlighting her facial features perfectly. Small flowers apparent from her bra through the clinging semi see-through blouse complimenting her full round breasts. Not too tight though, nicely concealing the ten extra pounds she kept promising to lose. The flaring skirt exposed most of her long legs, the feature she regarded her sexiest.

Dragging a single finger down her neck her skin felt soft, that long bath producing the desired outcome. She drifted again, wondering what her husband had invented for their fantasy roles. She thought they'd enjoy a quiet dinner somewhere, Tom would tell her the invented characters and then The Game would commence. Maybe he'd rented a hotel room; guised as a traveling businessman she'd come knocking as his hooker. Or maybe a hotel maid who cleaned the room in his presence and they were overcome with lust. Or maybe he'd drop her off and she'd cozy up to the bar between two gentlemen and strike a conversation. He would arrive a little later as a stranger, picking her up with sexually direct innuendos to the dismay of the men hitting on her. The latter seemed most exciting. 

With a final glance she decided to open another button exposing more skin, a deeper dimensional view of her ample cleavage. "Perfect!" She concluded with a smile. 

***

Foot tapping rapidly she checked her watch for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes; Tom already was almost an hour late. The kids safely stashed away at her parents, this was their evening, where was he? After several calls to his mobile went unanswered her concern grew. Then she heard the rattle of the garage door, hum of the opener, Ashley exhaled a sigh of relief.

Tom walked through the door, her heart raced looking at him outfitted in a starched white shirt, vibrant red patterned tie and pleated charcoal trousers. She found him particularly studly in his business attire, his shirt tapering in from broad shoulders to a slender waist. She loved the way those trousers hugged him just right. A notch above six feet the scale had never exceeded one eighty-five. 

Just as quickly as her spirits soared they plummeted as Tom barged into the kitchen hardly looking at her. Ashley anticipated her hours of preparation would be rewarded with an approving smile, warm compliments and even envisioned flowers. The only thing in his hand was a small paper sack. 

"Where's my dinner?" He barked.

"Tom?" She said dismayed. He never acted this way. 

He proceeded to the stove loosening his tie and opened the door, "What the hell is going on here? Where is my dinner?"

Palms covering her mouth, "Tom! Honey! I thought we were going out!"

He glared, "Going out?" Then he shook his head disgusted and marched upstairs to their bedroom.

Had something happened at work? Nothing about him was her Tom. Had he been laid off? Fired? Is that why he hadn't answered her calls? Her eyes began to well up feeling alone, isolated in the kitchen. She heard loud noises upstairs, terrified to know what may have happened wondering why tonight of all nights? 

"Come up here!" She heard his call demand.

Ashley smiled affectionately entering their room wanting to console the unknown trouble he was battling. Tom was seated on the bed, she moved in front of him. His expression was blank, green eyes unflinching starring into hers. She wanted to reach out, stroke the curl in his thick chocolate hair but she still couldn't read him. 

Nervous fingers grasping at her skirt Ashley's eyes fell down the front of her body and she stammered, "Honey…how do I look? I spent the afternoon getting ready for you." She hoped her sexy appearance might raise his spirits. Her eyes lifted but his expression remained unchanged. 

Voice flat, "No dinner? Spending an entire afternoon making yourself pretty?" His gaze traveling down her body, then up again, "To answer your question you look kind of trampy."

Terror surged through her veins, "Tom!"

He rose and began pacing a circle around her, towering Ashley the better part of four inches. She was insane, not knowing what was happening, what was going on with Tom.

His voice monotone as he moved, "No dinner for your husband who worked hard all day long yet you had plenty of time to paint your pretty face?" His sarcastic tone quizzical, "And then you expect me to take you out?" She watched him shake his head once more. Ashley wanted to reach out and grab him, hug him tight, ask Tom to confide his trouble. 

"And you expect me to take you out looking slutty? So all the men will look at you? Well I'm not taking you anywhere. Do you know why?"

Ashley felt her body convulse. Here it comes. She feared Tom would inform her he lost his job, they couldn't afford going out. 

"Honey..."

"Let me tell you why," his rough, monotone voice interrupted. "Because you're a spoiled little wife and spoiled wives don't deserve a night out."

Ashley shrieked, "Tom?"

"Quiet down!" he commanded still pacing around her. "What my spoiled little wife deserves is a lesson; a lesson to put her feet back on the ground. And that's exactly what you're going to get, a well deserved lesson." He returned to his position seated on the bed. 

Ashley visibly trembled when he said, "Now lay across my lap and receive the lesson my spoiled little wife deserves."

Instantly she knew looking in his eyes this wasn't a joke. What is happening she asked over and over? Could this be The Game? That possibility didn't seem to exist. They hadn't developed the roles each would play. This wasn't exciting it terrified her. Somewhat reluctant she began to move forward.

"Lay across my lap. Now!" he said with urgency.

Timidly she sprawled across him then looked back finding his eyes fused to her skirt directly below him. With a final attempt she squeaked, "Tom?"

"Quiet!" He lashed back his hand now gliding across the fabric. "It's time you had a lesson."

Instinctively she raised her hips feeling him pulling up her skirt then questioned if it were wise. 

Tom starred downward, her soft, smooth, curving skin arousing every fiber that made him man. The sexy thong circling his wife's hips then disappearing into her depths captivating. Even after two kids her shapely roundness hadn't changed much from the day they married. Excitement grew as he surveyed his target.

Softly his hand stroked across her ass. Feeling his delicate touch had Ashley breathing a bit easier, wondering again if they were playing The Game. 

SLAP!

Her ass stung immediately and she cried, "Ouch!" Looking back pissed because he'd struck her so harshly, "Tom, what the…?"

SLAP!

"Quiet!" He snarled. 

This assault so loud it even stung her ears. Ashley clawed her fingernails into the comforter, anything to help dissipate the pain.

Gazing down Tom was quite pleased with the first round attack; two red handprints branded her ass leaving discernable finger imprints.

His hand again gently rubbing, tone moderated, "The spoiled little wife will learn her lesson. If she speaks the punishment will be more severe." 

His hand tugged at her thong, the sexy one she fantasized would overwhelm him, that maybe he'd slide off clenched in his teeth. "Well this is in the way." 

"Ouch!" she squealed from the sting as his strong hand ripped it away. 

Ashley remained silent her head abuzz. Has something gone terribly wrong Tom? What if we're playing The Game? She agreed to strictly abide by the rules. The Game dictated both must participate without question.

She parted her legs somewhat wider feeling his left hand fall between, his right hand still gliding across her ass.

SLAP!

"Ouch!" Her body jerked, Ashley doing everything to contain herself, to keep from shouting, "What the hell are you doing?" 

His hand softly rubbing again, she felt his other hand, the tip of one finger gently caressing between her legs. Strangely her arousal bloomed. Her ass was on fire yet that fingertip slipped easily in an abundance of wetness.

SLAP!

"Owwwww!" It was excruciating, the sting resonating through her entire body. That fingertip had slightly penetrated, probing, intensifying her burning. 

Convinced now Tom hadn't lost his job, nothing was wrong, this was The Game he invented eased her mind. Not because this was The Game she had intended but at least their financial situation seemed clear of dire straits. They weren't the Titanic steaming toward an iceberg. She realized something else; she agreed to play and must adhere to the strict rules. 

Her hips moved, responding to his fingertip lazily gliding just inside.

"You like that don't you?"

"Mmmm," She responded, gyrating her hips more.

SLAP!

Another ear-piercing scream and his hand softly resumed stroking, massaging the sting. 

A light coating of perspiration grew between their connection, a by-product of the spanking, that manipulating fingertip. 

She felt her arousal intensify. Is it because I'm lying bare assed across my husband's lap? Is the harsh spanking exciting me?

Eyes closed anticipating another spank Ashley felt his body shift beneath her, as reaching for something, felt his erection shooting skyward through his trousers. His left hand fell back between her legs, his right hand, now slicked with oil, massaged her ass. It felt soothing, desperately needed relief from the burning. She knew the milky white now glowed red, doubted given the opportunity she'd be able to sit. Maybe this was the conclusion of the lesson escapade. Treat her wounds then take her. 

His hand coated with fresh oil Tom rubbed longer, her body responding to his fingertip delicately probing her wetness. Just when she totally relaxed, SLAP! 

"Ouch!" she squealed, the application of oil seemed to elevate the severity. Those spanks burned and stung but now Ashley recognized they intensified her pleasure. Between her legs a fire roared feeling wetter than ever before, that fingertip gliding easily. 

Against the lowest region of her back she felt something, knew it was the bottle of oil. With a generous squeeze oil passed through her like a river through a canyon. Then it fell, dropping like a waterfall, cascading between her legs. 

Tom's fingertip, that so gently caressed her outermost interior, rose upward renewing its exploration in virgin territory. Shocked, extremely uncomfortable, Ashley felt horror. I'm a soccer mom, member of the PTA and a good Catholic girl. I can't do this it's dirty, taboo. 

Turning her head readying to levy her objection Ashley's heart stopped remembering The Game. The Goddamn Game! She bit her tongue agonizing over the strict rules that wouldn't allow her to question or object to any sexual advance. She was powerless, bound from her sworn promise.

The spanking lapsed, his right hand massaging oil across her cheeks stinging hot, the well-lubricated fingertip of his other hand manipulating tiny circles, seemingly determined to gain entry. 

Then it hit, Ashley realizing their unspoken roles. Tom was the dominant partner, she was the submissive; the spoiled little wife who had to relent to any sexual desire her dominant partner hungered.

Unexpected sensations began to build, feeling arousal where she'd never experienced pleasure before, his focused manipulation now shockingly longed. Ashley realized she was defenseless and privately surrendered, accepting her unknown fate. The thought of Tom using her, to satisfy desires she never knew existed, using her body however he pleased heightened her exhilaration.

Ashley stiffened, electricity shooting from head to toe, his fingertip finding it's way inside, her fingers again clawed deep into the comforter.

No longer Ashley, nor soccer mom, nor PTA member, nor good catholic girl but now the submissive, she wanted more. His fingertip withdrew and another river of oil flowed through the canyon re-lubricating both assailant and prey. 

"Ahhh!" She squealed, her head jerking upward, his finger dipping inside. The repetitions now constant he penetrated to his first knuckle, "Yes," she timidly screeched. , Tom smiled a smile she could not see. "Does my spoiled little wife like this?" He asked with a maniacal tone.

"Y…yes," she answered softly in embarrassed confession.

"Does she want more?"

"Yes," she answered again.

SLAP!

"Beg then! Beg if you want more!"

Ashley rationalized it was only his finger, she let the submissive answer, "Give it to me! Give me your finger!" 

Tom methodically penetrated deeper and deeper, Ashley's face tightening, toes curling accepting the full distance.

"Is my spoiled wife enjoying this?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Then it's time for my spoiled wife to learn another lesson." Ashley let free a frustrated yip as his finger withdrew.

Flipping her over he lifted her legs, crawled out from beneath her. In silence Ashley watched him unbuckle his trousers, let them fall to the floor. She recognized Tom's relief, his erection standing tall inside his boxers.

"Lay face down, on your knees."

Ashley obeyed his order without thought. Her arms in front of her, head on the comforter she pulled her knees up beneath her. 

Positioned behind, Tom threw up her flaring skirt exposing all of her once more. 

Any other time she would've been concerned over the well being of the comforter. Tom's liberal dousing of oil, running down her ass and legs, the comforter soaked it up like water into bread. The bed covering likely would be ruined, but Ashley wasn't Ashley any more she was the submissive, the submissive couldn't care less. She wanted more.

First he worked the fullness of her flesh soothing away more sting then his fingertip traced through the canyon where the river flowed. Ashley squirmed feeling his finger again, probing her virgin territory. She longed the new sensation.

Tom rotated his finger till a fraction of the tip penetrated. His voice monotone, "You want this don't you? You spoiled little wife. You want this back inside you."

"Yes," she squeaked.

"Well if you want it you have to take it."

Ashley eased her body back at a snail's pace accepting the well-lubricated finger of his stationary hand. Slowly she rocked, taking a bit more with each repetition. When she could push back no further, taken it all, SLAP!

"Ouch!" She screeched, wrought by pain, the severity of the blow echoing through the room.

Ashley eased forward pausing to catch her breath, an opportunity for the stinging to subside.

"This is the next lesson for the spoiled little wife. If you want something, you have to pay for it."

Dammit! Ashley thought. She wanted that finger, wanted it like nothing else, would sell her children to the gypsies for that Goddamn finger. Tom was clear. To satisfy her desire she had to pay a stinging price. 

Eyes slammed tight, anticipating the next assault, she resumed rocking slowly back and fourth yet Tom did nothing. But when she slid back, consumed the full length, SLAP! "Ouch!" She screeched again. 




The Game



Sonora and Alen sat in the kitchen both doing their brief homework. They were waiting for their parents to return so they could go out. Sonora’s mom had married Alen’s dad two years ago when they were both sixteen. It had been a big adjustment for Alen who had had to move across the country to live with his new family. Sonora had been kind to him, taking him around school and introducing him to all of her friends. Now, two years later, they moved around in the same circle of people and were pretty good friends themselves.

At eighteen, their parents were still very strict, always wanting to know where they were and whom they were with. Thus they had to wait for the parents to get home before they could leave. Needless to say, they couldn’t wait to go to college. In the fall both would attending the same college. Today Sonora had come home and changed out of her sweaty gym clothes immediately. Now she had on a skimpy silk robe that only reached mid-thigh. Alen didn’t really notice though, she wore it a lot. However, he did notice the way she was leaning over her books now. Her robe had fallen open to reveal the top of her pert breasts. Alen sucked in his breath and looked away. Did she know? Sonora looked up, a slight smile on her lips, “Something wrong?” 

“No, I was just thinking I was hungry. Would you grab some Cheerios for me?” Alen asked innocently. He wanted to see if she really was teasing him. She reached up to the top shelf where they kept the cereal. The bottom of her robe lifted to reveal the top of her legs and just a hint of her rear. His breath hitched as she handed him the box. Alen quickly poured himself a bowl and excused himself to his room. While he sat on his bed and unzipped his pants he wondered just exactly what she thought she was doing. Nothing like this had ever happened before; she’d always been very modest. Was she trying to torture him with something he couldn’t have? He quickly forgot his musings as he brought his semi-erect member from his pants. Slowly he stroked it to full erection. Taking some pre-cum he slicked his shaft and began rubbing the underside. This was his favorite method, his most sensitive area. He was all too quickly near orgasm, moaning deep in his throat, softly so no one would hear.

As he shot his first load he heard a tap on his door. Sonora’s voice called out, “They’re home, I just thought you’d like to know.” Before she left she cracked open the door and poked her head in. A look of shock covered her pretty face when she saw what Alen was doing. The door slammed quickly and he heard her walking away at a fast pace. He had never been so humiliated in his life.

Down the hall, in her own room Sonora smiled to herself. She had wanted to know if he could think of her as someone other than a sister. The answer she had gotten was a definite yes. Why hadn’t she tried this before? She jumped in the shower and quickly got herself off before going out. 

It took a few days for Alen to get over his embarrassment. What was worse was Sonora seemed to sense what he was feeling. That weekend she left the door to the bathroom open. He walked in on her with only a skimpy towel around her waist. For a few seconds he just stood there staring. She turned to face him, giving him a good view of her chest and actually smiled. Fortunately he came to his senses and beat a hasty retreat. That night Alen decided that all this was no accident. If she was going to torment him, he would give it right back. It was on. He took to wandering around the house in boxers and leaving the door to his room open. He made sure she heard him enjoying himself more than a few times. She walked in on him in the bathroom quite frequently, always looking for a few seconds too long before she left. 

The little glimpses developed into somewhat of a game between them. They always tried to one up one other, doing something more outrageous than before. The only rules were that there was no touching. Sometimes they would stare at each other in various states of undress for minutes. But there was never any touching.

Alen hoped she was as frustrated as he was. He had begun masturbating almost twice as often.

“Alen would be glad to know how horny he gets me,” Sonora thought one night as she stripped to go to bed. As always, she left her door open. She began picturing him in her mind fully aroused as she had seen him several times now. Sonora pictured him driving that juicy cock into her as she began touching herself. She started by lightly rubbing her aching breasts. Then she let one hand drift lower to her wet opening.

She ran one finger along her slit slowly until she couldn’t take in anymore. Her finger now ventured inward to lightly rub her throbbing clit. Her other hand strayed back to stroke her tight ass hole. Feeling more and more urgent Sonora picked up the pace until she was bucking her hips off the bed. A loud moan escaped her lips as she came.

Slowly the haze of pleasure faded and she opened her eyes to see Alen sitting across the room. He was shamelessly hard and made sure she could see it before he left. Sonora blew him a kiss before rolling over and going to sleep with a smile on her face.

The next day passed without incidence. Alen however didn’t know that Sonora had planned a new stunt that would bring the game to a new level. That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Sonora slipped from her room into Alen’s. He was lying on his bed more asleep than awake when he felt her slip under the sheets beside him. Taking her actions as a blatant invitation Alen turned to wrap his arms around his beautiful tease.

“Ah ah ah, you know the rules, no touching,” she scolded him.

He gave an exaggerated groan and turned on his side away from her. It was hours before either of them slept. 

For a few days they played the new game until both were so tired they were forced to stay in their own rooms. On Saturday both their parents were away on a visit to some friends. Sonora decided she had had enough of the teasing. She had to have him. 

That night she boldly stepped into his room. A look of mixed pleasure and pain was on Alen’s face for she was completely naked. “Game over,” she whispered as she approached him. 

Slowly she molded her hands around him, tracing his body but not quite touching him. Alen couldn’t breathe. His resolve broke and he pulled her lithe body to his. She didn’t protest. On the contrary, Sonora began to strip him as quickly as possible. When she finished he stood before her, a glorious man, his member saluting her. Though she had seen him thus before, the sight of him never failed to make her gasp. Once again they came together, mouth to mouth, chest to breast, thigh to thigh. They fit as if fashioned for one another. Alen’s large hands strayed to her buttocks as he pulled her up and fitted her to him. They devoured each other before gently laying themselves out on his double bed. 

Both were panting now, hot for one another. Their mouths moved at a frantic pace as their tongues paralleled the thrusts of mating. Without foreplay Alen fitted himself against her hot entrance and began to push. His enflamed head pushed into Sonora inch by agonizing inch until he lost all control and thrust into her.

Sonora screamed. Alen was shocked. She was a virgin. The siren that had teased and tormented him for months was a damned virgin. He stilled within her while she adjusted to his invasion. Soon she eased under him then wrapped her slender legs around his flanks. That was all the encouragement he needed. 

With all the care in the world Alen withdrew from her tight sheath till only the tip of him remained. He took time to admire the girl below him as her face twisted, begging him to come back to her.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

“I want you. I want you inside me now.”

Sonora bucked her hips up and pulled her legs tighter around him. He was effectively imbedded to the hilt. Alen then began long, sensuous strokes in and out of his new lover. His slow pace continued until he thought both of them would shatter. Unconsciously his pace increased, now pummeling her into the bed. 

Sonora was in ecstasy. She felt wondrous feelings building inside her, pooling where their bodies met. She writhed and bucked beneath him, seeking more. 

Alen knew he was nearly spent. He could not last much longer. Wanting to feel her pleasure, he reached down to where their bodies met and found her bud. She didn’t need much encouragement, a few strokes and she was gone. Sonora’s body began convulsing wildly as she clung to the man above her. Her inner folds clasped and grabbed at Alen’s busy member until he too shattered, sending his seed deep within her. He yelled to the ceiling his immense pleasure. Completely spent, he collapsed on her and they lay panting. 

Slowly the world came back to them and they became aware of slight gasping noises coming from near the door. They looked up. All they heard was “Oh My God” before Sonora’s mom collapsed in a dead faint right outside Alen’s room.

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The Game



"Baby, I want this one." Jade cooed sweetly, leaning back into Alex's figure and holding up the movie of her choice for him to see. "Jade, whatever you wanna watch is more than ok with me, babe." he replied charmingly as he slid his arms around her small waist and leaned his head down to rest his chin on her shoulder. "It won't matter to me because I'm gonna be watchin' you the whole time." he added huskily in her ear before discretely licking the outline of her ear lobe with his agile tongue. 

Jade lightly shuddered at the feeling, but quickly regained her composure and turned around in his arms. "Just so long as you don't interfere with my movie, because I wanna actually watch this." she replied seriously with a little smile. As she looked up at his 5'9 frame from the peak of her 5’4” figure, she laughed to herself. "What are you laughing at, baby?" Alex asked, confused.

"This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen in my life." Jade replied and chuckled lightly, motioning to his brown curly-haired wig. "Well, it seems to be the only way I get a little peace and quiet when I go out of the house, so you, little missy, are just gonna have to deal with it." Alex shot back slyly. He pulled her body closer to his with his arms around her back as he brought his face down to hers, playfully nuzzling her nose with his. 

Jade laid a quick kiss on his lips before freeing herself from his embrace and walking over to the counter to check out the movie. After quickly paying for the video, Alex scribbled out a sloppy signature on the receipt and the two of them made their way out of the store and into the dark, dreary, wet night. 

"Alex hurry! I'm getting soaked!" Jade screamed through her laughter as she playfully beat on his back, trying to get him to hurry as he fumbled with the keys, desperately trying to unlock the truck door. Finally, after they were both good and soaked, Alex got the door unlocked and Jade jumped inside to the slick leather seats of his Tahoe. She brushed her wet, brown hair out of her face as she sat there laughing, watching Alex scurry around the front of the truck to the driver's side door, the dark curls of his artificial hair now hanging straight and thick against his face. 

She laughed even harder as he pulled on the handle, only to find that it was locked. "JADE! Let me in, babe! I'm getting drenched!" Alex screamed through the glass of the window, banging on the pane. Jade simply doubled over in laughter as Alex, in view of the situation, found himself laughing too. Finally, she got herself under control and hit the unlock button on the door panel. Alex hopped inside, slamming the door behind him, and looked over at her. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before breaking back into hysteric laughter. 

They were both completely drenched, Alex more so than Jade, but both soaked nonetheless. "I'm gonna get you later. You know that, right?" he asked coyly, leaning over to take Jade's chin in his hand and bringing his face only inches from hers. "I wouldn't have it any other way." she replied sweetly, dropping a little kiss on his wet lips before leaning back into her seat once again. "Now drive! I wanna get out of these wet clothes." "I wanna get you out of those wet clothes too." Alex returned suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows and placing his right hand over on Jade's thigh, which was covered by wet blue jean material, as he pulled the truck out of the parking lot. 

Jade simply laughed and yanked the ridiculous brown, soaked, wig from his head, instantly freeing his wild brown locks which flew in all kinds of directions. She lovingly smoothed the wild hair with her small hand, lightly allowing her nails to stroke his scalp. "Mmm, don't do that baby." Alex moaned lightly, trying to keep his attention on the road as the rain poured down harder and the lights of the streets blurred his vision through the front windshield of the truck. Jade would have ignored his request on any other given night, but considering the road conditions, she found it wise to comply and stop distracting his attention from the road. 

The ride home didn't take long, and soon they were pulling into the garage and out of the downpour. "You know, baby..." Alex began as the couple made their way out of the garage and into the house, "wet really is a good look on you." He continued to walk behind her through the kitchen and into living room, tossing the video down on the couch, and then followed her up the stairs, watching her soaking wet, jean-covered ass the whole way. 

Her brown hair was slightly drying now, revealing her natural waves, and it hung just below her shoulder blades. "I could say the same thing about you, sexy boy." Jade replied slyly as she reached the top of the stairs and turned around to watch as he mounted the last few steps right behind her. The thin white material that composed his T-shirt was completely transparent, revealing anything you'd ever want to see of his chest. His usually baggy track pants were now clinging mercilessly to his lower half, revealing everything you'd ever wanna see of that, too. 

The two of them made their way into the bedroom and over to their respective dressers, both of them pulling out fresh, dry clothes. Alex stood and watched as Jade, with her back to him, peeled the wet material of her shirt up over her head, letting her brown hair cascade back down her now bare back. She quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor to join her wet shirt.

Reaching into the bottom drawer of the dresser, she retrieved a little navy blue, spaghetti strapped tank top and quickly pulled it over her head. Alex continued to watch as she then struggled to peel the stubborn jean material from her body. 

Finally, after a tiresome battle, the soaked slacks were dropped to the floor, along with her underwear, and replaced by a little blue cotton thong and a warm pair of old sweat pants that hung low on her hips, leaving a section of her stomach unclothed. After she was finished dressing, Jade turned around, only to be met with Alex's intense stare that was already glued to her body. 

A slight grin stretched across her face as she seductively swished her hips over to him. "Were you watching me the whole time?" she asked, smoothly draping her hands on his chest. "Yes." he answered bluntly with a broad, proud smile as he looked down at her. "You could have helped me." Jade whispered sexily as she stood on her tip-toes and passionately enclosed his lips with her own. Her graceful hands slithered their way up his chest and around his neck, lightly running through his messy brown locks of hair as her tongue confidently probed his mouth, lightly running along the rows of his teeth. 

Then, just as Alex released a small sigh of satisfaction and embraced her small figure in his still wet arms, she brutally broke their lips away. "But its too late now." she giggled nonchalantly as she started for the door, casually flipping the rivers of brown, wavy hair over her shoulder. "Time to watch the movie!" she called as she skipped down the stairs and into the living room. 

Alex stood with his mouth hanging open in shock that she was being such a tease. He looked down at himself, standing nearly at full attention, and not the least bit bashful about the way his thin track pants were doing nothing to disguise his arousal at all. "Playing fuckin' hard to get. Damn tease." he muttered to himself with a small grin. "Gotta love her though." he laughed as he hurriedly discarded his wet clothes and threw on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, skipping the boxers, and bounced down the stairs. 

"So,..." Alex started as he plopped himself down onto the couch, "What are we watching again?" "Unfaithful." Jade replied from the floor in front of the large TV screen, waiting on the video to rewind. Once it had reached the beginning, she pressed play, stood up, and walked back over to the couch, flipping the lights off along the way. Alex watched as her beautiful form, illuminated only by the hazy blue light of the television screen, sauntered over to him and routinely laid herself down along side his body. 

He laid on his back, gazing down at her lying in his arms with her head resting on his bare chest and her small hand draped beside her face. She snuggled her body into his for a couple of seconds before she was finally situated. "Comfy?" Alex asked cutely, lovingly running his fingers through the brown hair that topped her head as it lightly fell down her shoulders and back. "Mmm, very." Jade replied, keeping her eyes on the TV screen as the movie started. 

Alex smiled and continued to stroke through her hair as he too watched the movie, which both of them had seen no less than a dozen times. After about 20 minutes, his gaze wandered from the TV and came to rest on Jade's figure lying in his arms. Her hand had subconsciously begun to trace little random circles on his chest and tummy with her little fingertips, giving him tiny chill bumps all over. He leaned his head to the side, getting a good view of her face, which was concentrating on the movie. His gaze then slipped further down her body to her chest. 

He could see straight down the little tank top that she were wearing. The soft navy cotton clung tightly across her chest and dipped down to the top of her breasts, and that was if you were looking straight at her, which Alex wasn't. His view was one that went straight down, revealing an eye-full of cleavage that was beginning to drive him insane. His hand, which had previously been stroking her hair, skimmed down her back and smoothly slid underneath the material of her shirt to rest on her bare side. 

Jade, feeling Alex's hand begin to wander, drew her knee up to rest on top of his thigh, lightly snuggling her crotch against his hip. Alex's eyelids drooped as he bit his lip and shook his head lightly, thinking to himself, "I swear woman...damn! She don't need to do that kind of stuff. That's alright, two can play at that game." He slowly let his fingers glide along the soft skin covering Jade's rib cage, smoothly making his way closer and closer to her breast.

Once there, he gently traced the fold underneath of it with his fingertip before slowly bringing his entire hand up to cup her breast in his palm. Instead of leaving his hand there however, he quickly slid it back down to her stomach and back over to her hip, resting it there. 

Jade grinned to herself and thought, "Alright, if that's how you wanna play," knowing that she was the better "tease" of the two of them and that she could easily hold out longer. With her eyes never leaving the screen, she slowly trailed her fingertips down his stomach, continuing to draw little circles all the way down to his bellybutton. Once she reached that point, she curled all of her fingers into her palm, saving her index finger, which she allowed to tediously glide down his little happy trail to the waistband on his pajama bottoms. 

Alex released an almost inaudible sigh, knowing exactly where she was heading, but, to his surprise, her finger simply retraced it's path back up his stomach, coming to rest on his chest right beside her face, which was still glued to the TV screen. Alex slightly frowned to himself, disappointed that his now slightly crowded pajama bottoms were ignored by Jade's heavenly touch. "Maybe she really does wanna watch the movie." he thought. 

After a good five minutes of motionless peace, Alex had fallen back into the plot of the movie, subconsciously rubbing Jade's bare side every once in a while. Just as he was about to forget her little "game" of tease, he felt her fingers once again begin their slow decent down his stomach. 

Alex instantly felt that anxious tingle and his pants became slightly crowded yet again as her feathery touch glided down his body. Once she was confronted with the waistband of his pants, she smoothly rubbed her knee over his thigh so that it was resting on top of his quite obvious arousal, causing a low moan to slip from his mouth as he felt her leg gently rub over the length of him and remain there. "You like that baby?" Jade asked, bringing her body to lay half way on top of his as she rested her chin on his chest and looked up into his eyes. 

"I thought you wanted to watch the movie." Alex replied with an amused grin. "I did. Now I wanna play." Jade replied with a wicked smile, bringing her body fully on top of his and letting her legs fall to either side of him. "What do you wanna play?" Alex asked curiously as Jade slowly slid her body up his until her face was level with his. She lightly skimmed her nails through the brown locks of hair on his head that were scattered in various directions as she pretended to rack her brain. 

"I wanna play fuck Alex." she answered proudly with a beaming smile. "Now that game sounds like a hell of alot of fun!" Alex laughed as he enveloped her body with his arms, bringing his lips up to hers. Jade graciously granted him access to her mouth, allowing his tongue to roam all over the inside. After a heated moment, she broke her lips away and slowly left a trail of wet kisses over to his ear. 

Taking the lobe into her mouth, she sucked it lightly and tugged on it with her teeth. After hearing a thick sigh escape Alex's lips, she released his earlobe from her mouth and sat up on his waist, looking down at him. "So, you wanna know how to play?" she asked innocently, biting her lower lip as she lightly glided her hands over his chest. 

"Sure baby, how do you play?" Alex asked, going along with the innocent theme while he ran his hands up her sweatpant-covered legs that rested on either side of him. "Well, its really simple." she stated, picking up one of his hands from her legs and bringing it up to her lips. "You just tell me what to do, and then I do it." She quickly slipped his long finger inside of her mouth and sucked it hard, raking her teeth along the flesh. 

"Oh damn baby, suck my dick like that." Alex grunted thoughtlessly with his eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of Jade's mouth. She instantly released his finger from her mouth and moved down his body. "Your wish is my command." she mumbled as she quickly pulled the thin flannel from his legs, tossing it onto the floor. 

His fully aroused member immediately confronted her, standing at full attention, throbbing, and already oozing tiny drops of pre-cum. Jade kneeled between his legs and grasped onto his rock hard cock at the base, bringing it to her lips. Alex's head instantly flew back in ecstasy, feeling her mouth take his entire length in, doing exactly what he asked without bothering to tease or take her time. 

Jade's mouth went up and down on Alex's throbbing cock, sucking just as hard as she had been sucking on his finger, and gently raking her teeth along the pulsating flesh occasionally. Alex's hands were tangled in the mass of brown hair that draped over her head and the actions it was performing. "Uh, damn! Just like that baby...oh god...suck me harder." he grunted breathlessly as she continued to work her mouth magic. 

She had gone down on him plenty of times before, but this time was different. She had never been this straight forward about it and never this aggressive. Needless to say, Alex was thoroughly enjoying it. "I wanna fuck your mouth, baby girl." he growled, flipping Jade over so that he was kneeling above her head. His hands remained tangled in her hair, bracing her head as he thrust his rock hard cock in and out of her welcoming mouth. 

Jade withdrew her lips slightly so that her teeth were more predominant. "Oh fuck! Hell yeah baby...oh god!!!" Alex yelled through his grunts. As he felt her teeth scraping against his pulsating flesh, he bucked his hips to her mouth. Jade grabbed his ass with her hands and continued to welcome his cock into her mouth with every thrust. 

"Oh baby, close your mouth around me." Alex pleaded and was immediately obeyed, feeling Jade's hot, wet mouth surround his throbbing cock as it pushed in and out of her mouth. "Make me cum baby...suck me." he commanded. Jade braced his hips with her hands, ceasing his movements as she took the length of him down her throat and sucked him in. 

That was all it took for Alex to fly over the edge and his hot spurts of liquid shot into Jade's mouth. "Oh god! Uhhh!" he grunted loudly, collapsing onto all fours as his entire body trembled with orgasm while Jade continued to take everything he had to offer, swallowing it all. 

Nearly spent and covered in sweat, Alex remained on all fours with Jade still beneath him. After swallowing the last drop of his salty juice, she released his cock from her mouth and slowly slid her body up under his, wrapping her arms around his neck. "What now baby?" she asked innocently, smiling from ear to ear as she looked up at his exhausted expression. 

Alex could do nothing but release a little chuckle as he eased himself down on top of her body. "I like this game." he softly whispered next to her ear as he rested his head in the nape of her neck. Jade let him catch his breath, tenderly gliding her nails through his damp hair. "So what else do you want me to do, baby?" she purred next to his ear, lightly taking the soft flesh into her mouth, instantly feeling his arousal return and press against her thigh. 

"Mmm..." Alex mumbled from her shoulder before sitting up slightly to hover just over her body. "I want you to stand up and get rid of all of those clothes first." he stated simply, sitting back to allow her to stand. 

Alex, in all his naked glory, settled himself back against the couch, his arms spread across the back of the sofa with his legs spread comfortably apart...the classic "guy" position. Jade stood before him, simply smiling at his nude form. "What do you want me to take off first?" she cooed seductively. "The sweatpants gotta go." he replied, watching as she automatically slid the thick material down her legs, revealing her little blue thong undies. 

She stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. "What next?" she asked. "The shirt." Alex answered, continuing to watch as she smoothly peeled the thin cotton tank top up her body and over her head, discarding it next to her pants. Alex instantly felt himself grow harder as he gazed at Jade's half naked body, standing right in front of him. He subconsciously licked his lips while staring at her newly-revealed breasts, causing her to giggle slightly. 

"Only one thing left." Jade smiled, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her underwear, ready to pull them down her legs. "Wait!" Alex said, stopping her. He sat up, placing his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, bringing himself a few inches from her bare flesh. "What is it?" she asked in confusion. "I want you to turn around so that you are facing away from me." Alex commanded gently, watching as Jade's soft form whirled around to leave him staring straight at her practically naked ass. 

"Ok, now you can take that little thong off." he told her, satisfied with his view as she bent over slightly before slowly gliding the cotton panties down her legs, stepping out of them, and tossing them to the side. Jade grinned to herself, knowing that he was thoroughly enjoying his view. 

Alex, not being able to resist any longer, reached out and gently slid his hands over her waist and down over her ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting his hands glide down the backs of her thighs. "Now turn around." he instructed. 

Jade slowly turned around and stood waiting for further instruction. Alex slowly turned and settled himself back on the couch, lying down on his back and motioning for her to come closer. "Now, come here baby, and sit right here." he quietly commanded, patting his stomach. She nodded in affirmation and took a step closer to the couch before raising one leg over his body, slowly lowering herself down so that she was straddling his stomach. 




The Game



Alex's hands were instantly at her hips, craving to feel her flesh. "Damn baby, you're so wet." he muttered to himself, feeling her wetness on his skin as he gazed over her naked body that was perched on top of his. His hands slowly slithered their way up her sides, inching closer and closer to her chest. 

Once he reached her breasts, he took the mounds of flesh in his hands and gently molded the sensitive skin in his palms, causing Jade's eyes to seal in pleasure as she released an inevitable sigh. Alex continued to fondle her breasts, lightly rolling her little hard nipples with his fingertips, yearning to taste the skin he was feeling. 

"Baby, lean down so I can taste you." he ordered, bringing Jade's upper body down to hover over his mouth. She braced her elbows and forearms on the couch to either side of his head to keep from lying flat on top of him. Alex's hands remained on her chest, guiding one of her rock hard nipples into his mouth. He hungrily sucked at the dark flesh, like a baby to a bottle, while his other hand continued to caress her other nipple. 

Jade bowed her head down, letting her brown hair fall everywhere. Her eyes were sealed in pleasure as she released tiny moans from her parted lips, relishing in the feeling of his agile mouth on her nipples. 

After satisfying his craving, Alex gently pushed her body back up into a sitting position. He grinned at her face, which was still plastered with a look of ecstasy and slightly panting for air. "Baby, scoot up here." he instructed, grasping Jade's hips to help her slide further up his body, leaving a tiny wet trail across his stomach. Once she was straddling his chest, Alex's hands halted Jade's movement and settled her wet center back down against his skin. 

"Now, raise up a little bit." he added. Jade lifted herself off of his body so that she was straddled over his chest, on her knees and looking down at him quizzically. "Just stay right there." Alex mumbled as he slid himself down underneath her body, bringing his face directly even with her wet pussy. 

Jade felt her blood begin to pulsate harder between her thighs as Alex's warm breath hit her throbbing lips. "Baby," she breathed, her eyes clenched, "I'm supposed to be doing the work." Alex held her ass with one hand as he looked up at her from between her thighs and asked, "What were the rules of this game again?" while he gently traced her soaked, pulsating folds with the tip of his finger. "Y-you tell me what to do..." Jade stuttered breathlessly, not being able to concentrate on anything but what his little fingertip was doing to her, "a-and I...do it." 

"Ok then." Alex said with a little grin, slipping his finger just barely past her folds and into her steamy opening. "I'm telling you to sit right there, hold onto the arm of the couch in front of you, and enjoy what I'm about to do." 

Jade couldn't find the voice to protest so she simply obeyed and braced herself against the arm of the sofa, awaiting Alex's next move. He smiled, seeing you comply to his request before turning back to his mission at hand. He slowly inched his finger further into her velvety wet walls until he could not go any further. 

Slowly thrusting it in and out, he brought her down closer to his mouth with the hand that braced her ass. Jade felt his breath become hotter and stronger as her core was pulled down to his lips. His finger continued to tediously plunge in and out of her as his tongue now slithered out of his mouth and lightly traced her throbbing clit. 

"Oh god Alex!" Jade moaned, Alex's teasing driving her wild. Her elbows were locked, hands gripping the arm of the sofa, bracing her upper body from collapsing. Alex continued to lightly run his tongue around her clit, knowing that he was making her insane. Finally, he began to move his finger a little bit faster as he brought his lips to meet her pulsating flesh. 

He gently sucked at the aching skin, agilely teasing it with his tongue from inside his mouth. Jade's mouth flowed with sighs and moans as Alex continued to mercilessly please her. 

Jade peeled one hand away from the arm of the furniture and ran it down the front of her body, yearning for some kind of touch on her skin. Alex caught a glimpse of her movements and decided that it was time to take things up a notch. He quickly replaced his lips with his thumb, rubbing her clit in deep circles as he allowed his finger to match his thumb's pace while he turned his head to the side and gently kissed and sucked at the flesh of the insides of her thighs. 

Jade released a loud moan as her hand grasped one of her breasts and instantly rolled her nipple between her fingers. Alex continued to kiss the soft flesh of her thighs, his fingers still working hard and building speed as his eyes remained glued to Jade's hand, which was caressing her own flesh. 

He felt an instant blood rush to his already aroused member as he watched Jade fondle her breasts. Just then, his next idea popped into his head. "Baby," he mumbled breathlessly against her thigh as he slowly decreased the movements of his fingers, "I want to see you touch yourself." 

He slowly slid back up so that Jade was straddling his stomach and he bent his legs so that his knees were directly behind her back, giving her something to lean back on. Slowly, he removed his fingers from her soaking wet, throbbing pussy and took her hand that still gripped onto the arm of the couch and slid it down his own body, leading it down to where his hand had just come from, leaving her other hand to continue to grasp her breast. 

"Lean back on my knees baby girl." Alex instructed, sliding his hand up the center of Jade's stomach and between her breasts, gently pushing her back against his legs. Jade, without opening her eyes once, obediently reclined against his legs and began to touch her sensitive clit with her fingertips as she continued to fondle her breasts with your other hand. 

She had only masturbated a few times in her life, and that was before she had ever met Alex. There was no need to ever do it after that because he always made sure that she were well taken care of. Now she was going to do it with him watching her, the thought of which turned her on immensely. 

Alex laid back, his hands braced on her thighs which were on both sides of him, as he watched her touch herself. He watched, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, as Jade's left hand frantically tried to touch as much of her chest as possible, grabbing her entire breast one moment, only to abandon that as her fingertips roughly tweaked her nipples and then went back to grasping the whole mound of flesh again. 

His gaze then flew down to her right hand, which was busy rubbing at her throbbing clit. Two fingers massaged the flesh in deep circular motions while the other fingers were curled into her palm. All the while, Jade's head was thrown slightly back, her eyes tightly clenched, her mouth open, and panting for air between her moans of pleasure, both from her own touch and the touch of Alex's rock hard cock pressing into her ass from underneath. 

After a moment more, Alex watched as Jade's left hand came down to join her right. The two fingers remained at her clit, roughly rubbing the throbbing flesh in continuous circles while two fingers from the other hand slipped into her wet opening. She instantly took up a rigorous pace, thrusting her fingers in and out of her steamy walls in sync with the movements of her fingers on her clit...in and out, in and out, round and round, round and round. 

Alex's grip on her legs subconsciously tightened while he watched intently as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. Jade slowly leaned her head back up, quickly opening her eyes to find Alex's face concentrating on what she was doing, panting for air just watching her actions. She felt an overwhelming rush of blood flow down to her pussy at the thought of him watching her pleasure herself, which only drove her to move faster. 

She began to slightly thrust her hips against her own motions, rubbing her ass against Alex's fully aroused and incredibly hard cock in the process. She threw her head back once more, Closing her eyes as she felt her walls begin to close around her fingers. 

Rubbing aggressively on her clit and thrusting her fingers as fast as her hand would allow, Jade finally threw herself over the edge of orgasm and a loud, long, drawn out moan erupted from her lips as the waves of climax crashed against her.

Alex not only saw her juices as they flowed from her opening, but he felt them drip down to his skin after running down her hand. 

After somewhat regaining her composure, Jade slowly pulled her fingers from her aching pussy and opened her eyes, only to be met with Alex's lustful stare. "Damn baby!" he growled, sliding his hands up over her waist and to your sides as he pulled her body down to rest on top of his. "I was about ready to cum with you." He whispered against her ear with a huge grin, bringing her hand up to his lips and slipping her two fingers into his mouth, tasting her milky juices that clung to her flesh. 

Jade nuzzled her face in the nape of his neck as she caught her breath, enjoying the feeling of him sucking the evidence of her pleasure from her fingers. 

After cleaning her fingers completely, Alex tenderly stroked through her hair and smoothed the locks down her back, away from her face. "Are you ready for my next request?" he asked slyly, bringing Jade's face up to his and prohibiting her from answering by overlapping her lips with his. 

He deeply caressed her lips, sliding his tongue in to stroke the inside of her mouth. Jade moaned lightly before pulling away, remaining a few centimeters from his lips. "Bring it on, baby!" she challenged, bringing her lips back down onto his. "Ok, this one's really simple." Alex stated sitting up, bringing her body up with him. 

Jade smiled in anticipation as his hands caressed her bare back, sliding from her shoulder blade to her hips. "It only takes three words to say." he continued, laying her down on the couch and situating his legs so that he was laying on top of her. "Me..." he said as his lips latched onto the side of her neck. "Inside..." he continued, as his hand skimmed down her body, quickly reaching his pulsating cock that laid pressing against her thigh. "You..." he concluded, sliding his entire length down inside her hot, waiting pussy in one swift thrust. 

Jade's eyes rolled back as Alex released a throaty moan, her fingers raking through his locks of brown hair as her hips instantly met with his, driving him in as deep as possible. Alex's arms encompassed her figure as his lips coated her skin in wet kisses that ranged everywhere from her ear, to her neck, to her collarbone, to her lips. 

She pulled her legs up to wrap them around his waist, locking her ankles right above his ass, the muscles of which were flexing in sync with the thrusting of his hips. "Uhh! Baby, don't do that." Alex moaned against her neck, feeling her interior muscles clenching around his throbbing cock as he slid in and out of her. 

Jade simply smiled through her pleasure, so proud of herself for learning that little trick about how to flex those "special" muscles. One of Alex's hands slithered down her back, coming to rest beneath her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh as he helped bring her hips up to meet his speed. "Oh god Alex, please go faster!" Jade pleaded, her head buried back into the cushions of the couch, her hands gripping mercilessly to his shoulders. 

Alex quickly complied, the image of Jade touching herself still embedded in his mind, making him grow even harder inside of her, driving him to go faster and harder. He rocked his hips to a feverish pace, moving in short, quick thrusts, leaving as much of his length inside her as possible and quickly bringing both of them to a peak. 

Jade's hands gripped at his shoulder blades, nearly piercing the skin, as the pressure between her thighs erupted and her walls began to pulsate with orgasm. Alex continued to slam into her harder and harder, until finally his hot cum shot from his throbbing cock, right into Jade's tightly clenched walls. 

He buried his head in the nape of her neck, his hips still bucking against her as his orgasm lingered on. His thrusts slowly decreased, bringing them both down gently. Jade moved her hands down his back, gently skimming her nails along the way, and laid them against his ass, keeping him from pulling out of her twitching pussy. 

"Baby," Alex panted against her neck before lifting his head to hover over her lips. "We should play this game more often." Jade laughed, bringing her lips up to his in a tender kiss. "You know what, baby girl?" he asked, breaking away from the kiss as his hands skimmed up her sides and he gently nuzzled his nose against hers. "What's that sweetie?" Jade asked, gazing up into his beautiful brown eyes. "We could always play one of my games." he suggested with a broad smile. "And what would that be?" she questioned seductively, skimming her hands up his back. "Fuck Jade." he replied with a sly, sexy grin. "Now that game sounds like a hell of alot of fun." Jade laughed, pulling his lips back down to hers once more. 



The Game



"Game on!" and he bursts out of the flag station heading for the right tape bunker. Sliding in he is already taking stock of the opponent. One on each side in the back, and one pushed up in the middle. Not a very aggressive move in 3-man. He lets fly with a stream of paint at the man in the middle, calling signals to his team mates. At once, the player on the opposite tape breaks a run down the tape to mid-field and opens up on him. Damn! "Hot Dog hose that guy on the left tape - you just let him take the 50!"

A quick glance back at the mid-field opponent and he's thinking his front player has opened up the game for him! That's one lesson this guy will learn today as three quick rounds takes that one out. The paint from their front player is all over the bunker - time to do something about that - 1, 2, 3 go! Up to the next bunker, hey, here's their right tape player with his butt hanging out! Two down!

Now where is that front player? Holy shit! Hot Dog is gone and Jake too! Its one-on-one!

Where IS that player? Yeow! That hurt! But I got a bounce, still in the game. There! The paint flys, the players move, seconds later its player on player - and he goes down.

That's it he got me. Walking up to shake that guy's hand and ... Oh my god! It's not he, it's she - and not just any she! "Well, who'd have thought I'd run into you? That was some fine shooting!" he stammers.

"Not bad shooting yourself. Surprised to see me?" she says slyly.

"Uh, yeah! I mean, you are a LONG way from home!"

"Well, evey since I got into paintball I've been traveling more. They just don't play as much out there as they do here. I like to get to the big events when I can."

"It is SO amazing to see you, after all of those conversations on the boards, and those, um, interesting PMs - I just can't quite believe I'm seeing you face-to-face! You look amazing!"

"Thanks! Its pretty kewl seeing you too! I'm not sure if I should blush or what!"

(referee) "Hey, you two want to take it off the field - we've got another game about to start!"

The Walk --------

They walk from the tournament staging area to a wooded area on a hill side, and into the woods. All the way they talk about stuff - paintball, the boards, Star Trek, whatever, but he can't take his eyes off of her - she's sexier than he'd imagined! "What? Oh, yeah, I agree, those guys are totally crazy ... " Yeah, whatever. Look at those eyes! Look at that ass! "Uh, yeah I'm listening, but I'm totally distracted! I'm still in shock!" ... "Yeah, I'll keep my eyes on your face and not on your tits!" Smooth move, old man. Now she thinks you are an old perv!

The path moves up a ridge, across a gentle wooded slope, and then to the edge of the tree-line where a beautiful meadow stretches out across the side of the mountain. The two walk out into the thigh-high grass, sprinkled with wild flowers. At the bottom of the hill a stream gurgles by and beyond the wood start up again leading to the feet of the mountains visible in the distance. There isn't a sound other than her voice and his heartbeat and the stream - the noise of the tourney is far behind.

"Let's sit down" he says. She nods and they sit in a place where the grass is a little shorter and look down the meadow. Its like something out of "The Sound of Music" and he realizes he has SEEN this place before, in his mind, in the hidden parts of his heart. This is the secret place he goes be with himself, and he is quickly lost in the sunshine and casual clouds that drift by. Except for her. She's never been here before, in his secret place. But what is HE doing here anyway? Christ, here he is, in this romantic place that reminds him of his most private dreams with this woman, this goddess. With a deep breath he lays back and closes his eyes.

The Kiss --------

After a moment he opens his eyes to see her lying next to him, propped up on her elbows, looking at him. Without a word she leans over and kisses him, softly, on the lips. The kiss lingers and his tongue seeks forward - and finds hers waiting! Warm light floods through him as if he has inhaled the essence of pleasure. Her lips are so soft, so sweet. Her smell is so fine, and her taste so intoxicating.

"I've been wondering what it would be like to do that for a long time." she breathed.

"Um, what are we doing?" he asks. "I mean, I'm married, and what about your boyfriend? Should we be doing this?"

"I told you to stop saying that. If it makes you uncomfortable, then don't do it. It's just for fun anyway."

Taking a deep breath he teeters on the edge of a knife. He looks at the curve of her neck and loses all control. Leaning over he takes her into his arms and kisses her long and deep - holding her close to his body he can feel every inch of her - and he wants more.

The Temple ----------

Undressing a paintball player is an interesting exercise. First to go is the jersey. This exposes more of her neck and her arms. He has to work his way up one arm, around her neck and down the other arm. The ancient Druids always circled the temple three times before they entered, and he is not about to be in any more of a hurry! Next to go is the T-shirt and chest protector. Under this is a beautiful black satin bra. He works his way down to her belly nibbling gently with his lips and tickles her with his beard just above her pants. And the pants are the next to go, revealing the matching black satin panties.

Her legs leave him breathless! He Runs his hands along her thighs and kisses her calves. Finally her toes need gentle but firm sucking. Each suckle bringing a sigh of pleasure from her. While he sucks, his hands stroke down the back sides of her legs to her ass. The satin over her magnificent behind is so inviting!

The first trip around the temple - time for another!

The sight of her in bra and panties burns in his mind and his cock begins to swell in anticipation. She already has him out of his jersey, and is working on the pants. He lays back down beside her and kisses her as her hand slips into his shorts and holds his penis with a firm squeeze. He slips his hand behind her back and deftly unhooks the bra. Her breasts are perfect - not too large, but definitely not to small. He begins with slow nibbling around the base - let's not go to fast now! Around the base and then up - almost to the nipple, but not quite, and back down the other side. The next pass his mustache brushes the nipple and teases it into standing up. As the teasing reaches closer and closer, the urgency of her stroking his member increases with a comensurate surge.

Back to her mouth for another kiss! And some stroking of the breats with his fingers from the bottom up to the nipple, across it and off. Then from the side, and up across the nipple. Her nipples are screaming now and sending waves of pleasure down her spine to her pelvis. He slides in and pulls her tight against himself as his hands run down her back and into her panties. Over to the thighs and then up across the front of her panties. The warmth and moisture underneath is already apparent. More strokes, across the ass, down the back of the leg, back up the inner thigh and across the vagina - the satin of her panties clearly begging to be removed. Finally the panties come off, and what a reward! Her labia are velvety, warm, and wet. His fingers slide easily through their warmth and up over the hood of her clitoris.

The second time around the temple is done, the third and final ready to begin.

He can't stroke his hand through her soft love too many times before he has to kiss it. It is so incredible, warm with a soft taste. His tongue stokes across the top of her labia and flicks her clitoris. Each stroke brings a soft moan. Then the tongue slips in deeper and deeper. He gets completely lost in her - the feel of her inner thigh on his cheek, the feel of her hips in his hands, the slow rocking of her pelvis, the view of her breasts. Faster and faster and harder and harder. She's panting now, but its not time yet. Easy, slowly. Kiss his way up her thigh, then back down to her vagina. Now its time for a finger, slowly. One at first - later two. In and out, stroke the labia while his tongue flicks her clitoris. Now the finger goes in deep, and curve up to the front wall of her vagina and rubs gently, before coming back out. Can't let her orgasm yet, he pulls himself away from her, bringing his knees up until he penis is stroking along the top of her labia, and his glans is rubbing her clitoris.

Time to enter the temple.

The Sex -------

With her legs up over his shoulders he slips his penis into her vagina. He strokes gently while he fingers find her clit and begin to rub. he has such a perfect view from here, she's lying back, the blood having rushed to her chest and face, her eyes are closed and her lips are full and red. Her pelvis rocks and her finger rub franticly as his cock strokes in an out, her ass gently buffering against his thighs. How long he continues like this is unknown, but finally he opens her legs, setting them to either side and bends down to kiss her. He is lost in that kiss, as their tongues swirl in their intricate dance, and humps slowly.

He eases his penis out of her vagina, and then quicly slips just the head in and out, counting 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 and then slids it all the way in. He kisses her. The back out for a count of 1 to 8, and then all the way in, out, and in a second time. A longer kiss. Then back out to slip the head in and out for a count of 1 to 7, followed by three slow full strokes. He is kissing her completely now as he continues the circle of nine until it completes with 9 full long strokes. Stars are exploding in his head, now it HIS turn to back off - don't want to cum yet.

She takes control. Over he goes and she is on top. Time for the main event. She goes to work. She has her feet on the ground in a squat and works herself over his penis. His hands help out on her nipple and her clitoris. As she gains the summit of the pyramid her eyes are closed and the wet is flowing from her vagina. His penis is so hard and her pelvis is working harder and harder until she explodes. Her muscles spasm and she crys in a low moan, stroking again and again as her orgasm pulses again and again. And then slowly she settles down on top of him, keeping her pelvis in motion, she kisses him.

That is all he needs, he is complete now - they could get up and put their clothes back on and he'd be satisfied. But she will hear nothing of that, and she goes to work again with a determined look in her eye. He closes in eyes and things of nothing but the intense sensationsat his groin. The hot wet pussy stroking up and down. Then suddenly he can feel it. Its down low, and it isn't there yet, but there is no mistaking it, he is going to cum. He exhales and relaxes his stomach and all of his muscles, then squeezes his PCs. Not yet. She keeps working, pulling it out of him. It rises further, it is filling up behind the base of his penis - the sensation spreads out, then pulls into the center. He breathes again and lets out a moan. This encourages her more and she redoubles her efforts. Oh, almost! It wants out!, But no push it down again. He opens her eyes and she is looking right at him. He leans up to kiss her and the settles back down. There is no stopping it now, the first contraction almost makes him shout, but before the semen reaches the end of his penis the second contraction adds to it and he explodes. Three, four, more semen - "Ah!" he crys involuntarily. He is spent now, but the contraction continue, and her strokes continue and the sensation in the head of his penis is more than he can stand and his muscles start to spasm and his entire body shakes and convulses.

When he finally gets his breath he realizes she is also still, on top of him with his penis inside her, holding him close. They lie like that for quite a while as the sun shines down, until finally she slides off to one side. His eyes are closed and he listens to her breath against his chest.

The End -------

"Hey, did you fall asleep?" Her voice calls through the haze. He looks up to see her sitting next to him - fully clothed - as is he. He sits up quickly and looks around. "It sure is beautiful up here - like some kind of secret spot for lovers."

"Very Beautiful. Too beautiful." He breathes.

She looks at him critically, "Too beautiful? Hmmm."

He stands up, "Well, we should probably be getting back."

"Yeah." She stands up and brushes her pants off, and walks over and slips her arm around his waist. He looks at her and she kisses him, softly, on the lips. The kiss lingers and his tongue seeks forward - and finds hers waiting! 

"I've been wondering what it would be like to do that for a long time." she says with a smile.

"Me too." he confirms. And then they walk off back to the tournament.



The Game



I was just sitting around my apartment feeling horny having just smoked a joint and watching the television not really caring what was on. I was unemployed again and weighing my options when the door bell rang. I got up grudgingly not expecting anybody at this time of day. It was my friend Danny, a guy I had known for years but not what a I would call a close friend. Like me, he was also jobless, but he seemed to be in that situation more often then not. I invited him in wondering what he wanted. Seems he had gotten board and knew I always kept some smoke. I was a little annoyed but what the hell, I guess it was better than sitting around by myself.

I fired up another joint and handed it to him, he took it and started to smoke and thanked me. While he took a toke I sat there kind of checking him out which surprised me. I like most guys had played those childhood games, I show you mine if you show me yours kind of thing with girls and guys but never really thought about being with a guy. He wasn't really a good looking guy but he had a great body, he worked out regularly, and for the first time I really took notice. As we smoked and made small talk I became aware that my cock was getting hard as I continued to check out his body. As I did I thought back over the years I couldn't remember Danny ever having a girl friend. Apparently he had noticed that I had been checking him out and he turned his body towards me and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. What really surprised me was the fact that my cock was getting harder by the second and I'm sure he was aware of it.

As I took the last toke and put out the joint Danny suggested we play cards. I said, "sure, what do you want to play?" "How about strip poker?" he asked. Unbelievably I found my self saying "sure, why not." I got the cards out and started dealing, my cock was hard and becoming uncomfortable in the confines of my jockey's. I lost the first hand and took off my shoes. My mind was racing as I dealt the cards again, I wanted to get naked and see Danny's body and cock. He lost the next hand and took off his T shirt, his arms and chest were very muscular and hard. He didn't have any hair on his chest and I couldn't help but notice his dark hard nipples. We continued playing and it wasn't long before we were both down to our underwear. There was no hiding our stiff cocks now and for some reason I wanted to expose my cock to him first, so I purposely lost the last hand. 

As I stood up to remove my jockeys an unbelievable rush passed through my body. I couldn't believe how turned on I was as my shorts fell to my ankles. I stood there, my hard cock stood straight out a drop of precum on the head. Danny stood up and quickly removed his shorts and as he kicked them away I checked out his cock. It was slightly smaller than my seven inches and completely shaved! He moved close to me and took my cock in his hand. We didn't say a word, I anxiously reached out and took his cock in my hand, he immediately pulled me closer and kissed me. My lips parted and accepted his tongue. As we kissed our hands explored each others bodies, I had one hand on his hard tight ass and the other was working up and down his hard cock and shaved balls. 

Danny broke the kiss and dropped to his knees and licked the precum from the head of my cock which sent waves of pleasure up and down my whole body. My hands on his head he took my cock into his mouth, the feeling of his lips engulfing my cock was unbelievable. He took the entire length of my cock into his mouth, his tongue working the underside of my dick as it moved in and out. I could feel the familiar tingling in my balls and knew I was ready to cum. I normally can go for quite awhile but the thought of shooting my load down Danny's throat pushed me over the edge. My balls tighten as I started pumping stream after stream of cum into Danny's mouth. He swallowed it all! As my cock started to soften, he continued clean me with his tongue. 

I knew I had to have his cock in my mouth! I pulled him up and told him to lay down on the sofa. I started with a kiss, I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue, sending a wave of pleasure down my body. My mouth and tongue moved down his neck to his chest, to his nipples. I sucked each one, biting softly, and heard Danny moan with pleasure as I worked on them. I felt his hand on my head as he gently pushed me lower, down his hard stomach towards his hard cock. His cock was oozing precum and I quickly licked it up, savoring the taste on my tongue. He moaned and his cock twitched as I licked the head. I slowly took it into my mouth, feeling the silky smoothness on my lips. I was able to take it's entire length into my mouth and worked it slowly at first, enjoying the taste and feel of Danny's hard cock. I couldn't believe how turned on I was sucking a man's cock! He started fucking my mouth faster as I massaged his balls with one hand and pinched his nipples with the other. Danny's balls tightened and I knew he was ready to cum. I worked his cock faster, waiting for his cum to fill my mouth.

I felt the first stream of his cum hit the back of my throat and couldn't believe how turned on I was! My cock had gotten hard again and I stroked as I ate Danny's cum. I tried to swallow it all but some leaked out and dripped from my chin. I kept sucking and licking until his cock was clean, I couldn't get enough. I moved up his body and kissed him, our tongues tasting each others cum, Danny broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, Fuck Me! I jump up and ran to the bedroom where I kept some KY. I ran back and spread some on my cock and Danny's ass. I put the head of my cock up to Danny's hole and pushed gently and was surprised how easily my cock slid in. I pushed my cock all the way in and started pumping, my balls hitting his ass, all the while Danny kept saying, yes Doug fuck me hard, fuck me! His ass was tighter than any pussy I had fucked and the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of his ass was sensational. Danny was stroking his cock and it wasn't long before he was shooting his load on to his stomach and chest. As he did I felt my balls tighten again and I came in his ass. I collapsed on top of him, my cock still in his ass. 

We spent the rest of that day fucking and sucking each other, we had a few more encounters but I moved and we lost touch with each other. I still get hard when I think back on our meetings.

This is a true account of my first MM relationship. I have had many since then with men and women but Danny was my first man. Our short relationship was an awakening for me and I shall never forget it. I'm interested in hearing from other bi people and their first experiences.



The Game



We're sitting in the living room watching T.V. He leans over and starts kissing my neck, pushing my long blonde hair aside. He slides his hand up my shirt, softly stroking my stomach, slowly moving his hand upward. I pull away from him, removing his hand. 

"I'm not in the mood tonight," I say to him. He looks at me for a moment, his long brown hair framing his face. "Oh really?" he says. "Yes," I say as I stand up and start to walk away from him. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see him stand up and I run to the stairs and up towards my bedroom. As I get to the top of the stairs, I feel him grab me from behind, his arm around my waist, his other hand over my mouth, muffling my startled scream. I hear him whisper in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to like it." He pushes me into the bedroom and I stumble forward toward the bed. 

I turn and see him closing and locking the door. He looks at me, a smile forming on his face. "Why are you scared of me?" he asks, slowly walking towards me. "I'm not," I reply, stepping backward, trying to distance myself from him. "Well, you should be," he says and lunges toward me, pushing me onto the bed. 

I try to pull myself away from him, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me down so that I'm flat on my back. He gets on the bed, his knees on either side of my waist, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. He leans down, his face next to mine, his long hair brushing against my cheeks. I look up at him and he meets my gaze. I can see the lust in his dark eyes as he says again, "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to like it." 

I start to struggle against him, bucking my hips and trying to pull my arms free from his grasp. I feel my right wrist slide beneath his fingers, and as he tries to get a better grip I manage to free my hands and twist my upper body away from him. Immediately I'm pushed back down with both of my wrists being held in his left hand. 

I see his right hand go into his back pocket and pull out a switchblade. I hear it spring open and I feel the sharp, cold blade pressing against my throat. A shiver of fear runs through me. He bends down, his mouth next to my ear and whispers, "I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to like it." 

I feel myself getting wet and I press my legs together , trying to hide it. He starts biting on my earlobe and kissing my neck. He lets go of my wrists and lifts up my shirt. He brings the knife down between my breasts and cuts off my bra. He traces the blade over my chest and back up to my throat. "If you move, you'll get hurt," he warns and he moves his mouth over my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. I gasp softly and close my eyes as I feel a warm tingle running from my nipples to my pussy. 

He unzips my jeans and slides his hand down between my legs. I feel his fingers part my smooth lips and slide into my wetness. He lifts his head up and looks at me. "Not in the mood, huh?" he asks, smiling. "My little slut is always in the mood." I say nothing. He's right. I want him to fuck me. He slides his fingers out of me and I moan in protest. "What a horny little slut you are," he says and removes the knife from my throat, returning it to his pocket. "I don't think you'll try to go anywhere now, will you?" I shake my head no, pressing my hips up against him. He looks down at me and traces a finger along the side of my face. I feel his finger on my lips and I open my mouth, sucking his finger in. I can taste myself on him. 

He removes his finger and slides my jeans off, taking my panties with them. His hands slide up over my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipples, making them hard. He lowers his head between my legs and gently licks my shaved pussy, his tongue sliding between my lips. I press myself against him as I feel his tongue lightly flicking against my clit. Again I feel a surge of heat course through me and I want more than anything to come. I close my eyes and moan softly as he continues rubbing my nipples and licking my clit, his tongue barely touching it. 

My hands are on his head now, my fingers weaved into his hair, pressing him closer to me. He licks my clit harder, faster, back and forth over and over until my back arches up against him and I cry out, my orgasm so intense I am left shaking.

I lay there, my legs trembling and I look down at him, still between my legs. He smiles at me and slips a finger into my pussy. "You're so fucking wet,' he says. I can feel the wetness dripping from me. He stands up and takes his pants off, then kneels above me and slides his hard cock deep inside me, groaning softly as he feels my tight, wet pussy surround him. I move with him as he thrusts, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. I place my legs over his shoulders as he thrusts faster and harder. 

My eyes are closed and I'm moaning now as I feel my second orgasm approaching. "Yesss…fuck me harder," I pant, barely getting the words out. I hear him start to moan and I tell him, "I'm gonna come!" My fingers are digging into his arms, and I feel him tense up as I climax, his hot cum mixing with mine.

We lay together, both of us sweaty, still trying to catch our breath. I rest my head on his shoulder and look up at him, smiling. "I like playing that game," I say.



The Game



One evening my wife and I went to a party at a neighbor's house. Toward the end of the evening, after many people had already left, only three couples remained. Matt suggested we play a computer game that he had found on the internet. Before turning it on, he warned us that it was definitely an ADULT game—if anyone didn't feel comfortable being nude in front of others, or even engaging in sexual activities, that we shouldn't play. After a few chuckles and grins, we decided to play. 

Matt set up the game by entering the clothing that each of us was wearing and listing the types of activities we would be willing to engage in. Next he entered a few "toys" that he and Kathy had on hand that we could use in the game. Once it was all set up, we began. 

It was set so that Kathy went first. Her piece moved automatically, but she didn't have to do anything. Matt went next. He landed on a space called, "Playpen." A message box came up telling us that Amanda was to remove Matt's socks. No big deal, but everyone was starting to see how this adult monopoly game was going to play out. 

John was the next player to be given an activity. He was to kiss Jessie. I wasn't sure how Jessie would react to this, but she had agreed to play. It was the first time since we started dating that Jessie had kissed anyone else to my knowledge. I was both jealous and excited as John crawled over to wear Jessie was sitting, knelt in front of her, and gave her a short kiss. 

Amanda, John's wife, then took a turn. She was told to caress Matt's neck. Amanda knealt behind Matt and began to rub and massage his neck. Matt stretched a bit like it was a very good massage. After a few more uneventful turns, Matt was told to lie down while Jessie massaged his neck. It sure seemed that Matt was getting the best end of this game, at least early on. 

A bit later, I was told to remove my socks. Shortly after, the first group interaction came up. Kathy was told to lay down while Matt and John gave her a sexy back massage. For the next couple of minutes, Matt and John worked over Kathy's back to her complete satisfaction. 

Soon I was told to remove my own shirt. This wasn't really a big deal to me since I often jog or work in the yard only n a pair of shorts. It did feel a bit strange to take off my shirt inside in front of my friends, knowing where this was leading. 

After several more turns, and a few kisses exchanged, everyone had made it around the gameboard at least once. The computer then allowed us to begin buying properties. 

After several properties were bought up, Matt was told to stand in the middle of the room with his eyes closed. Kathy and Amanda were to caress his body above his waist. The game told them that there hands could wander under his shirt. Matt did as he was told while the ladies explored his chest and back with their fingertips. 

On Matt's next turn, he landed on Kathy's property. He was the first to be asked a question that would become very familiar over the course of the game, "Do you want to pay or play?" Rather than pay a $525 rent, Matt chose to play with his wife. As his "payment," Kathy was to remove Matt's shirt. She unbuttoned two buttons on his polo shirt and pulled it over his head. Now two of us were shirtless. 

After several more turns with minor interactions, Jessie was instructed to remove my pants. It seemed the computer had it in for me. I was the first to lose my shirt, and now my pants. There was some consolation in the fact that I did not have to remove my own, however. Jessie was sure to take the opportunity to cop a feel here and there to make sure I was good and aroused when she exposed my boxers. 

A few more turns passed before Jessie landed on Matt's property. She didn't have the money to pay the rent, so the "Pay or Play," question was easy to answer. The computer told her to turn so only Matt could see, then open her shirt to flash her bra to him. Jessie raised her shirt and Matt obviously enjoyed to view of her 36C's judging from the smile on his face. 

Soon we had our first topless lady. Jessie was ordered to remove Kathy's shirt. I had often fantasized about Kathy. She is about 5'7" and athletically built. She has shoulder length brown hair and a perpetual smile. I thought she was one of the prettiest ladies I knew. Now, my wife was helping her out of her shirt. Kathy's bra was black lace which allowed everyone to see his pink nipples as they became erect. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Jessie's, but they certainly looked nice to me. 

On consecutive turns, Jessie took off her shirt and I removed her bra. Jessie blushed when she was told her bra was to come off, but she did not protest. In fact, she seemed a bit turned on as everyone focused on her chest. 

Once again, the computer had it in for me. I was told to remove my boxers. There I was, surrounded by five of my friends, naked as the day I was born. My semi-erect cock exposed for all to see. Not since I got married had I been naked in front of a woman other than my wife. Now I was naked in front of two of my neighbors who were both seated next to their husbands. 

The game was definitely getting hotter. More clothes came off and more interactions heated us up. Then Jessie landed on John's property. As "rent," Jessie was to kiss John while massaging his cock through his pants. For the next couple of minutes, four of us watched while Jessie French kissed Jessie and gave John's cock a massage through his cotton pants. John was clearly enjoying himself judging from the bulge that was now obvious in his pants. 

The game promised to get hotter still as the computer told us we were now moving to Level 3—the highest level. All of the men were already naked. The women still had their pants on. 

The first turn in level three proved the game was getting hot. Jessie landed on Matt's property. After deciding to play, she was ordered to lay Matt in the middle of the room and give him 3 minutes of the best head he has ever had. Matt lay down and Jessie straddled his legs. She began her three minutes by stretching out her tongue and licking the underside of Matt's cock. Soon she began to swirl her tongue around the head. After a minute or so, Jessie opened her mouth wide and started to deep throat Matt's cock. She managed to get his 8" cock nearly all of the way in her mouth. From the way Matt was breathing, I could tell he was enjoying himself. His hips began to buck up and down in time with Jessie's ministrations. About 20 seconds before the time was up, Matt's hip thrusts became more pronounced. Jessie grabbed his cock and placed her mouth just over the head of his cock. Matt shot load after load of come into Jessie's mouth and she swallowed every drop. Time was up. Jessie came back to sit beside me, took a sip of her drink and kissed me on the check. 

Soon another group activity came up. Amanda got on all fours in the middle of the room. John offered her his 6 inch cock to suck while I approached her from behind. She began to lick and cock John's cock while I began to rub my 7 inch cock against her pussy lips. She was clearly turned on from the game and her lips glistened with moisture. Soon I began to push against her opening. She paused her work on John to let a little squeal escape her lips. Amanda worked into a rocking rythym—pushing back against my cock while pulling John's cock out of her mouth. Then she would rock forward, pulling my cock from her cunt while taking more of John's in her mouth. I reached under her to massage her clit with my fingers. Soon she began to shake and convulse as an orgasm overtook her. John exploded into her mouth as I began to come in he snatch. The scene was almost indescribable. My cum leaked out of her pussy while she licked John's cock clean. Only five feet away sat my wife and two of my friends. It appeared they had enjoyed the show. 

Another group activity came up a few turns later. Everyone was naked now. I laid on my back in the center of the room while Jessie straddled my face facing toward my feet. I reached out with my tongue to lick her cunt which ad become very wet from the evening's activities. While I was doing this, Amanda lubricated my cock and her ass. She then proceeded to place the head of my cock against her asshole and push it in. This was the first time I had experienced anal sex, but it seemed Amanda knew what she was doing. Since she was on top, she also had control of how fast we went. In a few minutes, she had my cock buried in her ass. I marveled at how tight she was as she began to ride my prick. After a couple of minutes, Jessie reached out to massage Amanda's tits. Amanda responded in kind, and soon they were kissing. I was fucking my attractive neighbor's ass and licking my wife's cunt while they kissed—and it was all being watched by three more of my friends. Soon Jessie started to orgasm, her juices flowing down my face. She reached out to touch Amanda's clit while I continued to fuck her ass. Soon Amanda was also cumming. It only took a few more seconds before I joined them in orgasm. 

Apparently, the scene was too hot for Kathy, Matt and John. As Jessie moved off of my face, I could see Kathy laying on her back sucking Matt's cock while John knealt between her lags and licked her pussy. Apparently they had been at it for a while as well, because Matt lost his load into Kathy's mouth as I sat up. John then moved up and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Kathy's pussy. While we watched, John fucked Matt's wife to orgasm, then blew a load of come into her cunt as well. 

It took a little while for all of us to recover. Nearly exhausted, we all took our time cleaning ourselves and dressing. After saying our goodbyes, everyone departed. We have never gathered for another round, but I am still hopeful.



The Game



He remembered when he first met his wife, he was in an upscale city restaurant. He had moved to the bar after dinner to have a drink when he saw her sitting alone at a table in the corner. She caught his eye and he smiled to her. He went over to her table and asked if he could join her. She smiled and asked him to have a seat. She was easy to talk to and they chatted for a while, he learned that she was new to the city, that she had moved there recently to start her new store. She sold lingerie in a boutique she owned and managed herself. They had started dating the next week and found they truly enjoyed each other's company. 

Over the coming months they got to know each other better, but her past seemed a bit of a mystery. She had told him that her parents were both deceased, and she had no brothers and sisters. The rest of her family lived in other distant states and so did not see each other often. He visited her store and it always had customers in it. Conversations always seemed to stop as soon as he got close, once he swore he saw a man kneeling at her feet when he came in, but it appeared he had just been picking up something she had dropped on the floor. Also he thought this was simply because people were a bit nervous about buying these sexy outfits. A whole section of the store was even devoted to leather boots and costumes. 

When they had been seeing each other about a year he got the offer of a big promotion and transfer to another city. He asked her to marry him and come with him. She had agreed and sold her business and they had moved to his new location. He was very successful in his new position and they were very happy together.

Then about a year ago, he had just turned 45, was successful, doing very well in his career. They no longer had to worry about the bills. His wife had kept her figure and still turned heads when they went out. She didn't have to work, was involved with a couple local fund raising groups, and enjoyed taking care of their home. They were a typical happy loving couple. They had a nice house in the country, it was on a piece of land big enough that the trees hid it from the road. He considered himself a lucky man. Then one night they were sitting on the couch watching a movie, in one scene the woman had her lover tied to the bed and was doing a slow grind on top of him. She was tormenting him, fucking him slowly so he was out of his mind with lust but couldn't get that final release. He noticed his wife's hand slide between her thighs and her breathing got deeper as they watched the scene. He could see her gripping her hand with her thighs as the man begged the woman on the screen to let him cum. Thinking back now, that was when it had first started. 

Then one night the next weekend she asked if she could tie him to the bed. She said the scene from the movie had really turned her on. She wasn't sure why it excited her so much, but she wanted to try it out. He was so used to being in charge at work and having to make all the decisions every day that he thought it might be nice to give up control for a change. Let someone else make the decisions, to be able to just lay back and enjoy the sensations. He had assented and quickly found himself tied to the bedposts with four of his ties. That night she had teased him for an hour before letting him cum. He had to admit the orgasm he had was fantastic, better than any he had ever had, and that was when she knew she had him hooked. Little did he know that was just the beginning. The next weekend unknown to him the game was to continue. 

Friday night she opened a bottle of wine after dinner and made sure his glass was never empty, it was a nice night at home watching the T.V. and without really noticing he became pretty drunk. So that when he finally went to sleep that night with his wife beside him he slept very deeply, of course the powder she had added to the wine made sure of that. 

He awoke to a raging hard on and his wife slowly stroking his rock hard cock, but when he went to move he found out he couldn't. He was already tied to the bedposts.

Morning honey, I saw how much you enjoyed our little game last weekend I decided to give you a nice little surprise. I went online and got a few things to make it easier, and so that I can keep you restrained a little longer comfortably. The leather cuffs on your wrists and ankles are padded with sheepskin, and the locks that attach the cuffs to the chains running to the bedposts are all master keyed. 

Raising his head and looking at her he noticed the key on a leather strip hung around her neck. He should have wondered where she got all this newfound knowledge from so quickly but he was already crazy with desire and his entire focus was on the wonderful feeling of her hand slowly stroking his cock. Which was exactly as she wanted it. She was moving a bit fast for a supposed novice, but her experience had taught her that as long as a man was concentrating on his hard dick, he was very easy to manipulate.


I thought that since you had such a great orgasm last week after me teasing you for just an hour this time we would go for two. Before he could even start to form an objection in his dazed lust starved mind she reversed her position so her dripping pussy was over his face in a 69 position. 

She started that maddening slow stroking of his cock again. When he just lay there she dropped her pussy right down on his face sealing off his mouth and nose. He realized that tied to the bed as he was he couldn't breathe unless she lifted up off his face. He started to moan and struggle as he ran out of air. 

She lifted up off his face and listened to him gasp for a second. Let that be a little lesson to you, if I am giving you pleasure the least you can do is give me some in return. Now unless you want me to punish you further you better get that tongue of yours busy. 

With this one simple act she had established a link in his mind between being able to breath and sex and pleasure, overloading his senses with the smell of her pussy and the pleasure her hand was giving his cock.

She was pleased that he didn't utter a word of objection but simply started licking her pussy like a mad man. Over the next hour she continued to slow stroke him and keep him at the height of sexual arousal as he ate her through two fantastic orgasms. Thus establishing another rule in the game without him even knowing it, Mistress always cums first. Getting off his face and walking over to her chair to allow herself to recover a bit she was very pleased to hear him, without any urging from her, start begging her not to stop, to please let him cum. A nasty smile appeared on her face as she sat in the chair and lit her cigarette. She inhaled deeply and then blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling as she listened to his continued pleadings, which were music to her ears. They so reminded her of her other slaves, but he knew nothing of that, and if things worked out he never would. 

Oh but sweetheart you know the longer you wait the better your orgasm will be. I want you to cum so hard for me. Besides you were such a good boy making me come so well I need a little break before we continue. She took another deep drag and then without another word she got up and waked out of the room. Leaving him with another cloud of her smoke and her scent to keep him company. His words of pleading were music to his sweet loving wife's ears as she closed the bedroom door behind her. 

He was out of his mind with craving, here he was, a man used to making decisions every day that affected the operation of a huge company, in a calm rational way. And yet in just one hour his wife had him so filled with ravenous lust he had trouble forming complete sentences. He looked at the bonds that held him, tugging at them. Heavy padded leather cuffs were locked on his wrists, and then locked to sturdy chains, which were in turn locked to eyebolts screwed securely into the bedposts. And the key to his freedom was around his wife's neck. A feeling of complete and utter helplessness and submission flooded through him. He looked down at his cock, rock hard and dripping precum, and nearly screamed with frustration. His head fell back on the bed as he gave in to the fact that his wife was in complete control, but with that admission came the fact that he was also absolutely loving this. 

Sometime later, he had no idea how long it had been, she had removed all the clocks from the room and his mind was a wreck, she came back into the room. She looked quite refreshed. His cock had started to droop somewhat but as soon as he laid eyes on her it became ridged again. Oh darling, seeing you all chained up and lusting for me is making me so wet. I'm so glad you let me play this little game with you. She climbed up between his legs and then grasping his cock she started to stroke him again. He gasped and every muscle tightened trying to rip the chains loose from the bedposts. He just had to cum! Just one more hour dear and then you can have the greatest orgasm. He started begging before he even realized the words were coming out of his mouth. Pleading with her to please let him cum. Oh darling, all that babbling and we are just getting started, you're going to drive me crazy if I have to listen to that for an hour. Before he knew what was happening she had gotten off the bed and reached underneath for something. As he continued to plead with her she suddenly shoved a rubber ball in his mouth and buckled a strap behind his head so to hold it firmly in place. There, that's much better. Now I can have my fun in peace. Then she sat back down in between his legs and resumed stroking his now engorged cock, which was just about constantly leaking precum at this point. She could see the small alarm clock on the table beside the bed, but from his position her husband didn't even know it was there. Reaching over to the bedside table she lit a cigarette and settled herself between his legs to begin his next hour of torture. 

So started what was to become what he would think of as the longest hour of his life. She would stroke him for a while then use her mouth to suck him for a while keeping him on the edge and driving him further into his depths of submission to her. When she wasn't using her mouth on him she was talking to him, telling him how good this would feel when he was finally allowed to cum. How hot this was making her. She waited until she finished her smoke then taking her free hand she started fingering her own wet pussy, then showing him her soaking wet fingers. He could smell her and this drove him even more crazy, he tried to hump her hand but his bondage was so tight that he could hardly move at all. 

Finally after he had lost all track of time and just lay there in his bondage moaning into his gag she finally said the words he had been waiting to hear. Well dear your second hour is up but I think before I let you cum you should thank me for all my hard work. First lighting up a new cigarette she then climbed up to the head of the bed, she removed the gag from his mouth and kneeled over his face. Without a seconds hesitation he started licking her dripping pussy for all he was worth. She loved this. She just leaned her arms on the headboard and continued to take drags off her cigarette as his tongue continued to do its job on her clit. Every once in a while she would let her pussy drop down onto his face cutting off his air until his frantic struggles told her that he was getting desperate for a breath. This continued until she had another shattering orgasm. 

Then she slid off his face and pushed the ball back into his mouth and buckled it securely on again. Sitting on his stomach facing him she rose up and positioned herself so just the tip of his cock was inside her. Looking him right in the eye she said, beg for my pussy bitch. Without even thinking, he started begging, screaming into the gag, not even conscious that the ball in his mouth made his words totally unintelligible. Seeing her husband so desperate and filled with uncontrollable lust that at her command he was trying to scream words of pleading through a ball gag, simply because she commanded it, she decided he had earned his reward.

She dropped down on his cock letting it slam up into her pussy completely. She started riding him for all she was worth and in seconds he came. Every muscle in his body went taught, and he threw his head back and screamed into the gag as he came. To him it seemed to go on forever. His body stretched tight, the feeling as his cum poured out of his poor cock into her pussy. Finally he started to regain his senses. He felt her unbuckle the gag and pull it from his mouth. He heard her unlocking the cuffs and the chains. He just lay there recovering. By the time he came to she had stored all the toys in a box and slid it under the bed. 

She was lying beside him propped up on an elbow smoking a cigarette when he finally regained his senses, looking at him with a gleam in her eye. Honey that was fantastic, I have never seen you cum so hard, and it made me so horny I just wanted more. He just lay there as she curled up next to him, once again just his loving wife who did the shopping and cooking and took such good care of him, wondering when they would do this again. 

By the time they had rested and napped and finally crawled out of bed to shower it was after noon. He went to take a nice long hot shower and by the time he came out his wife was dressed and looking through the paper in the kitchen. Everything just slid back into it's normal routine and if not for the marks on his wrists where he had been pulling at the cuffs he might have thought he dreamed this mornings activities. 

She got up and gave him a hug. Thank you honey that was so good, I had such a wonderful time and it was wonderful watching you when you came so hard at the end. I have to go out to the store for a few things. I will be back in a while, and with that she was out the door. The rest of the weekend was pretty normal, they took in dinner and a movie with friends and then it was Monday morning and back to the workaday world. 

But things did change a bit that week, he noticed when they made love at night now, she expected him to lick her to orgasm first. She would sit back against the headboard propped up with pillows with him lying on his stomach between her legs, his face buried in her pussy. Then she would have him get on his back so she could ride him from above, controlling the speed of the sex and making him wait longer to get off. He looked under the bed one evening but the box with the toys was gone. The only evidence of this weekend's activities was the eyehooks still embedded in the bedposts. But even they had been painted the same color as the wood so they blended in unless you really looked for them. They had talked about what they had done last weekend and he had confided in her that he also found it exciting and that it would be all right with him if she wanted to continue to explore that type of scene, and even take it a bit further if she wanted to. She had hugged him and told him that she thought he was wonderful for indulging her. 

Friday night finally rolled around but his wife had a fundraising event with her girlfriends so he spent a quiet evening at home and went to bed. He felt her crawl in under the covers and snuggle up next to him as he drifted back off to sleep. When he woke up she was already down stairs. She was in her long terry cloth robe sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette, and reading the paper. As soon as he came in she looked up. Well you said you might want me to take the game a bit further if I wanted to, is that still so? I stopped dead; I felt my cock instantly start to harden. Yes was all I managed to say. Good then go back upstairs and strip naked. The box is under the bed; attach everything to the posts as it was last week. Then put on the blindfold you will find in the box and lay on the bed. I will be up in a few minutes. 

I headed back to the bedroom and found the box under the bed. I went right to work attaching the chains and restraints to the bedposts. As soon as I finished I buckled on the leather blindfold and lay down in the middle of the bed. Some time later I heard her enter the room and smelled her perfume. 

Before we get started I just wanted to be clear on a couple things. I want to let you know that I find this new game very exciting and I am so glad that you let me try this. It seems that you are enjoying it also but I want to be sure. I want this to be something we share together. 

Well I wasn't sure at first, but I have come to enjoy giving up power to you and not having to make any decisions for a while. I have to admit the orgasms have been incredible and I do enjoy submitting to you.

That is so wonderful to hear dearest, I am really enjoying dominating you and it does make me so wet when I have you all tied up. I am so happy to have such a wonderful husband who also enjoys my kinky little games. All right then, lets get started, spread yourself out so I can secure you. 

I quickly locked him in the cuffs and chained him out to the bedposts. In no time he was completely helpless and under my complete control. I had been doing some more shopping and reading on line during the week and couldn't wait to try out some more advanced training on my lovely husband. I went down the hall to a closet and pulled out a box with my new items in it and returned to the bedroom. I started in the usual way by sitting on the side of the bed and stroking his already hard cock until he was squirming and moaning in his bonds. Then I got one of my new toys and stuck it in his mouth and buckled it on behind his head. It was a dildo gag, a rubber ball went into his mouth like the one I used on him last week but this gag also had a nice 7 inch dildo which stood straight up off the front of his face. Once I had that strapped tightly on his head I decided to show him some of my other purchases. Standing beside the bed I took off his blindfold. 

The first thing I saw as the blindfold came off was a large shiny black dildo sticking up from my face. Then I turned my head to look at my wife and I almost came right then and there. My cute little housewife was standing there with her hands on her hips. Her face was heavily made up giving her a very severe look. She had on a leather corset, elbow length leather gloves and hip high boots with stiletto heels. She climbed up on the bed and straddled my head. My wife towered above me, I was looking right up into her wet pussy, her boots were on either side of my head and the smell of the leather mixed with her sex was maddening. She grabbed the dildo gag and slid the first inch into her pussy. 

Reaching over to the nightstand I lit a cigarette then grabbing onto the headboard I slowly slid down the dildo until I had the entire thing inside me. Looking down I felt an incredible chill shoot through my body. Here I was, a loving housewife, with my husband chained helplessly to our bed, impaled on a dildo strapped to his head, my body encased in fabulously tight leather, and I was in complete control. I had waited so patiently for this moment. Then feeling an incredible rush of power, and to enforce this point, I pushed my crotch down the last inch and my pubic mound covered his nose, suddenly sealing off his air supply. I took a deep drag and looked down at him.

What's the matter slave, don't you like my pussy, oh I see you are having trouble breathing. I could get up and let you have some air, but your struggles are making the dildo in my pussy wiggle around so nicely I really don't want to get up just yet. Your face is getting very red though, and you have been such a good bitch for me, letting me chain you up so nice and tight. I suppose you do deserve some reward. As I lifted up, slowly drawing the dildo out of my pussy, he started drawing in deep breaths. I was overwhelmed by the feelings of power that were coursing through me. God it had been so long. Looking behind me I saw that his cock was rock hard with pre cum already dripping from the tip. It seemed my husband was enjoying me taking the game to a new level as well. I was glad to see it because this felt wonderful! Taking another drag I looked down as I very slowly slid my pussy back down the length of the dildo, watching his face as he realized what was about to happen again, until I sealed off his air, then started grinding my pussy against his face. My juices were flowing like crazy and squishing noises started to mix with his plead full moaning as he ran out of air again. I watched his arms tighten as he started to panic and tried to pull the chains loose, but there was no chance of that happening, I had bought very,, strong,, chains. His struggles got more desperate and he was screaming behind the gag. I rose up letting him get some air; he must have been drowning in the scent of my pussy as he breathed in through his nose. I dropped back down quickly sealing him off again. He started screaming immediately as I only let him get a little air. I reached down with one hand and started playing with my clit. 




The Game



That's right dearest, scream for me, beg me for air, I am so fucking hot watching you struggle down there below me. Riding your face and suffocating you. I was going to need both hands now so I put my cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table. Grabbing the headboard with both hands I got up and let him have a few breaths then slammed my pussy down again, then I started fingering my clit furiously inches in front of his eyes. I was so damn hot. I looked down, seeing his face sealed underneath my sex screaming behind his gag as he tried to breath but I wouldn't let him. I was in control, total control, and I was loving it. He tried turning his head to the side to get some air but I just clamped my thighs tight around his head and ground my pussy tighter against his face. He was really screaming and struggling in his chains now, as I refused to let him breathe. Then as I looked down at him, listened to him screaming in desperation, knowing I had taken him past any point of consensual play, knowing that he was laying under me suffocating because he had no choice,,,, I came! God did I cum! I started riding that dildo on his face with abandon, plunging up and down on it, hands gripping the headboard. My head thrown back, screaming with primal lust. I finally, slowly climbed off his face, my leg muscles shaking. I looked down at him, chained there gasping, and my juices covering his face.

That was nice slave, I am going to the guest room to recover and enjoy the after effects of my orgasm. You have been such a good bitch I might even let you come today. 

Then I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me with out even looking back. 

I went to our guest room and just collapsed in a chair. My legs were still trembling and my hands were shaking as I lit a cigarette and took a wonderful deep drag to calm myself. I could feel my juices covering the insides of my thighs. The thought that my husband was still in the room down the hall, chained to the bed covered in my pussy juice, made me feel wonderful. I was really getting use to having my husband as my chained helpless slave. If he only knew how much I had missed this the last few years since we had moved. After I had rested in the afterglow for a while I got up and went into the bathroom and freshened up. Looking in the mirror I was amazed at the woman of power that looked back at me, and I liked it. I strode back down the corridor and opened the door to the bedroom. There was my slave still chained down, helpless, unable to do anything without my permission. I walked over to the bed and removed the gag. He started to say something but I just clamped my leather-covered hand over his mouth. 

You are mine now bitch, totally! You will only speak if I ask you a direct question. I see your cock is still hard, that is the only information I need. You obviously enjoy this treatment and want more. I removed my hand and he started to speak, without even thinking I slapped him across the face. I told you to shut up bitch, you obviously are having trouble understanding that I mean what I say. Well if you insist on using your mouth I will have you do something constructive with it. I climbed up on him in a 69 position and he went right to work licking my pussy. That's a good slave, maybe you are finally learning. I started stroking his cock with my gloved hand and he gasped and moaned with pleasure. He had been chained to the bed for almost two hours and I had barely touched his cock, but he had been hard the whole time. I kept slow stroking his cock, keeping him squirming in his bondage and right on the edge of cumming as he used his tongue to lick me to a couple more orgasms. Then I climbed off him, strapped the ball gag in his mouth and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were glued to my naked pussy as he lay there whimpering in frustration. 

Well I am getting hungry and I want some lunch but I know you are weak and if I just unchain you now you will probably find a way to get your self off. In your desperate state you might even try to force yourself on me. But lucky for you I have been doing some extensive research on this on the computer. You would be amazed at what is out there. 

Leaving him there whimpering into the gag I went to the freezer and returned to the bed room with a bowl of ice. Grabbing two handfuls I just packed it around his cock and balls and held it there. He screamed as the ice hit his crotch, but his cock did finally go limp. Reaching under the bed I pulled another item out of my box. It was a steel cock cage that totally encased the cock and balls with a hole on the end to allow urination. I stuffed him into it as he watched in terror, closed it up, slipped the lock through the hasps and clicked it shut. 

Now slave listen carefully, I have decided I like this so much that I am going to play our game all day instead of for just a few hours. You may be able to earn an orgasm if you behave yourself, but if you don't follow my orders you might find yourself locked up for the whole weekend, or longer. I have the key well hidden so if you want to have any chance of getting off today you had better behave. When I unchain you go down stairs and make us both a nice lunch. When we have both eaten I'll chain you back up and we can continue. If you understand and agree to this just nod, of course he did, I had left him no choice. I am going to leave the gag in slave. There is no need for you to talk. With that I unchained him and he headed for the kitchen as I stretched out on the bed to have a smoke and relax for a bit. 

After lunch I chained my husband back down to the bed and unlocked his cock cage. He had been so horny watching me eat lunch in my new outfit he had been dripping pre cum out the piss hole. Once I had him chained back down I simply continued the teasing and denial that I had come to love so much. I would tease him right up to the edge and then stop and go take a break and watch a movie for a while as he screamed into his gag in frustration. I would have him lick me to orgasm sometimes if I felt myself getting excited but then I would stuff the gag right back in again. In this way my husband spent the rest of the afternoon in sexual torment and denial. Finally about 5 pm I let him come so he could be released and go out and pick up supper at the local Chinese take out restaurant. Of course after he came I locked him back in his cock cage to reinforce the fact that I was still in control. When he got back with our dinner I had changed into normal clothes and cleaned up all the toys. Our life returned to normal for the rest of the evening except for the fact that my husbands cock was now kept locked in it's cage. 

Our life went on, both of us living a normal life during the week, except that now I was in charge of our sex lives, where, when, and how. I always came first and I always rode him from on top controlling the speed and duration of the sex, and how long he had to wait to cum. But on weekends he was my toy to play with as I wished. I ordered more toys and outfits, and he eventually spent most of the weekend in some form of strict bondage while I strutted around the house in my leather outfits. 

I still loved the man I married but I now also loved the powerful sexually dominant woman I had become. And judging from the way his cock was almost constantly hard and dripping cum on the weekends so did my husband. 

One thing that became obvious from his reactions was that he enjoyed being denied the ability to breathe while I was tormenting him sexually. So I started learning about breath play on some sites on the net. It took me a couple of months to get to the point I was comfortable moving to the next level instead of just using my sex to smother him for short periods, but one weekend I decided I was finally ready. 

It was Saturday morning and my slave now had been trained to wake up and prepare himself for the weekend. We now had a complete playroom set up in the guest room and that was where I found him when I was ready that morning. Laying spread eagle on the bed with all his restraints locked on except one wrist cuff with the padlock next to it, lying on the bed. I strode in exhaling a cloud of smoke and locked his last wrist into the restraint. Hello slave I have been doing some extensive research on the net about a certain fetish you seem to like and which also turns me on greatly. With that I strapped the ball gag on him and got my new toys out of a box in the closet. I walked over to the bed and let him have a good look at his wife/Mistress. I had on my leather gloves, a leather corset, knee high spike heeled boots, black stockings, and black satin panties. I climbed up and straddled him. Rubbing my satin covered crotch up and down on his cock. He moaned and tried to arch up off the bed. Taking another drag I took a clear plastic bag and blew smoke into it then slid it over his head. I loved the look of surprise in his eyes as I did it. Then I took a black silk stocking and slid it around the back of his neck. I started rubbing his cock faster with my silk crotch and he started breathing faster. I drew the stocking around the front of his throat and tied a loose overhand knot in it. The bag started to move in and out with his breathing. I pulled the knot tight around his neck and leaned back feeling his cock hard and tight against my satin covered pussy. He started to breath faster and quicker as his air started to run out, and I ground myself harder against him. He started to beg me behind his gag, nothing but mumbled noises came out but I knew he was begging for air. My crotch was soaked as I watched him gasp under me. I loved watching as the bag started to fog up and he struggled under me. He really started to struggle under me and that made me so hot. I loosened the stocking and let him get some air in the bag.

His cock was rock hard against my crotch and I could feel it throbbing. This was really turning him on. I tightened the stocking back around his neck and slid my wet satin crotch up and down his cock faster this time. He was moaning and gasping inside the bag, it was fabulous watching him. When I knew he was close I loosened the stocking and took the bag off him for a second. I removed the ball gag and slid the bag back over his head. He was deep in sub space just moaning and telling me how incredible this felt. I just tightened the stocking around his neck again and started to rub his cock with my now soaking wet crotch. I loved watching the bag expand and contract as he gasped inside. It was fogging up and he was begging me to let him come. I could tell he was out of air as the bag started to stick to his face as he drew in a breath. I was so consumed with the feelings of power and lust I ground my crotch against his cock and humped it as fast as I could. Suddenly I came, and so did he screaming inside the bag with the force of his orgasm, the bag plastered to his face. Then he started to beg me to let him out, he was struggling and gasping and begging. I just looked down at him for a few seconds enjoying the incredible feelings flowing through me as his struggles got more frantic, then I loosened the stocking and pulled the bag off his head. His whole body slumped back into the mattress as he drew in great breaths of air. I was still shuddering with the after effects of my own orgasm. I unlocked one of his wrist cuffs and dropped the keys next to his hand. Let yourself loose bitch, I am going to go relax for a while. I climbed off him and made my way to my bedroom. I collapsed on my bed and tore my panties off. I was so excited by what I had just done I started fingering myself as fast as I could. In short minutes I had another mind wrenching orgasm. Then just curled up and fell into a deep sleep.

Our bondage and breath play games continued. I loved the power it gave me and he loved the ultimate submission. We both loved the mind shattering orgasms that this play produced. 

Things continued as usual in the outside world, he got a nice bonus at work and I was still working with my charity groups. As far as anyone else knew we were just a regular happy successful couple. 

Then one Saturday morning I got up early, he was still asleep as I slipped out of bed and started to prepare for our scene. I wanted to really have an exceptional scene today. I dressed my self in a very extreme outfit, heavy dark makeup, thigh high leather boots with 5 inch spike heels, a leather collar with chrome spikes jutting out of it, a jet black waist cincher with bright chrome buckles, elbow length black leather gloves, I was the very picture of the bitch from hell. 

Going back into the bedroom I pulled down the covers and awoke my husband with a hard slap across his ass with my riding crop. He woke up screaming. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the playroom while he was still groggy. I pushed him down into our bondage chair and wasting no time I locked his wrists behind the chair with a pair of handcuffs. Taking a roll of duct tape I taped his ankles and calves to the legs of the chair. To finish it off I took a wide leather belt and fastened his chest tightly to the chair so he couldn't move an inch. My good slave husband wasn't going anywhere now. I lit my cigarette and stalked back over in front of him. I kneeled down in front of him and blew smoke in his face then started to slowly stroke his cock. In just seconds he was rock hard and dripping. As he leaned his head back and moaned I picked up a pill and a bottle of water next to the chair. I popped the pill into his mouth and held the bottle to his lips. Drink slave, this is something new; it is supposed to heighten your sexual response. He swallowed obediently as I resumed the torturous stroking of his cock. I smoked my cigarette and watched as he slowly slid into unconsciousness.

He wakes up a little groggy, thinking his vision is blurred but then realizes he is looking through a plastic bag. The bottom around his neck is open so although it is a bit warm inside he is having no trouble breathing. Looking straight ahead he sees two bodies on the four-poster bed they use for bondage in the playroom, they are moaning and moving in a definitely sexual way. He tries to get up but realizes he is still tightly bound to the chair and now has the ball gag strapped in his mouth. His struggles alert the people on the bed he is awake. 

Getting out of the bed his Wife Dominatrix lights a cigarette and walks slowly over to him. He looks back over to the naked young hansom male still on the bed, then up at his wife.

Hello slave, welcome back. Kneeling down in front of him she starts to slowly stoke his cock. Even though he is shocked and upset to find his wife in bed with a young lover he gets rock hard in spite of himself. Once he is good and hard she ties the silk stocking around his throat and knots it, sealing him inside. She takes another drag and then resumes stroking his cock.

Slave this nice young man is my lover, he has been my lover and slave for about a year now. I do care for you slave but you are getting a bit old and boring. I want a good life with my new lover but we need your money to make sure of that. I have been going to a new therapist. I have told him how you play these dangerous sex games, tying yourself up and bagging yourself. They even have a name for it, autoerotic asphyxia. The computer is full of porn sites about it, I used your name and password when I did all my research, so when they check it will look like you were the one totally obsessed with the subject. While you were out I put your fingerprints on the bag, the tape, the cuffs, and the handcuff key has a string tied to it. The key is right on the floor under your chair. It will look like you were playing your dangerous game and had the keys tied to the cuffs so you could let yourself out, but the string became untied and the key fell out of your reach. You have been good to me so I want your last session to be really intense.

Standing there smoking her cigarette she watches calmly as he is trying to scream something at her from behind the gag but nothing but noise comes out. The bag has started to fog up and is moving in and out with every breath. He is really struggling now, trying to get loose. But he is tied very tightly. 

Blowing a cloud of smoke at him she whispers, isn't this what you wanted dearest, for me to take the game further, to be a really cruel sadistic Domme? 

His struggles grow frantic as he runs completely out of air, the bag plastering itself to his face with every intake of breath. Taking a deep drag of her cigarette she hands it to her new slave. Her other hand goes to her crotch, stroking her clit, as she just kneels there watching him. She speeds up the speed of the stroking of his cock as she sees the bag is out of air. She feels his cock throb and sees his balls pull up, telling her he is about to cum. She lets go of his cock as it spurts; pulling the crotch of her panties to the side she rams her fingers up inside her soaking pussy causing her own orgasm. As she watches he arches against his bonds from the force of his orgasm, screaming into the gag. 

Then he just slumps back in the chair, the bag moves a couple of more times, slightly, then is still. 

Getting up she walks over to her lover and wraps him in a tight embrace, whispering in his ear, that's it darling, it's all ours now. 

Letting go of him she starts to pick up her clothes. Well dear you had better leave now. I am going to wipe a few things down to make sure my prints are not in any of the wrong places. This has to seem as if he did it to himself. 

I am going to go out and do a little shopping, and then when I get back I will phone the police and tell them I just got home and discovered him like this. 

I hope he really enjoyed that last orgasm, after all he was a very good slave.

THE END.



The Game



They had played the game occasionally for years. It was a friendly competition between the two of them -- a competition that pitted his fingers and tongue against her willpower. His fingers and tongue always won, but even in losing, she would receive a spasmodically satisfying prize.

The game began with an offhanded comment she made several years ago about his "losing his touch". Gradually, over time, it turned into a way for her to lovingly tease him. And since they both loved to tease and be teased, the teasing and the game became more elaborate. 

Now they both eagerly looked forward to those days when she would say "You've lost your touch," which would signal the start of the game. "Oh, I have, have I?", was his line, which was always delivered with mock outrage. 

"I'll show you who has lost his touch", he would say as his body moved toward hers.

He would then stroke, and kiss, and caress, and stimulate every square inch of her body over a very long period of time. He would tease, but not please her. He would draw it out, building the tension in her body until she almost exploded. And then he'd back off just a bit.

They had made love so many times that he knew her body the way a master musician knows his instrument. He could make her body sing. And sing it would. During the game, it would sing and sing and sing, but never quite reach that moment of release. He would do everything in his power to ignite her lust and to make her body cry out for release, but he was very careful to not ever push her over the edge. 

Closer and closer he would take her, until, when he knew she couldn't take anymore, he would tell her "Say it! Say it! Say it!"

When she did, he would wrap his mouth firmly around her swollen clit and body slam her over the edge into an orgasmic abyss. She would have an orgasm of such intensity that she very nearly lost consciousness. As her orgasm subsided and she was just about to regain some sense of reality, he would slide into her and they would grind frantically against each other. Afterwards, they held each other and kissed and smiled. Another good game.

Last night, it was different.

Last night, she seemed to have a bit more of an edge in her voice when she said "You've lost your touch." Her voice seemed much more challenging than usual. It seemed to say she wanted some newly exciting version of the game. He decided to give her one.

He approached her, forcefully grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head, pulled her face close to his, and glared into her eyes. "Oh I have, have I?", he said, his voice threateningly sexual. "We'll just see", he added.

He let go of her hair and placed both of his hands on the top of her thin cotton nightie, and suddenly jerked his hands apart, tearing the nightie open right down the front. He brazenly stared down at her exposed and now firm nipples.

She was momentarily frightened to see her gentle man act so forcefully, but the fear was quickly overtaken by excitement. She decided to play her part to the hilt.

At first, he couldn't read her expression; he thought he had gone too far. But after a moment, he saw a look he recognized. The look said, "I dare you." He walked over to the bed and sat on it. In as firm a voice as he could muster, he said "Get over here."

She just stood there defiantly starting at him, her face still daring him. She let the nightie fall off her shoulders to the ground. She didn't budge.

"OK," he said, "we'll do it the hard way."

He got up off the bed and approached her. He tried to pick her up, but she resisted. He grabbed her and tried to pin her arms behind her back, but she moved too quickly for him. They fell to the floor, and were soon involved in an all out wrestling match with hands grasping, arms locked, legs entwined. Her strength was matched against his. She was no match for him, and they both knew it. But they both became irretrievably excited from the competition.

He grabbed at her breasts and her crotch in his attempt to subdue her. These were not the most efficient places to grab if his desire was truly to win a wrestling match, but they were surely the most fun. 

They wrestled until they were both panting with exertion. She knew she had lost when she was face down on the floor, his body fully on top of hers. She could feel his excitement poking into her thigh.

He forced both her hands behind her back and held them together with one hand, and then picked her up and carried her to the bed. He spun around and sat on the bed, letting her body fall face down across his lap.

"You're going to say it right away this time," he said.

"Yeahsureright", was her response.

He lifted his hand slowly, making sure she could see what was about to happen as she looked back at him, and he brought it down landing on her butt. It was a half-hearted blow, which had very little effect on her, particularly through her panties. He spanked twice more like this.

She laughed.

Her laughter enraged him, and he quickly yanked her panties down, leaving them around her knees.

Her face was the picture of defiance, and she said "If you think you're going to make me say it with that, you're nuts." His hand raised up again. "It's going to ta . . ."

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

"aaaaaaaaaa", she bellowed. The word "take" turned into a scream of pain from her. He knew it stung that time. He had spanked her with all his strength. He spanked her so hard that his own hand stung.

Her face quickly changed to the oddest mixture of shock, pain, fear, and arousal. 

He looked down at her ass and saw the red marks from his hands on her cheeks. Then he looked into her eyes; he saw the beginnings of tears. It made him want to comfort her. He blew gently on her reddening skin. The cool air relieved some of the sting.

Then he began pulling apart her cheeks. He was exploring, just looking around in her most intimate places. He saw her anus, and a bit further down the hairy skin surrounding heaven's gate. His fingers wandered into these places. They touched and caressed. They twirled the hair. They ran around the rim of her anus. They dipped slightly into her pussy. They were soon coated with her thick broth.

"Well?" he asked.

The sting had subsided and the fingers around her sex had aroused her in the oddest way. The pain had been somehow transposed into a sexual pleasure for her. Her entire bottom was a sex organ that was being stimulated by the sting of the pain. She became emboldened by the surging pleasure, and the defiant look returned to her face.

"Well, what?" she said.

WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.

Three more blows landed firmly on her butt. This time the pain was sharper, causing her eyes to tear up right away. And once again, his fingers began to explore her pussy. Massaging the lips around her opening, sliding around in the moisture, tugging on the pubic hair. He slid a finger into her and began massaging inside her.

He withdrew that finger from her pussy and brought it up to her lips. She eagerly licked it clean; she loved the taste of her own excitement. She once again felt the pain morphing into a very intense pleasure all over her bottom.

He returned his finger to her pussy and slid it back in. He massaged her in just that spot he knew would make her wild, but would not allow her to come.

"Well?", he asked once again.

She just shook her head.

He lifted his hand up, his face twisted in a lust fired rage, and prepared to smack her ass again. She cringed expecting to feel the sting. He looked right into her eyes and held his hand there for a long time.

Then he slowly lowered it and slid his fingers back into her pussy, stroking her clit briefly. Her eyes closed tightly as the sudden wave of pleasure washed over her.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

He spanked her with his other had as soon as her eyes closed. This time she almost came from the combination of his fingers in her pussy and the smacks on her ass. The excitement was getting to be too much for her.

She needed to come and she knew it.

His finger stroked all around her clit, circling, teasing, torturing, but not satisfying her. It was making her crazy.

"Say it", he said very calmly. Almost frighteningly calmly.

This time she knew she had lost. "You still have it," she said as quickly as she could.

He rolled her off of his lap and positioned her so her feet were on the ground and her body was lying face down on the bed.

He knelt on the ground between her legs and buried his face in her pussy, immediately engulfing her clit in his mouth, and he sucked it in and out of his mouth in just the way he knew would make her come fast and furiously. 

It took almost no time at all. Each breath of hers was accompanied by a cry as she felt her body being taken over and shaken mercilessly by the mysterious pleasure. She came and came.

When he could tell she had had enough, he stood up, yanked down his pants, slid his cock into her and began pumping wildly right away. He too came very quickly.

Afterwards, they held each other and kissed. He put lotion on her bottom and did his best to soothe the pain, which he now felt somewhat guilty about causing. She of course, lay on her belly for the rest of the night.

They both wondered about how the other really felt about what had just happened. They both knew they had turned a corner, and they were both excited about where this would lead them.

They both knew the game changed.



The Game



I glance subtly out of the window, watching him watching me. He stands, dressed in black, like the night. So silent, so still, he could be my imagination. I can see him. He’s been watching me for days now, ever since we met at the diner. Even then, I knew he was dangerous. There was something in his eye, something in the tone of his voice. He was a little too aggressive... but I liked it.

I realize that some day, I’ll probably find the one man I can’t handle, and get killed. But that’s all part of the thrill. He’ll follow me, threaten me, and maybe threaten the people around me. Then one night, he’ll break into my place and attack me. Rape me. Then, either he’ll be overcome with guilt or he’ll try to kill me. Blood and sex... pain and pleasure. I’ll make sure it’s good for him, too... before he goes to jail, if I don’t just shoot him first.

The first time I actually got raped, it was for real. Something about it, though... the domination, the humiliation, the pain... it really got me going. He actually tried to use that in court to get away with what he’d done. Rape is rape... and no means no, and it doesn’t matter if I manage to get a little pleasure out of it. There’s only been one other man who went to jail for raping me. The other one... well, he met my gun. I suppose I should feel guilty for messing with their heads, but I figure that if it hadn’t been me, it would have been some other girl. And if that’s the case, then it should be the one who kind of likes it rather than the girl who can’t handle it. 

I turn slowly, subtly modeling to wet his appetite. Scarlet silk hugs curves, red lace caresses my thighs. This particular piece of lingerie makes me look perfect, round breasts, long legs, soft hair flowing down like water. I reach down to get a book, bending to show off my tight ass. It’s a little too small, but it’s a perfect shape. I work out enough that it had better be.

Deciding that’s enough, I go to the bed, where I snuggle up to my pillows and try to read the book. My bed is beautiful... perfect, like what I’m wearing. I wonder how many weeks it will be before he breaks in. I stroke my soft velvet pillows as I turn the pages of the book, absently glancing at the words, thinking that my bed is the best setting for a good hard fuck. I move my legs around on my satin sheets, under the down filled comforter. So soft, like a cloud... the world melts away when you get in this bed.

Finally, I feel myself almost doze off, and reach over to turn off the lamp. The ticking of the clock interrupts the silence of the house. I am lulled to sleep by the comfort and silence. And rudely awakened by the hand over my mouth.

“That was some show, whore.” The voice is quiet and dangerous. Surprised, I am wide-awake and peering through the darkness. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. It never goes this way. There was no warning, or as I consider it... foreplay. This is against the rules! “So foolish... so conniving... did you really think I’d play your little game?” My heart pounds furiously in my throat, everything in me clenches. He knows!

I feel terror grip me, but simultaneously feel my nipples harden into tight buds. I silently plead with my eyes, grasping at the inner strength I usually rely on. GET A GRIP! I tell myself. Funny how you don’t listen to yourself that well when you really need to. His hand presses my head back into the pillow, so strong and rough against my soft lips. I can smell him, a mix of cologne, deodorant, and excitement. I feel a warm tingling in my belly and between my thighs.

Watching me, he slowly takes his hand from my mouth. “What, you want this cock, bitch? Want me to fuck you and beat you so you can call the police and say it was rape? You want my ass in jail, right? You little bitch. You get your kicks this way?” Inside my mind, I cringe. I’m admitting nothing to this man. I glower at him, refusing to respond. His hand comes swiftly down to hit me, and sends stars shooting through my head.

I blink and struggle to get up. I want to fight, this time for my life, rather than kicks. I know he seriously wants to make me suffer for what I’d wanted to do. He hits me again, sending me back down on the bed. Dizzy, I continue trying to get up. “You’re going to get what you want. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to fuck you, wanted me to come and take what I want. I’m gonna take it. You wanted me to be an animal, make you submit. I’m going to make you submit. Definitely. Your ass is mine. You’re going to pay for what you wanted to put me through. You wanted to get me in jail for acting on my emotions... emotions you were planning on toying with!” 

He picks me up and slams me down on the floor, my head hitting the leg of the bed. I hardly notice it when he kicks me. The room is spinning, and I fight to get up. I command my leg to kick him, but nothing is cooperating. I must be in a state of shock. His boot makes contact again, this time with my stomach. Curling to a fetal position, I fight back tears. Never be weak before the enemy. I reach under the bed, hoping to find something to use as a weapon. I find only a soft fuzzy house slipper. By this time, of course, he jumps on me. I feel his weight over my legs. I look up to see him crouched over me.

I cry out in terror and pain as he literally rips my clothes off. The soft satin and lace tears like thin paper in his hands. He flings wispy fabric to the floor, and roughly grabs my breast. Despite myself, I feel it respond, the flesh warm and firm, the nipple hard against his fingers. I moan in pleasure and he angrily presses his fingers deeper, kneading my tit roughly. Continuing his process, he reaches down to tear the panties that barely cover me.

When he makes contact, he finds the material wet, and the movement has caused it to scrunch into a thin cord of fabric between the lips of my pussy. It goes back and into the crack of my ass, disappearing between my cheeks. He pulls the strip of cloth roughly, pulling it farther in the crevice. It presses against the entrance of my vagina and rubs against my swollen clit. His finger plunges into me and a barking laugh comes from his throat. “Oh, yea, I knew you wanted this. You’re so fucking wet.” He shoves his finger into my mouth, and I bite down, trying not to taste my juices on him. With a snarl, he hits me again. He grabs my arms and shakes me, yelling. Spittle flies in my face. “Try that the next time I shove something in your mouth, and I’ll KILL you. Do you understand that?!”

At the thought of him shoving something else in my mouth, I feel my pussy get even wetter. It has to be obvious to him; the scent of me suddenly becomes more pungent. I feel his nails bite into the soft skin of my arm and he drags them down my body. His hands slide across my chest, then my belly. His fingers go to my throbbing clit, rubbing it hard. I yelp in pain, though I also feel the excitement building up. I know that whether or not I want to, I’m going to cum tonight. My thighs spread for him of their own accord, and he sneers at me. “Rape, huh? That’s what you want to pretend it is? Your pussy needs it if your mind don’t.”

Just hearing the words issue from his mouth gets my cunt dripping, clenching, hungry to devour his cock. He puts a finger into me, moving it in and out, using his other hand to push me down. His fingers pinch my breast as he probes me. Then I feel another finger move into me... then another. He plunges three fingers deep inside of me, and I cringe away in pain, screaming. A hand comes across my mouth again, and he slaps me. I quiet as quickly as possible, and his fingers start pushing into me again, fucking me hard. They ram deep into the sticky wet tunnel between my thighs. It excites me as much as it hurts me, and for a moment, my hips buck wildly, craving yet more. I look up to see the bored amusement on his face, and remember that this is rape.

I try to throw him off, fighting both him and myself. He smirks and lays down on me. Softly, I hear him say it against my lips as he lays his body over mine. His hands slide up my sides, over my tits, raises my arms and hands over my head as he says it repeatedly. “Tell me you want it.” I fight to deny it, partly because I really don’t want this anymore, but partly because I’m afraid he’ll stop if I want him to continue. 

His teeth nip at my throat, my shoulder, and my breast. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and he begins to bite down harder at my silence. I yelp and struggle to get away, but his teeth clamp around my nipple. They pierce the skin and he sucks the bleeding flesh into his mouth. I struggle for escape and his hand slides back down between my thighs, where I lay exposed by the knee he has planted on the floor. I feel his finger press against my swollen lips, probing in to rub against my slippery clit. As he makes contact, I jerk, my body coming close to a small release. He stops moving and waits for me to calm down before touching me again, his finger sliding deep into me. I feel it building up again, and again, he stops. “Admit that you want it, and I’ll give it to you. Or, we can just do this. What do you think?”

With my free arm, I reach out to elbow him, then rake my nails down his face. He jabs his fingers inside of me and against me, and tears spring to my eyes. I howl in pain and try to curl into a ball. I lift part way up, and he slams me back onto the ground. “So, you really, really want me to just take it?” He brings his other knee in between my legs even as I try to squeeze the first one out. As he lifts up to unfasten his jeans, I scramble backward, away from him. He reaches out to catch me, and I kick him in the face. I continue to crawl away from him, turning over to get up as I get out of reach. He fumbles toward me, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him. His pants are halfway down and I can feel the head of his dick bouncing lightly against me as he chases me, both of us slightly hunched over. 

I get upright and run only a moment before he does, but his pants slow him down. He stops to strip and I race out of a door towards the front of the house. I fumble with the locks, wondering how on earth he got inside. The chain lock is hard to reach, and as I open the door, he slams it shut. Frustrated, I curse as I spin around kicking. My foot lands solidly into him, but he still manages to grab it as he falls. We both crash to the floor, me on top of him. My head hits the wall. Too dizzy to react quickly, I fail to escape as he grabs my hips, pulling my ass onto his lap. His dick is rock hard, and my gasp is of both fright and arousal.

Grunting, I try to get up, and feel him yank my hair back. He winds it into a rope, twisting it around his hand. He gets up and uses it like a leash, guiding me forcefully to the room again. Small needles of pain shoot through me as he pulls me backward. He jerks me every few steps, keeping me off balance. Finally, he flings me onto the bed, and jumps onto me. With a look of annoyance, he brings his hand down and hits me across the face, then swings it back to hit me again. My head slams into the pillow and lay there silently, trying to get myself together. Once again too stunned to fight, I feel him arrange my legs and position himself between them. 

My widespread legs display my hungry pussy to him, pink and glistening. Momentarily, I can feel the dampness on my thighs cool as the air hits it. Then, he is down, his hands gripping my thighs as he lowers himself. The large piece of flesh between his thighs probes lightly against me. My body jerks in response and the walls of my pussy clench in need. Still, I refuse to admit that I want him, that my body craves his violent caress. I make more futile attempts to escape, but am almost mindless with desire. My body is weakened from the fight we’ve already had. I groan inwardly when I feel his finger lift my face to make me look at him. “Open your eyes, bitch. I want you to watch everything I do. If you really don’t want it, I want you to tell me... but I expect that you’ll be begging for it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, and push against him, hoping that somehow he’d be thrown off balance. I was hoping that his insistence of my acquiescence would help me fight him off. Instead, I find him ready for the struggle, and he laughs mockingly as he wraps his fingers around my throat. He begins to squeeze lightly, and I gasp for breath while trying to pry his hand from me. The room starts to fade out, and I curse under my breath, struggling harder. Of course, this only leads him to squeeze a little harder.

I open my eyes to find myself tied to the bed, spread-eagled. He is on top of me, with my nipples in his fingers and his tongue buried in my cunt. So close to release, I pant and twist under him. He looks up, his tongue moving in lazy circles around my clit. “Still going to pretend you don’t want it?” I want to scream at him not to talk, and to get his tongue back to what it had been doing. I simultaneously want to scream at him to get the fuck out of here. I struggle to no avail. He sneers at me, his finger sliding in and out of me. My body tells volumes that my mouth refuses to say.

I hear it noisily slurping at his finger, sucking him in deeper and deeper. Finally, he gets up and crawls over my body. I am upset to find that I am more disappointed than relieved. He hovers over me. “Tell me you want it.” I almost give in, but I know that once I do, the fight will be over. NO, stupid. I sternly tell myself. You don’t WANT him to fuck you! THAT’S why you aren’t saying it. The struggle not to beg him to fuck the hell out of me must have played across my face. He laughs. 

“Oh... I know what you want. You want me to treat you like the whore you are! You think that if you admit you want this, I’m going to start being all nice to you. No, no, no. I want you to hurt for what you wanted to do to me. I just want you to admit that you want me to hurt you as much as I want to do it.” He traces his finger across my skin as he says it. His nail rips into me, leaving a red, puffy trail. He knows me so well. Again, I have to wonder... how does he know?! 

I shiver under his touch and whisper at last. “Yes.” He looks startled.

“What? Did you say “Yes”? You’ll have to speak up. Scream for me, Whore. Let the whole world know what you want from me.”

“Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me! I want you to hurt me!” I give him what I want, hoping that at last; he’ll give me what I need so badly. Instead, he hesitates, his hand sliding down, caressing my delicate folds.

“And admit to what you were going to do to me!” He yells it angrily. Maybe the anger will fuel him on, make him fight me. I forget that I am tied up at the moment. What could it hurt to just say it?

“Yes! I was going to have you rape me. I was going to tease you and make you insane needing me.”

“Why? Is it because you are a little whore? A whore pretending to be a princess, when what she really needs is to be shoved off some pedestal, and broken? Do you need me to break you, make you my own little whore? Make you my little fuck toy? My little animal?”

“YES!” It bursts from me, the confession of my need to be dominated, my need to be abused, to be broken down and made into a slave. “I need you to make me your little fuck toy! Do anything you want to me, hit me, bite me, cut me... just fuck me!”

Immediately, he presses down, his hard cock slipping easily into me, through the dripping juices of my cunt. He slaps me violently. “You bitch! I would have gone to jail because you needed somebody to treat you like the bitch you are! What kind of sick shit is that?!” He rams his dick into me. My pussy welcomes the assault eagerly, and I feel myself about to cum. He continues to fuck me hard, harder, harder... his cock swollen and his eyes stormy. “You wanted to turn me into a rapist? You get your kicks from destroying men’s emotional health?” He bites down on my tit, pinching my other nipple. I scream in painful ecstasy. He then moves his fingers from my nipple to reach down and pinch my clit. “You... are... one... sick... little... whore!” I cry out as he continues to pummel me with his throbbing cock, and my breath comes in short gasps. I feel myself going over the brink.

The orgasm hits me with an intensity I’ve never known. I scream and feel him going with me. He recovers quickly and hits me. “Who told you that you could cum? You don’t deserve to cum. You’re supposed to be making up for all of the shit you wanted to put me through. You don’t even deserve to have this dick in you, don’t deserve for me to touch you to hit you.” He spit in my face. “You didn’t even deserve that!” I writhe beneath him, the verbal and physical abuse bringing me close to another climax.

He finally releases again, huge streams of cum shooting into me. I scream out and let go, cumming with him. After soaring through the stars, I feel myself doze again, and think he might be headed there, too.

I wake to find him gone, and I am untied. I consider calling the police, but what would I say? He didn’t rape me; he actually did wait until I told him I wanted him. Okay, I begged him to take me. I look over by the phone to find a large envelope. I look inside of it and find a video. Now, I’m really nervous. I put it in my VCR and watch the entire course of events from the night before. He let me know that there were several copies of the tape by now. He then told me that unless I wanted to be in serious trouble, that it was time for me to play a new game... with him.

Maybe one day, I’ll find out how he knew.



The Game



It was Friday night and my lover, Ruby, and I were lounging, sipping after-dinner drinks. Both of us had worked like dogs during the week, but this was our time and we were going to make the most of it. One way was to spend as much time as possible playing sexual "games". We'd each take a turn creating a scenario that would be interesting for both players to act out. It could be wild or tame or anything in between. Both of us were itching to start but we had come to know that the anticipation of what may come greatly heightened our experience. 

After a couple of drinks and some very suggestive chit-chat we were both very "hot to trot". Ruby looked me in the eye and stated she had concocted a particularly devious sexual game to be played in our basement rec room. I licked my lips thinking what she had in mind. From past experiences I knew was that by morning my cock would be in complete agony and my nut sack would be totally dry and shriveled like a prune while Ruby's pussy and asshole would be inflamed from overuse and very tender to the touch. But we wouldn't care because we'd both be completely sexually satisfied. After a day of sleep we would start over, except we would play my game.

We walked down to the basement and entered the rec room. Ruby had set up a massage mat on a low table we had down there and laid out some things for us to wear. She told me to light the candles and incense she had arranged around the room. I was to put on some soft music and turn out the lights. Afterwards I was to dress in what she left for me and wait for her. She would prepare herself in the next room and come back when she was ready. 

I lit the candles, got the incense going, put on the music, turned out the lights, and got dressed. The outfit was very minimal, cuffs for my wrists and ankles and blinders for my eyes. I put them on and waited for Ruby. Soon footsteps announced her return. Evidently she looked around the room and at me and was pleased with what she saw.

"You've followed my instructions to the letter. Excellent. Let me tell you about tonight's game. I will fasten your wrists and ankles to the four corners of the table. You'll be able to move around a bit, but you won't be able to get out of the restraints without my help. In order to be freed, you'll have to win the game, but it won't be easy! You see, in a few moments I'll begin toying with you in a way that will make your cock grow nice and hard. That's when the real fun will start! I'll do things to you that'll make you beg to cum, but your job is to hold back. I might stroke you or blow you or fuck you with my pussy or ass. I may do it gently or hard as I can. Part of the fun is you won't be able to see what I'm doing! You'll just have to wait for whatever is next to happen. I'll be watching your face and body squirm and the joy of knowing you can't stop me will make me cum and cum and cum some more. I can cum as often as I want, but not you! If you want out of the cuffs and blindfold, you'll have to win the game and to win the game you must not cum for at least 1 full hour. If you do that, I'll let you go and you'll be free to do whatever you want with me. But if you fail you'll spend the night tied to this table all alone with the biggest case of blue balls you ever had. In fact, if you fail, I may decide you're not man enough for me and go out to find a real stud or two. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you? I'll bet the mere thought of some stranger fucking me hard and dumping his seed in me is too humiliating for you to bear. So you better not fail! I see it's now 8:50. We'll start our little play at 9:00 sharp. I suggest you make use of those 10 minutes to take care of nature and otherwise prepare yourself."

Oh shit, this was going to be a tough game to win! One hour with Ruby without cumming sounded like torture. To me Ruby is the most exciting woman on earth. She has a lovely and expressive face, firm tits that are not too big and not too small, wide hips with a big jiggly butt a lot of women would die for, and soft thighs framing an exquisite pussy. She's smart and clever and fun to be with. She's also a bit of a binge nymphomaniac, meaning when she gets that special itch, it takes an awful lot of hard sex to make it stop. 

I told Ruby I needed to pee to empty out my bladder. I started taking off the blinders when Ruby swatted my hands and said

"What do you think you're doing, buster? You keep that on! I'll lead you to the toilet so you can piss. Come on, stand up."

I did and Ruby grabbed my cock and started tugging. I didn't immediately move.

"Well, do you need to pee or not? Make up your mind! You do? OK, Let's go!"

She gave my cock a yank and I followed. I felt the cold tile floor of the bathroom and heard the clack of the toilet seat being raised. Ruby held onto my cock and told me she had it aimed at the bowl and to go ahead and piss. I did and Ruby started giggling. She remarked that she'd never a man pee, and the sight and feel of piss streaming through my urethra was interesting. When I was done she gently dried prick head. Then I was led back to the table and instructed to lie down on the mat. My wrists and ankles were quickly attached to the corners of the table. Ruby asked if the restraints were on too tight. I moved around a bit and answered "No."

"Let the games begin!"

Without warning Ruby's mouth Hoovered my cock down to the root. The shock effect was so intense that I very nearly blew my load down past her tonsils. I knew she would have enjoyed that, but I was intent on winning her game. I used my willpower to ignore the pressure building in my cock and balls. I knew that if I could withstand the initial assault I would be OK. After a minute or so Ruby settled down to giving me one of her patented blowjobs, making skillful use of her lips, tongue, teeth (gently nibbling the head and shaft), and fingers. 

Ruby let my cock loose after what I estimated were 10 or so minutes. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, it was a very short-lived respite as Ruby started licking my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples. I don't know about other men, but my nipples can be extremely sensitive. There have been times when Ruby made me cum just by licking and sucking on my nipples but without ever touching my prick. It seemed another such event would soon happen as I felt pre-cum dribbling down my cock-shaft while she nibbled on my man-tits. Pretty soon it wouldn't be pre-cum erupting from my dick! 

It seemed an eternity, but she finally stopped molesting my nipples. I had dodged another bullet. What's next, I wondered? All too soon, I found out. Ruby went back to my cock. It was absolutely rock hard. Ruby cooed and described what it looked like.

"Oooh, it's real fat and hard! I can see all the veins sticking through the skin. There's lots of yummy cock juice bubbling out of the slit. It looks like its ready to blow its load. Don't you want to cum? I bet you need to really bad! I want to watch it shoot out of your big prick. When you're done I'll lick you clean. Then I'll take off your blindfold so you can see your thick spunk on my tongue and watch me swallow it. We both know how much you like that! All you have to do is listen to Ruby! C'mon baby, give Ruby your hot salty man-juice!"

Oh, how I wanted to! Her lips were mere millimeters from my cock and as she talked I could feel her breath tickling my manhood. The pre-cum was flowing faster than before. But, I needed to win the game so I gamely shook my head "No".

"You're a fool. You asked for it! No more Ms. Nice Gal! You're gonna beg me to stop but I won't! I'll just watch you squirm and laugh!"

Without warning Ruby straddled my head and lowered herself until the tip of my nose was against her asshole and her pussy covered my mouth. 

"Eat me!" she exclaimed.

She ground her cunt over my mouth to get me going. I ran my tongue up one side her slit, lingered over the clit and licked down the other side. I did this back and forth, over and over. Ruby was moaning with pleasure. Slowly she shifted her bottom so that my tongue had easy access to her cunt-hole. Her womanly juices were copiously flowing onto my tongue and over my cheeks and chin. Soon I noticed a change in the flavor of her juices from smooth and delicate to more watery and tart. Before I knew it she was squirting woman-cum into my mouth and all over my face. Ruby frequently squirted her love nectar when she was in the throes of orgasm. Most times it would trigger my own eruption. But tonight I fought hard against the urge and won.

After coming down from her orgasm Ruby again shifted position. At first I thought she was getting off the table, but instead she moved so that her swollen and sloppy pussy was right over my raging hardon. Ruby grabbed my prick by the base and gave it a hard squeeze. I expected she would slide my cock into her cunt-hole and fuck me for a while. But no, instead of her soupy pussy, I felt something prickly rubbing against the head. For several moments I couldn't figure out what was happening. Then it hit me. Normally Ruby shaves off all her pubic hair so that her mound is silky smooth. Both of us like her that way. But for tonight's festivities Ruby had not shaved and she was running the my cock over the resulting stubble. 

I now knew all was lost. Ruby had accidentally discovered some years ago that rubbing my cock against her unshaven cunt made my prick super sensitive to the point where the slightest additional contact would set me off. The thing is that I wasn't terribly fond of pubic stubble. It felt like countless little pins dragging over my penis. If it was done for a long enough time it brought up images of my cock being scoured with a Brill-O pad. But Ruby knew all that which was exactly why she was doing it! She knew that the feeling of pussy stubble on top of all the earlier stimulation to my cock would finally break me.

On and on she ran my penis over her unshaven vagina. I was near tears and begged her to stop. Ruby just laughed and increased the speed of her torture. I shouted out that I gave up and that she won. She slowed down but didn't stop. 

"You're sure you give up? If I stop you'll do what I say, no questions asked?"

"Yes, yes, just please stop! I can't take it any more!"

With that, Ruby stopped rubbing, but had one more bit of agony left for me to endure. I felt Ruby adjust herself on the table after which she slammed her pussy down over my anguished erection. The added heat of her vagina made my cock feel on fire. After maybe 5 strokes I started shooting streamers of boiling cum into her womb. As it flowed back down it added to the heat I felt in my cock. I tried to get out of her pussy, but she wouldn't let me go. My cock was trapped and I couldn't do anything about it. Time no longer had any meaning. Each of her thrusts seemed to take an eternity. 

Eventually Ruby got off my withered tool and mounted my face again. 

"Lick my pussy until it's clean. I don't want any of your scum in me. Eat!"

Like a robot I began licking her femininity. Almost immediately I tasted my spunk mixed with her own juices. Damn, I must have sure dumped a lot of it into her! I licked and sucked and kissed and soon I could no longer taste my ejaculate. Ruby just continued riding my mouth until she erupted in another massive orgasm. She went crazy! Her thighs slammed together against my face and her juices flowed into my nose and mouth. For a long time we'd had a private joke that she might kill me by either suffocation due to her face-sitting or by drowning me with her copious vaginal flow. As things were, tonight I just might die of both causes simultaneously!

At long last Ruby got off me and announced that the game was over. I was sure I had lost and wondered if Ruby would really go find some other man or men to scratch her lustful itch. She released my feet and then my hands. I sat up and removed the blinders. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light. I looked around and saw Ruby completely nude. I look down at her "Y" and saw her labia were all puffy and cherry-colored.

"How did I do?" I asked.

"Take a look for yourself" she answered.

I looked around the room and noticed a small clock. "11:48" it said! I was stunned and turned to face Ruby. 

"You kept me here for almost 3 hours? You said 1 hour and the game would be over!" 

"I know", she replied, "but you were doing so well and I was so enjoying myself it seemed a shame to end it. Besides, if you had paid attention to your senses you would have realized the incense burned out a long time ago and the CD was running the same songs over for the third or fourth time! Don't blame me for your lack of awareness!" 

She looked at me with those big eyes and her head tilted in a pose of innocence. With a squeaky little-girl voice she asked,

"Are you angry with me?"

"Why, you witch! Am I angry with you? Come here and let me show you how I feel!"

I moved to grab her, but she pulled away. I circled the table several times and she managed to keep just out of my reach. I stopped to calm down a bit when Ruby asked,

"Is this what you want, big boy?" 

In the best tradition of total sluthood, she bent over and spread her ass cheeks revealing her cunt and her rosebud of an asshole. 

"If you think you're getting in here, you're nuts!"

I replied

"You'll soon feel my nuts you she-devil!"

I lunged over the table and grabbed her by one leg. She made a half-hearted attempt to get away, but we both knew what would happen next. I picked her up and draped her face down over the table. Her fat ass cheeks jiggled a bit then flattened out to the sides. I parted those cheeks with one hand and with the other gathered up a large dollop of pussy juice. I rubbed the slick outflow over her asshole and with little ceremony rammed home my aching manhood. In and out I went, going deeper with each thrust. 

"How do you like that, whore?"

"Not bad", she replied, but her quiet gasps and cooing told me she was in ecstasy. I fucked her ass for a long time, but, as they say, all good things must end. I pulled out of her puckernut and rolled Ruby onto her back. I straddled her chest and jerked my cock until a fresh batch of sperm erupted onto her face. I pointed my pecker at her mouth, her eyes, and her nose. Damn, my aim was good! It took six squirts before my nut sack was empty. I got off Ruby's torso and watched her scoop my thick load into her mouth. She was deliberate about it, making sure to give me the best possible show. Naturally, I wasn't disappointed.

By then it was approaching 1:00 AM. Ruby gently washed my cock using soap and warm water, making sure it was clean enough to eat. In turn, I applied ice chips to her superheated mound. She felt so hot I half expected the ice would instantly turn to steam. We sat for a while and talked about the game. Ruby said she had had at least seven orgasms, some that were light and pleasant, and the rest of the "I'm being turned inside-out" variety. I came twice, but both times I jetted out far more sperm than usual and it was considerably thicker than normal. We were both pleased at how things turned out. 

At about 2:00 AM Ruby asked me to fuck her again. My penis ached and I was afraid of how much an erection would hurt. I looked into her eyes and asked if that was what she really wanted. She nodded her head "Yes." I moved between her thighs with the idea of licking her until she was nicely wet. I needn't have been concerned; Ruby's aroused pussy hole was full of her nectar. My cock quickly grew to attention. It hurt, but I knew that the warm moist heat of Ruby's snatch would soothe the pain. I slid in and began to slowly pump in and out, picking up the tempo as she became more excited. As we fucked I played with her soft tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers. I kissed her on the mouth and caressed her face and hair. Soon Ruby started breathing very deeply and before I knew it my cock was being washed over by another of Ruby's orgasmic gushers. This made me cum deep in her hot cunt. 

After coming down from the heights of ecstasy, we lay in bed together. My sperm and her juices drooled from her pussy onto the sheets in an expanding blot of wetness. Some residual ejaculate seeped out of my cock adding to the mess. Ruby's face had that glow of deep sexual fulfillment. I had a huge smile on my face. Before going asleep, we agreed to begin a new game at 9:00 that evening when it would be up to me to decide the rules and select the venue. She asked if I would tell her what I had in mind. All I said was for her to think of her deepest fantasies. One of them would come true. She gave me a questioning look, but I just shrugged my shoulders and said to wait until tonight.

We moved into a spoon position and my cock automatically eased up against Ruby's big butt crack. I cupped her tits and soon we were both drifting into sleep. My final thought was how delighted Ruby will be to finally act out her fantasy of the good Catholic schoolgirl being deflowered by the nasty man. A slight smile crossed my face as I surrendered to my dreams. 



The Game



I love playing The Game with You. Sometimes You pick a man for me to fuck. Other times I have to find a girl for You. It gives You so much pleasure. And Your Pleasure is my whole life.

It is my task to choose a girl today. When I began my search through the shopping mall I was certain I would find just the right one. But now I am getting a little anxious. There have been one or two "possibles", but I have not yet seen The One. If I fail, You will be angry and You will punish me. While I enjoy Your wrath - the beating is more loving than cruel and it is always followed by long-lasting, sweet, hot, sex - I would much prefer to find a girl for You; to make You happy. At the same time, it cannot be just any girl. For You, my Master, she has to be perfect. 

You have no hard and fast rules about my Chosen One's age; although, the younger she is the better. And You leave the color of her skin, her eyes, and her hair up to me. Otherwise, Your criteria are demanding. She must be short in stature; petite; small-breasted; slim, but not skinny; with a nice, tight butt; and nice, shapely legs with trim ankles. Also, The One must be intelligent, with a sweet, demure, almost naïve air of innocence about her, and she must have a soft, melodious voice

I am dressed to impress; business-like but sexy in a silky long-sleeved champagne colored blouse tucked into a just-below-the-knees back-slit black skirt, thigh high stockings underneath, open-toed strappy high heels and carrying a black Gucci leather portfolio. I have a silk camisole on beneath the blouse, but no bra. I know I look very classy; I feel the admiring, lusting male stares washing over me after I have walked past, stripping me, and imagining what it would be like to get me in bed. They cannot know that they are all losers; I am Yours alone, my Master, only Yours.

I enter a popular chain lingerie store. Is this my last chance? While I look around, I maintain my professional façade: checking styles and prices, assessing material, and taking notes. From over in a far corner I hear a sudden burst of laughter, the carefree laughter of young girls. My pulse quickens. I make my way quickly to the source of my interest. There are three of them. They are in the right age bracket: senior high school! A surge of moisture wets my panties. One of them is particularly delicious: a perfect little body; the shapely legs You love; long strawberry curls hanging loose: and big, green, happy eyes. Yes, You will adore her! She is The One!

I watch the trio from close by. Obviously out trolling for boys - the tall black-haired girl will be the one with the car keys - they are meantime having fun looking through the cool, teenage-oriented, colored panties and thongs. The One is the youngest girl in the group. Barely legal, one of "the gang", but She is a follower: definitely not their leader. Absolutely perfect! 

I move closer and smile only to Her when I ask if she and her friends are willing to answer a survey of things that young women look for in lingerie. Calling them 'young women' seems to make them feel very important, and they eagerly agree. The One smiles back to me while maintaining eye contact. We have already started a special bond! 

I tell the girls that I am a buyer for several area stores and take notes as they each tell me that they like bright colors, comfort, silky or cotton. There is a gust of shrill giggles when one of them mentions the word "sexy". It was not The One; she hides her mouth behind her hand and blushes deeply. But, oh yes, She is aware! 

Soon I am paying attention only to Her, the one I have chosen. I casually touch her hair, complimenting her on its color and how long and silky it is. After a while, the other girls lose interest and wander off, but She makes no move to go with them. I continue to talk to her. She tells me that her name is Sara. 

"Hello Sara. My name is Suzette..." Rather solemnly, we shake hands and tell each other, "Nice to meet you."

We laugh intimately as I mis-guess her clothing size. It was intentional, but Sara does not know that. Oh My! She is just right, just the size I planned! I tell her that I have brand new lingerie of all kinds in my motel room, "I travel a lot...these are last year's line...if you would like to try some things on, I'd be glad to give them to you to clear out old stock."

Sara nods eagerly, "Oh thank you! That's so cool!"

I hand her a fake, but very professional-looking business card. "You may be able to model for catalogs too...if you're interested. We're always looking out for talented, pretty girls like you."

Blushing hotly, She takes the bait: hook, line and sinker! 

"I can come with you right now! My parents are out of town for the weekend and I am staying with my aunt - she lives close by. My aunt works and knows I will be out for the day shopping with my friends, so it'll be all right. This is sooo neat, Suzette, thank you so much!"

Sara finds her friends, who are now making up to a group of boys, and tells them I will be dropping her off at her aunt's house later. On the way to my car, I ask her slyly, "Wouldn't you prefer to be with your friends, trying to pick up one of those boys?"

Another shy blush: "Oh no...I'd only get in their way...my dad won't allow me to go out with boys...he says that I am much too young..."

"So you've never had a boyfriend then?"

"No, not yet..."

Wonderful! Sara must still be a virgin! You will be so pleased!

Sara's skirt rides up and I admire at her legs when she gets into the car; She has such lovely smooth, slim thighs! She sees me looking. Another pink blush stains her cheeks and she hurriedly pulls her skirt down, covering herself as much as she can. Her skirt is nowhere near as abbreviated as the ones her friends were wearing, but it still only covers Sara halfway down her thighs. Shy! Demure! Excellent! She pretends to concentrate on where we are going while we talk casually as I drive. But I can sense her covert glances at my legs - I have my own skirt pulled up above my knees "to make driving easier" - and at the way my unfettered breasts move lazily beneath my blouse as I turn the steering wheel.

When we arrive at the motel, we enter my room from the outside without going through the lobby. Sara's eyes light up when she sees the beautiful lingerie with tags lying on one of the two king-sized beds in the room. I tell her that she really should try them on, "Pick out a few that you really like."

First of all, she selects a pretty pink see-through nightie with fake fur at the hem, polka dot bikini panties and a lacy little teddy with matching bottoms, but I can tell that she wants try on everything. She is having so much fun! I pour her a glass of chilled champagne and then one for myself. Sara tells me that she loves the way I make her feel so grown-up; "My Mom and Dad treat me like a little kid all the time!" Then She giggles like ten-year-old and says, "These bubbles are sooo tickly." 

Sara gulps the champagne down very quickly, to my surprise, and I fill her glass again. She is starting to look very flushed and bright-eyed.

I am touching Sara's hair and face, and complimenting her all while we are looking through the lingerie wardrobe. She is gaining complete confidence in me. She even touches my hair in return and gives my arm tight little hugs, pressing her firm little breasts against me. I tell her that before she tries the clothes on, she needs to take a bath to remove the natural oils from her skin. Her eyes widen with surprise, but she agrees that I am probably right.

She staggers a little as I lead her towards the bathroom, so I put my arm around her, making sure that my palm cups one exquisite little breast. Sara does not object. I sit her on a stool close by while I run her bath water in the marble garden tub. She is very relaxed now, and her eyes keep closing.

Assisting the girl to regain her feet again, I help her to shed her tee shirt and then her bra. Her rounded little breasts are simply breathtaking. I smile to myself, knowing that You are watching from the room next door on a monitor. I tell her that her body is so sweet. When I slide my hand around her back to pull her close, I give her a little hug and whisper; "Your puffy little titties are soooo tempting!"

Sara just smiles happily, not questioning why another girl, especially one so grown up as I, should find her breasts 'tempting'. I pull back from our hug and touch each pink little nipple ever so gently with a fingertip, lightly enough to stimulate them. And I am thrilled at their response.

She is unresisting as I kneel down and pull down her skirt, finding a pair of "sensible" white cotton panties underneath. I breathe hotly, "Oh my, Sara, you are so cute!" She blushes once more and says that her Mom buys them for her; she would much rather wear silky panties: "But Dad won't allow that."

"But, how would he know?"

"He makes me show him, with them on, every time Mom buys me something new."

"You mean you have to wear your underwear in front of him so that he can approve of it!"

Sara looks nonplussed at my astonishment, "Yes...that's right..."

"Is your Mom there?"

"Sometimes...not often..."

"What do you have to do?"

"Oh, I just walk around...sometimes he gets me to go up close to him and bend over so that he can check than my panties fit me properly..."

"How long have you been doing it?"

"As long as I can remember..."

"Have you ever thought that he "gets off" by looking at you dressed only in your bra and panties? Does he ever touch you?"

"Oh no...he's only my dad...why would he want to touch me? But these things are awful aren't they?"

Why would he want to touch you indeed! Oh, Miss Innocent! With your lovely young body? Your daddy will have his hand inside his pants the second you have left the room! But I keep my thoughts to myself...

"Oh no!" I touch her panties lightly with my fingers to feel the fabric near her hip; "They are precious on you!"

I slide the slip of cotton down just to the tops of her thighs. I have to struggle to keep from gasping at how pretty her little pussy is; a light, springy patch of strawberry blonde fuzz; prominent pussy lips; so full; so pouty; and so dainty.

When I slide her panties all the way off, I deliberately turn her so that her bottom is facing the camera. Then I ask her to bend and pick up her panties from the floor for me. I know You are getting an eyeful, and I can imagine You holding Your erect cock in Your hands, stroking it. My clit twitches.

I help Sara into the tub and, with a sponge, I begin to lather her up. The champagne has completely taken control, making her quite tipsy, and she just sits there smiling as I bathe her. I lean in to kiss her forehead while my soapy sponge travels around her body. I am very thorough. To test her growing compliance, I drop the sponge between her legs and use my fingers to lightly touch her pussy. Sara lets me fondle her without protest.

I give her more champagne, holding the glass for her, and she sips it with her eyes closed. I take her hands and help her out of the tub. I dry her with a nice fluffy white towel, briskly rubbing the terry cloth across her little nipples, but lightly, and see them puff up even more. 

With her pretty fair skin, tight little tummy, and puffy pussy all exposed and ready, I take her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. She makes no comment as I undress myself and slide onto the bed beside her. She peruses my body, showing a particular interest in my small, pointy-nippled breasts and my naked pussy, which is completely bereft of hair because You like me to be that way. I lean over and kiss her sweet lips gently. She sighs into my mouth and closes her eyes. Out of the corner of my vision, I see that You have entered the room and have moved quietly to a chair near to us. 

I stroke Sara's breasts, her waist and her belly with feathery touches; she sighs deeply and arches her body with pleasure. But, when I gently caress her mound and the beginning of her slit she tenses and frowns.

"What is wrong?" I ask.

"Nobody has ever touched me like that before...and I don't either..."

"You don't ever play with yourself, my darling?"

"No," she sighs, "Mom and Dad say it's dirty and perverted..."

I kiss her ear, "Mmmmmm, that's a shame...I do it all the time...it's beautiful..."

"Is it...?"

"Mmmmmm, really amazing...is it alright if I show you?"

"Ummmm...I suppose..."

It is my opportunity to display Her to You. She seems to be almost in a dream state now, but responds to commands. I tell her to lift her legs and help her put her feet flat on the bed. I part her knees, showing You how sweet her pussy is. You are wearing only a terry cloth bathrobe and You have Your Cock out, stroking it. You smile at me. I lightly spread her lips for You to see Her pink center, how it glistens with moisture, and her intact hymen. The imperceptible nod of Your head tells me that You are pleased, that You agree with my choice, that You want to have her. I almost orgasm from happiness!

It is time for You to take Your Pleasure. While I arrange Sara, You slip out of Your robe. I turn the almost-sleeping girl over gently over onto her front and whisper for her to draw her knees under her...perfect! I part her knees wide. She responds better than I could have dreamed; her tight little ass spread; her little pink pucker beckoning My clit tingles as I mentally picture Your Cock invading that diminutive orifice. And, below, her plump-lipped little pussy - wet, virginal, ready - waiting for You.

I look up to You for instructions; we use signals so as not to alarm her. A lift of Your chin and a glance at the bedside cabinet instructs me to get the lubricating gel. Sara must feel pain when You destroy her innocence, that is part of her initiation, but we will try to make it as easy for her as possible. 

Sara is sleeping soundly now; she does not stir while I move around the mattress to reach the gel. The bed sags significantly as You position Yourself on Your knees behind her up-tilted rear end, but it does not disturb her.

I spread the gel generously over her delicious pussy lips and on their inner edges. I would love to slip my finger inside her hole to test her tightness, but the privilege of making the first entry into that pure young channel is reserved for Your Cock alone; it is Your Duty, Your Right, to turn Sara into a woman. 

I transfer my attention to Your beautiful Cock. It throbs hotly in my fingers while I make it glisten from top to bottom with gel. A drop of precum emerges from its little eye. I look up to You for permission, which You kindly grant, and, filled with gratitude, I extend my tongue and lick Your fluids up. No matter how often I taste You, it always thrills me. I lick You again.

You grow impatient. You grasp me by the hair and roughly pull my face away from Your cock. Suitably chastised, murmuring soft apologies, I kneel upright. Still grasping Your rock hard shaft in the fingers of one hand, I use the fingertips of my other to spread Sara's pussy lips to reveal the shiny pink little opening to her vagina. You do not have a massive tool, but looks huge in comparison to that tight virgin mouth when I direct the satiny head to press against it.

You grasp Sara by the hips; she looks so fragile in Your hands! If she is conscious of You, or what is happening to her, she still does not show it. I run my palm down Your back and over Your buttocks. I just love their muscular, powerful swell! My fingers press into the deep cleft I love to tongue, urging You on. You press forward. Slowly but surely, Your Cock starts to stretch Sara's podgy little pussy lips. It seems impossible that You will be able to force Your way inside.

Her hymen gives way. Bright blood wells around Your shaft. Sara squeals with pain. Her eyes open wide with shock and fear. She tries unsuccessfully to wriggle out of Your grasp, to get away from Your relentlessly invading cock, but You are far too strong. Hastily I lie down with the girl, stroking her hair and face, telling her that everything is all right, "Don't be afraid, my sweet. It stings now, but the pain will soon go away..."

Sara sobs, totally distraught, "Suzette, what are you doing to me? I trusted you! Who is that? What is he doing? Ooooo! It hurts!"

"Shhhhhh, little one...He is My Master...I will do anything for Him...he is now your Master as well. He is really very kind, believe me...he doesn't want to hurt you...but it is necessary...and the sting will be over soon...then you will start to enjoy..."

"No! Please get him off me...!"

"I can't do that, Sara...trust me...it will be all right...I promise..."

You start to move inside her again, pressing deeper and deeper. Sara whimpers softly, but she has given up struggling. 

I get to my knees again to look at Your Cock doing its work. It is so magnificent; spreading her, dilating her; filling her; pressing further and further inside her slim young body with every steady thrust!

Speaking for the first time, You ask her, "What does my cock feel like inside you, Sara?"

Her eyes open wide at the sound of Your Voice. But she answers, "It feels funny...odd...I don't know...but..."

You smile, "But it feels nice?"

"Y-yesss...it feels nice...kind of strange, but nice..."

She is won over already!

You and I kiss, our tongues intertwining to the same tempo as Your pumping shaft. I return my hand to Your ass while I slip my other one underneath Sara and cup her belly. Thus, I share in the rhythm of Intercourse. 

Sara's eyes are closed. Her cheeks are flushed. She has a small smile on her partly open lips. The pink tip of her tongue appears, licks, then disappears again. She exhales every time You lunge inside her.

I slide my hand further under Sara's belly; I love to touch Your Cock as it slides in and out of a girl whom You have just released from virginity, feeling her tight pussy lips clinging to You, feeling her slippery wetness on Your hard flesh. At the same time I massage her little clit, pressing it against You, maximising her pleasure.

A small cry of consternation draws me back to comfort our Plaything. Her eyes are wide open again; a frown of puzzlement furrows her brow. She gasps again. Her whole body is trembling. I stroke her hair and whisper, "Relax, my darling, relax. Something wonderful is about to happen...you will soar to the stars!"

Sara again moans with anguish and then outright pleasure. The wild surf of her very first ever orgasm washes over her and she collapses like a rag doll in Your hands.

You stop pumping her with Your Cock, instead, You hold still, buried deep inside. "I can feel her!" You breathe.

Clasping Sara against You with one hand, You slide Your other hand between my legs, straight to my throbbing clit. One touch of Your Fingers and I join Sara in orgasm; I have been on the brink for many minutes, but the shocking speed with which it arrives overwhelms me.

In the midst of my ecstasy, I hear Your loud groan and know that You are cumming also, squirting Your hot sperm far into Sara's fresh young body. Her eyes open wide again with surprise; she can feel You flooding into her.

This is just the start of The Game. Soon, Sara becomes the filling in our sandwich. We caress her body, touching, teasing, arousing her to want more. You place Your lips close to her ear and murmur, "Did you feel Suzette orgasm at the same time as we did?"

"N-no..."

'Well, she did...but Suzette is a very hungry person...multi-orgasmic...she needs to cum again...will you help her?"

"Of course...but how?"

"She loves to be kissed between the legs..."

"Ooooo...but that is sooo dirty!"

"Did your Daddy tell you that?"

"My Mom..."

"But, I'll bet they do it..."

"Really...?"




The Game



"Mmmmmmm...for sure. It's natural...one way for couples to make love...girls too. Suzette and I do it all the time...she is delicious! Anyway, Sara, My Darling, you know in your heart that you want to. One of the reasons you came here so readily with Suzette today was because you felt sexually attracted to her..."

"I guess..."

"Come...let me teach you..."

I am truly not bi...but I will do anything for You: with any body, or any thing. Getting Sara to eat me out is Your way of asserting control over her. Her tongue and lips will surely delight me, but my orgasm, no my orgasms, because there will be more than just one, will stem from the knowledge that I am pleasing You.

I spread my legs. She gasps when You part my pussy lips to show her the exotic flower within. You point out my parts, show her where she should touch me with her tongue to give me maximum pleasure. A light brush of Your fingertip across my clit makes me shudder with anticipation. I feel her soft cheeks and her soft locks brush my inner thighs; her warm breath bathes me. Her tongue slides over my pussy, tentatively at first, and then with growing certainty. Lapping. Exploring. Teasing. Poking. Circling. It is nice, but I would much, much rather it was Your manly face between my thighs, Your expert tongue taking me to my peak. 

The tide begins to rise. Knowing that You are looking on thrills me. Heavenly tension builds. Then Upppp and Overrrrr! Rolling pleasure takes over my body. Riding the wave of it. Sucking for air. Making unwitting, guttural sounds. Contorted fingers clutching bed sheets. Then down it slides. Melting away. Floating rapture.

I hear You telling Sara: "Don't stop...she needs to cum again and again. Each time is more intense than the last..."

The elusive feeling begins as a feathery thing. Tingles. Building. Then, Upppp and Overrrrr again!

A third time. A different rhythm. You are fucking Sara. Her tongue finds its way inside my hole: it is a tiny, but very welcome cock. Her fingers clasp my buttocks hard. She is making no sounds of protest or discomfort; so You are not in her anus. That is good. You usually let me prepare You and The One for that - and then let me watch. The vision in my mind overpowers me. 

Upppp and Overrrrr!

Through Sara I am Your Plaything. Her teasing tongue resumes its work; she will hardly be able to speak when You finally release us!

Sara cums, moaning into my pussy and starting up The Tingle again...

You re-position us. You move Sara so that she and I are laid face-to-face. Her lips are puffy from kissing my pussy. My wetness coats her mouth and chin. I can smell myself on her. I kiss her sweetly and thank her for all the lovely orgasms she gave me.

Your Cock looms stiffly over us. It glistens with the juices from inside Sara's cunt. I turn her face towards You and press Your cock-head on her lips. She is malleable now. Knowing what is expected of her, she opens her jaws to let Your Cock slip inside. While she slicks and sucks You, I stroke her hair and whisper in her ear; "This is what your daddy wants you to do to him..."

I want to stay and see You squirt into Sara's mouth, but a gentle rap on the top of my head from Your knuckles reminds me that I still have things to do. Sara must cum again and again. I am to go down on her, to drive her crazy my tongue. And now that you have broken her, I am allowed to use my fingers as well. On my way, I part her rounded bottom cheeks and lick her little anal pucker; just to remind Sara that she is now completely ours.

Perhaps the next time Sara has to parade her underwear in front of her daddy, she will think of Us and then take her own initiative. Maybe We could set it up? I resolve to talk to You about it later. In the meantime, we will keep her overnight, getting her to call her aunt to tell her she is staying with a girlfriend from school - which she is in a way...

You and I, My Master, will teach her So Many pleasures!

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Suzette, thank You for letting me construct the words. Salteena 



The Game



It was a week after my wife's birthday, and my wife and I were sitting in the Jacuzzi having a couple of drinks talking about what a wild time we had sexually the week before and how hard it was going to be to top. It seemed that we had performed every deed that two people could do and then some.

Just talking about it, plus the drinks was putting us in a very horny frame of mind. We were starting to rub and touch all the important places when my wife said she was going up stairs and shower off and get something she had bought that I had mentioned the week before, I couldn't remember what she was talking about and she wouldn't tell. I told her to go ahead and I'd fix us another drink.

Here's where thing started happing that would change the night from a very good one to a phenomenal one.

I'm fixing the drinks and about the same time I hear the shower water start the door bell rings. When I open the door it's Tim and John, two of my buddy's from work. I can see right off the bat that their about three sheets to the wind. Tim says they came by to see if I wanted to go with them to a card club to play some poker and have a few more drinks. We're standing in the kitchen and I'm just about to say that they picked a bad night, that I have other plans, when my wife comes around the corner and stops short and says "Oh, I thought you were talking on the phone when I heard your voice, I didn't know there was anyone here."

Now we're all standing there, Tim and John who have never met my wife, myself, and my wife who's standing in front of us wearing the sexiest French maid outfit I've ever seen. Thigh high stockings not held up by anything, a very skimpy black dress and top trimmed with white lace, just long enough to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks and the top is pushing her breasts up and you can see the little brown top of her areola if you look real hard. (Which it seems we're all doing.) 

Now I remember talking about her wearing a French maid costume and putting on a show for me while I sat on the couch, sipped a drink, and played with myself. 

We all stand there staring for what seems an eternity, when I finally introduce Tim and John, and tell my wife that they came by to see if I wanted to play some poker.

They both finally look up from my wife's tits long enough to say they can see we're busy and that they're going to take off. Then my wife says "What the heck, some cards sounds fun", why don't they stick around and the four of us can play. I'm thinking, "Dam, I was hoping to get a good blow job, and look what she's wearing".

John asked "Are you sure, it kind of looks like maybe you had other plans." I'm about to say we did when my wife says not at all, let's play. She tells me to fix everyone a drink and she'll be back in a minute. I figure she's going to go change cloths so I tell the guys to find a seat at the coffee table in the living room while I get the drinks.

When I come in with the drinks I see that my wife hasn't changed like I expected, but she's standing on her tippy toes trying to reach the cards and poker chips that are in the TV cabinet in the living room. With her stretched out reaching up like she is and wearing the high heels she has on, I can see that the little maid outfit is pulling up around her ass and we're seeing all there is to see. Since she isn't wearing any underwear, we have a perfect view of not only her ass, but her pussy lips are poking out just enough to where we can make a positive identification. That's when I figure she's thinking of more then just a game a poker. John and Tim are staring so intently that I think their going to cum in their pants right then and there.

She gets the stuff and sets it on the table and heads for the kitchen to get her drink. I follow her in and she turns to me and says that she can't believe how hot it made her knowing that those guys were looking at her ass like that She grabs my hand and sticks it between her legs and says check this out. Her pussy is soaking wet, she tell's me she almost came just standing there. Then she says that she really didn't think I'd bring a couple of guys over like this. I look at her for a second and then it dawns on me that she thinks I set this up on purpose. I tell her that it was just coincidence and that I was just telling the guys to leave when she walked in.

She says oh! What're we going to do then? As she says this I hear a little disappointment in her voice, so I say lets play some cards and see what happens. She brightens and says ok, just for a little while. 

We go back to the living room and I sit on one side of the table and my wife on the other. It just happens that this puts her between Tim and John. We each buy in for 10 dollars and I know I can probably take all the money tonight if I want because I don't think Tim and John can hardly look at their cards with my wife sitting there dressed like she is. She's never looked better. 

After awhile I've got most of the chips so we make the rule that when you lose from now on it's going to cost a piece of clothing or something if you don't have the chips.

Of course my wife loses the next hand, but she says that she doesn't want to take her outfit off but she'll give us a quick look.

I wonder how far she'll go with this when she stands up and pulls the top of her outfit away from her tits and kind of just pinches her nipples which are already hard as little diamonds. I hear John say kind of under his breath "Boy those are nice." 

We go a couple more hands and John loses his shirt and pants. And when he stands to take his pants off you can see even with his underwear on that he's got a cock on him that will rival any porn star, and it's standing at full attention from looking at my wife. And speaking of my wife now it's her turn to stare, and she sits there with her mouth open staring at John's dick till he sits back down. 

My wife loses once again and before anyone can even say anything she stand's, puts one high heeled foot on the table which puts her pussy right at eye level and starts rubbing her cunt with her left hand, she sticks first one, then two fingers in, pulls them out and asks who'd like a taste? Tim gets it out a little faster then the rest of us that he sure would, so she holds out her hand while Tim starts sucking on her fingers.

I don't think I've ever seen my wife in anything close to the fevered state she's in and I start getting the feeling she's about ready to try anything that we'd suggest. And at this moment there are a lot of things that I can come up with. 

We've all had a number of drinks now and things are definitely starting to heat up. Tim wins the next hand and says he wants a feel of my wife's pussy. She gets up and stands next to him with her legs slightly spread while Tim slowly at first and then faster starts rubbing her cunt. She starts rotating her hips around his hand while making little moaning noises until she finely pushes his hand away. I swear, I think she came with just that short touch. She goes and sits back down and says to deal the next hand.

My wife wins what turns out to be the last hand we're going to play and says she wants to see how big that thing between John's legs really is. He stands up and pulls off his shorts to reveal a cock that has to be 11 or 12 inches long and as big around as a beer bottle. She looks at it for a minute and turns to me and asks if she can touch it. I tell her she can do whatever she would like with it. She reaches up and just barely touches it with a couple of fingers and when she does it twitches like it was hit with a shot of electricity. She wraps her hand around it and it's so thick that her fingers don't meet. She starts sliding her hand up and down and John looks like he's gone to heaven. 

Tim stands up and says he needs some of that and stands on the other side of my wife and drops his pants. He look's to have a pretty normal size dick, but next to John's it looks puny. My wife reaches up and grubs Tim's cock too, and now she's stroking the both of them. After a little of this she turn's to me again and asks if she can have a little taste of the pre cum driblets that are on the ends of both of their cocks and I say only if I can eat her pussy while she does. Without saying another word she turns and kneels with her legs spread, I get on my back and crawl between her legs where I can lick her pussy and still be able to watch as she turns her head first to Tim's cock and licks the head and then does the same to John's monster. 

I can't believe what I'm seeing; I've got the best seat in the house for this show as she finally wraps her lips around John's dick and can barely get her lips around the head. After a few minutes of sucking on John's she turns and starts to suck Tim. His is so much smaller that she starts sliding it in and out of her mouth. Her nose is hitting his belly on every down stroke, and from where I'm at I can see she's taking it so deep that her lower lip is touching his balls.

At last she push's up and away from the three of us and says she needs a cock in her. The whole time she's talking she can't take her eyes from John's member so I tell her maybe she should try that one on for size.

She has John lie on his back on the coffee table while she straddles his hips facing Tim and me. She reaches down and rubs the massive head up and down the slit of her pussy which is as wet as I've ever seen it. She spreads her lips and slowly lowers herself down to where just the head is in her pussy, I tell her that this is the biggest and best show I've ever seen, and I'll bet her she can't get all of it in her pussy. She says she she'll take that bet. She asks what the winner gets and I tell her that if I win that I get to cum in her ass and if she wins she gets to be fucked by all three of us till she's completely satisfied. She say's she'll take that bet. Now I figure either way I win.

Slowly she start's working up and down his monster tool, getting a little more in each time. She gets to a point where it's about three quarters of the way in and all of a sudden she start's going up and down faster and faster, moaning louder and louder until she suddenly stops and her whole body starts shaking while she cums.

When at last she stops shaking and can talk again, she asks how she did and I tell her she didn't even come close to making it disappear. She says "I guess you win".

She spins around while still straddling John, but now she's facing him with her ass turned toward me. She grabs John's cock and sticks it back in her pussy, tells me her ass is all mine and at the same time she reaches out and grabs Tim's dick and say's "I want all my holes filled." 

Now she's rocking back and forth on John and sucking like crazy on Tim while I come at her from behind stroking my dick which is all ready as hard as it's ever been, I set the head of my dick against her little pucker opening and push just the head in, thinking I better take this slow, but my wife is starting to go like a whirlwind, she yanks Tim's dick out of her mouth and yells at me to stick it in and quit fooling around. She has to say no more and just like that I'm in to the hilt. I can feel the hugeness of John's cock in her pussy and we start to get a rhythm going, where when I go in he goes out and vice versa. She's moaning around Tim's cock to keep it going, and I think she must have cum ten times while we were triple fucking her like this. 

John's the first one to say he's about to cum, and Tim say's he's right behind him. My wife says she wants to watch them shoot their loads, so we all pull our cocks out of her while she rolls over on her back and tells me to stick my cock back in her ass, she lays there on her back and spreads her legs so I can push her hips back and slide my dick back where it belongs, deep in her ass, at the same time I reach down and start rubbing her clit, then I stick two fingers in her pussy and rub my own cock through her pussy walls.

John and Tim are both standing by her head stroking their dicks like mad, Tim's the first one to start Cumming, and aims his load at my wife's tits, my wife starts rubbing every drop into her skin as more and more keeps spewing from Tim's dick. John start's spurting at the same time, and most of it is going straight into her open mouth, some hitting her on the chin. The amount of sperm coming from John's dick is equal to It's size, and it seems like he shoots a gallon into her mouth, on her chin and, and all over her neck.

This whole time I'm pumping into her ass as hard and fast as I can, and she looks up at me and open's her mouth to show me how much cum she's got in there, then she shuts her mouth and takes a big swallow and smiles at me. This is to much, my cock, sliding in and out of that warm tight place just can't take it any more, I feel like I'm about to blow up, I start Cumming and it feels like I'm never going to stop. I know I've never cum for so long or as hard as I did at that moment. 

I've never seen any thing more beautiful or as sexy and exciting as my wife lying there with a big drop of cum on her chin, her breast's shinny from all the sperm rubbed on them and a naughty look on her face when she tells me "just wait till they leave, then I'll really show you something." 



The Game



Amanda moved from her sitting position on the floor to hands and knees, eyeing Nicholas on the other side of the room as she started to crawl across the floor in a delectable motion. Dark blue eyes held to his stretched-out form, succulent rocking motion to heart-shaped ass begging for his attention as she moved towards his feet, noticing his subtle glance towards her, a slight grin crossing his ebony face. Amanda's long blonde hair flowed like spun gold over her slender shoulders, an impish grin crossing berry-stained lips. She noticed the way his eyes glanced over her enticing form and then back to the football game on the screen in front of him, lean athletic form stretched out on the floor as he leaned back against the couch. She purred playfully like a sexy lap kitten as she reached him, slithering on to her belly and nibbling at the edge of his shorts for attention, laughing softly against his firm black skin, cocoa-hued eyes moving from the game once more to the delicious blonde-haired beauty toying with him.

Nicholas' eyes glanced back to the game, playfully thumping her on the nose as he tried to concentrate on the plays ahead, making notes on his pad as dark eyes tried not to watch her teeth tug on the hem of his shorts. "Stop it, Amanda!" he chuckled, "you know I have to write this review tonight." All he heard was the delicious sound of her laughter filling the air as her fingers slid up his inner thigh and into his shorts. He bit back a groan as her fingers slid over his sensitive balls, gritting his teeth as he tried to concentrate on the football play at hand but his mind was quickly going somewhere else as she tugged at his shorts, blue eyes lifting upwards in a silent plea to be used. "Damn girl, I should beat your ass."

"Promises, promises," she commented before her tongue swirled along his dark flesh as she moved between his legs, pulling the pad from his hands as her light colored hair spread in a golden fan over his long, muscled thighs.

Nicholas growled low, reaching into his pants and gripped the base of his shaft, freeing the dark monster from the restraining fabric, his voice husky as he commanded, "Come girl and feast." He saw mink-brown eyebrows lifts, looking from his face to the hardening flesh and then back up to his face in playful teasing, causing him to harden that much more. Again the soft lilt of her laughter filled the room as she inched closer until warm breath washed over his flesh, soft curls brushing tantalizingly against his thighs. She had the most beautiful blue eyes and he drank in her beauty as she gazed longingly at his hardening pole, noting the change in color and then back upwards to his ruggedly handsome face.

Nicholas growled to her feigned tentative nature and reached out with his right hand to grip her by those luscious soft locks, pulling her face closer to the tip. He was rewarded with a trembling moan as he guided his cock to her lips, feeling her expert tongue reach out to touch his swollen flesh, darting out for a taste. With an upward thrust Nicholas forced his engorged member to open those lush lips, shoving it inside of her warm mouth. 

Amanda could feel his hand hard in her hair, nostrils flaring wide to inhale his manly scent as long eyelashes fluttered closed, that thick long black cock pushing deeper into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. Berry-stained lips fit perfectly around his girth as she suckled him eagerly deeper. His growl of pleasure spurred her onward, welcoming his manhood as a strong hand on the top of her head guided her head down. Amanda's moan against his flesh sent a ripple of desire coursing through him, opening her throat to take him deeper as one hand splayed against his groin. The other one reached upwards to caress and fondle his swelling balls as her tongue flattened to the underside of his swollen cock, caressing against the thick vein that pulsed life into that thick pole of steel she loved so much.

Nicholas released her hair as her head began to bob slowly up and down, moving instead to move lush curls of wheat to the side so he could get a clear view of her lips stretched to accommodate him. He grinned to her as he leaned back against the couch once more, letting her do her thing, noting the way her lashes fluttered open to gaze up at him, those sexy blue eyes sparkling with an insatiable lust. Amanda couldn't help but shiver as his fingers left soft tresses to caress against her flushed cheek, feeling his burning gaze drink in the sight of her feasting on his delicious rigid pole, sucking like a hungry baby on a bottle, starved for nourishment. Eager to please, her mouth delved down in long strokes, teasing her tongue across the swollen head as he comes back up, the distinctive scent of her own arousal inhaled with the masculine scent of his flesh.

Nicholas could smell her, his nostrils flaring wide as he breathed in the scent of her sweet pussy, grinning as his eyes held hers. His hips began to pump upwards into her mouth as he groaned out, "That's it, Amanda ... fuck me with your mouth and show me who's little slut you are." That brought another delicious moan from those gorgeous lips wrapped around his throbbing fuck pole, willingly taking him deeper, opening her throat as if to swallow every inch that he was offering. She couldn't hold back the reflexive gag as he bottomed out, trembling lips pressed to his groin as silver tears spring to her stormy blue eyes, so filled is she with his girth. Her fingers continue to caress his swollen balls, urging them in soft strokes to empty onto the sweetness of her hungered tongue. 

Nicholas growls his absolute pleasure, feeling her moan cause a vibration through his athletic body and spreads his legs wider to give her more access. Her fingers massaging and fondling his balls is starting to drive him wild with desire. Amanda's whimpers and shivers of delight are response enough as the rumble of his growl travels down his belly and into the softness of her wet mouth. He can see her shift, thighs of alabaster rubbing against one another, knowing the sweetest of hot honey is dampening those swollen lips as her mouth continues to move incessantly over his flesh, pouty lips formed perfectly around his girl as her tongue continues to caress and coax his erection. With a growl, he reaches down with a strong hand and grabs a handful of her hair again, pulling back as his cock slides out of her mouth. Her shocked blue eyes travel upwards quick, locking with his as he says in a low command, "Get on your back, slut."

Amanda's response is almost instantaneously, folding long dancer's legs beneath her to inch back seductively before his hungered gaze. She moves back in a slow enticing motion on the carpet before him, knowing she is fueling his fire with a languid stretch of creamy flesh as she settles back beneath the flow of the lamplight, curls as a golden halo around her form as she stretches before him like a sleek cat. Nicholas gives her a sly wink as he leans forward, kicking long legs out behind him to lie on his stomach and slide between her legs, pushing them apart with his hands to expose her sweet cunt for his viewing pleasure. Grinning, he leans closer to inspect it, blowing light over her pussy lips as he simultaneously inhales her scent. Agile fingers begin to roam the inside of both her creamy thighs before gripping the left one to place over his right shoulder, extending the tip of his tongue to flick at lower swollen lips near that sweet, tight fuck hole. 

Amanda's moans filled the air, back arching reflexively as her flat belly tightened, feeling the warmth of his breath even before the touch of his hand. Long thick lashes fluttered closed as he positioned her leg over his shoulders, a soft whimper of need erupting from her throat, slender fingers searching and grasping into the long strands of the carpet beneath them as her head turned to the left, body tightening in anticipation of his touch. A soft cry is heard in both surprise and pleasure as his tongue extends and flattens, pressing to her swollen lips and dragging to the hood over clit. Amanda's back arches in desire as her thighs tighten over his strong shoulders, glancing down to see the top of his head kissed with short wiry strands. She can not help but shudder as his lips form an O, surrounding her tight throbbing pearl and sucks hard, his teeth grabbing the sensitive flesh and grinding down as she bucks against his mouth, his tongue and lips and teeth sweet torture on her throbbing bud.

Her body is like a raging fire consumed beneath his onslaught as he slides two fingers inside of her right hold to the first knuckles and then shoves them in hard, pumping in a steady rhythm before curling to tickle her sensitive insides. Nicholas grins against her weeping slit as Amanda's head begins to thrash, seeing her fingers grip tightly to the carpet as her hips continue to thrust against his fingers in lustful want, eagerly accepting what he would do to her body and then attacked her clit once more, grinding his teeth down to send pleasurable pain through the body he can't get enough of. Amanda's head flies up, darkened gaze boring into his handsome dark face buried between her sweet thighs as he releases her clit from his teeth and begins to tease it unmercifully inside of his mouth with the tip of that skilled tongue.

Shivering in delight, Amanda's mind gone blank, the only thing she knows is how his tongue feels twirling around her throbbing pearl before he starts to lightly hum against his lips, causing vibrations to rock her shuddering cunt. She cries out again in surprise as her slides his fingers out from her tight fuck hole only to replace them with three, his flesh coated with her wet sex and then shoves them back inside as he bites down on her clit. Her back arches in sudden delirium, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending her over the edge as that first release crashes around his invading fingers, unable to control her passionate responses.

Nicholas can't help but grin as Amanda thrashes about, knowing she is but a toy for his pleasure, releasing her clit only long enough to look up into her gorgeous eyes. Smiling to himself at her tortured look, he leans back down to suck her throbbing little pearl back into his mouth and rams his fingers harder inside of her. Amanda's shay fingers release the tightly gripped furs only to grasp futilely at his head, pulling it closer to her quivering flesh out of delirium. Her back arches uncontrollably as she begins to tremble beneath his relentless attack on her lustful flesh. Gasping for breath through the moans of pure delight, she can hear the sound of his voice breaking through the fog of her desires ... "Not yet, Amanda ... not without me." 

Silky thighs quiver and tighten in an attempt to keep from coating his lips and hand with the sweetest of hot nectar, silver tears stinging her eyes as she is only able to react. She can hear Nicholas growl, sensing how close she is and pulls back, releasing her throbbing pearl from his mouth as his fingers slide out of her tight cunt. Reaching between his legs to grip the base of his fully erect cock, he slides closer to her, keeping her left leg on his right shoulder, the contrast of milky white skin against dark flesh erotic. Pushing her up, he guides his shaft to her cunt hole and inserts the head slightly before releasing the base and then with a grin of triumph and without warning, shoves it in hard with a powerful thrust, almost as if exploding inside of has her tight lips spread to accommodate his wide girth.

Amanda's eyes fly open as she feels him gather himself, moaning in anticipation of what's coming, crying out at the intensity of his onslaught on willing flesh, unable to stop the pleasure that shocks through her at his first forceful thrust. Her body shudders around him as he reaches beneath her tight ass to lift her slightly into the air as his docks drives into her, ramming home with purpose as he stares down into her beautiful face, watching as her nails rake down his arms, clinging even as she spirals out of control. Nicholas' pleasure is unmatched as he watches her pleasurable reaction to his taking of her sweet body.

Wide blue eyes remain locked to his chocolate ones, unable to tear away from his unwavering gaze. Amanda's body is but a molten puddle of desire beneath his driving rhythm as she pulls him closer still, his moans reaching her ears as he pounds into her sopping cunt. His growls are like music to her ears as she arches up, quivering lips hunger for his kiss, the muscles of her hot weeping cunt locked around his rigid pole like a vise, milking him with each lustful thrust. Almost sobbing in relief as Nicholas leans forward at her subtle pull to meet her lips with a searing kiss, his tongue splitting open her mouth as he seeks hers out in a passionate rape of her lips. 

Amanda can't help but shudder beneath his delicious onslaught on her mouth, her own tongue dueling with his as she eagerly sucks his tongue deeper, yearning for him to consume her with his passions. Long nails dig into his flesh, marking him as his strong hand reaches up to remove her leg from his shoulder, guiding it behind him as her other leg follows suit, locking dainty ankles in the small of his back. A soft groan erupts as his hands then slide beneath her ass, lifting it into the air to grant him more access, plunging back into her harder only to bottom out as his hip bone pounds against her cunt.

Nicholas can feel her tongue against his, sucking on it, knowing she can taste her sweet nectar as he moans into her mouth. So fucking delicious ... he can't get enough! He can hear her gasp from breath as that delectable wanton body of hers shudders around him, feeling her locked ankles travel further up as his back, enticing him to fuck her harder. Grinning to himself, he watches as her head falls back, a low moan erupted from that slender exposed throat as she begs him with both her body and hoarse, needful whispers ... "Please don't stop ... oh god, don't stop!"

Amanda's hips meet his time and again in a wonderment of passion and precision timing, as if they were made to partner in this dance of elicit passion. Long nails score over his hardened flesh, the strength of his will and power executed over her soft yielding curves that fit so damned perfectly to his hard demanding ones. Her eyes open, drinking him in, unable to stop the moans and whimpers of delight as he continues to drive her closer and closer to nirvana. She cries out in anguish as he reaches behind him to unlock her ankles, pulling away from the kiss and swiftly slides his cock out of her spasming cunt only to grab her roughly by the hips and roll her over to lie on her stomach so quickly that she is almost dizzy. Another cry of surprise spills forth as he swiftly spreads her legs with his knees to take her from behind, driving his cock back into willing flesh. His right hand shoots up and grabs a handful of hair, snapping her head back as Amanda's fingers tighten into the carpet beneath them, her back arching deliciously as his balls slap against her throbbing clit.

Nicholas presses his full body weight on top of her and growls into her ear, "You like this shit, don't you?" He is rewarded by her powerful groan, feeling her body convulse out of control over his raging hard cock and he pulls back so that it is almost all the way out and then with a powerful thrust, rams it home again as his grasp simultaneously pulls her head back more. Her answer is unneeded as her cries of pleasure drive him insane, crying out her need to be taken only as he can. A deep growl is released once more as her sweet scent fills his nostrils, leaning down to bite down hard on her shoulder and then sucking her sweet flesh into his mouth, tongue going in circles as his hips pound into her, impaling her with his cock. He can feel it growing, his balls swelling ...

Amanda is sent over the edge at the feel of his hard hand buried in her tangle of curls, that hard fuck pole lodged deep within her hot burning flesh. She can't help but shudder and thrust back against him, crying out in wanton pleasure as he marks her with his teeth. She can't stop the trembling and shaking as her body is trapped beneath his pounding, feeling each thrust grow harder, knowing he is close. And then she is shuddering almost violently beneath him, pushing back in jerking motions, her sobs of relief as she cums unchecked beneath his tutelage. Her shaking hands and knees are held up only by his strength, shuddering as she wills him to empty a hot load into her waiting, willing flesh.

Nicholas' growl fills the air as he feels her release and then quickly pulls out of her knowing how close he is. Strong hand grip her hips an droll her back over onto her back, moving quickly up to straddle her at the shoulders, his throbbing cock offered to her sweet mouth. Even in the delirium of her release, Amanda's mouth opens eagerly for his thick black cock, his hips thrusting forward to push it into her hot wet mouth. Their eyes lock as she draws it in deep and fast as if swallowing him whole is as second nature as breathing. Her eyes never leave his as he growls, pumping his hips into her mouth, fucking her as her hand begins to stroke him fast and hard, matching the rhythm of her mouth. Her sweet moans around his cock send him over the edge, knowing she can taste her own cum as her tongue wraps around his girth, pulling him deeper in and then is rewarded by the surge of thick ropes of pearly nectar that erupt from his swollen balls, struggling to swallow every last drop. Nicholas' hands reach down, burying his fingers into her hair as he slams his cock into her mouth, feeding her with his thick seed. Shuddering violently, he rolls off her to collapse to the floor beside her, gasping for breath as she licks her lips and rolls over to her side to glance at him with an impish grin, blue eyes shining as her blonde hair falls in a wild array around her shoulders.

"Damn," is all he can say, looking over at her with a grin. A soft giggle brings a smile to his lips as she moves to hover over him like a warm blanket. His arms enfold her, pulling her close as their noses touch, rubbing gently as he moans, the scent of his cum warm on her lips. Smiling to her he says, "Well now, that was pretty damn good." Her gentle smile washes over him and then he feels her cheek pressed over his heart, soft curls caressed over his chest, pulling her closer as his eyes close ... the game forgotten.



The Game



There are women who enjoy playing the coquette with men without realising how dangerous their little teasing game can be. This is especially the case with women in their middle years that, growing doubtful of their feminine charms, and wondering if they can still attract males, dangle themselves like bait on a hook before a hungry fish.

It is especially hazardous if all that the woman expects is some simple recognition of her attractions by the male turning round to take a second look, or his endeavouring to extend a conversation so as to keep her company just a little longer. If she succeeds in this, then she feels she had triumphed.

This game becomes especially risky when she plays it with red blooded young males, and even more so when in fact her needs extend beyond a desire for simple recognition, and includes her own frustrated sexual desires. It is then she may well push the game beyond the safe zone and into the red for danger.

Another thing many women do not seem to understand is that almost any woman can get a male to copulate with her if she makes herself obviously available. If she thinks that getting a man to have sex with her means she is beautiful or particularly desirable, she might consider that a man is ready to copulate with even quite a plain woman if she lets it be known she is ready for him.

I point this out in order to let it be known that I am middle aged, do not consider myself beautiful and was extremely needy where sex was concerned. I was and am a single mother – had been for about four years - when the incident I shall relate took place. This led me to push the teasing game too far. 

I had been involved in a couple of relationships with men who were married, both of which ended when I started to want more than a once a week meeting on the sly. The men had been about my own age, and I started to get a yen for something younger and more potent. The possibility of this “something” young was frequently right there in my own back garden in the shape of my son’s friends.

I was in the fortunate position – or unfortunate depending on how you interpret it – of having a large back yard that contained a swimming pool and room for games of badminton to be played. These amenities drew my son’s friends to our house, all young men at their most potent. 

So it was that I frequently found myself looking out of the French windows at lithe and potent young men who in hot weather lounged around the pool or played badminton in the briefest of brief swim wear. I could see their beautiful spears outlined against the cloth, and often partially erect, and it was at such times that I wondered if I were still capable of gaining the interest of young males.

The thought was parent to the deed. I began to seriously consider how I could test what I thought of as my fading attractions with these young men. I told myself I wanted no more than their interest; an acknowledgement of my existence as a desirable female.

It had not been my habit to mingle with them, being no more than the supplier of food and drink for their ever raging appetites, but as I have said, the thought became action and I started to talk more freely with them; teasing a trifle pruriently; swimming in the pool with them, even playing badminton.

They seemed to take my presence surprisingly well considering I was after all the mother of their friend, and therefore an adult to be at best tolerated and at worst avoided.

Seeing that I was not completely left out of their company I went a stage further. My swim wear was a very respectable, one might almost say matronly, one piece. I had seen what the girls were wearing, so I bought myself a somewhat daring two piece. This was perhaps another dangerous mistake in the game and it had a more dramatic effect than I expected.

Stepping from the house into the garden in my new purchase I suddenly found my self the focus of attention. I have never been able to recall exactly how many boys were there that day, but around seven or eight. So seven or eight pairs of eyes seemed to be fastened on me in a manner complained of by many women; I felt as if those eyes were stripping me.

My first inclination was to flee back into the house, but having got that far I decided to brazen it out. I dived into the pool and quickly found that a number of the boys had dived in after me and they found every excuse to touch and tangle with me. 

When I got out of the pool the situation became even more heated when I discovered that the material of which my two-piece was made tended to become translucent when wet. Thus my breasts, nipples and pubic hair might just as well have been totally exposed.

This unexpected quality in my garb made me quite nervous, especially as those eyes were fixed on me even more relentlessly, and I would have had to be blind not to see that erections were in evidence. 

I had conducted my experiments and discovered that I could indeed interest young men, perhaps a little more ardently than I’d intended. I told myself that I was quivering because I was cold from the swim, but even as I told myself I knew it was otherwise. I was shaken by the effect I had achieved. 

As calmly as I could I went back into the house and tried to recover; shortly after my son came bursting in.

“Mum, what the hell are you trying to do?”

All innocence and virtue I replied, “What do you mean, darling?”

“You know exactly what I mean. If you wanted to get the guys horny, then you’ve succeeded.”

“Don’t be so silly, David, how could a woman my age arouse young men half my age?”

“By wearing that two-piece thing you’ve got on, that’s how; it’s enough to make a monk renounce his vow of chastity.”

“I think you’re wrong, David,” I said, hoping that he wasn’t wrong, “but if they find your mother attractive, then you should be pleased.”

“My God, you wanted to turn them on, didn’t you mum?”

“No, of course not.” 

So far David’s tone had been rather exasperated, but now it changed. He laughed and said, “Well, whether you intended to turn them on or not, you did, so what next?”

“Nothing is next, darling. I’m sure if I really did arouse them they’ll soon forget it, and next time they see me in my two piece it will be old news and of little interest.”

He gave me a strange look and said, “I wouldn’t bet on it,” and left.

That seemed to end the matter because nothing further was said for the next few days. As for me, once I got used to the idea that I could indeed get those young men “turned on,” I hugged it to myself like something precious. At night I preened myself naked in front of the mirror, telling my self I didn’t look so bad after all, and satisfied with the effect I’d had.

I think it was about five days after my first appearance as David’s teasing mother that I stepped out for a swim. Again the stares were there, but when I dived into the pool no one dived in after me. Disappointed that the prophesy my two-piece would be “old news and of little interest” when making a further appearance had been fulfilled, I got out of the pool and trying not to show my disappointment went back into the house.

Feeling frustrated by this lack of response I looked out of the French windows at my faithless admirers and noticed that David was not there and the boys seemed to be in a huddle and talking animatedly.

I lay back on the divan and closed my eyes, contemplating this lack of response to my second two-piece appearance. Everything was still and silent and I must have dozed off because I was suddenly aroused by the noise of the French windows being opened.

I looked up and saw the boys crowding into the room. One of them came close to me and said, “We have something you want, Lucy.”

They had moved to stand or sit around me. I felt the clip of my top being undone and removed to leave my breasts naked. Hands fondled them and pressed my nipples. The bottoms of my bathers were pulled off and my legs parted by strong hands. I could see that the boys had removed their bathers, and penises stood up long a firm, their crowns shining with pre-cum. 

It all happened so quickly I hadn't had time to protest, and by the time I did protest one of the boys was kneeling in front of me, his tongue pushing into my vagina. My nipples were being sucked and hands seemed to be everywhere exploring my body.

My little protest died; what they were doing to me was beautiful. A mouth closed over mine and a tongue began to explore. 

My legs were wide open and someone else now had their tongue in my vagina. I felt something warm touch my lips and knew what it was and what was expected. I took the head of the penis into my mouth. Both my nipples were being sucked and fingers were exploring my vagina and anus.

Warm young bodies were pressed against me; hands were stroking and pressing me everywhere and sperm erupted into my mouth. No sooner were the ejections finished and another penis was pressed up against my mouth. My own hands were engaged in masturbating penises and it was hard to tell who was doing what to me. 

A boy lay beside me on the divan and I was lifted up on top of him and his penis was guided into me. As he entered I felt another penis thrusting into my anus and soon they were both working up and down in me. There was another explosion of sperm into my mouth, hands were still fondling my breasts, every sexually available part of me was being exploited and I felt the first of several orgasms sweep over me. I wanted to scream but the penis in my mouth prevented this, and I made a burbling sort of noise.

I don’t know how many of them there were, but as soon as one finished he was replaced by another. Sperm erupted into my back passage followed quickly by ejaculations into my vagina. I was over on my back again and one of them came astride me and folding my breasts over his shaft moved until he shot his load, much of it splashing on my face. 

I was ecstatic; every part of me seemed to be a vibrant sex organ and I was crying out for more. I think most of them ejaculated into me more than once, but in the end I wore them out. They lay or sat exhausted as I cried out, “Do it to me again…do it again…” 

Slowly they revived but this time I took them one at a time, most of them opting for vaginal penetration. I had orgasm after orgasm and was now able to give full vocal expression to the delicious agony. 

When they had finally had enough and even I was sated, they left one by one. Sperm was oozing out of every orifice including a flood of lubricant mingled with the sperm in my vagina. 

I lay there, dazed but more gratified than at any other time in my life. David walked in and stood looking at me.

“Did you get what you wanted, mother?”

I knew he had set me up for it, so I said, “Yes thank you, darling. In fact, I’m sorry it’s over.”

“He grinned and said, “Don’t worry they’ll be back.”

I woke with a start, my vagina and thighs were soaked with my juice, “Oh God, it had only been a dream.” I looked towards the French windows and saw the boys crowding into the room. One of them came close to me and said, “We have something you want, Lucy…”



The Game



He was nothing more than a dark shadow in the night, as he got out of his car, until lightening lit up the sky. The rain was glistening off his bare chest in the light. I knew the feel of that rock hard chest, I delighted in that chest, but I was dying to taste it, taste everything. However, this was his game, his rules. I was to do nothing with out his command and I had yet to make it that far. Already I could feel the heat pool between my legs. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. I had to remind myself I could win this game. All I had to do was not make a sound. 

I saw him for the first time three months ago at a party that my best friend had thrown. He was encircled by what could only be described as a pack of females. Red, blondes, and brunettes were everywhere all vying for his attention. He was dressed in a grey cashmere sweater and slacks, he looked bored with what he was seeing and hearing. 

His green eyes were scanning the room with a lazy attitude that emitted the feeling that he would rather be anywhere but where he was at that moment. While he was bored, I was fast becoming excited. His eyes briefly scanned over me only to return once again. I felt as if my insides had melted. 

When he winked at me, I could not have been more shocked. With at least seven women surrounding him, he still noticed me from across the room. I was reluctant to release the eye contact we shared, I had a ridiculous thought that if I looked away he would disappear into the night. Not surprisingly, that is exactly what happened. 

A week later, I saw him again and this time I got to get a whole lot closer. So close in fact, that he brushed my cheek with his finger, no words were exchanged between us, just his wink. For the next three months, he slowly stepped up the contact between us. A brush of his finger tips here, his lips there. His smile and wink always evident what wasn’t were words. 

That is until three days ago… 

He stopped at the bottom of the steps to the patio and looked at the window knowing I would be watching him. The rain was coming down harder with each minute. He stood there waiting. When the sky lit up again, he crooked his finger at me telling me to come to him. I kicked off my sandals and headed out the door with out a second thought. I was smoldering. Just watching him toss his head, back to throw his hair out of his eyes had me melting at the knees. Before this night was over, I had high hopes that we would both be on our knees. The lightening struck again and the game had begun. 

I stopped and waited at the top of the stairs with the rain beating against my back listening to the thunder. He motioned for me to turn around. I turned, letting the rain drench my white tee shirt against my breast. My hard and extended nipples now outlined by my dark areolas straining against the wet cloth. 

I waited for him to tell me to turn back around. Instead, I felt him run his finger lightly up the back of my calf, the back of my knee, then slowly up my thigh under my skirt not stopping until he reached the top of my ass leaving a small trail of heat where his fingers had touched. Slipping a finger inside the top of the panties I was wearing, he ran his finger back and forth across my back, plunging his finger deep to skim across my bare ass. Then his hand was gone. 

I had to swallow a moan of disappointment. I was trying not to show how much he was affecting me. I stood as still as I could, slowly counting to ten repeatedly. After three days of this game, I knew the rules well. No sounds permitted. If I made a sound he would leave, and come back tomorrow and start all over. That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted his cock deep inside me tonight. 

I heard him slowly climb the stairs until he was directly behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and licked from my neck up to my ear then back down. He bit my neck lightly and pulled away quickly taking my tee shirt off at the same time. He stopped pulling the shirt off just over my head my hands and head captured, leaving my neck tilted to the side and vulnerable to his attention. He nipped and licked at my neck until I was not sure if I could hold the moan back.

He tossed my shirt onto the ground and cupped each of my breasts. I leaned back into him wanting to have more contact. I reached up and wrapped my hand behind his head holding him to my neck. Pushing my hips forward I reached back to undo his jeans. I was delighted to find that they were already unsnapped. With my fingers on his zipper, I waited for the okay to proceed. 

Before I could work my hand into his jeans, he pushed me forward. We walked to the end of the patio where a table and four chairs occupied. He took my hands, placed them over my breasts, and lightly began massaging them. He stopped then started again adding more pressure then stopped once again. This time when he stopped, I continued to keep squeezing and felt him buck forward in response. He placed his hand in the middle of my back and pushed me forward so that I bent over the table.

He reached down and ran his finger between my legs and over my clit. Thunder and lightening rocked the sky as I looked over my shoulder to see his reaction to the crotch-less panties I was wearing. His eyes flared and a half smile played on his lips. I started to give a small smile in return, only to have him slide his finger into my wet pussy. He slowly began sliding his finger in and out repeatedly. He then slid in another finger only to remove it and start to rub my clit.

His lips and tongue trailed down my back as his fingers worked the tie loose that held my skirt together. Soon the skirt joins the tee shirt on the ground. He worked his way up my back to my neck. My legs started shaking. His fingers slowed down in their thrusts then stopped all together deep inside me. He slowly, slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy I pressed my ass back against his hard cock. For my action, I received a small pinch on my ass even as his hips shoved forward against me before turning me around. 

He placed his hands on my hips waiting once again for the lightening to strike before he placed me on to the table. He bent forward, took my nipple into his mouth, and began to suck gently running his tongue in circles around my nipple. I leaned back giving him better access. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. His hard cock outlined in his tight wet jeans molded tightly to my pussy. The jeans caused a rough but exciting friction against my thighs as I rocked my hips. 

He lifted my leg from his waist to place my foot on the table then repeated it with my other foot; making sure, my thighs were kept wide open. He knelt down and took my clit between his teeth all in one motion. I was glad the thunder rumbled once again because I was not sure if I let a moan escape or not. 

He licked my pussy, his tongue slipping in and out of my burning passage. My hips bucked up seeking his touch, begging for his touch. His thumb rubbing against my clit bringing me closer and closer to release only to stop moving right before I could explode. His finger slid into my pussy stilled. 

Resting on my elbows, I threw my head back letting the rain beat against my face. My eyes closed in surrender I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. It was getting harder and harder not to scream. 

He took my hand, placed it over my clit, and pushed softly. As I began to move my fingers, he moved his. If I stopped, he stopped. The faster I went, the faster he went, his movements mimicking mine. 

At his look, I stopped and slid three fingers down my pussy pulling my lips apart, slipping my middle finger into my pussy with his. Together we worked our fingers, in and out, faster and faster, slower and slower. He stood and leaned over me taking my nipple in to his mouth and biting lightly. 

I moaned deeply. He placed a kiss upon my lips, withdrew his finger and looked down at me with a wicked smile on his face. “Your getting better at holding those moans in, maybe next time you will be able to hold out until my cock is deep inside you.” Then he turned and walked away running his hand threw his hair. 

I lay back on to the table panting and cursing myself. How could I have let that moan loose? Maybe it was a subconscious thing. Maybe I wanted to draw this out as long as I could. I closed my eyes and re-lived everything he had just done to me. The rain pelting against my feverish skin was refusing to let the heat cool. 

A smile played at my lips as I listened to him drive away, I would not lay money on me remaining silent for a long, long time.



The Game



Special thanks to Eclipse for your editing help.

It started off innocently enough; I simply offered to give him a back rub. He was, after all, complaining of a back ache. He seemed to ignore my offer so the conversation turned back to the book we were reviewing for our presentation. 

It was 10 at night and I was just getting out of the bath. I was spreading lotion over my shaved pussy when I was roused out of the fantasy evolving in my head by a loud knock. I quickly grabbed my robe and answered the door. There he was, standing there, a puppy dog look in his eye and that rat's grin on his lips.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm here for that back massage you offered earlier," he stated.

Before I could protest he had maneuvered his way into my room and was sitting on the bed. With that same grin on his face he asked if I dressed up just for him. The blush on my face made it obvious that he had embarrassed me. He stood up and came close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my neck. He whispered and told me that he had dressed up just for me. 

"L--l--let me go change," I stuttered as I turned for the bathroom.

He grabbed the back of the tie on my robe and pulled me close up to him.

"Don't change on my account, I like you just like this. Well almost," he said with what I could only imagine was a wink and that same rats grin that made me wet every time.

He offered to turn the lights off so I would feel more comfortable and reminded me that this was, after all, my offer to him. I was glad he turned the lights off; it made it easier to hide my excitement. I wanted him. I had since the moment we met. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second. 

I offered to work on his shoulders first. We sat in the middle of the bed, me behind him with my legs spread around him. He sat down and slid back toward me. My soft pussy brushed up against his rough jeans. I uncontrollably let out a soft moan.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

I didn't answer him. 

I applied soft pressure to his neck and shoulder and began to work on his tense muscles. He let out a deep moan that made me smile knowing that my gift of a massage was proving itself once again. I started to apply more pressure pushing his muscles, stretching them, relaxing them. He moved his hands and positioned them on my calves to support himself against the pressure. I winced at his touch; it felt like fire, and caught my breath. It felt like a fuse was lit and was on a direct trail into my pussy. I caught my breath.

He laughed.

As I worked his shoulder muscles more I began trailing my hands down lower and lower on his back, between his shoulder blades, below his ribs and back up again. His shirt started to bunch up at his neck causing his lower back to be exposed to me. I reached up under his shirt and slid my hands across his warm skin. This time it was him that caught his breath and me that laughed. 

"Are YOU okay?" I joked.

"Fine," he stammered.

"Do you want me to take my shirt off?" he asked.

"It would make this easier," I instructed as I took a bold move and pulled his shirt up over his head. 

I knew what I was starting; I knew I was getting myself into trouble.

As I pulled his shirt off my robe fell open completely. Now, except for the dark, I was completely exposed to him. I could feel my nipples rubbing against his back and my pussy pressing against his buttocks.

I could do this. This was my game. I knew he was getting as turned on as I was. I knew that under his jeans was a throbbing prick that was just aching to be inside me. I had the control.

Or so I thought.

I started again on his shoulders and slid my hands down the front of his chest as part of my plan to seduce him. Just then he grabbed my hands, pulled my body against his back, then swiftly turned around. He pushed me back on the bed, still holding my hands and forcing them over my head. He was lying on top of me.

"You have been flirting with me this entire trip, flaunting your tits, and shaking your ass. Well now that ass is mine."

I was shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't move; he had me pinned and I could feel his cock through his jeans. I could feel my pussy begin to drip with excitement. I wanted him; this was now his game, his control. I loved it!

He slid off of me and took off his pants; I started to sit up as his cock bobbed in front of my face. 

"Suck my cock," he demanded.

I gladly extended my tongue out to meet the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around his head several times, then dipped down to close to his balls and licked one long lick back up. Just as I was coming back up to the head I opened my mouth and engulfed his entire shaft in my mouth and slid my lips down as far as I could go. He let out a grown as he put his hands on my head and tangled his fingers in my hair. The force on the back of my head was just enough to push his cock into the back of my throat enabling me to deep throat him. I kept my lips tight and created suction inside my mouth that was just enough to bring him to the edge. I flattened my tongue against the underside of his cock so I could feel and taste the cum that burst out of him.

Just as he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slight "pop."

"MMMMM, why'd you do that?" I asked.

His hands fell to my tits as he slid his cock into my cleavage and he began to pump himself over the edge. His cum showered over my tits as he attempted to aim it onto my nipples.

"Now you can lick it," he said as he lifted my tit up to my mouth.

I eagerly licked the cum off of my right tit and savored the taste mixed with the texture of my nipple in my mouth.

"You like that don't you babe?"

I responded by treating my other nipple to the same tongue bath.

Once my tits were licked clean he grabbed my hip and flipped me over so my ass was exposed to him. I felt him get off the bed and attempted to see where he was going but my eyes were met with a blinding light as he flipped the switch on.

"I want savor every aspect of you, including sight," he said.

I attempted to close my legs in a vain effort to hide at least part of my nakedness. 

SLAP! His had crashed down on my left buttock. I winced with the pain and buried my head in the pillow to hide the smile that was creeping across my face. 

"I said your ass was mine tonight, DO NOT hide it from me."

I obeyed his demand and spread my legs as far as I could while I pushed my ass up into the air. His fingers trailed over my ass, ensuring to trace the red outline from where his handprint was. He trailed his middle finger down the crack of my ass stopping just long enough at my ass hole to apply pressure and cause me to moan. He continued down my crack and followed the curves of my body deep into the folds of my pussy. He pushed his finger inside of me as if reaching for something then slowly pulled it out, drawing with it the wetness that was, at this point, dripping out of me. I heard him moan as he licked his finger to taste me.

"Turn over," he instructed.

He pushed my legs apart as he sank down so he was with in licking distance of my most sensitive parts. He gently probed and pulled my lips apart, all the while keeping his eyes glued to me as if examining me. He pulled my lips apart and licked a long flat lick from the base of my slit to the top of my clit. I could feel his lips enclose around my throbbing clit as he began to gently suck. I raised my hips in response to him, attempting to push my clit further and further into his mouth. I could feel my body start to tingle as he alternated between long licks and powerful suction. He began to slide his finger in and out of my pussy, pulling the orgasms out of me. His finger dipped into me then trailed down to my ass hole. 

"Relax," he told me as he slowly circled my ass with his now wet finger.

I could feel his finger start to press inside of me and open me up. 

"Good job," he praised as I felt myself open up to his entire finger. 

"Now two," he proclaimed as I felt his index finger get wet from my pussy and push along side his already buried middle finger. 

He worked his fingers inside my ass while intensifying his licks and suction on my clit. He began pumping his fingers in and out of my ass as my body opened up to him in response. 

"I'm going to cum!" I moaned.

"Cum for me baby, cum while I finger your ass."

I started to quiver with my impending orgasm, my pussy alternating between tighten and relaxing. My ass was following the same pattern and I could feel his fingers playing on that pulse within me. 

"MMMMMMMM," I moaned as my orgasm rocked through my body. My body beaded up with dew from my flushed skin and rapid breath.

Just as my orgasm was subsiding he again grabbed my hips and flipped me over and pulled my ass up into the air. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass and filling the now empty place where his fingers once were. I felt the cold trickle of lubricant as he attempted to make his adventure more comfortable for me. I could feel him start to pump in and out of my ass, going deeper and deeper each time. 

Finally, he was pressing his hips against my butt, his cock buried deep inside of my ass. He waited a few moments, giving me time to adjust. I could feel his pulse vibrating through his cock and into my ass. 

He reached up to my head and pushed my head down into the pillow so my arms fell at my side and my body was in an almost a perfect triangle with my ass open and available to him. 

"Play with yourself," he instructed.

I dipped my finger into my wet pussy feeling for that thin piece of flesh between my soft pussy and my now filled ass. I could feel his cock buried inside me. He started to pump himself in and out of my ass, slow at first, and then he began picking up the speed and the intensity. I encircled my clit and focused my attention on relaxing my ass so I was completely available for him to fuck. 

The feeling of his balls slapping against my smooth pussy lips, my finger on my clit and his cock in my ass was more than I could handle; I came almost violently. My orgasm crashed into my soul, losing all site of my physical location. I was lost in the memorizing feeling of being so full; his intensity matching mine as he pushed us into the mattress. We were a sandwich of skin, sweat and the post-orgasmic glow. My body pressed into the mattress, his on top of mine and the cool air of my hotel room completing the picture. 

"I'll be back for more another night, remember, your ass is mine now." He peeled himself off of me and slipped out of my ass.

With that, he turned the lights off and the last vision I had before I drifted off to sleep was of the shadow of him fading on the wall of my hotel room as the door shut and all light was lost. I chuckled to myself, thinking "my game, and my control." 



The Game



"I feel really silly... can't we just go home? We don't have to play," she fidgeted nervously in her seat and tried to pull the tiny, pleated skirt down a little more.

"We've discussed this already," he said, pointing to the book that lay in between them, "We're studying history today so start reading!" 

She looked around the massive library and saw no one near. She took a deep breath and began reading the passage that he was pointing to. His hand came up and took hold of one of her braided pigtails. He brushed the end against his nose and growled softly, leaning in close to her ear, "Your smell so good, baby." He was goading her, trying to get her break the rules and she knew it. She made him grin when she leaned towards the book more and continued to read. 

"Good girl," he whispered into her ear. He closed his teeth on her lobe and tugged gently, dropping his hand to her knee and squeezing slightly. She shivered a little but continued to read. His hand slowly began sliding up her thigh slowly, and she looked over at him. 

"You know the rules. Keep reading until I tell you it's okay to pay attention," he grinned teasingly, "Now read and don't stop."

She sighed a little and turned back to the book, wishing that the subject was more interesting at least. His hand slithered up a bit more, his fingers massaging. She blinked once but never stopped. His hand slid between her legs and he growled again. "Good, no panties, this will be much easier, spread your legs," he licked her earlobe gently.

Her legs spread and her reading continued. His fingertips brushed against her lips and she jumped a bit. He reminded her of the rules again and slowly slid two fingers inside of suddenly sopping cunt. His thumb bumped her clit as he slowly began thrusting his fingers inside of her. Her breathing becoming slightly more erratic with each thrust. 

He leaned in and nibbled on her neck, his free hand dropping to his lap to rub his rock hard cock through his pants. "You've been good, you may react now."

Her hips arched a little and she gasped, her eyes closing tight. "Oh god," She mumbled softly.

"Yes," he grinned, "yes I am."

She bit her lip to keep from moaning when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of her tight cunt. He put his fingers to her lips and she eagerly sucked them clean. "I want your sexy lips around my cock" he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his throbbing cock out of them, gently pushing her down to the floor as he slid back slightly.

She licked her lips and her fingertips over the underside of his cock. The tip of her tongue touched the head of his cock gently, flicking over it before sucking it into her mouth. Her mouth opened wider, dragging her tongue stud over his cock. She looked up at him and made eye contact as she slurped a bit, her fingertips gently stroking his balls. She slowly started bobbing her head, taking his cock deeper into her mouth each time. He arched his hips and she gagged slightly as he thrust his cock deep into her throat.

He moaned again and pushed her off. He grabbed her under her armpits and pulled her up, making her straddle his lap and pulling her down. His cock slid deep inside of her dripping cunt. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning. His hands grabbing her hips and setting the pace. She rode him fast and hard, her cunt squeezing around his cock. He bit her neck and she shuddered, her body stiffened and her eyes closed tightly as an orgasm hit her hard. He continued to fuck her, pulling her down on his cock. He pounded into her, shaking her body with each of his thrusts. He kissed her hard to and thrust into her one last time. He shot his hot sticky load deep inside of her and slumped down in his chair. 

She moaned softly and slid off of his lap and back into her chair. She pulled her chair close to his and arranged her skirt to cover herself. He slipped his cock back in his pants and she snuggled against his side. He turned his face to kiss her when they heard someone clear their throat behind them. 

She turned and saw a stern looking librarian standing beside them. "You do know that this is a public library? There are children about."

"Yes ma'am," she said, blushing a little, "We're sorry."

They laughed quietly as the stuffy old lady walked away.



The Game



She sits on a stool, at the bar, alone. She smiles slightly at her husband's reflection in the mirror over the bar. He looks back at her and winks.

He turns to watch as four men in business suits enter the quiet lounge, and sit at a table close to the bar. He sees that they notice her immediately. Why not? She looks stunning tonight. Her long brown hair shimmers as she flips it down her back. Her tanned legs seemed to go on forever, from the hem of her short black mini to the tips of her toes, in strapless high-heeled sandals. The clingy silk top wraps around her breasts suggestively and is tied at the side. It curves in at her slim waist and accents her gorgeous hips. He sees her smile widen slightly as she picks up her wine glass and sips the last of the ruby red wine… the game was about to begin. His breath quickens noticeably. 

She winks at the bartender, who grins back at her…. He has watched them play this game many times… indeed, has helped them do it. "Another Miss?" he asks just loudly enough for the four at the nearby table to hear.

"Put that one on our tab, Bartender, and bring us a round of Scotch", the oldest at the table says. "Miss?" he questions her "is that alright with you?" She turns slightly on her stool towards the four, just enough to give a perfect profile of her breast… "Why yes, thank you very much, she answers, nodding towards them. 

"As a matter of fact, if you'd like, why don't you join us? Are you in town on business?" "Yes" she answers; I am staying here in the hotel. It gets very boring in the evenings doesn't it"? She slips down from the stool, her skirt rising up slightly, knowing that if they were just quick enough, they would catch a quick glimpse of her shaven pussy.

She sits down at the table, and offers her hand; "I'm Jean" she smiles. 

"Yes it can be boring, we are here at a Engineering Convention", the first man, a handsome man with silver hair replies, smiling back at her. "We arrived yesterday, but have this evening free from activities". She places her hand on his lower thigh, and says "Thank you so much for inviting me to join you". 

He knows she is enjoying herself, teasing them very subtlety with a quick rub on one's arm with her breast, a touch too high on the thigh for another. He sees the four are getting very animated, competing with each other for her attention. He feels himself harden, as she becomes a little more obvious with her touching of arms & thighs. He manages to catch several very brief glimpses of her pussy as she crosses, uncrosses and then re-crosses her legs and wonders if any of the four have noticed also. It would soon be time for the show he figures.  

"Gentlemen…" the bartender approaches "I wonder if I could get your group to move into our private room. We have a function in here tomorrow, and I need to get this room set up. Its small, but very nice back there and I am sure you will have the room all to yourselves for the balance of the evening". The bartender led the way to a set of doors towards the back of the bar. The small group follows, still laughing and conversing. The bartender sets a fresh round of drinks down… "If you don't mind, I will close the door so I don't disturb you with my work". 

He watches from his hiding place, in the small coat check that was in the darkened corner of the room. "Go for it, Jeannie", he thinks. 

She pretends to be slightly tipsier than she is. Tripping slightly and falling forwards, one lovely breast falls free from the flimsy material that restrains it…. She giggles as she coyly tucks it back in…I'm sorry she laughs. How clumsy of me. "No, no… its fine" answers one of the men… "Do you need some help?" "I am getting a little silly aren't I? But I am having a lot more fun than being alone in my room. She bends over to pick up the shoe that had fallen off during her little 'trip", giving all four a full view of her glistening cunt. 

He sees their cocks hardening beneath the material of their suit pants.

She stands and faces them… "Drinking makes me very horny, does it make you guys feel that way?" She pulls the tie holding her blouse and slowly allows it to slip from her shoulders. 

He watches them ogling his wife's beautiful breasts, full with large nipples, already stiffly erect. He takes his stiff cock and strokes it, knowing how much she was enjoying this.

"I feel like playing… do any of you want to join me? 

He could see them looking at her, as the realization came to them, that this was going to be a very special evening. 

She reaches down and unzips her tight skirt and eases it down over her hips… revealing just how perfect her figure is. Her cunt lips, waxed and smooth are swollen and puffy. She reaches down and separates them, watching them watch her. She rubs her clit, her hips gyrating as she pleasures herself. 

To his delight he watches the men as they move towards her, one already with his cock out, rubbing it, another reaching for her breast. She twirls away from them laughing and walks to the end of a large banquet table covered by a crisp white linen tablecloth. 

She lies back on the end table and spreads her legs invitingly. Do you want it one at a time? Two? … Or all of you at once?" she asks teasingly.

The men move as if one towards her. One puts his hand on her mound rotating its base over her clitoris…. "Does this feel good honey?" he asks.

 He watches the men frantically discarding their clothes their cocks waving in the air in front of them hard and stiff with excitement. His cock is also throbbing, pre-cum dripping from its tip. His baby would be so wet for him tonight! He could hardly contain himself.

One sat beside her and pulled her up, twisting her body as he did, so that she ended up facing him, with one knee on either side of his hips. In almost a single motion he lifts her up and lowers her onto his rather large, very engorged, cock. He laid back pulling her forward so that her ass is hovering very suggestively over the edge of the table. She moves her body up and down onto his cock…each time displaying, then hiding an alluring target. 

A second man approaches, putting one hand around her hip using the other to rub his cock into her juices, which already are dripping from her cunt. Then using both hands he spread her ass cheeks wide and slowly inserts his cock home. Adjusting his motion to the writhing couple below him, he moans as his cock is surrounded and then released and surrounded again by her tight rectum.

The third man takes his position to her right side, pressing his cock to her lips. Her tongue circles its tip once or twice, and then she opens them and swallows it from sight. 

The final man watches, still neatly dressed in his suit coat, shirt and tie, but with his trousers down around his ankles. He licks his lips, and holds onto his cock as if for dear life. "That's it boys… get her nice and juicy for me, warm her up!" he croaked hoarsely, his voice thick with lust.

 "And then you will make her even juicer for me" he thought to himself, almost spilling his load with the thought of how full of cum his beautiful Jeannie would be in just a few short minutes. 

The fourth man finally approaches the table kicking the suit pants to the side, his hands reach for her dangling breasts, which are swaying back and forth… her nipples long and very hard. He runs his hand down from her breasts and over her stomach until he reaches her clit. He rubs it gently at first, then harder… finally pulling at it almost roughly. She starts to cum…. her body jerking and writhing. The man beneath her, still pumping her cunt, is unable to contain himself any longer. He moans loudly and shoots his cum grinding her cunt lips against his pelvis." 

 He watches, stroking his own cock… Jeannie you're awesome he thinks. He watches as the one in her ass withdraws for a moment and rolls her off the man beneath her onto her back. 

She positions her legs around his neck as he continues to ass-fuck her. Juices from her cunt run down lubricating his cock. He groans loudly, and finally spills his offering into her butt.

The third man, who was interrupted in his blowjob, steps back toward the table. The fourth situates himself between her legs… spreading them wide apart…. "I love young wet cunt," he moans… "I love seeing cum ooze from it. He pulls her ass off the table and buries his cock deep inside her. Finish sucking off my friend," he commands. The third obligingly climbs onto the table and kneels on either side of her breasts… he pulls her head up to his cock and thrusts it into her awaiting mouth. His ass rocks on her breasts as he pulls and pushes his cock between her lips. The spent two watch avidly… stroking their cocks, which quickly harden again…. They stand on either side of the table, jerking off above her face.

 "What a dream", he thinks… they are going to come on her face while he comes in her mouth and the other comes in her cunt… "Ohhhhhhh!" 

The third starts moaning speeding up his stroke… his cock pounding in an out of her mouth. He finally shoots his load into her mouth, over her face, and onto her hair. He seemingly is unable to stop. The other two add their cum to the tableau, making her face resemble frothy white whipping cream. As the third rolls off of her, and groans with pleasure, he leaves the final man still with his cock in her pussy. The sight of all the cum on her face and hair is just too much for him…. His body tightens as he pounds into her. "I cummmming!" he shouts. 

 She lies on the table, twitching, still moaning… he approaches her… "Oh baby, that was so hot!" He looks at her, cum is everywhere, in her hair, dripping from her face and chin. Her cunt glistens with it, dripping down between her legs to her ass. He climbs onto her, and enters. His cock slips and slides into her. This is the wettest she has ever been. He can hear the sound of it as he slides in an out. Sucking, squishy sounds. He licks cum from her face and chin and then moves his head down to clean her breasts. So much cum, so wet. He can feel his cock tightening… then finally releasing, the cum pours into her cunt. He adds his mix to the pot.  

She smiles at him as he lies beside her, the door opens and the bartender enters the room. His hands run appreciatively over her body, knowing his time is coming soon.

"That was so hot!! He laughs. We watched it all on the video monitor and we had quite the crowd too. I think you could have about a dozen more if you want them," he smiles at Jeannie. "Oh, but back to business for the moment, I think we'll have a pretty good payday tonight, those four are waiting in my office, wanting to negotiate for the evidence!"

The End 



The Game



Everyone was filled with excitement. The game was one of the last of the season. An important game to determine which team headed toward the Super Bowl. It was a game no one wanted to miss.

The living area was filled. Friends had come over, bringing food and beer. She didn't drink, but everyone else did and that was ok. She noticed that her boyfriend wasn't drinking either, another reason she knew she was with him.

It was the end of the second quarter. She saw her break, announcing that she was heading upstairs to restock food and drinks. Everyone waved at her and she realized she would not be missed.

She went for the door and felt herself pressed against it. She squirmed around in the strong grasp of her boyfriend. Facing him she pushed her body back against his, reaching her arms around his neck. He pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. His tongue circled hers. His hands held her head pressing her mouth to his mouth as if he needed her kiss to exist.

They broke and he whispered in her ear about wanting to tackle her. She whispered back how she wanted him to show her his punt. 

They looked into each other's eyes. Their heat was undeniable.

Opening the door, he guided her up the stairs, backwards. Closing the door behind him, he laid her down on the stairs, climbing on top of her, hugging her tight, never breaking the kiss he began when he had opened the door.

They lay there, kissing and groping at each other. His tongue entered her mouth deeply. He traced his tongue around hers, then around her lips. She grabbed at it with her teeth, teasingly. Her hands ran up and down his back. She slipped them under his shirt, feeling his hot skin. She loved the feel of his skin. Her paleness against his darkness. Her cool against his hot. It always made her passion ignite.

He lifted her off the stairs and they continued up. He wouldn't let her go. His mouth was sealed to hers. She felt his manhood pressed against her. She wanted him badly.

In the kitchen, she broke the kiss and stared at him, tauntingly. She turned to get some soda, bending down.

He made his move, coming in from behind he grabbed her by the hips and pushed at her. Pulling her body in to meet his, she straightened up and he reached around, massaging her breasts.

He turned her around to face him. He enjoyed watching her face, looking into her eyes. She was licking her lips. Her breathing was becoming deeper. 

He began to unbutton her jeans. Sliding his hands inside, he immediately went to feel her wetness. He massaged her, feeling her hairs tickling his hand and her moisture saturating her panties.

He slid her jeans and panties down to her knees, while pushing her back toward the counter. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge, kneeling in front of her

Her smell hit him: sweet, innocent. He dove in without warning and heard her gasp. His tongue found her wetness and swirled around, lapping at her lovingly. He knew what she liked and he felt her respond with each flick of her tongue. He circled her favorite spots and when he thought she was nearing climax, he inserted two fingers, finding her other spot. 

She went over the edge and with a mild moan, clamped her hand over her mouth as he felt her entire body pulsated to climax. She was breathing hard. Her eyes were clouded over with passion.

He slid her off the counter and stood her in front of him. He moved her hand from her mouth and kissed her. She tasted her own juices on him. She liked the taste. 

Leaning against the counter, he undid his pants. She could see his hardness. She could almost feel the heat.

He guided her down to her knees in front of him. She reached for him with her hands, massaging. She guided her mouth to him, using her tongue and lips to massage and moisten him. She swallowed him as much as she could. He was massive and throbbing. 

Moving her head up and down, she used her hands in combination. She heard him moan.

Suddenly, he picked her up off her knees. He kissed her, bringing her head to his mouth with a rough urgency.

He turned her around, bending her over. He felt for her wetness and entered her. She moaned. He moaned. He pumped into her with a steady rhythm. She met each thrust.

He slid her shirt up her back, massaging her body as he filled her with a passion she needed and wanted.

It was over too soon. She felt him withdraw and felt the hot liquid running down her back. 

She wanted more. She needed more.

He didn't want to let her go.

They put themselves together and gathered the sodas.

Back downstairs, everyone was waiting for the third quarter to begin. They grabbed at the sodas and chips eagerly.

He sat on the couch, bringing her down next to him. Looking into each other's eyes, they knew this was just the beginning of their passion. 

He kissed her deeply. She held him. 

She wondered if all halftimes would be this exciting.



The Game



First of all I would like to thank everyone for the emails and comments I have received since I began posting here. I do try and respond to all, however I have fallen a little behind but hope to catch up soon. As far as posting more pictures, I really don't plan on posting any others. I was reluctant to even post my picture but my friend Jenna convinced me to do so. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys the story of a little game we played. 

It was a sunny fall afternoon and pretty mild temperature wise. I had gotten a call from Ed asking if I was up for some fun. I of course said yes and waited for him to tell me how to dress. He told me to put on the smallest thong bikini I had then to wear a short skirt and button down blouse. He told me to pack a small bag with three or four changes of clothes. He said to be sure and pack a very thin button down dress, a few easy to remove tops and short skirts. He also said to bring a set of old clothes. I finished packing, put on a short skirt that has buttons all the way down the side and a short button down blouse, completing the outfit with sandals with 4" heels. 

As soon as Ed arrived we got settled in his car, he lowered the top and off we went. I wanted to know where we were going but he wouldn't tell me. So I sat back and waited to see how and where I would end up naked or nearly naked. Soon we were at a small shopping area and Ed parked as close as possible to the stores. Ed said he needed to drop a few things off at the one hour cleaners and then told me that I should bring his clothes in while he waited in the car. 

He reached in the backseat and grabbed a bag and handed it to me. Just as I got out of the car Ed said that when I brought his clothes in I should also give them my blouse and skirt. This of course would leave me in my very tiny thong bikini.

I walked the short distance to the cleaners and was thankful to see that there was no one there but an older man behind the counter. I walked in, gave him the bag and told him that I wanted one hour cleaning but I wasn't sure what time I would be back. He said they were open until 6 pm and assured me that it was no problem. I told him I had a couple of more things and watched his eyes open wide as I began unbuttoning my blouse. 

I took it off and placed it on the counter and then began unbuttoning my skirt from the hem up. Once I undid the last button and put the skirt with the blouse I saw the big grin on the man's face. I told him I would be back before 6 and headed out to the car. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the car. 

While I was inside it seems Ed moved the car much further from the store but it was still easy to spot him, thank goodness. I got looks from the few people I encountered on my walk back to the car. After all you don't normally see a female wearing a tiny thong bikini in the fall at a shopping area. Once in the car Ed put the heat on enough to keep me warm. 

I thought Ed would have me put on another outfit but he said what I was wearing was just fine for now. We had been driving for a short time when we pulled into a small convenience store parking lot. I was told that I needed to go in and get us something to drink but before I went inside Ed said he wanted to play a little game.

He had me open the glove box and take out a deck of cards. He said that I could shuffle them if I liked before we started the game. I did my best to shuffle them and then waited to see what was next. Ed said we would each draw a card, if I won I would go inside dressed as I was and get the drinks. If I lost I would have to take off my top before going in. I drew first and got a 9 which wasn't that bad. Then Ed drew and got a jack which meant my top had to come off. 

I removed my top and started to get out of the car when Ed asked if I wanted another chance. Being the gambler that I am ( I love Vegas) I agreed. He said if I won I could put my top back on but if I lost I had to go in with just my thong bottoms on, walk back to the cooler get the drinks then remove my bottoms before going to the counter. 

I selected my card and this time got a three, so I knew I would lose. Sure enough Ed drew a seven and told me to get going. As I got near the entrance I saw that it was a younger guy working the counter. He looked stunned as I walked in and asked where to find the drinks. He stammered and pointed towards the back, I walked past him and could feel his eyes on me. I got to the back of the store and removed my bottoms, got the drinks and headed back towards the counter. 

The look on his face was priceless when he saw my now totally shaved mound. It was then that I realized I had no money on me to pay for the drinks. I started to tell him I left the money outside but he didn't care about money at this point. He just stared at my mound and said don't worry about it. I thanked him and headed back out to the car. I noticed a car pulling in so I hurried out and into Ed's car.

Well now I was out in Ed's convertible with the top down and still holding my thong in my hand. I went to put it on but Ed said to just stay naked for now. We drove for awhile and I know that some drivers in the higher mini vans and Suv's got a good look at me. My stomach told me it was time for food and I asked Ed if we could get something to eat. He smiled and said that of course we could . 

I hoped only half heartedly that I would be able to cover up some before stopping somewhere to eat. I have of course been in a few bar/ restaurant places naked and I know I would most likely do it again. The thrill far surpasses the initial fear of being naked in a public place.

Ed told me to go ahead and put on the dress that I had brought with me. I got the dress from my bag and put it on. It is made of a very thin material and has buttons all the way down the front. The very top button is just above my breasts so it shows a little cleavage if buttoned all the way and the hem is a few inches above my knees. 

I left the very top button and the bottom three buttons open. Soon we pulled into a small parking lot of a small bar. As we walked up to the door I noticed my nipples were very noticeable through the thin material of my dress. As we walked in I saw that there was a fair amount of people at the bar and a few occupied tables past the bar area. We walked past the bar and found an empty table . Ed had me sit on the side facing the bar and he sat to my right. 

The waitress, a young 20 something girl came and took our drink order while we made decisions on the food. We got our drinks and ordered our food. Soon after Ed pulled the deck of cards out and said we were going to resume our game from earlier. We were once again each going to draw a card and I would have to undo another button. 

If I won I did not have to undo a button, but I also couldn't button one that had been opened. The game was to see if I could remain dressed during the time it would take to get our food, eat, pay and leave the bar. I lost the first two draws and chose to undo the two lowest buttons on my dress. This left my dress open to the middle of my thigh. I finally won a few hands but then I began losing once again. 

Just before the food arrived I had undone a couple of more buttons and now there were only two buttons left buttoned below my waist. My dress was open enough on one leg to show a good part of my upper thigh. I guess Ed saw the food coming because he told me to push my seat back some from the table which would give the waitress a good view of my bared thigh. 

She brought the food, gave a shy smile and went to get us another round of drinks. Once again we drew cards and I lost, this time choosing to undo a top button which caused more cleavage to pop into view. I am not sure if the waitress noticed when she returned with our drinks, she gave me another shy smile just before she turned to walk away. The game slowed a bit as we ate, but before long I had to undo some more buttons. 

At this point the dress was barely covering my nipples and the lowest button still closed on my dress was the one at my waist. If I back away from the table now the waitress would certainly see I was not wearing anything under the dress. Soon the waitress was back and saw that I was falling out of my dress. As she went to get the check I lost another draw and now my tits were totally out in the open and I could see people at the bar pointing me out to those next to them. 

The button at my waist was the only one holding my dress closed. I told Ed I needed to go to the ladies room and he said that I could go after one more draw of the cards. If I won I could button any two buttons I chose, but if I lost I had to undo the last button and would have to walk to and from the ladies room with my dress totally open. I was not allowed to hold the dress at all on my trip there and back. 

I have to admit I was hoping in a way that I would lose the draw. I knew that I had the attention of many of the people around us. I lost the last draw and undid the last button holding onto the sides of the dress as I took a breath and then released the fabric and felt the dress fall away to the sides completely exposing me to everyone sitting at the bar. I got up and as I walked to the ladies room the dress flowed behind me leaving me totally exposed to everyone I passed. 

I was feeling so exhilarated by the time I got to the ladies room that I started thinking about surprising Ed for a change. If I hadn't been so turned on I wouldn't have done it. I gave it a little more thought while stalling in hopes that Ed would have the check paid by the time I retuned to the table. Just before I went to go back to the table I took the dress off, folded it over my arm, took another deep breath and started to walk back to the table. 

I saw the big grin on Ed's face as he saw me walking toward him. It seemed like everyone including the waitress was enjoying the sight of me walking naked through the bar. As I reached the table Ed got up and we walked a little faster than normal past the bar and out the door. 

The cool air on my body made my nipples pop out even more then they already were. When we reached the car I went to put the dress on but Ed took it from me. He opened the trunk and put the dress in it. I couldn't wait to see where we were going next.

I was not sure where we were heading next or what was going to happen. I was just enjoying the feeling of once again being naked in Ed's convertible driving down the road. I noticed that it was getting to be near 6 pm and that we were supposed to go pick up what we had left at the cleaners. 

I wondered what Ed would have me wear inside to pick up the clothes. My bikini was in the trunk with my sundress.. The only clothes I had left were the top and skirt which I brought with me which I knew at some point would either be destroyed to throw away. I also had the skirt and blouse I had left at the cleaners.

Soon we were back at the strip mall where the cleaners was located. There were a few cars scattered around the parking lot, most of which were at the opposite end of the row of stores from the cleaners. When we pulled in Ed went down and parked about as far away from the cleaners as possible but he made sure we there were only a few cars between us and the cleaners. 

I assumed that I would be putting on the last outfit I had in the car but I was wrong. Ed told me that I had to walk from where we were parked to the cleaners just as I was, which of course was totally naked. He said that when the man behind the counter got our clothes that I could put on the skirt and blouse but that I could not button the blouse and could only button the top button of the skirt to keep it on my hips. 

I half heartedly tried to get him to allow me to put on the skirt that was in the car and let me just go in topless but of course I was told that the situation could be made worse for me if I stalled too long. So I made sure there was no one in sight and off I went moving as fast as I could across the parking lot trying to use the few empty cars parked along the way as a safe area. 

I had just passed one empty car when I saw a car coming in my direction but still a good distance away. I hurried to the next empty car and stayed hidden by it as the other car came very close and then parked only a few spaces away from me. The person got out of the car and walked up and into the cleaners. Now I had to wait for them to return and leave before I could go inside and get the clothes. 

It was getting a little cooler out and I started getting goose bumps all over my body and my nipples were once again very erect and hard. I also realized that it was just short of 6 pm and I knew I had to get inside very soon or pay whatever the consequences would be for not getting the clothes from the cleaners.

Finally the person was out of the cleaners and back in their car. It took them a minute or so to finally start moving , then I made my move and headed toward the cleaners. When I got there I found a locked door. It had taken me so long to get there that 6 pm must have come and gone. Now all I could do was make a dash back to Ed's car and put on the clothes I had brought which would probably end up missing or destroyed. I only had to avoid a couple of cars on my way back to the car. 

Ed as usual was parked in the same area but had moved father away and closer to the busy road that the stores were on. I know that I was certainly seen by more than a few cars as I made my way back to Ed by the honking horns I heard. I could see the smirk on Ed's face and I knew that he was very pleased with the delays that caused me to miss the chance to get my clothes from the cleaners.

I didn't know what was next but I knew that I would be wearing the clothes that I was willing to see destroyed. I wanted to get dressed but Ed turned the heat up a little for me so I sat back wondering what was to follow.

We had been driving for awhile and even with the heat on I was beginning to feel chilled. I asked Ed if we could stop and put the top up but he said that I could go ahead and put on the last outfit I had in the car. It was a mini skirt that was a bit too small and just barely covered my crotch. The top was also a little small and ended a little below my breasts. 

I got dressed and felt a little warmer. Soon we were near an adult movie theatre that never seemed to do much business but somehow it still remained open. There were a few stores scattered around also which included a pizza place and a few other shops. 

We found a parking spot about a block from the theatre and soon we were making our way down the sidewalk. We passed the pizza place and saw that there was one guy sitting at a table facing the window. He seemed to be surprised to see me walk by wearing a very small skirt and top in the rather cool evening air. I also had on a pair of cheap sandals. 

I saw that there were two men behind the counter but they were not facing the window when we passed. We entered the lobby of the theatre and as Ed paid for us I could see I was getting the attention of the guy taking the money as well as the guy near the entrance to the theatre itself. 

There were maybe 20 people which looked to be all men inside seated here and there. We chose some seats in the center section about midway between the screen and the door we entered through. I sat down and Ed sat to my left . There was one guy in the same row as us sitting to my right but across the aisle which was quite a few seats away. As we watched the movie I could see the guy to my right stealing glances every chance he got. 

I guess you don't see many females in a theatre like this. Ed also of course was aware that the guy was there and soon he thought it was time to have some fun. He told me to unbutton my blouse and then just leave it alone. As soon as the buttons were undone it fell away to the sides totally exposing my tits to anyone that looked my way. 

I saw the guy glance my way and then his head snapped back to the left when he realized my tits were out in the open. A short time later Ed had me remove my blouse completely and he put it on the seat next to him. Now the guy couldn't care less about the movie he spent all of his time trying to see me as best he could in the dim light. 

The movie was about half over when Ed said for me to take off my skirt and hand it to him. I could see the guy straining to see me as he saw that I was taking my skirt off. Now I was left in nothing but my sandals. Ed leaned over and told me he was going to the restroom and would be back quickly. I was a bit apprehensive about this because he had once left me naked in a theatre and went out to the car. 

He assured me that he would not leave me in that situation and off he went. I was nervous with the guy looking at me sitting alone and naked, so I thought I would cover up a bit until Ed got back. I reached over to the seat where Ed had left my clothes and they were gone. Now panic started to set in along with the exciting thought of me being naked again with nothing to put on. 

It was just a minute or so later that Ed was back and sitting next to me. I told him how I was both scared and excited when I thought he had left me and he smiled. After I calmed down I started thinking about my clothes and asked him where they were. He said that there had been a little mishap in the bathroom and my clothes were gone. This now meant that I was going to have to walk out of here naked and then walk the block past the pizza place to the car. 

I told Ed I wasn't sure about walking back to the car in just my sandals and he said I wouldn't have to. I told him that I was not going to fall for him going to get the car and coming back for me. Been there done that before. We didn't wait for the movie to end we got up and began our walk up the aisle and out to the lobby. I heard some guy say very loudly " Shit she's naked" and then all of the attention was on me. 

Out in the lobby I got approving looks from the guys as we walked past them. We were told to come back again soon. Just before we were going to get outside I mentioned to Ed that he said I would not have to walk to the car in just my sandals and he said that this was true. He told me to take them off and leave them there. 

Now I was going to walk a block in pretty chilly air with nothing on at all. We got out side and the chilly night air hit me. My nipples popped out and I got goose bumps all over me. The sidewalk was pretty much deserted and so it would not be that bad if we hurried to the car. As we got to the pizza place Ed grabbed my arm and guided me inside. 

Needless to say I got quite a reaction from the guys working there as well as a younger guy and girl sitting at a table. I was so turned on once I saw that my lack of clothes was not going to cause a problem. We each had a slice of Pizza and a drink all the while I was being watched by the young couple. 

I finally decided to break the ice and said hello to them as they looked at me. They both quickly looked away and then the girl finally said hello. We had a little conversation about my lack of clothes. She asked if I got cold and I said of course but that it just adds to the thrill of it for me. Soon they got up and left and we did the same shortly after. I got cold again soon after going outside but before long we made it to the car. 

Ed took his time letting me in but he did have the heat on high which was good because he had once again put the top down. We decided to call it a night and went back to my house. Ed parked a little down the block from my house so that I would have to walk naked down my street.I am not sure if any of my neighbors saw me or not. 

Once inside Ed asked if I had enjoyed this latest adventure. I didn't say a word,I just walked over to him, reached down and undid his pants, got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. Once he finished he said he should get going and would see me again soon. 




The Game



I went in and took a good hot shower then settled naked on the couch to replay the events of the day as I made good use of my little pocket rocket. It didn't take long before I came, soaking myself in my own juices. I decided to take a nice warm bubble bath as I began thinking of what the next adventure would be. 

Nikki



The Game



Judging from all the cars in the parking lot, it looked as though the Lone Star Bar was really hopping tonight. Pulling into what looked like the only parking spot left; Karen put the big black car into park and unbuckled her seatbelt. Opening the door, one lovely black stockinged leg with a shiny black high heel touched the black tarmac; her skirt rose up to show plenty of beautiful thigh, had anyone been close enough to see her. Her other leg followed suit and soon she was standing by the car door smoothing her skirt down. Locking the car, she gracefully walked towards the front door of the bar. 

Opening the heavy wooden door, Karen smelled the smoke as she walked into the room. The din of people deep in conversation and good old country music hit her in the face just as the air conditioning blasted cool air over her body. It was a sharp difference from the heat outside and she needed to adjust to both. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see that the room was filled with men and a few women. Many of whom looked up to see who had entered. She noticed that the men looked at her with admiration and lust showing clearly on their faces, but the women's gazes were quite different. Strolling past the tables, Karen went up to the bar. Climbing onto a stool she tugged at her skirt but not before many of the patrons got a very nice glimpse of thigh. Karen crossed her legs at the knee and laid her purse down on the bar. Before she was even settled the bartender was there asking, "What's your pleasure?" Karen's seductive smile told him that the white wine she ordered was not really her pleasure but it would do for now.

Sipping her wine, Karen glanced around the room taking a closer look at the other patrons. She saw five men dressed in baseball uniforms sitting not far from her at a table filled with bottles of beer, some empty and some in the process of being emptied. Every one of them looked up at her, admiring the sexy thigh she could not seem to cover with her short skirt. She smiled more to herself than them because they were not even looking at her face. 

At another table, there was a young couple talking quietly together. The young man pretended to be engrossed in the conversation with his lady friend but Karen smiled when she saw his eyes lift to peek at her. The young lady he was with was not unaware of his furtive glances so she too turned to look over at Karen but she didn't smile at her. In fact her frown spoke volumes.

Karen's eyes roamed the bar and saw that there were two men in business suits talking away together; probably about some project or another. She couldn't help but notice that the one man who had had his back to her turned so he could peek at her now and again and still hold down his end of the conversation.

Finally, her eyes rested on the man sitting next to her. He was wearing tight jeans and a tee shirt that was tight enough to show his off his pecs. His arms were muscled and when he picked up his beer to take a drink they bulked up nicely. He was very handsome and obviously alone, since no one was on his other side. Karen looked away not wanting to be too obvious in her scrutiny. He turned to her and shyly said hello in a way that made her think of the stereotypical cowboy. Trying not to let her own interest show too much, Karen answered with a simple "Hello." 

Sipping his beer, the cowboy didn't say anything else. He turned on his stool to gaze at the people in the room and he didn't miss the admiring gazes that were sent her way. Finishing his beer, he lifted a finger at the attentive bartender who came right over. Noticing that Karen's wine was almost gone, he lifted his empty bottle and said, "And another wine for the lady."

Looking up to say thank you, Karen found her eyes looking into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes and the nicest smile. She flashed him a dazzling smile of her own and thanked him for the wine. 

"You're very welcome, Ma'am. By the way, my name is Mark."

Karen took his outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Mark. I'm Karen."

Mark's hand engulfed her small one as he firmly but gently shook it. Their drinks arrived and he asked her if she would like to take them over to a booth. 

"Love to, Mark."

Mark picked up both his beer and her wine and led the way over to the only empty booth in the room. As he placed the drinks down on the table, his eyes scanned the room and noticed the many admiring looks were directed their way.

Sitting down, Mark looked at Karen and very bluntly said, "You are a very beautiful woman and I want you." 

Karen had picked up her wine was taking a sip but started to choke as his words sunk in. Coughing, she looked seriously at him and said, "Excuse me?" 

Mark grinned and just as frankly as before said, "You heard me. Tonight I am going to take you out and fuck you as you have never been fucked before." 

Nonchalantly, Mark picked up his beer as if he hadn't just said anything so outrageous and sipped it. He watched Karen's face turn a lovely shade of pink and he grinned. Shocked Karen picked up her wine with a shaking hand and sipped, not quite sure what to say or do. 

Mark was enjoying himself immensely so he continued, "Tell me you want me to fuck you Karen. Tell me what I already know, that you can't wait for me to slide my hard cock deep inside you." 

Karen's voice betrayed her and she barely croaked out a whisper. "Mark, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock deep inside me." 

Abruptly, Mark stood up, tossing some bills on the table and reached out for Karen's hand. Looking up into his eyes, she saw the passion in them. She knew that hers must look the same to him. She took his hand, slid from the booth letting her skirt slide up. She knew she was giving Mark a clear view of the lacy tops of her stockings but she wanted to tease him in return. He would be hard as a rock now!

Mark let Karen walk ahead of him but he was right behind her admiring her lovely ass in her skirt. Catching up to her in just two long strides, he got to the heavy wooden door first and opened it for her and they both stepped out into the heat and setting sun. 

Mark asked her where her car was and Karen answered, "Just over here." 

When they reached the car, Mark moved in close to Karen, letting the car be their shield. No one else was in the parking lot so it didn't really matter anyway. He leaned down to kiss Karen on her lips. Startled but pleasantly so, she kissed him back; softly at first but then harder slipping her tongue into his mouth and tasting him. He tasted of beer and she liked it. While he was still kissing her, she felt his hands touch her thighs as they slid up beneath her skirt. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he swiftly pulled them down. Gasping from surprise, Karen pulled away. Shocked at her own behaviour she watched as Mark kneeled down to help her step out of her panties. He took the little satin panties and crumpled them in his big hand while looking into her eyes and smiling. Raising them to his nose, he inhaled deeply. When he had his fill of her lovely scent, he pulled the panties away and told her to touch his cock to see how hard he was for her. Timidly, Karen's hand reached out and caressed the hard outline of his cock. It was warm and the bugle pleasingly large. Shivering in spite of the heat, she knew she was wet.

Mark took the key from Karen and unlocked the door, opening it, he said, "Get in." She did. 

He walked around the back of the car, opening the passenger side and climbed in. Looking at her he took another sniff of her pretty panties then he tossed them on the dash. With shaky fingers Karen to the keys from him and put it into the ignition and started the car.

He told her to get on the highway going east and he would tell her were to go from there. Once on their way, Mark reached over and caressed her breast while she drove. Her heart was pounding and she could hear the blood rushing through her veins. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse and he pulled the two sides open. He pinched her nipples through the soft fabric of her satin bra. She moaned and he smiled. Moving even closer to her, he slipped his hand into the soft warm cup of her bra to hold her breast in his hand. Feeling her nipple pucker even more against his palm, he pinched it again.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes," she whispered, "I am very wet." 

"Tell me Karen, do you want me to touch your cunt? Do you want me to look at you, feel you and touch you before I fuck it; until you spill come all over my hard cock?" 

"Yes, Mark. Please!" she moaned. 

"Open your legs, baby."

Just as abracadabra worked for Aladdin, his magic words worked for him. She opened her legs.

Mark held the sides of her skirt while her hands were on the wheel. "Lift" was all he said and she did. Since her panties were laying there on the dash, she sat driving with her bare ass on the seat.

Mark saw the lacy tops of her black stay up stockings; her high heeled feet; one on the gas pedal and the other to the side allowing her to be opened for him. Raising his eyes he saw the soft white flesh of her thighs and the tiny patch of black hair covering her sex. He lowered his head and much to her surprise he sucked in the humid air breathing deeply of her fragrance. 

"Your scent drives me nuts. I want to fuck you so much, Karen."

Karen knew that the liquid fire he was inflaming was staining the seat of her car. Mark layed down on his left elbow and used his right hand to tug at the little patch of hair to open her more for him. He could see the wetness on her lips and her swollen clit was peeking out from her folds. She was finding it so hard to drive and stay at a steady speed on the highway but somehow she managed.

Taking his middle finger, Mark shoved it deep inside her wet cunt. Karen jolted from the shock and swerved as she moaned out loud.

"Careful, honey. Stay focused" He teased. And right then, he slid his finger from her wet cunt and began to caress her engorged clit. With steady wet smooth circles he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh God, Mark, I am going to come!" 

"That's it baby. Let go. Come for me."

Karen's eyes closed but only for a second when she realized she was still driving. Without even looking, she pulled over to the side of the highway too aroused to even thank God that no one was there. Slamming the car into park, Karen allowed her head to fall back on the headrest. She was so close to coming, her tummy muscles tightened, her legs stretched out, her head rolled from side to side as air whooshed from her open lips. His finger did not stop. Once she opened her eyes and saw the look on his face as he finger fucked her to orgasm, she was done. As she came she pulled her sensitive clit from his fingers and he slid them deep inside her soaking wet cunt. She held her own hand over his, pushing his fingers in deeper as her hips ground down she poured her warm honey all over him.

As her orgasm subsided, her tense body slumped and she relaxed, Mark took his hand from between her legs. She rolled her head over to look at him while trying hard to catch her breath, she watched as Mark slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked her juices from them, one by one. What an erotic sight to end her orgasm.

Karen decided that he was not going to have all the fun so she sat up on her knees and reached over Mark to hit the seat release and he was abruptly sent backwards. With her blouse still opened and her breasts pushed up and out over the top of her bra, they dangled tantalizingly over his face and his mouth reached up to grab one tasty nipple between his lips, sucking it very hard. Moaning, she pulled her breast from his mouth to feed him the other one. He sucked it just as hard. Sitting up, Karen tugged her nipple from his mouth and reached down to caress the huge bulge in his jeans. This time it was Mark's moan they heard out loud. He knew he was going to like this. 

Placing both his hands behind his head, he watched Karen as she began to play. She unfastened his jeans and lowered his zipper. Tugging impatiently, she pulled at him to silently tell him to raise his hips so she could lower his tight jeans. He did and she tugged his underwear down with them. His cock stood up proud and wanting. Sitting back on her heels, Karen admired his beautifully circumcised shaft with the long purple vein pulsating along the length of him. His lightly haired pouch holding his balls and his come that needed to be released was resting on strong muscular thighs. Her hands quickly followed her gaze, caressing him softly in the now darkening evening. 

Holding his cock like a sucker in her hands, she lowered her mouth to capture it tightly between her moistened lips. She sucked just the tip, as though she were just testing to see what flavour it was. Deciding that it was her favourite, her mouth greedily sucked and took his entire shaft deep in her throat. Mark's moans of arousal mingled with her moans of pleasure and he raised his hips deepening his thrust into her warm wet mouth. Her soft hands groped to cup his balls and she tightened her grip gently; sucking him slowly rather than franticly because she knew it was more arousing.

Letting her tongue dance across the sensitive head, she played and tasted the precum that seeped out of the little slit. She stroked him slowly holding him tight as she sucked him. She let him go deep, allowing her throat to get used to the intrusion. She knew that when his cock hit the back of her throat he would love it. She almost gagged a few times but she soon relaxed. So slutty, so hot! 

His fingers tangled in her hair, gently pulling her head down his shaft holding her there while his hips rose to thrust hard. Not sure what came first, his loud groan or the first load of come as it shot down her throat. It didn't matter because he just shoots and yells again. He loosened his grip when he felt her gag so she could swallow. The night was so dark that Mark could barely see her throat as she swallowed again drinking the rest of his seed as he shot it into her waiting mouth. Karen released his still hard cock from her mouth and lapped gently around the shaft. 

Mark reached down to the handle, raising the seat upright so he could take her face in his hands to kiss her deeply. They looked deep into each others eyes but not only with a look of sated passion but of a deep and tender love. 

In a companionable and comfortable silence they both pulled themselves together. Once fully dressed, Mark opened the passenger door, slipped out around the car and climbed into the driver's seat just as Karen slid easily into the passenger seat. They both buckled up before Mark started the car. On the highway heading home Mark turned to Karen,

"I love you very much, honey."

"Mark, I love you too."

Karen spied her panties still lying upon the dashboard and smiled. After a few minutes, Karen turned to her husband and asked, 

"What game shall we play next week, honey?" 

© 2005, Misty's Erotic Stories, (revised)

© 1998, Misty's Erotic Stories



The Game



In the darkness of the living room I sit in unmoving silence, eager to conceal myself from the slender female silhouette rummaging through her purse in the unlit doorway not 10 feet away.

Through the window I could make out her shadowy form as she searched for her keys, all the while cursing at the deadened porch light whose bulb I had hours ago unscrewed. Inebriated, her hands fumbled and her body swayed as she came upon success in her quest for access to the stubborn and frustrating door which dared to refuse her access, and with the somewhat clumsy turn of a key she was in. 

She came around the corner and flicked the switch for the living room lights; unfortunately I'd loosened those bulbs hours earlier as well. "Fucking lights" She slurred. Clearly she was not terribly pleased with my handiwork, though she also seemed unconcerned; blackouts were not all together uncommon in this area of the city, mostly as a result of the high energy consumption of the near by sub-way.

She threw down her purse on the plush seat by the door, and with it discarded the light ¾ length yellow wool coat she'd been wearing. From my dark roosting grounds I could smell the cigarette smoke which had become entrained within her clothing, a knee high jean skirt and dark colored halter top, while at the bar from which she'd just returned.

She stumbled in the darkness, her drunkenness no doubt adding wonderful streaks and motion lines to every stationary object in the room, creating the perfect conditions for me to freely carry out my plans.

She was weaving through the bathroom door now, and from my vantage point I could make out her reflection in the mirror as she wiped the make-up from her exhausted and reddened face, it was clear to me that she was preparing for bed.  I rose up from my stealthy location in the shadows and swiftly yet silently made my way over to the chair where she'd deposited her belongings, a location which gave me a clear view into the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom in which she currently took up residence,

As light went out in the bathroom I pushed myself against the wall to better conceal any part of my naked body which might be visible around the chair. I watched with sweaty palms and a racing heart as she entered the doorway to her bedroom; sensing the opportunity for which I'd been waiting was upon me, I rose up and swiftly crept behind her. As she reached for the light switch I brought my right arm down over hers, throwing it around her mid section so as to pin her together, while my left hand clasped firmly over her mouth.  

Little sound escaped around my hand as it tightened over her lips as she tried to call out, and I reached further around with my right to grasp her free hand, which she was trying to use to maim me. Now fully bound with my body I drew in a breath of my lovely girlfriend's sweet aroma. There was something about her smell that always filled my heart, but I imagine that to be fairly standard for couples that have been together for as long as we have.

I brought my lips down upon her neck and began to trace them along the artery that lie beneath her wonderfully soft skin, taking it into my mouth to nibble here and there as her body began to relax in my arms. This was out game, a game she'd always loved, and a game that we'd been playing for quite some time.

The adrenaline rush that was brought to life by that short lived moment of panic was enough to send her into a kind of reckless lust, and it was in this time of lust that we experienced our most forbidden dreams of passion and desire.

Still holding her tight I lifted her off the floor and slowly carried her to the nearby bed and pushed her down on her chest, she would not be given the opportunity to face me, not yet anyway.

I reached down with my right hand, keeping my body weight against her, and removed the woven belt from around her knee high skirt, she had a certain unique sense of fashion that I'd always appreciated in a woman, and brought it to her mouth to serve as a replacement gag for my left hand. Once tied I returned my hand to her skirt, only this time I was in search of something more…… satisfying.

I began to hike it up forcefully, raising it by inches at a time, until I had revealed my prize. Her brightly colored thong rose up to grace her hips, one of my favorites among her bodily features, and disappeared between her cheeks, only to reveal itself again over the now moistening gateway to the inner channel of my girlfriends body.

I paused for a moment to return to her neck, I did so love to bite, and she let out a soft and contained groan. Her breathing had not slowed since my initial attack; she had gone straight from fear to excitement without skipping a beat.

Sometimes I would spank her, others I would molest her breasts and groan in her ear while masturbating on her back leading to an orgasm that was sure to saturate whatever top she was wearing at the time, but today I had a more direct and unexpected approach in mind.

I reached down and pulled her thong down along her legs and tossed them somewhere to the floor, all the while she played the part of the paralyzed victim, and reached over to a bottle of lube I had previously conveniently left on her nightstand during my preparations for this evenings festivities.

The cap was off, I didn't want to give her any hints as to my next course of action, and with one hand forcing her head into the many pillows at the head of her bed, I applied lubrication to the head of my penis with the other.

Replacing the lube to the nightstand from which it had been retrieved I took my over stiffened erection in my hand and guided it suddenly to her ass. She took in a quick breath of shock as the head entered her anal cavity, and grunted with discomfort as I eased the rest of my length into place. Though I didn't want to hurt her, I also had to keep the fantasy alive, so it was a matter of finding a common place between the two. Once I found myself fully inserted into her ass I rested for a moment, allowing her body to accept the intrusion, the first intrusion it had ever been subject to.  I leaned in and bit that wonderful artery she loved so much, she grunted for a moment, but grunts transformed into groans of pleasure as I moved my mouth along her neck and took her ear into my mouth. I slowly drew out of her ass a few inches and promptly but evenly returned my full length to its former position, sensing no undue pain I proceeded to execute another thrust; a longer thrust. 

This time she moaned a strange kind of moan, one that I knew quite well, it was the kind of moan I let out when, in the heat of passion, she racked her nails coarsely down my back, a moan of equal amounts of pleasure and pain brought about by the same act.

Encouraged, I began to pump my erect member rhythmically into her anal cavity, my hands heaving her back and head and finding new things to grasp and fondle. My right slid down between her clothed body and the sheets on which we were lying and found her clitoris, now well lubricated with the fluids of her lust, and the other forcing its way into her loose top to grasp hold of and squeeze her braless breast

I continued to pump into her, my rhythm growing faster and my thrusts growing harder with each passing moment, she was moaning now, grinding her ass back against my cock and her clitoris down against my hand, she moaned louder as I thrust myself deeper into her opening, and opened her mouth to gasp for air. I lowered my head and pushed my tongue between her lips, an action that she welcomed hungrily as her hand reached around to find the back of my head.

Together we were in ecstasy, never having experienced anal sex before, now experiencing it together as a part of our favorite sexual game, the excitement grew more and more as we abandoned the notion of rape and embraced the concept of fucking. For this was not an act of passion, this was not love making by any stretch of the imagination, this had become an act of pure lustful sex, drunken sex on her part.

I could taste the booze on her lips and tongue as we explored each others mouths, I could hear the unstable raged breath escaping her lips and nostrils as out bodies ground together, all the while inciting groans of sexual bliss and torment from the both of us.

My hands were no longer exploring my girlfriend's body, they were skipping from her side to her shoulders in order to support the intense thrusting that I was imposing on her body, and her hands were now gripping the head of her mattress for support. Together we groaned and moaned more loudly and increasingly heavily as our bodies met violently again and again until I could feel my orgasm on its approach. I reached back down and began to feverishly swirl, flick, and fondle her clit, feeling her breath increasing steadily and her body growing more rigid by the second.

I wasted no time at all when her body went stiff and her orgasm escaped her lips, and pulled my cock from her ass. Behind her I pumped my erection as she extended her orgasm with her fingers, and exploded on her back. Stream after stream of cum shot forth from the swollen head of my pulsing cock, falling on the back of her cotton/polyester top and exposed shoulders, I grunted heavily as my orgasm began so subside and fell upon her. I could feel my own sperm mixing with the sweat pouring from my chest as I took her ear into my mouth.

"God I love you baby" I said "you have no idea"

"Oh I know you do, and you'd better" She smiled and kissed what part of my face was accessible from her position "I love you too"

I rolled off of her and onto an unused portion of the now rumpled bedspread as she rolled to a sitting position. I watched her take of her top and skirt; she has a nice body, one that suited my tastes well. I was a lucky man as far as I was concerned, I was in love with a good woman who happened to share my sometimes wicked tastes in the bedroom, what more could I possibly want?

"Oh by the way, nice touch with the anal attack, I totally wasn't expecting that, where did you have the lube? She asked.

"I'd stashed it on your night table after you left for the clubs" I responded

"That was crazy, it's never been like that before, must be a combination of the first time anal and the booze or something, which by the way was just totally worked out of my system I think" She chuckled

I had to admit, she wasn't having any problems standing straight, no weaving at all, though she was walking with an interesting stride. 

"That really wasn't what I was expecting you know" She winked and passed through the bathroom door, where I heard her turning the shower handles.

I sat there for just a moment and thought to myself "Round two?" and swiftly followed after her. 



The Game



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I first learned of my wife infidelity on a rainy day in October. I sat in the chair near the fire place, one hand on my setter's forehead, patting him dearly, and another hand tapping nervously on the arm of my chair.

I will not lie: I was upset, and even slightly angry. But after twenty years of marriage, I was also neither surprised nor shocked. Dana had, after all, been a great mother, and, most of the time, a wonderful wife. She was forty five. We were twenty when we met. She had been true to me and the kids, I knew she had. But now that they were in college, and I was working sixty hours a week, could I really blame her?

Well, yes and no.

She never actually told me of the affair. I discovered it. I went looking for a spare pair of car keys in her pocketbook, and noticed it: A piece of tissue stuck together, and smelling like, well—semen. When I unwrapped it, there was a used condom stuck in the tissue. The Trojan was wrinkled and oozing, with a hair or two here and there. I held it up, looking at the tip, filled with a copius amount of his ejaculate. Whoever he was—and I had no clue—he wore the extra large brand.

Good for her. 

But we did use natural birth control, too. On the safe days, no condoms. Did she play as foot loose and fancy free with him, too? 

And there I sat, on a Friday night—Dana was working late, I thought—and holding a used condom up to the light, her condom, with him still in it, evidence of their encounter.

I scratched my pooch on the head. "What now?" I said, and he licked my hand, almost knowing. I do admit to oddly smelling it, him, her, them, and the smell was intoxicating. I found myself with an erection, and also very proud my wife was able to find a well-endowed lover. Somehow, I expected nothing else of her.

That night, I fell asleep, and heard Dana come home. She slipped into the bed, trying to catch a quick look at me under the blankets. She hesitated, then turned off the light, kissing me quickly before she did so. I wanted to put my arm around her, to nuzzle her neck, but I was afraid of what I might find.

The next two weeks passed quickly, and without incident. I was able to track the nights that Dana came home late, and tried to match them with our fertility calendar. I never did find another condom, and she only asked me once if I had seen her pocketbook. I became obsessed with my thoughts. I became obsessed with my wife being such a sexual person. Did she hate me? I honestly didn't think so. She was just tired. She was just bored. But who was her partner?

When I went to the gym, I was wondering if it was this person or that person. When we went grocery shopping, I was watching who she smiled at and who she said hello to.

In the locker room, I looked at the naked men, staring at their penises and testicles, wondering what it looked like hard—was he the one she enjoyed? 

On our safe day, she came home from work late, and I was sitting up in bed, reading. She walked in, kicking off her high heels and red blouse, and quickly went into the bathroom. Her firm legs quickly covered with a towel.

"Hey there," I said.

"Hi, sweetie," she responded, quickly pecking me on the cheek, before disappearing into the shower.

When she climbed into bed next to me, I curled behind her and kissed her neck and pressed my erection into her back. I started to slide my right hand between her legs.

"Oh, baby," she said. "I'm so tired", pushing my hand away.

But I knew better.

Days past, but the suspense was killing me. I wanted to confront her. I needed to know. When she came home from work, she had a present waiting for her: A used condom on her pillow.

I said hello to her while I was in the kitchen making supper, waiting for her to emerge from the bedroom.

I wasn't sure what her reaction would be. Would she come out screaming? Would she be angry I knew?

After five minutes of hearing nothing, I stepped towards the bedroom, and pushed the door open. Dana was on the pillow, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry," she cried. "I am so sorry."

I stood there, hands in my pockets, and stared down at her, her make-up running.

"How long has this been going on?"

She continued crying.

"Do you love him?"

That, of course, was the question I really needed to know.

She turned and looked at me for the first time, and eyeliner running down the side of her cheek.

"No, I don't love him," she wailed. "I love you. I know you don't believe me, but I—"

I sat on the bed next to her, stroking her jet black hair behind her ears. I bent over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Then why?" I said. I knew the answer. I just wanted to hear her say it.

"It's just sex," she said. "Nothing more." She pulled a tissue and blew her nose. "Do you want a divorce?"

I shook my head no. "No," I said, holding her tight.

"Really?"

"Really. You don't love him?"

"No," she said. "I swear, it's just physical. Please believe me."

I was fully accepting of her affair. Truthfully? It actually even turned me on. Could I stand the thought of watching her have fun? Of watching her have sex with someone else? Of being such an intruder into my wife's "other" life?

"Who is it," I said. "I must know."

"You don't know him."

"Is the sex any good?"

She looked up at me. "Are you nuts?"

"I want to know," I said, "is he, well—you know—is he hung?"

"Jeff—I—"

"Yes or no?"

Dana wiped a tear from her eye and tried to laugh. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Listen," I said, tossing her the phone. "Invite him for dinner."

"What? Are you nuts?"

"Invite him," I insisted. "He's fucking you. Can't I even meet him? Tell him to come over for dinner. I'll pretend I don't know anything."

She hesitated.

"Invite—now."

As she started to dial, I left the room, and set the table for three.

There was silence for the longest time. I simmered the sauce, and Dana sat on the couch, still choking back the tears. I had no odea who was knocking on my door. My heart fluttered, still half mad. But I did have a right to know.

And the door bell rang.

Dana ran up to me. "Please, Jeff—"

Her eyes were pleading.

I pushed her aside, and opened the door.

There before me stood a tall blonde kid, about twenty, curly hair with a runners build. He was holding a small bouquet of flowers. 

At least he had manners. And he didn't even know why I had invited him to dinner.

"Good evening, sir."

"Why good evening," I said, holding the door open for him. He was dressed in jeans, and an old Ford Escort stood in the driveway.

"Your name--?"

"Dave," the kid said.

"Hi Dave. I'm Dana's husband."

The kid played it cool, not breaking out in a sweat at all.

Dana walked around the wall. "Hi Dave." She walked around me, hand extended, shaking his hand. Oh, she was good. They acted like they hardly knew each other.

After we all sat on the sofa—actually, I let them sit together on the couch, and I chose the chair—we made small talk. Come to find out, Dave was a file boy in the law firm, and started there about six months ago. Every time I started to ask a personal question, like whether he had a girl friend, Dana gave me an evil stare and Dave started shifting I his seat. 

I couldn't take it any longer.

"Well, Dave," I said. "I know dinner's almost ready, but can I ask you a question?"

he shifted again. "Sure, Mr. Sanders."

"Is she any good?"

Dana cut in—"Jeff!"

"Quiet," I said. Turning to Jeff—"Do you like fucking my wife?"

"Oh, Mr. Sanders—I" he hesitated and then stood.

"Do me a favor," I said, the boy now standing. "Will you take your pants down?"

Dana turned at me and glared. "I can't believe you, you asshole."

"I—I" He was at a loss for words.

"I really just want to see your cock," I said. "I know it's an odd request, but I want to see what my wife has been enjoying."

"Please, Jeff." Dana hung her head in her hands.

"It's okay," Dave said, touching the top of her head. 

He undid his jeans, and let them drop. 

A trace of blonde hair whisked down his belly, to a large patch of off-blonde pubic hair. His balls, also covered with light fur, hung low in a pink scrotum, and his penis, laying soft with a large mushroom head, was at least six inches long flaccid. He was tall and skinny, and his dick looked huge compared to the rest of him.

"Would you make him hard, Dana?" I said.

"Jeff—"

"It's okay," Dave said. 

Dana turned and looked at me with those evil brown eyes, and then turned to look at the large hair penis just above her forehead.

She reached up, her small petite hand touching the shaft, and pulled him down to her mouth. The large pink head disappeared between her soft lips, and David sighed and rolled his eyes backward. She sucked him to a complete erection, and then withdrew her mouth. There the youth stood, completely naked, his erection about nine inches long, sticking out in front of him like a flagpole. A small drop of precum oozed from the head, which Dana noticed. She pinched the head of his penis between her thumb and forefinger, and wiped the precum on the sofa hoping I wouldn't notice it.

I had a flaming erection neatly hidden in my pants.

"Are you wet, sweetheart?" I said, looking at Dana.

"Fuck you."

"Yes or no?"

"No."

I made a move to stand up. "I want to see if your lying."

"Stop—" she said. "Yes, I'm wet."

Turnign to Dave, his erection still curved sharply upward, and leaking more precum, I said, "David—I want you to fuck my wife."

"Sir?"

"You fuck her behind my back. I want you to fuck her in front of me."

Dana didn't make eye contact once. But she knew I meant business. She stood, and slowly started to peel off her pants and shirt. By the time I got another glass of wine, she was facing him, naked, in my living room, and they were embracing. His erection was pressed against her flat, tanned stomach, leaving a trail of precum.

"Don't wait for me," I said. And Dana laid down on the floor, and spread her legs.

David looked terribly nervous, but he never lost his erection.

He climbed between her legs and mounted my wife. His small hips were moving in and out, while he was looking at me. After several minutes and laid his head down next to her and I knew he was getting ready to ejaculate. I crawled across the floor behind them, so I could get a better look. A patch of dark hair ran down his ass. I followed it with me eyes to where they were connected. He was balls deep in her and his once loose balls were now tightened in a patch of hair. I smelled her sweet scent, and reached over to touch his scrotum. His sack was cool to the touch, and his balls felt remarkably healthy and firm. That was just enough to push him over the top. I removed my hand and he pushed deep and grunted, coming like a bastard inside my beautiful little, dear Dana.

He held her for a few minutes, her chest red with flush, and then kissed her on the cheek. Slowly withdrawing, his cock was still semi hard.

"You may leave now," I said. 

David quickly got dressed and left as quickly as he had come.

Dana laid there on the floor, and it was just the two of us. I looked at her soft pussy, the hair matted and emitting a new odor, the air thick with the stench of sex. She was laying there on the carpet, another man having just squirted his sperm in her.

"Is he gone," she said?

I looked out the window. "He's gone."

"We're going to get in trouble one of these days."

"Maybe," I said. "But it's sure a lot of fun. Meet me in the bedroom."

"You're on."



The Game



Moll was not crazy. She was lazy! She hated doing the math when it came to Ungar, and instead loved to nag Erich about it.

"Oh please! Oh please!" she begged as they sat at Erich's. "Tell me what was in Ungar's last letter". 

It's positively foggy outside, ideal for their little weekend slumber party. As they played chess and waited for the others to arrive, Moll caught up on 'Ungar' news.

"Okay," Erich put down his coke. "Promise me you won't cry all weekend and spoil our get-together?" He arched his eyebrows.

Sighing, she crossed her fingers. "It's that bad, eh?"

"Yes," Erich put it flatly. "He's gone on a trip to Europe to see his long lost lover, Hans, and expects to have a 'good time', or so he wrote". Erich gestured quotation marks with his fingers for 'good time', so that she doesn't misunderstand.

"Okay," Moll mumbled. 

Lately, after having that awesome night of sex with Ungar, the on-and-off gay man who had become her lover, she felt an uncontrollable urge to call him and tell him, point-blank, that she had enjoyed it every bit and wouldn't mind more of it, whenever. But of course, that would be unladylike.

Not that it had been very ladylike of her to accept his gestures the first time. They had come home from the club, not spoken a word. Just had sex or made love -- like it was overdue. And just like she had seen a million women get dumped, in the morning, he had left a note saying he would call her, and never did. 

Nor had she called for that matter. She figured, if he could be a royal jerk and have no regrets, then she could also.

Instead, she decided, to confide in Erich the matters of her secret passion, which Erich laughed away by claiming that it was no secret at all. All 'the men' knew what Ungar was up to these days. That he was madly in love with her, and that he was trying to reconcile her with the rest of what he was. Ungar still found men deliciously appetizing. He still fucked them. But then there was the matter of women--in particular, her. 

Moll could not believe her ears. "What about yellow-dressed Jane from the party last summer?" 

"WHOOO?" Erich made a face. He couldn't recall her at all. "You mean that ploy to make you jealous," he giggled. 

"What?" Moll sat up. 

"I don't know," Erich giggled. "Looks to me from the way he checks you out. You know. He's fixated on you with his dark sexy eyes. Aren't they just the most seductive haunting eyes you've ever seen?"

Moll had to agree. "Yes. Completely."

"So, it's hard to say if he wants you as in lusts for you or just....you know...loves you."

"Hmmm," she squinted. "What does that make me then?"

"You're something between a fixation or a dare and lust and love," he giggled again.

"Has he told you about me?" she asked again. 

"No," Erich looked down at the table. "Men don't talk about their feelings much," Suddenly the door-bell rang, and he stood up to answer it.

Moll dusted her pajamas for cookies crumbs, and followed Erich to the door. Jim and Joe, the others they had been waiting for and a gay-couple, were standing at the door in trench coats, which soon came off and Moll marveled at their silk pajamas. She had never met them before, but Erich assured her they were "Very playful, Very nice," whatever that meant. 

But they were very cute, she had to admit, for two gay men. Suddenly she realized that Jim and Joe were not just a couple but they were flirting with her. Or was it just the usual way gay men talked to women?

"Very playful," she heard Erich whisper, as they walked over to the kitchen.

She had to agree. They smiled. Joked. Played around almost like to kittens. 

She found herself very self-conscious in their presence, but in a totally different way from when Ungar was in the room. Ungar seduced everyone with his eyes. These boys didn't want to love you. They wanted you to love them.

In the night, while they are making pizza, they start asking her about Ungar, however, and it caught her off-guard. How did they know him? But of course!

She answered what little she could about him, but mostly delegated questions back to Erich, who obliged and knew more about everyone, anyway. 

At dinner, she watched them eat pizza and drink beer, and herself a bit tipsy, finally retired, leaving the boys to their party.

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In the middle of the night, however, something woke her up. It was the loud partying of the boys, who it seemed were dancing or something. She got up to see what was going on, but only to be shocked out her mind. 

There in the living room was going on an orgy! A three-way orgy! What's more, Erich, the cross-dresser, was on top!

Moll didn't know what to do. First, she laughed, stepping back into the hallway. Then she thought about it. And finally, she began to have the ugliest thoughts -- about Ungar and the boys! Did he know them this way too?

Not knowing what else to do, she tiptoed her way out of Erich's home, got into her car and then drove away.

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It was 11 am when she woke up the next morning. There were messages on her answering machine that she had turned off after coming home that night at 3am. But she didn't particularly care for them now, though she thought she heard Erich's voice on one. 

Picturing Ungar in group sex with the boys had driven out a part of her desire to call back, however, and made her wonder if all along, Erich and Ungar had been...you know...lovers. And where did that leave her friendship with Erich? With Ungar?

As she lay in bed she tried hard to think about any another man and how it would feel to fuck him. The Italian guy, Estephan, who had asked her out to dinner -- she tried instead to focus on his face. Cute but not seductive, the image of his face was failing to arouse her, though she tried, even imagined him naked. Nothing worked.

'Too confusing,' she said out loud as she sat in the bookstore, and the events from the night before kept replaying in her mind. She was now wondering why Erich had invited her to the party at all. More so, was the orgy something he had in mind? And why was she there? They had made no attempt at secrecy. The music was loud enough to wake anyone.

Suddenly, someone in black pants brushed past her as she was staring at the book. "Taking a class on Gender?" the man asked, and her head flew up.

It was Estephan, the guy from Italy. "No. I'm just reading it," she began to explain, and then wondered why. Who was he to nose around, anyway?

"May I join you?" he asked in his sexy Italian accent, still looking at her book cover, and if not mistaken, flinching. 

"Sure," she nodded, putting the book down, as his cute looks turned into a demure seduction. He seemed to look right through her cheeks. What was he up to?

Moll sat up in her seat. Was this man checking her out or what? She looked into his eyes again, like she did to men who flattered her or stared, to see what their intentions were. His eyes spelled out something devilish. A horniness.

'Hmm,' she muttered to herself, as she took herself on a dare. She had never seduced a man before, except Ungar, but at 32 she had done her time as a prude and wondered if it was not opportune to break away from her role of prey. Putting on her devil's hat, she decided to toy with him. If he was trying to seduce her, she would play along. 

She was good with words. Eventually, he would think he was being led to her place, even though she had made no explicit offers. 

By the time the elevator was opening on her floor, the man had a puzzled look in his face -- of both amusement and a fear of the unknown. 'Men hate being led around,' Ungar voice popped into her mind. "We love taking charge," were the words to be correct. 

But then who cared about what Ungar thought? All she knew was here was a man. Flesh and blood. A man she would seduce to see if she could, because she had not used her feminine charms on anyone in a long time and it was getting old.

But just then, as the door to the elevator on her floor opened, she caught a distant figure of a man standing outside her door waiting. It was unmistakably, one and the same. Ungar. 

She looked at Estephan who lived a floor up from hers, and coldly nodded, "See you later." 

Estephan looked puzzled. Like someone had just pushed him off a merry-go-round. But then he too saw the man in the distance and realization set in. "Later then," he said instead, as the door closed. 

At the door, Ungar heard the footsteps and turned around. But instead of Moll's bright smile, which he expected to see was a furious woman storming at him at light speed. "What in hell do you think you are doing here?" she pushed him against the wall. Ungar looked at her, speechless. "I waited six months for a call. But, no call. Nothing. And now? You appear out of the blue," she said, and then opened the door. 

"I am sorry," he said, putting his bags down. Had he moved from New York? He had with him three bags. What was he doing?

"What are you doing here?" she asked again. 

He looked piqued. "I left you a message last night, this morning and even this afternoon. Where have you been?"

Moll giggled. "Really?" she asked, her eyes fixated on his dark eyes. 

"Yes," he giggled, seeing how she was herself again. He walked up to her and kissed her flatly on the mouth and then, nuzzled at the nape of her neck. "Lately, I've been thinking," he said, breaking of the kiss. "That we should, you know...get real," he said, still playing with her.

"What does that mean" she managed to ask, giddy with desire.

"It means, marry me," he said, unable to stop.

She made a few sounds in affirmation, but wasn't all there for coherence. He'd ask her again later, she told herself. And if he didn't, she didn't care. Not right then.



The Game



She was cooking dinner, waiting for her husband Mike to get home when she heard the special cell phone they had set up that was reserved only for him; her Master. 

Mike had been her loving husband for five years; both of them had married the day that she had turned eighteen, three months after he had turned twenty five. Before that they had dated for two years while they were in school. It was a while into their relationship when she had confessed her want to try S and M. Her want to submit to him and only him. Incredibly turned on by the idea he had agreed to try it and both had fallen in love with the game. 

Now, seven years later they had found they could not play their game completely, both going to school and holding jobs. They had agreed that when both had some time off of work and school, usually during the holidays, they would once again revert into Pet and Master.

She quickly answered the phone on the first ring, knowing he hated to wait, her heart pounding in her chest. 

"Hello, Pet"

The tone of his voice made her shiver in anticipation, knowing a fun night was in store for her when he got home. "Hello, Master."

She could almost hear the approving smile through the phone and grinned. He was pleased with her! 

"Pet, I expect you to be completely shaved, and wet, on your knees inside the door, you know what position. You may wear only your collar."

"But sir, what about dinner?!"

She heard his growl and knew instantly she had overstepped her bounds.

"You will not talk unless spoken to. It has been too long since I have taught you who is in control, and you have become lax. Do not worry about dinner. I hope you do not fail in your instructions, or your punishment will be much worse." 

He hung up too quickly for her to say goodbye. Quivering, she smiled. Punishment was their favorite part of the game, and she often tested him, wanting retribution, and he of course acted the part of disapproving master. 

Hurrying to the bedroom she took out his special box of instruments, setting up the tray table next to the bed exactly where he loved it. Taking out her collar she laid it on the bed, her pussy already moist at the thought of what lay ahead. Moving into the bathroom she prepared herself exactly the way he liked, knowing that tonight would be one of the best. 

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Mike walked from his car to the front door of his house, a soft smile on his lips, and a new bag of tricks for his beautiful wife. He paused outside the door, looking her up and down in his mind, just thinking about her making him hard. 

Jessica had intrigued him from the day they met, both quickly falling helplessly in love. One night she had surprised him with her fantasy and things had never been the same. He loved the trust she placed in him, and their sex was always better then any of his dumb coworkers bragged about. He opened the door to their small dream house and turned to look to his Pet.

Her hands were clasped behind her arched back; her breasts thrust forward, the dark skin of her nipples standing out hard against the softer tanned color of her skin. His eyes moving down past her flat stomach to rest on her newly shaved pussy. Kneeling in his favorite position her legs were spread wide, making her stick her fantastic ass out to keep her balance. Mike's eyes half closed as he moved close to his Pet. 

Trailing a finger along her cheek he smiled softly down at her. "You are beautiful my Pet." 

He could see her smile but she did not respond and he nodded in approval.

"Good, at least you remember some things that I have taught you. Now, Stand"

She stood quickly, her hands still behind her back, her legs still spread and he circled around her, his fingers trailing along her soft skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He rubbed the back of her neck lovingly, gently rubbing down her spine to give her a playful smack on the ass. Grinning at the soft shudder that ran through her he slid his hand between her legs, between her pussy lips, checking her pussy. Satisfied that she was wet enough for him he slid his fingers in and out of her tight pussy, loving her warmth, and soft moans.

"Do you like that my Pet?"

She nodded quickly, "Oh Yes Master"

"I know you like it my dirty little Pet. But talking back to me the way you did today is unacceptable. Because of what you did, you will have to wear these all night..."

With that he leaned down and rolled her taught nipples between his fingers, causing her to shift uncomfortably, moaning quietly at the exact level he had said was acceptable once before. When her nipples stood out hard as rocks from her body Mike reached into his bag, pulling out a cold silver chain, each end attached to adjustable nipple clamps, with a small ring in between them, another looped chain pushing through that. 

They had tried the clamps before, and she enjoyed them, but the connecting chains were new. Jess knew from videos they had watched together what the chain connecting both clamps together was for but the second chain was a mystery to her. 

Mike pinched roughly at her nipples one more time, making her gasp, her pussy now dripping down her thighs both from the fingering he had just done and the pain/pleasure feeling on her sensitive nipples. He attached each clamp, tighter then he usually did, making her bite down on her lip, a soft whimper that escaped before her teeth could hold it in making him smiles. Tugging gently on the chain to make sure they would slip off with rough play he smiled again. 

The cold second metal chain fell between her breasts and then down slightly over her stomach the weight pulling gently on the other chain, making her moan as her nipples were pulled and pinched. He watched her sway instinctively back and forth, the second chain swaying and pulling, her eyes closed in pleasure before pulling up roughly on the second chain, making her whimper and cry out softly in pain.

"No more noise Pet."

She bit her lip hard and he could feel the shudder that ran through her body as he slid the second chain up her body to attach it to the metal loop in the front of her leather collar. The second chain was too short to reach this whole way comfortably and her nipples were pulled and twisted up. With each move of her head the chain would now pull on her sensitive nipples and she gasped at the feeling. He growled at her disobedience and stood fully, his hands on the two intersecting chains, pulling her roughly by her nipples and towing her by the chains into their bedroom. 

Her nipples on fire she fought hard to keep quiet but could not hold back a soft moan. He looked back at her and pulled hard again on the chains, her eyes watering she bit her lip. He let go of the chain as they reached the bedroom and she instantly moved onto the bed, lying on her stomach, her hands above her head. 

He spotted the tray next to the bed after he watched his sexy Pet crawl onto the bed, his eyes resting on her incredible ass. He knew she had done it to please him but he was in no mood for light teasing and pleasing, and he knew she would love it too. 

Roaring he knocked over the tray and crawled onto Pet, straddling her right below her ass, as he leaned over her to secure her wrist bonds to the headboard. Biting hard at her ear he hissed.

"Did you do that to show me that you don't need me anymore Pet? Well you are sorely mistaken. After tonight I will have you begging and pleading for your master. Do you hear me my dirty pet?"

His hand fell hard on her sensitive ass to add punctuation. He savored his work bringing a bright red handprint onto his favorite feature of her. She whimpered and moaned softly, loving to be spanked and he growled again. 

"You have disobeyed me far too many times tonight my Pet. It is time to teach you a lesson."

With that he stood and stripped off his clothes, and stood behind her at the foot of the bed. Roughly pulling her legs apart he tied them down tighter then he had before, smacking her ass hard as he hears her moan. Reaching into his bag he pulls out a vibrator, large, but still smaller than his cock and slaps her pussy with the tip, letting her know what is in store. He hits the tip again on her exposed clit, making her hips bounce. He knew from spanking sessions that she felt extreme pain and pleasure when her clit was abused, and he also knew that she loved it. Sliding the vibrator back and forth through her drenched pussy lips Mike slapped her clit with the heavy rubber tip again and again, punctuating every whack with a hard slap on her ass. 

"Who do you belong to my slutty Pet?" 

She was gasping for breath, her body aflame, her pussy clenching and dripping her cum all over the bed and she didn't answer. Growling he pulled the vibrator away from her clit and wound his arm back, turning the vibrator on high as he brought his hand down, and focusing all of his strength on hitting her clit. 

Jess couldn't help but scream out in agony and then intense pleasure as he dug the high powered vibrator into her abused clit. She wanted to cum so bad, but knew it only angered him when she begged. Biting her lip till it bled she held it in, gasping for air as he smacked her ass over and over again. 

"I ASKED WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?!"

He wound up and hit her clit again, and she screamed out.

"You! Oh god you're my Master!"

He could tell she wanted to cum and knew that he wanted her too much to tease her for much longer. Smacking her ass over and over again and again he placed the tip of his cock near the entrance to her pussy.

"Beg for it my little pet. Beg for it like the little dirty pet you are."

"Oh master, please, fuck me. Fuck your Pet; make me cum all over your huge cock master!

"Good pet..." 

Digging the vibrator into her clit Mike slammed his cock into her tight little pussy that had only ever been entered by him. His fingers found her asshole and fucked it relentlessly as he pounded her pussy, mauling her clit with the vibrator. 

"Moan for your Master, Pet" 

Instantly Jess began to moan. The feeling of his cock almost more than she could bear. She loved the roughness he was showing her and arched up to meet his thrusts, pushing his cock deeper. Her mind was blank and she didn't notice as Mike rolled her onto her side, spooning with her, still fucking her pussy harder then she had ever dreamed possible.He abandoned her clit, placing the vibrator next to the bed as he reached in front of her, pulling hard on the nipple chains, making her buck and writhe against him. For each of her movements he pulled harder, releasing each time so every yank would be new pain. She screamed out in pleasure, whimpering, needing to come, but trusting him with her body.

Mike felt her pussy tighten around his cock and nearly lost his control, knowing she needed to cum he thrust harder and harder into her pussy, moaning and shaking hard into her shoulder. Wanting to cum with his pet he bit down hard on her shoulder, making her gasp.

"Cum for me Pet"

He could feel her whole body tighten and suddenly she exploded around his cock, drenching him in her cum. Moaning and groaning into her sweat drenched skin, he let out a guttural sound and thrust hard into his pet. 

"Oooohhhh... My pet...I'm cummingggggggg. Ohhhhhhh god Jess!"

She gasped and pressed back against his cock, the feeling of him cuming deep inside her pushing her into another orgasm. 

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When they had regained their breath he untied her, undoing her nipples from their harsh clamps and soothing them with his tongue. She sighed and stretched languishly and he gently smacked her clit. 

"You are not done yet My Pet."

She moaned and got the sexy smile that he loved so much. Sliding her tongue down his body Jessica knelt between his legs as he moved to lie on his back, moaning softly. 

"Mmm... Good Pet..."

She smiled and slowly licked her way down to his cock, licking off every drop of their combined cum, bathing him with her tongue until he was completely clean. Looking down at her his heart twisted in his chest, amazed at his good luck to find such an amazing woman. Pulling her up to his arms he heard her giggle and smiled as she snuggled into his chest.

"I love you Mike."

"I love you too Jess."  



The Game



I was running late, over two hours late! I pulled open the door to the bar and stepped inside. The place was already busy with business people who were visiting the hotel for various conferences and meetings or for drinks after work. The band was on stage playing some classic rock music and there were people on the dance floor gyrating to the beat. The lights were dim and there was smoke in the air as I made my way toward the bar. 

I ordered a 7 and 7 and noticed her on the dance floor. She looked stunning in a red dress that clung to every curve of her 5'11" body. Her large full breasts were also visibly without restraint as she moved they were bouncing seductively. Every time she twirled the dress flared out and you could see the tops of her stockings and could tell she was wearing a white garter belt. She was wearing a pair of stockings that had the seam running up the back of them. She was also wearing a pair of red 5" high-heeled shoes that laced up her muscular calves. Her brunette hair was swirling around as she danced, she was the best looking woman in the place and she was attracting attention from all the men in the bar.

My being late put me visibly way behind in the game.

My wife Jane and I play this little game we call "Catch and Release." We both go into a bar separately and work the crowd as if we were single and looking to "hook-up." Generally we are there at the same time and enter separately but today I got held up at work and she had a two hour plus head start and she was making damn good use of the time.

I immediately looked around the bar for women who looked like they were also looking for some company. The pickings tonight were very slim and I waited and watched. 

The guy sitting next to me at the bar said, "Damn that chick on the dance floor in the red dress is fantastic. What I wouldn't give to fuck a babe like that." I replied, "Yah, it looks like some lucky bastard will get the opportunity tonight to do just that the way she looks."

He then said, "No doubt she is looking for some cock tonight."

Jane and I have played this game before but I have never heard the comments from the guys until now. I was always too busy flirting with some "lonely female."

The band changed songs and next played a song from "Dirty Dancing" and I knew this was trouble because Jane loved the movie and the dancing.

She grabbed hold of the guy she was dancing with and pulled him tight to her and started the swaying and grinding that was part of the dance. The guy she was with wrapped his arms around her and put both hands on her ass. She was grinding her hips to the music and had her knee pushed in-between his legs touching his crotch. She slid down his body and had her face at his crotch height. It was evident he had a hard on from the tent in his pants. He put his hands on her shoulders and was pumping his crotch at her face. 

He looked over at what must have been his buddies and smiled a shit eaten grin and gave them a thumbs up. This brought a cheer from his buddies. She slid back up and was grinding away on him; he had his hands on her sides now and was halfway holding her breasts.

The song ended and her partner went to his buddies with high fives all around and she walked toward the bar. She stood next to me and ordered a drink. She said, "Your late and the score is one to nothing babe. You better get busy."

She got her drink and went to the table with her dance partner and his buddies. I watched her ass, which had an exaggerated swagger to it all the way to the table. She knew I was watching and that I was probably burning holes right through her dress.

You see the point of the game is to see which one of us can "Catch" the most of the opposite sex and know that if we wanted to we could fuck them. When you have reached that point in the game you get one point. We then release them and find another one to "Catch and Release." 

We have had many a hot fuck session after playing the game in fact most of the time we do not even make it home before fucking each others brains out.

Jane was back at the table and sitting amongst eight guys and she was playing it to the hilt. The guys were all paying attention to just her and they were buying her drinks faster than she could drink them and I could tell she was feeling the effects of the alcohol already. Since I was late I had no idea how many she had before I got there.

I found an attractive blonde who was sitting at the bar alone and sat down next to her. She was beautiful and had on a dress that was cut way below what most people would consider decent for a lady. She was also not wearing a bra as when she moved you could nearly see her nipples. She was fighting off guys like flies. I sat down next to her and did not say a word to her. She finally asked me, "How are you tonight?"

I am what has been considered a good-looking guy and stay in shape. I have my fair share of women who flirt with me and have no problem usually keeping up with Jane in our little game.

I looked over at her and said, "I am fine and how are you?"

She said, "Actually I am glad you sat next to me because I think these guys think we are together and they are leaving me alone." I said, "I am glad to be of assistance in your time of need."

We just sat and talked and the guys did leave her alone.

I turned and looked over at Jane and the table of guys she was setting with. One of the guys had his arm around her shoulders and was rubbing her arm and the guy on the other side had his hand on her knee or actually what you would consider her thigh. He was touching the tops of her stockings and I am sure had a little skin on his hand also. She was I am sure in heaven as she had the undivided attention of eight men and I am sure she was winning the game tonight as without a doubt all eight of them would fuck her in a heartbeat.

I found out the blondes name was Jill and she was in town for a business meeting. She was married and her husband was also in business management in Boston. I asked her, "Would your husband mind you sitting in a bar full of guys looking as gorgeous as you do tonight?" She replied, "He encourages me to visit bars like this and when I get back to my room I call him and tell him about all of the guys who hit on me. It leads to some great phone sex when we are apart."

I was kind of taken back by her candid talk of her sex life as up to this point it had been merely small talk. I replied, "I understand a lot of men enjoy the thought of other men lusting after their wives. Do you ever get tempted to take it further than just flirting."

She said, "Sometimes it is difficult to say no because let's face it not all men are pigs and some of them have some manners."

I glanced back over to Jane's table and she was not there. I scanned the dance floor and there she was dancing with two of the guys at the same time. They had her sandwiched between them grinding and grabbing all over her body. The guy behind her was rubbing her ass as she was swaying to the music and the guy in front of her had his hands not directly on her tits but close enough that he was getting a good feel and he was grinding his crotch into her leg. 

About that time the guy behind her put his hands on the outside of her legs and was slowly working his way up her dress. I could not believe she was letting him do this. The game had always involved flirting but never this much physical contact. He had now worked his hand all the way under her dress and had his hands on her ass. Her dress was high enough that anyone paying attention could tell she had on a pair of thong panties and half of her ass was visible under her dress. The guy had his hands on her bare ass. He looked over to the table of his buddies and gave a nod to them. One of them got up and came out to the dance floor and replaced his buddy and put his hands on her ass. The guy in front now had his hands on her hips and was hanging on as she kept dancing. He had his thumbs placed so that I am sure they were very near her pussy. These guys were working her into a frenzy I was sure or she would not let it go this far.

I was in shock and thought I had better go cut in or put a stop to this. I then noticed that my cock was rock hard watching the exhibition my wife and her eight friends were putting on. I had never seen another man's hands so close to or actually touching my wife's nearly naked body.

Jill then broke my trance and said, "A penny for your thoughts." I replied, "I am not even sure what my own thoughts are right now." She said, "Would you like to dance?" I replied, "Sure, next song we'll go out."

The band finished the song and Jane and her buddies went back to the table. I thought, well at least they will stop groping my wife.

The next song was a slow song so I held out my hand to Jill and we went to the floor. She felt and smelled wonderful. She just held herself against me and her tits were pushed against my chest. She evidently also could feel my cock as she said, "You must really like dancing?" I replied, "I enjoy dancing when I have such a beautiful partner." She then reached between us and felt my dick and rubbed it through my pants. She gave it a squeeze and rubbed from my balls to the head of my cock. I asked her, "Is this part of what your husband wants you to do also?" She said, "No, that is the first time I have ever done that with anyone but him." I asked, "Will you tell him you did that or just let that part go?" She said, "I will tell him and it will probably make it the best phone sex we have ever had."

I looked over and Jane was watching and she winked at me. She knew I had scored 1 point at least. I reached behind Jill and put my hands on her ass to show Jane what is good for the gander is also good for the goose. Jill had no underwear on at all. There was no waistband to be felt of panties nor lines. Her ass felt great through the silk material of her dress. Her ass was firm and tight. I said, "You must work out a lot?" She said, "I try to keep in shape you know we all have to fight gravity."

I glanced back over to Jane's table and one of the guys had his hand on her thigh and his hand was resting against her panty-clad pussy. She had also unbuttoned another button on her dress. It was before that already unbuttoned to the middle of her beautiful cleavage and was now below her tits. As she was talking and laughing she leaned forward in an exaggerated way knowing I was looking and you could see her tits hanging inside her dress and her nipples were visible. Three of the guys were sitting with their backs to me and had a much closer view of what I had just seen. Under the table I could see Jane now had her legs spread farther apart and the one guy had is hand flat on her pussy. I could tell he was rubbing her pussy through her panties and her eyes were getting that all to familiar look of I want to fuck. 

The other guy now was completely confident that they had a good thing going and he had his hand inside her dress and was holding her tit and looked like he was squeezing her nipple. I glanced back under the table and the guy who had his hand on her pussy now had her panties to one side and it was evident he had his finger in her pussy. Her head was laid back on the back of the booth seat and her eyes were closed and she was just letting them do as they pleased.

What shocked me even more was that Jane had pulled out the cock of the guy who was finger fucking her and was stroking his cock under the table.

This was going way past the rules of the game and I was hard as a rock watching my beautiful wife getting groped in public and have another man's cock in her hand.

The song ended and Jill and I made our way back to the bar. We sat down at the bar and she put her hand on my thigh where she was actually resting against my cock. She said, "You are a great dancer thank-you for helping me pass the time and keeping the wolves off of me." I said, "You are welcome and thank-you." She then said, "I better get to my room and call my husband. You asked me earlier if I had ever been tempted and I said yes. Tonight is one of those nights so I better go before I decide to take you up to my room and fuck your brains out." With that she gave my cock a squeeze and kissed me on the cheek and left. I watched her disappear through the crowd.

I looked over to Jane's table and she was not there. I looked out on the dance floor and she was not there either. My mind was reeling. As many drinks as she had and the look that was in her eyes I thought my God she is somewhere fucking these guys. There were two of them not at the table. The two that were groping her were gone.

I got up from the bar and started to look for her. Finally I went down the hall to where the restrooms were and there she was leaning against the wall with one leg propped up against it. The two guys from the table were with her. Her dress buttoned all the way down the front of it and it was completely unbuttoned. One had his hand on her crotch and without a doubt his fingers in her pussy. The other had his hands on her tits and they were outside of her dress now and he was massaging them and pinching her nipples. She had her head against the wall and her eyes closed. She also had a cock in each hand and was stroking them as she was being felt up and finger fucked by their owners. Anyone who had walked by to go to the restroom could see this going on. As I walked by I could smell the familiar smell of her wet excited pussy.

I walked past them and when I did she heard someone walking by and opened her eyes. You could tell she was a little shocked she had been caught. I walked on by and went to the men's room. I looked in the mirror and my mind was thinking what are you doing? Your wife is outside this door half naked and she is being groped and finger fucked by two complete strangers and you have a hard cock. Was I enjoying this? Was I mad that she had taken the game so far? I was not sure. I splashed water on my face and started to dry it off when the two guys came into the restroom.

The one guy said, "Damn that bitch is so fucking drunk and so fucking horny that we need to get her to the room. She will fuck all of us right now." The other guy said, "Her pussy is soaking wet and feels tight as hell." He then stuck his fingers under his nose and said, "She smells great too I cannot wait to put my tongue inside her pussy."

I went out the door and Jane was still there. I said, "What the hell are you doing? The game has never gone this far. We need to go before these guys gang fuck you. Is that what you want?" She said, "Feel my pussy" I reached into her still unbuttoned dress and she had removed her panties and she was drenched. She said, "Let's go I want to fuck you right now" She reached out and said, "Apparently you enjoyed watching." as she grabbed my cock.

I grabbed her arm to help steady her and pulled her dress together and we made our way through the crowd to the door.

When we got to the car she peeled off her dress and bent over the trunk and said, "Fuck me here and now I have to get your cock in my pussy." I unzipped my pants and let my raging hard on slip into the night air. I did not bother with slowly inserting my cock I just lunged forward and buried it inside her wet slit and thrust in and out. It was not making love or even fucking it was almost like rape. I reached around and grabbed her swinging tits and pinched her nipples hard. She let out a yelp when I pinched them. I looked over and another couple was walking by to their car and the women said, "Get a room."

Jane started to shake with an orgasm. She was now bent over the truck of our car with high heels and a garter belt on and nothing else and I was pounding into her for all I was worth. The amazing part was we were in a public parking lot and neither one of us cared who saw.

She said, "YES, YES Fuck me hard I am CUUUUMMMMING" She convulsed and jerked in an orgasm and I unloaded the biggest load of my life into her.

I pulled out of her and she stood up naked in a public parking lot and reached between her legs and scooped up the cum that was beginning to run down her leg and stuck it in her mouth. She said, "That is the only thing I hate about you filling my pussy with your cum is I do not get to taste it." 

She strutted to the car door as if she was fully clothed and I opened it and let her in. I walked behind the car to get her dress and noticed the car behind us. It was the couple that had walked by as we were fucking. and she was now naked and her tits were bouncing in his face as she sat on his lap and was fucking him. I had to smile, the guy could see me smiling so I gave him a thumbs up and he grinned back at me.

I got in the car and Jane had her hand in her pussy. She said, "I believe I won tonight's game. I could have had those eight guys and probably every guy in the bar." I told her, "There is no doubt the score was many to one tonight but, what I am glad of is that I was the one who got to fuck you." She said, "Let's go home lover." She leaned over in the seat and sucked my cock into her mouth. She pulled off and said, "Let's play another game going home. I bet I can make you cum in my mouth before we get home."

She won that bet too!



The Game



This is my first time posting anything here...please leave comments and suggestions.

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I am lying on my bed face down with my arms splayed and dangling off of each side, and my legs spread to both corners of the mattress. I have been sleeping so deeply that I think I am still awake. I am mingling between sleep and dreams when I feel the weight of someone sitting on the bed. It is him. I know it is him because I can smell his scent; clean laundry and cologne mixed with a hint of body wash. My excitement rises by feeling his presence in the room. 

I don't move. I am so still that I stop breathing. I feel his weight shift as he reaches over to caress the skin between the top of my sock and the bottom of my pants leg. His fingertips are smooth as he fans them across my skin. I bury my face in the pillow so that I don't laugh as his hand travels up the inside of my pants leg, caressing up and down my calf.

I feel his hands move again as he runs his fingertips inside the waistband of my pants and I feel the moisture beginning to collect between my legs. I squirm as he kisses his way up my lower back and uses his hands to lift my shirt, but I still don't move. It is our game. I am supposed play sleep and allow him to take full advantage of my sleeping form; give him full uninterrupted access to my body.

A small moan escapes me as he slides his hands under me and grasps my breasts. He knows that my breasts are super sensitive so he takes extra time squeezing and pinching my nipples. I felt my uterus contract in response to his movements as my juices soak further into the fabric of my panties. He moans softly as he as he grinds his hips into my ass. I feel his manhood growing by each second, and it arouses me even more to know that he is as turned on as I am.

I want to move, I want to turn on to my back and kiss him, but I can't. If I move the game will be ruined. I must remain still until he tells me that I can move or touch him, or myself. I feel him slide my pajama pants and panties down and off. I am so wet that the moisture is dripping down my inner thighs. I gasp as he licks the wetness from my inner thighs. I tremble as I struggle to remain still. 

I find myself clutching at the sheets as his tongue travels upward and traces slow circles around the inner lips of my womanhood. I moan loudly calling his name and begin to grind my hips against his tongue in an attempt to force him toward my aching clit, but he artfully dodges the sensitive spot and holds my hips to restrain my movements. 

He wants me; I can feel the desire vibrating in his fingertips when he touches me. He wants to drive himself into me with force and ride me until he comes, but he doesn't. He is slow, licking and sucking my inner lips then slowly stroking my clit with his tongue. A litany of unrecognizable half words and sounds come from my throat as he sucks my clit. The tremors vibrate from the insides of my thighs, up my back and through my nipples. 

I am on the verge of crying. I feel the tears welling up, but I won't give him the satisfaction of thinking that he is winning the game.

He runs his body up the length of mine until he is lying between my legs. His naked chest is on my back, his hard nipples against my skin; his smell mingles with my sweat and scent. He kisses the back of my neck and licks it. I feel his hardness through his jeans as his belt buckle scratches my ass. He grinds his hips into me, letting me feel the roughness of his jeans against my sacred place as my juices soak into the crotch of his pants. He whispers something Spanish in my ear, I can't understand it, but it doesn't matter, just hearing his native tongue drives me wild. I grind my pelvis against his and I hear him breathe and sigh as he pulls away from me.

His weight shifts again as I hear him unbuckle his belt. The sound of his zipper falling makes my clit quiver in anticipation. The bed moves. I know that he is undressing. I don't even have to turn to watch, I already know that; the silken dark hair on his chest thins as it covers his slightly defined abs and fades to a single line of hair that covers his navel and leads to a thick patch of pubic hair. I know that the instrument of his love curves upward and is thick with desire. His muscular legs are covered with a fine down of hair and his still on his feet. I also know that he is smiling, I can feel it.

He is on the bed again. I arch my back and lift my ass in anticipation. He removes my shirt and runs his hands up and down my back for a moment before me lies on top of me again and positions himself to enter me. I hold my breath and wait for him to fill me and for my juices to spill, but he doesn't. Instead he teases me, rubbing the head of his cock around the inside lips of my flower and against my quivering clit. I push against him as he rests the head of his cock at my entrance. He breaths in sharply and hold his breath. He uses his weight to press me against the mattress as he hold his body still, slowly pressing his head against my opening.

I am shaking now. I want him inside of me so badly that I am willing to cheat and thus lose the game. I try to move my hand and reach around to his cock to push him inside me, but he grabs my arm and holds it down on the bed.

"No", he says softly, his voice husky with desire and wanting. I know that he wants to continue the game, but his body wants relief. He pushes inside me slowly letting only the tip of his penis enter. He lingers at there as I squirm and writhe under him. Then he pulls out of me abruptly, only to repeat his movements again. He does this over and over, inserting the tip and pulling out, until I am shaking from head to toe. 

Finally, when I feel like I am going to scream, he puts the head of his cock inside me and slowly enters me until I am filled with him and my juices leak out onto the sheets. I whimper like a hurt child as I feel his thickness open me completely and my inner walls stretch to accommodate him. I feel him shiver as he lies still inside me. Feeling the heat of his breath against my ear and hearing his near moans and gasps of pleasure only drive me deeper inside my own desire. 

He presses himself deeper into me and moans as I move my pelvis beneath him. He continues to lie still as I slowly rock my pelvis and squeeze him with my inner muscles. He presses into my pleasure zone, and I grind and squeeze him harder, trying to reach a much needed orgasm. 

He moans loudly as he feels me riding his cock. I can hear his breathing becoming more ragged and irregular. I slow my movements almost to a stop as he presses harder into me as if to urge me to continue. 

I can hear him murmuring curses in Spanish as I still my movements but continue to squeeze my inner muscles tighter.

"Don't stop", he growls in frustration, and I smile because I know that for this moment, I have the upper hand.

"Fuck me baby", I say softly and he begins to slowly, deeply thrust into me in a steady rhythm, grinding in a circular motion on each in stroke. 

I pick up his rhythm and begin grinding my hips as he thrusts and squeezing his cock with my muscles when he strokes into me. I feel his body tense as he calls my name over and over. I never knew that my name could sound so desperate and beautiful. He pulls away and slides down between my legs in an attempt to prolong the game. 

He licks and sucks my clit more urgently than before, using his fingers for additional simulation. He turns me over on my back before I even realize what is happening. I can see the pleasure burning in his eyes. 

He licks from the crack of my ass up to my clit several more times, pay special attention of my anal opening, letting his tongue flicker against it. I feel my body is beginning to tense as his tongue dances across my clit in lighting fast waltz. I grind my hips upward and use my hands to guide his head exactly where I need to go. My whole body locks and my inner muscles spasm, my orgasm is near. 

His tongue traces a path up my belly and he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue as I use mine to caress the sensitive roof of his mouth. I feel his cock, hard and still slick with my wetness, against my belly. I reach down between us and slowly stroke him with my hand, squeezing tighter with each stroke. He curses and beings to thrust against my hand. 

I feel his cock quivering as he increases the speed of his thrust. His thrusts are too wild and I can't hold him in my hand any longer so I let go. He grunts and kisses me hard as he draws my legs up around his waist.

He sucks my breasts and bites them gently as enters me again forcefully. He begins stroking slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out and then forcefully driving his cock back inside me. I feel my muscles tighten around his cock involuntarily as he pushes upward on each in thrust and hits my sweet spot. 

He increases his speed and the bed squeaks under us. He is barely breathing as he double strokes and rapid fires hits at my sweet spot. I tighten my legs around him as my whole body quivers. 

My bottled orgasm is released in a lightening bolt that sends wave after wave of electric shocks of pleasure through my body. I can feel my pussy twitch and continue to squeeze him uncontrollably as I cum and spread my cream all over his cock. He feels this too, and smiles as he thrusts hard into me, slamming his cock into my wetness. 

The tightening of his body and the stiffness of his movements let me know that he is near orgasm too. I watch his face as he nears orgasm and the agony of ecstasy spreads across his features. His entire face tenses, his eyes squeeze shut and his muscles lock as he cries out; panting for breath, lost in the throes of pleasure. He digs his nails into my shoulder until his knuckles turn white. I feel him quivering all over as he shoots his load inside me.

We lay on the bed, splayed out and exhausted as his body continues to spasm with the last glimmers of orgasm and I squeeze my vaginal muscles to milk him of every drop of cum. He stays inside of me, kissing and caressing my bruised shoulders. We are silent, not knowing what to say. Finally, he brushes his lips across mine and says, "I think you won that round, cause I almost bit a hole in my lip when I came".

We laugh as he kisses me and we prepare to start round two.



The Game



Partly true story.

I was having a drink while watching the footy on a Sunday afternoon in my unit, when I heard the rain increasing on the roof. I opened the blind a little and opened the window to enjoy the misty aura and smell of earth, wind and rain. I spied the woman next door sitting with her window open and obviously enjoying the same feeling that the rain gives as I was. She had vertical blinds and I could just make out the fact she was sitting in front of her computer as she often did. I watched her rise and leave the room. She returned with a drink in her hand and a cigarette. I could make out the smoke rising from her lips as she drew in the smoke and blew it towards her monitor. She was not aware I was watching. Oblivious to me she coolly lifted her top over her head and sat there half naked for me to enjoy. I noticed she was smiling and appeared to be engrossed in what she was doing, sitting back and looking intently at whatever it was. It then dawned on me with the sound coming from her unit that she was also watching the footy. She was an attractive woman and had a large full figure, the kind I enjoy. Her breasts were quite large and her nipples were quite pronounced even from here.

She rose again and removed her panties and sat there naked, drinking and smoking enjoying herself as it was a good game. The first quarter finished and she rose and left my line of sight again. She returned with an immoral look on her face. She sat down, opened her legs and smiled to herself. I saw she had a vibrator in her hand. She started to stroke her breasts and move the vibrator down between her legs. I just sat there stunned and motionless hoping she would not stop. I turned my TV down so I could hear her moaning and playing with herself. I decided that to get a better view of the free show I would have to move closer and open my blinds so I could see her better. I slowly moved to the window and opened my blinds. She looked up and saw me.

She didn't draw back; she flashed me a smiled and beckoned me with her lips. She raised the vibrator to her lips and kissed it, rolling her tongue around the tip and smiling all the more towards me. That did it for me, I had a hard on that was bursting through my trousers just watching her. I smiled and rose as she walked towards her door. I heard her release the lock on her door as the invitation to join her was made real. I didn't knock. I walked straight in. She said "lock it behind you, so we don't get disturbed".

I turned the lock behind me and walked over to her. She invited me to get a seat and sit beside her. I released the bonds of my clothing and sat down naked next to her.

She slowly moved her hand down and held my erect cock and knelt down and slowly licked and flicked the tip of my hard cock. Slowly she rocked back and forth until she had my cock in her mouth and slid her tongue over the head. She held my balls in her hand and gave me a head job that nearly had me blow my load straight away. I held off with huge effort. I moved my hand to cup one of her breasts lightly. She rose and sat back next to me, so I returned the compliment, moving my chair in front of her so I was sitting facing her. I bent down and slowly moved my tongue over her erect nipples and heard her sigh. I sucked them gently but firmly and felt her quiver with excitement at what we were doing. I moved down further until I was kneeling with my head between her legs. I slowly licked her inner thighs and moved my tongue up to her cunt. It was moist and slippery. I opened her slit with my fingers and lightly licked and sucked her clit. It became harder under my tongue and I heard her inhale noisily as she held off her own orgasm. I moved my tongue inside her wet hot cunt and licked her juices with a passion. It tasted salty but sweet as she writhed on her chair. She came with a rush; her face was red from cumming in my mouth. Juices were dripping from her cunt as she looked down at my rock hard cock, she smiled and looked at the vibrator and I grabbed her hand and we moved to the lounge. She lay down and opened her legs and I slowly moved over her and slowly slid my cock into her cunt. It was hot and wet. We moved slowly in rhythm. She moved her hips so I could get in deeper. We moved harder and harder against each other and she started to moan and breathe heavier, an urgency building in her. I wanted to blow, but knew it was too soon yet. She heaved and jerked, arching her back as she came. She had her eyes closed, smiling as she rocked against my hard cock. She opened her mouth and I kissed her greedily, sucking at her warm tongue as she came. 

After she stopped moving she smiled and asked if I would like to fuck her up the arse. I had always wanted to experience the pleasure of slamming my rather large cock into someone's arse. My voice quivered with anticipation as I answered yes. She moved from under me, gathered her vibe and slid it in deeply into her cunt. She presented doggy style, her arse wiggling in the air as she turned the vibrator speed up to full. Bursting with eagerness, I slowly inserted my cock in her tight arsehole, an inch at a time. She gave a slight squeal as I pushed my engorged cock inside her hot arse. Grabbing both cheeks, I spread them apart. I felt her stiffen when the depth of my rock hard cock hit deep inside her. I moved slowly first, then faster and deeper as she slid her vibe in and out of her cunt. I could feel the vibrator rubbing against my cock and buzzing as another orgasm built up, then erupted. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her large tit in my hand as I moved in and out of her arse. In excitement, I slapped her arse. She yelped in delight as I felt her hot skin on my hand. I struck her lightly at first then harder as she again rose to orgasm. I felt my balls fill and my cock throbbed as I neared my own release. As cum started to spurt from my bursting cock, she moved from under me and grabbed my cock in her hands, she fulfilled all my sexual desires, swallowing my hot, tangy spoof as it spurted over her face. It streamed out, covered her face. She licked and swallowed my cock clean with her soft tongue. My hard cock needed that release, but stayed hard as we enjoyed the moment together. 

She moved her hand up and down the shaft of my cock to keep it hard. She again swallowed the full length of my cock till it again hardened in her mouth and smiled as she knew we could both go another round. I sat on the lounge and she straddled my cock, guiding it into her arsehole again. She moved up and down, ramming my cock into her arse as deep as it could possibly go while holding my balls in her hand. I held her tits, rolling her hard, protruding nipples in my fingers. She started to moan as she opened her legs wider and threw her weight down faster on my cock to get it as deep as she could. We moved in unison and as I felt myself blow again she removed my cock from her arse and watched as it sprayed all over her tits. She moved her hand squeezing every last drop of spoof from my balls, and licked her fingers. She smiled again and motioned to the game.

We hurriedly moved to gain a seat against the computer as the second half had begun.... 



The Game



Stretching as she slowly gained consciousness and feeling an unaccustomed ache and freedom, Melanie slowly opened her eyes. Running her hands down her body she discovered what the sense of freedom was... her chastity belt was missing. And the ache? She remembered a wild night of sex... being used by her Master for His pleasure... but receiving so much pleasure herself. Thinking back over the evening she blushed, remembering the volume of her screams of passion as she hit her third orgasm. As her mind returned to the present she struggled with the temptation to touch herself, to stroke her pussy lips, to dip her fingers in and to play with her clit... all things that were normally denied her by the chastity belt. While she struggled her fingers were busy with her nipples, tweaking them, pulling them, pinching and twisting them. After long minutes, Melanie decided to go to the bathroom, shower, and then if she was still free of the belt she would play.

But... as she got out of bed she stumbled over her chastity belt. With it was a box, and a letter attached. "My dear little subbie, you pleased Me last night so I have decided to give you a gift. you have a choice of gift. you may choose freedom from your belt for the remainder of the day, and the trust I place in you along with that. Or you may choose to have the gift in the box, but first you must put on your belt." 

Melanie struggled with which to choose... the idea of a whole day without her belt was pretty wonderful... but... the box looked so tempting. And she did love pressies. Still, the pressure from her bladder reminded her of a more urgent need and she headed for the bathroom before deciding which gift to choose. Trying to delay the decision Melanie stepped under the shower, letting the spray just wash over her while she considered her options. Really there was only one option. Her curiosity dictated that she had to know what was in the box... after all, her Master had got her some wonderful gifts in the past. So... hastily towelling herself dry she returned to the bedroom and picked up the box placing it on the bed.

But first... on with the chastity belt. Sighing Melanie watched herself in the mirror as she raised the belt into place, seeing her pussy lips disappear... and heard the clunk of the lock. Now for the box...

The lid was sealed with tape. She carefully peeled the tape back, realising that the tape was there so she could not have cheated and looked before deciding. Not that she would... of course. Slowly lifting the lid Melanie looked inside the box, anxious to see her gift. 

Another box!! And another note... "Ahhhh.... so you chose the gift in the box. Is your belt in place subbie? Okay... then you shall have your gift. Inside this box is a game for you to play. Enjoy it... I look forward to hearing the results."

This time Melanie tore off the lid in her eagerness to see what game her Master had prepared for her. Inside the inner box were 4 dice, a pen and a sheet of paper. The paper had a chart on it, and simply said to roll the dice in turn on the box lid, leaving them where they landed, and to complete the chart showing which number was face up for each of the dice.

Puzzled, but knowing not to question whether to do it, Melanie rose from the bed and placed the box lid on the dressing table. The first roll produced a 6, and she entered that in the first column of the chart. The second, third and fourth all produced a 3, and those results were also noted. Still puzzled, and very much locked back in her chastity belt wondering if that was the right decision, Melanie went about her day... waiting...

Just after lunch her phone alerted her to a text message from her Master. This simply read "you have mail". Melanie rushed to the computer and called up her mail. Sure enough, there was an email from her Master, subject "The Game".

"Well My dear subbie, you should have either been enjoying a day without the belt, or have opened your gift-box and found the game. If you chose the day of freedom then delete this mail now. If not, then read on....

"The game is to decide your orgasms for a period of time. The first throw of the dice is to determine whether this is for a week, a month or a year. If you got a 1, this applies to the week. If you got a 2 or 3 then this applies to the month. But a 4, 5 or 6 means you are playing for the year."

Melanie ran to the bedroom for the chart... a 6. So this game applied for the year. She read on...

"The second and third throws of the dice you will multiply together. If this gives you an odd number then subtract one. This gives you the number of orgasms you may have in the period decided by the first."

Oh goodness... 3 multiplied by 3... just 9. But even worse, that was an odd number so subtract 1 making just 8 orgasms for the year. Too late to back out.

"Now My subbie... you have another choice. If you wish to know the meaning of the fourth throw, then reply to this email now, saying simply 'Yes Master' and I will send you those instructions. If not, then I will speak to you tonight on my return."

Melanie paced the room several times... trying hard to decide what to do. Surely it couldn't get worse? Perhaps He was going to say it was just a game... that He wasn't going to enforce the results. After 10 minutes of pacing she returned to the email, and replied as instructed. A few moments later another email arrived, subject "The Game – 4th Dice". Melanie opened it eagerly, hoping for good news.

"So subbie, you chose to play the whole game. Okay, the fourth throw is a simple multiplier. If you were fortunate enough to through an even number then you may now multiply the number of orgasms by that number on the 4th dice, either 2, 4 or 6. However, if you got an odd number, simply halve the number of orgasms. I look forward to hearing the results tonight."

FOUR!!!! 

Melanie could not believe what had happened. Only 4 orgasms for the year!! This had to be a joke. 

Somehow she muddled through the rest of the afternoon until her Master arrived home. After He was settled in His chair with His coffee He summoned her to kneel at His feet and asked her about her game. Melanie stammered out the numbers she threw in order and the resultant figure of 4 orgasms for the year. As He raised His eyebrows she asked if the game was for real. "Oh yes subbie, most definitely for real." A few moments of silence passed, then He simply said, "The bad news for you My darling subbie, is that the year started at midnight, and you came 3 times since then last night"... and smiled...



The Game



"Ah, finally home," I think to myself as I walk into the house and close the door. A long week at work and finally the weekend is here. I let out a deep sigh and wonder what to do for the afternoon and night. Supposed to meet my friends for dinner and drinks but need to call them and find out where and when.

"First things, first... change out of these work clothes and get comfy," talking to myself as I walk up the stairs.

When I had parked in my driveway, I had noticed a moving truck across the street so I figured someone had finally bought and moved into the house that had been empty for almost a year. When I got upstairs to my bedroom, I looked out the window and saw the moving guys taking things into the house.

At the front door, I see a tall dark man dressed in black jeans and blank tank top walk out. I can tell even from this distance the man was good looking and sexy. His arms, shoulders and chest were taut from many hours of working out at the gym. I noticed that his jeans were tight on his muscled legs when he walked towards the moving truck. The one thing that really caught my attention was the outline of a huge bulge in the front of his jeans that I could see, even this far away.

As if he knew he was being watched, he looked up directly to my window and saw me watching him. I saw him grin and then he turned to talk to one of the moving guys.

I moved away from the window, giggling. "Oops, busted," I say out loud to myself, still giggling.

I pull out a jean skirt and a red lacy tank top from my closet and throw them on my bed so I could take my work clothes off. After removing my pants, I throw it into my hamper in the corner of my room and wonder about changing my underwear. Thinking about that bulge I saw, my pussy stirs and I decide to put one of my silky, lace ones on. Taking off my shirt and throwing it on top of my pants, I take the while cotton panties and bra off and toss them in the hamper and walk over to close the lid.

Walking naked over to my dresser, I open the top drawer and look to see what to wear. Since I have a red tank, I figure I better wear my red lacy bra and high thigh panties. Before putting them on, I decide to freshen up with my favorite body spray and mist my body. I love how it smells on me and my pussy feels the slight tingle of arousal when I give it a little spray. I walk over to my bed pull my panties up and over my hips and feel the lacy touch against my pussy. I have to touch myself as it felt so good to have the lace against my pussy. Remembering the bulge I saw, I play with myself a little more and then stop as I still had to get dressed and get out the door soon. I pull on my bra giving my nipples a little pinch to make them hard and then slide the skirt over my hips and zip it close. I pull the lacy red tank over my head and look at the mirror in the bathroom to see how I look. Well, I guess everyone is right, red is definitely my color.

Picking up the phone, I call one of the friends to find out where and when we will be meeting for dinner; she says it will be in an hour at our regular place; a small hole-in-the-wall bar and grill, a couple blocks from my house. I decide to walk as it was nice out and because I will probably have a few drinks and don't want to drive.

I walk downstairs and open the windows of my house to get some fresh air through. At the front window, I look over to the house across the street and find a tall, blond, gorgeous man standing near the driveway talking to the dark hair man. They are both looking towards my house when I open the curtains and the window. Being curious as to who lives in the house across the street, I walk out the door and cross the street to where both men are standing.

"Hi, I'm Angie, your neighbor," I say while looking towards the dark hair man, my hand extended to shake his hand.

The blond looks me from head to toe, then back up, smiles with approval at what he see, while putting his hand out. "I'm Mark," he says. He turns to his friend and says. "This is my buddy, Rick. He just bought the house and I'm helping him move. Mark is about 6 feet, with long leg, also in jeans, with a wide chest and broad shoulder, just like Rick but he was wearing a blue t-shirt. He has light brown eyes with the longest lashes I have ever seen on a man. Mark takes my hand and shakes it, says, "Nice to meet you."

"So, are you the neighborhood welcome wagon?" asks Rick, smiling. I have my hand out to Rick but instead of shaking it, he lifts my fingers to his lips and kisses them, one finger at a time.

"Um, just wanted to stop by, introduce myself and let you know if you need anything, I live across the street," stammering my reply. Up close, Rick was even more, good looking than when I saw him from my bedroom window. His hair was coal black and his brown eyes were twinkling with amusement. I realized that Rick was just as tall as Mark I had to look up them both so it made me feel very short next to the men even with my heels on.

The guys look at each other, Mark raises an eyebrow and smiles while Rick nods his head and grins as he turns back to me. "Thanks, we will definitely need things while I get settled."

Mark asks me if there are any decent restaurants or bars in the area and I told him about a few places nearby, including the one I was going to later. He nods and thanks me for the info. "Since I will be here for a few days, and with the refrigerator being empty, we need to go out to eat."

I tell them both that I have to get going, as I was meeting some friends and again welcome Rick to the area. As I walk across the street, I feel their eyes on my ass, so I sway it a little more than normal to see if I can arouse a response. I hear a low whistle from one, which I assume is Mark as he seems to be the more outgoing one and a chuckle from Rick.

Smiling, I go back into the house and grab my purse, change my shoes to a flat pair since I am walking and go out the door again towards the restaurant. The guys were not outside as I walked down the street but knowing there was a gorgeous man living on my block makes me smile; eye candy is always good.

I get to the restaurant and find my friends already sitting at a table and join them. We order drinks and chatter starts right away. I always have a great time with my three friends and while we drink our first round, the waitress returns to take out dinner order. We catch up on what we have been up to and chat some more while we wait for our dinner. When our dinner arrives, we stop to eat and then order another round of drinks as my friends rarely get a chance to come out, relax and enjoy the night without kids. I realize it is going to be a party night and settle in. As we are on our fourth round, I notice my friends look toward the door and they all start to giggle like school girls.

Because my back is to the door, I can't see who they are looking at. With the three of them being married, whenever we go out, they are always checking out the men and the conversation always turns to sex and he things their husbands want to try. With a slight shrug and a giggle, I turn to look at the men they are checking out and see that it is my new neighbor and friend.

Mark notices me first and nudges Rick and he, too, looks over and waves. Naturally, my friends are wondering how I know them and they start to grill me until they realize that the men are at our table standing behind me.

Not sure if it was the fourth drink or their presence, but as I turn to introduce Mark and Rick to my friends, I slide a little in my chair and my cheek accidentally brushes against the bulge of Rick's jeans. Immediately, I feel a tingle in my crotch but also realize that he was semi hard against my cheek. I look up and see that Rick is looking straight down my tank top and at my breasts. He licks his lips and the tingle in my pussy is now in full arousal. I feel the dampness in my panties and know that one of my toys will be used tonight when I got home, drunk or not.

After I introduce the men, my friend, Mary, invites the guys to join us for their dinner and more drinks. The guys each take a seat on each side of me and being already flushed from my close encounter with Rick's cock, I am finding it hard to breathe.

I look over to my friend, Cindy, directly across from me and she arches her eye brow at me and mouths "nice" to me. I look at Mark and realize that even though he is talking to my third friend, Kim, he has left hand on my right thigh and is slowly raising the hem of my skirt until he felt skin and started to rub in small, gentle circles with this thumb. I am grateful that the table has a tablecloth over it and no one can see what is going on under the table. While they order their dinner, Mark continues to rub my thigh with the tips of his fingers. He leans over and says very low and deep, "I would love to feel your whole body with my fingers." I look at him as he moves away, smiling and my body reacts to that and I know I want to feel him inside of my pussy.

When their dinner arrives, Mark takes his hand away so he could eat and I breathe a little easier. His fingers were stoking the fire in my pussy and my body was hot all over but with his hand gone, I could compose myself and try to concentrate on the conversation going around the table.

I look over at Rick as he talks to my friend to his left; as she orders another round of drinks for everyone, he quickly glances towards me and winks, grabs my thigh under the table and squeezes, then turns back to talk Cindy. Taken aback, I wonder what that was all about. Hmmmmm, what kind of game are these two playing I wonder. If it is a game you want, a game you will get, my boy toys, I say to myself.

With that in mind I turn back to Mark, with my right hand, very, very slowly, I start to caress his leg, starting at his knee and making my way up to his thigh; I glide my fingers closer and closer to where his cock resides, but not quite touching time, just teasing his leg. I feel him tense and take in a quick breathe. Good, had the reaction I wanted, I think to myself, smiling. As my hand moves further up, I notice that he has stopped talking and is concentrating on his drink. Knowing that what I was doing to his leg and where my hand was going was making him hot by the flush that was coming over his face. I slow my hand down as I am getting closer to feeling his cock through his jeans and he looks at me with such fire, that I reach up and caress the bulge I feel. It was rock hard and I caress the length of it through his jeans. I look at him and give him the smile that my friends call the "come fuck me" smile. I let him go and turn to finish my fifth drink. Whew, am I feeling hot and horny as hell.

With a sly look, Mark turns back and orders another drink from the waitress but tells the table that he needs to get back to the house as it had been a long day and he was getting tired. The waitress looks at Rick and he, too, orders another. The girls decide that they want one more but I decline as I was feeling the affects of 5 drinks, in a short amount of time.

Once the guys are done with their drinks, they ask if I wanted to walk back with them as the saw that I had walked here and didn't feel right allowing me to walk back alone in the dark. I decide it is a good idea and stand to say good bye to my friends and tell them I will call them the next day. After everyone says their good byes, the three of us start to walk back towards our houses.

With Rick on my left, he grabs my hand and holds it while we walk. Mark is chatting along and doesn't seem to notice but as we get to an alleyway before we need to turn on our street, he ducks into it.

Rick stops, pulls my head towards him and plunges his tongue deep into my mouth and kissing me over my mouth, cheeks and neck. My body is arched against him as his left hand is sliding under my skirt to grab my ass and he is pulling me closer to him so I can feel his cock against my crotch. I moan out loud as I feel the hard bulge.

"I want to fuck you and make you cum on my cock, baby," he says roughly against my lips before plunging his tongue in for another wet kiss. "Oh, yes, pleeeeese," I say, moaning again. We hear Mark call to us and Rick pulls me with him as we follow Mark's voice.

With minimal light in the alley, I can make out that Mark sitting high on a pile of pallets. I realize that he has his jeans down to his knees and he has his cock in his hand, stroking it gently up and down while he watches me with Rick. My mouth starts to water, wanting to taste his cock. I take a step closer and realize that Rick is behind me and is pushing me towards Mark. He grabs my head and pushes my face towards Mark's cock, which I willingly take into my mouth. I start to suck on his cock and hear him moan.

From behind, I feel Rick pull my panties down from my hips and I help him remove them completely by standing out of them. He reaches around to the front and his right fingers pull my pussy lips apart while he inserts a finger, from his left hand, into my pussy from behind. "Oh, yeah, hot and dripping wet," he says very softly so only the three of us can hear. Slowly, he slides his finger, in and out of my pussy while his thumb and forefinger of his other hand rubs my clit. I am moaning deeply while I suck on Mark's cock, having Rick finger fuck me from behind.

I feel Rick's right hand move away and then I hear a zipper behind me. Rick pulls his other hand away to pull his jeans down. He bends me over more; which allows me to take more of Mark's cock into my mouth; while he spreads my legs further apart. He teases my pussy with his cock head as he doesn't immediately thrust his cock in but rubs it around the outside of my pussy and over my clit. The moan I was trying to hold in, escapes my lips.

Using my wetness as lube, he slowly pushes his cock in and out until he is half way in, then roughly shoves the rest of his cock hard and deep into my pussy and starts to pound me hard. With Mark delicious cock in my mouth and Rick's hard cock pounding my pussy, I am ready to explode with pleasure. I am moaning, the vibration of it hits Mark's cock as he starts to fuck my mouth faster and faster, his cock engorging with his cum, ready to shoot it deep in my throat. I hear Rick's grunts of pleasure as he is fucking me harder and faster, shoving his long, hard cock deep into my pussy.

Mark grabs my head and shoves his cock deeper into my mouth as he growls, "Ah, yeah, fuck, baby... I'm going to cum in your beautiful mouth. Suck me, you cock loving whore. Suck me hard. Ah, fuck, ah, fuck!!! Drink it, baby. Suck me dry!!!" With that, he cums into my mouth and I feel the heat of his liquid sliding down my throat. "Ah, yeah, baby. Yeah! Oh, fuck you suck my cock so good, baby." He pulls his cock out of my mouth and lets me lick his cock clean. Then he pulls his jeans up and drops to his knees and start to lick at my clit, while Rick is still fucking my pussy from behind.

The combination of Mark's licking and Rick's fucking is driving me crazy. "Oh, fuck, yes!!! Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby!" I yell as Rick continues to pound me from behind. As Mark continues to lick and nibble at my clit, I can feel Rick getting close to cumming as his breathing is more ragged and he is ramming his cock into me like a madman. My pussy is ready to explode when I feel Rick grab my ass cheeks hard and says, "Take my hot juice in your cunt. Aaahahh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah. Your tight little cunt! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, whore, I'm gonna cum." I feel his cock explode in my pussy the same time my orgasm rocks my body and we both are grunting and moaning out loud, all the while Mark continues to lick and suck at my clit, tasting my juices as I explode on his face.

Once we both come down from our fuck high, Rick turns me around, pushes me to my knees, making me lick his cock clean, which I do with relish. The taste of his cock and my pussy juice is making me hot again. Once he is satiated, he pulls me up and kisses me hard on the lips. He pulls his jeans up and buttons up then moves to pulls my skirt down but does not give my panties back. With a grin, he looks at me and says, "Souvenir," then looks at Mark and says, "I won. I got the panties."

Realizing their game was over, I invite the guys over for a soak in the hot tub in my back yard and more fucking into the night. I say out loud to them, "I'm gonna start my own game. The one that can fuck me the longest and hardest wins me as their sex slave for the weekend. If there is a tie, though, we will have to figure out what to do then." They both grin wide and almost pull me the short distance back to my place to start my game.



The Game



A beautiful woman walks down the boardwalk. There are a lot of beautiful women around here, and a lot of them walk this way, this one didn't seem that special at first glance. Maybe it was the lack of fake blonde hair, fake boobs or fake tan. No, that wasn't it; a woman can carry all that baggage around and still manage to be interesting in her own right. I watched her for a moment, walking along, sketchpad under one arm. 

I knew. 

She was wearing a short, tight sundress. Nothing special, not when you can look around and spot a half dozen women in bikini's like they were born wearing them. The dress was a little on the small side, ill fitting. Normally that's bad, but this seemed deliberate, a choice. The low cut back and spaghetti shoulders precluded a bra of any sort, but the dress supported her bouncing breasts fine, almost shelving them for display. I could see from where I watched her nipples poking into the cups. I watched the hem sway around her upper thighs as she walked on her wedge sandals and I knew. 

She wore nothing under that dress, nothing at all. It wasn't natural for her, that too short dress, the lack of panties. She walked like a woman with a secret. She walked like a woman on her way to get fucked. That was what had drawn my attention. I watched her walk and suddenly I was excited. 

I wasn't alone in watching. She looked over and saw me watching her and smiled faintly. She knew I watched her, and she knew I knew her secret, or at least some of it. It was in her eyes, in her smile. She almost nodded, an imperceptible tilt of her head, permission to watch, bringing me into her secret confidence, making me part of whatever was happening. When I stood and moved towards the walk, she merely gave that Cheshire grin and turned to keep walking, perhaps just a tiny bit slower, a tiny bit more exaggerated. 

People forget the boardwalk isn't built right on the beach but above it a good seven or eight feet. Women especially forget that there are gaps in the boards. No one really hangs out under there during the day. Too much dirt and trash falling down as people go by carelessly. Its filthy under there sometimes, especially during tourist season. But this morning she was the only one on the walk, and I was the only one under it, catching up to her as she paused near the very end, shaking out her hair in the morning sun. I looked up just before she stepped away, off the walk where I could no longer follow. I caught a glimpse of pale pink skin, a flash of her secret sex, and she was gone. 

Well, not gone, not exactly. Regretting my missed chance for more of a show, for certainly she had stopped to give me one, I slowly made my way out from underneath, thinking that it was done. I looked up at a flash of movement; saw her lingering at a corner, as if waiting, before she continued on, out of sight. Hmm... this seemed promising. I liked watching, but only as a diversion, or a prelude. I could not tell which this was, but certainly she had invited me in, and I intended to follow. 

I followed her a short distance to the houses that overlooked the beach in the hills nearby. I watched her walk up the stairs that lead to a door, enter and then she was gone. A moment passed before I recognized the house, there are so few people that live around here that it is hard to be a perfect stranger, especially if you are semi-famous. I had managed, in my own way, to be mostly anonymous, but that is another story. 

The artist. He wasn't really that great, he'd made a decent living showing in galleries. His main income, however, was his students. Many of them rich, other's famous. It gave him the prestige he craved, and if rumors were correct, access to all the young women he could lure into his studio. The studio overlooked the ocean, and from most angles it was private enough, far enough from the beach, high enough up that you couldn't look in. The best angle was presumably by boat, with a telescope. 

There was another option, of course. More daring but more rewarding. It was, of course, to stand on his very lawn. There were few bushes and trees, to avoid obscuring the ocean front property he had strived so hard for, but for the daring and clever there was enough cover to avoid a casual glance. I rested in the lee of a small tree, casually, unmoving in a way that caused the eyes to pass right over me. Once it had been a useful talent, now it was a mere parlor trick, and the key to an occasional voyeuristic foray. 

The Artist was sitting at a Deco desk, all black lexite and odd angles. He was still youngish, just a shade past his prime and trying hard to hide it, masculine in that way that women seem to dream of. He was also a bastard, getting women to submit to his lust in return of a break on overpriced 'art lessons' until he tired of them. 

The woman I'd seen walked into the studio, coming down the stairs from the front area of the house with a slow sultry walk, even more exaggerated than it had been on the beach. She spared a single glance out the window, a glance for me, and I knew she was playing him, letting him play her. I just didn't know why, and at the moment I didn't really care. He stood with a half smile, greeted her, entirely unaware of our little exchange. He kissed her hand with a little flair before taking her art pad and sitting down, inviting her with a wave to perch on the corner of his desk. She did, crossing her legs so that the hem of her dress rode up revealing even more smooth thigh. From this angle I could just barely see soft velvety skin between her legs, tantalizing, but he could not. 

He studied her artwork slowly, carefully. I knew what he was doing; looking for ways to convince her she needed improvement, but that only a few more lessons with him would change her forever. Her face fell on cue, the perfection of her act only broken when he looked down as he rested a consoling hand on the bare skin of her thigh.  I couldn't hear the conversation, but I could follow the subtext. Now he was selling her on the idea of more advanced lessons, more expensive lessons. Hope, then loss on her face, on cue, she couldn't afford his prices, but she so desperately wanted to learn. She leaned back a bit, leaning down towards him. Now she was playing the reluctant ingénue, pretending to awkwardly seduce him, even as she played him like a fiddle. I wondered, just for a moment, how many layers to this game there were. His hands were a little too familiar. At first I thought he was playing along, and this was all for my benefit, but as I watched it became clear. They'd done this before, they'd played through this little scene, he'd already raised his rates and had already fucked her, probably every time she came in. This was a new hand, new stakes. Curious, I thought. She was biting her lip, afraid, unsure now. There! The nod of assent, the surrender to his demand, whatever it was. He rose to meet her halfway, kissing her fully, passionately, letting her respond. Her act was dissolving into reality now, but he was still playing the game, still seducing her; every action was designed to put her at ease, to lose her in the moment, the passion. You could see it in his deliberate reserve, almost rehearsed behavior. 

She stood, facing the windows, facing me, and he came up behind her, totally engrossed in her, focused on her like he might on a canvas. Her eyes were one me, on the window as his arms caressed her body, his lips on her neck. She melted into him as his hand groped her breast, palming the hard nubbin poking through thin material, she closed her eyes when his other hand pulled up the hem of her dress, stroking the bare skin over her sex; her hips grinding against his. 

He untied the spaghetti strap that held up the top of her dress, peeling it down her body, letting soft breasts swing free, bouncing slightly as she breathed deep. In a quick second he had her undressed completely, and as she stepped free of the discarded garment she turned and crouched before him, tugging at his jeans, freeing his cock. It was already hard, out only a moment before her lip locked around it, sucking it in, devouring him whole. He was enjoying her mouth on him, his eyes closed his head thrown back as she fondled and caressed him. After a moment he tugged his black t-shirt up and off, tossing it aside before pushing his jeans down and stepping free, never breaking contact with her mouth. I could see her hand between her legs as she sucked him. 

He smiled and said something, tugging her gently to her feet, pressing her back against the desk. She sat, then stood as he shook his head, turning her around. I tried to picture the conversation in my head, tried to imagine what he was saying, but I came up empty. Perhaps this had something to do with their deal? 

She bent over the desk, her breasts barely touching its surface. Her nipples looked hard enough to score the surface, and I could only imagine how they felt. He rested one hand on the small of her back, kneeling behind her, pressing his face into her sex, his nose buried in the crack of her ass. He ravished her with his mouth, his tongue. He was not gentle or slow, his every move vigorous, he coated her cunt and ass with saliva until her skin glistened. She moaned, wriggled against him, crying out in what appeared to be a small orgasm as he licked her thoroughly. I started to get an idea about what their deal was, though I could not begin to guess who's idea it really was. 

She lay limply draped over the desktop, relaxed and ready for more. She looked at him with bedroom eyes, completely into the moment now she had no attention for me. I didn't mind. He stood, his cock as hard as ever, angry and throbbing in his hand. 

To my surprise he angled straight for her ass, which was conveniently turned so that I had a good view of the action. He pressed the purple head against her tight rosebud, now slick from his tongue. Slowly, so very slowly he buried himself in her sphincter until his hips blocked my view. Her eyes were closed, moaning, crying out, her face wet with tears or sweat or both. After a moment she began to grind against the intruder, bucking slightly against him, experimenting. Her legs were tense, the muscles in relief against her taut skin, stretched out, she rocked using her ankles, her entire body moving against him. He stood there, luxuriating at the feel of her hot body swallowing his member. 

As she warmed up fully he grabbed her hips and began to piston into her, sodomizing her with obvious relish. I watched as she orgasmed again and again against him, writhing on the desktop like a woman possessed, her cries faint beyond the glass that separated us. 

Obviously worried about his stamina he pulled back, pulled out with a gasp. The look of dismay, of shock was obvious on her face even as she slid off the desktop to her knees, reaching for his cock with her hands, her mouth open and seeking his heat. He pushed her away, taking her hands and helping pull her to her feet. He led her towards the back wall, to a small loveseat against the wall. He sat, throwing himself into the cushions; his legs splayed out in front, his cock standing nearly vertical. He said something, evidently instructions and she nodded with a smile; slipping out of her wedges as she straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock, facing the window, facing me. 

He went into her ass easily now. She was loose and slick, all warmed up from before. When she was all the way down she flushed, bending over, hands on his knees as she ground onto him. I could no long see him, just his legs and the base of his cock where it met her flesh. His hands came up around her, squeezing her breasts, pulling her back. She nodded to something I couldn't hear, leaning back, bracing herself against his chest behind her, putting her bare feet up on his thighs. As she lifted herself up it occurred to me that this was so very, very much an act of performance that he had to have been in on something. Did he know someone was watching? Were then in on it together? I looked around, wondering if I was the one being played here, until I spotted the innocent looking security camera mounted above the wide window. Innocent but for the fact that in faced inward, perfectly tracking the events inside. Security cameras do not generally face inside the house... they face out. Layers upon layers. She was watching me watch him, he was watching himself watching her... every time he had looked out and not seen me it was because he wasn't looking out, he had been looking up.

His amateur porn star fucked herself silly on his shaft, unaware of this latest twist, her eyes screwed closed in concentration, her mouth open in a perpetual Oh. She worked him hard, fucking her ass against him with enthusiasm all out of sorts with her earlier reluctance, fully lost in the moment. I watched as she lost her grip on him in the throes of orgasm, her feet slipping off his thighs, slamming her down harder than expected, the bolt of lightning carrying her orgasm over into a whole new climax. As she shuddered and twitched he pushed her off of him, pushed her over onto the couch, onto her knees, her face buried in the cushion as he rose behind her, pulling her ass around to face the camera, and by extension, me. The soft seduction was over, she'd fucked herself, and that was over. Now it was his turn to fuck her, bent over, helpless and weak before him, her body entirely at the mercy of his pent up lust. His game was over; he'd gotten everything he'd intended; now it was his turn to claim his prize, to use her. I wondered if he would kick her out after he was done, of if he'd string her along for a little while longer. I wondered what her play was, either way. I wondered why I was still there, my cock burning inside my shorts, seepage soaking the front. I could have jacked off on his lawn; maybe she had wanted me too. I could have left and taken care of it elsewhere. Hell, I could have left and picked up my choice of beach sluts, and I knew a few who wouldn't even ask, who didn't seem to know the meaning of the word 'no'. 

Instead I watched as he took her ass, brutal and deliberate. He'd held back before, let her pick the pace, let her enjoy herself. Now he didn't. I could hear her yelling, pleasure mixed with pain, could see her bucking and thrashing under the abuse, under relentless climaxes that he tore from her body. If I listened closely I could hear the slap of flesh on flesh, see her ass cheeks turn red. I could see drops of sweat flung from his body. He came hard, going rigid, thrusting into her, his body flushing, muscles straining as he emptied himself into her. 

When he went limp he bent over her, whispering something, kissing her cheek. I thought of leaving then, the show was over, after all. He stood, pulling free of her, slapping her ass and staggering away, up the stairs, out of sight, out of mind. 

It was curiosity rather than lust that kept me there. I'd seen everything she had and more, how could the sight of her nude body lying limp and sweaty compel me any more?  She rolled over with a groan, a wince. She didn't bother with her wedges or her dress, nor did she head up the stairs. Instead she walked towards the glassy wall between us, ignoring the window and headed for the sliding door off to one side, headed outside. I stayed still, freezing in uncertainty. Had I deceived myself? Had I seen an invitation that wasn't there, an acknowledgement that was entirely in my own mind? 

What did it matter? Nothing would come of it but angry words, hollow threats. Nothing I couldn't handle. I waited. 

She walked outside, gloriously nude in the sunshine, in full view of any neighbors, even more than I was. I heard a car start in the distance, as she headed straight out across the open lawn, the soft grass curling around her bare feet. I could see a trickle of cum sliding down the inside of her thigh, hers or his I couldn't tell, didn't care. She stopped, not ten feet from me, arms raised as she stretched her arms overhead, not even looking my way. 

"He's headed out, he always does after we fuck. Going to brag to his friends, I expect, in a couple of hours he'll fuck some other bitch in heat, probably come back here in the evening to pretend to paint for a while before throwing a party." She spoke, addressing me indirectly. Her voice was soft, rich like chocolate, throaty with promises. It matched her, yet seemed totally at odds with her. 

"This is some sort of revenge then for you? Letting someone watch him?" I asked, incredulous. 

"Don't be silly. This is all for me. That was the best fuck I've had for a long time. I expect you'll do him one better. Knowing I was being watched, that was fun. And tonight, when you come to the party and shake his hand, that will be even more fun. The neighbors will see us, they will see you, and they will smile and nod politely. He'll never know he is shaking the hand of the man who cuckolded him with his latest conquest on his own lawn, right after he'd finished up... obviously leaving me unsatisfied. It's all a game, you see, and I'm the only player." Only now did she turn to look at me. "Now, have you seen enough or do you just like to watch?"

But you already know the answer, don't you?



The Game



This is a story in the "Completely Unsanctioned Quarterly Writing Contest - 'Crush Your Enemy Like a Grape'."

*

He heard her words. More importantly, he heard the tone of her voice. There was no way to ignore it. The passing storm had left the power out, and with the heat of summer, everyone's windows were open. 

But this argument was different than all the others. Jake Stanton tried to shut out the bellows of his neighbors. He had even switched rooms, trying to escape the sound of it. The rage he heard only incensed him. He had to fight the urge to go over there and pound Brad Jackson's face to pulp. 

Libby Jackson was a beauty. There had been a time when Jake would never have let the fact that she was married deter him. He would have taken what he wanted and left them to clean up the mess, but this one was different. There was something about her that made him want more than to win the game. He wanted her to come to him.

In the past, the Jackson's arguments had been one-sided for the most part. He would lay down the law and she would eventually capitulate. Not this time. This time, Libby was having her say. 

"Fat? I'm fat? You go to hell," she yelled. "I did it all for you, you and your high Catholic morals. I been breeding your kids for five years now. God knows I love my children, but I wanted to wait. You wouldn't hear it, you ass. No birth control in this house, you said. Three kids and one miscarriage in five years! How the hell am I supposed to be the skinny trophy wife you want if I'm always pregnant? You did this to me and I was weak enough to let you."

Not to be outdone, Brad yelled back, "You're a lazy bitch. This house is a mess. The kids run wild. I work my ass off to buy you everything you want and all I get when I get home is soggy grilled cheese and canned soup. What the fuck do you do with all my money?"

"I pay the bills!"

Each word she screamed was separated by a brief pause, each syllable punctuated with impotent rage. Jake tried not to look, tried not to see through that open window, but he had no choice. He was drawn to it like a spectator at a bloody train wreck.

Her face was red and her body shaking as she faced her husband in the center of their living room. Jake could see the way her chest heaved outward as she drew another breath.

"There isn't much left to buy you steak every night, Brad," she continued. "What do you expect with three kids? You don't have any idea how much it costs for food and clothes for them. You're never here!"

"Well, maybe," Brad retorted, "if you weren't so disgusting to look at, I'd come home more often."

Jake was on his feet, letting an unread book slide from his lap. The woman was shattered, the fight seeming to leave her. Her shoulders slumped forward and her hands covered her face. 

The man was pleased with himself, seeing how his barb had hit like a punch in the gut. Jake thought that Jackson would have done her a favor if he'd just shot her and got it over with. Libby looked to be crying, her curvy body shaking and shuddering.

Jake paced away from the window. He had his fists doubled, just itching to beat Jackson into a greasy spot. Once more, he stalked back to the window as he wrestled with his need to avenge poor Libby and take for his own. 

Libby's head came up; her hands dropped to her sides. Her face was utterly calm as her voice dropped so low that Jake had to struggle to hear it.

"No more," she said. "I'm done. I want you out. Get out and take the stink of your whores with you. Take your rules and your high-handed bullshit, take it all and leave. I can't live like this anymore. You hear? I want you out."

Brad took a step closer to her. Jake saw the way he tried to intimidate the woman, but she didn't give an inch. She even lifted her chin a notch higher when the man started to yell again. Jake knew a moment of pride for her, and a moment of blinding hatred for Brad.

"This isn't your house, fat ass," Brad yelled. "It's my money that pays for it. You don't contribute shit."

"I think you forget that it was my savings that made the down payment, Brad," she answered without missing a beat. "You didn't want to buy a home. You said it was too much of a liability, remember? I put the money down and I made every payment from that paltry pittance you call my allowance and the money I make selling cosmetics. Don't even think that you're going to take it from me or my kids."

"They're my kids, too," Brad returned.

"That's just a matter of biology. It takes more than sperm to make a father and you fell short years ago. Get out."

"Fine," yelled Brad. "Keep your house and keep the kids. In a month you'll be starving and on the streets. Don't bother coming to me for help because I'll let you rot."

She stood there for a long time after Brad stalked from the room. Her body was rigid, her face calm. She looked like one of those Greek statues, serene in her determination and resignation. Not even the noise her husband made as he rummaged through the house packing could move her. She only flinched once when he slammed the door on his way out.

That's when she finally fell apart. After the smoke cleared and the house was silent, she let it go. If there was anything Jake couldn't stand, it was to see a woman cry, and this one was crying buckets. He couldn't understand it. She was finally rid of the son-of-a-bitch. She was free. Why was she crying about it?

He was never one to get involved with other people's problems and he knew that this wasn't the time to start. The poor woman wouldn't welcome a visit from him right now. He clawed at his face, scratching at the stubble that he hadn't bothered to shave off this morning. The situation left him feeling like he should do something, but what?

Fuck this.

Snatching up his keys, Jake left the house. He thought that a drive would help to clear his mind and calm his anger, but two hours later, he returned feeling just as pissed off as before. He could see Libby's two older kids playing in their backyard. She must have gone to pick them up from wherever she'd left them earlier. 

Smart of her to get them out before the big showdown, Jake thought. Libby was a good woman, always looking after her kids and trying her best to be everything that was expected of her. He remembered the day she'd moved in with her firstborn still an infant in her arms. His memory of that day was that he didn't remember a woman ever looking so beautiful. 

Libby was quick with a smile, even when exhausted beyond words. But, as the song goes, a woman gets tired. Jake was sure that she'd reached her limit so many times before. This time, however, it didn't look like there was any going back. He hoped she didn't crack and let Brad back in her home. 

Things were only going to get harder for her. Knowing Brad, he'd probably throw up roadblocks for the woman everywhere she turned. The guy was a bastard. It was beyond Jake's powers of comprehension how Libby had ended up with such a loser. 

Jake shook his head at himself. Women were always his weakness. They were soft and sweet and smelled so good. They came in all shapes and sizes, everyone of them beautiful in her own way. They were always ripe and ready for his taking. 

It was true that Libby had gotten bigger over the years, but she wore it well. She was curvaceous and sexy, with a hint of gentle innocence that Jake found especially appealing. Brad Jackson had to be the biggest idiot walking.

Now she looked especially tired when she carried her baby outside. Jake watched her struggle to herd two lively youngsters toward the door while rocking the wailing infant, but she never raised her voice. That pretty smile didn't appear, either. The woman must really be hurting inside.

The next day, as he drove to the office, Jake decided he had to do something to help. He couldn't just sit idly by while her world crumbled around her. There had to be some way to help her without upsetting her or making her feel like a charity case. 

Her home didn't come cheap. It was smaller than most in his neighborhood. Even so, it was situated in an expensive area, surrounded by houses erected to be monuments to those who had "made it". It wouldn't be long before she would have to sell and move to something more affordable. 

Move? That would spoil his plans. He looked forward every day to seeing her in the yard with the kids and that pretty smile on her face. Now he finally had a chance to get close to her. He would have to do something to keep her from leaving.

Libby was going to need a job. That wouldn't be easy for her with three small children to look after. What skills could the woman possibly have for the workplace? He'd heard enough talk at the office to know that child care didn't come cheap. 

A plan started to formulate in his mind. It was just a glimmer of an idea that started to take substance as the day wore on. 

Jake's businesses were thriving. Among them, he owned a growing advertising firm he had started some ten years earlier. He'd built it on the premise that his employees were the backbone of the organization. Without them and their talents, he would just be another small fish in a big pond. 

Loyalty was a great commodity, and he earned that from his staff with the respect he gave and the benefits he offered. His new plan for Libby would add another perk for his people. All he had to do was sell it to her.

Jake didn't waste time. It wasn't in his nature. As soon as he got home, he walked across the lawn to knock on Libby's door. It was a harried woman that opened it. She looked as if she hadn't slept in a couple of days, but she was still beautiful.

"Hello, Jake," she said quietly. "I'm afraid Brad's not here."

"Fine with me. I came to talk to you. You got a minute?"

"Yeah. Sure," she said as she stepped back from the door. "Come in."

"I hope I'm not interrupting," he said, catching a whiff of food in the air. "I know it's mealtime, but this can't wait."

"No problem. Just let me check the kids."

After showing him to the living room, Libby disappeared down a hallway. He took the opportunity to inspect what he could see of her home. It was neat and orderly, as it always was the few times he'd been inside. The house was nicely furnished, comfortable without being flashy, with a homey feel. 

Satisfied with what he saw, he waited patiently for her to return. She didn't keep him waiting long.

"Now, what can I do for you," she said, directing him to a chair.

"I've got a problem and I think you can help me out," he said. "I have a productivity issue at my business."

"I can't imagine how you think I can help," she said.

"It's a problem with absenteeism. My employees complain about inadequate child care and it seems that they are forced to take time off to deal with it. I need an expert on this and I know how well you look after your own kids."

"I still don't see how I can help you, Jake."

"Now just hear me out. I want to start a daycare at my building. There's plenty of space in the basement. I know a contractor who can see about putting in the necessary facilities, but I need someone who can oversee the project and then manage the daycare."

"You can't be suggesting me."

Libby looked perplexed, almost embarrassed. He wondered what she was thinking, what it was that made her dark eyes look so scared.

"Yes," he said, "I am. I think you have what it takes to handle the project."

"Jake, I have no experience. The only jobs I've ever had were part time, and just whatever I could find to pay the bills while I was in college. All I've ever been is a wife and a mother."

"Yeah, but you have the experience that counts. You're a mother. And you have a college degree. Didn't you tell me once that you studied education? What more could you need?"

When she didn't answer, he decided to push a little harder, adding, "Unless you think Brad wouldn't approve..."

He watched her eyes, saw the way they hardened and gleamed. It was a dirty trick, adding her husband to the mix, but it was a card he knew would win the game. 

"Brad's feelings are no longer my concern," she answered coldly. "He doesn't live here anymore, Jake."

"I'm sorry, Libby. I didn't know," he lied. "I just wanted to help my staff. If you don't feel up to it, I understand. I pay pretty good, though."

He had her and he knew it. The light in her eyes was nothing short of beautiful as she calculated what the income would mean to her family. 

"I'll give it some thought," she said slowly. "To be honest, I could use a job right now. I'd have to find someone to care for my kids. They've never been away from me for more than a few hours. I'm not sure about that."

"Once the daycare is ready, you could take them to work with you. What better place is there than with their own mom?"

"True. All right. How much?"

"How does thirty-five thousand grab you?"

Libby gasped. Her eyes grew as big as saucers. It was pretty clear she wasn't expecting so much. The sum was small compared to what he was willing to go, but she seemed to think it was plenty.

"That's really generous," she said once she recovered her voice. "Why would you pay so much?"

"Because when you hire the best, you have to pay the price. Do we have a deal?"

Her face broke into a smile as she extended her hand, saying, "I'd be a fool to pass. Deal. When do I start?" 

"The contractor comes in next Monday. You start then by showing him what needs to be done."

With a shake of her small hand, the pact was sealed. Jake left her house with a feeling of smug self-satisfaction, knowing that everything was falling into place. Since the day he'd first seen her, he thought she was too good for the world in which she lived. Now, he would have the chance to show her that. Now, he would take her in hand and give her the life she deserved.

The following Monday found him walking the expanse of the previously unused basement of his office building. The contractor, Ed Gordon, had his head cocked to the side while listening to Libby's ideas. Jake wasn't at all sure he liked the way the man was looking at her. The genuine way he smiled at her and the way his eyes kept sweeping her body was enough to cause Jake to rethink the decision to hire him.

He'd known Ed since high school days. They'd played basketball and football together and had even been good friends at one time. Until Marla had come along, that is. Marla was new to the school and completely infatuated with Ed. 

She'd been the only girl that wouldn't fall over with her legs in the air for one of Jake's smiles. Jake was not a man to take that lying down, so he seduced her away from Ed. It was a juvenile thing to do and it had taken Ed a long time to get over it, but to Jake, it was just a game. Too bad Marla had taken it so seriously.

As contractors go, Ed came highly recommended. He'd built quite a reputation since returning to town only two years earlier. After high school, Ed had gone off to parts unknown. When he came back, Jake had been one of the first people he'd contacted, telling him that the past was dead and buried. 

Jake had hired him on other occasions, but it might be time to find someone new. It seemed the past wasn't so dead after all. Some of that old rivalry boiled to the surface. Only because Libby didn't seem to notice the man's attentions did Jake keep the guy on. 

She worked tirelessly. Rolling up her sleeves and doing manual labor didn't seem to faze her. When a crew came in to clean out the contents of the basement over the following days, she was right there with them. 

As time went on, equipment was ordered and walls were built. Jake had given Libby a small office near his own where she could interview prospective teachers and talk to parents within Jake's organization. She had taken to the job like a born leader. 

Through all of this, Ed went to her over every last detail. Jake watched his contractor use any excuse he could find to be near her. The man was shameless in his advances, but Libby didn't seem to notice. It wasn't until he heard through the company grapevine Ed had invited her to dinner that Jake decided to take a hand. 

"Libby," Jake said as he walked into her office. "There's a new talent coming to town tomorrow that I'm trying to hire. He and his wife will be here all night and I was wondering if you would act as hostess while I try to convince him to take my offer." 

"Tomorrow? Wish I could help, Jake, but I've got plans," she replied while looking up from her paperwork. "If it was any other night, I'd be glad to help."

"It can't be any other night, Libby. I only have tomorrow night to convince him. Besides, it's right up your alley. They got three kids and you could help convince them that this is the place to raise them."

"I'm sorry, but, like I said, I already have plans."

"That's okay," Jake said. "I understand. Your personal life comes first, and why shouldn't it? I'm sure I'll muddle through, somehow."

"Oh, please, Jake. If you don't get this guy, I'm sure there are a dozen more to take his place."

"Not with his client base," Jake said. "I was hoping to -- well, it's nothing for you to worry about. I'm sure you're right. Things will work out."

As Jake turned to leave, Libby stopped him. He was never one to rise above a dirty trick. Not when it meant getting what he wanted.

"Jake, is there something you're not telling me?" she asked softly. 

"Ah, hell," he said as he put on a disarming smile. "Just a rough patch. I'll manage."

"Is your company in trouble?"

He let the smile fade. It only took two steps to close the gap between them in the small office. Standing so close to her, he could smell the light fragrance she wore. It mingled with her own scent, the combination giving him the urge to touch her. But that would scare her off.

"I won't lie to you, Libby. I could use your help. I really need this guy."

"It's as bad as all that?"

"We lost a major client yesterday. This is still a small company. We can't afford to lose any more. I was just hoping we could cash in on this guy's connections, that's all."

"All right, Jake. I'll go, if you really think it's important. You know I'll help you any way I can after all you've done for me. I'll just have to make a call to cancel my plans."

"That's my girl," Jake said through a toothy smile. "I knew I could count on you. I'll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice. You do have an evening dress, don't you?"

He didn't wait for an answer. The perplexed look on her face said it all. It didn't matter to him what she thought. By the time the next evening was over, she would be eating out of his hand.

He'd watched her blossom over the past weeks. Every day had shown a new facet to her personality, and a new reason for his attraction to her. He liked the way she looked after her kids. There was something about a mother that seemed to him to be more sexy than anything the hard-nosed career women he knew could offer. This, he decided, was the woman for him. 

Without a moment's hesitation, he knew she would feel it too. Jake just had to get her outside the work environment and away from her kids to show her. Libby was a woman that needed some coaxing, but she'd come around.

The next night, dressed for the evening, Jake walked across the lawn to knock on her door. She looked good enough to eat wearing a black dress that left just enough to the imagination. After turning to give the babysitter final instructions, she picked up her wrap and purse and stepped through the door. 

Jake led her back to his house. Instead of walking her to his car, he held his front door open, waving a hand at the interior. 

"What is this?" she asked as she eyed him with suspicion. "I thought we were supposed to meet that guy."




The Game



"To be honest, he signed on this afternoon. This is a celebration."

"Jake, I wish you had told me. I had to pay a babysitter. I better go send her home."

He reached out a hand to stop her. All he had to do was get her inside his house and she'd see that he was the one for her. 

"Please, Libby," he said with a cajoling voice, "come inside. I have dinner waiting." When she hesitated, he added, "I'm in the mood to celebrate and I've no one to do it with. Just come in and eat. I don't want to be alone."

With a sigh she took a step forward. "All right, but just for a little bit. I have to get back to my kids."

"Of course."

Jake ushered her inside, hiding a triumphant smile. She was his now and there was no stopping fate. He inhaled her fragrance as she walked by him. She smelled of soap and the softest hint of perfume. The way she looked, the way she smelled could only mean that she'd gone to a lot of trouble to make herself alluring for him.

He had candles lit and the lights turned low. Miles Davis was on the stereo and wine was chilling in a bucket near the fireplace. The scene was set and the players were in place. 

Appetizers were served in the living room. As he poured the wine, he asked her to have a seat. Libby seemed confused, acting as if she was uncomfortable, but Jake knew different. She knew exactly what was happening and he was going to oblige her. 

His fingers touched hers when he handed her the glass. Libby's hand jerked, sloshing the wine onto her dress. Ever the gallant host, Jake was at her side, dabbing at the stain with a napkin. Just beneath the black silk of that skirt was the prize that he longed for and he thought he showed amazing restraint by not grabbing for it.

There would be time for that later, when she was more relaxed. As it was, she pulled her lap from under his hand. Her body's posture was one of rebuke, but her eyes said something different. Oh, she played at being annoyed, but that was all part of the game.

It was a game that Jake enjoyed, cat and mouse over hors d'oeuvres. She would pretend to be offended and he would be cajoling, teasing and glib. Then, when she tired of the game, she would surrender to the obvious victor -- him. 

"Let's eat," he said after their second glass of wine. "I don't think I've ever seen you look more beautiful than you do tonight. I'm glad you're here."

As he extended a hand to her, she drew back and set her glass on the coffee table.

"Jake," she said slowly, rising to her feet, "I think you have the wrong impression here. You're my boss. I work for you."

"Yes, and?"

"And I don't think this is at all appropriate. I can appreciate the trouble you went to and all, but I'm going to leave now."

"Ah, Libby, don't be like that," he said smoothly. He took a step forward to take her hand and pull her toward the dining room.

"I'm serious," she said as she pulled her hand back. She was glaring at him now and he wasn't sure he liked it. 

"Libby, is it so wrong for a man to want to spend an evening with a beautiful woman? I know you have to put on a show because of our situations, but don't you think you've carried it far enough?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Jesus, Jake. Just because you gave me a job doesn't mean you have a right to expect me to roll over for you. Get something straight right now. This isn't an act. I'm insulted and I'm angry. I'm going home."

"That's right," he said. He was feeling very annoyed himself. "I gave you a job. I created a job for you, even. Where would you be without my help?"

"Your hel...? Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the guy you owe your living to, babe, and it's time you started showing a little gratitude."

"Excuse me?" Libby's voice was shrill as took a step back, working her way around the coffee table. She was heading for the door and not taking her eyes off Jake. 

"Where do you think you're going?" he yelled as he lunged for her. 

They tumbled together, landing on the couch with him on top. He pinned her wrists in one hand, using the other to reach inside the neckline of her dress.

"Get off me!" she screamed. 

Libby nearly succeeded in connecting her knee with his groin. His reflexes were sharp, though, and he deflected the blow with his thigh. He managed to get inside her bra and let his fingers pinch and pull at one ripe nipple. 

She gasped in shock, fighting in earnest now. Jake had to wonder what kind of game she was playing. He thought she was taking it way too far. 

"Get off me!" she shrieked again. "You bastard. I'll call the cops, do you hear?"

Her voice was silenced when he ground his mouth against hers. He forced his knee between her thighs, tearing the fabric of her dress. She screamed again, digging her nails into the side of his face. 

The sight of his blood on her fingers made him stop, if only for a minute. Jake was past irritation now. The crimson that stained the flesh of her hand flooded his vision, distorting his mind with rage.

"Bitch," he said through clenched teeth. His hand shot out, striking her across the cheek. 

Libby was finally stilled. The fight left her like the wind from a deflating balloon. She sagged against the couch, her eyes glazed and dimmed. 

He stood then, shucking off his jacket and dropping it on the floor. As she tried to gather her wits once more, he opened his fly, releasing a rock-hard cock that brought a new fear to her eyes. 

She tried to get her feet under her, but Jake knocked her back against the cushions. With one yank, he ripped open the front of her dress. The skin underneath was soft and pale and begged to be touched. There was something about a woman in a black lace bra that set his blood on fire.

Libby fought once more. Her hands lashed out, her fingers curved like deadly talons. He caught them easily and pinned them once more over her head. With his free hand, he grabbed the hem of her dress, tearing the cloth farther along the side as he yanked it up.

The only thing between him and his prize was the thin lace of her underpants. He made short work of them while she screamed in horror. Jake paid her no mind, not caring anymore if it was all a game. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her naked pussy.

Settling himself between her legs, he prepared to ram his cock home. Instead of burying himself deep in her writhing flesh, he found himself flying backwards through the air. Libby had stopped screaming by the time he hit the floor and it took him a minute to figure out what had just happened.

Jake gave himself a shake to clear his mind. When he looked up, it was to find Ed Gordon standing over him. The man had murder in his eyes and his fists doubled for a fight. 

Thinking it was in his own best interests to remain where he was, Jake did his best to haul his pants up over his ass and stuff his withering dick inside. He didn't take his eyes off Ed, even when the other man turned to speak to Libby.

"You okay?" Ed asked. "Did he...?"

"N-no," she stammered in reply. "You got here just in time. I couldn't get him to let me go." She was pulling at her tattered dress in an effort to cover her body.

"Your face... Jesus! Did he beat you?"

"I only hit her once," Jake interjected as he pulled himself to his feet. "The bitch had it coming. Look what she did to my face. I'll probably be scarred for life."

It was a sound punch to the nose that sent him sprawling again. He was still trying to get his bearings back when he heard a cacophony of crashing dishes and glassware. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ed walking from the dining room. He was carrying the cloth that had been covering the dining room table.

Without bothering to glance in Jake's direction, Ed wrapped the tablecloth around Libby. He pushed her toward the door as he told her to go home and wait for him. 

"What are you going to do?" she asked with eyes full of fear.

"I'm going to talk to him," Ed replied as he pushed her toward the door. "This has been a long time in coming. Go on home. I'll be there in a minute."

Libby looked doubtful, but pulled the table cloth tighter around herself and disappeared through the door. By the time Ed had turned back, Jake was on his feet with blood from his shattered nose dribbling off his chin.

No words passed between them as they squared off. Jake took a swing, landing a blow on his opponent's jaw. Ed barely flinched. He snatched Jake by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall behind him.

"Fucking asshole," Ed said, spraying Jake's face with spit. "You got any idea how long I waited to tear you apart? I shoulda killed you for what you did to Marla. She didn't tell me until years later, but I shoulda killed you then."

"You think I care what that lying bitch said?"

That was the wrong thing for Jake to say. Ed was bigger, and spent most of his time doing the kind of work that Jake always shunned, real manual labor. When Ed's fist collided with his gut, Jake felt as if he'd been hit by a truck.

Ed didn't let him fall to the ground, but held him up against the wall. "You're the only lying piece of shit around here, Stanton. There's no mistaking a woman who's been raped. It kills her off in pieces and I saw that death when she told me about it. I knew you'd pull the same crap with Libby. That's why I came looking for you. I knew it the minute she told me why she had to break our date. Just couldn't wait to get your hands on her, could ya? It's just another one of your fucking games."

Ed punctuated his words by beating Jake bloody. He alternated his punches between body and face, and when Jake finally fell to the floor, he kicked him. 

Jake tried to stand, tried to swing back, but Ed kicked him again. He finally had to give up. He was beaten and he knew it.

"Just lay there and bleed, asswipe," Ed said between panting gasps. "You're gonna pay for what you did to Libby and Marla and all the other women who were unlucky enough to meet you. I'll see to it, you son-of-a-bitch."

That was Jake's last memory before the lights went out. The next sensation he had was that of icy water hitting his face and body. The shock of it pulled him from the black void of unconsciousness to the pained reality of a new day.

"You're a lucky man, Stanton," he heard Ed's voice say through the haze of pain.

Jake's first impulse when he opened his swollen eyes was to clamp them shut again and hide from the morning sun streaming through the windows. Ed, on the other hand, wasn't going to let him indulge in such a luxury. 

"Get your ass up," Ed growled. He lifted Jake by his shirt, tossing him at a chair before taking a seat on the other side of the room.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" Jake asked while righting himself. "Didn't you get your pound of flesh last night?"

"Not even close, asshole," Ed said. "You and me got a lot to talk about, so listen up. I was all for turning you over to the cops, but Libby wouldn't hear it. Seems she's afraid that her husband will use what you did to her last night against her in court."

"Yeah? Smart woman. Maybe I'll give ol' Brad a call today and see what he thinks of his wife..."

"You're not going to do anything," Ed bellowed, "except exactly what I tell you. Now shut up and listen. You're going to stay away from that woman. If you don't, I'll slip in some night and cut your balls off."

Jake felt the first lurch of real fear in the pit of his belly. Somehow he knew Ed would follow through on that threat.

"She doesn't want to live in her house anymore," Ed continued. "She wants to move and you're going to pay for it. Got that? Every dime of it. The first thing you're gonna do is buy her house." He let the words sink in a little before he added, "at twice the market value."

"Are you crazy? Hell no, I won't," Jake yelled.

"You will, and you'll do it through that dummy corporation you started last year so that she doesn't know the money's coming from you."

"How did you know about that?" Jake asked, feeling that knot of fear growing throughout his body.

"I've had my eye on you for a long time, Jake," Ed laughed. "I know all about your off-shore accounts and the illegal shit you pull to make a profit. You should learn to cover your tracks better." 

Jake looked at his old former friend with new eyes. He'd underestimated Ed for as long as he'd known him. 

"I see I got your attention," Ed said, laughing again. "I own your ass from here on out. Got that? After you buy her house, you're going to help her find a new job. You're gonna call in a few favors and set her up with something that will give her the freedom she needs to look after her kids and the income she needs to support them.

"She never finds out that it was you that did it. Got that, Jake? As far as she knows, she gets hired on her own merit. I'll act as the middle man. I'll steer her in the right direction. You just set it up and then stay out of the way. If she knows it's you, she'll never take it. Then you're gonna sell your businesses and clear out."

"Why the fuck would I do that? Why would I do any of it?"

"Because if you don't, I'll see you rot in prison."

"For what, attempted rape? Shit. It's her word against mine. I'll beat that rap."

"Hey, dumbfuck. There was a witness, remember? Me. I'll stand by her side and tell the whole sordid story of how I heard her screaming for help and what I found when I got there. I got a lot of friends on the force and in the court systems. I'll make sure it sticks. And while they're prosecuting you for that shit, I'll tip the federal boys off to a few of your 'other' activities. I wonder how your soft ivy-league butt will hold up in a federal pen."

"You got no evidence," Jake said. The stammer in his voice betrayed his lack of confidence. He was had and he knew it.

"You really are a dumbass, Stanton," Ed laughed, tossing a handful of photographs at him. "I got the goods on you. I even know your account numbers so don't think you got a snowball's chance in hell of escaping this one. You're going to take care of that woman and then you're getting out of town. And while you're at it, get out of the country. Go live in one of those countries that harbors sick fucks like you."

Jake looked in horror at the pictures, many of them showing him with various known criminals and even a few politicians. One photo showed him handing off an envelope to a local official. That envelope had contained a lot of cash. His hands shook so badly he dropped the pictures onto the carpet.

"Is that all?" Jake asked. He just wanted to soak his throbbing head and not have to hear anymore from the man that was destroying his life.

"No. Until Libby gets herself moved out, you're going to go live in one of those hovels that you rent out on the other side of town. I think you'll be more comfortable living with the rats that infest your apartment buildings. And I know she'll be more comfortable with you gone. Empty your pockets."

"What? What for?"

"I'm going to need money to help her out until she gets her new job. You're going to supply it. Empty your pockets."

With a pained grunt, Jake pulled out his wallet. He removed a stack of bills from it and handed them to Ed.

"There's only about $600 here," Ed said after doing a quick count. "It's a start, but she's going to need a lot more. You call my cell and tell me where to pick up the cash by tonight. I'm going back over there. When I come back in an hour, you better be gone."

Jake nodded, too tired and sick to answer more. He clutched his cracked ribs as pushed himself to his feet. What had just happened to his life? Ed turned toward the door with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"One more thing, Jake," Ed said as he turned back, "I got people watching you. These people don't wear suits to work every day and they won't think anything of cutting you to pieces and chucking you off a bridge. If you go anywhere near that woman again or try to leave town before I say so, you'll just be a bad stink in a field somewhere. If you still manage to get clear of them, I got a whole stack of pictures, videos and documents I'll turn over to the feds. There's enough shit there to put you at the top of America's Most Wanted. Don't fuck up."

Jake knew he was screwed. How could he have been so stupid not to see what Ed had been doing all this time? The man had been dogging his every step, plotting and planning revenge for something that had happened fifteen years earlier. 

Ed had no real interest in Libby. She was just a means to an end, and that end was Jake's. Caught in his own trap, Jake felt his carefully constructed world collapsing around him. His choices were limited; face Ed's thugs and become a fugitive from the law, spend the rest of his life in prison or do what Ed ordered. In the end, he chose to follow the rules of the new game. He lost almost everything.

It cost him a fortune to follow through on Ed's instructions. He sold his advertising firm for a fraction of its worth and disposed of his real estate with the same results. The price of the game had been too much, leaving him with just enough to get by in South America. He became just another nameless face in a crowd of anonymous assholes.

 Thanks for reading my first story. Several people came to my rescue when I confessed that I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Among them were Marsh Alien and SweetWitch. I'd like to thank them for their help.

Feel free leave me a comment so I know if I'm doing this right and vote accordingly. Thanks, Mark. 



The Game



Julia and I were married for two years and during our courtship we had experimented with a variety of sexual games. S/M, B/D, roleplaying and on two occasions, three-ways. Once with another woman and once with another man ... sort of.

The experience with the woman was what we've all come to expect: fun experimentation for Julia and fun fulfillment for myself. It was the first time for both Julia and the woman so there was a lot of giggling and eventually surprised gasps and sharp intakes of heated breaths. Very hot. I enjoyed it a great deal. But in the end, it was just sex. I had sex with two different women, each with their own smell and taste and one of whom I was in love with.

It wasn't until we invited another man into our sex play that I realized sex could become a much greater component of a person's identity. A deeper, more complete experience than I ever imagined. When a man loves a woman we are genetically predisposed to protect her and make her "ours". Sharing really isn't hardwired into our brains and that's not an excuse for men to cheat, it has nothing to do with that. It's that we want our DNA to continue; it's pure atavism. We see our woman as the vessel to help us continue our lineage and women choose which man is the most deserving of their womb.

So when a man's woman cheats or leaves him, it cuts to a level that is more than jealousy, it's more than ego bruising. It's deeply psychological. I'm not saying it's easier for a woman, but as I'm not a woman and can't presume to speak for the other gender, I will not begin here.

One night, I discovered this profound psychological crevice when we went to a party at a friend's house. She was having friends in town, a couple whom she worked with and asked us over for dinner. We obliged and arrived at her house expecting dinner, some conversation and then home.

When we arrived, Jennifer, our friend greeted us and asked us in where we met Gary and Susan (obviously not their names). Susan was a warm, attractive woman with a beautiful smile and lovely figure while Gary was a handsome, fit and charming man. They made a picturesque couple.

We sat and talked in Jennifer's living room for a time discussing politics, movies, and anything else that people who just met discuss without getting too deeply involved in each other's business. I noticed Gary was quiet and somewhat removed. I felt that maybe he needed to be encouraged to speak.

"Gary, what do you do?" I asked appearing to bore him before the final "do" in my sentence.

"I eat shit." Gary replied without a trace of sarcasm. "You?"

"I make shit. So I guess we're bound to be friends." I parried attempting to remove the sting of his answer.

Susan chimed in with an effort to be conciliatory. "Gary, do you have to be a jerk to people you just met? Give them time to know you before making them hate you." Susan then turned to us. "Sorry. He's just ... Gary. He drives a limo."

Julia and I both nodded politely and Julia continued. "Do you own your own ..." Before she finished Gary responded, "No. I work for someone else. I make fifteen dollars an hour and hate it. Next?"

Julia and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows as if to say "this is going to be a long night" before Gary excused himself. "I'm going out for a cigarette."

Jennifer overheard the conversation and couldn't resist coming in to gossip. "Susan is with him because he makes her come more than anyone else has ever."

"Jennifer!" Susan admonished.

"They're cool, Susan." Jennifer laughed, reassuring Susan.

Before I could change the subject, Julia, to my surprise, chimed in. "What does he do? I mean, that's so great?" She looked to my surprised face. "What? I didn't bring it up."

Susan looked to Jennifer and Jennifer responded to her silent question. "Told you. They're cool."

"Well." Susan began after peering down the hall to see if Gary was in earshot. "He ..." she pointed down to her crotch. "is a fucking magician. And I've had a few men do that to me. He is ... I've never had anyone better. It's like I'm his fucking musical instrument. I sing. I laugh. I scream. And then, what he does with his cock is nothing short of miraculous. Jennifer fucked him once."

"You did?" Julia asked with mounting interest.

Jennifer nodded as if she recalled the most delicious cake she'd ever tasted. "That boy is ... well, you can see Susan isn't in it for the conversation or the money. And Susan, any time you want to loan him out, please let me know."

Susan just smiled. Julia, who I noticed was a little flushed turned to me with excitement. "Sounds great. So he's the best you've ever had?"

Susan responded without even thinking. "Yes. He can make me come harder and stronger than any man I've ever slept with."

Gary came in and we all gathered around the table. I noticed Julia was flirting with Gary only enough so that I noticed and I felt the first stirrings of jealousy. Susan and Jennifer exchanged knowing glances to one another which only furthered my mounting insecurity. After dinner, we had drinks in the living room once again and the conversation turned, at Julia's insistence, to matters of sex.

"I love being on top." Julia said with a girlish smile.

"That's good, but I like getting fucked hard." Jennifer chimed in.

"That's for sure." Gary offered casually.

There was a pause before Julia, almost breathlessly asked Gary, "Do you think girls liked to get fucked hard? Or do you think they like it gentler. In your experience."

"Depends on the woman. Jennifer likes it hard and from behind. Then she likes me to pull her onto my cock with her legs spread wide. That gets her off. Right, Jen?"

Jennifer blushed and nodded as though living through it before our eyes. Gary continued. "Susan, well, she's more complex."

"Gary! We don't ..."

"Shut up! I'm talking." Susan quieted instantly although something told me they'd have a conversation about it later and only after he fucked her into blissful multiple orgasms. "Susan likes me to tease her. To make her want it because she doesn't know how to ask for it. So I pull each orgasm out of her gently. Until she begs. I find the things she likes and then I don't do it. I make her beg me to do it. Right, baby?"

Susan nodded, her breath quickening slightly at the thought of having this done to her later that evening. But before she could call it a night, Julia surprised us all.

"How would you fuck me?" The room fell into silence. Gary looked at her and then me. "I don't want a fight."

Julia answered for me. "He's not a fighter. Besides, we're just talking."

Gary appraised Julia as a butcher would a piece of meat. "You? You don't have a problem asking, from what I've seen so far, so I wouldn't make you beg. I'd make you come quick."

Julia laughed. "That's not insightful. Every woman wants that!"

"Not every woman wants to come quickly. Like Susan. Her orgasms are more powerful when I make her wait. You probably wouldn't like that. It'd piss you off. So I'd give you the first orgasm quick. Let you ride it out, that will make you more sensitive for the next one and then the next and then the next. You're a five orgasm girl. Easily."

I was getting upset. Not because he was so brazen with my wife, but because he was right. Julia demanded her first orgasm quickly so that the next one could build and then the next and the next. Sad to say that it had gotten to the point in our relationship that it was becoming routine. We both knew what we wanted and we gave it to each other with precision and complete predictability. How this guy knew it from one dinner was beyond me.

"So you think you can get me off quickly? You think that it'd be that easy? Pu- leeze. Most guys can't figure out where the vagina is let alone make a girl cum."

"Julia, I can attest to his abilities." Jennifer chimed in, still in her haze of sexual memories.

"Want to bet?" Gary asked, his face a mask of pure confidence.

"Yes." Julia answered without a trace of hesitation.

"How?" He asked. "I know how to get Jennifer off and Susan is probably wetting her panties right now thinking about how she's going to get fucked later. So that leaves just you, baby doll, and I don't think your husband will be too keen on the idea."

Everyone looked at me and I felt like I was 87 years-old. Clearly, I was the obstacle to this bet and I hated feeling this way. If I said no, I was the "old man" who didn't want to have fun and if I said yes ... well, at this point that wasn't an option. "Maybe we should just chalk this up to one mystery that will never be solved..."

"Hold on." Julia demanded. "We've been with two girls. Why is this different..."

"Hold on. I'm not having sex with your hus..." Gary started.

"You're not going to. All I'm saying is that I watched you get fucked by another woman! Why can't I just try this? Susan, are you okay with this?"

Susan smiled. "Oh, yeah. I love watching Gary get women off. As long as he comes home to me."

Jennifer suddenly got up excitedly. "We'll time it!" She took off her watch raised it in the air. Julia looked at me expectantly.

"Okay." I said. There was not getting around the parity argument. She did watch me fuck another woman. This, theoretically, was not different. "Fine."

Julia stood up and took her clothes off revealing herself to the room. I had seen her naked a thousand times and in that time I had grown accustomed to every beautiful curve and every sensual line and crevice. Yet watching her undress in front of another man was as though I were watching a brand new woman. A woman I had just met.

As Julia stood there in nothing but her panties she began to feel the heat building in the room as we watched not quite certain how to proceed, yet knowing it would. Gary just sat there watching.

Julia spoke, this time with more breath between her consonants. Her nipples rising with the expected sexual challenge. "Okay. You have five minutes to make me come. If you can't, you can't cum for a week." She looked as Susan who just shrugged and added, "I don't care as long as it doesn't stop him from fucking me."

Gary nodded, assured of his talents. "I'll wear a cock ring. But what if I win?"

"What do you want?" Julia asked expectantly.

Gary pointed to the stairs leading to the upstairs bedrooms. "I take you in Jennifer's room and I get to fuck you how - and for how long - I want. You'll be my fuck toy."

Julia swallowed hard. "Okay." I felt my stomach drop.

Gary got to his knees before Julia and gently pulled her underwear off, his face level with her now exposed pussy. He slid her garment down to her ankles and pressed his mouth to her labia. She gasped and flipped her hair with hand so she could see him. Gary looked up and smiled.

"Please sit on the couch so I can suck on your clit." These words made Julia's eyes narrow with excitement and gasp slightly before turning and laying on the couch. She sat upright in the corner and opened her legs in a sensual invitation to her nemesis.

"Should I start now! I was so engrossed!" Jennifer shouted.

"YES!" Julia, Susan and I shouted in perfect unison.

Gary sat on the couch next to Julia and gently opened her legs. He ran his hand on the inside of her thigh up to her pussy and delicately opened her lips. Julia's expression was intense. Her mouth opened slightly and her breath began to elongate into small, almost imperceptible moans. Her chest became flushed also as Gary stared at her expression running just his thumb up and down over her lips, ever so often he would swirl his thumb over Julia's delicate clitoris. Julia raised her eyebrows as if to say "that all you got?" I thought five minutes would not be a problem but was still jealous watching the two of them share such intimacy.

Gary smirked and then leaned in to begin his erotic assault on her pussy. He grabbed both her legs roughly and pulled them over his shoulders and put his tongue squarely into her wet and wanting pussy. Julia gasped out loud as her body contracted to the jolt of pleasure. Gary wasted no time as he lapped her pussy from top to bottom, only stopping at the top to swirl gently over Julia's clitoris. Each time he did, she bit her lip to stifle a sigh, a moan, a gasp.

"One minute." Jennifer whispered. Julia threw her head back and moaned as I watched Gary slowly take her clitoris into his mouth and suck on it as though it were a nipple.

"God he's incredible." Susan said quietly.

Julia again cleared the hair from her eyes and they met Gary's. She now looked at him with a heated determination I'd seen when we had particularly hot fuck sessions. Now she shared that look with him and I hated it. It also made me incredibly hard.

Her hips were bucking slightly now, matching the rhythm of his persistent clitoral stimulation. "Fuck." She whispered. Her hands gripped the couch in an effort to regain control, but still her hips rocked in unison with his persistent and seemingly talented tongue. Her ass and thighs tightened uncontrollably to meet his lips and tongue. 

"I'm going to make you come, Julia." Gary smiled between laps.

"Fuck you." Julia said with a tight smile.

"Soon enough." Gary dove down into her pussy again and this time he placed a finger inside. Julia turned her head sharply and our eyes met. "Oh, God!" She burst out towards at me as if to ask me for help, but there was nothing I could do. Julia continued to stare at me as this stranger fucked my wife's now wet and swollen pussy with his finger. "I'm trying, baby." She said to me in between breaths. "But Jesus, he's good." He then began to stimulate her g-spot and Julia moaned. It was a long, low satisfying moan and turned her attention once more to Gary. He looked up at her while sucking on her clitoris and smiled.

"Two minutes." Jennifer again whispered.

Gary was now gently licking her clitoris and stimulating her vaginal walls with his finger. Julia's breasts started to heave with a mounting flood of excitement, her nipples, the quickest way to orgasm, were red and swollen and piercing the air begging for attention. Gary looked up and smiled. With his other hand, he gently pinched her right nipple and her legs shot out as she moaned intensely.

"Oh. She's a goner." Jennifer winked at me. "You're going home alone tonight. Oh, Three minutes, by the way."

Gary was now massaging her clitoris with his tongue, swirling slowly one way, then another and then up and down. His finger looked as though it were literally pulling her orgasm from within her pussy and his other hand softly squeezed and taunted first one nipple and then the next. Julia started to sweat, her bangs slightly moistened and her hips now grinding desperately into Gary's face. Her gasps were now short moans and cries as she gripped the couch back with her left hand.

"Oh, Jesus. What is he doing? Oh, Jesus!" Julia cried out to the ceiling, possibly asking God for mercy. Now I thought there was no way he would lose. Julia looked at me, her face straining. "I'm trying to hold n baby. I'm sorry. He's ... my God, he's doing things ..."

"Just let it go, honey. You can't fight it." Susan said from across the room.

Julia looked at me with renewed determination and then, suddenly her eyes shot open and she moaned in absolute pleasure. Gary was now putting another finger inside her pussy. Julia was thrusting her hips as he fucked her. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I can't ..."

"Four minutes..." Jennifer called.

Gary knew it was now or never. He smiled and stopped everything. He sat up and pulled his fingers from inside of her leaving her pussy wet and hungry for attention. Julia looked at him with complete shock and, to may surprise, crazed disappointment. Gary then leaned over holding her gaze and slowly and deliberately blew on her clitoris with the lightest breath. Julia lowered her head backwards and just sighed with a lustful gasp I had never heard before.

Gary smiled and then began licking her clit repeatedly, over and over again. Just a tongue on her clit. Julia was now on the edge of orgasm. Her eyes closed with every thought focused on preventing Gary from winning. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at Gary, her ass, and legs completely still, her arms gripping the couch with all her might. "You mother fucker!" She said with a quiet ferocity before her orgasm was ripped from her body at the edge of Gary's tongue. Her entire frame shook as wave after wave of ecstasy poured over her. Her moan was long and ferocious and her eyes never left Gary's as a look of complete amazement took hold of her facial features as if to ask "How did you do that?"

The room was quiet as Gary stood up and started to unbuckle his pants, his erection visible through the material. He turned to me, "Sorry, man, but I don't like guys watching me do my thing. Susan and Jennifer, that's cool, but not you."

Julia got up, still in a state of bliss and followed Garry up the stairs. She didn't even look back. Jennifer and Susan looked at each other, laughed and ran after them. I sat in the living for another twenty minutes as I heard Julia come over and over again from inside Jennifer's bedroom. At one point I even heard the words "Don't stop, Gary. Don't every stop!" come from her lips.

It was like being punched in the stomach a hundred times. God, I love her.



The Game



It was dark. The night was quiet as always, just about everyone had turned in surrendering to peaceful sleep, everyone but Melanie. She lie awake, staring at the shadows dancing across the popcorn ceiling. They made pictures and shapes that kept her mind focused on things other than sweet dreams.

Sighing, she flipped the covers off of her long legs and stretched them to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed for a second more. Tea, she would make some tea, and get back to sleep. Her husband was working late, he had been the past few nights. Some big important project at work, she hated that it was more important than her.

She didn't bother turning on the light in the kitchen, she'd know her way around if she were blind. She was filling the tea pot at the sink when she felt a sudden tingle run up her spine. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She looked up from the running water to look out the window, and saw something move, just past the pool. She turned the water off and ducked a little lower, still staring into the darkness. Suddenly she all but laughed out loud. She straitened up and put her hand to her forehead. Stupid paranoid delusions, maybe that's why she wanted him home.

Her back to the window, not giving it a second thought, she put the kettle on the stove and turned it to boil. She started rummaging through the cabinets for her night-time tea, that's what she needed. Melanie put the box of tea on the counter and pulled a single bag out to use in her mug, she'd better not need any more than that. Rounding the corner around the fridge she went to the pantry to get honey and sugar. When she returned she stood in front of the stove and dazed off looking into the pattern on the microwave.

Suddenly the kitchen was flooded with light, she whirled around in surprise at the motion lights outside, and was instantly covered in goose bumps. What if she did see something out there? Keeping her eyes on the back porch door she went cautiously to the French doors to make sure they were locked. She knew she already had, but she didn't want to take chances either.

Her mouth was becoming really dry as she made her way back through the kitchen to the side door on the porch, moving slowly, watching everything. That door was locked too. As she was turning to move back into the kitchen, the flood lights still cascading through the windows, she stopped dead in her tracks, and tears sprang into her eyes.

Across from the pantry, where she had been standing moments before, the garage door was slightly opened. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she moved across the tile. Passing the kitchen she took a short glance down the narrow walkway, surveying the usual scenery. It seemed like forever before she made it to the garage door, and as soon as she was close she lunged for it and slammed it shut, locking it as she pulled and throwing her back against the wall next to it. Her breathing was labored and she was surprised she hadn't started to perspire.

Melanie was so caught up in her thoughts she suddenly realized the tea kettle was whistling. It quickly snapped her out of unpleasant thoughts and she laughed at herself again. That door always pushed its self open a couple inches if you didn't close it right. She was scaring herself, and that was stupid. Gaining her composure she was about to push off the wall when the whistling stopped.

The floodlights had retreated their warning, and the house was dark and silent again. Melanie didn't want to breathe, let alone move. She didn't know where to go... someone was in her house. She looked to the right, but all she saw was the front door and the entry to the living room. She couldn't see into it, and didn't want to venture there just yet. Whoever was here had been in her kitchen last. To her left was the dinning room, which looked into the kitchen. She didn't see any shadows, heard no footsteps, and had no indication of where he was hiding.

Deciding the front door was her best bet, she could run outside and just start screaming, she kept her back to the wall and started sliding toward the door. She stopped in her tracks, she was making way too much noise, removing herself from the comfort of the wall she padded on her bare feet toward her only escape. As she got closer to the opening of the living room she quickly scanned the corners and shadows, not forgetting to turn and watch the dinning room as she slunk away from it.

Three feet from the door and closing, she turned to look at the dinning room once more, nothing had moved since she began her escape, and that made her slightly nervous. She whirled around and reached for the door handle, home free. But hit something solid before she got close. Caught like a deer in head lights she stared, horrified, into the eyes of the door opener. He didn't say a word, simply grinned back down at her. She drew in a breath to scream, but he had one hand over her mouth before she got a sound out, the other went around her waist, pulling her to him.

"Now, you be a good little girl, and I won't have to hurt you," he growled the grin never leaving his face. Tears splashed over her eyelashes and down her cheeks. She shook her head weakly, pleading with him to be a bad dream. Pleading with herself to wake up. The intruder licked his lips as he leaned in and took a big whiff of her hair, she closed her eyes and tried to turn away, but his grip matched his strength.

"You really smell pretty," he said as he started pulling her across the living room toward her bedroom. Her eyes went wide, if they could get bigger, as she realized he wasn't there to rob her. She started to struggle, she tried to kick and beat him with her fists, but it was as if he were made of steel.

He lugged her into her room and closed the door behind them leaving the house as it was, dark and quiet. The only evidence of disturbance was the tea and kettle set out in the kitchen, but that would go unnoticed to anyone but her.

Melanie was beside herself with fear, what the hell was she going to do? Her husband probably wouldn't be home for hours, she wasn't strong enough to put this man off. Her mind was reeling with questions and possible answers, so much so that she had been more compliant than he thought she'd be.

"Don't you be thinkin up ways to escape, I'd hate to have to kill you when I'm done," he said gripping her slightly tighter, than removing his hand from her mouth. She opened her mouth to say something but that same hand was at her throat, constricting her breathing. She made choking sound to try and get him to loosen up, but he erupted in a gut busting laugh instead. "You little actress."

He spun her around in his arms and planted her face first on her bed, bent over at the waist, his hand on the back of her neck she couldn't move, she started to cry. He didn't say a word as he pushed her hands above her head and roped them together. He'd had the knot prepared, he simply put her over her hands and tightened it, wrapping it around her wrists a couple times. He took a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, she yelped in surprise and pain.

"I'll fix that right now," he slapped a piece of duct tape over her lips and pushed her back down to the bed. "Don't. Move." She was afraid to disobey. Against everything her mind said her body couldn't move. She was slightly ashamed she didn't try and get up, didn't try and run. She was just too scared. Then she noticed he was rummaging around in a bag, that wasn't hers. He must have brought his own.

Melanie watched him pull out something that looked like an exercise tool. She watched him open the bedroom door and put two pieces of it on the outside, hanging it over the top. When he closed the door the rest of the contraption hung on its own. He grabbed her by the waistband of her night shorts and pulled her up, planting her front on the door.

She struggled as he moved her arms up to attach them to this contraption. He did it with relative easy and backed up to view his accomplishment. Smiling wildly at what was before him he reached into his bag for something else. She tried to peak over her shoulder, but her arm blocked her vision. Then there was something cold at her shoulder, then nothing. He was cutting off her top, she groaned through the tape, he just kept making it worse.

When he was done cutting the shoulders of her tank top it slid down, exposing her pert round breasts. He reached around in front of her and grabbed a handful of each, feeling their weight, and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She broke, and started crying, her body raked with sobs. It only seemed to make it worse.

"Are you scared little girl? Well you should be," he whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna tease you, and spank you, and make you call me Master. By the time I'm done, Melanie, you'll be begging for it. You're gonna love it, little girl. So sit back, and enjoy." She could hear the smile on his lips as he spoke roughly. She almost couldn't believe it, did he really expect her to beg to be rapped? She'd just close her eyes, there was no getting out, and just bare it.

He trailed his hands down from her breasts over her stomach, pushing her shirt and shorts down her legs. He came back up and started to softly tick her little nub. Her body jerked against him, shoving her butt into his groin, it was then she realized he was already hard. He laughed slightly at her reaction and rubbed a little harder. She closed her eyes against the sensations. She wouldn't like it, couldn't. He was an intruder in her home, he was violating her... in a good way?

Her knees buckled under her and she tried to move away from him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, slipping a finger inside her. She couldn't stop the moan that wanted to escape her lips, the tape making it difficult for him to hear it, but he got the picture, and got a little more worked up. He worked his fingers in her opening, and his thumb over her clit, she eventually started grinding her hips against his hand.

He released his grip on her waist and reached up to pull the tape off her mouth. "If I take it off, don't you scream, or you'll be punished," he said sternly. She didn't even realize she was nodding in agreement until he started pulling the tape off. When her mouth was released she took a deep breath and let it out in a big swish. He chuckled a little and went back to work at her.

Melanie was embarrassed that she was reacting this way to such a situation, but it felt so good to be touched, and he was so good at it. She tried to picture him being her husband, and that was easy enough, until he tried to turn her around to face him.

"No," she protested, not wanting to have to look at his face. She twisted her body and pulled against him as he tried to take her arms down. When her arms were free she pushed against the door and shoved him backwards, then ran for it and tried to make it out the door. Suddenly she was yanked back by her hair, a yelp escaped her lips and he backhanded her so fast she didn't even see it coming.

Her face stung, and her vision wasn't as sharp as it should have been. She was light headed and couldn't focus on a thought. She felt her hands going above her head, but couldn't even pull herself together to be able to fight it. He finished strapping her to the door again and pulled something else out of his bag. It looked like some kind of pole. He stuck it between her feet, and clasped two more cuffs, one to each ankle.

"That was to get your attention. Now you're going to be punished. But remember, only bad girls get punished, so if you're good you'll be okay. Do you understand?" he asked in a tone that was almost that of a parent talking to a child. She felt belittled, the instructions were easy, yet she didn't know if she could follow them. But she nodded.

"No, you answer me. What did I say you were going to call me?" he asked grabbing her hair to make her look at him. He didn't pull, just pulled hear head up to make her look at his face. He could see a little distain in her eyes, and the hate written across her face. "What do you call me?" he asked tightening his grip.

It took all she could to inhale and spit in his face. She never looked away from him and was suddenly terrified by the calm on his face. He saw a flash of fear in her eyes, but she buried it quickly and he knew this would be fun.

He turned and grabbed something else out of his bag. He turned back to her, pulling the thin leather straps of his whip through his fingers. The defiance fell, and fear was all he saw. She looked at him, tethered helplessly, begging him not to hit her with it. She almost wished she could take it back.

"No, I'm sorry..."

She was cut off by him snapping the whip. "You're not sorry, not yet. I told you you'd be punished. After this, we'll see what you have to call me." He positioned himself in front of her, fingering the whip a little longer, watching her facial expressions prepare for pain, while trying to look strong.

Without warning he flipped the whip up and brought it down on her right breast. She cried out and arched her back, pushing her head into the door. Before she would recoil he'd hit her left one. She inhaled through a hiss and felt her right nipple starting to tingle, sending a shock all the way down to her clit. This could not be happening.

He hit her right one again, sending another shock, this one from both nipples. She opened her mouth to yell, but knew herself it sounded more like a moan. He grinned at her, knowing full and well she liked it. She looked back at him, the same hatred back, he knew she liked liking it.

Looking into her eyes and hit her once more across her left breast, and once across her stomach. By the time he was done she was breathing slightly harder than before, and he could actually see her juices dripping down her left. Here eyes looked tired, and her stomach seemed to tremble slightly. He dropped the whip and moved in on her, dropping to his knees and running his hands up the backs of her legs.

He reached out and licked her clit, one big long lap. Her head fell back onto the door and she didn't even try and hide the throaty moan that resulted. 

"So, you liked that?" he asked. "Tell me what you want..."

She groaned at him, and hit her head against the door again. She wanted to ask for it, she knew that she had might as well admit it. But she didn't want to call him Master, she didn't want to give that much away. She felt him start to squeeze the backs of her thighs, a warning. She took a deep breath and let it out, her body going limp against what held her. She didn't look down at him.

"Eat me, Master."

"Oh, no, I said you were going to beg for it," he said putting his lips over her hood and shoving a finger in her hole. He reached for the g-spot and flicked his tongue over her clit a couple times. She arched her back and pushed her hips into his face, she moaned and tried to lift a leg over his shoulder. He pushed her back against the door and looked up at her face.

"Ah, no. Please don't stop. Please..." she didn't even try and stop herself, she wanted him to make her cum in his mouth. It had been so long since anyone had paid that much attention to her like this.

"Please?"

"Please, Master. Please, I want to cum," she begged, she really hoped that'd be the only time, but doubted it.

He pushed his lips back into her and used two fingers this time. He quickly found her spot and soon she was rocking her hips against him feeling closer and closer every time he flicked his fingers. She started to tense up and was taking bigger gasps.

"Tell me when."

"Right there, don't stop," she took a breath, "Master." Delighted he worked slightly faster and she clenched around him and started speaking gibberish, he assumed about cuming, through her groans as her orgasm rolled through her. He stood and dropped his pants, pulling her hips out toward him.

"What do you want?" He asked positioning his hard cock at her opening.

"You, please. Fuck me, Master," she said pulling on her hand restraints, she pushed her hips out toward him, and he penetrated her in one swift motion. She dropped her head back and moaned at the feeling of him filling her. He started pumping, she was helpless, but just to stand there. He leaned in and bit her neck a little as he pinched one of her nipples. She was aroused by it all and was beginning to love his touch.

He reached down and started prodding one finger around her ass. She squirmed and started to protest. He gripped her ass cheek in one hand and said, "What?"

She didn't say anything, but lifted one leg a couple inches, as high as it would go, and allowed him access. He smiled and told her in a soft whisper, that she was a good girl. He traced her ass a couple times, while still fucking her, and pushed the tip in a little bit, she bit her bottom lip, but didn't move.

He played with her opening, stretching in and eventually getting a whole finger, he started moving them both together, harder, faster. She started moaning even louder and clenched her teeth together.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop, please. Master, I'm gonna cum," she let him know on her own accord, fully surrendering to him and what he had to offer. He grunted in response, signaling that he was close too. He pumped into her, and felt her muscles clench again. She put her head back and came all over his cock, he unloaded inside her and pulled his finger out. He thrust into her a couple more times, and stopped their rhythm.

Both of them were out of breath by then, and sweaty. He laughed and put a hand on her cheek. "You're a good girl."

She didn't fight it, didn't respond, just kept breathing. Eventually he started to put his things away. He let her hands stay tied and made her sit on the bed. He instructed her to stay put for 10 minutes, and not to leave the room. He said he had to leave, but he didn't want her following.

Once he had all his things he left, closing the door behind him. She heard the back door open and close, and went to work on her hands. It was fairly easy to get them undone, he'd loosened them a little for her. When they were all off she rubbed them softly and looked around the room. Not sure what to do next. Call the police? Call her husband? Call anyone? She decided a cigarette would calm her down first.

She went onto the back porch and saw him sitting there in the dark, in a corner. Nether of them moved, not knowing who should speak first. She kind of shrugged her shoulders and walked toward him, grabbing a cigarette out of the pack next to him. She lit it in silence, and exhaled once.

"So what'd you think?" she asked him handing him the pack and a lighter back.

"I liked it, you were awesome, babe," he said standing up, he wrapped his arms around her waist and they hugged. He released and held her back a little.

"I didn't hurt you? When I hit you like that?" He asked just to make sure. The game wasn't supposed to hurt.

"No, I'm fine. It was alright," she said swatting him away. "We're going to have to try another game though, or that one. I really think this could bring a spice back." She told her husband tenderly. He nodded in agreement. They finished their cigarettes in silence and went to bed together, snuggling under the covers, and loving their new game.



The Game



Eric, Tom, and Lisa are standing in Lisa's driveway looking at a brand new Chrysler 300.

"So whose car is it?" Lisa asked.

"It's yours." Eric said.

Lisa's eyes light up.

"Mine?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah...yours...we got it for you." Tom said.

"You guys got this for me?" Lisa asked.

"Yes, but there's a catch. If you want it you have to work for it." Eric said.

"What do you mean work for it?" Lisa asked.

"Oh I'm sure we could think of something you could do to earn it." Tom said suggestively.

Eric and Tom smile and Lisa blushes.

"You guys are horrible. There's no way I'm having sex with you just to get this car." Lisa said.

"We didn't think you would...we did come up with something else that you could do if you're interested." Tom said.

"You guys are pigs." Lisa said.

"Maybe, but we're pigs that have a brand new car to offer. Do you want it or not?" Eric asked.

"Hell yes I want it. Where are the keys?" Lisa asked.

Eric and Tom smiled.

"Easy now, if you want the car you have to play a little game." Tom said.

"Game? What kind of game?" Lisa asked.

"You'll only find out what kind of game it is once you start playing. Otherwise we'll give Amy a chance to play the game to get this car." Eric said.

"NO! Don't you dare give this car to Amy! I'll play the game...I'll play. What do I have to do?" Lisa asked.

"Go to your bedroom. You'll find a box on the bed. In the box you will find what you will need to play the game...as well as the first piece of the puzzle." Eric said.

Lisa hurried inside to the bedroom. On the bed was a large white box from a department store. She opened the box and found a semi-sheer top, a short skirt, a bra, a pair of panties, a garter belt, stockings, and a pair of shoes.

"Well...this certainly makes for an interesting start to the game." Lisa said.

Lisa quickly changed into the outfit that had been left for her and then she looked at the note that was also in the box.

"The bell tolls for thee...stones for all to see. Find the man with No last name...do what he asks to continue the game." Lisa reads.

Lisa thinks for a minute.

"Bell tolls for thee...stones for all to see. That has to mean the cemetery." Lisa said.

She walks out to the driveway where Eric and Tom are waiting in Eric's car.

"So...where too?" Eric asked.

"The cemetery." Lisa said.

They drive to the cemetery. Eric drives slowly.

"The bell tolls for thee...I guess that probably means the bell in the old church...let's go over there." Lisa said.

They drive over to the old church and get out.

"Okay...find the man with no last name." Lisa said.

She starts looking at the grave stones around the church. They all have last names on them. She's getting frustrated when she sees an old Asian man that appears as if he works at the cemetery.

"Excuse me sir...maybe you can help me. I'm looking for someone with no last name." Lisa said.

"My last name No." Jiro No said.

"Oh...your last name is No. Okay. Then I'm looking for you. I'm playing a game. I was given a clue that said to find the man with No last name and do what he asks to continue the game. Do you know what I'm talking about?" Lisa asked.

"Yes...I know the game. I have next clue." Jiro No said.

"Can I have it?" Lisa asked.

"To get clue you must give me your skirt." Jiro No said.

"My skirt? No way." Lisa said.

"No skirt no clue." Jiro No said.

Lisa looks at the first clue again. It says that she has to do what he asks to continue the game. 

"Okay...I'll give you my skirt." Lisa said.

She unzips the skirt, let's it drop down to her ankles, picks it up, and hands it to Jiro No. In return she gets the next clue.

"There is a place where things are read...and you must whisper what is said. Near this place of many words...seek a woman feeding birds." Lisa reads.

She walks back to the car.

"We're going to the library." Lisa said.

Eric drives over to the library.

"Okay...I know this is the right spot...now where is a woman feeding birds? Can you drive around back?" Lisa asked.

"Does it look like there's a street back there? This is as far as the car can go." Tom said.

"Okay...if this is how the game is played...I'm game." Lisa said.

She looks around to see if anyone is in the area. When she doesn't see anyone she gets out of the car and walks around to the far side of the library. The back side of the library opens onto a park. There on the sidewalk behind the library Lisa sees a woman feeding birds. Lisa walks over to the woman.

"Excuse me ma'am, but I believe that you hold the next clue for the game I am playing." Lisa said.

"Ah yes...I will give you the clue in exchange for your blouse." Mary said.

Lisa looked around and when she is reasonably sure nobody is around she takes off her blouse and gives it to Mary. Mary gives Lisa the next clue.

"The end of each week finds you here...laughing with friends and enjoying a beer. Behind this house of laughter and brew...a good friend waits for you." Lisa reads.

Lisa walks quickly back to the car.

"So...where to?" Eric asked.

"The bar...John's Pub." Lisa said.

Again Eric stops in front of the building when Lisa needs to be in the back. A quick peak to see who's around and Lisa rushes behind the bar. Sitting on an old crate is her friend Sara. Sara smiles when she sees Lisa coming.

"I was wondering if you'd make it this far. If you want this...you've got to give me that." Sara said.

Sara held up the clue and pointed at Lisa's bra.

"The bra? Are you sure it's not the stockings or the garter belt?" Lisa asked.

"The bra." Sara said.

Lisa looks around and sees that they are alone in the alley.

"Okay...fine, take the bra." Lisa said.

She takes her bra off and gives it to Sara who gives her the clue.

"Permanently carved with a knife...Lisa and Mike together for life. There you will find a man and his hog...waiting by the path on which people jog." Lisa reads.

She thinks for a minute.

"That must be the tree out at the park where Mike and I would go back in high school." Lisa said.

Lisa covers her breasts with her arms and hurries back to the car.

"To the park...the far north side." Lisa said.

They drive to the park. The tree is a few hundred yards down the jogging trail. Lisa checks for people then gets out and hurries down the trail. She comes to the clearing where the tree is expecting to find a man and a pig. Instead she finds a large, tattooed biker sitting on his motorcycle.

"OH...that kind of hog. Hi...have you got my next clue?" Lisa asked.

"Yes I do little lady and it will cost you those panties you're wearing." Keith said.

"My panties?" Lisa asked.

"That's right." Keith said.

"Well...okay." Lisa said.

She has to unclip her stockings to get the panties off because she'd put the panties on first, but she takes off the panties and hands them to Keith who hands her the clue. 

"Go now to that beautiful place...the thought of which puts a smile on your face. There you will find a man in a hat...he'll give you the clue to find where the keys are at." Lisa reads.

She thinks for a moment.

"A beautiful place that puts a smile on my face...oh I know." Lisa said.

Making no attempt to cover her nudity; Lisa hurries back down the trail and gets into the car.

"Let's go to the lake; the meadow on the east side." Lisa said.

Eric drives to the meadow on the east side of the lake. Lisa gets out of the car and starts looking around. She sees a man in a hat standing by an easel. She hurries over to him.

"Excuse me...excuse me sir...do you have a clue for me?" Lisa asked.

William looks at Lisa as she holds one arm across her chest and the other in front of her crotch.

"Well...given your current state of undress I'd say that you must be Lisa. Yes...I have a clue for you. It will cost you the garter belt and stockings." William said.

Lisa quickly takes off the garter belt and stockings and gives them to William. He gives her the clue.

"One more step now and the game will be done...one more clue and the car you'll have won. You've come this far so it would be a shame if you lose...a man waits to trade you the keys for your shoes. He you will find near a place cold as ice...sweet victory is close I hope it tastes nice." Lisa read.

She thinks for a minute.

"Okay...cold as ice. Sweet...tastes nice...ice. Ice cream. He's waiting at the ice cream stand." Lisa said.

She runs back to the car.

"Let's go get some ice cream. To the ice cream stand near my house." Lisa said.

Eric drives to the ice cream stand. The stand isn't open and Lisa doesn't see anybody out on the street so she gets out of the car and quickly walks behind the stand. There she finds a man holding a set of keys.

"Well it's about damn time you got here. It was worth it though...for both of us. If you give me those shoes I'll give you these keys." Luke said.

Lisa takes off her shoes and hands them to Luke. He gives her the keys. She rushes back to the car.

"Okay...I got the keys...back to the house." Lisa said.

They drive back to her house. Lisa gets out of Eric's car and rushes over to her new car despite being naked.

"Your prize." Eric said.

Lisa unlocks the car and gets in the driver's seat.

"Was it worth it?" Tom asked.

"Hell yes. That game was exciting, scary, and fun! I'm gonna go put some clothes on and take this thing for a spin." Lisa said.

Lisa rushes inside the house. Eric and Tom shake hands.

"Well...that was a fun way to spend a Saturday morning." Tom said.

"Hell yes it was. I'm glad she was able to figure out all of the clues. I was afraid that one of them might have been too hard or she'd have thought it meant somewhere else." Eric said.

"I'm glad no cops showed up when she was naked like that." Tom said.

"Yeah...that could have been bad. Oh well things couldn't have worked out any better." Eric said.

Lisa comes running out fully clothed.

"Okay guys, let's go for a ride." Lisa said.

They take a ride in Lisa's hard earned new car.

"When we get back to the house we'll have to watch the video you shot." Lisa said.

"Oh so you noticed the camera huh?" Tom asked.

"You weren't exactly hiding the camera." Lisa said.

"I hope you aren't too mad at us about this." Eric said.

Lisa looks at her two life long friends.

"Nah...it's cool. It was actually pretty exciting. Besides...at this point you've both seen me naked already. Hang on boys we're gonna see what this baby can do." Lisa said.

Lisa floors it and the wheels squeal as the car accelerates. In a few seconds the only thing that can be seen are the taillights on the horizon. 



The Game



See, the thing is I'm a sucker for a good happy hour. If you have colorful drinks with too many ingredients, served in frosted martini glasses, and then you make them half price, I will find a way to get there. 

Even if it's in Queens. 

I don't normally leave Manhattan unless it's a dire emergency, but my girl insisted I had to see this bar in Astoria, "sexy," she said, "velvet couches, classy artwork, yummy cocktails, dark. You'll love it." And she was right, except not-sexy in that we both left alone.

So now I'm on my way home from Queens at midnight on a Monday, waiting on the platform of the N train. My nipples have been hard all night and it's a long way to Brooklyn and I want someone to play my game. People who stay to play, people who lock my gaze and don't back down to my little power trip, my favorite way to start or end the day, those people are real city people. They earn my respect. They get me wet.

I spy you right away, leaning up against a lamp post near the end of the platform, reading... the Village Voice? Oh, ha, the Onion. This is fun already.

I start the game here, on the platform, though it's not fair since you don't know you're playing. You don't have music in your ears and you're not wearing a hat, your collar isn't popped up so you didn't just come from the Beer Garden, messenger bag but it doesn't seem to be concealing a laptop. The way you stand makes your hips jut out. Leading with your pelvis. Nice. Relaxed, but your own style. You would never shop at American Apparel and you never have never worn a trucker hat. Your shoes look European. 

The train whooshes and grinds into the station. I let you get on first, you nab a seat at the end of a bench and I cozy up across from you, not that you notice. At the other end of the car sits a sad looking old lady with five woven plastic tote bags bursting at the seams, and a little kid who is way too young to be out this late. Two cars from the front, no conductor to bug us. Stand clear of the closing doors, please. 

I can't help it, I jump in right away. Your hair is falling across your field of vision like it has nothing better to do and you're reading a fake newspaper like it's King Lear, but there are no fake military patches on your faded green jacket, you don't have a wallet chain, there's nothing about you that I can make fun of to a girlfriend later. The lines of your face are striking, your eyelashes are long enough to bother your bangs when you blink, and you are grinding your teeth just a little which makes your jaw quiver. I quiver too.

You're so stubborn! I toss my hair, I squirm, I cross and uncross my legs, which only makes me hotter. My nipples are so hard they hurt.  Look up. Look up. Look! 

You jerk. You're in for it now. 

I reach up and trace my fingers around my collarbone, fiddle with my necklace. You blink. Your hair twitches. Your jaw pulses. Fuck you, look at me.  I put on scented hand lotion. I dig through my purse. I pretend to look at my watch, even though I don't have one on. Nada.

I see how you are.

I slowly uncross my legs and slide forward on the blue plastic seat. Just slightly. You might not even notice that I'm not wearing underwear. If I stood up now, I'd leave a damp spot on the seat. The train stops at Broadway, the other people on the car beat their retreat, and we're alone. I make my next move, reaching into my blouse, sliding my fingers into my bra and . . . Yes! As if on cue, you look up with those sexy eyes.

Game on. 

One eyebrow? That's all I get as I'm staring at you, my legs apart, lips apart, pinching my own nipple, you fold your paper and raise your eyebrow? You think I'm chicken? You don't know who you're up against, buster. I bite my lip at you. You smile, tilt your head to the side slightly, slide forward in your seat, and rest your hand squarely on your crotch. Time to double down.

I've got your eyes, but I can see that you're moving your hips to readjust and rubbing your crotch. My my, have you done this before?  I lick my lips and slide my skirt up, feeling my slick cunt sliding on the MTA seat. It's fucking nasty, and I love it. I'm so hot and I've been squirming and my wetness has traveled all the way up my crack and the subway doors open and I can feel a little breeze on my butt. 

You hold my gaze, and stroke yourself more intently. The doors close.

Right hand still on my nipple, I reach down with my left and stroke my thigh. You're hard already, god, I can see you straining through those cute pinstriped slacks.  I smile just a little, because no matter how this ends, I win. 

You are bold, aren't you, challenger? Still with your eyes on mine, you unzip your pinstripes slowly, carefully, shift your hips just so, and your cock is free. My hand wastes no more time on my thigh and I try to stroke myself slowly to put on a show, you've earned it haven't you, but I don't know how long I can be the pace car. My right hand abandons my breast to hold myself open for you so you can see everything, my everything, see how wet and wanting I am, ,see how red and throbbing my clit is, see how dirty I am touching myself on the train for you. Your stroke quickens, and I can see the first of your juices have risen to the top, gleaming on the head of your cock, making it look purple in this excellent MTA lighting.

You jack yourself intently as you stare me down. I'm grinding on my fingers, sliding on the seat, my chest up and down and up and down with my breath.  I steal the quickest fleeting glimpse to really see your cock, and you go "HA!" 

"Fuck you, 'Ha,' what do you mean by that?" You are on your feet in front of me, holding on to the subway pole with one hand and stroking your pole with the other, right in my face. 

"I win, miss." I draw in my breath. That accent. I knew those shoes were European.

"Like hell..." I start, but with your cock in my face and that voice in my ear, my heart is no longer in the game. You offer your bulging erection to me like a gift, and reach down and push my hair behind my ear. We're at Queensboro Plaza, the subway doors open and close as you stroke your cock in my face, and the train speeds up. We're going under the river, and from the way you look at me you must also know we've got a couple of minutes here. In one very smooth move, you sit next to me and scoop me into your lap, I'm astride you, you nudge my opening just once, then you pull me down so hard and fast that I gasp. 

Then, after you've plunged into my wet heat a couple of times, looking into my eyes, then you kiss me. 

Your hands are on my ass, skin is slapping on skin, the roaring of the train drowning out our cries of "yes," and "fuck me," drowning out the noises escaping my throat, our panting, faster faster, your pubes on my clit, grinding harder harder, we rock and the train sways and somewhere under the East River I come so hard I'm amazed I don't pass out. You slap my leg frantically and push on my shoulder, waving me off, I dismount and watch as two strokes of your hand pushes you over the edge and your come splatters on a Gatorade advertisement. Take that, sports fans. I could use some fucking electrolytes right about now. 

We're catching our breath, both sprawled on the seat, clothes and hair a mess, my come all over your pants, yours all over the wall, your hand sweetly on my face as I smile at you. The train slows to a stop at Lexington Ave and an older man on the platform glimpses us through the window before the doors open. I stare at him, he stares back, he shakes his head and looks away, and gets on the next car. 

I win.



The Game



Greg looked uneasy when I found him at the bar; but he smiled and said, "there you are, man! How about we grab a pitcher and sit in a booth?"

When we were sitting, we chatted for a few minutes about the Reds and whether they had any chance this season (we concluded that third place was about the best they could hope for); about the latest political scandal (the Mayor's Chief of Staff and the Treasurer of the Catholic Diocese of Cincinnati sharing the same call girl--at least the story was original); and about some of the latest office gossip at Brockton Publishing, where he was a co-worker of my wife, Susan.

But I knew that Greg had something on his mind, some reason for asking me to meet him for a beer. Finally I just said, "so, Greg, what did you want to talk to me about?"

A brief silence, during which Greg looked more nervous than ever. He cleared his throat and false-started a couple of times. Then he said, "listen, Andy, Susan said ... I mean she told me that ..."

I just waited. His eyes were fixed on my face--I truly hadn't the slightest idea what he was going to say.

"Susan said that I should never ever mention this to you, that you liked to keep it totally private--so forgive me if I'm doing the wrong thing, you know? I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's just that ... well, I need to be sure that you're really okay with this." 

"With what?" I asked, still not knowing what we were talking about.

He licked his lips, looking unhappy. "With ... you know, the Game. The Game that you and Susan play, where she ... you know, she ..."

He gestured vaguely with his hands, and his voice trailed off as he looked at me, imploring me somehow to finish his sentence.

"Sorry, Greg," I said, "I'm still not getting you."

There was a long silence. Greg stared at me, and I swear I could see him grow pale.

I waited again, gesturing at him to go on--and finally, reluctantly, he said, "Andy, don't you know about ... about Susan, you know ... having ... having sex with other guys?"

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Greg had joined Susan at Brockton Publishing about a year earlier, leaving a lower-level position at a New York publisher to come to Cincinnati. He was maybe 28 or so, about ten years younger than Susan and me.

Greg was a big, rangy guy, good-looking in a kind of outdoorsy way. He was single but seemed to have no trouble finding female companionship. In fact I'd seen him at Brockton book parties with several different attractive women.

He had gotten to know Susan first, of course, because they worked together, but I'd grown to like him very much. Finding we had a common interest in baseball--which bored Susan to tears--we'd gone to a couple of Reds games the previous summer and really enjoyed ourselves. We also worked out at the same gym, and from time to time Susan and I invited him over for dinner. He was a good guy, and I enjoyed his company.

Now, though, I could feel my face reddening with anger, and I said quietly, "Greg, just what the fuck are you talking about!?"

Greg shrank back from me, on the other side of the booth. He was bigger than I was by maybe 4 inches and 30 pounds, but he looked absolutely terrified.

"Andy, I ....

"I swear to God, she told me it was a game you played, that it turned you both on.

"I don't ... this is unbelievable, man." He moved as if to get up out of the booth, but I put a hand on his arm.

"Hold on, Greg!" I took a deep breath, and forced myself to speak softly.

"I'll stay calm, I promise. And I'm not going to slug you or anything. But you can't just walk out of here--you have to tell me what the hell Susan told you."

He nodded, and sat back down heavily. "Okay, Andy. It's just that ... Jesus Christ, I can't believe you don't know about this."

I stared at him, my mind whirling.

"Susan told me that ... that, that you two play a Game. That you're both turned-on by the idea of her ... having sex with other guys, and then going home and telling you all about it.

"And she said that a part of the Game was complete secrecy--that none of the men she, uh, had sex with were ever supposed to mention it to you. We weren't supposed to let on in any way that we were doing it with her, or that you knew anything about it.

"Part of the thrill for you two, she said, was pretending that it was secret cheating. And she also said that ... well, that you felt a little embarrassed, you know, that it turned you on that other guys, you know, had sex with Susan.

"So she made me swear on my life that I'd never say a word to you about it. But I, I just couldn't do it, Andy--it just felt too damn weird to me, and I had to double-check with you, to make sure it was really okay."

He must have been able to see from my face that I was stunned, and he looked more unhappy than ever.

Finally I said, "so you've been fucking Susan?"

Slowly, unwillingly, he said, "uh, yeah, we, uh, did it twice. Once two weekends ago, when your mom was sick and you were in Louisville overnight, and then again Tuesday afternoon. We, uh, took the afternoon off work and went to my apartment."

There was a long silence. My mind was going a thousand miles an hour--shock, rage, sadness, self-reproach: how the fuck could I not have known about this?

Finally I said, "and she convinced you I was in on this? That it was okay with me, part of a sex-game she and I played?"

He nodded, looking relieved that my hands weren't around his throat. "It sounded kinky, I admit, but she was so convincing. Said you guys had been playing like this for years, and that it really got your motor running."

He frowned. "That's exactly what she said, in fact. 'It really gets Andy's motor running; he's all over me when I tell him about it!' And she gave me this big, sexy smile."

We sat for another couple of minutes. Finally, I said, "Greg ... in case it isn't already obvious, I didn't know a damn thing about any of this. I thought I was married to a loving, wonderful woman, not a ... a cheating whore.

"I need to think about this. I have no idea what I'm going to do--needless to say this has been one hell of a shock!" I laughed humorlessly. Then I leaned forward to look at him intently.

"Do two things for me, okay? First--no more fucking Susan."

"Of course, Andy! I'd never ..." Greg was nodding vigorously at me.

"And second, don't let on that you've talked to me. If she suggests getting together again, just make up some sort of excuse. I've got to figure out how I'm going to deal with this, and I need you to keep her totally in the dark."

Greg nodded again. "You have my word on it, Andy. And listen, I ... I swear to you I never would have touched Susan if I'd ... well, you know--if I hadn't believed that it was what you wanted too.

"You're my friend, man! And I feel like a complete shit ..." He looked at me with tears in his eyes, and I had no idea what to say to him. Should I be trying to make him feel better, or grabbing a tire iron and beating him to death? 

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After Greg left I pulled myself together enough to call home. Fortunately Susan wasn't there yet, and I left a plausible-sounding message about being held up at work--she should go ahead and eat without me.

I knew I needed some time. There was no way I was going to be able to face her right away. I went around the corner to a diner and ate a hamburger and a salad, without tasting a single bite. For all I knew it could have been borscht and a shrimp salad sandwich.

I suppose I was the typical cuckolded husband, because I hadn't had the slightest clue that anything was wrong with my marriage. I basically adored Susan, and I was sure that she loved me.

We'd been married 14 years, no kids, nice comfortable house right near Burnet Woods, two jobs we liked (I work in the Development Office at the University). We traveled a lot, saw our friends and family (most of them living in the area), and generally enjoyed our life together.

Susan is short and blond, with big breasts and great curves. She's pretty rather than beautiful, but her sexy figure has always gotten her attention, and she's always seemed to enjoy it. 

In fact, she was flirtatious with me at the party where we first met, and for years I've watched her flirt with guys at other parties we've been to. You know, laugh and joke, maybe dance too close, or even let someone grab a little feel. And it's never bothered me a bit--because I knew she loved me and she'd be going home with me. What a fucking moron I'd been!

I imagine that our sex life was pretty much average for a couple like us--we made love maybe a couple of times a week. More when we were on vacation, probably almost every day, and less when things were busy at work or during the holidays when we were visiting family.

Maybe it was routine, but I would have said it was a satisfying routine. Like every married couple we both had things we liked. Susan was crazy about me licking her, and I'd learned to do it just the way she liked: slowly and teasingly at first, all around her thighs while avoiding her pussy lips. Then, when she got worked up, I'd lick around the sides of her clit while sliding a couple of fingers into her. When she was ready to come I'd curl my fingers up to rub her G-spot and use my tongue on her clit; and Susan invariably went crazy, humping up at me and crying out as she came.

She knew the ways to turn me on, too--like giving me a stop-and-start blowjob, with lots of interruptions in the middle to rub her breasts all over my chest or lower them towards my mouth so I could suck on them. Sometimes she'd get me hot that way and then we'd fuck; at other times she'd work on me slowly, then build me up to a big finish in her mouth.

So what if we did the same things in bed a lot? I had always thought it was great--though I guess what I had to offer wasn't enough to satisfy Susan!

You might think that by the time I finished dinner I'd be ready to go home and throw my cheating wife out of the house--but I wasn't there yet. It was like hearing that a loved one has been killed in an accident; my mind simply hadn't absorbed the news. I kept thinking that it all had to be some sort of mistake.

And I realized that I needed to hear the whole story from Greg--everything that Susan had told him--before I could begin to process it and figure out what the hell I was going to do.

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I didn't think there was any way I could pretend to Susan that night that everything was normal, but somehow I managed it. She greeted me affectionately, as she always did, and we chatted about our workdays while I got myself a bowl of ice cream.

She even snuggled up to me in bed, though thank God she didn't seem to want to make love. I really think I would have ended up choking the life out of her! As soon as I could tell from her breathing that she was asleep, I carefully pulled away from her and rolled to my own side of the bed. I didn't even want to touch her.

My dreams that night were horrible--an unending succession of men fucking Susan. I saw her gasping and writhing with pleasure as Greg rode her, watched her claw his back and scream as he made her come over and over. Then she was fucking some other guy cowboy-style, smiling as he caressed her tits, or leaning forward to stick her tongue deep in his mouth while he pumped his cock up into her.

Then there was a tall, athletic guy taking her from behind, holding her breasts in his hands while he thrust in and out of her, and Susan moaned and cried out, "yeah, give me that big dick!"

Needless to say, it was a pretty awful night.

I called Greg the next morning, as soon as Susan had left for work, and arranged to meet him for lunch. He was a little reluctant at first--but I had no trouble making him understand that I needed to hear the whole story. Last night I'd been too shocked to process all of what he'd told me.

After a morning spent staring at the wall of my office, trying and failing to focus on any aspect of my job, I met Greg at a little Greek restaurant on Calhoun Street. By mutual agreement we ate first, and then I asked him to tell me the whole story again.

"From the beginning, Greg--you can probably imagine that I was having trouble dealing with it last night."

Actually, I didn't learn that much more. Susan had gone out for a casual drink with Greg about three weeks earlier and basically made a pass at him. She'd told him about our Game and that she was attracted to him.

That day he'd put her off--mainly because he was more stunned than anything else. It seemed like such a far-fetched story, and the idea of being good friends with me and sleeping with her made him very uncomfortable (or so he said).

But they talked about it a couple more times over the next few days, and when she told him on a Friday that I was in Louisville for the weekend he agreed to meet her at a motel. (She'd actually suggested our house, but Greg said the idea creeped him out.)

Greg was understandably reluctant to tell me about the sex in any detail, but it was obvious that it was hot. Susan would have been desirable to just about any man, and Greg made it clear that she had been eager, athletic, and untiring. They did it two or three times each time they got together, enjoying plenty of oral sex and exploring a variety of positions. I clenched my teeth but said nothing.

"She liked to talk dirty," he said, watching my face warily. "She said she got a kick out of saying dirty stuff to me, knowing she'd be going home to repeat it all to you."

I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but I said, "what kind of dirty stuff?"

"Oh, you know ... 'fuck me harder,' or 'I want that big thing inside me,' stuff like that." He was obviously embarrassed, and I didn't press him further. I had the feeling that the other things she said were probably worse.

But I did ask him to tell me everything Susan said about the Game and how long it had been going on. Apparently, it was a couple of years at least.

"She didn't say exactly," he told me, "but I got the idea that she'd, uh, she'd been with a number of guys before me. She said she always had one 'playmate' at a time --that was her word, 'playmate'--and that she had sex with him for a couple of months before breaking it off. She said after a while it was less fun for you and her to talk about if it was the same guy--you liked hearing about someone new."

He grimaced. "Man, I am SO sorry..."

"I know, Greg. She suckered you. Forget about it.

"Listen--did she tell you anything about how it started, and who the guys were before you?"

"Not about how it started," he said, "but she did mention a couple of guys. None of the names meant anything to me except Arnold Morrison--"

"That guy on the City Council?"

"Yeah," Greg said. "She said she met him when Brockton had a book party for some political book they published, 2-3 years ago.

"Susan also said that you'd never known any of her 'playmates' personally, before me. It sounded like she'd done that on purpose, so there wasn't any chance you'd figure out what she was up to."

"Did she tell you why she went after you, then?"

Again he looked uncomfortable. "She, uh ... she said I was too yummy to resist."

He put his hand over his face for a moment. "Andy--Jesus! You must want to fucking kill me! I feel like the lowest piece of scum on earth."

Grimly I said, "I'm not blaming you, Greg. A lot of guys would have been happy to knock off a piece with Susan without giving her husband a second thought. And she gave you this cockamamie story....

"I can't say that I wouldn't have believed it too, if the whole thing had happened to me. What really matters is that Susan's been cheating on me. For years, from the sound of it. How she must enjoy fucking around and pulling the wool over my eyes!" 

I sat back, staring into space. Greg didn't say anything.

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There were a lot of questions in my mind about what the hell I was going to do: how to act around Susan? Would I keep pretending to be a loving husband, and totally in the dark? Could I confront her, and throw her ass out? Or would I mope around for a while and let her worry?

But one question already had an answer. Our marriage was over; Susan was history. At least, she was history if what Greg had told me turned out to be the truth. As shocked and furious as I was, I couldn't simply lower the boom on her without knowing for certain.

I called my friend Brian and made a date to see him for dinner; then I left another message for Susan, saying I was eating with Brian and I'd be home again on the late side.

Brian was my oldest and best friend; we'd met when he was President of Zeta Beta Tau, the fraternity I'd joined in college. We were very close; I was a groomsman at his wedding to Emily, and he was my best man when I married Susan. He had known Susan almost as long as I had, and I knew he and Emily were fond of her. So he was as stunned to hear the story as I had been.

Brian was terrific, as I knew he would be. He let me tell it my way, asking just a few questions as we went. And he was patient and supportive, even handing me a napkin without a word when I started to cry. We're not the kind of friends who said "I love you" to each other, but I knew he was in my corner and it helped a lot.

When I was finally done talking, he asked me quietly, "do you know what you're going to do, Andy?"

"Two things," I said. "So far I only know two things. First, I need to make absolutely certain that this is really true. I still can hardly believe it, you know? I mean, I've been so sure that Susan loves me!

"And the other is: if it is true, Susan is in for a very unpleasant time! There's no forgive and forget in me, not for this. We're done, and the way I feel right now it's not going to be pretty, either."

He nodded. "I can hardly blame you, believe me."

Then he said, "how can Emily or I help?"

Emily! She and Susan were friends also, though not as close as Brian and I were.

"Listen--would you be willing to keep this a secret, even from Emily, for the next few days?"

"Sure, man. We don't usually keep anything from one another, but this is pretty much a special case. I won't say a word to her until you give me the OK."

"Thanks, Brian--I appreciate that." I sat and thought for a moment.

"The only other name I've got for one of Susan's fuck-buddies is Arnold Morrison, and I was hoping you could help me get to him. He has no idea who I am, but he'd certainly be willing to talk to you."

Brian was a political writer, a columnist for Time Magazine; but he'd worked for nearly a decade covering politics for the Cincinnati Enquirer, and he was respected by everybody in the local political scene.

"I can do that no problem," he said, and we spent a while discussing how to set it up. Then we talked about how I should behave around Susan. Brian advised me to suck it up and pretend to be my usual self--don't give her even a hint that anything was wrong until I was absolutely sure about everything.

I shrugged and said, "I'm not so sure I can pull that off--but I'll give it a try."

And in fact, I managed just about as well as the previous night. Again, thank God, Susan snuggled up to me but didn't approach me for sex. I don't know whether I would have lost my hard-on, strangled her to death, or started crying like a baby.

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Two days later, at 10:30 am, Brian and I were sitting in Arnold Morrison's big office, looking at him across his desk as he greeted Brian and me cordially. They did a little of that "how have you been? What is old so-and-so up to?" chitchat, and then he said, pleasantly, "well, Brian, what's on your mind?"

He was a tall guy, just short of 50. Good-looking enough, I guess, though a bit slick in the way politicians often are. And he had that manner that many politicians have, a way of seeming very sincere and very interested in you. Was that what had appealed to Susan? I had no idea.




The Game



"Arnie, I'm actually here about a very private matter, and you can be assured that we will keep this conversation confidential. I believe you're acquainted with my friend Andy's wife, Susan Cullen?"

Morrison did a pretty good job of keeping a straight face, but I could see his eyes widen slightly. Calmly he said, "I think I've met her, Brian, but I don't recall exactly when or where."

I leaned forward. "Mr. Morrison--I have no intention of busting your balls on this, as long as you're completely honest with us. But I know you were fucking my wife, and I need to hear the whole story."

The guy was a pretty cool customer, I've got to give him credit. He looked at us thoughtfully for a full minute, but without any panic showing on his face.

Then he said, more to Brian than to me, "this is totally off-the-record?"

"Completely," Brian replied. "This is not for anything I'm writing--it's a private matter. It doesn't get written about, it doesn't go to your wife. It stays with us three."

"And you're not recording?"

"I'm not recording," Brian said. I was, actually, with a little digital recorder in my jacket pocket, but neither of us volunteered that to Morrison.

He sat there another minute, still calm and thoughtful. Then he sighed.

"I'm getting the feeling that I didn't have the whole story either, Mr. Cullen," he said, looking at me. "Am I right that you were unaware of my, uh, activities with Mrs. Cullen?"

"Totally," I said.

"Well," he said, and stopped. "Well, yes--I did have an affair with Susan. About two years ago. We met at a publishing party of some sort, some reception for a new book."

He leaned forward, looking at me intently. "But I swear to you that she told me you knew all about it. She called it a game, actually. She said that she and her husband--sorry, you--got off on her sleeping around. That she went home each time and told you all about it, and that it really revved up your sex life.

"But she also made clear that you pretended to know nothing about her affairs, and that I should never ever mention anything about it to you.

"That was no problem, since we weren't particularly likely to meet. And in any event I had no desire for my wife to find out! So we were quite discreet."

"How long did you see her?" I asked him--to my amazement I was quite calm, as though we weren't talking about the utter destruction of the most important relationship of my life.

He thought a moment. "Maybe three, three-and-a-half months. It started in late spring, and I remember she broke it off with me around Labor Day. She said it had been fun, but that it was less exciting for her and her husband with the same guy after a while and she needed to find someone else.

"The whole thing seemed pretty kinky to me, but then Susan is a very sexy woman--I certainly never had any complaints." He saw the pain on my face and said, "Jesus, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's all right," I said. I believed him, that he thought he was playing a kinky game rather than helping a woman cheat. As I'd said to Greg, in the same situation I might have done the same thing--certainly would have, if I'd been single.

"Where did you get together?"

"Different places--we had to be discreet. Obviously I'm somewhat in the public eye. But I'm on the Council's Public Housing Committee, and it's easy enough for me to get keys to some of the vacant apartments in buildings the city controls--I just said my staff were doing spot-inspections. We usually met during the week at lunch-time, and sometimes spent the whole afternoon together."

"Any overnights or weekends?" I asked.

"Two or three times, when--when Susan said you were out of town." He looked uncomfortable again. "I made up some story to tell my wife, and we spent nights at your house.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Cullen."

I nodded. I didn't need to ask him about how the sex had been--imagining it was bad enough.

"Did she ever tell you about her other lovers? Or about how long she and I had supposedly been doing this?"

"I think she said once that I was the fourth or fifth guy she did this with. I remember that she was flattering me--she said 'and you're the best of all of them!' or something like that. It was probably bullshit, but I didn't mind hearing it."

We sat in silence for another minute.

"Is there anything else you can tell me?" I asked him.

"No, I don't think so. I am very sorry," he said.

"I don't hold it against you," I replied. "You cheated on your wife, but that's your business. As far as Susan goes, I can't blame you for believing her story."

Morrison looked over at Brian. "Confidential?" he asked again.

Brian nodded, and stood up to shake Morrison's hand. "You have my word, Arnie. Sorry we had to put you in a difficult spot, but my friend needed to know the truth."

"Of course," he said, and politely showed us out.

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At the corner Brian stopped and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?"

I sighed. "Yeah. I knew what I was going to hear, it's just that ... well, it's one thing to know it, and another to have it confirmed. The final nail in the coffin."

"You want to sit and talk, or get lunch, or even go hit a bucket of balls?"

"No, thanks, Brian. I'll be all right. I'm going to walk in the park until I get hungry, then grab some lunch and head back to work.

"But would you mind if I took you and Emily out to dinner tomorrow night? I'm starting to work out some plans, and it would be great to have you both to talk about them with."

Brian said sure, he'd set it up with Emily. I thanked him again for his help with Morrison. God, it was great to have one true friend!

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As I got out of my car in the driveway that night, I thought, "shit--another night of having to pretend I don't know what my whore wife has been up to."

And then I thought--why do I have to pretend? I'm not ready to confront her, but there's no reason not to rattle her chain a little.

Susan was getting dinner on the table when I came into the kitchen, and she smiled brightly and said, "hey honey--food'll be ready in just a minute," and blew me a kiss. I smiled wanly and pulled a bottle of wine out of the fridge.

For the first few minutes of dinner she chattered away about her day; then finally she started to notice that I wasn't saying much.

"Rough day, Andy? You seem awfully quiet."

"Yes, in fact," I said, looking at her. "Quite rough. I seem to be finding out that I can't necessarily count on the people I thought I could count on."

"I'm sorry," she said, looking serious. "Is this something at work? I've heard you complain a couple of times recently about Hank's staff...."

"I don't think I should say anything more about it right now," I replied, leaving it hanging. I sat looking right at her for another moment, then without another word got up to clear our plates. As I moved around the table I noticed that she was looking at me in alarm.

And when I came back into the dining room with two pieces of the apple pie she'd bought, her face looked flushed, though she pulled herself together and thanked me with a warm smile. We ate our dessert in silence at first, until Susan made a couple of awkward attempts to restart the conversation, talking first about the new neighbors across the street, then about a great vacation one of her girlfriends at work had taken.

When we'd finished dessert she got up and came around to my chair. Bending over and putting her arms around me, she rubbed her cheek against mine and said, "would you like some coffee? Or something else nice and hot?"

I couldn't help thinking, if I'd only gotten an invitation like that some another night--not when I'd just learned of her years of cheating on me--I would have been thrilled. Instead, her offer only deepened my rage.

I stood up, shrugging out of her hug, and said, "no thanks--I need to get to some paperwork." Without looking back I walked out of the room and down the hall to my study, leaving her staring after me.

I didn't know how shaken or frightened she was, but I knew I'd gotten to her at least a little, and that was just fine with me.

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I had planned to stay up late and come into the bedroom after she was asleep. But by about 10 I was tired, and thought, "fuck this--why should I be avoiding her?"

So I went to get ready for bed, noticing she was already in bed watching TV. I undressed, used the bathroom, did my teeth, and climbed into bed without a word.

She quickly switched off the TV, leaving the room lit by only my bedside lamp. She rolled over to face me and I could see she was wearing one of her skimpier, sexier nightgowns--not at all typical for an ordinary weeknight.

Scuttling over to press herself against my chest, Susan murmured, "in the mood for a little loving, Andy?"

I turned away, rolling over so that my back was to her. As I did so I said, "no, not tonight. Good night." And I reached out and turned off the light.

You can bet that I'd NEVER done anything like that before. The times I'd turned Susan down for sex were few and far between--a couple of times when I had a migraine, or when I absolutely had to finish a work project. Maybe 4-5 times over the course of our whole marriage; and never without an explanation.

So my behavior was about as big a red flag as could be; yet Susan never said a word. She didn't ask, "is everything all right?" or "are you angry?" She didn't ask me anything--because, of course, she was afraid of the conversation that might follow.

Susan falls sleep easily, and most nights I can hear her steady, relaxed breathing begin within a couple of minutes of turning out the light, while I always take somewhat longer. But not tonight. A half hour later, she was still awake--and she still hadn't spoken another word.

I smiled grimly to myself in the dark. It wasn't like I was sleeping either, of course. Mostly I was thinking about all the times we'd had sex with me having no clue I was getting sloppy seconds (or, presumably, cleaned-up sloppy seconds--I'm sure that she washed up before coming home to me). All the times when I happily made love to the only woman in my life, thinking that I was the only man in her life. I lay awake for a long time--getting very, very angry.

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Up early, quick shower, cup of coffee, and into my office by 7:30, without a word to Susan. I had a lot to do. I left a note on my boss's desk saying I'd like to speak with him as soon as he came in, and then I sat making lists of credit card and bank accounts, possible movers, and other logistical stuff I'd need to take care of.

At 8:15 Lionel stuck his head and said, "morning, Andy--you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, thanks, Lionel--can we talk here for a minute?" I got up to close the door.

I'd worked with Lionel Brundage for nearly a decade; I considered him a friend as well as a boss, and I'd decided I needed to trust him.

"Please keep this completely confidential, okay Lionel? I'm afraid I have some bad news--I found out Susan's been cheating on me, and I'm going to leave her. As soon as I can, in fact.

"So I wanted to get the name of that headhunter who called you about me last year." There had been an executive search firm showing interest in me, though the conversation never got very far--because at that time I was perfectly happy staying where I was.

Lionel was stunned, and said so. In fact the word "Jesus" figured prominently in his first few remarks. But as we discussed things, he got over his shock and was eager to be helpful, as I hoped he would be.

By 10:15 that morning I'd reached the firm and talked to the guy who'd inquired about me the previous year. By 10:45 I'd faxed him my resumé, and by 2:25 we were back on the phone, discussing three possible positions that might be suitable.

The best of them was a fund-raising job for a big non-profit organization in Chicago. The work was much like what I was doing now, but with a bigger support staff, and the salary would be at least 20% higher. They'd been trying to fill the vacancy for nearly four months and were ready to move quickly. I told the headhunter to tell the non-profit I was interested, and available for an interview on short notice.

I was getting ready to leave the office at about 5:50 when the phone rang and a big booming voice said, "Mr. Cullen? I'm Ted Hruska, from Global Resources up in Chicago; I understand you might be interested in our fund-raising position."

We had a terrific conversation for nearly half an hour, at the end of which he invited me up to Chicago to meet the Board. The trip would be in two days--and I was happy to accept the invitation.

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Dinner with Brian and Emily was both reassuring and painful. Reassuring because it reminded me that I had the support of two really terrific friends--painful because I had to tell Emily the story, which meant going through it once more.

She was stunned--and full of sympathy and concern for me--and just furious at Susan.

"That--bitch!" she said quietly, and I could see her fists were clenched. "I just can't believe...." She looked at me and, seeing the pain in my face, her look softened.

"I'm so sorry, Andy," she said, reaching over to take my hand. "What can Brian and I do to help?"

"Just be my friends," I said, wiping a couple of tears away. "I know I can get through this, but I have to admit that it sort of sucks to be me right now. But knowing that I have the two of you to talk to really helps a lot."

Brian squeezed my shoulder, and they both told me how much they wanted to help in any way they could.

We ate our dinners and I told them what I was planning: to take a job out of town and just disappear. I wasn't interested in destroying Susan, or in publicly humiliating her. I just wanted out, and I wanted her to wake up one day and suddenly find that her marriage was over, her husband gone. That would be punishment enough.

I told them about the potential job in Chicago. "It sounds very promising, and if it works out I'll almost definitely take it. Then I'll just vanish, and let Susan go crazy trying to find me."

I knew I couldn't hide forever, but I intended to explain my situation to my new employers and ask them to hold off for a month or so on a public announcement of my hiring. With a new cell-phone number and a new email account, and with the cooperation of Lionel at work, I was sure I could stay untraceable for a couple of weeks, long enough to cause Susan some suffering of her own.

"So, when it all hits the fan, I'm going to ask you guys to lie for me, 'cause I'm sure you'll be the first people she calls. Just tell her you don't know anything about it."

Emily smiled grimly. "And to think I considered her one of my best friends! Andy, you know you can count on us. And I look forward to giving her a piece of my mind when she comes calling. That selfish, cheating...

"Well," she said, a little embarrassed, "I guess you can tell how I feel about what she did!"

"Does that mean I can count on you be faithful to me, babe?" Brian asked teasingly.

She playfully slapped his arm. "Yes it does--and you better not be getting any behind my back either, big guy, unless you're looking forward to a penisectomy performed without anesthesia!"

We all broke up in laughter, and our dinner turned into a relaxed evening, full of humor and affection. I was almost--almost!--able to forget the misery and rage I'd been carrying around non-stop for several days. 

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It was late when I got home and the bedroom was dark, but Susan was still awake. She'd sent me several friendly, lighthearted emails during the day at work. But the only response I made was to send a brief reply reminding her that I'd be late coming home after a dinner out--I never said with whom.

"Hi, baby," came her voice in the dark, deliciously relaxed and sleepy. I was painfully reminded how much I had loved Susan, and how sexy I still found her. If only all this were just a nightmare--if I could only believe that I still had a faithful, loving wife, and dive into her arms!

"How was your dinner? I missed you tonight."

"It was all right," I said bluntly. "I ate with Brian and Emily. It's nice to have friends, people you know you can trust."

She sat up. "But why didn't...." She left the question unfinished. Like the night before, she was afraid to say anything that might lead to a conversation she didn't want to have, which left her stuck. "Tough shit!" I thought to myself.

Instead of saying anything else, Susan silently waited while I got ready for bed; and when I lay down she rolled over to take me in her arms.

"You let me down last night, baby," she purred into my ear, pressing her lovely soft breasts against me. "Any chance of my getting some of that good loving tonight?"

I grinned to myself. "Sorry, Susan," I said, turning away from her embrace. "I'm still troubled by the problem I mentioned to you, and I'm really not in the mood."

I could practically hear her brain working frantically. After a silence she said, "okay, honey, I understand. But I hope we can make love soon--I really miss you!" She rubbed my arms and shoulders lovingly for a moment, then moved away from to her side of the bed. Once again it took her quite a while to fall asleep. And me even longer.

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In the next few days things moved quickly. My trip to Chicago to interview with the Board of Global Resources went very well, and I agreed to take the job, starting in ten days. I immediately spoke to Lionel, who was very understanding about my giving him such little notice. We agreed that I'd continue to consult with him part-time for a month or so, until my replacement was up to speed. I owed him a lot, and I made sure he knew I wouldn't let him down.

Four days later I made a second trip up to Chicago, working with a real-estate agent that Ted Hruska knew, and located a nice one-bedroom apartment only minutes from my new office. I signed the lease, then made a quick trip to a furniture store and bought enough to get the apartment set up. I arranged for its delivery to be handled by the super at my new building, so the place would be ready when I arrived.

I even made arrangements with Eileen Stambaugh, who would be my new Administrative Assistant, to shop for bed linens and towels and some basic kitchen stuff. Eileen was happy to help, especially after I promised her a dinner at the best restaurant in Chicago!

By the time I got back to Cincinnati the second time, there wasn't a great deal left to do. I had to clean out my office at the University, pack my clothes and the few other things I'd be taking with me from the house, and make all the financial arrangements to separate my life from Susan's. Everything but the packing I could do in my office, and it was all complete by Friday.

Susan had no particular reason to be concerned about my out-of-town trips, since I traveled quite frequently in my job. But my coldness definitely had her worried, and I enjoyed watching her struggle to know what to do.

She didn't want to have a conversation about what was bothering me, since she undoubtedly feared I'd started to be suspicious about her infidelities. So all she could do was be affectionate and loving--and my brusque rebuffs of all her advances clearly upset and frightened her.

Emily phoned me at work to tell me, with a certain malicious glee, that Susan had called her to see if she knew anything about what was bothering me.

"I enjoyed every minute of it, Andy," she crowed to me. "I made Susan tell me about all the ways you were acting strange: not responding to her affectionate hugs and kisses, turning her down for sex, hinting that there was some problem but not telling you about it.




The Game



"So I asked her, 'is there anything you might have done that could have upset Andy somehow?' And she gasped, and said, 'uh, no, I'm not aware of anything.'

"And then I said, 'well, did you insist that he tell you what the problem was?' And she hemmed and hawed and said she didn't want to press you too hard, that she was sure you'd tell her when you were ready.

"It was so obvious what she was afraid of! There she was, trying to pump ME for information, while keeping her own disgusting behavior a secret."

I shared Emily's pleasure in the call and asked her to keep me updated. And I let her know that I was about ready to make my move--Monday would be the day. 

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That weekend I continued my mysterious, distant behavior. My own anger at Susan had certainly not diminished, and I was determined to make sure that my final two days in her life were as miserable for her as possible.

I spoke to her very little, and returned each of her warm or cordial advances with brusque coldness. When she asked if we could take a walk on Saturday--"it's such a lovely afternoon, honey!"--I stared at her, then said I didn't feel like it.

When she proposed a variety of things we might do together on Saturday night, like go out to dinner, or see a movie, or get together with friends, I told her I wanted to stay home and watch TV.

Then, when she snuggled up next to me on the couch, I waited until about ten minutes into the show we were watching and then abruptly got up. "I just remembered I've got a couple of reports I really need to finish," I said, and disappeared into my study. 

I went to bed late, after Susan had fallen asleep; and on Sunday morning I awoke to find her cuddling up to me, gently kissing my neck while her soft hand tried to rouse my cock.

When I opened my eyes she smiled at me and said, "goodie! You're awake, and baby wants to play!" She rolled up on top of me and tried to kiss me, but I held her off with both arms on her shoulders.

"Susan, stop it!" I said. "I don't force you into sex when you don't want to, and I'd appreciate getting the same consideration from you!" I slid out from under her and got out of bed, reaching for my bathrobe.

She looked distraught. "But honey, we haven't made love in ... I don't know, two weeks! Is it ... have I done something to ... are ... are you angry with me?"

That was by far the closest she'd come to asking me a straight question about my behavior--a sign of how desperate she was getting.

"I don't know, Susan--you tell me. Is there anything you might have done that would make me angry at you?" I said it calmly, but coldly.

Silence. She looked down. Then she said, "no, baby, nothing that I can think of," and looked up at me beseechingly, afraid to say any more.

"I guess we're done, then," I said, and headed for the kitchen to make the coffee.

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Susan must have been frightened by our conversation, because she avoided me for most of the rest of the day. I heard her several times on the phone, though; I imagine she was talking to a friend (or to a lover, for all I knew), trying to get some help in figuring out how to handle me.

While she was out at the grocery store, I made a quick call to Greg to ask him whether he'd been talking to Susan.

He told me that she'd spoken to him at work two days earlier, asking him whether he'd seen me lately. "She said you seemed distracted and distant, but she acted like she had no idea why. So I just told her I hadn't spoken to you--that seemed like the simplest.

"And then she said she was looking forward to resuming the Game with me, but it would probably be best to wait a little while, until she learned what was bothering you. I pretended to be disappointed, but of course I said okay."

"Thanks, Greg. It's all gonna hit the fan soon. Please, whatever you do, don't let her know anything about our conversations, okay?"

Greg promised again that he wouldn't tell her anything, and we got off the phone.

On Monday morning after breakfast, Susan came into the bedroom to finish dressing for work and was surprised to find me wearing sweats and sneakers.

"Aren't you going to the office today, Andy?"

"No, I've got a few things to take care of around here, so I took the day off."

She looked at me for a moment. Then, almost timidly, she said, "well, since you're not in a hurry, do you think we could, uh, make love?" She smiled warmly and added, "I wouldn't mind being a little late for work!"

Gazing at her, I purposely made myself think of her screwing Arnold Morrison or some other, faceless man--humping her hips up at him, her legs and arms around him, begging her to fuck her harder. My loving wife--the woman I'd given my life to.

That was all it took. I said, "no, I don't think so," and left the bedroom without looking at her. I went down into the basement to find my suitcases, and didn't come up again until I'd heard her car backing out of the driveway.

By 11 am I'd packed everything I planned to take with me into three suitcases, plus a couple of boxes of books and CDs. I called a cab, which waited at the post office while I mailed the boxes to my apartment in Chicago, then dropped me at the airport. And by 7:30 pm I was finishing my unpacking in my new place, after which I went around the corner for a pizza and a beer.

Somberly, I toasted myself: here's to the first day of the rest of my life. My new life--my life without Susan.

Oh, I almost forgot. Just before I left the house I wrote a short note to Susan, which I left on the kitchen table with my wedding ring and cell phone on top.

The note said, "I found out about your Game. So here's my Game: it's called 'goodbye to a cheating whore'."

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My first week in my new job was absorbing and exhausting--which was great, because I missed Susan like crazy. Not that I wanted to be with her; that was over. Whenever I thought of her I was filled with fury. I actually marveled at the grotesque perfection of the way she had betrayed me.

But being angry and hating her guts doesn't mean I didn't miss her. I had loved her for so many years, loved everything about her. Those feelings don't just disappear. Instead they mingle with the new ones: the love and the hatred go swirling around together, as though they're in a washing machine.

All in all, I was very glad that Global Resources was keeping me so busy. By the time Friday came I was grateful just to go home, watch part of a ball game on TV, and collapse into bed.

But the weekend was hard. I was new in Chicago, didn't know a soul beyond my new co-workers, and had to face head-on that I was suddenly a single man again (well, not legally, but in every other way). I knew I'd need to begin the process of meeting people, making friends, trying to find a new woman in my life--and the prospect was overwhelmingly depressing.

The best part of those two days was a conversation I had on Sunday with Brian and Emily. They were both supportive and eager to hear how I was doing. I gave them my new address and phone number, once again swearing them to secrecy, and Emily was just bursting to tell me all about seeing Susan.

"She called us Monday night around dinner time--she was nearly hysterical. She was crying so hard I could hardly understand her, but finally I made out that she was saying, 'he's gone! Andy's gone!' She was totally unable to calm down, so I told her I'd drive over there.

"When I got there she was a wreck. Hair all messed up, her make-up smeared with tears, barely coherent. I got her a drink and then I sat there and played the sympathetic friend to the hilt. God, it was fun!

"I let her tell me all about it, how she'd come home from work and found you gone, with your wedding ring there on the table. So I asked her why on earth you might have done that, and had you left a note or anything?

"And then," Emily said with glee, "she looked at me, and cried even harder; and finally she said, 'oh Emily, I ... I cheated on him!' "

"I pretended to be utterly shocked--I guess I said something like, 'no, Susan--you didn't!' And I acted really angry, got up and walked around the kitchen, and I kept stopping and staring at her. She just looked guilty and frightened.

"Finally I said, 'I'm sorry, Susan, but I just can't stay here right now. I love you and Andy both, and I can't believe you did something like that to him. He was the best, most loving...'

"And then I just said, 'I'll talk to you in a few days, when I've calmed down,' and I left. Left her right there in the kitchen, tears streaming down her face!" Even over the phone it was easy to hear the satisfaction in Emily's voice.

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I knew Susan would be frantic to find me--and frankly, I hoped that not being able to would drive her nuts. The fact that I missed her so much just made me angrier. How dare she, the woman I'd given so much of myself to, act so incredibly selfishly, and make me so fucking miserable?

Over the next two weeks I stayed in touch with Brian and Emily--they were like my lifeline, letting me talk about things in Chicago, the new job, and sometimes how lonely and empty I felt. And they listened patiently and kept telling me to hang in there. They were great.

Susan called them every day to ask if they knew anything about where I'd gone. According to them, she sounded desperate. I also gave a quick call to Lionel, who told me that Susan had come to see him the day after I left. She just about collapsed when she heard I'd quit my job and left no forwarding address.

After my third week in Chicago I flew back to Cincinnati at Brian and Emily's invitation, and spent the weekend with them. It was a great chance to relax and get away from some of the pain I was carrying around inside.

Over dinner on Saturday, Emily told me all about her latest visit from Susan.

"She came to see me on Thursday--still trying to find you, still totally desperate. She's talking about hiring a PI or somebody to find you. She has the idea that somehow if she can only talk to you, she can make you understand, and you'll forgive her." 

I raised my eyebrows. "Not fucking likely, I'd say!

"But I am interested to hear her version--did she tell you about it?"

Emily's eyes gleamed. "I said, listen Susan, you've been moaning and groaning about losing Andy for three weeks now. We've been friends for years; when the hell are you going to tell me what you actually did? How bad was it?"

"And she told you? Well, Emily, I'm all ears--spill!"

I learned a hell of a lot about my wife that evening, and none of it anything I would have wanted to know. Emily began with the story of Susan's first adultery--with some charming British guy she'd met at a book party. He chatted her up throughout the event, and then asked her out afterwards for a drink.

Emily said, "so she told him that she was a married woman, and couldn't just leave with him. But she didn't blow him off; instead she asked what hotel he was staying in, and then she told him she'd meet him in the bar there in an hour.

"And then they met for a drink, and went up to his room and went to bed together."

I sat there, staring out the window. This wasn't news, after all--I knew she'd been fucking around on me for years, and there had to have been a first time--but it hurt like a bitch.

"Did she say why?" 

"I asked her that, believe me! And she looked embarrassed, and said, 'I was bored. I know that's no excuse, Emily, but it's true. Andy and I had a great life, and a nice sex life, but it was always the same. Nothing ever special or different--so predictable, you know? And here was this sexy guy with this great accent, and I thought, wow, this'll shake things up!'

"She said the sex was a lot of fun--nothing cosmic, just exciting because it was somebody different after all those years. And that the following week she made sure to have lots of sex with you, and it was better than usual.

"So then, she said, she told herself that it was a win-win situation. She could fuck around every once in a while--discreetly, carefully--and it would rev up her sex life with you at home, and everyone would be better for it. Can you believe that shit?" 

Over the next hour or so Emily told me the rest of it. Susan gradually fell into the habit of finding a guy to screw every couple of months. At first they were one-time hook-ups; but then the fifth or sixth guy had been terrific in bed, so she wanted to see him again.

Their affair lasted for three months, until he got engaged to a woman he'd been seeing. According to Emily, Susan figured out that the extra-marital sex actually got hotter after the first time, as she and her new lover learned how to please each other. So her new plan became short-term affairs--six, ten, maybe twenty times with a guy, until the excitement started to wear off.

"What about the Game?", I asked.

"She said that came up when a guy she was sleeping with starting getting possessive. It occurred to her that one of her lovers might get too attached to her, and threaten to tell you about it. So she figured that if they thought she was sleeping around with your knowledge and permission, they'd know she was never going to leave you, and that she wasn't vulnerable to blackmail.

"She was pretty damn proud of herself for that little idea, I have to say--she even giggled a little when she told me!"

Brian got me another beer, and I sipped at it while I thought dark thoughts. Nothing Emily was telling me was much different from what I'd imagined--and yet hearing it was indescribably painful. Feeling like such a moron--feeling like I'd so badly misjudged the person I loved and trusted most in the world. How could I have been such an idiot?

"She was bored." I mean, Jesus fucking Christ, don't all married couples get a little bored, a little stale? But what's the right way to handle it? Come to me and say, "honey, let's find some fun ways to spice things up." A vacation, some toys, some role-playing... But not fucking other guys!

I didn't remember ever being bored with her, but certainly there were times when sex was routine. Still nice, but routine. And God knows I would have been more than happy to try some new things--not that I was ever given that option.

No, Susan decided to liven up her own sex life, not mine.

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When I was getting ready to fly back to Chicago on Sunday, Brian asked me what I was going to do about Susan.

"Are you going to just let her twist in the wind, and wonder what's happened to you? Or are you planning some way to finish it, once and for all?"

I shook my head. "I'm not sure yet, to tell the truth. Maybe one and then the other. Maybe I'll just let it drag on until she does find me, and then arrange a nice little surprise." I told him what I'd been thinking about and he grinned at me. 

"Sounds just about perfect, Andy. I only wish I could be there to see it."

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To my surprise it was several more weeks before Susan figured out where I was. Brian told me over the phone that she had gone ahead and hired someone to look for me, so I guess that's how she did it. I didn't much care.

But I came home from work on Thursday to find a long, rambling message from Susan. "Thank God I've found you, baby...I'm so sorry, so very sorry...I love you more than anything...please give me a chance to explain...I miss you so much...I'll do anything to make it up to you...you know you're the only man I love...." And another five minutes, all pretty much like that.

There wasn't a single word that wasn't utterly predictable, nor a single word that made me any less angry. I don't know what she expected--you don't cheat on your husband over and over for years and then get to say, "oops, my bad," and have him forgive you and take you back. Sorry, Susan, just not happening!

So it seemed like time to set up my endgame. I knew she'd keep calling--just ignoring her was not going to work in the long run.

The next day I took my Assistant, Eileen, out for a long lunch. She'd become a good friend, and already knew most of the unhappy story of how I'd suddenly come to work for Global Resources. She was a nice middle-aged lady, married with three kids, and really sharp--in fact the best assistant I'd ever had.

I told her what I was planning for Susan and she threw back her head and laughed.

"I love it, Andy! I can't think of anything more fitting." She laughed again--she seemed delighted with my idea.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to need some help finding someone. I don't really--"

"Let me take a crack at that, will you?" she interrupted me. "I have a couple of ideas. Before you do anything else, give me a few days."

I raised my eyebrows quizzically. "Really?" She nodded, smiling, and I said, "well, okay. But it's hardly the kind of thing a guy ordinarily asks his Administrative Assistant to do for him!" We both laughed.

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Susan kept calling. At least every other day for the next two weeks. Her messages were shorter, but they didn't say anything new--and they certainly didn't make me any more interested in "talking it out" with her, let alone forgiving her or letting back into my life.

On a Monday as I was packing up and getting ready to leave work, Eileen popped her head in. "It's all set--I've got somebody perfect for you. Just let me know the day and time, and I'll give her your address."

I looked skeptical. "Am I going to be happy about this person? For that matter, Eileen, who the hell is it, and how did you talk her into it? This isn't exactly the--"

"Shh," she said with a smile. "She'll be perfect, and she really wants to do it. I filled her in on your situation and she could hardly wait, she's champing at the bit."

"And you're not going to tell me who it is?"

"Nope," she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "But trust me, boss--you won't be disappointed."

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I left a message the next day on Susan's answering machine.

"It's me. If you really want to explain, you can have one chance. This Saturday, 1 pm at my apartment in Chicago. Don't be early, don't be late. I'll give you one hour. Here's the address... Leave me a return message to confirm that you're coming."

That night I didn't answer my phone when it rang--instead I listened to Susan leave me an excited message.

"Oh my God, thank you baby--Thank You! I love you so much! Of course I'll be there Saturday! Thank you for this chance! I know I can make you understand--I'm so sorry for the way I've hurt you, and I want to spend the next 60 years making it up to you!" Etc. etc.

The next day, Wednesday, I spoke to Eileen. "I've set it up for 1 pm on Saturday--can you have your mystery woman be at my place no later than 12?"

"Sure thing," she said. "But you have to promise to call and tell me the whole story when it's over! That will be my reward."

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Emily told me by phone how excited Susan was. "I swear, Andy, she has no clue! She really thinks she's going to get you back--like all she has to do is tell you how sorry she is.

"I honestly don't know how I could have been so fooled by her--we've been friends for what, almost 15 years? And we've talked about everything: our husbands, our work, our families...

"And now to find out how selfish and cruel she can be--even if she doesn't see it that way, of course--it just leaves me wondering how blind I've been."

I laughed, a little bitterly. "Listen, Emily, how do you think I feel? I've been married to her all that time! I guess the real lesson is that people like you and Brian and I --decent, trusting people, people who care about others--usually make the mistake of assuming that the rest of the world is like us.




The Game



After a few miss-keys and a computer crash, I finally got the spreadsheet for the Anderson account finished and could proudly say I was midway through the pile of crap on my desk. I slumped in my chair. It was late and I was the only one in the cube farm on the third floor. At this rate, I'd never get finished with all of it today, but I had told my supervisor I would finish these spreadsheets before I went home... me and my big fucking mouth.

I had prided myself on being a fairly good worker, I paid attention to the details and I wasn't some 'Barbie' who put white out on her computer screen. But I wasn't above being distracted every once in a while and one of them was working his way through the cubes tonight.

To say that he had matinee movie star looks, a chiseled chin, wavy coal black hair, ocean-blue eyes, broad shoulders, a massive chest and everything else in proportion would be like a horrible cliché in some vapid porn story. Besides, he wasn't. He was tall, but bald, like he shaved it. The ocean-blue eyes were there, but they were behind wire-frame glasses. He certainly wasn't muscle-bound, but he was trim and knew how to carry himself, which to be honest, seems to be half the battle with most men. He didn't walk around like a human question mark, but more like an exclamation point, with his shoulders back and chest out. No dazzling smile, but a definitely cute grin with dimples that made my toes curl... honestly. He didn't come out of the gate, charging at you with gallons of testosterone, but sidled up next to you and talked softly ... oh, his voice, now that was money. It was deep, rich and smooth. And his dimples, did I mention his dimples?

In the past, we chatted and it had wonderfully developed in to a flirty banter between the two of us. Whenever he was on the floor doing something, he would come by and flash those dimples and we would chat. He was a janitor of sorts, but a little more than that and I had a feeling he was a bit overqualified for his job. But he seemed to enjoy where he was in life and I never questioned him about it. You have to understand the cubes here are rightupnexttoeachother, so to flirt and not have everyone talking took a bit of finesse and we seemed to both up to the challenge.

He was getting close to my cube and I was about to say hey, when the phone rang. Crap!

"McIntyre?"

"Yes, sir?" It was Mr. Wesson, the assistant head of my department.

"Do you know where the information on the staff meeting this morning is?"

"Yes, Mr. Wesson, I can email that to you right now."

"Well, that's fine, but I was wanting to know..."

"Sir, its on its way now to you, I included the minutes, those in attendance and the plan for the next meeting."

"Okay, thank you, McIntyre, I'll look it over."

I always prided myself with ending phone calls quickly. A lot of times they can end up being a quagmire of wasted time and takes me away from actually working or at least doing what I'd want to do most, like talking to a certain someone...

I stood up and looked around, he was gone. Shoot, I thought to myself, exercised my ninja phone skills for nothing. I sat down, dejected, and sighed.

"Boo."

I gave a jump and whirled around in my chair. He was standing behind me with that shit-eating grin on his face... and of course, can't forget the dimples.

"You about gave me a heart attack, Casey."

He gave a quick smile and sat down on my desk.

"I'm sorry hon, but it would've been okay, I am certified in CPR."

"Ohhh... that wouldn't mean Crappy Pickup Routine, would it?"

Casey grabbed his chest in mock pain.

"Oh! That hurt, baby..  the thrill is gone, huh?"

I shook my head, giggling.

"Hardly, its just I'm still here and I don't want to be, but I need to get this paperwork finished, so I'm just stuck... and if I keep getting phone calls like the one I just had, I'm never gonna get finished."

"Well alright," he said as he grabbed the very ineffective stress ball off my desk and started tossing it in the air, "if that's the case, then why don't we play a game?"

"A game?"

"Yep... one I know you'll enjoy."

"Okay," I said, pushing my keyboard drawer in and sitting back in my chair, "what are the rules, Mr. Hoyle?"

"Well, it starts with you sitting at your desk working with your spreadsheets... "

"Sounds incredibly boring."

"... and I'm sitting under your desk..."

I blinked.

"Okay, sounds slightly less boring."

"... but I'm not doing anything... "

"Okay, now I'm back to being incredibly bored... "

"... until the phone rings, then I start making things interesting."

"How interesting?"

"VERY interesting."

"Huh... well, okay...  I just use my ever-reliable ninja phone skills, get off the phone and enjoy the... "

"Oh no no," he said, shaking his head, "when the phone calls ends, so do I."

My jaw drops.

"Well... that's just evil."

"I know... that's what makes it fun," he said, with a twinkle in his eye.

"I don't know..." I started, and the next thing I know he's already ducked under my desk.

"Hey, I didn't say I was going to do this, y'know," I weakly protested, "besides just watch, with my luck I won't get another call for the rest of the..."

And then the phone rang...

... it rang again...

... and again.

A muffled voice came from under the desk.

"Umm, are you gonna get that?"

I took a deep breath and picked up the receiver.

"Hello, McIntyre?"

Oh god, it was Mr. Wesson again.

At first, his fingers slowly slid up from my ankles to my calves and finally to my thighs, his hands firmly spreading my legs, they were firm but gentle and slow.. I didn't feel like I was being manhandled and I could feel my skirt slowly inch up my thighs as my legs separated. His fingertips softly tickled around my inner thighs like feathers, I had to keep from squirming too much so as not to affect my speaking tone.

"I just wanted to go over some of the figures in the second spreadsheet for the Amalgamated account."

"Yes, sir."

I tried to concentrate on bringing up the appropriate files as his fingers traced back down my legs to my calves, gently massaging, tickling around my ankles... I thought this might not be TOO bad to maintain, but then he did it. He kissed me on the inside of my leg, just above my knee... 

"Now it seems like the figures for the third quarter are a little wonky, I want to make sure the equations are set right."

So many sensations, I could feel his lips gently kissing my skin, his goatee tickling and his breath gently warming my skin... feeling his exhales slowly run up my leg as his lips slowly nibbled their way up my leg.

"Um yes sir, well, I did double check those macros."

I felt his fingers gently running up my other leg, his fingertips tickling their way up to my knee and then further up. It was really hard to keep from squirming and try as I might, I couldn't help scooting by butt down to the edge of my chair... to give him easy access, knowing I was gonna pay for it... and not really caring.

In addition to trying to keep an ear out for the phone conversation, I wondered which would reach my pussy first, his lips or his fingers...  I about lost it when I realized it was going to be a tie... his tongue licked up my lips and took its time licking around my clit while his fingers teased around and easily slid in... two, I was guessing, very slowly making their way into me... deeper as his tongue settled on licking my clit from side to side...  I sat up in my chair slightly, bearing down on the sensations... my free hand balling up into a fist, trying to maintain composure on the phone.. "Well, okay... are we sure we're calculating the correct interest rate?"

His fingers inside me started into a rhythm, sliding in and out of me, gently moving deeper inside as I fumbled around with my mouse, trying to focus my eyes on my monitor.

"Yes, Mr. Wesson, we are."

I lurched against my desk when he arched his fingers, twisting them gently as they went in and out... his knuckles rubbing against my g-spot. His mouth was going to town on my clit, alternating between licking it up and down, side to side or teasing around it.. and every so often he gently suckle it into his mouth, making me gently pound my balled fist into the desk..

I startled myself a bit when I realized I was rocking in my chair and couldn't really remember when I started doing that. The twisty, in and out of his fingers, thrusting harder inside, coupled with his very hungry mouth were just about to complete their mission... rocking faster, my fist pounding harder... I couldn't help breathing deeper through my mouth, when I faintly heard..

"Well, okay, McIntyre, that's all the information I need, I'll let you get back to.. "

'NO, NO, NO!!" I screamed.

"WHAT?!?" Mr. Wesson said incredulously.

Casey really started working on me now, his fingers working slightly faster, right when I really needed to think of a reason to continue the phone call.  God, I really hated and loved him at the same time...

"Um, to be honest sir, um..  I really think we need to go over the responsibilities that we in the accounting department have... um..  those have changed recently and I think.. I think.. I would really be remiss if I didn't have those clear in my head."

The ONLY thing I had clear in my head was Caseys tongue slipping over my clit, ticlkling and teasing...

"Well, that's a bit of a lengthy list, McIntyre, I don't..."

"Please, please, Mr. Wesson," I pleaded, perhaps a bit too desperately, "Go over them again."

"Well... okay.  First off, there's the matter of making sure the figures in the quarterly spreadsheets are..."

I started rocking again as my breathing followed in time, I couldn't believe how deep he was, how good he felt, how teasing and talented his tongue was... most of all, I couldn't believe how much he was in tune to me, he took notice of everything and memorized it, if he got any kind of reaction, he would do a few more licks on that side of my clit and then move on... and then come back to it, like he was reading my mind. In the end, I'm not sure what I was doing -- rocking, pounding my fist harder, feeling the sweat bead on my skin, but I knew what I was feeling and it was all gonna heading toward...  me leaning forward in my chair, bearing down on the most incredible orgasm, I kept breathing, not holding it in, but spreading this amazing feeling all over my body..  from my tight shoulders to my trembling calves until finally I collapsed in my chair.. my head lolling back, my eyes closed against the fluorescent lights... my free arm went limp and my fist finally let go and relaxed, I wouldn't be surprised if it started floating involuntarily in the air, its certainly what I felt like doing.

"... before the deadline and certainly before the quarterly business meetings, if those numbers aren't there, then the whole department has egg on its face.  Now, I've talked to the department heads about whittling this list down... I know that sometimes it can all seem like a bit much..."

"Ohhhhhh," I said slowly, dreamily, "that's okay, Mr. Wesson."

"Well, that's good to hear, McIntyre, nice to have a team player. I'll go ahead and let you go."

I took a deep breath and put the receiver back on the cradle.

Casey slowly poked his head up, gingerly wiping his mouth and flashing happy dimples.

"So... um, how was that?"

"It was... amazing," I said, then shaking my head, "and horrible... and it was, god it was fantastic."

"Cool... ready to do it again?"

I shook my head again in surprise.

"No!  No, of course I don't want to do it again! I could have lost my job, my boss could've found out, I could've been fired."

Casey just knelt there, smiling up at me.

"No, no, no," I said, shaking my head, "never, ever, ever... we are NEVER doing that again!"

And then the phone rang.



The Game



A distant thump, the door opening and closing. I look over at the clock, it's 2:30 in the morning. "Fuck!"

Is tomorrow a game? I can't remember. I'm so tired. I hear rustling. And his steps moving down the hall. I can feel his presence, he's standing in the doorway and so I pretend to be sleeping.

Fuck. I'm angry, trying to keep my breathing calm.

We have a deal.

My eyes are closed and I don't move, but I am laying in the right position for him. He's standing close, "Sara, Sara." He's drunk. His shadow looming, god he is a big guy.

I feel his cock in the dark drag across my cheek in a liquid smear. 

"Sara, I got a game tomorrow." Silence, I don't move, his cock head is bobbing against my lips pushing and tapping. I press my tongue out and touch him with just the tip and he pushes harder as his length slips inside.

My hard little boy, my mouth opening wet, lazy and liquid as I hear a thug's growl: "All RIGHT, DO it." 

He is moving closer, and his rough hands are pulling at me. I turn slightly, keeping eyes closed. Running my tongue along the underside of his cock, I can feel a thick vein, the hole at his tip. I can feel his giant school ring, drag cold across my breast as he squeezes me, squeezing my tits. He breaths, "Ohhhh, Sara, thanks."

He fucks into my mouth a little faster, too fast, slow down so I reach out and hold his hip with my hand. He holds still at my touch and I lean up on an elbow, begin to bob on his shaft. Drawing him in and out. There is a light through the window, my eyes adjusting I can see him now and look up at him, our eyes meet. I can imagine how I look. He holds me by the the back of the neck and aids my progress.

Jason has a little problem, well not so little. He plays football, he's a big thick headed guy who gets nervous for the games. And so, this method of relief has emerged between us. He gets a hard on, a hard on that never goes down. It's been a crazy, and painful, problem. Erect, my little brother can barely fit into his nut cup!! He tried his hand but to no avail, not enough release. So he pleaded with me, and we have a deal.

His hand swings across my left cheek, a gentle caress, he is feeling the bulge of his cock head slide in and out. I press deep on him until his cock presses into my throat, and I can literally feel the vibration of his moan. His wiry hairs tickle my nose as I take all of him deep. He's pumping again and I let him as his hand wanders down across my breast and lower. The 'deal' is relief, but his wandering hands! I shake my head, uh uh. No touchy touchy. Hard to talk with your mouth full. He settles for my tit which I've allowed. He squeezes my nipples which get so sensitive and his pumping becomes a nice long stroke, I lick and suck, nibble and suck. Scrape my teeth on him, not long and his hands are wandering again.

Oh fuck it. 

I lift my knee up, let my thighs spread apart, with the heat of his cock pumping in my mouth, keeping a steady friction, and his fingers are playing with my nice trim bush, Ohhhhh! Now I am moaning, he's opening my cunt. My pussy spreads wet and slippery, god I am getting horny. His fingers sliding on me now, oh fucking god. I let him. 

His hand clamping down, I am far too familiar with him to try or want to fight. Hurry up, now I need him to cum. It is a race with his finger in me, one I do NOT want him to win. Cum!! Even as my hips undulate around his deviant hand mashing my cunt. 

"I love this," he says. "I love watching you. You're so beautiful." 

He's sweet and I smile as much as I can. He turns sweet, I like that. I am turning hungry and ravenous and picture something larger than his finger inside me. Cum dammit! I am lifting my ass up from the bed and following his hand with my hungry little slit.

He puts his thumb diagonally across my clit and I about explode, am pumping him furiously and gripping his ass with my claws, he cums faster when I scratch him. My nails dig in and I feel his cock jump. He's close! He's really close! The guys tease him about the nail scratches on his ass, and he won't tell them who it is. 

He better not ever!

His palm is cupping and squeezing my cunt, his thumb diddling my clit and he buries his middle finger to the hilt in me as I buck against his hand. I am so hot and clamp my legs on his hand. His cock is twitching and I claw him good, can feel his skin dig in my nails.

"Ohhh God!" 

His cock is spurting, cumming in thick ribbons down my throat. I don't want a mess. No! Am drinking as fast as I can, god dammit. His spurts leaking down my chin and I can't take him fast enough, his spray cascades across my neck. Fuck. He's moaning and lets go of my puss, and my brain is all NOOOOOO! Don't let go, keep touching me. I want to cum now, horny as hell. His cock is pulling out of my mouth, softening. 

He's standing there with pants around his knees. He says, "Leave your mouth open." He likes to see his cum. Such an egotist. I hold my mouth open for him, the display, though its mostly swallowed but he can see his handiwork running down my face and neck.

"You got me in the hair," I say. 

My sheet is down around my thighs, and I am laying naked. He's seeing more and more of me in this game. His cock is soft now, and this one time will generally do the trick. He's out of breath and fumbling with his pants.

Then he does something remarkable, for a guy, for my dumb little brother. He takes his hand from my face and dips his fingers into the glass of wine that is sitting on my night stand. I can see his fingers in the deep red from in the glass turning all pink and transparent on his skin. I should be yelling at him for ruining my wine!

But he wets my lips with it, rubbing the wine into my skin, across my mouth. His hand moves slowly down my neck following the trail of cum, smearing his cum into my skin, mixing it with the wine, and then around my lips again. Cum and wine. I hold my mouth slack against his touch, as he smears the liquids into my mouth. Running his fingers across my teeth, from left to right, back along the lower teeth from right to left. 

"I love your mouth sis. You got a wicked one."

My other mouth is more wicked, I think to myself.

He presses his thumb on my tongue which prompts me to begin sucking him again, just sucking on his hand, like I want it all again (I do this time). He is smiling as he lets go.

He holds his palm out. He says, "Dry me off." I take my napkin and run it across his hands and it comes back all pink. I feel like a virgin, like he has done something amazing. 

I have this moment of yielding, of wanting everything.

This 'Deal' is turning into something, I want. I need. 

Are you hard? 

How could I ever totally give myself? I can't. He's my brother. This deal is something I can do, I agreed to it. Sucking him off. Girls do it all the time. He could force me. And then I see myself tied to the bed, trussed up in the back of his pick up truck, attacked in the shower. I am wetter than I have ever been in my life and my hand runs down between my legs. I can feel him there. Sweat beads on my upper lip. God I itch. God I ache.

I close my eyes and open my mouth. A baby bird. Tied and stripped, yielding, legs open, naked. It's quiet. He dips his fingers into the wine and I am sucking his fingers again, feed me. 

Do you get it??

I slip from the soft bed to my knees there in the dark, my bare toes brushing the cold wooden floor. I gather a little pillow under my knees for padding and begin opening his pants.

And I do say it, "Are you still hard?"

I am pressing his shirt up his abdomen, and I can feel the warmth of his body on my face. I open his pants and touch his cock, which is firm, not stiff, not painfully hard. I stare, caressing his hips and ass. This part of the body, buried in fabric, our secret. I give blow jobs to my brother before his games. I can see the hard outline of his cock when we sit down to dinner. This part of him, the only part that could truly be physically inside of me, possess me, fill me. It is possible. I could take this part of my brother, envelope it inside of myself, this part of him could be IN me. I could open my legs and let him inside, without touching anything else, we could become one and make our one whole body explode in blinding pleasure. 

Cum in me, it's a thought that I speak out loud. 

"I want you inside me." 

Feel it pulse, alive, inside of me. With those words, his cock grows rock hard!

I lay my hand along its length and press it against his belly, and begin to push his shirt up again, and he finishes it. He steps out of his pants and I stand. We are naked, both of us, facing each other and I lean up on tippy toes and kiss my brother on the mouth. The first time. He has that half grin, such a beautiful man.

"You serious?"

I sit on the bed a moment, lost in this thought, and lay onto my stomach. "Just take me. I can say NO if you need me to." 

He's following me onto the bed, I can feel his weight, feel his cock slide across my thighs. I am laying down flat, up on my elbows. My dark hair is hanging down. As he holds himself up on his knees beside me I say, "No. Jason, don't, don't do it." 

He takes my hair in his hand and pulls, and my head jerks back.

"Say it again."

"Stop, don't."

I look back. My brother is gazing worshipfully at my ass. (Is that possible?)

That spot between my legs, we are completely silent as his leg rises and straddles me. I am on fire, quivering. I want to push back and find him. Patience. Be patient. I cannot believe this is going to happen. I want to explode. I am so hungry, just the touch, his cock sliding up between my thighs. My whole body is trembling. His hands run across my shoulders, comforting, like he knew what I was thinking. I put my head down on the mattress and turn my ass up, position myself, waiting. Fuck me. 

His cock rises and I feel the folds of my flesh slip open, his cock guiding in, slipping on me, I am working my ass around to find it. The mushroom of his penis head is so thick and it pops right inside. "Ahhhhhh," my breath leaves me, I push back.

We ARE one. 

My body swells with love, lust, desire, wanting him to be part of me. Alive inside of me. His cock is sliding in, deep inside, slippery and dripping, and I am moving myself, positioning, making it as easy as I can. The taste of wine and cum is still on my breath. I reach back and touch his thigh, feel his movement on me. "Ah. Ahhhhh." 

Oh fucking god. I will regret this. Yes!

I claw his thigh, dig my nails in. That groan of a wild animal leaves him as I scratch. He pulls back until just barely touching me and then pushes inside, all the way in, and I can feel it against my belly, fucking god. Oh fucking god. I whimper, "Yes. God yes." 

"You ok?" He whispers.

"Oh. God yes."

I've held it in my fingertips, gazed at it sticking straight out, touched it to the back of my throat. He is pumping into me, and I am struck dumb by the incredible smoothness of it. It's not smooth in my mouth. A perfect fit. It feels too hot to the touch now.

I bring my hips up higher, rise to my knees and press back, and his fingers are wrapping around my hip, he's playing with my clit again. Rubbing my clit rough. Ohhhhh, I cannot breath. His cock pumping into me and my clit aching, grinding into him. This is what started it, I think. We are fucking in earnest, almost almost almost touching it. So deep. So fucking deep. Harder. Oh you are there!! 

I am so aroused, fire, on fire, my thighs are trembling and the weight of him against me, my head is pushing up into the headboard and I am squeezing the sheets in my hand. I swore I could feel it coming up farther than I thought possible, my belly is filled with cock.

"Keep doing that" I hiss.

My body is stiffening, the whole room shifts to white. I forget, I am forgetting, my ass is pushing hard, he is fucking me, pounding, all my strength god he is pounding me so hard, I am breaking. He is pulling and pushing, oh god. Oh yes. I am cumming, it is like a piece of glass, I am cutting, hot. I looked back can see his his shaft ramming into me, and then he pushes in and holds it. Oh Oh God. 

I can feel him cumming, spurt after spurt. My slick soft little pussy turns sticky and this softly softening cock, pulling away, shrinking. And I was worried about cum leaking on my chin. shit. I will leak him all the rest of the night. Yes. 

I shouldn't have done it. God yes!! Beautiful regret.

I lay flat again, that little sensitive flap of skin, I notice it under my upper lip and I lightly touch it. I just remember that for some reason. So full. He is still inside me, holding himself to me. I can feel his cheek right at the middle of my back and I know what he is thinking. That this may never happen again, that he never wants it to end. 

But he slips out, and I roll onto my back and look up at my brother in the darkness, my heart in my eyes.

"It's ok." I say, "For the game," I say.

"Don't forget," he says. "Sometimes during the day I want you to remember how it was with you..."

God, there's so much more.

I'm sitting in the library, looking at stuff. He walks over and pulls my skirt up my left leg and holds his hand right at my inner thigh, brushes my panties with his thumb, as I read. You know how fucking wonderful that is?

I am robbed of breath, speech, the ability to move. 

Every cell in my body is awash with lust. 

Try it some time.



The Game



"I have a confession," said my husband as we sat at our kitchen counter having our morning coffee.

"What kind of confession?" I asked, not sure if this was going to be something serious, or a confession about breaking a dish and not telling me.

I guess he could see the concern on my face when he said, "It's nothing bad just something that happened and I'm not sure how to explain it."

"The best way is to just tell me," I said.

"You're right, last night at the cook-out I noticed a young guy staring at you, he watched you every where you went."

"Who was it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure exactly, I think he was introduced to us when we first got there, but I wasn't paying that much attention. He was lean with curly dark hair, a handsome young man. He had on white shorts and a blue tee-shirt." 

"Oh, that was Jay, Irene and Dave's son. He's 18 and going to college in the fall. I did notice him watching me and I was kind of flattered," I said with a smile.

"Yeah that's right, now I remember being introduced."

"So what's the confession?" I asked.

"I think after the build up you're going to think this is silly, but here goes. I noticed that he was looking at you as you moved around the party and, as you know, when you would bend over people could see your cleavage."

"Just a little maybe," I said, again with a smile.

"I know, you weren't hanging out or anything like that, but I noticed Jay would always move into a position that would give him a better view," he said.

"Gee now I am feeling flattered, so what's the confession? " I said.

"Well while I was watching him peeking down your blouse, I got a hard on," he said with a laugh, realizing how silly it sounded.

He continued, "Seeing a young man looking at you that way was such a turn on to me. I had to sit down so the bulge in my pants wouldn't show."

"Oh my God, that is so funny," I said while laughing. "You pervert you!"

"I'm glad you find it funny and don't think I really am a pervert, "he said.

"I think it's cute and sexy too," I said.

"There's another part of my confession."

"There's more?"

"Last night while we were having sex I was fantasizing about him seeing you naked," he blurted out.

"I'm not so sure I like that you had to fantasize while making love to me," I said, getting a little pissed.

"No it wasn't like that Gloria, the thought would just pop into my head every once in awhile."

"Yeah, well next time clue me in on your fantasy and I'll decide if it's one I approve of," I said.

"Do you approve of the one I had?" he asked.

"Actually the thought of having a handsome 18 year old staring at me is very sexy," I answered.

The idea of being seen naked by a younger man was something I found myself fantasizing about over the last few years. I never mentioned it to my husband and now that he told me about Jay just looking at me, I was finding it more stimulating than he might have thought.

I poured us more coffee and went out by the pool to drink it. My son soon joined us before he went to his summer job. The "confession" wasn't mentioned again that day, but I must admit I did think about Jay a few times during the day.

That night when we went to bed, my husband cuddled up to me and asked if I thought he was weird because he got excited by watching someone peek down my blouse. I told him I didn't and to forget about it.

As we had sex that night I fantasized that Jay was watching us.

It was the next Friday after we both had a busy week working, we were sitting out by our pool enjoying a well deserved cocktail.

"The Dolans are having an evening cocktail party at their home tomorrow and I told them we would attend," I told my husband.

"Ah gee Gloria, I wish you would ask me first before you go and accept things like that. I asked Ted and Mark to going fishing with me out on the boat tomorrow and I don't want to have to rush back to go to a cocktail party," he said.

"Wouldn't it have been nice if you told me about your fishing trip," I said. "I'll go by myself and give your apologizes. The kids were invited for a pool party there at the same time. Plus I know plenty of people there so I can still have fun," I said, but letting him know I was annoyed.

We didn't discuss it the rest of the evening. I wasn't really as mad as I let him believe, but I would like to be consulted when he plans a guys day out fishing.

He was out of the house before I even woke up. When I woke I laid in my bed deciding if I should masturbate or not when I remembered I had an early morning nail appointment.

I masturbate by humping my pillow while fantasizing about a certain person or situation. I've done it that way since I was very young when I didn't really know what I was doing. I'm sure having Jay looking at me would have been the fantasy today. 

I got my nails done, did some grocery shopping and went home. My daughter, who is 15, was just getting her breakfast, it was 11:30. My son 17 was at his summer job.

My daughter informed me that she was going to the party tonight, but was going to her girlfriend's house first and would spend the night at her house after the party. I'll talk to her friends mother to confirm those plans, I was 15 once myself!

At 7:30 I was all dressed and ready to go to the party, I checked myself out in the bedroom mirror. Damn I looked hot! I don't lack confidence by the way. 

I have short blonde hair, a good figure, but I wish I had a better butt. I do have nice boobs and great legs. I'm 45 years old and have to work on keeping it all together. I run four times a week.

The party was summer casual so I was wearing white Capri pants, a shear white thong so I wouldn't have panty lines with a pale orange blouse that buttoned up the front and a shear white bra. White sandals and hoop earrings as accessories. I knocked on my son's bedroom door to see if he was ready, but when he answered he was still in his work clothes. He said he might just go to his friends' house and skip the party. 

As soon as I arrived at the party I met several friends and we laughed and talked and had a cocktail or two.

I had my eye out for Jay, just out of curiosity you understand, to see if he was still watching me. I did notice him talking with friends, but he didn't seem to be giving me any "special" attention. In the process of looking for him I did notice another young fellow approximately the same age as Jay looking at me. I saw him more than once. 

I was sitting at an empty table just to take a break when a woman that I knew from the parties, but didn't know real wel, sat down next to me.

"Hi Gloria, hope you don't mind if I join you. I have to give my feet a rest, "she said as she kicked off her shoe and rubbed her foot.

"Glad to have the company Kay, I was doing the same thing myself," I told her.

"Is your husband here tonight, I haven't seen him?" she asked.

"No I came alone, but my daughter is roaming around here somewhere, she came with some friends."

"I'm surprised all the guy's haven't been swarming all over you since you're unescorted," she said.

"My ego's in tacked, a few of the guys have been very friendly," I said with a smile.

Kay was an attractive woman in her early 50's. Her hair was a silver gray and looked great with her tan. She has a very nice figure, ample breasts and a very shapely butt. Her husband is I would guess about 10 or more years older than her and a golfing partner of my husband on occasion.

"Kay, speaking of guys swarming; I've notice at the last few parties that there are some young guys 18 to 20 years old walking around looking at me. The only reason I'm mentioning it now is I see Jay standing over there looking at both of us and the guy over there in the blue shirt and the guy next to him are looking at us also," I said.

"You're very observant Gloria, and you're right they have been looking you over and they are most definitely looking at us now.

"Gloria, no matter what I tell you now do you promise never and I mean never tell another soul about what I'm about to say?"

"As long as you can assure be it's nothing illegal or some other crime," I said, and only half kidding.

"It's nothing bad, just something very sexy and not something we would want repeated," she said.

"Sexy I can handle," I said, thinking this is going to be a story about someone's indiscretions.

"Okay to give you a quick overview. I started an exhibitions game made up of young men and older women. The average age of the guys is around 21 and the ladies from mid 30's on up. I'm the only one that knows all the participants and I'm the dominatrix of the club meaning I decide you will meet who and when. There is no sex expected, just exposing yourself to each other, then moving on. If sex should occur it's up the individuals, but it isn't part of the game rules," she said and paused looking at me.

I was amazed by what she was telling me and had a million questions, but I found the idea very sexy.

"Kay what do you mean you decide who meets who and when?" I asked.

"Our meetings mostly happen at parties or large group affairs. Through on occasion I've set something up when a game player told me they would be available for a meeting. So as an example; I would tell you to go to a certain private area here at this party, I would also tell a young man to go to the same location. Once there you would expose yourself to him and he in return would do the same thing. It could be just a quick flash of your breasts or more if you like. You would then both return to the party. Our members find it just as much a turn on when they return to the party and go their own direction to make eye contact later during the evening knowing that they exposed themselves to that person. It's more of a head game than having sex .It could be a lot of fun if you're an exhibitionist. Do you think this would be something you would enjoy Gloria?"

"I'm getting excited just from hearing about it! So I can assume that Jay and the other guys are part of the game?" I asked.

"Yes, but I have to talk to them about being more discreet. They were just supposed to keep an eye out for anyone that would be a good addition to our game, not get picked out of a crowd as a stalker"

"How do husbands fit into the picture?" I asked.

"If you tell him what you're doing you should never mention me or the other game players. Though this isn't illegal it's not something you would want all your friends to know about, I'm sure you can appreciate that, so what do you think?"

"What if I try it and find out it's not something I like?"

"Just tell me and I won't match you up after that, this is a fun thing, so if you don't enjoy it, why play."

This is something I would never have dreamed of doing, well okay maybe dreamed about, but to do it for real was very sexy. I liked the idea of showing myself to the guys and to be able to look at them was a bonus.

"Kay you can count me in. What's the next step?" I asked 

"I'll monitor your first meet, just to make sure you understand how it works and also to make sure you'll actually do it," she told me.

"Are the male players just young guys?" I asked.

"For now they are, but we've been thinking about adding people of all ages as long as they're sexy," she said with a smile.

"One more question, I'm bisexual do you ever have two women meet?" I asked with a grin.

"That's something I'll keep in mind," she answered also with a grin.

"When can I have my test meet?" I asked.

"Go into the house to the second floor, the last room on the right is a guest bedroom, I'll be there shortly."

As I was going into the house I had that sexy feeling in the pit of my tummy, this was so bizarre, but what a turn on!

I was in the designated bedroom for only a few minutes when Kay walked in with a young blond haired boy of 18. I was hoping it would be Jay since I've been fantasizing about him, but this guy was adorable.

"Gloria, this is Eddie," said Kay.

"Hello Eddie."

"Hello Gloria."

"This is a little different, because this is the first time for both of you," Kay said, giving both of us a smile.

Eddie had blonde hair and was thin; but he was very cute, he seemed almost embarrassed which I found to be very exciting.

"So in the future when you're set up to meet someone you'll arrive in a room or another location, you can introduce yourself, but giving any other information about yourself is up to you. Gloria you can start first and I'll stand back here and watch," she said as she move to the corner of the room.

I was standing about 5 feet in front of Eddie, he looked nervous as hell, but his eyes stayed glued to my hands as I unbuttoned my blouse. When I removed it I looked down at myself and saw my erect nipples pressing against my shear bra. I then slowly pulled down my pants so I was standing before sexy Eddie in my bra and thong.

"Eddie, do you like what you're seeing?" I asked with a smile.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever done," he answered with such a sincere face I had to laugh.

"Eddie, please don't make me wait, pull down your shorts for me," I asked.

He removed his shorts and briefs together. I saw a beautiful young cock standing straight up, God this was so hot!

I unhooked the clasp of my bra and let it drop to the floor, while I was doing that Eddie removed his shirt. It was such a sight seeing such a nice hard cock on such a thin frame, very sexy indeed! I pulled my thong down and could feel myself getting wetter as Eddie stared at my trimmed pussy. I reached out for his hand and he took it. I placed his hand on my pussy and pulled our bodies together in an embrace.

"Okay Gloria and Eddie, you don't want to get too carried away, time to get dressed and back to the party. You have to remember you can only be missing for a short period of time or people will get suspicious. You both did great welcome to the club."

Eddie and I got dressed and headed back to the party. Kay was right, seeing Eddie during the party gave me an extra thrill knowing that the handsome young man saw me naked and I saw him. Also I couldn't help but wonder who else was playing the game.



The Game



After my long and dull meeting ended I was eager to get away from the clichéd business speak and settle into a quiet bar stool for a slow gin and tonic. Maybe chase it with a beer. I took a walk several blocks from the convention center in hopes of not bumping into anyone I'd know and found a quaint little establishment that seemed perfect for what I was looking for. The lights were down low, the music not deafeningly loud and a cute bartender to boot. Perfect.

I order up my gin and tonic and sip it slowly, feeling the cool drink slide down my throat, the alcohol easing my tired being. Soon I'm in my own little bubble, impervious to the outside world, for a short time at least. Until Amber arrived and introduced me to her own version of existence. Little did I know.

5'6", dark hair, slightly over 110 lbs and fit as a marathon runner, she scooted up in the bar stool next to me. Initially I was so absorbed in my drink that I didn't even notice her. If it hadn't been for the gentle wafting of her lovely perfume I may never have. Normally I'm not even a perfume kind of guy, most of them give me a headache. But Amber smelled like pure sweet vanilla cream.

My nostrils flair and I look around to see where that lovely fragrance is coming from. Our eyes meet and we both instantly know. What a rare and wonderful coincidence. We smile approvingly but don't speak. I sip again at my drink and moan softly at how it makes me feel, moments later she does the same. Like a lock and a key.

At ease in each other's presence our verbal doesn't begin for several minutes and when it does there is no talk of the weather, no talk of the stress of life, no mention of traffic or any of life's other dull mundane details.

She speaks first. "You're not wearing your ring, but you are married and not happily. You immerse yourself in work and then sip the occasional gin and tonic to make it go away. It's not enough. The gin and tonic is not enough to suspend reality. You need more."

Our eyes lock during her assessment, neither of us deflect, like two opposing trains on the same track. I say the only thing worth saying. "Yes, you are correct." Takes one to know one, I surmise, instantly understanding that her existence is an anti-parallel universe. We are mirror images.

We empty our drinks, pay the tab and slip off of our bar stools. Extending her hand she says "follow me, let us suspend reality more effectively."

I follow her out of the bar, my eyes darting uncontrollably up and down her lithe body. The gentle curve of her hips, narrowing to a waist tight enough for me to nearly wrap my hands around. Small, perky tits. White creamy skin gracing the lines of her long, slender neck. We walk arm in arm across the street to her hotel, take the elevator up without so much as a word.

We enter her spacious room and walk toward the bed when she starts to speak. "I knew instantly when I entered that bar today that we were made for each other. I'm a very sexually driven woman who needs much more than my husband can or will provide. I need to be sexually pleased, I need to fuck and suck and cum and I plan to use your wonderful body to meet my needs. You have a gorgeous body. I wonder if your wife even appreciates you. I think not. I think she takes you for granted. Well I won't. I'm going to relish in using you and milking you dry."

We embrace briefly, I run my hands up and down her curvaceous sides. She breaks our embrace and moves to the night stand and takes out a blindfold from the top drawer. "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable and while I'm doing that, take off your clothes, all of them, fold them neatly and place them in the dresser. Put on the blindfold and remain standing here until I return." Our eyes lock, I know my pupils have dilated with excitement, so much so that the room is suddenly much brighter.

I do as requested, first unbuttoning and removing my shirt, my nipples already rock hard. Then my pants, my socks and finally my underwear. I fold them neatly, place them in the drawer before returning to the center of the room and donning the blindfold.

Several minutes pass before I again detect her presence. Again, its her lovely perfume that betrays her return. I can feel her gaze then hear her soft footfalls on the carpeting as she walks in slow circles around me. I feel so exposed and aroused being placed under her microscope.

"I can see you take good care of yourself" she says, running her hands up and down my firm abdominal muscles, circling around me. Her hands move lower to squeeze my ass. "Such a tight firm ass you have my darling." Her hands move up and down my firm thighs as she moves back around in front of me. "Oh and this cock... this cock is gorgeous. I'm going to have so much fun fucking it, sucking it, teasing it. Your balls are big and heavy and full of cum. We'll both surely enjoy that too. I promise you."

"But before we get to what I want to do to your cock, your beautiful lips need to become acquainted with my pussy. Mmmm I can't wait to cum all over your pretty mouth. Come now, let's get you into position. I want you to lie on the bed on your back with your head hanging over the edge. I'm going to lower myself onto your face and grind my sweet pussy against you until I explode and bathe your face in my sweet girl cum."

Amber guides me onto the bed, I roll over and slide to the edge. I can hear the soft rustle of of clothing as she removes her panties. Then feel as she teases the soft material over my nose. The wonderful fragrance of her perfume combined with the heady scent of her wet pussy fill my nostrils. I take it in, moaning softly. "Mmm, you smell wonderful, Amber. I can't wait to please you with my mouth, my lips, my cock, my fingers... my entire body is yours to enjoy and do with what you like."

"Oh, that's a good slut. I'm glad to see you're devoted to your cause. You're just what I've been needing for a very long time."

Slowly she eases up close to me, her wonderfully fragrant pussy hovering just inches over my face. She begins rubbing my chest, gently squeezing and pinching my nipples. They harden at her touch and she continues, gradually increasing the pressure until she's pinching them hard. "Oh, I can see you like a bit of pain play, don't you slut. Pinching your nipples has already made you harder... oh... and I think I see a bit of precum already forming. Well, we can't let that go to waste, can we?"

She reaches down and takes my cock in her hand, gently squeezing at the tip, opening up my cum slit and scoops up a generous droplet of precum. "I need to know how you taste, but before I find out for myself I want you to tell me." She brings her finger to my mouth and I open up obediently. I suck on her finger as if it were her clit and lick the precum from my lips. "That's it slut boy, relish in the taste of your own juices for a moment, then describe their flavor for me." I suck her finger a while longer before she removes her finger.

"My precum tastes thick and rich on my tongue. It's both salty and sweet and very enjoyable to savor."

"Very nice description" she replies. "Maybe I need to have a little taste for myself." She leans down, holding the base of my cock in her soft hand she puts her mouth around the head of my cock, her tongue darting in and out of my cum slit. She presses firmly with the tip of her tongue, probing deep inside my cock. "Mmm" she moans, the vibrations reverberate against my hard cock. "I'm glad you also enjoy my precum, my Queen." I open my legs wide to give her full access to my cock, balls and whatever else she might desire.

She runs her sharp nails up and down my inner thighs. "Oh, that's a good little slut. I just love to see how horny you are. There's nothing I like better than a horny man slut."

"But enough about you, it's time for my pleasure." She stands back up, hovering over me and takes my face in her hands, slowly lowering her pussy onto my mouth. I open my mouth and firmly press my tongue against her clit while she grinds her sweet pussy against me. I moan softly against her horny pussy. "Mmm, you taste soo good my Queen. Just relax and let me please you, cum whenever you're ready." She continues grinding her pussy against me, my tongue pressing against her clit, running along her slit and probing her tight pussy hole with each stroke. I can feel her lips swelling, her clit hardening over time and I know it won't be long before I get my prize. She leans forward and opens her legs wider, placing even more pressure on my face and begins grinding harder and faster. Soon her legs are bucking, intense moans escape her lips and her pussy begins to quiver.

"Oh my god... Oh my god... I'm cumming" she screams. Her pussy bucking and grinding faster and faster as it erupts on my mouth, coating my face with her sweet juices. I lap at her pussy, eagerly trying to milk her for all I can get. I take her clit in my mouth and suck it hard, running my tongue over the sensitive bud and moan against it. Her orgasm proceeds for several more seconds as she feeds me even more of her sweet girl cum.

She stays pressed against me but reaches back and removes the blindfold, finally allowing me a view of the beautiful pussy I just sucked to orgasm. She is clean shaved, the very tips of her outer lips a beautiful dark brown, the inside the most beautiful bright pink I have yet seen.

"Mmm your pussy is as beautiful as it is delicious, truly a pleasure to fuck with my mouth."

"Glad you enjoyed it because there'll be a lot more before I'm done with you" she says with a mischievous smile.

Amber stands up alongside the bed and with the blindfold gone, her naked body is a sight to behold. Long thin legs reveal the fruits of her exercise program, showing definition as she shifts her weight from side to side. My eyes glide up her creamy skin and settle on her perfect perky A-cup tits. Her nipples stand erect, red in the center slowly fading to a dark brown at the edges.

"I'm glad you like what you see" she says, knowingly. After several minutes of gazing at her, she sits on the floor facing me, her image inverted as I stare into her lovely face still lying upside down on the bed.

"I think it's time to play a little game" she says, gently stroking my hair with the tips of her fingers. "Now that I've gotten to cum I feel much calmer and have the patience to play with you a bit more. Here's the game we'll play: I'm going to put the blind fold on you then I'm going to play with your cock, tease it, maybe even hurt it a little bit in various ways. It will be your job to tell me what it is that I'm doing to your cock. Am I stroking it with my hands? With my feet? Am I sucking it? Was that my teeth raking over your cock head or was it my fingernails. Was it my tongue slipping inside it's pretty cum slit or was it a cock plug? The list goes on. There will be several rules. 1. You are not allowed to cum. If you are getting close and don't think you can take any more you need to warn me and I'll stop what I'm doing. 2. No peeking. If I catch you cheating you will be punished. Finally, you need to correctly guess what I'm doing 3 times before I take the blindfold off. When I take the blindfold off, you'll be rewarded, I get you off using one of the methods you guessed correctly. Your choice. And of course for each time you incorrectly guess what I'm doing, you will receive a punishment."

"Now, flip over and lie on your back, get your head up at the head of the bed. I'm going to tie you up spread eagle so I have full access to whatever I need." She left the blindfold off while she tied first my arms, then my legs to the bed with soft silk scarves. Of course she did whatever she cold to tease me while doing so. She positioned herself so her tits were just inches from my face while tying my arms. Her nipples so beautiful and inviting that my mouth began watering. When it came time to tie up my legs, she crouched on the bed, bending over to give me the most marvelous view of her round ass, her cheeks gently parted to show off her pretty little shaved pussy. Finally, she squatted down over my chest to slip the blindfold on. By the time I was finally tied up and blindfolded a steady stream of precum was running from my cock.

"Well, my gorgeous slut, it's time to begin. I'm really going to enjoy teasing and tormenting you. Your balls will be so sore you'll just be begging me to make you cum by the time this little game is over. It's going to be harder than you think, trust me."

"Okay, here goes." I could feel my cock being lifted gently away from my body as something was quickly wrapped around the length of my shaft. My cock head still seemed exposed since I could feel the coolness of the air there but not over the rest of my cock. Had she slipped me into some sort of chastity device? I waited patiently. My cock head swelled as my cock was gradually squeezed more and more firmly, then I felt a sudden sharp pain as something struck the engorged head of my penis.

I screamed out softly and jumped at the suddenness of whatever she had done. Did she flick my cock head with her finger? Did she strike it with a whip? A pencil? I waited patiently. She did it again, my legs jumping at the sensation. Directly beside me on the bed I heard her giggle at my reaction. "Oh, slut, you're so cute when you jump like that. Did I hurt your pretty cock? Did I make it sting a little bit. Well, just remember any pain I inflict on your pretty cock is only to put into perspective the pleasure it's about to receive."

Again, I felt the sharp sting on the head of my cock. Knowing that she was standing beside I surmised it must be something long handled, otherwise she wouldn't be able to reach. "Sex Queen, are you whipping my cock?" I asked, hoping I'd be correct.

"Very good slut. That one was easy, I revealed my position by talking to you from beside the bed. The next one will be more difficult. Tell me though, did you enjoy having your cock bound up tightly and then whipped. Did it make you horny?"

"Yes, my cock is so hard and sensitive. I don't think I've ever felt so hard and horny. My cock must be gushing precum for you Queen."

"Oh, you're right indeed. The entire head of your cock is covered in your precum. You've got one correct answer but before we move on to the next stage I think you need to be tormented a bit more." With that I felt the whip come down more sharply on my cock head, slapping it hard. My balls were next, she lightly tapped each of my balls, alternating between them and increasing the intensity with each slap. She started off very soft and gentle and continued until my legs kicked with each stroke of the whip. "Oh, you're so cute when you jump and kick." Finally she climbed up onto the bed and sat on my chest to remove the cock restraint. Before getting back up, she took a moment to rub her pussy against my face again.

"Thank you for that Queen. I love your pussy and it's a privilege each time you let me taste it."

With that, she cuddled up next to me and kissed my lips. "You're a beautiful plaything and I'm so glad I found you." Then, whispering in my ear "I'm especially glad you like the taste of my pussy, because I've got something very special in mind for you."

Then she stood up, walked around the bed and climbed up between my legs. Again, I felt my cock gently lifted up away from my stomach and something quickly slid down it's full length. I couldn't tell if it was her hands, clenched into tight fists, one over the other, if it was her pussy, or maybe even some other toy. The contrast between having my cock and balls whipped and then stroked tightly was incredible. She continued stroking the full length of my cock for a few more seconds before sliding quickly off and tugging firmly on my balls. I gasped at the sudden transition from intense pleasure to pain, my legs again bucking wildly.

"Oh, that's very cute" she giggled. "I think you probably know that was my hand tugging on your heavy balls, but any idea what caused that wonderful feeling on your cock?"

"No, I don't want to guess yet" I replied "I don't want to be wrong."

"Suit yourself then." She returned to stroking my cock as she had previously, this time slightly slower, taking time to let the head of my cock completely emerge from whatever she was pumping it with. My cock stayed upright throughout so I guessed it was probably not her hands stroking me. Was it her pussy? Was it her feet? A toy? Her weight on the bed was too close to me for it to have been her feet, so that left either her pussy or some sort of toy. My thoughts were interrupted by another sharp tug on my balls.

Again I cried out and jerked at the sudden pain and again I heard her soft giggle from between my legs. The intensity of her voice suggested she might be facing away from me and without even thinking, I blurted out "I think you're riding my cock this time fucking, me with your pussy."

"Very good. I think you already know me too well. You know how randy my pussy is, you probably figured I'd need to be fucked soon, didn't you?"

"Yes, I figured your little cunny was getting horny again, but it was your voice that gave it away again."

I felt her rise, standing between my legs. "Well, slut, you've done very well so far. That's two for two already. You've only got to get one more right answer before I let you cum. I think this game is moving along too fast. And I know that my pussy needs to fuck and cum again."

She stood motionless for a short while, contemplating her next move. "I'm going to remove your blindfold temporarily, all the better to tease you my pet. I know how you love to gaze at me. And I need to ride that beautiful cock a while longer, I need to cum all over it." She sat on my chest, facing me, legs spread wide and lifted the blindfold. The first thing my eyes settled on was her tight pussy nestled be between her creamy white thighs, then her firm stomach, her perky tits and finally her cute, naughty smile.

"Oh I need to ride your big hard cock for a while. but I can't have it going off yet. My little friend here is going to make sure that gorgeous cock behaves." From under the pillow she removed a long slender cock plug with a mean steel ball mounted on one end and a glans ring on the other. She slowly slid her body down mine until my cock head was pressed against her tight opening, then reached down between her legs to rub my cock head up and down the length of her slit. The sharp localized sensation on my cock head overstimulated me and my legs and torso bucked with each stroke.

She kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue pressed inside my mouth for a moment before she pulled away. "Here, give my mean little friend a kiss before I slip it inside you." She held the plug up to my lips and I did as she asked, sucking on the ball of the plug and wetting the shaft with my saliva. Just as she was inserting the plug into my mouth she suddenly slid down onto my cock, taking me all the way into her wet slippery pussy.

I gasped as she lifted herself off of me as quickly as she had impaled herself. She knelt on the bed between my legs and took my cock in one hand and with the other began slowly inserting the plug into my cock. She slowly fucked my cock with the plug, inserting a bit more with each stroke until it was all the way in and held in place with the glans ring.

"Oh, I think you cock is fit for a Queen now slut. I just love the deep purple of your cock head. You're so swollen and hard for me. With that plug in place you'll never be able to cum." She stroked my cock slowly with one hand, the other hand running slowly up and down my inner thigh. "Mmm, my pretty slut, I can't wait to cum all over your beautiful cock!"

"Watch while I ride that beautiful cock now slut." She stood up and turned around, facing away from me, squatted down and guided my cock into her pussy. Moving her hips around in a circular motion she began fucking my cock hard and deep, impaling herself on my cock. Long before she showed any signs of cumming, I began to feel my orgasm build. I cried out, my orgasm building and building. I warned her that I was getting close, feeling my balls tighten up. I was sure I was only seconds away from cumming but she kept riding me hard. If anything her pace quickened.




The Game



They have been flirting for almost two years now; a slow, seductive dance playing out in a six foot by eight foot box, carrying them to their respective employers. Down town high rise, elevator packed with bodies so set on not touching another, with the exception of two. Two bodies that wanted exactly the opposite. Two longing for the slightest connection, arms unintentionally brushing against each other, then shifting slightly, to connect more, to absorb a little of the other's heat.





The Game



Michael quickly grabbed her hand, preventing her from attempting the knots. "Not yet."

He held her hand while finding the controls to push her seat as far back as it would go and tilt the steering wheel up. He then reclined the seat and wormed his way between her knees, kneeling in front of her, closing the door. 

"Cozy," he said with a smile, releasing her hand. 

Claire slapped him.

"Do I need to tie this one, too?" he asked, taking her hand again. "I've always kept an extra tie and shirt in my office, just in case I needed them. Of course, this isn't quite what I'd envisioned needing them for."

He looked at her softly and released her hand again. She let it rest at her side.

"Michael," she sighed. "What are you doing?"

"What we both want."

"I told you I can't."

"Yes," he replied calmly. "You've made that perfectly clear. But you are not. I am."

"Michael, you can't," Claire objected.

"Oh, yes," he said, laughing softly, raising himself and resting himself on top of her, his lips brushing her ear. "I can."

Claire was paralyzed. Her mind was a blur; heart racing; every nerve in her body alert. Michael kissed her neck softly, his lips trailing over her skin, sending chills through her. Claire turned her head to the side. Michael's hands were warm against her as he slowly explored her sides, running one hand along her ribs, brushing against her breast and then up the length of her extended arm. Another chill ran through her when his fingers made contact with her skin where the edge of her short-sleeved blouse ended. His fingers continued softly over her arm to her bound wrist, checking the knot.

"That hurts," Claire said, hoping he'd feel guilty and stop this. 

Instead, he took her hand and felt each finger, all the while kissing her neck just under her ear. 

"Your circulation seems fine," he responded quietly, moving his lips higher, grazing her ear. "And I promise to make you forget all about that."

Claire swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Michael's breath in her ear, his body against hers, his scent, everything was creating such heat within her. She kept her free arm still beside her, determined not to react. She'd remain completely still. He'd lose interest and stop. But her body was betraying her, her nipples growing hard under his caresses, a slow, steady pulsing growing in her clit.

He shifted his weight and unbuttoned her blouse, taking his time to slide first one and then the other panel aside. He licked his way from her collarbone to her cleavage, the fingers of his right hand working her nipple, gently pinching and tugging on it through the soft material of her bra. Claire bit her lip to stifle a moan as her pussy muscles contracted, reacting to his touch.

Bracing himself with the console and seat, Michael lifted himself from her and placed one leg on either side of her, kneeling as best he could in the small space. He removed his shirt and then his belt. Almost losing his balance, he steadied himself again with the console and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. 

He paused, watching her face and then took her free hand, guiding it to his crotch. Molding his hand to the outside of hers, he pressed it inside his pants, against his swollen cock. 

"Please, Claire," he whispered. "Stroke me."

Claire closed her eyes and took a sharp breath. She couldn't. But god, she wanted to. The times she thought about stroking his hard cock, sucking it, running her tongue up and down its length, feeling it pulsing in her mouth were too numerous to count. It felt good on her hand. Smooth, hard, large. She wanted to grasp it, to tease the head with her fingers and hear him moan. When she did nothing, Michael took over and tightened his grip on her hand, closing it around his thick shaft. 

Claire opened her eyes to watch as he maneuvered her hand. He moaned quietly, sending another ripple of desire through her core. 

Michael released her hand and moved off of her, settling himself on his knees again, between her legs. He pushed her knee length, flared skirt up to her waist and ran his fingers back down the front of her naked thighs. Claire watched as he kissed his way from her knee to her hip, one hand continuing to caress her thigh, moving closer and closer to her lace-covered mound. He stopped kissing her and smiled, tracing the edges of her panties with his fingers.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

Claire paused, her emotions a confusing mix of desire and guilt.

"Yes," she managed.

Michael slid his thumb and fingers under the side edge of her panties and over her wet slit. He stroked her a few time and then withdrew his hand.

"I don't believe you," he grinned, licking his thumb.

He grasped her panties at her hips, pulled them off and inspected them for a moment in the dim light.

"Mmm. Very pretty. Think I'll keep them," he said, tucking them into his pocket, causing his unfastened pants to slide further down his body.

He spread Claire's legs further apart and resumed his kissing, working his tongue along her inner thigh until his mouth was poised just over her hot cunt. He brought his mouth just a fraction of an inch from her pussy lips and blew lightly. Claire's entire body tensed. And then he made contact, running his tongue slowly and firmly along her slit, causing Claire to arch her back and tug at her restraints. 

He covered her mound with his mouth and pressed his tongue between her folds, moving it back and forth and then circling her sensitive clitoral hood. Claire clenched her teeth and her hands as he pulled back, using just the tip to gently trace up and down her outer lips. Unconsciously, she tilted herself forward and he slid one hand under her thigh, wrapping it around her leg and gripping her tight. Then he moved back to the hood of flesh covering her clit and slowly sucked it between his lips while using a finger to stroke her swollen, saturated lips.

Claire longed to feel him inside of her as he alternated from long, slow strokes of his tongue to shorter, quicker circles around her clitoris. He paused; looking up at Claire's flushed face, he slipped first one and then two fingers inside her. They locked eyes and he licked his lips, watching her, as he began to move his fingers rhythmically in and out of her, pressing against the front inner wall of her vagina. She gripped the seat with her free hand as her muscles tightened. 

Claire suppressed a whimper when he withdrew his fingers from her. He paused only a moment before returning his warm, exquisite tongue to her pussy. He used his thumbs to spread her lips; pulling them taut, he flicked his tongue over her clit and then plunged it into her cunt. Despite herself, Claire moaned loudly. She felt him smile against her soaked pussy.

Claire's mind went blank as Michael fucked her with his tongue. She felt her orgasm building, as did he. His cock twitched and strained, longing to be buried deep within her tight, hot pussy.

Michael withdrew his tongue and gave her engorged clit one last lick as he moved up the length of her body, positioning himself over her. Using his hand, he stroked the head of his throbbing cock along her slit, smearing it with her juices. Positioning himself at her entrance, he paused to kiss her mouth, her sweet, musky taste coating his lips. And then he thrust himself deep within her and held himself there.

"Oh, fuck... Michael..." Claire moaned and sank her fingernails into his flesh.

"There's my girl," he groaned and buried his face in her neck.

He withdrew slowly until the head of his cock was almost entirely out of her and then plunged himself back in. He did this several times and then shortened his strides and quickened his pace. Changing again, he moved from side to side and then in circular motions as his pelvis ground against her clitoris.

Claire was moments from cumming. So was Michael, as he pounded her relentlessly.

"Do you want me to stop?" he grunted, fucking her harder still.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Do you?"

"Yes. Oh, fuck yes. Michael..." Claire groaned loudly as her pussy clamped onto his cock, contracting wildly, and she tightened the grip of her legs around him. 

Claire came hard and loud and Michael lost it, unloading streams of hot cum deep inside her, shaking him to the very core. His pace slowed as did their breathing, but her muscles held his cock tight, milking every bit from him. Then, they began their decline.

As their breathing slowed, Michael reached to release the knot holding Claire's wrist. It had become so tight from her thrashing that it was quite impossible to untie. 

"There are some scissors in my laptop bag," she whispered.

Michael retrieved them and cut her free.

"Damn," he chuckled. "That was my favorite tie."

"Mmm. Sorry," Claire sighed.

"It's been a pleasure, Seventeen," he whispered.

"Likewise," she replied and closed her eyes as he gathered himself and his clothes.

And then he was gone. 

Game over.



The Game



"It's Two." The man sitting in the passenger seat of the dark blue van said. The side door suddenly opened and Julia Myers ran for dear life. She was thankful for the sneakers, jeans and short sleeved blouse. It was a warm night with a slight cool breeze that picked up occasionally. The moon overhead was full, casting it's bright light on the landscape below. She was at the entrance of a park and without hesitation she entered. 

Long tall trees formed a natural corridor into the heart of the park but she angled left so that she could no longer be seen on the path. Green grass extended as far as the eye could see broken up by clumps of bushes, rows of hedges and a baseball diamond. She turned left so that she was going due West and entered one of the baseball dugouts. 

Small and enclosed she'd normally be out of her mind to use it as a refuge but for the time being she needed to catch her breath and get her bearings. She chanced leaning against the fence that separated her from the diamond so she could look at the sky. Small groups of clouds threatened to block out the moon but not any time soon. 

She sat back on the bench and put her head against the wall behind her. She listened to the night and finally heard someone rushing by. She looked up to see a man in running shorts make his way to the other dugout. His back was to her but he was moving quickly, within seconds he was going to see that the other dugout was empty and make his way here. 

She went for the exit only to see a man standing there smiling at her. He watched her for a moment then inclined his head "Dangerous place to be this early." She backed up a few steps but the man stepped forward the same amount. "Suck my cock." He demanded. 

"Take my shirt instead." Julia offered as she pulled her shirt off. The air was cool as it ran over her skin. She handed the shirt to the guy as she passed him by. She stepped out of the dugout and sprinted for a group of trees further to the south.  

She got to the trees and passed through them before turning East and making her way back towards the van. She passed the entrance to the Park at a dead run but the van was no longer there. She crossed a line of bushes then came to a stop near a bunch of rose bushes. She hunkered down to catch her breath. 

Two men working together. The only one she'd encountered very aggressive. She chanced a look through the bushes but saw no one. She looked up at the moon and cursed her luck. With her shirt off the light from the moon shone down on her skin, broken up by the black bra she was wearing. It made her stand out like a sore thumb. 

She heard the distinct sound of running feet on grass behind her and dove to the side quickly. A man shot past her, a look of surprise on his face as he rammed head first through the roses. She took off, crouching low at first then standing to get her legs pumping. She could hear the man behind her cursing as he tried to maneuver his way out of the thorny bushes. She turned north and hide herself in a small copse of trees, a small bench sitting in the middle of them as if the hidden little area had been intentional. 

She propped herself up against a tree rather than sit on the bench then closed her eyes. She could hear the night around her and in the distance she thought she heard talking. They were everywhere, she didn't know the Park. She didn't know where to go. Her heart was beating fast and someone had her shirt. 

Minutes passed then suddenly a man poked his head into the copse. "Get a load of this place." He said as Julia flattened herself against the tree and slowly moved to keep it between them. The man glanced around then smiled as he spotted her. She bolted and he gave chase. She angled for the open grass and saw another guy spot her, he began to converge but the footsteps behind her got louder. 

She waited until the last possible second then dropped to the grass, laying out and coming to a stop as quickly as she could. The man behind her shot past, his feet catching her side and she locked her arm down on his feet so he couldn't jerk them free. The guy went sailing away into open space, his mouth hanging open as he gave one loud curse while the ground rose to claim him. 

He hit hard but Julia rolled to her feet and tried to get away from the second man. No such luck, he grabbed her hips but she shifted directions and he lost is grasp. She took off but he was right behind her. They ran fifty feet then the man snaked a foot out to trip hers and down she went. She hit hard on her left side then rolled but before she could make it to her feet the guy was on top of her. 

"Not so fast cutie, you're mine." He said as his fingers fumbled over her jeans button and zipper. She crawled away from him while he held on tight and off her jeans came. She fixed the shoe that had almost come off inside the leg of her jeans then took off running. The man watched her go, kneeling on the grass before pulling her discarded pants towards him. 

She was in bra and panties now but she still had her shoes and that meant she still had speed. She spotted a hedge maze to her right and entered, staying low as she went twisting and turning to lose herself deep inside. She picked out a dead end then sat down in the corner, the bright moonlight no friend to her naked skin. She put her arms around her knees then rested her head in the crook hoping no one could see her while she tried to catch her breath. 

Time passed and silence once again descended on the Park but when Julia looked up she could see a man standing at the entrance to her dead end watching her. He didn't try to move towards her, being content to keep her penned up for now. 

She couldn't let that happen, eventually others would come and it would be harder to get away. She got up and moved towards the man who stepped into the dead end to block her escape. "No sense in fighting it." He said. "If you want out you've got to pay me." He held his hand out. 

She kept walking towards him, not daring to waste time as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She shrugged out of it, tossed it to him and ran by all at once. He tried to stare at her tits but fumbled with the bra and she was off running once again. 

She moved away from the man but wasn't sure which way she was going. He fell out of sight so she slowed down to consider which way she was going. The night air caused her nipples to harden as she moved, swirls of cool air contrasting with the heat of her body. She hit a dead end, backtracked then continued forward. The man fast approached her from behind so she cut to the right and followed around to a dead end. 

She cursed her luck and turned to see a different guy go shooting past. He hadn't seen her turn and her dead end turned out to be a godsend. She went to the corner and crouched down, trying to make herself as small as possible. She heard more running footsteps. 

"I got turned around but I think she's behind me." A man said.

"Scotty's out. He went face first through some rose bushes." Another man said. 

"Better be careful, she's fast." The first said. 

"I got her bra. She's got great tits." A third man said. Three of them. She tried to make herself smaller but it was no use, if they came this way she was finished. 

"Time's ticking. Let's get on with this." Julia heard the sound of feet and she held her breath. Almost immediately a man appeared around the corner. "Dead end." He said then his eyes descended on her. She moved towards him without getting up, her hands resting on his hips. He made ready to say something and she let go. He closed his mouth and she reached up to his running shorts. He watched silently as she pulled the shorts down his legs. 

He was already semi-erect and growing quickly as she reached up to take him in her hand, giving him a few quick strokes before putting her mouth over his hard cock. She knelt on the ground and felt the wet grass against her skin. She moved her head in a slow rhythm, her hand pumping him when she came up for air. She took her time with him and he didn't complain. She sucked along the length of his shaft but wasn't interested in deep-throating him. He could deal with it. 

She felt him rocking his hips in time to her mouth then he tensed, gasped and his hands pushed her head down against his cock. She felt him release and jerked her head out of the way, his cum splashing on her right shoulder and arm. He felt the sudden lack of pressure on his cock and came up short, surprise crowding his features but she was gone, her feet pumping. 

She turned to the left to backtrack her way out of the maze and saw the entrance after just a few minutes of hunting. She was ten feet away from freedom when one of the men stepped into the exit and came after her. She didn't slow down, she raced up to him then bounced into the air as he reached out for her. Her feet went to his left while her torso went to the right, she grasped his wrist then rolled back the way she'd come. The guy was dragged over her body as she fell and his own momentum slammed him into the ground. 

He didn't move. He lay there with his eyes wide open, a stunned expression on his face as he frantically tried to remember how to breathe but she stepped over him and was gone. "Son of a bitch." She heard someone say behind her which was her cue to sprint. She angled to the right hoping to use the maze itself as a barrier but she didn't want to go back inside. 

She'd gotten twenty feet or so when someone grabbed her panties from behind. She didn't stop, she poured on the speed and the guy couldn't keep up and hold her panties. He lost his balance and fell, her panties ripping off her hips. She nearly lost her balance but recovered, chaffed her left hip clearing a picnic table then crossed open ground for some trees to the East. 

"Fucking Jack Rabbit, get her!" She heard from behind her but the man was far enough back that she didn't think she was in any danger. She got to the trees then cut to the left and slowed down. 

She moved past another set of rose bushes then turned towards the baseball diamond in the distance. "Got you!" She heard a second before someone grabbed her arm. She shrugged out of the grasp and turned ninety degrees to take off again. The man grabbed her hair and she fell onto her back as she cried out in pain. "We meet again!" He said as he crawled on top of her. She struggled to get out from under him but he pushed her legs up into the air then penetrated her without fanfare. 

She cried out in pain but he began moving his hips quickly, his cock imbedded deep inside her and the pain was replaced by pleasure. She lay there penned underneath him as he slowed so he could enjoy himself. He stopped at one point and she felt him pulse inside her then began moving again. "God, you feel good." He breathed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to keep her in place as he pumped hard into her. She grit her teeth and endured the pain but he didn't come, he kept going, his face a snarl as he concentrated. 

He fucked her for a bit longer then got up, his hand latched onto her arm. "Get up." She struggled to her feet but he was already moving, heading for a picnic table. He stopped short and bent her over it, her chest on the wood with her ass hanging out in the air. 

He got behind her and kicked her legs apart. She felt him brush his cock over her pussy until he found her opening then he pushed inside. He rocked his hips quickly, filling her up and she felt the wood of the table bite into the skin of her stomach. He held onto her arms so she turned her head to the side so she could breathe. 

She hated admitting how good he felt inside her. His cock was pulsing as if ready to come but he suddenly slapped her ass and she jumped, gasping as the pain seared her ass cheek. "Asshole." She breathed but the man didn't pay attention, he kept pumping his hips against hers. 

He let go of her arms and she dug her nails into the wood and tried to steady herself but he grabbed her hair again and jerked her head back. She cried out at the duality of pleasure and pain but the pain quickly disappeared leaving her world filled with pleasure. 

Sweat stung her eyes as he kept going but finally his colossal reserve of stamina ended and he roared loudly as he came inside her. She felt him fill her up, his heat flowing through her, causing her own orgasm. She cried out as her body rebelled against her wishes but it subsided in time for her to hear him talking.

"...awesome, but now I'm going to fuck your ass." She felt his wet cock slip up against her anus and she grit her teeth in preparation for the pain that was coming her way. 

"Time!" Someone yelled to her left.

"You've got to be fucking shitting me." The man stopped, his cock resting in the crack of Julia's ass but he made no attempt to penetrate her. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Suddenly the sting of a freezing cold drink struck her palm and she looked up to see one of the men smiling at her. 

"Fuckin A Julia. What got into you?" He said as he opened his own bottle and took a swig. Julia pushed herself up from the table, turned around and sat down. The man who'd been fucking her stood there covered in sweet, his own sports drink in hand.  

"I almost had your ass." He said with a grin.

"Dream on lover boy." She countered. 

"You broke two of Joseph's ribs with that kung fu move you pulled." She turned to look at Vincent, the guy she'd given a blow job to. He had a drink as well.

"Can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen." One of them said. 

"Scotty's pissed." Arthur, the man who'd fucked her said. 

"I don't know why you guys complain." Julia said. "It's just a game."



The Game



Liz looked at the chest at the end of the bed in their master bedroom. She was on her knees and had just added her pad lock to the second hasp. Now all she had to do was wait. The chest would not be unlocked for 6 days. Liz was just a little relieved that the first part of her ordeal was over. She would not know the second part till 8 p.m. Friday night. The next six days would be ones that were spent with little rest and increasing anxiety. I was hard for Liz to believe all that had happened in the last 4 week.

On a Friday just a month earlier Liz had found the stash of pornography on Jim's computer. The files were extensive and were filled with explicit photos, videos, and stories. Liz was shocked to say the least. She had a presents of mind to copy all and hid the disks. When she confronted Jim the scene turned into a nasty argument. In the heat of the moment Jim had told Liz that if she was a more sexual woman he might not need to surf the web to get sexual stimulations. That hurt Liz more than Jim knew. In fact it had been the reason for the 'Game' that had played out over the weekend. 

Liz was so angry after finding the files she could not even talk with Jim about it for a week. He knew there was something wrong but she wouldn't tell him. When Liz did speak her mind to Jim it was with short phrases and a total disconnection with him. They slept in the same bed but Liz was distant. She took a lot of time to work on her feeling and what she wished to do. At first Liz wanted to divorce Jim and tell the world that he was a pervert. But in her heart that is not what she really wanted, and she knew it. 

Liz realized that she had changed in their 10 years of marriage. She had gained 25 pounds from the 120 she weighed at their wedding. She looked in the mirror and knew the pounds showed. That hurt her too. But all in all she was still an attractive woman. She had larger breasts now and that accounted for some of the weight. She had grown from a 34 B into a 36 D with ample cleavage to show off. She had dark hair that had just a hint of gray, but Liz kept that covered. She had a nice crop of pubic hair that she kept in check. She had dark eyes and full lips and cute nose. She only wished that Jim still found her as exciting as he had when they married. 

Jim was two year older then Liz at 39. He was 6 feet tall and 205 pounds. He too had packed on a little weight but men didn't seem to be judged for that. He had brown hair with graying temples. His eyes were brown and he had a smile that could still melt her. Jim could make love tenderly and fill all her needs but that had slowed. Was Jim now getting his sex elsewhere?

Liz put that out of her mind. She was going to get this situation behind them and go on to many more years together, that is if she could win Jim back. Her plan was to shame Jim and let him see the affects of his perverted desires had on a woman. Even if it had to be done by the woman he married. 

It took Liz three weeks to complete her preparations. Then she was ready to proceed and let the chips fall where they would. 

Jim got an e-mail on his private account.

'Tonight' was the subject of the message from his wife. 

Jim you need to be home by 6 pm tonight. We have something we need to discuss. It relates to the files I found on your computer. If you are not home on time I will assume you have no desire to discuss them with me. If you are here at 6 p.m., I will offer you my thoughts on the matter.

Liz

Jim read it several times. Since Liz had found the files she had been angry and had refused to talk about them or even speak to him more than was necessary. Liz had slept in bed with him but made it clear he was to stay on his side. Jim wondered just what lay in store for him that evening. Had Liz finally reached her boiling point? Was she going to blow off steam or tell him she wanted a divorce? Jim felt he had no choice and had best face the music no matter what it was. He left work half an hour early that Monday evening to ensure he was not late. In all honesty he was not looking forward to the night but so be it.

Jim was pleasantly surprised Liz met him at the door with a kiss on the cheek and took his coat. She smiled and told him dinner was about to be served but he had a few minutes to freshen up. Jim had a blank look as he headed for the bedroom to remove the contents of his pockets and wash his face. Ten minutes later Jim took his place at the dining room table. 

Liz had out done herself. The table was set with her good china and candles let the room. She served his plate then got one for her. Liz took the seat next to Jim and then poured some wine into his glass. Jim's thought 'is this my last meal' before I am told to get out? Or had Liz some diabolical plan and the food was laced with some chemical that would kill him or make him wish he was dead?

Liz was the perfect wife and hostess. She made sure his wine glass was full and the even served desert. Coffee came afterwards and then Liz gave a hint of her idea. "Jim I have researched some of the files you seemed to enjoy. I think I have a suggestion that will bring them into perspective for you. Now I will clean the kitchen and join you in the living room in a short while. Why don't you fix yourself a drink and just relax."

Jim felt the shoe was about to fall as he headed to the bar to make himself a stiff drink. Liz had not asked for one, which must mean she wanted a clear head. Also she had made the statement that her suggestion would 'bring them into perspective'. He could only wonder just what that meant. 

True to her word Liz entered the living room several minutes later. She was dressed as if she was going to a business meeting. She wore a blue business suit and had her hair fixed well. Up until them Jim had not noticed her dress because he was distracted wondering her motive. She wore dark hose that make her legs look nice and the only ring she wore was her wedding ring. Normally Liz had at least 4 rings or more on her hands. She had on perfect makeup that highlighted her beauty. Liz was still a good looking woman. 

Liz sat on the couch but at the far end from Jim. She held her knees together and tugged her skirt down before placing her hands in her lap. She licked her lips and began to speak, "Jim I guess you know I have been angry at you for several weeks."

"Yes Liz but..." Jim was cut off by Liz raising up her hand. 

"Jim I want you to please let me finish what I intend to say. When I am finished you can say whatever you wish but for now just hear me out." Liz waited to ensure that Jim would abide by her request. She began again, "As I was saying you do understand I have been angry at you for several weeks. I want to apologize for that. I have not been a good wife in that respect. I have not allowed you to...to touch me or offer me any affection. Now that is not the duty of a wife. As I said I was angry and still am in some ways. I don't know why you enjoy those things on the internet but it is evident that you do." Liz paused. Jim thought it was to make sure he knew her feelings, but in reality it was Liz summoning her courage. 

"Jim as I was saying, it seems that you get excited when you see a woman humiliated. I have checked your files and see this is the theme of many of the photos and stories you enjoy. Not to mention the videos." Liz paused again to get her breath. She was becoming flushed with just thinking of what she had viewed. Did she have the courage to complete her proposal if Jim agreed? She hoped and prayed she would. "So since you seem to be aroused by such things then I have failed as a good wife."

"Liz it's not that, its..."

"Please Jim let me finish. You do realize that every woman you view, watch or read about is some man's wife or daughter?" Jim just nodded his head yes. "Well then you know that to get you excited some woman had to embarrass herself and have that humiliation recorded in some fashion."

Jim again nodded yes. 

"I am glad you understand that Jim. For I have a proposal to make, a deal so to speak. Since I have failed to keep you happy in bed and you seem to wish to surf the pornographic sites I will have to have to do my best to change that. You see I intend to allow myself to be humiliated like those women you seem to get so excited about. Since I am your wife then we will see if it holds the same fascination for you when you see your wife in such situations."

"Liz what are you saying?" Jim was dumbfounded; this was not at all what he had expected. 

"What I am saying is if you agree to my terms I will act out series of situations you seem to find sexually exciting. I have worked out 40 such situations. I have them on a set of cards. "

"Really? Just what are they?" Jim asked. 

"You will see in due course if you agree to my rules."

"I must hear the rules first Liz, you know this sound strange."

"I fully understand my husband, but do you wish to hear the rules?"

Jim nodded yes.

"Rule number one, you will sleep alone in the master bedroom till Friday alone. I will use the guest bedroom. Rule number two you will refrain from any sort of sexual gratification unit then. Rule three you will not ask me any questions until the game begins on Friday night at 8 PM sharp. Number four you will allow me free reign as long as my acts do not involve any one sexually. Number five you will prepare your own meals and expect to see less of me till we begin the game. The last rule and most important rule is you will follow the rules of the game to the exact letter until it has run its course. As I said the game will start on this Friday at 8 p.m. and run till 8 p.m. Sunday night. We will spend the next 5 days as we do this week, not sleeping together. The game will conclude with the second weekend from 8 p.m. on Friday week for 48 hours. After the conclusion we will discuss the game, and how we will proceed in our marriage." Liz looked at Jim giving him permission to speak his mind.

"Liz, I love you and am sorry that I did what I did. I want to keep you and will do anything to save our marriage." Jim begged.

"Then you agree to my terms?"

"Yes Liz I will do whatever you want."

"Jim, that is not what I asked! " Liz snapped. 

"Yes Liz I will agree to your rules." Jim conceded. 

"Very well now that we have that out of the way I need to move some clothes to the guest room. I have thought about this a lot and think it is for the best. Now I have one more request Jim."

"Sure, anything Liz."

"Jim, kiss me like you use to. I want to know you love me." Liz said with a tear in her eye. 

Jim took Liz in his arms and kissed her softly but with all the passion he had. He remembered the times they dated and he just didn't want to let her go. Liz was crying when he released her. 

"Jim I really needed that, I just hope this works like I plan. Now I will go move my clothes, then I have an errand to run. Don't wait up because I will be late and I will not be sleeping with you... sleeping with you in either form of the word."

Jim watched Liz get up and move the things she needed. In a few minutes Liz left but not before shouting good bye to Jim as the exited the door. Jim got up and went to the master bedroom. He looked in Liz's closet and was relieved that many clothes were still there. The master bath also had just a few things missing. Jim couldn't put his finger on just what but knew it looked just a little less cluttered. Jim went to the guest room to see what Liz had taken. He found the door locked. When he looked he saw a locking door knob. Jim shook his head, made another stiff drink then went to bed. He did not know what time Liz came in but she had made it. Jim checked the bedroom door to find it still locked but her car was in the garage. 

Tuesday Jim got an e-mail telling him that Liz would not be seeing him this evening and that he should expect a new piece of furniture in the master bedroom. This got Jim's curiosity up. He had all sorts of images in his mind but never guessed what it happened to be. At the end of the bed in the master bedroom was a chest. It looked antique and had two hasps on it. On top of the flat chest were two smaller chests. Each had places of two locks. There was a note. "Jim you will purchase a large lock for the big chest and two smaller ones for the little chests. I will do the same so that neither of us can open the boxes without the other." There was not signature of any kind but Jim knew it was from Liz. He had wished she would have at least put her name. 

Out of curiosity Jim opened all three. He found nothing. All he could do was make himself a bite to eat and watch a little TV. Liz's door was again locked and her car was not in the garage. Jim had checked both before he had gone to bed. When Jim got up in the morning he found Liz's door locked but heard water running in the guest bath. She was home it seemed and he confirmed that as he left when he noted her car.

Friday seemed a long away for both. For Jim it was from anticipation to know what was going on. But for Liz, it from anxiety and wondering if she was capable of following thru with her plan. 

Friday morning Jim got an e-mail. "Jim, be home by 6 p.m. tonight so we can have everything in place to begin the game."

Jim wondered just what 'game' meant but left an hour early due to his lack of ability to concentrate. 

When Jim came thru the door he saw an envelope taped to the mirror. It was addressed to him with instruction to open it as soon as he got in. "Jim if you have time it will be best if you shower and change into some casual clothing. We will have a long night tonight if I am to accomplish all my tasks. That is not to say the game will end tonight, I will have another 36 hours at my disposal to work toward my goal. I will be in by 7 p.m. with a light snack for us. I will explain the game then." Again no signature was on the note. 

Jim tried the guest room door but found it still locked. He wanted to get in but knew he would have to break the lock if he was to get in before 7. He decided against that and went to the master bedroom to shower and change. As he showered he realized just how hard he was. He had refrained from surfing the web so that he wouldn't be tempted. He wanted to keep his end of the bargain. At 7 Jim was nursing a drink in the den. He had the TV on the sports channel but was not interested. 

Liz arrived on time and headed directly into the kitchen. She called to him and said she would put the food out and call him in. Jim shut off the TV and headed toward the door to the kitchen. Jim was shocked by what he saw. Liz had changed her appearance. She had shorter hair that was now blond. She had long fingernails and perfect make up. Her clothes were new. She had on a tight blouse that showed the outline of her bra. He skirt was tight and short and indicated no panty line. The hose must have been thigh highs he imagined. That only added to him arousal. 

"Oh there you are Jim, I was about to call you. What would you like to drink with your meal? Liz saw the drink in his hand, "well you had best have no more of that if you expect to drive to night."

Jim didn't say a word just went to the sink and poured the drink down the drain. "Water will be fine for me."

Liz smiled and when she did all Jim could think of was taking her in his arms and making loving her. He stepped toward her but Liz put her arms up to stop him. "Not yet, you will have to wait a while my dear. Now sit down and eat your sandwich."

Jim sat down and looked at the plate. It was ham on whole wheat with mustard, one of his favorites. The plate contained a pickle wedge and some chips. He didn't realize how hungry he was till he took the first bite. Liz on the other hand just nibbled. 

She made small talk as they ate, asking about his week and apologizing for being absent. When the meal was over the Liz directed Jin to den. Again Liz sat at the far end of the couch with her knees together and her hands in her lap. Jim looked at her and again wanted to have her.

"Jim have you lived up to your end of our agreement?" 

"Yes I have Liz"

"You have not had any relief?"

"No Liz I haven't and looking at you right now is pure torture."

Liz gave a nervous smile then went one. "Did you purchase the locks that I requested?"

"Yes I did and they are in the bedroom. Want me to get them?"

"No, that will not be necessary for I will join you in the bedroom with my three locks after I explain what we are about to embark on." Liz was squirming in her seat. She was about to lose her spirit but swallowed hard and regained her determination. "Jim as I said you enjoy seeing woman humiliated. I don't understand how you would get any gratification from seeing a poor female embarrassed. You don't seem to care how the woman feels. As I said she is some man's wife, some father's daughter and so on, but you seem to get your thing hard looking at such...so....."

Jim looked at Liz, "So?"

"So my husband I will give you your wish. I am going to do 40 humiliating and embarrassing thing. I will have 48 hours to get all 40 accomplished. That shouldn't be hard since I wrote them out but I don't intend to make it easy on myself. You know me Jim I always like a challenge, even if it is to fill my husband's perverted fantasies. "

Jim was stunned. What could he say and what did she have in mind. Some of the positions and situations of the women that aroused him were off limits to his wife! "What are you talking about?"

"Well believe me these are things I would never do on my own but I gleaned them from your files."

Jim was in a box now, what all had he saved in those files. "Do be a little more explicit!" Jim snapped.

Liz looked with fire in her eyes; her determination was rock solid at that point. "Do not take that tone with me Jim Albert Morris. You know what you have been looking at to get hard! I will say that none of them involve sex with anyone else. My marriage vow means more to me that that! But it seems that the photos you enjoy are not that restricted. Now I will tell you no more about the specifies of the tasks. Each task has a score on it and it will be up to you to keep the score. When I have completed a task you will write the score on it and drop it in one of the small chests on top of the big chest. You must promise to be honest and open and you will have to complete this if we start the game." 

Jim looked at Liz. He wondered how his jealous would play in. He wanted out. "What if I don't agree?"

"Then the game is off and we will go back to the way it was. I will leave it up to you to work out our differences." Liz looked at him with cold eyes. "I have thought about this long and hard. It is the best I have but as I said you will have to play it all the way!"

"No others will be involved?" Jim asked. 

"Certainly others will be involved but not in a sexual way. Sex is reserved for you as long as we are married. If you have been unfaithful I don't want to know about it ever! If I do find you are unfaithful I will leave and never return. I can accept you peeping on line, but never touching another woman in that way! And I will uphold the same standard I demand of you."

"What choice do I have?" Jim asked more to himself than Liz.

"The choices are to play the game or find an alternative to mend our marriage." Liz smiled coldly. "But the choice is yours and you must make it quickly for it is 15 to 8 now."

"Liz I love you and trust you, but you know I'm jealous."

"Jim perhaps I am too, jealous that you gander at women on the web instead of coming home to me and getting what you need from your wife." Again the statement was a little cold. 

"Alright Liz I will play your game."

Liz smiled but it didn't look genuine. "Then it's time for me to meet you in the bedroom."

Liz came to the bedroom with a pile of sealed envelopes. One pile she placed on the top of the chest , another smaller stack she placed in the small chest with no slot on top. She put her lock on all three chests then turned to Jim. "Put you locks on the chests and I will explain." 




The Game



Jim complied and Liz continued. "In these 40 envelopes are tasks I must complete. I have only one marked so that I know the content of the envelope. I selected this one to be the first. I can have as many as three open at once, this will allow me to complete another task should one be impossible. Say if I were to have to purchase an item and the stores were all closed. If I get three such, I will have to stop and wait till the stores open thus I lose valuable time. Each task has a score attached. The maximum total is 1000. I will endeavor to complete and make a perfect score but that most likely won't happen. So that is part two. "

Liz waited to let all she had said sink in. "Part two?" Jim asked. 

"Yes I am afraid that part two can be worse than the first part. You see one week from tonight we will total my score. You will then pull one envelope for the second chest. Upon opening it you will find if I met or exceeded the indicated score. If I did you will take me to an expensive evening of dinner and dance. If I did not there will be a series of punishments for me. Those also were derived from your files. You will have to complete the entirety of the punishment or you will have made all my efforts for nothing. I do not want you to falter should it come to that. I know what is in the punishment letters and will do all in my power to ensure I do not fail. But I will not know that till next Friday."

Jim looked at Liz as if he didn't believe her. 

"My dear husband, I have seen what you enjoy and only wish to please you. Perhaps if I had been a little better as a wife to you I would not be faced with these choices."

"Liz, you are the best wife any man could ask for. Let's forget this game and let me take you to dinner."

"Jim I have put too much effort into this and I will see it thru unless you stop me by saying you will not participate. You see you have a part in this. You will mark my score and put the card in the chest here." Liz pointed to the wooden chest with the slot in the top.

Jim nodded that he understood. 

"As I mentioned before, I know what this one happens to be." Liz held up one envelope. After she tore the envelope open she read it. "Purchase a box of condoms from a male clerk, worth 15 points." If you want to drive me to a drug store, we can begin. The reason that we are getting these first is another part of the game. I will give you the condoms and should you need to get some relief then we must come home for you to..let's say...handle the situation with a condom on. You will then place the filled condom in the freezer. There might be a need for them later. Shall we?" Liz said as she walked toward the door. 

When they were in the car Liz handed Jim her new digital camera. "I want you to make sure you record all of this. It would be a shame to confine all to just your memory."

Jim drove and Liz was doing all she could to remain calm. What are you doing, her mind screamed. Jim too was in shock. He would have never guessed how this weekend was beginning. As they drove Liz asked that Jim select a drug store that she would never visit again. When they parked Liz gathered her courage to go inside. 

When Liz got out she went to the door without looking back to see if Jim was following. He took his time so it didn't appear they were together. Jim was caught between excitement and shame that his wife would go to this extreme. Inside he acted as if he was looking at the magazines at a location he could watch the checkout counter. At that moment there was a female manning the register. Liz had noticed that too and looked for a male in the store. She was in turmoil, could she really go thru this. Finally she noticed a male at the pharmacy. Looking for the condoms she found what she was seeking and grabbed a box. She had a chance, for there were no customer at the pharmacy. Just as she stepped to the counter another customer arrived. It was a woman. 

Liz let her pick up her prescription as she waited. By that time Jim had strolled thru the store to find her. Just then the man asked if he could help Liz. In a soft voice she said "yes" and put the box of condoms on the counter. The young man smiled. 

"Are you sure you want these?" he asked.

Liz flushed, "Well, yes I think so why?"

"These are smooth and unlubricated, maybe to maximize your pleasure you might want to get the ribbed ones. And they come in colors."

"No thanks, these will do, how much?" 

The man laughed and said he would have to see some ID before he could sell her the product. He didn't wish to be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. 

Liz fumbled with her purse getting her driver's license. When she produced them he read her name out loud and her date of birth. "Yes Mrs. Morris I guess you are old enough to purchase condoms. You do appear to be past the age of consent." The man said it loud enough for the two women working behind the counter of the pharmacy to hear. Liz blushed. 

"Oh one more thing Mrs. Morris, are you planning on using those with your husband?" 

Liz did not answer, took out the money and paid. As she waited for her change her eyes caught Jim's. He was taking it in without emotion. As she walked away Liz felt a moisture between her legs. 

Liz joined Jim in the car still red from the embarrassment. She looked at Jim and handed him the card. "Please score that and put it in the box when we get home." The two rode home in silence. Jim wondering why he liked to see Liz embarrassed; Liz wondering why she felt wet and excited. 

Liz held the box of condoms as they headed toward the house. She was still letting her mind evolve the game. When they walked in the door Liz handed the condoms to Jim. "Here are the condoms do you wish some time alone?"

Jim was excited and Liz knew it. He saw her eye the bulge in his pants. "No I think I'll wait a little longer," he said felling flushed.

"Tell me Jim do you...relieve yourself after you view those kinds of photos?" Liz asked with a stern look.

Jim looked at the floor when he answered 'yes'. 

"Well then maybe you will enjoy viewing my humiliation for later 'private' pleasure." Without another word Liz left. She returned in a minute with her video camera. "You can work this can't you? It might come in handy for you to document my...my display. Do you want me to do anything special now to help you get some needed relief?" Jim declined without words. 

Not wishing to waste any more time Liz said, "Then if you will mark the score on my card and drop it in the box we can go on. I am depending on you to be a fair judge. There is a number on the card that I feel it is worth, but depending on how you feel I performed you can mark what you wish. My fate is in your hands Jim." 

Jim mumbled 'yes' as he held both cameras. He was thinking of what all his wife had said. 

Liz led the way to the master bedroom. "I guess we had best get on with this for I have a limited time. I have used over an hour for the first card. I will need all the luck I can get and all the time I have. Now let me draw another card. Like I said if it is something I can't do now I can draw up to two more." Without further words Liz pulled out one of the envelopes from the pile. She tore it open and read it. "You will go shopping for shoes with a short skirt and no panties. You must have a male sales clerk assist you with 10 pairs of shoes. Purchase nothing. 35 points." 

"It is past 9 p.m. so we won't be doing that tonight. So guess I will try another. The rules are I can have as many as three open so I'll try again. If I can't do any of the three I have to wait. So what does this one say you think? Liz opened it and began to read, "A visual treat for him. You will masturbate for his enjoyment in any room of the house, in any position of his choosing. Hands only, no toys! Must be convincing! Score 20 points."

Liz looked at Jim. She noted he still held both cameras. "What would you like to see my dear husband?"

Liz began to remove her top. Jim stood and watched. He had an excitement that he could not hide, and what it worse was that Liz could see it. When she stood naked from the waist up she smiled at him with a trembling lip? "Will the bed do?"

Jim just shook his head. Liz continued to undress and was soon naked standing before her husband. Jim had seen her naked perhaps a thousand times in their 10 year marriage. However he felt the same excitement he did on their wedding night. The first night he got to hold her naked body and have her all night long. During their courting Liz had never allowed intercourse but she had let him have a glimpse of what he would be getting. 

Liz lay back on the bed naked save her heels. It was not that she didn't wish to take them off, it was she just wanted to get it over with. She closed her eyes and let her hands drift to her sex. She blushed red when she felt her wetness. Jim noted that and thought it was from him seeing her intimate act, but in truth it was from a sexual excitement Liz had no idea she would feel. 

Liz parted her lips with one hand and let her finger on her other hand trace the folds of her skin. As she did she remembered her humiliation at the drug store. The man asking her if the condoms were for her husband. Soon she was busy letting her finger feel inside the sex. It was not that Liz had never masturbated; it was she had not done it often or with a witness. Liz had been taught that 'nice girls don't do that'! Soon she had one hand on her clit while the other hand worked deeper into her body It wasn't till the third flash that Liz became aware that Jim was taking photos. That pushed her over the edge. 

Liz became even more embarrassed, feeding her erotic desires as she worked toward a massive orgasm. She threw her head side to side and moaned like she was in pain. It was later that Liz would realize the close relationship of pain and pleasure. With one hard push of her left hand and the pinch of the clit with her right, Liz sighed and relaxed in the afterglow of the strongest orgasm she had ever achieved by masturbation. 

When she came down she looked at Jim. "Well I guess you need to score that one too. I hope you enjoyed. I did the best I could." Liz did not want to lie and say she had not enjoyed the task.

Jim took the card and marked on it, then dropped it in the slot. 

Liz stood still naked and went back to the chest. She selected another envelope. Looking at what was on the card she drew a breath. Liz had typed all the cards herself and knew what they said. She was just not prepared for this one so quickly. "You will position yourself for anal sex. Condom is used and some form of lube but you will have to take it in the butt for this one. Score 50 points if you make him happy."

Liz was blushing for she and Jim had never done the likes before. Jim was dumbfounded again that evening. What had his wife turned into?

"Jim I have read your stories and it seems that all sorts of lubes can be used. I have noted baby oil, butter, Vaseline, cooking oil, and then something called 'AstroGlide'. I know we don't, well I hope we don't have any 'AstroGlide' in the house. But we do have all the others. What would you like me to use? I do presume you want me to lube myself?"

Jim still in shock looked at Liz. It took a minute for him to speak. He had decided that if Liz wanted to play this out, then he would go along. "I think we can use some butter and I will be the one to lube you!"

It was then Liz's turn to blush, but she headed to the fridge to get a stick of margarine. When she opened the door and the fridge lit up she felt the cold on her skin. That reminded Liz that she was still naked. She looked at a hard stick of butter then at a tub of the whipped margarine. She chose the tub. Walking back to the master bedroom she wondered why she had put that act on the list. She knew the answer. It was one of the most humiliating things she could think of for Jim to ever do to her. As she walked Liz noted that her nipples were still hard as a rock. Not only were they hard but they were sensitive too. She would feel the cool air passing over them as she walked. She could also feel her own warm sexual discharge dampening her thighs as she moved. 

Back in the bedroom she looked at Jim. "Well my dear husband how do you want to take my ass? You do know you are taking my cherry! But you took the other two so I guess this one is your too."

Again Jim was stunned by her language but he took command. "On the bed with your ass up and your head down."

"As you wish, Master," Liz whispered before she could think. Jim had not missed that wording. At that moment he would have rather taken Liz to bed and enjoyed her all night, but he wanted to see how this game played out. 

Taking the tub of butter he watched as she climbed onto their marital bed. She was soon in the middle of the mattress on her knees. Occasionally Liz had allowed Jim to take her doggie style but always in her pussy. Tonight she offered another prize. Jim looked at her tight puckered hole. He also saw the wetness dripping from her pussy. Was she enjoying this he questioned? But no time for that now he had something to do. His manhood told him that he would pop soon even if he didn't enter her. Standing beside the bed Jim put his finger in the butter. When he touched Liz's tight holes she jerked and flinched her butt muscles. It was reflex and she soon relaxed as best she could. Jim's fingers begin to penetrate her ass. Liz knew in just a moment she would no longer be virgin back there. 

The butter seemed to help Jim get inside Liz. Soon his one finger gave way to two. That was a little uncomfortable but not near what it soon would be. Liz kept her head down and moaned. With her ass open Jim was scooping large amounts of butter and filling her passage with it. As Liz held her position she felt the heat of here embarrassment fill her body. Soon she felt a fire in her sex. 

As Liz was getting use to feeling of butter up her butt, she realized that Jim was taking more photos. Her face heated a little more. She didn't want to ever see those photos, or so she told herself at the time. Lost in that thought she failed to feel Jim climb onto the bed. But there was no mistake when she felt his member touch her now loosened and lubricated hole. 

Liz came to herself, "Jim did you use a condom?"

Jim did not answer but got off the bed to retrieve one. With that in place he resumed his position. Liz felt his manhood at her back door just before both his hands grabbed her hips. Liz expelled her breath as Jim rammed himself home. The pain shot thru poor Liz but heat built deep in her belly. For an instant it was unbearable, but she managed Soon Jim was pumping away like a mad man. 

Liz, still with eyes closed, pushed back to meet Jim's thrusts. She was beginning to enjoy it when she felt him tense then push full in. His grasp on her hips was as painful as his pulsing member deep in her ass. It was then Liz wished she had felt him empty into her instead of requiring a condom. 

Jim pulled out and watched her ravaged ass begin to close. He managed to get several photos before it was back to normal. Those Liz would find on the camera as well as those that showed him entering her. 

Liz kicked her legs out and lay on her belly as quickly as Jim was off the bed. He left the room and gave his wife some privacy. When she could stand, Liz went to the bathroom to clean her ass crack. She was amazed at how much Jim had smeared on her.  

When Liz returned to the bedroom Jim was dressing. He had a sly smile on his face like a little boy with a secret. "I hope you enjoyed that mister!'

Jim smiled broadened, "I did but I like Master better then mister." 

Liz ducked her head, "my apology Master, as I was saying I hope you enjoyed."

"I sure did and think I want more my sweet little play thing."

"Don't let that 'Master' thing go to your head mister. It was not all that pleasant for me; perhaps you might like to try it and see?"

Jim shook his head. Liz still naked walked to the chest, picked up the anal sex card. She handed it to Jim. "Score that and you had best be honest!"

"Oh I will Liz. I will give you full credit." Jim marked the card and dropped it in the slot. 

Without further ado Liz took the next envelope. Inside she found, "Been bad need to be taught a lesson, head down to the store and purchase a dog collar for your neck. Don't forget the leash. It will not count if you don't try it on in the store before purchase.. Score 20 points." Liz checked the time. She then began to dress. "Want to drive me to Wal-Mart? They should be open and I will miss a lot of shoppers."

"Is that fair?" Jim asked. 

"As fair as I can make it. I need to get as much done as I can tonight. I have limited time you know, or are you hoping I fall short so you can punish me?" Liz felt an unusual shiver as she asked the question.

Jim tried to defend himself, saying he would not do that to her. He would play fair and square. He stated that he had even put the condom in the freezer. Liz didn't know if she liked that or not but knew he had followed the rules. 

It was 11:30 that Friday evening when they arrived in the parking lot. It was a good thing that a store was open 24 hours to accommodate their game. "You coming in to make sure I try it on?" Liz asked. Jim shrugged and followed her into the sore. 

Liz had dressed in the same clothing she had been wearing when the game started. However her nipples showed more prominently thru the lacy bra than when she had fist put the blouse on several hours earlier. Liz had touched up her makeup as best she could as she rode in the front seat. With the vanity mirror on the visor she did all she could to straighten her hair. The skirt was wrinkles but didn't show too bad being tight as it was. Her heels clicked as she walked making heads turn her way. That didn't help Liz's confidence as she strutted thru the store toward the pet section. 

Jim followed well behind and noticed how many of the men turned after she passed to check her from the rear. He was a little jealous but overwhelmed with pride that Liz was his wife. 

True to form Liz dallied on the isle till she saw Jim watching. Her pandering had caused all the male admires to head on about their business. Jim was all that would see her place the collar on her neck and buckle it. Well all but the security camera that is. Picking up a wide black collar with chrome spikes Liz judged the size. She wished she had measured her neck before she came. Liz knew Jim's neck size for it was needed to properly fit him with a shirt. Making a guess she tired one. It was just a little small. Liz looked at Jim as she put it back and got one 3" longer. Slowly Liz put the one on her neck and buckled it. It felt snug and she knew it would do. Jim looked as if he was about to stain his pants. 

Liz smiled at him but her face was red. Jim thought it was embarrassment but in actuality it was from sexual arousal. Keeping the collar she chose a shore leash and headed for the front. Jim took his time but was at the front of the store watching as Liz stood in line. At that time of night there was only one cashier on duty. She was a mousy looking girl maybe in collage, but most likely still in high school. When it was Liz's turn to pay she was alone with the girl. There was a discussion and Liz came away with a slight smile. 

Liz walked past Jim as if he were a stranger and out the door. Jim went to the cashier to purchase some cigarettes. He had quit several years earlier but when he was out with the boys he still had an occasional smoke. He didn't really want the cigs but it would give him a reason to be there and make Liz wait for him by the car. 

When the girl put the cigarettes on the counter she whispered, "Mister did you see that women that just walked out?" 




The Game



"I noticed her yes, why?"

"Well she bought a dog collar and leash."

Jim looked puzzled as he could then responded, "So.. maybe she has a dog."

"Don't think so Mister, I told her I wore one of those collars to a party and she blushed big. I think it was for her!"

Jim decided to play along. "Really, why did you or why would she wear a dog collar?"

"Well I did it on a dare, but I bet she does it for somebody that makes her!"

"Makes her?"

The girl got real close and whispered, "You know makes her do kinky thing,"

Jim felt an urge and knew if he lingered much longer it would show. "Tell me what kinky things did you had to do?" 

The girl started to speak but suddenly there was another customer in line. The girl straightened and handed Jim his change. "Thank you sir, you come back to see us, ok?"

Jim wondered if that was in invitation or just to look natural for the approaching customer. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Besides he had Liz in the parking lot and she was definitely wanting do play kinky.

Back at the car Jim opened the door and helped Liz in. He came around and climbed in under the wheel.

"What took you so long?" Liz asked a little irritated. 

"I just made a purchase."

"What did you buy, pray tell?" Liz asked.

"I just bought some cigarettes." Jim replied. 

Liz was not happy and her voice showed it. "Jim Al...Morris you aren't smoking again are you?"

"No, just one now and then when I drink at a bar, but I really wanted to see what you and the cashier had to talk about."

"It was nothing at all, just chat to pass the time. All cashiers do that to make the customers more comfortable."

"Oh really well she sure was friendly with me."

"Jim she is way too young for you. I understand you are a pervert but didn't know you liked little girls!"

Jim smiled, "It is interesting that you used the word pervert. She thought you were a pervert and had bought the collar for yourself. She said you were probably going out to do 'kinky' things."

Liz's face was burning but not as hot was her pussy felt. On one had she wanted crawl under the seat, and on the other Liz wanted to go back to the cashier and tell her all the kinky things on her list. Liz refrained from making any comment. 

Jim was feeling rather mischievous, "The way I see it you have two choices. One you can go back in there and tell the cashier that in fact the collar is for you, or.."

Liz was getting hotter listening. She would die if she had to return to the store. "Or?"

"Or my sweets, you can put the collar on and wear it home."

Liz breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't wait, knowing the alternative. Quickly she placed the collar on her neck and buckled it in place. Jim smiled and said, "leash too." Liz attached the leash. As Jim drove away the said, "Jim that isn't fair, all the card said I had to do was to try it on in the store. You don't have the right to change the cards."

"I don't remember that as one of the rules Liz. I do remember that sex is just between me and you but nothing about my interpretation of the instruction."

Liz huffed, "I see you are perverted!" 

Jim laughed. In reality Liz realized that if Jim was perverted she was also, for she was so sexually excited she would have masturbated if she could have. But then Jim would see her. She had demanded he abstain for the week prior so she must control herself too. But then Jim was allowed to use a condom when he needed. Was it ok for her to please herself in the night? Liz decided against it because she had never considered she would enjoy the game. 

When they got home Liz was still wearing the collar. It was on her neck when she opened the next envelope. "You need to be clean. Take a good strong enema. Make it two! Make sure you ask for help! Score 25 points." 

Jim was dropping the dog collar card in the box as Liz read. He was enjoying this game more than he could have ever imagined.

"Damn, that is my luck I have no equipment for the enema." Liz said disappointedly.

"Too bad you could have bought it at Wal-Mart, that would have really made the cashier's night."

"No, I can't do that, I have to make each purchase at a different time or at a different store. That is one of the rules."

Jim smiled, "I guess I don't know all the rules."

Liz snapped, "No but I do and they are frustrating. You see I have to purchase the enema equipment and supplies but can't take the enema till I do. That just is my bad luck."

"I see, and you made the cards and rules?"

"Yes I did and I wanted this to be a challenge and it surely will be!" Liz looked at the pile of envelopes. She had two open she could not do so she was allowed to open one more. She did only to read, "It is time to do some training. Need a good butt plug for your ass. Not too big not too small but the judge will grade you. Wear it home to make sure it fits. Score 35 points." Liz began to cry, all three would have to wait till morning. It was true that there were all night porn stores but she didn't want to risk it at this time of night. She and Jim both would be no match for the hoodlums that roam the night in that part of town. "I guess I will go to bed now. I want to be up early. I intend to be the first customer at the mall for shoes. Then we can head cross town for that plug thing." As Liz completed the statement she was temporarily blinded by the flash from her camera. 

"Just one more to document the game my sweet Liz," Jim chuckled. Now Jim had a photo of Liz in a dog collar. Well there would be worse to come. Liz went to the guest room and locked the door. She wanted to masturbate but denied herself that pleasure. She wondered if Jim would do the same. As she lay in bed she almost wished for the enema. She ass was still full of butter. That was the last thought that went thru Liz's mind before she slipped off into slumber. The time was just after midnight.

The next morning Liz was up early and showered. She wanted to expel all the butter material from her rectum but know if she was to purchase the plug today the lube might come in handy. The card did say wear it home. Liz had to wonder what had caused her mind to dream up so many demented tasks. 

When she was showered Liz wrapped in a robe and headed to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. It was only 7 a.m. but Liz wanted to make an early start. She had only 37 hours remaining to complete all the cards or as many as luck allowed. Coffee and toast in her stomach Liz went to prepare for the day. She had the clothing she wanted hanging in the guest closet. There had been many hours of preparations put in this production by Liz. She was a woman that didn't like to admit defeat and worked with a spirit of determination on any project she began. And in this plan she had a twofold purpose. 

After she dressed but before she put on her makeup and did her hair she knocked on the master bedroom door. "You up yet Jim? I will need to get out of here in less than half an hour. If you want to go with me you had best get a move on." Liz said thru the door. 

"Liz what time is it?" Jim asked. 

"Bout 8 and I need to be at the mall at 9. I got a lot more to do you know." With that Liz headed to her bathroom to complete her primping. Liz wanted enough makeup to look good but not too much. She worked as if she was going on a date with Jim. In a way she did have a date, and Jim would be there. 

Jim was drinking coffee when Liz joined him in the kitchen. "Want coffee Liz?" 

"No thanks I just got my face on and don't want to ruin it. I have a date with a shoe salesman remember. I think we will swing but an adult book store next. One should be open by 10." Liz looked at Jim and could not help but notice that he was rigid. Liz wanted to check the freezer but didn't, she decided to wait till next weekend to see what Jim had deposited. 

The trip to the mall was quiet. Liz was nervous and Jim was a little jealous. Here Liz had fixed herself up as for a date, and she was going to show a stranger her sex. Yes Jim was jealous but he was also very aroused. 

Liz walked into the Mall and headed to the first shoe store. She wore a short pleated light tan skirt and a peach colored sheer blouse. Her bra could be seen thru the blouse if you looked. Her hose were skin tone and she wore a pair of white sandals on her feet. Her blond hair was flipped to her left side and she had gold loop earrings. Her long fingernails were bright red as were her toe nails. Her lips were red but not too bright. As she paused at the first store and Liz looked for the clerk. The only one visible was a female. 

Liz moved on and casually looked over her shoulder to see Jim not too far behind. At the next shoe store a middle age man was opening up. Liz felt it was her best chance. She walked in and smiled at the clerk. "Excuse me sir but are you open?"

The man smiled, "Yes madam we sure are. If you will let me complete securing the panels." The man went about his duty but was back in just a couple of seconds. "My name is Ray, how can I assist you madam?"

"Ray, I am Liz and I need a pair of shoes for a wedding this evening. I will be wearing a light blue dress and need a pair of heels that will go with the dress. It is accented with gold so I could try gold shoes if you don't have any blue. And I would like some high heels, my date is well over 6' tall and I don't want to look out of place."

"I believe we have the best selection in the mall. If we don't have the pair you want Liz, I believe you said, then you will have to try another mall."

"Ray, that is good to know. When I saw you I knew you were the man to help me out."

"Just have a seat here and I'll measure your foot." Ray smiled pointing to the front row of seats facing the mall walk way. Jim was sitting on a bench out front as if he was patiently waiting for his wife. 

Liz didn't like the seating but took the chair. She did her best to keep her modesty intact as Ray measured her feet. "You are in luck Liz, if I may call you that?" 

"Yes, Ray you may, I am honored to know you." Liz said in a husky voice.

"As I was about to say, your foot is a 7 B our most popular size. In that size I will have a large selection for you to chose from." Ray got up to head to the back room. In his absence Liz got up and browsed. She moved to where the closest chairs would be with her back to the mall walk. She saw Ray and took a seat. There was a mirror and Liz could see Jim watching. 

"I see you have moved." Ray said.

"Well Ray I was thinking with you facing into the store you couldn't see if another customer came in. I wouldn't want you to lose a sale because of me. Ray smiled and saw the logic.

Liz took a seat and let him take a stool in front of her. He lifted her foot and removed her sandal then pulled a pair of power blue pair of 4" heels from a box. As he lifted her leg Liz became a little more bold. She let her legs spread and her skirt crawl up. Ray could see the tops of Liz's hose and her garter gussets. 

"How does that feel Liz?" Ray asked as he let his eyes wonder to the Liz's thighs. 

"A little tight, but then it is a new shoe. Do you think I need to try on the other one?"

"Oh yes let he put it on your foot. As Ray lifted her leg he got the first view of Liz's sex. It was his first but not his last. Over the next half hour Liz tried on 10 pairs of heels. With each pair she would asks for a taller heel or a different color. Yes she worked hard to give the man a show. Ray worked hard to and got a lot of views of the hair covered sex between Liz's legs. When she got up to leave Liz saw that Ray had enjoyed himself. He was polite and told Liz that if she had no luck finding shoes to please feel free to return. In fact she was welcome to return any time she needed shoes. 

Liz walked out of the store and felt her wet sex. She had designed that task to humiliate herself but it had been more exhilarating than demeaning. Liz did not see Jim at first, but he joined her before she got to the mall exit. "Did you enjoy that?" Jim snarled. 

"I did it to amuse you. I humiliated myself showing my pussy to a shoe salesman. Guess mine was not the first one he has ever seen!" Liz countered. 

"He was enjoying the view!"

"Just like you enjoy seeing some other man's naked wife?" Liz asked with raised eye brow. Jim let the subject drop as they walked to the car. 

"Shall you drive me to the book store or take me home?" Liz asked in a soft voice.

"Damn I'll take you ,don't what some bum taking advantage of you!"

As they drove Liz became wetter between her legs. She hoped she wouldn't have a spot on the back of her skirt when she went in. Jim parked and looked at Liz. 

Without a word Liz got out and walked to the door. She went inside and headed toward the back. "Can I help you?" the dirty looking old clerk asked. "No just looking I think I see what I want." Liz continued toward the back. On the rack was a selection of plugs. Liz wondered what size to purchase. Then she saw a pack of 5 and guessed she could not go wrong with them. Collecting the package she headed back to the desk. Putting it on the counter she noted the clerk looking her up and down. She could feel his dirty eyes on her skin. 

"Need a plug for your poop chute?" he asked.

Liz smiled and said it was a gag gift. He didn't believe it and said so but took her money. He did not offer a sack so Liz carried it out of the store and didn't look back. When she reached the car she saw Jim was not there. Liz turned and saw him exit store. Was he jealous or concerned?

Inside the car Liz showed the set of plugs to Jim. "Well master just which one is appropriate?" she asked praying he would not select the largest. Jim studied the box then pointed to the second to the smallest. "That will do for a start, don't you agree?"

Liz smiled and responded, "Yes master that will do nicely."

Jim watched and Liz realized she had to install it. She had no choice the card instructed her do wear it home. Liz fumbled trying to break the strong wrapping. Jim took out his pocket knife and cut the wrapper and even removed the sleek tan colored brute that Liz had to insert. Liz smiled and took it. For a minute she was mesmerized by the object. When her trace was broken she scooted down in the front seat, spread her legs and began to probe her puckered hole with her finger. She was shocked to feel the dampness from her pussy seeping down her crack. She used that to begin the invasion. Lucky for her the butter Jim had installed hours before was melted and almost flowing. As Liz's finger opened her ring it was met with the slippery lube. 

Liz placed the tip of the plug against her sphincter, closed her eyes and began to push. It was a little painful but she was involved reliving Jim taking her anal virginity. The plug slipped it and was soon snug. Liz opened her eyes and looked at Jim. He had evidently watched the show. His pants indicated he approve. Liz blushed and lowered her eyes. It was then she noticed Jim had the camera. Liz shirked; Jim laughed. 

The drive home was uneventful with the exception that Liz felt every bump. She had never been aware of her colon and couldn't imagine why the piece of plastic in her ass would have such an effect on her pussy. 

In the bedroom Jim scored the two cards and watched a Liz drew another. "You seem to have a nudist fantasy, take a ride naked. Must be at least 5 miles. Have fun. Score 15". Well if I have to ride naked maybe I can find something else to accomplish as I do. Liz opened another. "You can't get an enema without the proper equipment and supplies. Kit and soap will be needed. Score 15 points."

Liz smiled a little, "I guess you can drive me to a drug store. Let's take my car, the windows are tented and maybe we won't get arrested!"

Jim smiled, "Ok, but why not get naked now?"

Liz gave a frown. If she could open another she would but as it was it was best to ride back naked. "I think I'll ride back naked."

Jim frowned, "If you do then you will wear the plug till you get back."

"Jim you are adding conditions again!" Liz retorted.

"Then drive yourself!"

"Very well you know I need to save all the time I can!" Liz pouted before handing Jim her keys. 

Jim watched the speedometer and was glad the drug store where Liz bought the condoms was over 5 miles away. He pulled up in front of the store. Liz was horrified. "Not here, that man was awful!"

"What did you say?" Jim looked at Liz sternly.

"Please master not here, can't we go to another store?"

"We can but it will only take more time."

Liz was defeated and climbed out. She questioned, 'what were the odds the same man would be on duty'? And besides she wasn't going to the pharmacy. She walked in with head held high. Liz was greeted by two clerks and asked if she needed help. Liz smiled and said she didn't and moved on. It took a few minutes to find the section she needed. As she was bending to look at the kits she felt the plug as her ass muscles tightened in her position. It was then she became aware of a man's pant legs beside her. She knew it was not Jim. Liz looked up. It was the pharmacist. 

"May I help you?" He asked with an evil grin.

"No was just checking something," Liz whispered. 

The man did not leave as Liz stalled. Her legs began to feel the strain. Finally she took the nearest kit and stood. The man was watching. "Will you need any supplies with that?" he asked again with a straight face. 

"I don't know I am just picking this up for a friend," Liz answered with a break in her voice. 

The man wouldn't let her off, " The same friend that needed the condoms?" 

Liz turned bright red and felt heat surge thru her entire body. It settled to a fire in her womb. "No, it is for someone else!" she managed. 

"How bad off is your friend?" He asked still smiling.

Liz wrinkled her face not knowing how to answer. The man saw that and continued, "There are different strength soaps and products for an enema. If they just want a light cleaning, this will do." The man held out a bottle of fragranced soap. If they need a complete and deep cleaning, say for a medical procedure this is what is needed." He pointed to jar. "But if it is for fun!" He looked square in the eyes of Liz. She could not bear that and looked down. I see, then I suggest this." He handed her a bottle. "It is gentle and will leave a hint of lube." 

The man either needed to leave due to sexual arousal that he didn't wish Liz to see, or he felt he had pushed the limits of a helpful clerk,. Either way he turned and walked to the end of the aisle. As the turned left he looked back for one last smile. 

Liz was horribily embarrassed but was burning in her sex. At that moment she didn't care how red she was she wanted to pay and get out. That she did. The female clerk gave Liz a strange look till she saw what she was purchasing. Then her smile was one of sympathy as if to say you poor dear. I understand your embarrassment. 

Back at the car Liz climbed in the back seat. "What you doin back there?" Jim questioned. 

"If I ride naked in the front seat you might have to do some explaining to a police man. Would you like to tell him why I am naked and what brought it all about?"

Jim shrugged, "As you wish Liz. I see you got some help to make your selection." 

Jim must have been watching Liz fumed then she remembered the camera. "Yes he was most helpful. I think he knew this kit was for kinky things because he suggested a lubing soap! I wish I had seen you cause I would have told him it was you that would be using the lube!"

Jim laughed, "If you want I will go back in with you."

Liz began to cry. After a few sobs she began to remove her clothing. Again the ride home was uneventful other than the deep humiliation and sexual arousal that mingled in Liz's mind. 




The Game



Jim had parked in the garage to save Liz some shame and a scandal in the neighborhood. Throwing her clothes on the bed in the quest room and putting the package down Liz went to the master bedroom to get another envelope. Jim was dropping the completed cards in the box as she entered. 

Without fanfare Liz commented, "I have one open so I can now open two more. It is almost 11:30 and I still have a pile to work thru." The next she opened read, "Take your husband to a public place and find a private corner. Give him the best head he has ever had. Swallow if he lets you! Score 50 points if he thinks you did a good job!" Liz frowned she wanted something she could do and that was out for the moment. The next was not any better, "repeat his choice, score 25" 

Liz looked at Jim. "I will let you choose now or wait till later. If you hold the card I get to open another. What is your choice?" 

Jim thought a minute, "Think I'll hold this to see what else you have in your bag of trick."

"Very well, master, as you wish. I can see what the next one holds." Liz "You feel naughty and need to show off to a strange female. Full front she must see all of you. Make eyes contact or it won't count. Score 25 if you do it with a smile!" Liz frowned. "Well that is three open all I can do now is take the enema. Here is the card my perverted man, want to watch?" Liz said snidely. 

Jim picked up the card and read it. "It says two strong ones. Think I will make sure you don't cheat. Let's go."

Liz was trapped in her own devices again. Naked with a plug still inserted she walked to the guest room. She went to the bathroom to remove the plug. Liz wash it while Jim opened the enema kit and read the directions. He also read the direction on the fragranced soap. "Don't know how strong this will be because the bottle says gentle relief. For best results you need to retain it for a full 10 minutes or more. It says if you get too uncomfortable you can stop the water for a minute and let the settle in your body before adding more."

"Thank you Mr. Wizard!" Liz snapped. It was bad enough for Jim to know she was having to do such a thing, but to have him in the same room was almost beyond her abilities. Liz thought angrily, 'Why didn't Jim make me do something to get a little relief. It would be heaven to masturbate for him again. But no, he must know and be enjoying what he is doing to me!"

Jim watched as Liz drew the water after measuring the soap. The bag began to swell and so did the lump in Jim's pants. That did not go unnoticed by Liz. When it was ready Liz hung the bag on the top of the metal bed frame and placed a towel on the bed. She lay down and took the nozzle in her hand. With her back to Jim she looked over her shoulder and asked, "Want to do the honors mister pervert?"

"What happened to 'master'?" he asked.

"Well excuse me, Master would you like to fill my ass with more than you cock?" Liz said with a sarcastic tone. 

Jim ignored that and waved his hand. "Looks like you got it all under control. You just seem to be wasting time."

Liz faced the wall and closed her eyes. Her sight was useless with here she was putting the nozzle. The slim probe went in easily. I was so much smaller than the plug. Liz tied to clamp down on it but could not feel the plastic. All that was left to do was open the valve. Liz did and felt the rush of warm water invading her backside. It was a strange tingle at first then grew into a bloated feeling. If that was not enough her pussy was on fire with need. Each time Liz squirmed she felt it in her clit. 

Liz was trying so hard to avoid an orgasm that she didn't realize the water had stopped. It was Jim that told her the time was up. Liz got up carefully after removing the nozzle. It was a difficult drip to the commode. Once there it was deeply humiliating to have to expel the water noisily with Jim standing in the door. Humiliating or not it had to be done. After Liz flushed she noticed a yellow ring at the water line of the commode. She blushed knowing that was the margarine that Jim had packed in her. 

The second enema was more painful and humiliating than the first for Liz but she did it. She only wanted to take a shower and clean herself. As she showered it was difficult not to touch herself and relieve her deep but humiliating desire. Why was she in such a need to masturbate?

Out of the shower Liz hurried to get ready. She had thought that the mall would be a good public place to give the blow job and flash a female. Liz touched up her makeup and hair and wore in a bright yellow dress that that buttoned up the front with large white buttons. Her shoes were yellow sandals. Liz wore not panties, bra or hose. She needed to be bare if she was going to flash properly. 

At the closest mall they went in and strolled hand and hand pretending to window shop. In the center of the mall stood the food court and all the restrooms. Lucky for Liz there was two family bathrooms. She led Jim into one and locked the door behind her. She took off the dress as sexily as she could before turning to her husband. 

"Come here big boy let me taste that cock of your!" Liz said in a raspy voice that was intended to be sexy. She sank to her knees and waited. Jim walked to her. Liz looked up into his eyes as she fumbled with his belt. "Big boy do you have a condom, or..." Liz hesitated a moment, "do you want to cum in my mouth and have me swallow? I could then lick your cock clean before I zip you back up. "

Jim looked at Liz with want in his eyes. He did have a condom but the thoughts of Liz swallowing was too much. "Think I'll reward you with a little refreshment. You can swallow and lick me clean."

By then Jim's pants were at his knees and she was pushing his shorts down freeing his erection. Liz looked up with teary eyes and asked, "what would all the people outside think of me on my knees sucking your cock?"

Jim just got a big grin. 

Liz took his hardness in one hand and brought her lips down to it. She licked the tip and tasted his pre cum. From the wet spot on his shorts Jim had been aroused for some time. Liz began to lick and suck along the sided of his manhood. Jim tensed and enjoyed it all. Soon Liz had Jim in her mouth trying to take all his cock into her mouth. Liz pulled back and looked at the string of pre cum hanging off the tip of Jim. She saw her saliva glisten on the length of his cock. She looked up at her husband. "Jim what do you think of the whore you married? On her knees sucking cock. Swallowing cum and licking the man clean. Yes I'm your whore! Your wife the whore, and she'll suck any cock!"

Jim looked down, the put his hands under Liz's arms and lifted her to face him. He held her at arms length with an expressionless face. Then out of the blue the slapped Liz so hard she would have fallen had he not steadied. "Listen to me goof Elizabeth Jordan Morris, you are my wife and my property. Other men can look but they can't touch. You will such no other cock! You will never have any sex with another man...or woman... that those parts of you are MY property. Do you understand me?"

Liz was in shock. She held her hand to her red cheek and nodded her head. 

"I asked if you understood me?"

"Yes Jim, I understand." Liz managed. 

Jim held eye contact and spoke this time in a softer voice. "Liz I love you way too much to ever share you that way. And what I demand of you I will give in return." With that said Jim pulled Liz to him hugged her close. After a few seconds he pushed her back to her knees to finish the job of pleasing him.

Liz had a sore cheek as she took Jim back into her mouth, but she had a warm glow in her heart. Jim loved her more than she realized. He would not even allow a fantasy with anyone else. Add those emotions to the humiliation of being on her knees in a rest room and the arousal in her sex for doing it all.

True to the instructions Liz swallowed and licked Jim clean. She pulled up his shorts for him and softly tucked his limp manhood in side. She then pulled his pants up and fastened them at his waist. She did not get off the floor before she had done all that. Climbing to her feet she looked at her naked reflection in the mirror over the sink. Her left cheek was bright red and might even be bruised. She caught Jim's eyes in the mirror, he offered no apology. Feeling his love all over again Liz put on her dress. Looking at Jim she said. "I have much more to do." With that she opened the door and walked out. 

Liz felt that every eye in the place was on her but no one really paid a bit of attention. Jim and Liz walked toward the exit more slowly than Liz appreciated. Only a few noticed her red cheek. Outside Liz and Jim split up. Jim was near and watchful but not at her side. Liz looked across the parking lot for a female victim. She saw two collage age women at the far end of the parking aisle well away from the mall. They would do. She walked toward them causally unbuttoning the dress as she walked. The two were chatting and didn't notice. Just as she got beside the two she pulled her dress open. The sudden movement caught both young women's attention. She looked both in the eye and smiled. Just as quciky she closed the dress and walked on past them.

The two girls were shocked and stopped dead in their tracks. One had her hand at her mouth giggling, the other just stood open mouthed. Someway Jim had gotten to the car and was at the end of the row watching all. Liz never looked back she just climbed in the car and Jim drove away. 

Jim teased her, "Well that was a shock. Guess they have never seen a naked woman before!"

Liz just felt the heat between her legs. 

Back home Liz want straight to the master bedroom. She wanted to get as many done as she could for she knew the fate that awaited failure. "Your wicked side is showing and you will pose for 5 explicit photos. Judge will determine if they deserve the score of 25 points." Liz wasted no time opening a second one. "You need new panties, purchase a crotch less pair, Score 15 pints."

Jim was listening at the door. "Make that 5 pairs."

Liz dropped her eyes and softly said. "Yes master," before turning back to open a third. "Ever woman loves BOB (battery operated boyfriend) , you need a new one. Score 10 points"

Jim still in the door said in a determined voice, "And that had best be the only boyfriend you ever have!"

Liz responded with, "Yes master."

Wasting no time Liz stepped to the end of the bed and she slipped out of one side of her dress she draped it across her shoulder showing one breast. She smiled as best she could and held the pose. Jim was ready with the camera, too ready. Liz wondered what other photos he had but after the flash she had to think of a second pose. He next pose the dress was on the floor and Liz covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with her other hand. She bent her knees and tired for a surprised expression. After the flash Liz turned her back to Jim and looked over her shoulder. She clenched her butt as she did. The flash signaled for another pose. This time Liz sat on the end of the bed with her legs to the side and her body and breasts toward the camera. She put her hands down for support and pushed her breasts forward. For the fifth photo Liz lay on the bed facing the camera. She raised up on one elbow and pulled her legs together and bent them slightly at the knee. Her pubic hair was visible as well as her breasts but not much more. 

Jim said, "A few more!'

Liz didn't respond with words she stood and held her breasts toward the camera. For the next and thankfully the last photos Liz lifted her breasts by her nipples. 

Jim scored the card as Liz opened the next one. "You need to go and you can't wait, but you are in a public place. You just have to pee you panties... make a puddle and wet your shorts. Score 25"

Liz left naked to change. She did not bother to pick up the dress for she could do that later. In ten minutes she was ready to go. Jim brought a rain coat to put on his car seat; he was going to drive her. 

When Liz got in the car she asked if he could take her to another mall. That one had a Victoria Secret where she could purchase 5 pairs of panties. Saying she would be just a minute she asked Jim to stay the car. He said no he needed the photos. They were back in less than 15 minutes with a bag. Jim made him show him all 5 pairs. Liz blushed when she was asked to explain why the split in the crotch. Satisfied Jim drove Liz the strip shopping center that has a Spencer's in it. He had to follow her in to see this. The place had several customers. Finally Liz got the attention of a young man. She was embarrassed but she brought herself to ask for a vibrator. The young man blushed as much as she did. It didn't take long to pick one but when it was time to pay Liz had to stand in line. When it was her turn she handed her merchandise to the female clerk. The female leaded over and said something to Liz. 

Whatever it was it made Liz blush. Jim wanted to know and decided to ask later. 

Liz hadn't recovered by the time she got in the car. "What was that all about?" Jim asked.

Liz blushed again, and was slow to answer but the stern look on Jim face convinced her to speak. "The girl said if I was horny she got off at 9. She said she had a thing for mature women."

Jim drove across the street to the park. He looked at Liz. "Well, it's time. I won't be taking your back to the house if you don't!"

Liz grabbed the handle and complained that she didn't need to. Jim pointed out the water fountain and said, "Fill 'er up. Faster you do the faster you get back. You do want a ride home don't you?"

Liz was defeated and exited the car with a "Yes master." Jim was getting use to that title.

Liz walked to the fountain and took a long drink . She then tried to sit but was too nervous. She got up for a second attempt at the water fountain. As she stood up she was greeted by an older woman. The woman appeared to just wish someone to talk to for she followed Liz back to the bench. Liz tried to be polite but she now had an urge. It took 10 minutes but the woman talked herself out and got up to leave. As soon as she was 10 steps away Liz stood and closed her eyes. The shorts that Liz was wearing were light green. The crotch began to darken then water appeared at Liz's feet. By now the woman had stopped as if she had thought of more to tell Liz. She stopped in her tracks when she saw what Liz was doing. Turning she shuffled away as quickly as she could. Jim was relieved for if she had confronted Liz it would be difficult for him to drive her home. All the woman would have had to do would be take down the license number in order to file a complaint. 

It was now Jim's time to be nervous. It seemed an hour to him that Liz stood and peed. By the time she was finished and started for the car another couple was walking down the sidewalk in their direction. Jim was sure they were well out of sight before the people could have realized what Liz had just done. 

Liz was crying when she got in the car. Jim only added to her distress when to mention the old woman witnessing the event. Liz sobbed louder. 

By the time they were home Liz had regained her composure and her sexual arousal was even greater. She wanted to change and to orgasm. She fought the second urge as she washed herself. She didn't feel she had time for a shower so the wash cloth would have to do. Dress in clean shorts and a tee shirt Liz went to the master bedroom. Jim was there smiling. He was really getting off to her suffering. Liz's plan to embarrassing her perverted husband was not working. What seemed to be happening was Liz beginning to enjoy parts of the game. 

The next envelope was a shocker to Jim. "You are a dirty thief, and you steel dirty panties for a friend. Score 50 on this one if you can pull it off." Liz was not ready for that one but she had included it. She looked at the watch. It was just past 4. Looking at Jim she said, "I borrowed a book from Fran, I think I will return it. You should enjoy me stealing her panties or would you rather it be one of her bras? You sure ogled her tits last pool party!"

Jim didn't say a word as Liz left. Liz walked the three doors down to Fran's house. She hoped the woman was in form and had a pile of dirty laundry on the washing machine. 

Half an hour later Jim was nursing a stiff drink in the den when he heard Liz return. He had been thinking of all that had happened in the last few hours. He didn't know how he truly felt but he was sexually excited. He was contemplating asking if he could come up with his own request for the card in his pocket. He was even willing to offer bonus points. 

Liz stepped in flushed. Pulling her hand from her pocket she laid two pairs of panties on the coffee table. Liz left as Jim just looked in stunned amazement. Liz retuned with two zip lock baggies. As Liz put then each in a baggie she told Jim how she came to have the two pairs. "Well as I hoped Fran hadn't completed her laundry. She never does it till she has to. I gave her the book back and she went to get me another. When she was gone I raided the basket. I just grabbed two, now that I examine them one is Fran's and the other pair her daughters. I think we need them sealed because it is obvious they are soiled. Now that embarrassing task is complete I still have time to work on more." Liz headed for the master bedroom.

By the time Jim got there Liz was reading the first new task, "You are no lady and when the urge calls you lift your skirt and do your business even if it is in public. Do it or lose 25 points"

"Damn what is this and peeing!" But in reality Liz had written it but she never thought they would come so close together. "Let me see if I can do better that that," Liz mumbled and opened another. "Go to a mall, you deserve it. Stop at the food court for an ice cream treat."

Jim was wondering just where this was going.

"When you get it take a load of your feet. Sit at a table and lick the cone like you would your favorite cock. Score to be earned 20." Liz frowned a little but she realized she was hungry. She had only toast for breakfast and if you didn't count Jim's offering, that had been it for the day. She was hungry but she dared not waste time to eat. Liz thought a moment they could make it to the mall. But then she still had one more she could open. "You need to enjoy the view, stand in a window for half an hour nude. Score 25 points."

Liz began to strip. "I can do the window now. We can go to the mall later. And then on the way out I can pee again in the parking lot!"

In less than two minutes Liz was in the shadow of the living room standing in the middle of the room. Jim headed outside to see the view. To his dismay you could make Liz out if you looked directly at her. And if you looked long enough you would see her nude. Jim wanted to put a stop to that but again he didn't. He decided he would mow the front yard and watch Liz. 

In just a few minutes Liz watched Jim trudge back and forth across the front yard. Twice friends drove by and waved. Liz listened to the timer praying it would ding soon. Just then she noticed Mr. Norman walking his dog. He stopped on the sidewalk and was talking to Jim. Liz felt as if she was in a spot light. Jim knew the old man could not keep a secret. If he saw Liz it would be all over the neighborhood in minutes. Jim ran the mover out to the curb and killed it. The way he stood it made Mr. Norman face the street and not the house. 

Just as Liz breathed a sigh of relief the Johnsons car stopped to chat with both. The problem was not Mr. or Mrs. Johnson, it was their three small children in the back seat. They were not interested in the conversation and hung out the window to try and play with the Mr. Norman's dog. Several times the kids looked her way but didn't seem to notice. Liz felt if they noticed, they would be obvious. 




The Game



After what seemed like an hour for Liz the Johnson car started to pull away. Just before the car moved Mrs. Johnson looked toward the living room picture window. As the car gathered speed she did a double take. Liz held her ground but if the car circled the block she was going to step out of sight. The game was one thing but both she and Jim had to live in with the neighbors. She didn't wish to be part of the gossip.

In fact Mrs. Johnson did see Liz or at the least caught a glimpse. When she did her double take the car had moved and she had lost her angle. Later in the night she mentioned it to her husband. He laughed it off and said she was seeing things. The thoughts did make Mr. Johnson smile for Liz was much more attractive than his wife. She had given him three children but still she could take better care of herself. 

The window time complete, Liz dressed in a skirt and was ready to head to the mall before Jim put up the lawn mower. Jim wanted a shower but had to settle for a quick rub down like Liz had suffered earlier. As he did Liz opened another envelope. "A woman like you need to be restrained, purchase some handcuffs and make sure they demonstrate them on you. 20 points can be locked down if you do."

When Jim came out ready to go Liz read the next card to him. "Jim we can swing by Mel's Sporting Goods on Baxter Avenue on our way home. That way I can get one more done."

Jim was tired but caught up in his wife's elaborate and kinky game. He wanted to see where this would lead. 

The drive was quick and they were at the mall by 5:30 Saturday night. It was busy at the food court and Liz had to wait her turn to get service. She ordered a triple dip of vanilla ice cream and looked for a table. She didn't see one and had to start licking the cone as she stood. Shortly a table became available. She sat down and began to work on the cone. Liz closed her eyes and remembered what it felt like to have Jim in her mouth just a few feet from that very spot. Liz really got into her work. She kept her eyes closed the entire time. When the ice cream was gone she opened her eyes and saw many man and women looking at her. She felt hot but it was not all humiliation. She got up and walked to the trash bend and threw the cone away. A man was watching her from a table near the container. Liz passed him and smiled, "That was good but who wants a soggy cone?" She laughed a nervous laugh and let him speechless. 

Liz headed toward the exit. She noticed Jim keeping pace not far behind. She went out hoping no one followed. When she got to the car, Liz looked back to see only Jim walking her way. She smiled and knew it was time to pee. Just as Jim got to the car Liz started to squat.

"Not beside my car you don't. Over there in the open space."

"Jim that is too..."

"Well we can always go home." Jim said then climbed into the car. 

Liz didn't have a choice. She walked across the driving lane and stepped into the vacant space. Looking both directions, Liz felt the coast was as clear as it could be. She squatted and pulled her panties to one side. It was then Liz heard the car cruising down toward the lane toward her. She couldn't stop the flow and had to hold her place. The car slid to a halt and the woman in the passenger side yelled out the widow, "What the hell you doing? There are public restrooms inside! This place is going to hell. Where are the cops when you need them! Come on Harold lets go and give the person some privacy!"

By that time Liz had drained her bladder. She wouldn't look up before the car drove off. As Liz stood a second car drove up and wanted the parking space. Liz walked the opposite direction to give right of way. The boy and his date didn't notice the puddle in the space and after exiting the car headed to the mall. 

Liz took the long way around and Jim was surprised when she opened the door. She was laughing and said, "Let's get the hell out of here. I thing Harold is looking for the cops." Liz was laughing but she was mortified. She never looked up so they didn't see her face but then again Liz couldn't recognize the woman or the car. She felt that was a good trade. 

"I didn't think I could pee till the car drove up. Then I couldn't stop. I bet there was a puddle big enough under that car to float a boat. I hope I never have to do that again!"

Jim looked at Liz. "You made the rules you should know."

By that time they were clear of the mall parking lot headed for Mel's. They arrived 15 minutes before closing. Liz hurried in and went to the gun counter. A young male clerk smiled and asked if he could show you anything. He was a little taken back when she ask to see the handcuffs. He raised his eye brows. 

"I'll tell you the truth they are a gag gift for a friend. I will give them to her for her honeymoon." Liz tied to lie.

The man didn't buy it but his job was to sell merchandise. He pulled out two pairs. One was hinged and the other had a chain. He explained the difference and also that both were double locking. The man explained how important that was. If the cuffs continued to tighten they could cut off the circulation and damage the hands. He whispered that self bondage was dangerous. Liz turned red. Jim recorded all with the camera. 

Final Liz asked him to show her how they work. There was no other customer close so the man did as he was asked. He locked Liz's wrists in front of her body making sure she knew where to place the cuffs on the wrists. He showed her how to set the double lock. He got a sly smile and asked if there was anything else she needed. Liz responded with, "Yes, for you to unlock these cuffs. I need to pay for them and get home."

The clerk replied, "I'll bet you do. If you need help let me know, I can use a lot more than cuffs."

By then the cuffs were off and Liz headed for the cashier without further response. Jim was standing by the front door waiting. The clerk had followed Liz and looked disappointed when he realized Liz was with a male companion. 

Back in the car Jim asked if he could cash in his card. "What you want big boy?" Liz asked in her sexiest voice. 

"Was thinkin' about you naked in the back seat with your hands cuffed."

"Is that all I was sure you would want my mouth when I was cuffed." Liz teased. 

"I didn't say what you would have to do to get the cuffs off!" Jim chuckled. 

Before they were in the street Liz was in the back seat throwing her clothes into the front seat. Jim heard the distinctive sound of the cuffs clicking shut. It was going to be an interesting ride home. On the way Jim threatened to stop for gas. Liz begged him not to. Both were enjoying this outting. 

When they got home Jim helped Liz out of the car and into the house. He stopped her in the den and made her kneel. She looked up at him and asked how she could serve him. Jim started to remove his pants. It was evident what Liz could do. "Want to fill my mouth again or do you want to use a condom?"

"What do you think?" Jim said I he stepped to her face and put his hands on her head. Liz looked up and smiled. She felt one hand leave her head and the sound of the camera. She looked up to see Jim taking another photo of her with his cock in her mouth. Liz closed her eyes and went to work in earnest. She was a little disappointed when Jim filled her mouth so quickly. 

Liz didn't release Jim from her mouth till she had licked his soft manhood clean. When she finished she looked up with a smile and asked if she would be receiving a good score for that act. Jim just smiled. 

Jim had to go to the car and get the cuff keys. Neither had thought about the key when they arrived home. When Liz had her hands again she went to bed room. The next card read, "It is your choice and you can repeat anything you wish. Score only 10"

Liz smiled and lay back on the bed. She spread her legs and with her fingers spread her sex. In a minute she was working toward a massive orgasm. It left her weak and drained. It was past 11pm before she could get out of bed. 

When Liz got up she opened three more envelopes. The first said, "Add crotch less panty hose to your collection, that is worth 20 points." Liz realized it was no use to try that one tonight. Next card was even worse. "You want to make a porn video outdoors in some public setting. Do it and earn 50 big ones." Again it was not something she could do tonight. The last was, "You have a new bikini and need a wax, make sure it is a man that does it! Score 40 points." Again that was not possible tonight and perhaps even not tomorrow, being Sunday. 

"My dear master I guess I had better go to bed. I can't do any of these till morning."

"You could sleep here you know?" Jim offered. 

Liz looked down. "If I do master I will fuck you all night and not be able to do anything tomorrow." 

Jim was shocked but that.

With that Liz went to her bed and fell across it. She was asleep in less than a minute, and her dreams were full of pleasant things. Jim too was caught up in peaceful sleep with warm images in his dreams.

The next morning Liz was up and showering by 6. She wanted to get started. After her shower Liz knocked on Jim's door. "Up and at 'em sleepy head. I have a lot of work to do in the next 12 or so hours." 

Liz went to the kitchen in a robe and made coffee. It tasted good but she needed some food. Breakfast that morning was cereal and milk with no sugar. She wanted to watch her weight and was starting today. As Liz was putting her bowl in the sink Jim came into the kitchen. "I'll be ready in about 10 minutes. I want to go out to the park by the interstate. That should make a good backdrop and this early Sunday morning I should be able to find a private spot."

Liz did not wait for a reply she went back to preparing for her video debut. Liz put on her makeup a little too heavy then covered her body in her smallest bikini. The swim suit had actually been a present from Jim but she had never worn it, not even for him. That brought some shame in itself. 

Jim was ready by the time Liz stepped out of the guest room. She wore a pair of heels and a full length coat. The weather was warm but at that time of the mornings Liz didn't think anyone would take note. In her hand was a gym bag with more clothing. Liz was planning on heading to the Adult Book Store on the outer loop. It catered to truckers and was open all night. With this time of the day there would be little worry of being accosted but a customer that might take her for a working girl. 

Jim drank coffee as they drove to the park. Liz was enjoying the time with her husband of 10 years. They had not spent this much time together on a weekend in half a decade. They made small talk but there was a sexual fire in Liz that has been smoldering for over a week. She hoped she could control it.

At the park Jim and Liz walked hand in hand toward a rise. It was covered with grass that had been cut just a few days earlier. Liz stopped at the line tree and spread the towel she had been carrying. The towel was positioned under the tree and parallel with the highway. The parking lot where Jim's car sat was 30 or so yards away, the highway perhaps 100 yards farther. Liz took a deep breath and took off the coat. She stood in the smallest of bikini in view of the road. 

"Jim you will film this for me. I am going to lay down and play the part of an oversexed woman that can't control herself. I have a timer in my coat pocket. Set if for 5 minutes. When it rings I will know the 'screen test' is over. You will find the video camera in the bag. Move around and make sure you get the traffic in the background. I want the film to depict a sluttish woman that can't control herself."

Liz placed a small pillow on the towel and lay down. She looked up at Jim and said, "Any time you are ready Mr. Director." Liz was propped up on her elbows looking at Jim.

Jim smiled and pointed the camera at Liz. She saw the red light. Liz smiled and began to talk to the camera. "I can't help myself some times. I think about my man's big cock and how well it fills me and I get so horny.. Like now...I am so horny... I'm thinking about his cock in my mouth!" Liz opened her mouth and made a show of licking her lips. "Yes his cock is so big. It fills my mouth. I like to lick it like its ice cream." Again Liz licked her lips. 

"You know when I think of the taste of him cum I get such a wet pussy. And my nipples get hard...so hard they hurt..." Liz lay back and let her hand pinch one nipple then the other thru the light fabric of the suite. Soon the evidence of her arousal was being recorded. 

Liz sat back up and looked at the camera, "And when my nipples get hard I just got to play with them. She reached back and loosened the string behind her back that held the top together. With the top now only supported by the neck string Liz began to rub her nipples behind the thin material. As she massaged her breast with one hand and licked her lips she kept her eyes fixed on the camera lenses. After a few moments Liz used her free hand to release her neck string. The top of the bikini fell to her lap. 

Liz looked at the camera as her free hand began to caress her other breast. Soon Liz was squirming as she kneaded and fondled her own breasts. When she was near orgasm Liz switched to pinching her hard nipples. That helped for a while but it was time to switch actions. "I just get so horny that I can't help but playing with my pussy." Liz lay back and kept one hand on her breast and let the other slid under the bikini top. The camera recorded the imprint of her finger tracing her sex lips. As Jim watched he too was feeling unbridled sexual excitement. His erection was more than proof. 

Liz began to let her finger open her lips and that showed so well thru the material as Jim zoomed in on her. She then moaned and pulled her hand out of her bikini bottom. She looked at the camera and cooed, "I'm so wet down there...and it tastes so sweet!" Liz put her finger to her lips and suck it in like to was a cock. Jim did not miss the shot and zoomed in close to see Liz's tongue working in her cheeks as Liz cleaned her finger. When she pulled her digit free there was a popping sound. 

Liz put on her sexiest pout then complained, "My pussy would taste better if it had been filled with my master's cum. He always filled me so full. And when he fucks my ass I want to scream." Liz looked at the camera for another second and then continued, "You know he was the man that took my anal cherry. Yes I gave that to my master. He is the only one that I would ever give that to. It hurts so good when the takes me. Master always takes what he wants. Thinking about him fucking me makes me feel warm all over." Liz lay back down on the towel, spread her legs and slowly worked on her body. As she did she moaned and groaned doing her best to hide the fact it was not an act. 

The timer dinged. Liz looked at the camera and Jim was still rolling. Liz slowly got up and began to put her suit back in order. "Well that is all the time I have to think about master's big cock. I need finish all that he told me to do today. If I'm good he will fuck me tonight. If I am bad he will punish me." Liz smiled then added, "But that's good too." 

Jim was impressed and proud of the film they had made. He wanted to get a look when they returned home to see if it is as much fun to watch as it was to film. By that time Liz was up and had the coat back on. She didn't wait to discuss anything she headed for the car. When she got to Jim's car it was locked. He hit the remote and she started to climb into the back seat. 

"Where you going?" Jim asked.

"I was going to change so I could buy some panty hose at the store."

"No you don't. If you change it will be at home. If you want to go now you will wear the bikini under the coat."

That gave Liz a tingle, not just the thoughts of being in the store in the bikini, but that Jim was taking control. "Yes master," Liz responded as she threw the bag in the back seat and closed the door. 

When they arrived at the store the parking lot was full of 18 wheelers. Jim looked concerned. He told Liz to say in the car with the doors locked. He would check the place. When he saw only one customer he motioned her it was ok. Liz climbed out and headed in. It took just a few seconds to find what she wanted. With panty hose in hands Liz headed for the cashier. Behind the counter was a rough looking woman. If Liz had to guess she would have said the woman was a dike. Her short cropped hair, loose flannel shirt, blue jeans with a knife clipped to her belt and a cigarette in her mouth. The cashier eyed Liz as she approached wrapped in a coat. It was certainly not hot but the coat was just as obviously not needed. 

Jim was by the door. Liz laid the package on the counter. The eyes of the cashier had a lust in them. "Crotch less panty hose? Guess you won't be headin' to church today!"

Liz blushed. The cashier continued, "Why the coat? It's not that cold is it?"

"I just felt a little chill that's all," Liz countered. 

"Maybe you did, might not be wearin much under that. You naked?" she asked. 

"No, can I just pay and leave?" 

"Guess you can. Just tryin' to be friendly. Like to get to know you better."

"I'm sure you are a very interesting person but I do really have to go." Liz said.

Jim spoke up, "Liz you will need more than one pair. Get a couple more in different colors."

"Yes...sure"

"Yes what Liz?" Liz was worried and desperate. "Yes sir," she responded. She was happy to hear Jim reply, "That's better" 

With the cashier seeing she was with a man the sale was conclude when Liz came back to the counter. Jim waited by the door and escorted Liz to the car. As he helped her into her seat she pulled his lips her hers and give him a passionate kiss. "I love you master," she said when she broke the kiss.

They were back at the house by 10:30 am. Liz went to the master bedroom to see what two new tasks she must do. The time was still too early to try for a waxing appointment on Sunday. The first card read, "Time to take it outside. Give him a few good shots of how you spend your time waiting for him to come home. 5 or so good one will do. Score 50" Liz was happy that one could be done now. But to see what else was in the cards she read a second. "Why not show off your charms. Let the world see or at least one male. Must see all of you, nothing covered. Make eye contact or it won't count. 15 is what you can earn."

Liz now had three open. She looked at Jim and told him to give her a few minutes. Liz used the time to change into a halter top with tight shorts and no panties. She tied a scarf round her neck before fixing her makeup and hair. Liz went to the garage and got her gardening tools. She wanted to make these look good. 

"You ready to play photographer?" Liz asked Jim. 

"If you're ready to do some more modelin' my dear."

Liz led the way to the back yard. There she found a sunny spot that was still sheltered from prying eyes of the neighbors. She knelt down and put her hands in the dirt. Liz began to work up a little sweat the turned and looked at the camera. As she did she untied the top of her halter. She smiled as she exposed one breast and tweaked the hard nipple. Jim took the shot. Next Liz opened the halter and released both breasts and held them up with dirty hands. After the shutter snapped Liz shifted her weight and leaned into the camera. Next Liz leaned back and undid the tops of her shorts. The next shot was with the shorts down to the top of her pubic hair. Next shot was with the pants at her knees the last shot was of Liz naked turned sideways just enough to show her pubic mound but little else. 

Jim was smiling and had enjoyed the duty. He was really liking this game Liz had devised. He was not wanting the day to end. 




The Game



I did sales for many years but the owner sold the brokerage and moved on to playing with his grandchildren. I basically one morning was standing on the street corner deciding what to do. I became a security officer in a 4-star hotel resort. It kept me on my feet where before I sat at a desk. I got back into shape pretty quick.

It can be really boring sometimes walking the halls but on one early morning about 2 am I was standing around in the elevator lobby area on the 23 floor exploring the tedium and considering a move to some other interesting job when the elevator door opened and out stepped a very young very pretty girl in a party dress covered in pastel-colored flowers. I as I am implying don't care to much for the job anymore and so am a little free with myself about the building especially in the hotel halls and so I made it perfectly clear to her with my body language and the fact that I rotated my aspect with hers as she strolled by. The dress left off about three inches above the knee and she wore not stockings. The shoulders and arms were bare also with just a one in frilly sleeve scrolling from the front to the back of her shoulder. Her skin was pure white with a slight tan.

"Good morning pretty lady," I said. She smiled, nodded her head and continued along her way. As she turn I noticed two things (well three but my cock getting hard is a given), one, it looked like she wore no panties or at least a thong and two, I spotted the bracelet on her left wrist. 

It was familiar, kinda, unique, and different. I remembered the guy last summer, the homeless guy who offered to wash my two cars parked in the driveway at my house. He told me a strange story about young women and girls playing an elaborate game. He said his daughter was caught up in it and that is how he became aware of some of the details. He told me how all the girls wore bracelets that defined their needs according to the color or texture of the special beads that made up the bracelets. He said if one knows how to activate the game the girls become like the boot piece, for example, in the Monopoly game and the boy is the player.

As I say was bored with this job, I didn't care if I lost it or not so I took a chance and said, "what does the blue beads mean?" She stopped and a little smile came to her face but she didn't answer or go she just stood there touching the beads on her bracelet the blue beads. It seemed like forever. I began to wonder why she just stood there and then in a flash I remembered the homeless guy saying "the key that lets you in is a short poem like string of words--butterfly butterfly stay awhile play awhile." I said it softly and directly to her. 

Her smile increased and she turned and walked up to me. When she came out of the elevator she was calm but now she seemed all a-shiver, excited, and happy.

"I am so glad you are a player. It has been so long since I have been in play, I thought of cheating but could not, so I have just been waiting and hoping. But that is part of the game you know. The more time between plays increases the need you know. I am like melting butter."

All the time she had been speaking to and touching the bracelet one bead at a time. But after I spoke the waited for key she looked up at me and said, "My need is cum. I give blow jobs to get it or whatever. Please can I have your cum. It has been a very long time since I had some. Can I be your piece in the game?"

"Of course," I said. "Wait her I will see if there is anyone in the linen room. Nearly panting I went into the linen room checked the restroom, "yes, the game is a foot," there was no one in there. I went back, reached out my hand to her, she took it, and I guided her into the small restroom--the door shut and locked I proceeded without hesitation I called my dispatch told them I needed a personal break and then took off my pants. She kneeled on the floor, reached around cupping my ass checks, and started sucking my balls while nuzzling her nose with my dick. I could see her in the mirror, she was one in love with what was to come--cum. In about twenty minutes she had my cock down her throat, one hand was stroking my ass occasionally pointing her fingers all over my anus. Her other hand had manipulated my balls around and around until she had both firmly in hand. As her attention became focused on my cock down her throat the ball hand grip became more and more firm while she massaged them around each other the pleasure turned almost to pain every so often but I didn't want her to stop so I just arched into it.

She said, "don't feed me to soon. The longer I suck you the more you will have for me. I am so selfish; I want all you have--it tastes and smells so delicious and"

When she said "selfish" she blushed very much but she didn't look away. She stared into my eyes and a devilish grin appeared, and then she began rolling my balls around each other. I didn't know if I wanted to yell out in pain or pleasure both were there--instead I arched my back pressing into her hand. She stroked my ass like she was smoothing out a skirt over her own rump. She cupped my ass and licked up the length of what was now her cum dispenser. Twirling her tongue around and around the knob she began to moan and make other little tones and tunes.

She seemed especially skillful from experience or having been taught I don't know but every time I began to feel the orgasm she would let off with the cheeks, tongue, sucking, and begin crushing my balls around each other or she would just let loose with everything and coast a little rubbing thighs or stomach.

Finally, after perhaps an hour she must have felt an urgency of a moment mine or hers I don't know but for me is was mine and I suspect you knew it. She became as a wanton slut working for the payoff knowing it was entirely up to her how much profit you would realize for her effort. Reaching around her back I heard a small zip and her party dress pooled around feet and knees. I was right she had no panties or bra; naked she became crude and very animated with her cock sucking, and ball play.

As the orgasm began she drew my cock from her throat leaving just the knob inside her mouth. I shot a lot.

She became very collective not allowing a single drop to get away. She swallowed some but caught the rest in her hand and on her fingers.

She began explaining, "I am really embarrassed: I am basically very shy but I have, I guess an addiction to cum."

She looked at me while saying this but mostly she was watching my dick for lingering drops of cum. She had smeared the cum all over her face and began massaging it into her skin. Then she put a large droplet beneath her nose and made a mustache of it, but this she did not rub in she left it think to dry there and it was obvious she was take inhalation into her nose to smell the scent of it.

"I am so embarrassed: look at me sprawled on the bathroom floor, naked hoping for a little more but I cannot help myself I love it so," she said as she reached for the low part of my shaft trying to milk out a little more--which she did. This drop she wiped around inside her nostrils.

The look in her eyes had the look of someone high on drugs.

For about fifteen minutes I leaned half-naked against the wall of the restroom watching her caress the sticky stuff into her face--cheeks, nose, chin, forehead.

"Sir, can I try to make you cum again? O no I cannot. I am breaking the rules of the game. I'm sorry. Please don't tell," she said patting a tear from her cum-covered face."

I felt a twinge of power. The young thing at my feet, my game piece made an error and it was only right I take advantage.

"I won't but do you have the game's rules? I need a copy."

"Oh, but you should have one. I can't let you have mine."

"You can. You can fix your error by making another. My copy fell into a vat of oil and was destroyed. Let me have yours' and I won't say anything and you can try for some more cum. My cock is still hot. I am sure you can get another load," I said.

"OK," she said, "but it is in my room. I'll have to get it."

She was staring at my balls and I was looking her over. Her pubic hair was sparse and her little tits like bullets but her nipples were long, and her skin was without a freckle or any other imperfection. The bracelet is all she wore now and something caught my eye. "What is the little gold bead on your bracelet?"

I saw then with the asking of the question she was beside herself with her addiction--wanton lust. My cock began to grow hard again watching her openly crave my cum. I squatted a little to bring my balls dangling near to her nose and touched the little brass bead and said, "my next move is this bead." She had begun to quiver when I first mentioned it but now she was shaking and captured my left nut in her mouth. I got the impression she had thought the game was over but now saw that I was a player and would not let her go until I lost. I really needed the rules book.

Then I noticed with ball in mouth was staring up the shaft of my cock past the knob into my eyes, with a pop she let my ball free, ball sack shook and cock bobbed up and down tapping her fore head, her face grew red, "the little brass bead means I love to get a tongue bath of my ass. But you have to do a good job of it."

"Well, I don't know; stand and show it to me," I said shifting gears a little to the knew adventure, "let me take a good look, show it off, model your ass for me. Drape yourself over the sink a little, spread you cheeks. You like to get your anus licked do you? Where is the rules book?"

"In my room. We can go there and you can bathe me and I can have more cum. But be quiet my parents are in the next room. The adjoining doors are locked and I have the only key but we have to be quiet."

My cock began to look like a raisin while she gathered up her dress and dressed. 

The famous words rang in my brain "fear itself." Alright, sexy baby but I have to change out of my uniform. Lets go to your room and then I'll go down and change and come back in about half an hour. We walked to her room she opened it and I took the key, put my finger to my lips, shhh, and left. When I finally got back to her floor I was a nervous wreck trying not to get caught by anyone I worked with and anticipating opening to door to find the unexpected Dad standing there. I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepped in, and shut the door all in a wisp of sound. She sat on the edge of the bed naked, the room smelled like my cum, and then she rolled over on to shoulders and knees ass in the air and spread slightly. I slid my finger slowly across her anus; I undressed while licking her rectum slowly working my way in circles out and around to cover her entire ass with my tongue bath. I guess it was catching her addiction to cum because once I started I could not stop. I licked and sucked her ass for two hours with side trips to pussy she came twice from the taste of it and from the wild shakings probably four times total. There was no reluctance on her part; she just kept presenting it to my tongue, spreading her cheeks, and repositioning herself into interesting poses allowing me better access and a better view.

I knew it was time for her turn. For her it was all about cum. For me I didn't want to cum; I wanted to play with this hot baby. Assuming my position of power over her I let my risk taking nature loose. I rolled her over onto her back and made my cock and ball and asshole available to her tongue. While she smelt my ass and licked my balls cupping my ass in her hands, I looked around. I saw an ice bucket, thong see-thru lace panties, and a baby doll that would come to well above her hips. "Come off the bed in front of the mirror I want to look at you. Here step into these panties. Nice. And this baby doll too. O baby you are hot suck my cock. The view of you in the mirror is great, my balls are so fucking hot. Hey I read somewhere that putting ice all around the balls makes the cock cum harder--more cum."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"Yeah. Where is your ice?" I started looking around the room frantically.

"I don't have any."

"That's OK. There is some down the hall. Here take the bucket and go gets some." I walked to the door and opened it an inch holding the bucket. She said, "dressed like this?"

"Yes that will make my cock hard and my ball hot watching you walk down the hall nearly naked. It will produce a lot of cum and the ice will force it all out. If anyone comes along just ignore them. I'll be watching so they will leave you alone. If it is a man they will be happy to see you--and some women too." I put the bucket in her hand and she squeezed it. I opened the door all the way and she looked out. And then was gone down the hall. I couldn't stop. I stepped naked stroking my hard cock into the hall and watched her go. But I heard a night latch and in a flash was back inside peeking through a crack. An older man walked by toward the elevator and the ice machine. Oh shit I got to get out of here. Was the thoughts in my mind but I just kept stroking and then I stepped back out to see what I could see. A few minutes later here she came with a bucket of ice. Man O Man. When she got to me she was shaking like a leaf in a storm but her face was a huge smile and eyes for glowing. "Lick my ass."

She handed me the ice, I turned around and bent over, she went to her knees and began liking my ass hole. Her hands went to my balls and cock. And I realized how great this was but I want the rest. So I stripped her naked and took her inside.

I had to pee for what was to come. I was gone 5 min. When I got back she had cuddled herself into an arm chair legs pulled to her chest shaking and staring a smile still on her lips. "That old man saw me. I just stood there and said, 'hi, getting some ice.' He stood there looking at me all over telling me he was going down for a late dinner. He told me everything he planned on having and kept on looking. I smiled and listened and turned to the ice machine and put the bucket in and pressed the button. Now he walked around a little so he could see my backside and kept telling me about his dinner. Then he started telling me about my ass. 'You have a very sexy ass young lady.' I said, 'thank you and stood up straight to show him a better view.'

I took her hand and pulled her up from the chair, took two dollars from my wallet and handed them to her. Would you get me a candy bar--baby ruth?

I stood and waited. She looked at the clock-2:30 am. Her face twisted I could see in her eyes her mind was performing mental contortions. Finally, it looked like she burned-out and zombie like walked to the door, was out and gone, I rushed to watch her that beautiful piece of ass walk totally naked down the hall. Now I was shaking. When she turned the corner out of sight I went back in leaving the latch over so the door didn't shut, and climbed onto a table with pillows, spread myself out so my balls and cock were bobbing free in the room, and waited stroking my cock. When she came in she was shaking and chuckling continual. She shut, dead bolted, and locked the door. And then spent the next two hours sucking me. I guided her so I wouldn't cum anytime too soon.

I got the rules book and Mom and Dad didn't show up.



The Game



The lamp filled the room with soft, warm light leaving the corners dark and hidden. He stood outside of the circle cast by the light and studied her. Spread open and waiting, her legs askew as only someone who is sleeping can lie, her breasts rose and fell slowly with each breath. He examined her, studying her young flawless face. Beautiful creamy skin, full, generous lips, and long dark eyelashes laying against her cheek hiding eyes so dark they looked black. Her hair lay in a dark cloud behind her, long strands draped across her neck and exposed breasts. The front of her nightgown was unbuttoned low showing off her generous tits; he found them perfect and had already spent many nights masturbating to the thought of caressing them. He continued to study her, his eyes traveling down the line of her sleeping body, down her thighs and back up again to where her nightgown had ridden up enough to show she wasn't wearing panties. 

He thought back to when this little peep show had begun. At first he just thought she was having a little fun showing off. He noticed that she would leave her door cracked open when changing, and at night too. He would be walking down the hallway to his room and see her door halfway open with her asleep in some very tiny outfits too. Her sheets would be pulled off of her, hiding nothing from sight. Her ass, so round and full, would peek out from the littlest panties imaginable. She began leaving the door cracked when she would shower also, and he even watched her sunning herself topless in the backyard. 

He adjusted himself, his cock stiffening, begging to be released and touched. He sat down on the bed next to her and gauged her reaction. Her breathing didn't change and she didn't move. He didn't expect her to though. After all, she had had quite a bit to drink tonight. She had grown decidedly tipsy before retiring to her room. By the time he was ready for bed she'd had plenty of time to slip into a deep sleep. 

Carefully he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on the nightgown and gently pulled it to the sides of her so he could see her naked body. Her breasts were perfection, soft round orbs with large, light colored nipples. He imagined her nipples harding under his touch and had to adjusts his self again. He could see the dark triangle of hair surrounding her sex, her pussy peeking out from between half opened legs. 

His hardened cock twitched in his pants just begging to be free. He obliged himself and unzipped his pants, taking his dick in his hands. He stroked himself and continued to watch her. He couldn't believe he was doing this, he shouldn't even be in her room. He shouldn't be stroking his cock and studying her mouth: slightly open, a tiny triangle of tongue exposed through lips made to wrap around a cock. 

He stroked himself with firm hard strokes bringing himself closer and closer to release. This wouldn't be the first time he had spilled his seed on her floor. He had started sneaking in and rubbing himself off a few weeks ago and was having a hard time stopping. In fact he had started doing it more often, almost every night, becoming bolder with each nocturnal visit. At first he wouldn't get close, but just last week he had started pulling her clothes down so he could see more. The first time he had pulled her night shirt up so he could see her breasts he had came in his pants without even touching himself. Amazed, he had taken a shower and while cleaning up had marveled at how powerful of an orgasm he had had from just looking at someone. Was it because it was wrong? Something he shouldn't be doing and knew it? 

Now he leaned in, close enough to her breasts that he could blow on them. Her nipples hardened immediately and she sighed gently in her sleep. 

Reaching out he lightly touched her left breasts and began to gently maul her hard nipple. Faster his hand moved over his cock as he began to softly maul her tit flesh. His fingers began to dig into her breast, squeezing her delicate skin. She moaned and moved her head but stayed asleep beneath his wandering hand. Harder and harder he pumped his cock, which was twitching wildly in his hand. He moaned and moved his hand to her other breast, pinching her nipple and rolling it between his fingers. Harder he squeezed, gasping as he shot his load across the room and onto her floor. He squeezed her breast tight as he continued to come, finally releasing her as his orgasm subsided. 

He tucked tucked his dick away and zipped back up before reaching over to redo her buttons. His eyes lingered as he finished the last button and gently pulled down the bottom of her nighty. 

He stood up and grabbed some kleenex off her nightstand and wiped up his cum from the floor. Then walking out he closed the door softly behind him. He continued to his room and fell asleep imagining fucking her, the memory of her soft breasts fresh in his mind. 

Down the hallway from his room she smiled and reached up to squeeze her tits, touching herself where he had touched her. 

To be continued...



The Game



INTRODUCTION

Jeanie was upset. I could tell that by the angry flush of her cheeks, the wide-eyed glare and decidedly aggressive stance. Most of all, I could tell by the way she jabbed her finger at me saying, "What the fuck did you think you were doing?"

"I was playing the game and taking it to a higher level," I told her and, before she could say anything in reply, I went on, "...and you seemed perfectly happy to play!"

For a moment or two her mouth hung open in shock, then she took a deep breath and said, "Well... I didn't have much choice, did I... you rotten bastard!" before storming off to the bathroom and slamming the door. 

It was the final evening of the 3-day conference I'd been attending. Normally I try to avoid them, but it was a chance to bring my wife with me for a few days at the seaside with all expenses paid. So, while I spent the days making ever-briefer notes about boring speeches, Jeanie was free to go shopping in the fashionable resort or laze around on the beach.

DAY ONE

I'd met Greg on the first day. He was young and had only recently progressed into management; still full of enthusiasm and making copious notes about everything. At the end of the opening session I'd put him straight about a few things and he'd insisted on buying a drink afterwards. That was why I'd gone to the bar instead of going straight to meet my wife.

I found, however, that the bar overlooked the lounge so that, as we enjoyed our drinks, I had a perfect view of Jeanie. As usual, she had her head buried in a book and, clearly relaxed, she looked absolutely stunning.

"Now that's the kind of company I wouldn't mind having tonight!" Greg suddenly declared. I'd already discovered that he was single, unattached, and deeply disappointed that there weren't any attractive females at the conference, so I just smiled... until I realised he was staring towards the lounge where Jeanie was the only female to be seen.

I hadn't mentioned anything about my wife being with me, so I was trying to think of a polite way to let him know she was 'spoken for,' when he went on, "Jesus! Just look at those legs! I could spend a lot of time with my face between those!" And that, of course, made it even more difficult to say anything without causing a lot of embarrassment.

I suppose I should have been annoyed to hear him say things about my wife like that -- and a few other things in a similar vein -- but, to be honest, I couldn't blame him. Jeanie does have very long and shapely legs, and much of them were visible below the shorts she'd obviously worn to the beach. Less visible, due to a loose-fitting top, was the fact that she also has a trim and slender body. 

Seeing such a female, with an elfin-like pretty face framed by blonde hair, it wasn't surprising that Greg didn't make any connection between the 43-year-old, slightly overweight bloke who was his drinking companion and the beautiful 27-year-old. I should have said something; perhaps even made it a joke to remove any possible sting but, before I could, he raised his glass and drained it.

"Right, I'd better get started on the daily report my boss wants from me," he said, adding, with a nod in Jeanie's direction, "Mind you, if I thought I could pull someone like her, I'd tell him to... well, y'know. Anyway, I'm off for a cold shower... or something. See you tomorrow."

I wasn't actually annoyed or anything. Jeanie is beautiful and I'm used to other men admiring her looks, or even trying to hit on her when they think I'm not watching; but Jeanie always laughed it off, displayed her wedding ring, and made it clear she wasn't interested. This was different, though. I'd listened to a good-looking, obviously fit young man openly express his desire for her -- and I realised that it had been a definite turn-on. Weird, huh?

Anyway, as I was about to leave the bar, I spotted Greg making a diversion through the lounge, probably to get a better look. I saw him say 'Hi!' with a big smile and Jeanie, who was well used to that kind of attention, look up, gave a polite response, and immediately go back to her book. Unusually, though, I saw her giving him the 'once-over' as he made his way to the door. In fact, he'd just gone through it and she was still looking in that direction when I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "See anything you fancy?"

I couldn't help grinning as she blushed furiously and clumsily started gathering her things together and, when I added, "His name's Greg... and he said he wants to spend time with his face between your legs!" she actually dropped her book while I sauntered off towards the lobby.

The lift was fairly full so we couldn't talk about it there but, as soon as we made it to the room, I quickly said. "So... how was your day, Love?" The look on her face made me burst out laughing and then, before she could get too annoyed, I told her all about it.

"But why didn't you just tell him?" she asked, and I explained how I hadn't really had chance to. Then, when I told her it was all good: that I'd been turned on listening to him and she'd been turned on looking at him, she hit me with a pillow! A pillow-fight led to laughter, which led to hurriedly getting our clothes off, which led -- after a slight pause to find a condom -- to making love -- much too quickly to be really satisfying.

Later, after an excellent dinner, we tried to make up for it. However, when I suggested pretending she was with Greg, I was amazed at how excited it seemed to make her. I'd heard of men who got a thrill from watching their wives with other men, but our own fantasies had never gone in that direction. Before we fell asleep, I asked Jeanie about it and her entirely reasonable response was that, although it was great fun to fantasise, the 'real thing' was fraught with too many dangers to even contemplate.

It was no surprise. I'd met Jeanie 7 years earlier when I was a mature student seeking a degree in business studies and she was studying English literature. Somehow, we connected. She surrendered her virginity to me a couple of months later and we were married soon after graduation.

DAY TWO

After a good night's sleep we had, unusually, an early morning session of love-making. Jeanie teased me that I needed to thank Greg for stimulating our sex life -- and I responded by asking if should tell him it was because my wife was thinking about him as we made love?

The conference was as boring as ever but, over lunch, I learned that Greg was just 22-years-old, that he'd joined his company straight from school and quickly worked his way up, and that his long-term girlfriend had left him because he devoted too much time to his work. At the end of the day I told him it was my turn to buy the drinks but, disappointingly, there was no sign of Jeanie in the lounge. Even so, it was amusing to see the way he kept glancing in that direction. Half an hour later, the look on his face told me she'd arrived and, just as on the previous day, he swiftly finished his drink and left.

This time, I just relaxed and waited to see what would happen, and saw him stop to talk to her. I could see her respond politely, but I could also see her blush quite furiously when he sat down opposite her. After a minute or two, though, she began to relax. They began talking quite contentedly and occasionally laughing at something one of them said. They were enjoying each other's company and, though excited, I did feel somewhat excluded and perhaps a tiny bit jealous.

Eventually, I sent a text to say that I was going straight up to our room -- and she sent a reply saying she'd join me there in a few minutes. In fact, the 'few' turned out to be almost 30 and, when she finally arrived, she was positively glowing!

"Well, that took a while," I said, "What were you doing?"

"Playing the game," she retorted, "After all... you set it up so he'd have a chance to chat me up!"

"Fair enough," I conceded, "But I didn't expect you to drool over him quite as much as you did."

Fortunately, it all turned into light-hearted teasing: Jeanie saying that I was trying to push her into an affair with a younger man because I couldn't keep up with her; me saying she was tiring of me and looking for adventure with someone nearer her own age. It was all good fun, and it helped to fuel the fantasy we indulged in with even greater vigour than the previous night. After that, she told me about her conversation with Greg.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell him you're my husband. I told him I was having a few days on my own; just a bit of a break from home and husband. It was all I could think of because he'd obviously seen the wedding ring. But it probably wasn't the best idea because I think it made him wonder if I might be available, y'know?"

I just nodded as the thought produced an unexpected tremor of excitement.

"Anyway," she went on, "he said that didn't mean I had to dine alone. He invited me to have dinner with him."

"Did you..?" I began, feeling excitement rising again.

"Obviously not!" she laughed, "Or I'd probably be in his room right now... helping him use up a whole box of condoms!"

"Is that what you...?" I started to ask, but she cut me off.

"I'm here! That was my choice. I've never wanted another man and I don't want one now -- only in our game...okay? Anyway, that's the end of it, because he's heading home as soon as the conference ends tomorrow. And it's probably for the best because we're in danger of getting carried away with it. 

"No... don't try to look innocent... you've enjoyed the game and I've played along... but I think you've enjoyed it a bit too much and you'd be prepared to let it go further."

"Just me?" I asked.

"No," she answered with her usual honesty, "I've felt a bit tempted as well. Greg's a really nice guy... a bit naïve, perhaps, but very attractive... and I don't want to get embroiled in something that could upset what we have together."

I reassured her that nothing could come between us and, as we settled down to sleep, she repeated that, since Greg was leaving, it was a case of 'game over,' and I could only agree. 

DAY THREE

I was commiserating with Greg, who told me that the gorgeous blonde had turned down his offer of dinner. I said he'd soon get over it now that he was going home -- but he responded by saying that his boss had called and asked him to meet and greet and a couple of clients who were due to arrive in town the next afternoon.

I know I should have let Jeanie know about it but, not entirely sure if things would work out, I sent her a text saying I'd be having farewell drinks with a few friends and was likely to be a little bit late; if I wasn't back by seven, she should go to dinner without me.

Greg, of course, wasn't interested in drinks this time so I went to the bar on my own. Although the bar was crowded, I managed to find a spot where I could watch Greg approach my wife in the lounge. She appeared to be surprised and pleased, then a little uncertain; probably when he told her that he was staying on for another night, but it didn't take long for her to relax. 

She was still in her beachwear - shorts and tee shirt probably pulled on over a swimsuit -- and she looked incredibly sexy and desirable. By the time it got to six-thirty, however, I could see she was becoming a bit agitated and, moments later, her text message arrived asking me where I was. I replied that I'd be late and to go to dinner without me. Her next message said, 'Greg's still here.' I replied 'lucky you' and added a smiley face. 

As the bar filled up it became more difficult to see them properly although they seemed to be deep in conversation and very much enjoying being together. Eventually, they began checking their watches and I guessed -- correctly as it turned out -- that they were arranging to have dinner together. That was when I went up to the room and poured myself a drink; just before Jeanie arrived, found me slightly drunk and, when I asked if she'd been able to find an interesting dinner companion, became 'upset.' 

Surprisingly, perhaps, she appeared to have calmed down a bit by the time she came out of the bathroom. She'd obviously showered and I watched in uncertain silence as she covered the matching white bra and pants with a white blouse and a short, lemon-coloured skirt.

"It's only dinner, Jeanie," I said, slurring my words slightly as I attempted to offer an olive branch while she carefully applied her make-up, "It's just food, wine and conversation."

"Oh, I see," she replied sarcastically, "I must remember... if he wants a goodnight kiss I'll tell him my husband said it was only to be food, wine and conversation!"

"Look... Jeanie... I think..." but I'm not even sure what I intended to say -- the extra drink had been one too many -- but it didn't matter because she interrupted, saying;

"The trouble with games is that there're usually losers as well as winners. Remember that!" Then she grabbed her small handbag and, before leaving, only paused to add, "I've got my key with me... you don't have to wait up!"

After she'd gone, I laid down on the bed and, all at once the room seemed to start spinning -- definitely a drink too many. When it eventually settled down, I managed to strip off and get under the covers. Although I was obviously a bit concerned about Jeanie dining with Greg, even in that confused state I wasn't too worried. I was confident things wouldn't go beyond the 'goodnight kiss' she'd mentioned -- although even the thought of that gave me a vicarious thrill. Before long, thanks to the effects of the alcohol, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up once -- somewhere around ten o'clock -- in need of the bathroom and, guessing she'd be home before long and not wanting to seem mistrustfully anxious, I decided to pretend to be asleep. In fact, pretending wasn't necessary. The next thing I remember is being woken up by a small sound and cautiously opening one eye to locate its source. Then I realised it was the sound of the door opening, and my head cleared rapidly as I realised it must be Jeanie returning from her dinner date.

Reaching for the bedside light, I found the switch and, in the dull glow of its light, the first thing I saw was the small alarm clock -- telling me that it was 4:18! Suddenly, I was wide awake, bolt upright and looking as my wife as she quietly closed the door behind her and came over to perch on the side of our bed.

"Jeanie?" I croaked, "Where've you been 'til now? What've you...?"

"I've been playing the game," she answered very quietly, "...and taking it to a much a higher level." 

Then, seeing my stunned and uncomprehending expression, she went on, "Two choices... you can either ask me a lot of questions, or you can lie back and listen -- without saying a word -- and I'll try to tell you everything while it's still fresh in my memory." 

My head was now completely clear. I was pretty certain that I knew what had happened, but I said "Okay," and settled back on the pillows to listen.

"Okay," she confirmed, "You're probably not going to like it... but I'll tell you... I'll tell you all of it." And then she began to tell me her story.

"After I left here, I met up with Greg in the lobby and we went to a restaurant just down the road. I was still furious about the way you'd set me up, Love... but he'd booked a table for 8 o'clock and we were early; so we had a couple of drinks while we waited for our table and I began to relax, calm down and enjoy his company. I got my head together and resolved that it would just be a meal in good company, followed by a goodnight kiss. And so, having decided that, I think I was able to relax properly...y'know?

"The meal was excellent... the full works and some really good wine... and we took our time over it. It was well after ten by the time we finished our coffees... and I really did enjoy his company. I don't mean his company was better than yours... but it was... well... different. He's still got a more innocent view of the world than we have, I suppose... and it was fun being with him. He's also very intelligent and he has a way of telling funny little stories that made me laugh a lot.

"So, there I was... in a place where no one knows me... with a young, fit and good-looking companion who seemed absolutely smitten with me... having had a lovely meal and possibly a little too much wine. 

"So, when he'd paid the bill and we were leaving the restaurant, I felt really guilty. I mean, I don't think he actually expected anything from me... but I couldn't help feeling that we'd been using him as some kind of 'expendable pawn' in our game... and it just didn't feel right. So, once we went outside, I suggested a stroll along the seafront.

"It was really nice; the air was warm and there was a nearly-full moon... so I slipped my arm through his and we wandered as far as the Opera House before turning and heading back. To be honest, I wasn't in any hurry... that sounds terrible, I know...but I'd really had such a lovely time. He'd behaved like a perfect gentleman throughout and I knew I could easily get away with nothing more than a peck on the cheek, y'know? But it didn't feel right. It seemed wrong that we were just using him to fuel a fantasy. 

"As we neared the hotel, I stopped to look in a shop window. It was just an excuse to extend the evening a little really. It was a music shop with all kinds of instruments on display, and Greg stepped into the doorway to get a better look at one of the guitars. I followed him and, when he turned to say something, I... well... I just reached up... and... and I kissed him!

"Yes! It took him by surprise, too!" she smiled when she heard my gasp. "I hadn't planned it... hadn't even thought about it... I just did it! And the next thing I knew, we had our arms around each other and we were snogging in a shop doorway like a couple of teenagers. We'd have probably carried on for ages if we hadn't heard a bunch of noisy drunks coming along the street!

"So, when we left the doorway it was with his arm around my shoulder and mine around his waist and, to be honest, I felt like I was floating on air. When we reached the hotel lobby, without thinking about it at all, I just hung back and waited while he retrieved his key from reception

"And I know this'll sound crazy... but it's true... I honestly wasn't thinking about anything when we got into the lift. I saw him press the button for the second floor... and I knew I ought to press the one for ours... but before I could do that, he started kissing me again! The next thing I knew, we were standing outside his room and he was holding the door for me. 

"I did hesitate, Love... I really did. I realised the enormity of what was happening... and that I'd reached the point of no return. But then I saw the look on his face... the fear that he'd tried to take things too far too quickly... the fear that he was about to be rejected... and I just couldn't bring myself to let him down like that. It would have made me... I don't know... a heartless tease... or that's what I felt, anyway. So, with my knees definitely shaking... I stepped inside.

"The room was okay... a bit more 'functional' than ours... but the bed seemed wider than a standard single and... sorry... I'm rambling a bit... you want to know what happened, don't you?

"Okay... I'm telling you as much as I can recall... one or two bits may be a bit vague, but that's not because I'm holding anything back. And if it gets to be too much, just let me know and I'll stop. 

"So... where was I? Oh, yes... we're in his room... and the door's closed... and the only light is from a street lamp outside... but it's enough to see quite clearly. And we just sort of stood there... looking at each other... as if neither of us had ever done anything like this before and didn't know what to do next! Ridiculous, really... but Greg suddenly seemed completely unsure of himself. So... well, I did what I thought was best. I undid the buttons on my blouse and just... sort of... shrugged it off me!




The Game



"Yes... I know that sounds brazen... but there was only one reason for me being there and... well, I guess I wanted him to know that I was... well, okay with it, y'know?"

Jeanie fell quiet for a few seconds, and I guessed she was reliving the events in her mind and probably waiting to see how I'd react. When I didn't say anything, she went on:

"I took hold of his hands and we kissed... very softly. It was weird, really, because it wasn't anything like as frantic as the ones in the shop doorway, but it sent such a shiver through me that my knees almost gave way. I guess it may have had something to do with where we were...? Anyway... we kissed again... and again... and... I'm trying to remember, but some of it's a bit of a blur...

"I think I started to undo his shirt buttons... but he finished that and slipped it off. I remember that because, when I kissed him on the chest, the hairs tickled my nose. To be honest, Love, I wasn't really thinking about anything by then. I mean, I was very nervous and very aroused by that time... obviously; but there weren't any clear thoughts. I know when he unhooked my bra and slipped it off, it felt really exciting to press my tits against his hairy chest. That really gave me goose bumps! But it all gets a bit confused just after that.

"I remember kisses... lots of very nice kisses... and I remember that he took a lot of time over fondling my tits and teasing my nipples... oh, and he kissed them... and sucked on them very nicely, too! I think... yes... we were on the bed by then... although I can't actually remember how or when that happened... and I can't even remember him removing my pants! I mean, I know he must have done that, because I'd remember if I had... but I can't... Anyway, the next thing I definitely remember is that he got his wish to get his face between my legs!

"Jeez! He was good at that... I mean... really good! He took his time... and he kept taking me up to the very edge of a climax... and then he'd slow right down again! It was gorgeous... but it was agony as well! After a while... it's no use asking me how long because my mind wasn't functioning at all by then... I was almost ready to beg for release.

"I guess he must have got rid of the rest of his clothes at some point... probably while his tongue was working on me, because I don't recall him doing it but, just when I was ready to scream that I couldn't take any more teasing... he suddenly moved up and, almost immediately, I felt... I felt his... his cock... sliding into me!

"I was so far gone that I didn't even think about it... I just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he began to fuck me. He was trying to be gentle... but that wasn't what I wanted right then. I just wanted him to fuck me! I know I started to urge him on... calling his name and saying 'Yes! Yes!' over and over until... until it turned into a long, drawn-out moan as I felt myself cum!

"I mean, that's how worked up I was... it probably took no more than a minute or so for him to make me cum. Can you believe that?

"Later on, when I got to see it properly, I realised his cock was only a little bit longer than yours... not enough to make any real difference... but it was the excitement... the sheer wickedness of it... that probably made it feel absolutely huge that first time and... sorry... I'm rambling again. 

"Where was I? Oh, yes... my orgasm. It seemed to last for ages... probably because he kept fucking me, harder and harder and faster and faster until he suddenly gave a loud groan and stopped with it right up inside me. I heard him breathe my name and then his cock seemed to swell even more... and it started to throb and twitch inside me and... that was when... when I realised that he'd reached his own climax!"

Seeing the look of shock on my face, she gave a faint smile and said: "I'm sorry, Love! I just wasn't capable of thinking at the time. I mean... you always take care of that and...well... yes... Greg came inside me! It didn't really dawn on me at first... I didn't think about it. We just stayed as we were... you know... kissing and cuddling and gradually coming down from it all. It was only when he finally withdrew that I could... you know... feel some of it leaking out and..."

"It's okay, Jeanie... it doesn't matter," I told her, "We can sort it out... tomorrow." 

She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek, knowing that it really did matter. We'd always used condoms. So it meant that, as things stood, Greg was now the only man who'd ever shot his load inside my beautiful wife. She asked if I wanted her to go on, then asked again to be sure, before continuing.

"Okay... well... we stayed like that for a while. We just talked about nothing very much... telling each other how good it had been and swapping compliments, you know? Then, after a few minutes, I suddenly felt his cock stiffening against my leg. It really surprised me... I mean... so soon! So I put my hand down to it... just to be sure... and he was rock-hard again! I mean, he moaned with pleasure when I touched it... and I wasn't sure what to do for the best so... so I... I went down on him.

"I mean, I didn't go very far with it. That's when I found out he was just a little bit bigger than you, because... well, anyway... I didn't want him to cum in my mouth, so... when he started squirming a bit, I stopped sucking his cock and then he sort of... pulled me on top of him.

"God! That makes me sound like such a slut, doesn't it? And it's even worse, because I wasn't exactly unwilling. I've no excuse. I can't say why I did it... I just felt so wicked... and so incredibly horny! I knelt astride him, guided his cock carefully into me, and tried to really take my time.

"I was just grinding gently on him and feeling his cock rub against my insides. And all the time, he was playing with my tits... I have to say he's really very good at that... until... almost without expecting it... I had another orgasm.... another really shattering one!

"I was just stunned! And as soon as that happened he pulled me down, raised his knees, grabbed hold of my buttocks and started to fuck me fiercely. I felt completely helpless... but I loved that feeling... it was fantastic! I'm not sure, but I think I probably had another orgasm before he rammed it in as far as he could and shot another load into me.

"At that moment, I didn't care. I think he could have done anything he wanted and I wouldn't have been able to refuse.

"When my head eventually cleared and I went to climb off him, he held me where I was. I think I muttered something about needing to clean up because I wasn't protected, because as soon as I'd said it, I felt his cock start to stiffen up again... even before it had softened enough to slip out of me!

"Still... even though I wasn't even sure that I could manage any more... I straightened up and then I squatted over him and... well... his little bit of extra length didn't half make a difference in that position! It filled me so much that I could barely move at all... but I think it really turned him on because he could actually see his cock going in and out of me.

"He made me cum again. I couldn't believe it... but he did! I was drained. I just couldn't move. And that's when Greg took it out... keeping me on all fours while he changed position and started to fuck me from behind... doggy style!

"And that was when," she said hesitantly, her voice little more than a whisper, "...was when... when I... I think I really... betrayed you."

I just waited and listened as she took several deep breaths, before continuing in a soft tone:

""As he was banging me like that... quite forcefully... he suddenly said, 'I want to put a baby in you, Jeanie!'

"I've no idea why, but the thought just seemed to tip me completely over the edge. It was as if I didn't have any control at all anymore! I just responded by matching and meeting his thrusts and, when he grabbed my hips and started to pound me even harder, I began to have the longest and fiercest orgasm I've ever known... it just went on and on. And I was begging him... really begging him... to 'fuck me,' and pleading with him to cum inside me. And I was telling him to... to... put a baby in me... telling him that I wanted his baby!"

She was silent again for a few seconds and then, with a slight catch in her voice, she went on:

"And that's what I wanted... at that moment... you know? I don't understand it... but I really, really wanted Greg to make me pregnant. It's so confusing but... at the time... it just seemed so... so right, somehow.

"And it had an effect on him, too. He practically roared when he started to cum! And even though it was the third time, there seemed to be more than ever of it spurting into me!

"His cock seemed to be incredibly far up inside me... and I remember thinking of all that liquid seed being released into my body... searching for my egg to fertilise and... and create a baby inside me. And I know I was yelling... God knows whether the people in the rooms on either could hear, or what they thought if they did... I was yelling, 'Yes, Greg! Yes! Yes! Fill me! Fill me!' until he'd fired every last drop into me.

When he eventually withdrew, I lay on my back for a while and we were both gasping, and panting for breath... and swapping kisses and exchanging stupid grins."

She fell silent at last, and I had no idea what to say. After a while she stood up to remove her blouse and, despite everything, I felt a real thrill in knowing that I was the second man to see her do that tonight... and the second to watch her reveal her small, firm breasts when she removed her bra.

I don't think I was even too shocked when she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor to see that she had nothing on underneath.

"I couldn't be bothered looking for them," she explained, but her smile seemed forced and her eyes were sad.

"He fucked me again," she said. "It was after I'd dressed. We were having a final goodnight kiss that turned into a lot more. He fucked me... standing up... against the wall. I enjoyed that, too."

I could see the glistening wetness around her crotch and thighs as she slid, naked, into bed beside me. She saw my desperately straining erection and gave a slightly bleak smile. "So... even with what happened... it's really turned you on?"

"Yes," I admitted, and then added, "I really do love you, y'know, Jeanie?"

"I know," she smiled, "but I'm sorry, Love... I'm just too tender down there to let you fuck me at the moment." Then she dipped her head and took at least half of my cock into her mouth. She stroked and sucked me very gently... but I lasted no more than a minute or two before I began to pump my cum onto her tongue.

Normally, she's not keen on that and, on the few occasions she'd allowed me to do it in the past, she'd always spat it out fairly quickly. This time, though, she swallowed every drop with only the tiniest hint of a shudder, and then lovingly licked it clean before cuddling up and switching the lamp off.

"I've learnt an awful lot about myself tonight, Love," she murmured, "and not all of its very nice. We'll need to do a lot of talking over the next few days..."

"Whatever you..." I began, but she gently shushed me.

"Not now, Love. We're both tired." And then, just before she drifted off to sleep, I heard her whisper, "This Jeanie's out of the bottle now... and I don't know if we'll ever be able to put her back."



The Game



The car pulled around the corner and stopped. I hopped in the back and we pulled away from the curb. 

"Hi Vince," I said as I looked around the car. We were alone, just me and Vince and some clothing folded on the back seat. I would change into that clothing and transform myself from Kathy into 'Baby Doll,' one of the prize girls in the stable. 

I didn't work for Vince, not really. He worked for masters much as I did. His job was to protect the merchandise. Vince was a large, muscular Italian in his early 30s; I was the merchandise. I had value because I was young and looked younger. A great deal of value because, in spite of youthful looks and small size, I was very good at pleasing the client. Actually, my looks and petiteness were both valuable assets. Very valuable assets. 

Most of the men I was seeing were looking for young and innocent, the forbidden fruit so to speak. The encounter is about titillation, whatever the client needs, whatever turns them on. As long as he pays for it, the client gets what he wants. Young and innocent was one of the roles I filled. If everything went well with the client, if the client was happy, then the people I worked for were happy. Vince was happy. That was my job; making sure everyone was happy.

"Hi Kathy. You need to change quickly tonight, we're staying local and we'll be there in about thirty minutes," he replied.

"Local? You know I don't like local." Usually I was taken to New York where as far as I was concerned there was no one I could run into who might know me. Local made me a bit nervous. A lot about what I was doing made me nervous, but I had faith Vince would protect me and I knew Vince had the medicine to calm my nerves. "What are we doing tonight?" I asked him.

"I'm running you over to PA. We've got a John over there who picked you and he's a friend of a friend if you know what I mean. So you're on the menu Baby Doll. Let's get ready."

"A friend of a friend?" I asked.

"Yeah, baby, a friend of a friend."

I never liked hearing those words because it usually meant someone owed someone else a favor and that I would be working off the books, so to speak. What that meant to me was that the person I was seeing probably did not feel the controls that were in place to provide me with a certain modicum of safety applied to him. He was special. I had entertained friends of friends before; sometimes they had proven to be uncomfortable. However, I had no options other than looking cute and using the tools nature had given me to make do as best I could.

I caught Vince's gaze in the rear view mirror, "Okay, you have some coke?"

"Yeah Baby Doll, I've got some coke," it was obvious from his voice that he knew I was upset. It was also obvious to me that there was nothing that could be done about it.

I did a bit of coke to settle my nerves and started getting changed. I had my clothes off when we went through the toll booth going over the bridge into the city. I know the toll collector saw me, they had seen me before. I often wondered what they thought of a young, naked girl in the back of Vince's car, but Vince was pretty imposing and I guess the toll takers just never thought to bring it up.

Vince had brought sheer stockings and a garter belt for me. I got them on and then pulled a pair of lace thong panties over them. Most people would wear their panties under their garter but the clients always wanted me to take the panties off and leave the garter on. I found this to be a much easier system. Typically the client liked the look of my shaved pussy framed by the garters. They said it made me look even younger. I knew it made me look vulnerable. I knew that because it made me feel vulnerable.

I was fairly small, I only weighed 100 pounds and I was a 32 B. I could tell from the outfit Vince had brought that this client was looking for that youthful trashy look as opposed to the schoolgirl I was called on so often to portray. So I dispensed with the bra – it was just going to come off anyway – and pulled on my skirt, buttoned my shirt halfway up and tucked it in. A pair of heels and I was ready to go.

I was ready just in time; we pulled up in front of a duplex. Vince parked in the street, told me he would be right back and walked up to the door. Vince went inside and I knew I had a couple of minutes. Part of what Vince does is to make sure all is as it is supposed to be on the inside. I knew that right now he was going over the arrangements with the client and making sure there was no one there who wasn't expected to be there. I just sat in the car and tried to relax, waiting for him to come out. 

Vince climbed back into the car, "Okay Baby Doll, go on up to the door and I'll be back for you later."

"You're not staying?" I didn't like it when Vince didn't stay. Bad things could sometimes happen when Vince didn't stay.

"No Baby Doll, you're good. This John is a friend of a friend. You go on in. I'll be back."

"Friend of a friend," well that just makes me feel all tingly I thought to myself. I got out of the car and walked up to the door. It was a nice area, but I knew that didn't mean a whole lot in the life. Plus, I was cold. I was shivering, part of it was nerves but a good chunk of it was cold. Then I thought, "Shit, we got here so quickly I forgot all about the coke." I had intended on doing just a little bit more. "I hope this guy offers me some wine." 

As I approached the door it swung open and there stood the client in a pair of sweatpants with no shirt or shoes. He wasn't bad looking and he appeared to be in decent shape so that was a definite plus. I wasn't going to be trapped under a sloppy fat John or some bad smelling, ugly bastard. In this business you have to take you're plusses. I learned that very early.

"Hello Baby Doll." 

"Hi," I smiled sweetly looking into his eyes and licking my lips just a tiny bit. He could just see the very tip of my tongue flick by. It was time to get to work.

He took me by the hand and walked me up the stairs and into the living room. I looked around trying to get a feel for where I was. The television was on, and there was a couch, loveseat and a recliner. At the one end of the room was a dining area off of which was a kitchen, at the other end was a hallway that led off to the left.

He asked if he could get me anything and I asked for a glass of wine. He went into the kitchen leaving me standing in the middle of the room. I could see him going into the fridge from a cut-out in the wall where food could be passed through. 

He returned with a glass of white wine for me and he had a bottle of Heineken. He smiled at me, touched my glass with his bottle and said, "To a fruitful evening." We were both standing in the middle of the room.

As I began drinking my wine I could feel myself beginning to relax, maybe this was going to go okay. He moved behind me, slipped his hand inside my shirt and began caressing my left breast with his right hand. He was kissing me on the side of my neck. He pulled his hand out and turned me around still trailing his tongue around my neck. He moved up and attempted to kiss me on the lips but I moved my head away. He kissed me on the side of the face and lightly licked my eyelids and trailed his tongue down my nose. He tried to kiss me on the lips again but, once again, I turned my head.

He whispered into my ear, "Would you mind taking your clothes off for me?" 

I tilted my head to him, smiled and said, "Not at all. I'd love to get naked for you."

I put my drink down on a coaster as he moved to the recliner and sat down. I had come in with my shirt already partially unbuttoned so I stood in the middle of the room and slowly undid the rest of them, one button after the other. When all of the buttons were undone I kept the shirt on and slowly slipped my skirt down over my hips and kicked it into the corner. Now I was standing in the middle of the room, shirt undone and my tits playing peek-a-boob, in my garter, stockings and panties. 

He was paying rapt attention as I slowly began sliding my panties down. As I slowly slid them down my legs, I stepped out of them with my left foot and kicked them over with the skirt with my right. With my shirt tail hanging down he really wasn't able to see my pussy yet, maybe just enough to be aware he wasn't seeing any pubic hair. He was staring at my crotch trying to see as I tuned around and slowly raised the bottom of my shirt exposing my bare ass to him.

"Ahh, that is one beautiful ass!"

I replied, "Thank you," and gave my ass a little shake. 

I kept my legs close together, not tight, but close enough so that when I bent over he was getting a great view of my ass and my pussy crack and mound but no butterfly. I wasn't ready to really spread wide yet. It's all about the titillation. 

"Oh my God, you are hot. Your ass is so tight!"

I clenched and unclenched my ass cheeks a few times then straightened up. I took the shirt off and threw it over with my other clothes in the corner.

I slowly turned back around and placed my hands on my hips and stood there letting him take it all in. This part I like. I like it when the men look at me. Actually it makes me hot and my pussy started to dampen.

He wasn't saying anything. From my point of view it looked as if he was transfixed on my pussy. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure he was breathing.

My pussy. I am very fortunate in that I have what has been described as a great pussy. I don't know about that but I do know that men like to look at it. My labia aren't overly large and when I'm standing unfluffed my inner lips are just visible, slightly peeking out. When my outer lips part my clit becomes clearly visible. There are times when the proper presentation of the pussy accomplishes a good bit of the task at hand. I call this pussy power. It's all about titillation; give the client what he can't get elsewhere.

He was smiling and nervously licking his lips, the now forgotten beer simply being held in his hand. I slowly ran my hands up my sides and over my head, stretching as far as I could and giving him a good look at my tits as they moved with me. I could tell he liked what he was seeing as there was a visible stirring in his pants.

I kept my arms in the air and spread my legs and slowly started bending backwards. I can do a full back bend but I didn't go there this time. I simply gave him a bird's eye view of my pussy. He wanted to see young, shaved flesh so that's what I was showing him. I took my left hand and reached down between my legs slowly drawing my finger up through my labia. I licked my finger and repeated the move

"Oh my god, you're beautiful. So young and small. How old are you?"

I straightened up and smiled at him saying, "Old enough."

I then turned around and bent forward spreading my legs. He had a great view of my ass and pussy and when I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart I heard him gasp. I looked through my legs at him and he now was fully erect in his pants. He was pushing hard against the fabric of those sweats.

I went down on all fours; head on the floor and ass up, and then slowly rolled onto my back with my legs spread. I pulled my knees up as tight as I could and then I extended my legs straight into the air and slowly parted them into a 'V'. I slowly opened and closed my legs. I could see he was staring at my pussy. Watching my pussy lips slowly open and close; watching the butterfly flap her wings. I kept my legs extended and spread and slowly began playing with my clit with my left hand. I was running my fingers up and down the length of my pussy, everyone once in awhile spreading the labia so he could get a good view.

I stood up and began removing my garter, and then I kicked my heels off. Ever so slowly I rolled each stocking down and off its leg. I was now completely nude and he stood up, handed me my drink, and slowly walked around me. He was fully erect, his erection straining against his sweats.

"Finish your drink Baby Doll. You're so small, and so young. You're beautiful. They told me you were well worth the money, and they're right. You're worth every penny. He sat back down on the couch, just looking at me.

I'm standing in the middle of the room finishing my drink with my nipples rock hard, mainly because I'm cold. I was starting to wonder if this was it, if I was just going to stand in the middle of the room until he either decided what he wanted to do or Vince came back. However, I was wrong, there was a game plan, I just wasn't aware of it.

Suddenly the door bell rang and he got up, took my glass and told me to put my shoes back on and stand there and wait for him to return. He put my glass on the cut-out to the kitchen and went down the stairs to the door. I heard the door open and people talking. The next thing I knew I heard more than one pair of feet coming up the steps. 

"Fuck, a friend of a friend!" I wasn't sure what to think. It was starting to look like there was going to be a party. No one had said anything to me about multiples. This wasn't good, especially without Vince here. I was wondering if Vince was even aware other people had been invited. I was very apprehensive about how many people were coming up those steps. I couldn't really tell. I could just hear footsteps approaching as they made their way up the stairs. As they got closer I tried to relax and put on a demure smile and made sure I was facing the top of the stairs at a good angle for viewing pleasure. You know what they say about first impressions. 

The first guy through took one look at me and his eyes bugged out. 

"Jesus Christ! Jim, you said you weren't busy." he exclaimed. 

He quickly moved into the room, his eyes roaming all over me, trying to see everything at once. The second one in didn't say anything, but he couldn't take his eyes of me. I just stood there and smiled. They were smiling back, big smiles, and they were all bug-eyed. I'm not sure they even blinked. 

The client came in, now I knew his name was Jim, and said, "Fellows, I want you to meet Baby Doll. Baby Doll this is Bobby and Frank."

I simply smiled and said, "Nice to meet you." 

Bobby and Frank looked like they might be college-aged. I had been expecting maybe a bit older because the client had seemed to be in his mid-30s. Rarely am I involved with guys this young. When I am it's usually when I'm given as either a gift or a reward. An evening with me is expensive and rarely do younger guys have that kind of money. 

Frank said, "I thought we were going to watch the game?"

Jim replied, "We are."

"Well what is she doing? You do know you have a naked bitch standing your living room!"

"Frankie!" exclaimed Jim, "Play nice. Baby Doll is going to help us watch the game."

Bobby hadn't said a word all through this discussion; he was just staring at me. It would have been cute, actually it was cute, but I was more concerned that my fairly basic trick had just turned into a three on one. I didn't like this, didn't like it at all, especially without Vince here to keep things reigned in. The only good thing I could see was that he had only brought in two more guys. There could have been more. There have been more.

Any time you get involved in a multiple situation it has a tendency to get rough and very easily can turn bad. This is especially true if you are the only one of the multiples that's playing the game with a pussy. Typically it will start out with one guy trying to be the lead dog and then, before you know it, the testosterone comes into full effect and everyone is marking their territory. Unless one is very fortunate, men in multiples can easily turn into a pack of sex-crazed assholes. 

As I'm standing there I'm taking this all in and trying to read the two newcomers. The one called Frank was making me nervous. He looked like he had an attitude and I couldn't envision him folding his pants neatly and putting them on the end of the bed. I suspected strongly he was the type of asshole who would take pleasure in my displeasure. I was afraid he was going to try and hurt me, I'd been with guys like him before, the only question was how much discomfort he was going to cause me and, since Jim had invited him, would Jim be able to control him?

Bobby just seemed like a college kid who happened to walk into a situation that he had yet to fully grasp. I could see by his expression that in his mind he was saying over and over again, 'She's naked. Damn, she's just standing there bare ass naked!' I was thinking maybe I could use Bobby's niceness and innocence to get me through if things got ugly with the other two. However, as nice as Bobby seemed to be, I would be the one his hard-on would be directed toward. One of the first things I learned in the life was a hard dick has no conscience.

Jim took charge and told Frank and Bobby to sit on the couch and he then sat in the recliner. 

"Baby Doll," he said softly to me, "why don't you give Frankie and Bobby the tour. Watch this boys, Baby Doll has a great body and she knows how to display it."

I smiled, winked at Bobby, and began walking back and forth in front of the three of them, very slowly, several times, I stopped, faced them and reached my hands up clasping them above my head and arching my back. With my legs spread a little more than shoulder width apart I gave them all a good view of my pussy, much as I had Jim previously. To enhance their view I reached down with both hands and helped the butterfly spread her wings, giving them a good clear look at my clit. I held this position for a five count, letting them take in the visual. Then I turned around and spread my legs as far apart as I could, leaned forward and spread my ass cheeks. This drew comments from the crowd as they marveled at my hairless pussy and Bobby and Frank kept asking Jim how old I was. All he said was that I had said I was old enough.

I made a conscious decision to see if I could get things moving. I was pretty sure Bobby had never had an experience like this and I was guessing the same was true of Frank. I wanted to get them worked up so that when the time came they would cum quickly. This was no time for coyness. I didn't think this was a crowd that would appreciate coyness. It was show time.

I sat on the floor with my knees up and began stroking my pussy. I was alternately rubbing my clit and then slowly sliding my fingers through showing them my labia. Then I would stick a finger in my vagina and then into my mouth while the other hand went to my pussy. I was working it pretty good, a little writhing, a little moaning and Frank and Bobby were paying close attention. No one was saying a word. I'm not sure if Bobby was breathing. This went on for several minutes; I was rubbing, moaning, inserting and spreading. Frank and especially Bobby were mesmerized.

Apparently Jim had some experience with this type situation and he knew what I was attempting to do. I was controlling the action and Jim decided he would re-take control. It is very important when involved with multiples you identify and then remember who the lead dog is. I had gotten Bobby and Frank totally engrossed in what I was doing with myself and Jim was feeling less important. He was the host. This was his show. I may have brought the pussy with me, but he had provided it. This is a vital point to remember.

Suddenly he said, "Okay Baby Doll, great show. The game is about to come on, why don't you get us some beers and another glass of wine for yourself."

I slowly got up and walked into the kitchen. When you're the only one naked in the room every move is slowed down and slightly exaggerated. I could feel their eyes the whole way. I got the beers and another glass of wine and put them on the shelf on the window into the kitchen and walked around. I could see Bobby and Frank's faces, both of them were staring at my pussy. I was fluffed and as I walked out my butterfly's wings were slightly opening and closing with each step. I grabbed the beers and walked over and handed Jim his beer standing with my pussy directly in his line of sight, slightly below eye level. He took the beer, smiled at me and said thank you. I did the same with Bobby and he took his hand and ran it down my ass and the outside of my thigh. I smiled at him and turned to give Frank his beer. Frank took his hand and shoved it between my legs. He pulled me so that my pussy was within inches of his face.




The Game



His hand has digging in my folds, "That's one wet cunt you have there Baby Doll," he said. He tried to shove two fingers into me but only managed to get one in because of positioning. I was standing there, he had his hand in my folds and his finger in my vagina when he said, "She sure does have a tight little cunt, Jim!" He took a deep exaggerated breath and exclaimed, "I love the smell of pussy at game time!"

"She's young, small and tight, Frankie. I paid for her and, because I like you and Bobby, I paid for you guys to have her also. But you need to be a good boy. I'm going to have my fun first and then the two of you can have at it. Now pull your hand out that little girl's crotch, drink your beer and watch the game."

Frank didn't pull his hand away as much as I rose up and backed off of his finger. 

He made a big showing of sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking it, "God damn, that bitch has some good tasting pussy juice.'

Jim laughed, "You can taste her all you want, when it's time. Baby Doll, go sit over there on the love seat and drink your wine."

I sat on the love seat pissed as hell at Vince or whoever had gotten me into this situation. Apparently everyone but me knew what was going to happen. I had no idea how long I had been paid for; how long until Vince would return. I knew I wasn't here for the night; Vince would have had to tell me that. At least I hope he would have told me that. But was I here until 10:00, maybe midnight, longer? I had no way of knowing. I would feel much more comfortable if Vince would be here for this. Fucking Vince.

Jim I could tolerate, he wouldn't be easy, but I could deal with him. Bobby seemed like he was a nice guy. He'd be a pretty straight fuck or a blow job so he held little or no concern for me. Frank was an asshole. I knew before the night was out I would rue making his acquaintance.

Plus, I was freezing. My nipples were rock hard from the cold and the asshole already knew how wet my pussy was. He was arrogant enough to think I was excited for him. Jim was watching the game; Bobby was just looking at me with a little puppy dog expression. I thought to myself, "When the time comes he might cum in his pants before he ever gets his dick out." 

Frank was back and forth between watching the game and leering at me. I thought to mollify them and maybe buy some time I would give them a good view. I was sitting reclined on the love seat facing them. I had my left foot on the floor with my right foot on the cushion, my knee pulled up and resting against the back. I was spread fairly wide. As I drank my wine holding the glass with my left hand, my right hand playing with my pussy. I needed to keep them titillated. A good view of a well-shaved pussy can go a long way. In reality I was concerned; I had enough holes to keep them all satisfied, I was just hoping they would give me a chance to do my thing and not be impatient. I had my doubts about Frank. "Fucking Vince, a friend of a friend. Damn, I wish he was here to watch over me and make sure this went well."

After watching the game for a while, Jim had finished his beer. "Baby Doll, you finished with that wine?" asked Jim. When I replied yes he said, "Good, how about a blow job."

I simply smiled and replied, "My pleasure."

He walked over to me and I got up off of the love seat and sank to my knees. He began rubbing his crotch in my face through his sweatpants and after awhile motioned for me to turn them down. I slowly pulled them down past his dick so he was hanging free. He wasn't flaccid, but he was no where near fully engorged either, not like he had been before the guys had shown up. He was hanging out over his sac with a drop of pre-cum on the tip of his dick. I slowly licked that off as I slid his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them and moved closer to me his dick right in my face.

As soon as I licked the tip of his dick it had started to rise. He had a fairly decent erection but came fully hard as he rubbed his dick all over my face. He was dragging it across my eyes, along my cheek, he even stuck it up against my nostril saying, "Maybe I should fuck you in your nose, Baby Doll." I was simply on my knees with my face upturned and my lips slightly parted, rubbing the back of his thighs and his ass.

He was putting on a bit of a show for the boys. He positioned me so they would have a clear view of me sucking his dick or actually, based on what was about to happen, him fucking my face. He was hard but the anticipation of them watching made him even harder. I was thinking that maybe I could use that anticipation to my advantage and, just maybe, get him off quickly. Well, quickly is probably the wrong word. I didn't anticipate it being quick by any stretch of the imagination. I was simply hoping the time would not be as long and drawn out as his erection now was.

He placed the tip of his dick between my lips and as I went to bring him into my mouth he slammed forward. I immediately knew this was going to be a rough blow job and if I wanted to be able to talk tomorrow I needed to get him to cum. His dick was too big to be constantly slamming into my mouth without bruising my throat. He kept withdrawing his dick to the edge of my lips and then slamming it back in. I had worked on larger members but the way he was fucking my mouth he was going to end up bruising me, probably badly. I had experienced that a few times previously and, unless it's happened to you, you have no idea how much it can hurt to swallow, even days later. I kept trying to use my hands to either grab hold of his cock and take up some of the shaft he was slamming into me or, to stick a finger up his ass to work on his prostate. He would have none of it and kept slapping my hands away.

I could see Bobby and Frank; they both were on the edge of their seats watching this play out. He stopped slamming into me but now he was holding me down on his dick. I was impaled on Jim's dick, I couldn't push off and I was having trouble breathing. He filled my mouth and I could feel him pressed up against the back of my throat.

"That's a girl suck my cock. Suck it hard. Harder!"

He would release me, let me take a breath and then pull me back down filling my throat with his dick. I wasn't choking necessarily and I've pretty much overcome the gag reflex but my eyes were watering, it wasn't easy to breathe with his dick filling the back of my throat, and I had lost control of the situation. I used the only weapon I had left to me; I began to let him know I was enjoying it. 

"Mmmmmmm. So good. Again." I was barley able to get the words out between stuffings.

I've never met a client who didn't somehow project the feeling that his penis was that one penis on the planet that was wonderful and that I should be thankful that I was having the opportunity to share it. Jim was no different. There was no doubt in his mind that there was nothing I would rather be doing at this moment in time than sucking his dick.

As he pulled out of my mouth I took a deep breath and went back down on him on my own and started moaning. I took a gamble and used my teeth. It has been my experience that most men don't want teeth anywhere near their dicks; however, sometimes guys who enjoy rough blow jobs also enjoy a bit of teeth. Fortunately, this guy liked it. Suddenly, he was letting me control the motion. From my point of view I had him where I wanted him for right now; from his point of view he had his dick where he wanted it, at least for the time being.

I started coming down on his dick hard, not as hard as he had been slamming into me but harder than I really liked. But it was matter of self-preservation at this point. So I came down on his dick and then lightly drug my teeth back over his skin down to the end and then I would repeat it. A steady back and forth, stroking his shaft with my mouth, tongue, teeth and lips. I was making quite sure my teeth weren't any where near hurting him; but I wanted to make sure he could feel it. He was enjoying the teeth. From his reaction it seemed as if he felt there was another part of me in play. I could imagine him thinking he was getting a full value blow job. Another happy client.

I was sucking him as hard as I could as I did this and using my tongue and lips trying to make it as tight as I possibly could. I wanted to make a seal much like a vacuum pump and milk this guy. I needed him to cum; I still had two cowboys waiting for a ride.

Back and forth, dragging and sucking. I wanted to come off of him and nibble all around his shaft, from the tip to the base. It seemed to me that he would really enjoy that since he was responding so well to my teeth. But he still had my hands, so this was going to be all mouth. It was taking a while and when I glanced to my right, at the other two, I almost fell off the pace. I made eye contact with Frank; he was on the edge of the couch, stroking himself through his pants, leering at me. I swear I could see drool. Bobby was sitting back a bit more and I could see his erection in his pants. He was enjoying the floor show. I'm not sure anyone was paying any attention to the game. I felt momentarily relieved and glad that I had looked. Now there would be no surprises. I knew I was going right from this guy to the other two, but at least they wouldn't be jumping in right now, they were waiting for Jim to give the word. I could still see the humor in it. "Maybe I'm not going to need all three of those holes at once after all."

I put all my concentration into sucking his dick and I could feel the pressure building. His dick started to quiver and I was still going down hard on his full shaft and then pulling back, sucking and dragging as hard as I could. Jim was moaning loudly and he got real stiff, I could sense his whole body was tensing.

Suddenly he bent backwards just a bit and pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"Ahh! God damn. I'm cumming!" he cried as he rapidly stroked his dick.

He let out another loud cry of pleasure and began spurting cum all over my face and tits still stroking his dick. I closed my eyes, I hate cum in my eyes. The one negative about cum is how it burns your eyes. I could feel the hot gobs of cum landing on my face and tits. 

When I looked again he was standing over me squeezing the last of the cum out of his dick. I tilted my head up and licked what was coming out of his dick and then sucked the last of it out. I moved my head up and took every bit of his shaft into my mouth and clamped down hard on it. Using my tongue I slowly backed off of his dick, pushing it as hard as I could against the roof of my mouth trying to squeeze every bit of cum out of him. He was just flaccid enough that I was able to get a fairly good squeeze on him. As I came to the end of his dick, I locked my lips around the ridge on the head and pulled my head back a bit. His dick stretched out and when I left go it sprang back, bouncing, He was still partially engorged and he moaned as his dick bounced. 

I heard from Frankie the asshole then who said, "Eat his cum bitch."

"Oh yeah. Yummy!"

I didn't want an argument so I started scooping the gobs of cum up with my fingers and sucking them clean. I put on a show of really enjoying the cum. I smiled at Frank, a big cum-laden smile; if he found this titillating it would work in my favor, I was trying anything and everything to get him hot so he would pop quickly. He was in the on-deck circle and moving to the batters box and I was pretty sure he wanted to impress upon me his prowess as a cocksman.

Jim just sat back for a few minutes to recover and enjoy the moment while the boys watched me eat cum off of myself. Jim stood back up, took my hand, helped me stand up and then walked me into the bathroom. He wet a cloth and handed it to me saying, "Clean yourself up a bit, you can dry off with that towel. When you're done come on back out, I'm sure Frankie and Bobby are going to want to fuck you," he chuckled as he said that and then walked out of the bathroom.

I wiped the rest of the cum off of my chest and washed my face, drying myself with the towel. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair a bit and thought to myself, "Where to fuck is Vince, I could use a little more of that coke right now, friend of a friend. Fucking Vince."

I walked back into the room and Jim was drinking a beer. "Okay boys, it's halftime. Enjoy."

As I emerged into the living room from the hallway I smiled and said, "Yea, its party time. Who wants to go first?" 

I was hoping to be able to take them one at time. I thought maybe the allure of watching his friend fuck me would be enough to entice one of them to wait and let the other go first. I didn't think Frank would wait, he seemed to have trouble waiting for Jim to finish; I was hoping Bobby had a bit more patience.

Jim was sitting on the recliner with his beer; the other two were awkwardly standing on the other side of him, toward the kitchen. Both of them had erections pushing against their trousers. I had my 'I've been waiting my whole life for this moment' smile on but I was beginning to suspect strongly neither one of them was going to want to wait.

I stopped about four feet from them; I knew I had to take care of these two before Jim was ready to go again. If I didn't, I was going to be fully occupied hole-wise. I reached for my pussy with my left hand and started tweaking my nipples with my right. I tilted my head a bit looking back and forth between the two of them and asked, "Are we ready?"

Neither of them said anything, they were just watching me play with myself, fingering my pussy, sucking my finger and squeezing my tits. It was the first time Frank had kept his mouth shut all night. I figured Bobby was the one I would be able to control so I walked over to him and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt. I slowly raised it and, as I did so, he raised his arms. When his nipples were exposed I went down on his left one, sucking it hard. I then trailed my tongue across his chest to his right nipple and began sucking that. I then straightened up and pulled his shirt over his head. As I did so I pushed my chest into his. 

I felt more than saw Frank begin to move. I backed a way from Bobby pulling the shirt with me forcing him to bend at the waist to allow it to come off. I then slowly spun into Frank. He was wearing a button shirt so I started with his bottom button working up. When I finished with the buttons I pulled the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms a bit attempting to pin him as I took first his left and then his right nipple into my mouth. 

I finished pulling his shirt off and let it drop, I was standing in front of him and undid his belt and then lowered his zipper. I slowly brought his pants down over hips as I sank down with them. He was wearing boxers and his erection was pushing hard against the material, I grabbed it with my mouth as I pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them. I then turned and tried to do the same thing with Bobby but he was wearing briefs so instead of his erection pushing out like Frank's it was trapped against his abdomen by his shorts. 

I turned back to Frank, reached through the opening in his boxers and pulled his erection out. I drew him a bit closer to me as I turned back and yanked Bobby's underwear down and grabbed him. Now I had both of their dicks in my hands. I gently pulled on them and they willing came together. I was stroking and squeezing their dicks, they both had their eyes closed simply enjoying the feeling of their erections being handled. 

I decided now was the time to make my move and that I should start with Frank. I left go of Bobby and grabbed Frank's boxers with both hands and pulled them down and he stepped out. I turned slightly so I could do the same thing with Bobby. Now I had both guys standing naked, except for their socks, with their dicks pointing right at me. This was a situation I thought I could control.

From my knees I grabbed Bobby by his erection with my left hand and scooted a bit closer to Frank bringing Bobby with me. I grabbed Frank with my right hand and pulled him in tight to Bobby. We now made a triangle; Bobby's dick, Frank's dick and my mouth. 

"It's looking damn good boys," chimed in Jim.

"It feels good, Jim, it feels real good. So damn good," responded Frank in a hoarse whisper.

Bobby wasn't saying anything. He was just standing there, head tilted back, swaying to my motion.

I slid down on Frank's dick while holding Bobby's and then went down on Bobby's while holding Frank's. I then got both of them by their sacs and I was teasing their balls while I moved my head back and forth from dick to dick. I was working those shafts as best I could with my lips and tongue while sucking the whole time I was withdrawing my head. 

This went on for a few minutes. As I pulled on their shafts with my mouth they would squirm a bit and there were a few moans but they hadn't really said anything. I was a bit surprised, especially by Frank's silence and absence of any attempt by him to take control. I think they were both just a bit shocked that I had gotten hold of them and pulled them together, and now I had them by their sacs and was going back and forth between dicks just licking and sucking a bit on the head and then bringing the whole shaft into my mouth and slowly withdrawing and then back to the other one. I enjoy this, a lot actually, but I knew it wouldn't last too long. I was reaching through their legs and running my fingers down the cracks of their asses and then grabbing and stretching their balls, all the while going from dick to dick with my mouth.

It took a little bit of time but both of them overcame the awkwardness of being naked and close proximity to each other. They were essentially dick to dick. As he became more relaxed Bobby put his hand on my shoulder; I think primarily to steady himself. He began to moan very lowly, still swaying slightly with my motion. I think he might have stayed like that all night but Frank had other ideas.

I was languidly moving from Bobby to Frank and back to Bobby. I was simply sucking their dicks, stretching their sacs and massaging their balls and on occasion going behind their balls and applying pressure. 

"Bobby, how do you want to do this?" gasped Frank.

I listened closely because the answer was going to determine my immediate future. I knew the two of them would not be able to coordinate fucking me simultaneously; maybe if Jim was one of the ones fucking, but not these two together. They wouldn't be able to establish the rhythm necessary to do it successfully without tearing me up. I knew I was doing them both; best case for me at this point was to give one of them a blow job while the other one fucked me. I was hoping Bobby would opt for the blow job and I was doing my best to swing his decision that way.

I was sucking hard on Bobby's dick right at that moment and he didn't answer. I swung over to Frank's and Bobby said, "I don't know, what do you think? This feels so fucking good."

I switched back to Bobby and Frank said, "I want to fuck her. Come on bitch." He stood me up and said, "Bobby, go sit on the couch. She can suck your cock while I fuck her."

I had my best case scenario. Now I just had to do my thing.

Jim moved the recliner so he could get a good view of the action on the couch and still keep tabs on the game. He called out, "Work her good fellows, and make sure I get my money's worth."

"Fucking friend of a friend!" I thought to myself, "You'll get your fucking money's worth."

Frank led me over to Bobby on the couch, picked me up and placed me right in front of him. Bobby was sitting on the edge with his legs spread, his balls hanging over the edge of the cushion, his dick pointing right at me. I smiled, it was a good look for Bobby and I could tell by looking at him I had him. Frank was the wild card.




The Game



Frank kicked my feet apart, spreading me wide and bent me over at the waist. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided my mouth onto Bobby's dick. I braced myself with my hands on either side of Bobby's hips and started moving up and down on his shaft and sucking hard. Bobby leaned back pushing his pelvis forward. Bobby and I started working as a team.

Behind me Frank was running his hands over my sides and my ass, and then I felt his dick running up and down the crack of my ass. He was leaving a wet trail and was sliding smoothly on my skin. He pushed my cheeks apart and slid the tip of his dick into the crack of my ass sliding it from the top of the cleavage down to my anus. 

I was sucking Bobby and at the same time wondering if he was going to go in my ass. Just in case, I was trying to relax my sphincter as much as possible but with everything that was going on conditions weren't ideal for a relaxed anus.

Then I felt the tip of his dick pushing its way into the neck of my vagina. I was immediately relieved, this was much better for me than the other. Frank yelled, "Here we go bitch!" and he pushed into me as he lifted me off of the floor.

As I came up off of the floor my weight shifted forward and suddenly Bobby's dick was in my mouth and as far down my throat as it could go.

"Damn boys," laughed Jim, "she looks like a pig on a barbecue spit."

I'm not sure what I looked like but I knew what I felt like. I was impaled on both ends and I needed to get some relief and get my head backed off of Bobby's dick. Frank helped me with this and I'm sure it was purely unintentional. He would drive forward into me driving me down on Bobby's dick, then he would pull back getting ready to drive forward again. As he pulled back I reestablished position with my hands and pulled my head off of Bobby's dick. Then when Frank drove forward I would go back down on Bobby.

"Fuck me, bitch. Come on, fuck me hard!" cried out Frank.

We established a nice rhythm of push and pull. It was working for me. It seemed to be working for Frank; he was setting the pace and keeping it nice and even. Bobby was getting cheated because I was unable to get to his balls or ass; I was simply running my mouth up and down his shaft. He didn't seem to care; seemed as if he was just happy to have his dick in my mouth.

We went on like this for a little while; I was doing all I could for Bobby, trying to get him off. There wasn't a whole lot I could do for what was going on behind me. I had no control there. I was just glad my ass wasn't in play at the moment.

"Ahhhhhh! I'm fucking cumming!"

Suddenly Bobby got all stiff and started shooting cum. He caught me completely by surprise. I usually have a good sense of when someone is building toward a climax or at least when they are about to cum. With Bobby, I was suddenly swallowing gobs of hot cum. He was moaning and I was gulping; Frank started pushing faster and harder. It was all I could do to keep Bobby in my mouth. Having seen Bobby get off had gotten Frank very excited.

Bobby simply collapsed backward, he looked spent. With Bobby now done, Frank said, "All right, here we go." He picked me up and Bobby's dick popped out of my mouth. Frank had me up on his lap – it was almost as if he was sitting on an invisible chair – and I was looking straight ahead still firmly impaled on his dick.

I'll say this for Frank, he may have been an asshole but he was strong and he had stamina. Instead of him driving into me, now he was lifting me up a few inches and then dropping me back down on his dick. Once again he established a nice rhythm and I was, in effect, bouncing on his dick. I'll tell you right now, I'm glad he wasn't any bigger than he was.

"I want you to remember me cunt! I want you to remember this night! Frank whispered into my ear.

I purred back, "Fuck me baby. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!"

As he bounced me I reached down and grabbed his balls and started squeezing them in the same rhythm he had established. He was working hard and I wasn't sure what would happen first: would he cum or would he physically give out? 

He came. Loudly and ferociously. He shot several full explosions of cum into me. He kept pumping in and out, my bottom felt as if there was cum everywhere. We both were sweating. I was the one with the cum dripping out of me. 

Frank let go of me and I went to my knees. Bobby was collapsed on the couch, right in front of me and I moved up against him and laid my head down on his thigh. I was still kneeling on the floor but I felt somewhat comfortable. He put his arm around me, kissed me on the forehead and began idly playing with my hair.

I didn't see Frank but heard him collapse on the other end of the couch. I knew he had to be at least momentarily exhausted; he had worked hard. So far so good, if everyone would just relax and watch the game for awhile I would get a break and then we would see what would come next. I couldn't wait. Fucking Vince.

"Who wants a blowjob? Bobby? Frankie?" It had been twenty or thirty minutes of calm but apparently the break was over. Seems as if the game wasn't enough to keep his interest and Jim was ready to get moving. 

"Baby Doll, why don't you just take care of Bobby since you're already right there?"

I looked up at Bobby and smiled, "Sure." 

I thought I could get him fairly quickly and then see what was in store for me with the other two. What's that old axiom: 'Nice guys finish last.' It seemed to be true tonight. Part of me felt bad but a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

I took my left hand and lifted his now deflated dick. He wasn't completely flaccid; I suppose there was a certain amount of residual excitement with me laying my head on his thigh. As soon as I lifted his dick I felt some stirrings. I looked down and could see he was coming back to life.

I slipped off of his legs and got between them, popping his dick into my mouth. A few good sucks and he was throbbing. This was going to be easy, he was already beginning to ooze a bit of pre-cum and I decided to simply finish him off. I wasn't even going to need to use his prostate.

I pulled hard on him with my mouth and cupped and squeezed his balls. Bobby had gone rigid and I could feel his legs sticking straight off of the couch on either side of me. The two of us were on the receiving end of a lot of banter from the others, but I'm not sure Bobby could even hear them.

I held his dick up against his abdomen and started licking his balls. I pulled each orb into my mouth one at a time, allowing them to pop back out. Every time I pulled one of his balls into my mouth he would moan, progressively louder.

When I did that I could hear Frank say to Jim, "Look at her suck his balls!" 

That gave me an idea of how I might be able to get Bobby to finish and, at the same time, bring Frank to the edge where maybe he would cum quickly for me. I knew Bobby was going to like what I was about to do and if Frank liked watching ball-licking he was going to love this. 

I pulled Bobby's sac up as high as it would go and ever so slowly ran my tongue down his balls and over his skin to the rim of his asshole, making sure the whole way I wasn't blocking Frank's view. I did this several times. Bobby was squirming on the couch and his dick was throbbing in my hands. I was able to establish a rhythm with him; he would throb and I would squeeze. 

While my left hand was holding his dick and sac I took my other hand and slipped it under his ass. As I turned my head I caught a view of Frank watching and stroking his erection. This appeared to be working for me. 

I traced my tongue down his balls and to the edge of his asshole one more time. I used my hand that was under his ass and pulled his one cheek away from the other as best I could. Then I started flicking his asshole with my tongue. Bobby immediately started moaning and reacting with his hips.

He had a tightly puckered asshole and I began trying to wedge the tip of my tongue inside. I didn't have a whole lot of room to maneuver and I didn't want to take the time or risk what might happen if I tried to rearrange myself. I simply tried to shove my head up his ass, tongue first.

I could feel Frank and Jim watching me. I was hoping they would stay out and let me finish with Bobby, but I got the sense from the way they were acting that I needed to bring this to a close. They were talking and I could tell they were talking about what I was doing, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Bobby's ass was fairly well lubricated with my salvia. I backed my face out, slipped my finger in up to the knuckle and pushed against his prostate as hard as I could. As I did this I brought his dick toward me and drew it into my mouth sucking as hard as I could all the while pumping it with my left hand.

Bobby let out a loud ecstatic moan as his hips bucked and he exploded into my mouth. He was gushing cum and it was all I could do to gulp it down without losing any. Fortunately he wasn't in my mouth as far as he could go and I had some room for cum collection between swallows. But every time he shot I could feel it splashing on the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat. 

He spasmed several times in my mouth; I slowly pulled off of his dick and removed my finger from his ass. As the tip of my finger popped out his whole body shook. I slowly licked the end of his dick while squeezing it from the base out emptying him of all of his cum.

The room was quiet and all I could hear was the television. I turned to Frank and smiled, "Are you ready to go Frankie?"

He didn't say a word. He still had his erection in his hand and his eyes were as big as saucers. I glanced at Jim, I was wondering if he might be jumping in on this, but he just smiled at me and was shaking his head, chuckling to himself.

On my knees I moved towards Frank, "Well, how can I help you? Do you want anything special?"

"I want you to suck my cock the same way you just sucked Bobby's. And my ass, I want you to eat my ass!"

"Not a problem, Frankie," I smiled as I said it, "let me put you where I can really get at you."

I knew I had him. This wouldn't be too bad. It looked like Jim was going to stay on the sidelines to observe and Frank was ready to pop right now. This shouldn't be difficult or take overly long.

I pushed him back onto the couch and then reached behind him and guided him forward right to the edge. I asked him to pick his knees up, putting his heels on the edge of the cushion and to hold onto his ankles. By doing this I was able to get him spread open quite wide which would make it easier for me to access his ass and he would need to use his hands to keep his heels on the sofa. I wouldn't have to be concerned about him touching or grabbing at me. 

I lightly blew on his dick and it started to jerk spasmodically. I thought, "He really likes that." When I saw that reaction I knew the end was in sight. I slipped his dick into my mouth and slid up and down his shaft several times, burying his whole dick in my mouth. Then I held his dick up in the air like I had done Bobby's and started licking and nibbling his sac. 

He was barely holding on. He had watched me do Bobby and it had brought him right to the edge. I licked his balls and licked back right to the rim of his asshole. I could feel his dick throbbing in my hand and as I was licking him and looking at his asshole I thought to myself, "The asshole's asshole. Fuck him."

I took my finger tip and pressed up against his hole with some light pressure. I felt him go tense and he let out two light moans. I pulled my head up, grabbed the base of his dick in my left hand and plunged. I plunged my mouth down on his dick and plunged my finger into his unlubricated asshole. 

"Jesus Christ!"

He jumped and then started squirming. He was thrusting his pelvis almost bucking. He loved it. He only lasted a matter of seconds until I was sucking the cum out of his dick much like I had done with Bobby's. He spurted violently several times and then the spurts started to slow and became more widely spaced. I pulled my finger back a bit and then shoved it in as far as I could get it to go, pushing down and riding over his prostate. At the same time I squeezed his dick and sucked as hard as I could. I was rewarded with a final stream of cum that cleared his tubes and left him drip free and I was done with Frank. 

"God damn, thank you! That was a good blow job!"

I left his dick fall out of my mouth, removed my finger and laid back on the floor. I was tired. My jaw muscles were sore from so much sucking, my throat hurt a bit from earlier and, if I wasn't a lady, I could have let go with a pretty good cum burp. 

I glanced up; the two boys were hanging flaccid and spent. Jim was looking at me. He motioned for me to spin just a bit so I shifted on the floor, brought my knees up and spread my legs. He wanted to look at my pussy for awhile. I was good with that. I just wanted a little rest. I suspected the evening wasn't over yet.

Everyone was laying back, once again in recovery mode. Except for Jim, I could sense he was beginning to get antsy. After a few minutes Jim stood up and said to me, "Come with me."

He walked me into the bathroom, provided me with a towel, and told me I could use anything I could find and that I should take a shower and clean myself up. He then walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

I turned the shower on full hot and used the toilet to pee. I then climbed in the shower. I backed the hot water down a bit but I had it as hot as I could stand it. I stood under the spray for maybe ten minutes, just letting the water wash over me. I was very tired the adrenaline rush from being scared had worn off, as had the benefits provided by the coke and wine. I wasn't as frightened as I had been when I first realized there were going to be invitees but I still had no idea in which direction the rest of the evening was about to head.

I lathered up and washed off. My outside was cum-free and my skin was pink from the hot water. I was feeling a little bit better as I checked myself out as best I could. I was sore but I really wasn't bruised anywhere I could see, except maybe my throat, on the inside. However, if it didn't show, it didn't matter; I knew Vince would be checking me out for marks. There was a surcharge if the goods got damaged. Vince's job was to protect the goods first; however, if there was damage, prearranged or not, he collected the surcharge.

I got out of the shower and dried off. I used Jim's hair dryer and my fingers to fix my hair as well as I could. He had a brush and comb on the sink but I wasn't using them. I gargled with some Scope and looked in the mirror. I was as good as I was going to get in here on this night. I opened the door and walked back out into the rest of my evening.

As I turned the corner all three of them were watching the game drinking beers. Frank and Bobby were on the couch and Jim was in the recliner. They had gotten dressed, even Jim had slipped his sweatpants back on. Once again I was the only one naked in the room. I wasn't quite sure what this meant, I was hoping it was an indication that the party was over for Frank and Bobby. I strongly suspected Jim was simply being shy and I was still listed on his dance card.

All three of them looked up as I turned the corner and I stopped, turned my left leg out and bending my knee slightly lifting my leg. I then spread my arms out from my sides a little bit, palms out, smiled and said, "All clean."

Jim simply said, "Get yourself another glass of wine and sit on the loveseat. The game will be over shortly."

I slowly walked in front them on my way to the kitchen. As I walked by Frank he held his leg in front of me. When I stopped he pulled his leg back and bent forward with his head in front of me, his face about three inches from my pussy and he grabbed my ass with his right hand. He took a several deep breaths and said, "I love the smell of a well-fucked pussy." He then sat back, dragging his hand across my ass and the back of my thigh as he did so.

I smiled and Jim laughed. "Yeah Frankie, you sure did give Baby Doll a good fucking. How 'bout that Baby Doll, is our boy Frankie a good fuck."

I was moving toward the kitchen again but I stopped and turned facing them. "Oh yeah, he has a great cock, it felt great. All three of you have great cocks. I'll remember this night for a long time. I had fun; I'm going to miss you guys."

"No need to be sad yet Baby Doll, there is always a post-game show," Jim said smiling.

Shit, I guess it was too much to hope for that I would be done and they were spent. 

"I was hoping you would say that," I said as I turned and headed for the kitchen.

I got my wine, came back out and sat in the love seat. I simply sat there drinking my wine with my legs spread in case someone wanted took look, biding my time and waiting to see just exactly what the post-game show was going to entail. Where to fuck was Vince. What time was he going to show up? I didn't know shit.

I was going through all of the possible scenarios I could see in my head. Jim had paid for me and for that he had gotten a good private showing, a blow job in front of his friends and he had watched me take care of his friends. It seemed to me he would want to fuck me. 

The asshole Frank had gotten a blow job and fucked me. He had cum twice very nicely and might be good. I'm sure he would be willing to go again, but what Jim thought was the question.

Bobby had received two blow jobs. Was he going to want to fuck me? Was Jim going to want him to fuck me?

Everything kept coming back to Jim. It has been my experience that, with the exception of the mouth, men don't like to follow other men into cavities when there is an option available. Frank had been in my pussy; I'm thinking Jim is going to want my ass. The only question was whether he wanted to share me again or not. Everyone was dressed; I wasn't sure what that meant. I was hoping it meant Frank and Bobby were done. Maybe Jim was planning on fucking me with the boys as an audience. Maybe that was turning him on.

I wasn't sure but it sounded like the game was in its final moments. I would know soon enough. Let's finish this wine.

Jim stood up, "All right, good game. Good time!"

"Oh, yeah!" said Bobby.

"Damn straight!" said Frank. "Are we taking another turn on the bitch?"

"No Frank, the game is over, Baby Doll helped us enjoy the game and now it's time for you and Bobby to leave. Baby Doll, grab the empties and put them in the trash for me, please."

"God damn the life is glamorous, after fucking and sucking you get to clean up. Does it get any better than this?" I thought to myself. 

Actually what I had just heard Jim say was music to my ears. Bobby would not present a problem but, could he get Frank out of the house without there being a problem. What was stronger, Jim's position as lead dog or the allure of my pussy to that asshole. We'd find out.

I walked over and got Jim's empty, then Bobby handed me his. When I reached for Frank' he took my hand and pulled me into him spinning me so my back was against him. He had his arms wrapped around me and he was squeezing my tits. He whispered loudly into my ear, "Did you get enough to remember me by bitch or does your cunt need some more?"

I smiled and said to him, "You're fantastic, I'll remember you."

"Let her go Frank. Give her your empty and leave her the fuck alone," Jim sounded irritated.

Frank seemed to recognize this and immediately let me go and stepped back. I turned to face him, winked at him and got his empty. All the way to the kitchen I was wiggling my ass at him thinking asshole with each step.

While I was in the kitchen I could hear Bobby and Frank expressing their undying friendship to Jim and thanking him profusely. As I came back into the room they were at the head of the stairs. Jim said, "Say good night to the fellows Baby Doll."




The Game



The lights were off, my radio was playing, and the house was silent except for our whispers and giggles as we sat under out blanket fort, a lone flashlight cutting through the dark. Ali had been my friend since before I could remember. About 5 foot 5 inches, with shoulder length blonde hair and eyes a lovely shade of green, she had been the hottest girl in our school. I was 5 foot 6 inches, with dark chocolate brown hair that just barely reached the bottoms of my ears, and muddy green eyes. I had been the overshadowed friend, but I didn't mind. I was just lucky to have her as a friend.

The sleepover was in celebration of our graduation, which had gone on mere hours before, and we were ecstatic. In less than a week, we would be off to college, sharing a dorm, and our freshman college experiences together. I giggled as Ali tried to balance a gummie bear on her nose, and clapped lightly when she got it to her mouth. She giggled and thrust the bag at me.

"Your turn!" She said, and I shook my head. "Aw, come on Lijah!" I shook my head again.

"No! I don't wanna spill gummie bears all over my bed!" I said as I just grabbed a handful and stuffed it in my mouth. She shook her head, ate a few, then giggled again.

"So I was talking to Belle the other day, and she was telling me about this game that is supposed to make you a good french kisser." Insert sexual wink. I just laughed and threw my sheet off of us, turning off the flashlight and placing it on my bedside table. The light streaming in from my skylight created enough light for us.

"Oh really? I'm kinda curious!" I said, taking a sip of my peach soda and munching on another bear. Ali smiled.

"Okay. You take like a mint or small candy or something and put it in your mouth. Then, your 'partner' uses his or her tongue to try and get it into their mouth!" She seemed excited about the game, and I laughed.

"I can't tell if that's hot or disgusting!" I said. She shrugged.

"I know how to french, but it just seems like fun. You know how to french, right?" she asked. I blushed and busied myself by stuffing too many bears in my mouth. Ali gasped.

"You've never frenched?!" she silently screeched, shocked. I shook my head, as my mouth was still occupied. She tsk-ed. "Well, we are gonna have to fix that." I swallowed and almost choked.

"Ali, I'm not gonna sit here and make out with my best friend!"

"Why not? It won't change anything. Hell, we've showered together!" she exclaimed. I searched for a reason not to.

"Well, we don't have anything to use!"

Ali lifted the bag of gummies. Damn my affinity for the sweet candy. I knew I wouldn't win this argument, so I just sighed.

"Fucking fiiinnneee. I'll let you rape my mouth," I said. She giggled and moved closer, sitting directly from me, criss-cross applesauce.

"It's no big deal, Lijah. I'll even go first, okay? Put the bear in your mouth," she said. I took a bear and put it in my mouth, trying not to chew. Ali began to lean forward slowly, then stopped and frowned. I swallowed the gummie.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't reach you. Here, open your legs," she said. 

I did so, and she came over and put my leg over her thighs, one on either side of her, so that she was much closer. I could have embraced her if I wanted. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, and she smiled.

"Better. Now, get another gummie," she said, and I plopped another candy in my mouth. Without hesitation, without another second thought, Ali leaned forward and placed her lips on mine. 

My lips parted as her tongue darted in, and I almost moaned at the strange yet erotic feeling. Ali grasped the gummie bear easily, and drug it into her mouth before pulling back and smiling as she chewed. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

"Wow, you're a good kisser Lijah. Just need a little practice!" She placed a gummie on her tongue and waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively. I took a deep breath and leaned forward.

My lips wrapped around hers, and my tongue darted in as hers had done. I searched for the bear, but soon got too engrossed in exploring her mouth. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I could feel her moan so quietly into my mouth. I found the bear and pulled it into my mouth, before pulling away and swallowing the sweetness and the taste of Ali's mouth. I blushed as she smiled at me.

"You're a natural! Damn, girl!" I giggled and blushed harder. Then Ali said something that surprised me. "Now, without the candy!" I looked at her wide-eyed, but didn't have time to protest as her lips closed around mine.

I couldn't help it. I moaned into her mouth as she assaulted me with her tongue. My arms came to her waist, pulling her closer. She didn't pull away like I was afraid she would. She came closer, straining her body against mine, and tilting her head to deepen the kiss. My pussy, clad only in shorts and no panties, rubbed against hers accidentally, but felt so wonderful. We gasps, both of us aroused, and began to thrust against each other over and over, kissing harder, faster, slurping and moaning. Her hands came to my front and pinched my nipples through my tank top, and I lost it.

I squirted all over my shorts as I came, Ali's mouth swallowing my scream as I experienced my first orgasm. The feeling of my wetness was too much for her, and I could feel her grip tighten and her body shake, a little less than mine was, as she came. We held each other tightly, faces buried in each others shoulders now, as we came down from our highs. I blushed and pulled back, almost unable to look at her. But she just smiled.

"Like I said; a natural."



The Game



This was the game. She knew that this was the moment they both looked forward to. His left hand on her neck pressing down and holding her in place. Crouched there on the edge of the bed, face forced into the mattress, legs folded under her, hands and arms stretched out in front of her. Her pussy aching to be touched. 

The thin trickle of lube slipped down the cleft of her arse and a little crept its chill, slick way into her arsehole. Involuntarily she felt herself flutter there. Her boyfriend, poised over her, gave a shudder of held-in pleasure. His balls, she knew, would suddenly feel that bit heavier, their weight of spunk churning. 

There would be no more lube. She knew that. This was their game. That fleeting touch of slickness was all she wanted. 

This game was the one she alone could initiate. The need to be taken like this crept over her slowly and every once in a while he got a one word text that read 'shivering'. That made him hard wherever he was. In a meeting. At the football match. On a busy commuter train. His mouth would dry and his balls would feel like cold weights loaded with shot. He would reply with a time that he expected to be home. 

She would be waiting. Not downstairs like usual with the TV on, curled on the sofa. But upstairs in this position; the room stinking of her sex. The toys discarded across the bed as she crouched there, sopping wet and shivering with anticipation. She would not look up. There would be no smile of welcome. Her hands would stretch out and her arse; so delicate, so supple, so beautifully full and round, would present itself. 

Sometimes, he knew, she sneaked a look at him as he dropped his clothes to the floor. He didn't mind. It wasn't that sort of game after all. 

She watched as he went to the toy box and recovered the lube bottle and the condoms. Watched out of the corner of her eye as he rolled one of the blunt ended sheaths over his pulsing cock (so very hard) and walked to her. 

With one hand on her neck he squeezed out the one bead of silicone slipperiness she allowed herself for this from the pump dispenser bottle. Watched as it rolled down the cleft between her cheeks and moistened, no, kissed, her exposed, vulnerable ring. 

The first time they'd played with this lube, her milking his cock, she'd used too much and he'd kept slipping away from her grasp. The session had lasted for what seemed like hours; them laughing as her hands flew across his cock unable to get a purchase; almost unable to get him off. His balls, also coated in a film of persistent slipperiness, had boiled by the time he came. The ache spent in a triumphant release that seemed to last an age. 

Whether that was the moment when she decided a little went a long way, he couldn't say but soon after the rules of this game were explained to him in an email he still kept. An email that fuelled fantasies that sustained him through the nights spent in cheap hotels near motorway junctions. 

She ached kneeling there. The ache hadn't been assuaged by the toys or the orgasms that she'd wrung from herself. She'd brought this on herself because she wanted it. His hand left her neck and her breath caught in her throat. He moved more squarely behind her, the better to enter her. To take her. 

It was freely given but in this hard moment she felt truly taken. The blunt end of his cock wrapped in the condom nudged her. The modern material wasn't quite so warm as latex. It made him feel like a living rod of glass, a piece of statuary come to life, his marble prick ready to force her into obedience. 

As his left hand slipped from her neck it ran down the line of the spine feeling the tension of her muscles. A little shiver made her hole twitch. She felt him use the flat of his palm to pull her cheeks that bit further apart. Stretching and opening her a little more. His right hand, she knew, was gripping his hard cockflesh. Trapping a little more stiffness inside. 

Her self control always surprised and delighted him. A touch down her back normally brought her laughing and shivering to him but not in these moments. Her need held her poised and so he aimed his almost painfully turgid prick and began to lean into her, splaying her arsehole. Spearing it. She was tight. Almost impossibly tight. 

Anal wasn't a regular thing. She was no porn star who could flex and wink her hole and deal with any cock she liked. This was her trial and her game. He'd suggested a buttplug but she'd turned him down. His hard flesh was all she wanted and only when she sent that text. Only when the need crept over her. 

The first centimetre of his glans found room for itself. Her breath shuddered out of her and a moment of relaxation allowed him to force a little more of his aching flesh into her. 

His balls were high and hard and tight. He'd come in her only last night but the game made it feel like he had a month of unshot spunk dragging his stones down. 

This was the most desperate moment for her. The sudden dragging pain of his cock forcing itself inside sometimes made her wince and tighten, quite the worst thing. His right hand was on her bum. She felt him tense and then he smacked her purposefully on the backside. It stung and her muscles jumped. As they jumped her hole flinched open and more of his hot prick ran into her. For the first time she gasped loud enough to hear. 

His cock pulsed as he twitched the muscles at its base. He'd smacked her hard enough to make his hand sting but the flash of pain had momentarily slacked the ring of muscle that held him. The angry red of the clearly defined handprint shone up at him from her delicate flesh. It was a mark that needed to be balanced. 

She knew that, crouched there. She pictured his left hand leaving her flank and then descending to make contact. Could she hear a whistle as he sped his outstreached fingers into contact with the pale flesh? Perhaps. Whatever the truth she flinched hard as he made contact and another handprint blossomed across her taut skin. 

There was a moment of stillness before the nerve ends caught fire, tingling beneath the surface of the skin and in that overwhelming moment he'd forced more of his cock into her arse. 

She could feel the skin around her hole dragging itself back up his shaft after being buckled inwards by that stolen quarter stroke. How much was left? On any other night she'd slip a hand back to grasp the bottom of his cock and feel for herself. But that wasn't allowed tonight. 

With a start she realised that she'd been holding her breath and let it out with a shuddering gasp. As it escaped her he gave her the last couple of inches of cock. His hip bones met her backside and she could suddenly feel his balls in their shaved bag of skin press against her cunt. 

The hot dry heat of her arse contrasted with the warm wetness annointing his balls. Once or twice the tension of those final inches had felt unsurpassable. The friction almost unbearable even through the shiny, glossy material of the condom. He couldn't stay like that, buried in her, his balls ached with the need to discharge his load into her. Gripping her hips he used his palms to pull her buttocks apart a little and started to drag his cock out of her.

She shuddered as he slowly pulled his length out of her until the ridge behind his bloated cockhead caught on the inner ring of her arsehole. She imagined it making the flesh bulge around his shaft until he paused for an instant and then leaned into her again driving his stiff flesh back into her. For a moment all there was in the world was the sensation of that cock sliding into her and her hardened, aching nipples rubbing on the rough cotton sheet.

On the third stroke, when they were fully joined she widened and flattened her stance; pushing her knees apart as one of her hands disappeared between her legs. He waited until he felt her start to play with herself, the soft wet noises reminding him of the pussy he wouldn't be allowed to enjoy tonight. With a grunt he went back faster than he had before and she moaned underneath him. This time there was no pause at the top of the stroke. He reversed direction and plunged his cock back into her. She rocked forward as he bottomed out and groaned as he immediately began the cycle again.

The change in tempo made her work frantically at her clit, rubbing and pressing at herself. The feel of him changed from a series of single moments she could concentrate on; the moment her tight hole first buckled under his pressure, the sensation as his mushroom-like glans spread her wide, the first inches of his invasion, his hips on hers for the first time, the skin of his scrotum as he pressed the last inch into her, to one long 'now' of penetration. All there was was the sliding of his cock past her ring. All there was was the knowledge that he wanted to empty himself inside her and that she wanted to cum as he did it.

Sometimes fucking is like an art, sometimes like a science. Trying to gauge when the person under you wants her nipples bitten or her bottom smacked, trying maximise your joined pleasure. And sometimes she sends a text asking for her almost dry arse to be fucked and then lies there as you take your pleasure from her.

The groaning had stopped. As he thrust in and out she panted 'Oh!' into the mattress, hiding her face from him as he rocked her body back and forth. His balls became impossibly tight. The need to spend his seed was suddenly overwhelming and as he pushed his flaring cockhead into her for the last time he shot his load into the glassy jacket of the condom all the way down. The tension melted out of him as he crashed his hips against her buttocks and folded over her back, the last spurts of cum jumping out of him.

There was no other sensation like it for her. It was as if his cock tried to burst inside her. His whole body seemed to swell behind her and then empty itself through that flaring piece of iron-hard flesh. As he came inside her and fell against her back her orgasm arrived. She yelped into the mattress and felt sudden tears of relief spring from her eyes. 

He roused himself from her and pulled his shrinking flesh out of her hole. She still crouched on the bed edge but now she had a slightly flattened look about her. The orgasm she'd given herself still had her flesh quaking and, for an instant, he toyed with the idea of using his belt on her before putting the idea aside. That was an activity for a different day.



The Game



The Game

My mother and I play this little game. It involves the fly of my boxer shorts and her looking at my dick. The way it works is this...

Generally when I am visiting her house, when or she is visiting mine, she and I are the first two people in the house awake. My habit has always been to make coffee in the kitchen before actually getting dressed, thus I am generally standing around in my boxer shorts waiting for the coffee, then drinking the coffee. My mother is usually still in her nightgown and is making tea. Generally we make small talk and get our caffeine on. 

This was our normal innocuous routine until one weekend I noticed she seemed to be looking down quite a bit while we talked. A few minutes later she left the kitchen to retrieve the newspaper, and, as I opened the fridge to get some cream for my coffee, I felt a cold rush of air on the head of my cock. Low and behold my dick had been hanging out of my boxer shorts the whole time and my mother had been looking right at it! 

Now began the dilemma. Do I tuck it back in where it belongs or do I leave it out? Was she actually looking at my cock? Do I like her looking at my cock? Did she like looking at it, or was she just too embarrassed to say something? Well, I figured there was one way to find out. I tucked it back away, but left a nice gap in the fly of the boxers. This way it was not hanging out, but could be seen with a little effort. Next I positioned my self in the kitchen in such a way that she would have to be on my right to look into the gap of my shorts and see my cock head but from my left side all was hidden; the choice would be hers. 

"I got the paper," she said as she cam back into the kitchen. "Don't know if there is anything interesting in it." 

"Probably not," I said, but I'll read it later anyway. 

I noticed that as she walked in the door her first glance had been at my crotch. This was confirmation that she had indeed been looking before. Now I would test the rest of my theory. I was leaning against the stove and she was in front of me by the sink. She could stay where she was and my shorts would reveal nothing. She could move to my left and again would see nothing. In fact her teacup was to my left. I had forgotten that. Would this skew my data? I needn't have worried. She passed up her tea and moved to my right. I looked slightly away (but could still see her in my peripheral vision) and sure enough she looked right at my crotch. I knew I had left a large enough gap in the fly that she could now see right the side of my dick and she didn't look away from it until I turned my head back in her direction. 

For the next 15 minutes we played our little game. We made small talk while she stole as many glances at my dick as she could. A few times she turned away to get something from a cabinet or the fridge. In these moments, I would give my cock a quick little shake to make sure it was of good size and still visible through the fly of my boxers. For a little while I let the head hang all the way out. She seemed to like that best and I caught her full on staring at it numerous times. 

Our little game ended, for this day, when my wife awoke and joined us in the kitchen. After a few minutes I retreated to the shower where I jacked off while thinking about the little game of peek-a-boo I had just played with my mother.

The Next Day

The next day was Sunday and I awoke as usual around first light. Generally my mother beat me up and this day was no exception. While I started the coffee pot I noticed the porch door open and I peeked outside. There she was sitting on the porch in her nightie. We exchanged good mornings as the coffee pot beeped in completion. 

"Grab a cup and come back out here," she said. "I want to show you something in the garden. 

I dutifully padded into the kitchen and made myself a large mug of coffee with cream and sugar. I also arranged my boxer shorts as I had the previous day. From the left they looked normal, but from the right side you could see the shaft and head of my penis. Grabbing my coffee I stepped confidently out on the porch with my right side to my mother. There could be no mistaking the fact that she looked right at my cock as I stepped out onto the porch in the bright morning light with my shorts gapping open. 

We made a few minutes of small talk -- she seated in a wicker porch chair, about eye level with the gap in my boxers as I stood on the porch stretching and sipping my coffee. I must admit this was a tremendous feeling -- freedom and power and caffeine surging through my veins. My cock had in fact become semi-erect by now and it was creating quite a tent that my mother pretended not to notice -- and yet I saw her notice. 

"So I wanted to ask you about some plants," she said quite suddenly, whereupon we padded out off the porch into the butterfly garden. 

The next few minutes are a bit of a blur. She asked me about some plants -- often while bending over directly in front of me -- my tented boxer shirts a few inches from her lovely ass. I answered as best I could while being more than a bit distracted. I know that I wiggled myself mostly out of the fly in my boxer shorts and that at one point my mother was kneeling in front of me to point out some plants, her face dangerously close to my now mostly exposed and throbbing cock. 

My wife who had now arisen from bed broke up the rhapsodic moment. 

"Are you guys out here? What are you doing?"

"Just looking at some plants in the butterfly garden," my mother replied quickly as I tucked myself back into my shorts and headed back toward the kitchen. 

Again I headed for the shower, inflamed by the game my mother and I had played, and again I masturbated furiously while reliving it in the shower.

It Continues

On a more recent visit, my mother asked me into the garage to look at her car mats. Once in the garage, she crossed to the other side of the car from me to demonstrate the problem she was having with the floor mats wrinkling. At least I think that's what she said. Once she bent over to demonstrate the problem, all I really remember was watching her lovely C cup tits sway back and forth. Her nightgown had gapped completely open and every time she tried to smooth out the mats her tits swung deliciously back and forth like pendulums. Unfortunately the garage was a bit dim, but I am certain I saw two large red nipples. I was speechless and undoubtedly aroused. 

Not wanting this little charade to end, I pointed out that she had some bugs on the front of the car.

"Do you have spray cleaner and paper towels? We should get those off before the eat through the paint." I said.

"I have some in here," she replied, going to the cabinet on the wall. "Um, I know they are in here," she added as she rummaged around in the bottom of the cabinet. "Can you hold the door open?"

I stepped up to hold the door and at the last minute wiggled my cock through the fly of my boxers. As my mother looked for the paper towels, by cock was now dangling a few inches from her face. In fact her hair brushed up against the head of it quite a few times as she made a rather long job of not finding the towels in question. Finally she stood up and backed away from the cabinet, brushing her ass against the exposed head of my cock as she did so. 

However, going inside to retrieve the paper towels we needed to clean the car seemed to have ended the fun... for now, but hopefully not forever.



The Game



James and Emma were a new couple, and they were in the phase of their relationship where they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Anytime they were together they would be all over each other, holding hands, hugging or even making out, often to the disgust of those around to witness it.

James and Emma also liked to play a game. What had started out as the innocent event of Emma's nipples standing hard and pointed under her shirt while they were out in public one day had set something off inside both of them. Despite the fact that nobody had noticed, the idea that somebody could have seen, drove Emma wild. And James loved to drive her wild. Now any chance they got, they would try and out do the previous dare. The game was on. 

At first it started out slow. While in an elevator going down with people, they would stand in the back behind everyone and subtly James would squeeze her arse. This would send Emma crazy. As people got out of the elevator, they stayed on. This time as the elevator went up, Emma grabbed James's crotch through his jeans. Nobody in the elevator in front of them had noticed.

They decided to take it further, they headed to the cinemas and bought tickets to a movie they knew wouldn't be too crowded. They found seats up the back, the closest people were three rows in front. As the lights dimmed and the trailers started James and Emma looked at each other, both of them sporting a wide grin. James was the first to act; sliding one of his hands quietly under Emma's shirt, caressing her stomach. Emma closed her eyes and breathed in and then slowly out. She was already loving this and was excited to see where it would lead. She placed both her arms on the arm rests on either side of her, keeping her eyes closed. James's hand slowly slid up from her stomach to under her bra. James grabbed the breast beneath the cup of the bra, massaging it in his hand to Emma's delight. He then started to tweak her nipple which caused her to stir slightly in her seat. 

He took this as a sign that he should investigate lower. Pulling his hand out from her shirt, he then slid his hand beneath Emma's jeans and under her underwear. Emma let out a quiet gasp as James's hand brushed over her Vagina. He could tell she was loving it, as her underwear was soaked in excitement. James removed his hand from her jeans, kissed her on the cheek and faced the screen with a big grin on his face. Emma realized it was her turn. While everyone in the Cinema was paying attention to what was happening on the screen in front of them, Emma got out of her seat and on her knees in front of James. Looking up at him with both hands behind her back, a few seconds later she was pulling her bra out from one of the sleeves of her shirt. She showed it to James before throwing it behind his seat for some stranger to find later. She lifted up her shirt exposing her bare breasts to James while sticking out her tongue in a flirty manner. 

She lowered her shirt covering her breasts again and had a quick look around to make sure nobody had noticed what was happening in the back of the cinema. Once she knew it was clear to continue, she quietly unbuttoned and unzipped James's jeans and reached into his boxers helping his penis through the fly. She looked up at him before quickly taking all of his semi erect penis in her mouth. He grew hard almost immediately after her lips reached the base of his dick. The sudden growth inside her mouth almost made her choke, but she knew she had to stay as quiet as possible. As far as anyone in the cinema knew, someone in the back just needed to cough. 

Emma started to suck James's dick but it wasn't long until James realized there was an Usher doing the rounds; checking the aisles. With some quick thinking he grabbed his jacket that he had placed on the seat next to him and covered Emma with her head deep in his lap. The usher had a quick look down the row from the far side and then continued on. He hadn't noticed anything, the close call only made them both hornier. James removed the jacket from over Emma who if anything had seemed to enjoy being hidden while sucking on his dick. 

Emma continued to suck James's dick until she could tell he was getting closer to that tipping point. She decided she would finish him off with her hands but figured he deserved some place to spray his seed. While still kneeling in front of James, Emma lifted her shirt again exposing her breasts before taking hold of his hard and wet dick. She started to pump his shaft, holding tightly with one hand speeding up but still remaining quiet enough to avoid being heard. It didn't take long before James started shifting in his seat. He then stood up slightly standing over Emma before spraying his cum over her exposed breasts. James, Cumming so much that he was almost able to coat the entire surface of her breasts. He sat back down and Emma once again took James's dick in her mouth to make sure she cleaned up any excess cum. She then lowered her shirt over her tits, still covered in cum; leaving stains on her shirt.

James did up his jeans and realized he needed to return the favour. Getting down in front of Emma, he removed her shoes and pulled her jeans over her waist out from under her arse and takes them of completely leaving her sitting in her seat in her underwear and cum stained shirt. He quickly slides her wet underwear off as well, taking them and puts them in his jeans back pocket. Emma is sitting in the back of a Cinema with people no further than 3 metres away from her, as she sits in nothing but a wet cum stained shirt and nothing else. She closes her eyes and feels James's fingers gently sliding along her clit. She feels the seat moisten below her, which only makes her wetter. 

James finds the spot that sends Emma off in a spin, she is about to make a noise but feels James's hand covering her mouth, not allowing any sound to escape. He finds a rhythm with his fingers that makes her back arch and makes her breathing heavier. With one hand still covering her mouth from making any noise and the other massaging her clit, Emma goes into a few seconds of spasms before getting her breath back. James kisses Emma again and she puts back on her jeans and Shoes.

They wait out the rest of movie cuddled up together, when the credits start to roll, James hands Emma his jacket to wear over her stained shirt. They leave the Bra in the cinema and James still has her underwear in his back pocket. The movie has finished late and now the Mall is basically empty except for a few people heading home after the movie. 

Emma spotted something, it was an elevator in the middle of the courtyard. It wasn't like the previous one they had been in. This one had one glass side overlooking a food court. Emma whispers something in James's ear that makes him smile. They wait around for another five minutes before they couldn't see anyone anymore and stroll over to the elevator and press the call button.

The elevator arrived on the top level where they were waiting and was empty, just like they expected. They got in and looked out through the glass pane out over the food court. They pressed the button for the parking garage which was located on the basement floor; 8 floors down. When the doors closed and the elevator started to move they wasted no time. Emma pulled her jeans down and bent over, leaning on the Glass looking out over the empty food court. James pulled down his jeans and boxers just as fast, before sliding his already hard dick between Emma's Legs which she was already holding apart to allow James's dick into her pussy. 

He started to fuck her as hard as he could as the scenery moved past them outside the elevator. They knew they wouldn't get to finish, that didn't matter to them. All they cared about was that they were fucking in full view in a public place. James continued to pound at Emma's pussy as her face was pressed up against the glass watching the levels go by. 

As they passed by the ground floor and started heading into the basement level they stopped and quickly made themselves presentable so that they could exit the elevator as if nothing had ever happened. The doors started to open as they looked at each other again with smiles as they had timed it perfectly, but there was something outside the elevator. As the doors opened they realized someone was standing outside the elevator. 

When the doors had completely opened they realized it was a Mall Security guard that blocked their way, and he didn't look happy. The Security guard pointed up towards a corner of the elevator. They both turned to see where he was pointing, noticing a small security camera located in the back corner of the elevator. They had been busted, the Security guard motioned for them to follow him.

Following him back to the security office, they both gave each other a look as if to say "Oops". They took seats, sitting next to each other in the small office. After what was a long awkward silence with the security guard looking back and forth between James and Emma and shaking his head he finally uttered "Aren't you two a little old for something like this? The two sixty year olds looked at each other and laughed awkwardly. 

"You two wait here, I'll be right back. No moving!" Said the security guard. A few minutes later he returned to an empty office finding only a pair of underwear on one of the chairs.



The Game and the Girl



This is a new story not related to my other "Crazy" submissions about Melissa, Kristen and the ongoing affair with her father. If you enjoy this one, I will consider writing a continuation, just please leave me a comment to let me know, thank you.


The Game and the Girl

The pulsating tune came blasting from somewhere within the contents of my purse. Abandoning my lips half coated in Revlon Crushed Velvet, my toe snagged the corner of the bed-frame in pursuit of my cell phone. Screaming in pain from my little toe, I went down on my knees and grabbed my foot with both hands. By my head, my phone still played one of my favorite pop songs that I had programmed to play when Zack was calling. Now suddenly it was the most annoying song in the world.

Leaving one hand to attend to my throbbing toe, I knocked the purse over with the other. Rifling through the coupons, sticks of gum and other various contents that cluttered the bag, I found my phone and flipped it open before it the voicemail would pick up. 

"Hey," I said in a less than excited voice.

"What's wrong?" Zack asked, detecting my frustration in one word.

"I slammed my toe getting to the fucking phone! That's what's wrong!" I screamed at him without much thought.

"Ouch, that sucks, you OK?"

"How the hell do I know? It could be broken!" I yelled again.

"Oh man, does it hurt?" he asked.

"Does it hurt? Are you are friggen moron! It's killing me!!"

"Why are you yelling at me like it's my fault?" Zack asked innocently.

"Because I wouldn't have hurt it if you hadn't called!" I shot back immediately.

"Oh, forgive me, I didn't know I had to use telepathy now to contact you!" Zack said defensively. The pain in my toe, while still throbbing, was easing a bit now, and bending it with little pain told me that it wasn't broken. I realized I was probably taking my clumsiness out on him, and decided to change my attitude before I ruined our evening planned together.

"I'm sorry, it just really hurt that's all, I'll be fine," I said in a calmer tone. "I just hope I'm not limping in the heels I'm planning on wearing tonight."

"Well Jess, you're toe may not hurt you too much after-all then," he replied in an uneasy voice.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel, I have to work."

"What?? What do you mean you have to work? This is your night off!" my blood began to get hot once more.

"One of the guys called in sick, has the flu or something, they need me to cover, I can't get out of it," Zack said sounding not nearly as upset as I wanted him to sound.

"Well you GET OUT OF IT!" I screamed again.

"I CAN'T! I ALREADY TOLD YOU!!" he shouted back, raising his voice for the first time. Then calming himself a bit he added, "my sergeant is being an asshole, you want to call him and ask him for me?" he said sarcastically.

"You SUCK, you know that?" I shot at him upset.

"I'm sorry Jess, I'll make it up to you next week I swear."

"Whatever," I moped as I clipped the phone shut.

With my plans blown for the night I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, drowned in disappointment. We had plans to go out to this new restaurant that opened downtown, and then maybe catch a movie. Now my night looked to be shot.

Quickly I thought of an alternative, and grabbed my cell phone again. In seconds I was listening to my friend Kellie's recorded voice telling me to leave a message. She was out with Eric already; I figured it was too late to catch her.

Over the next few minutes I tried dialing several girlfriends of mine, without any hope. I only got through to Brianna, but she was on her way to a wedding reception for a cousin of hers, and despite her disinterest in it, she was obligated to go.

Facing a night of total boredom, I stared at myself in the mirror above my dresser, and wiped off the lip cream that colored half my lips, then I went into the bathroom to wash my makeup off. Not bothering to change any longer, I went downstairs and found my father in the kitchen. He was busy filling bowls with chips and dips, and taking bottles of liquor out of one of the cabinets.

"Hey Daddy, what are you up to tonight?"

"Oh hey darling," he smiled, mildly surprised to see me in sweats and a t-shirt this late in the evening, "got a card game tonight. Aren't you going out with Zack?"

"He has to work," I pouted.

"Shot you down huh? I'm sorry honey. Why don't you call one of your friends?"

"Called all of them, they all have plans, so I guess I'm doing nothing tonight," I said with a look of despair. "You don't have to do nothing sweetie, do you know how to play cards?" he suggested.

"That's OK Daddy, I know how you and your friends like to play for money, and I don't know how to play well enough to be betting," I said with a sigh.

"You don't have to use your money Jess, I'll put it up for you if you like."

"That's OK Dad, I'll just put on a movie or something I guess."

My dad looked upset to see me in this predicament. Ever since my mother walked out on us 5 years ago, he knew his little girl was a busy bee. He knew how extremely popular I was in school, and how I was usually always out with either my friends, or my boyfriend Zack. It was like him to try to entertain me if he could.

I went into the living room and clicked on the tube, and began flipping through the channels. I finally settled on a re-run of Road Rules when my father came in from the kitchen.

"Hey Jess, I called my friend Will, and I think I may have a solution to your loneliness tonight," he said in a hopeful manner. "You remember Will right?"

"I'm not sure Daddy, I've met a lot of your friends," I said. My father had many buddies that worked with him in the firehouse.  His friends were the nicest group of guys, and all rather handsome older men. Being firefighters made added to their sex appeal, even if most of them were married and in their 40's. 

My father usually played cards while at the firehouse, but being on temporary leave due to a small injury he had sustained while on the job, many of his friends decided to move the game to his house for the time being.

My father attempted to describe his friend, but he could tell it wasn't clicking with my memory. "Well Willie's got a daughter about your age, she's got nothing to do tonight either, he was thinking of bringing her tonight, maybe you can watch a movie together or something?"

"Oh that's ok, he doesn't have to drag his daughter here on my behalf, " I said.

"He doesn't mind honey, and I think you two will hit it off, I've met her, nice girl," he added.

I wasn't sure if I was in the mood to play host to someone I didn't know. I was dressed for comfort, and I wasn't about to make a new friend the way I looked. On the other hand however, I could definitely use the company, since I knew my father was probably going to pay little attention to me once his game got started.

"OK Daddy, thanks, it's cool," I said with a smile. "Great honey, I hope this makes your night better, and her name is Holly," he said as he returned to the kitchen.

"Oh Daddy?" I called into the kitchen, "when are they coming?"

"They should be here in about 20 minutes."

I almost sprang from the couch when he said that. It was like my dad to try to help me in anyway he could. My dad and I had always had a great relationship between us, and our bond only grew tighter when my mother left, but my father failed to realize that women liked to be presentable.

I ran up the stairs taking two at a time with bare feet, my little toe no longer in pain. At the top of the stairs I ran to my room pulling my shirt over my head in the process. Knowing my father was preoccupied with preparations in the kitchen, I didn't bother to close the door as I searched my drawers for a bra.

Over the next fifteen minutes I got dressed in a nice pair of jeans, and nicer shirt. I ran into the bathroom and reapplied my makeup and lipstick. It wasn't the way I had planned on spending the evening, but if I was going to spend the night in the company of firefighters, even if they were my father's age, I wasn't going to look like a slouch.

Suddenly the doorbell chimed and I heard my father greeting someone downstairs. I remained in my room for a few more moments as more of my father's friends arrived. Then I heard my father call for me, which must have meant that this girl had arrived.

When I made it down to the living room again, I was greeted by several familiar faces I knew from my Dad's firehouse, and then my father reintroduced me to Will and his daughter Holly.

She was a very pretty girl just about an inch shorter than me, with long straight brown hair, that came to a rest just below her shoulders. She wore a low cut shirt that displayed a decent amount of cleavage. She had larger breasts than I did, and apparently she liked to flaunt them. She was also dolled up like me, I was glad I had changed.

"Hey Holly, I'm Jessica, it's nice to meet you," I said with a smile. We shook hands awkwardly for a moment before Will began feeding me with information on his daughter.

"...she went to Central, so she wasn't in your district..." he went on without notice that I really wasn't listening.

Eventually after all the introductions, the men settled into the dining room where the card table was set up. Holly and I remained in the living room where I clicked flipped through the channels like I had earlier. "So I heard your boyfriend cancelled on you?" Holly said with a kind smile.

I laughed and responded, "Yep, got the shaft, he's gotta work."

"That sucks," she said, "does it happen a lot?"

"No, actually this is the first time he's been called in, " I said.

"What does he do?" 

"He's a cop," I said. 

"Oh really? That's ironic, my boyfriend is a cop too!" Holly said surprised.

"That  is ironic, isn't it," I said interested. "Did your boyfriend have to work too?"

"Yeah, he's working tonight, but he was scheduled tonight, I had plans with a friend of mine, but she got sick," she explained.

"Ah, I see," I said. "That's funny though, our boyfriends might know each other, what precinct does he work at?" I asked.

"The 11th, what about yours?"

"The same one! Wow, that's so weird! who's your boyfriend?"

"Joey Barkowski," she said. 

"Hmmm,not sure if I know him, is he new?"

"Yeah, he just graduated from the academy," Holly admitted.

"Yeah, he'll get used to it fast, Zack's only 3 years in, he likes it though it sucks on holidays," I said.

The two of us went on talking about our boyfriends and other subjects to get further acquainted. We got along so well that it amazed me that we had not met earlier, since I knew most of the girls my age in the neighborhood. She complimented me on my hair, which I had recently bleached even blonder than it was. 

As we talked I couldn't help but notice her breasts. It stuck me as funny because I had never taken such notice of another girl's breasts before, but Holly's seemed to be simply stunning. Her apparent lack of a bra beneath her shirt also added to the attention they were getting, and I think Holly noticed it.

Finally I let my involuntary gazes become known, "I'm sorry, you have great boobs," I said in a laughing matter.

Holly blushed and thanked me, and admitted to me that they were fake. I was shocked, and couldn't help but look at them with even closer attention now. 

"You mean they're implants?" I said in amazement.

"Yup, got them for my eighteenth birthday!" she exclaimed with jubilation.

"You got them as a birthday present??" I said stunned.

"Damn right! Best present I ever got, Joey loves them, my dad loves them, everybody does."

That one line stuck me peculiar,  my dad loves thembut I wasn't about to question her on it just yet.

"Who bought them for you?" I asked with utter interest.

"My parents did!" she said happily as if it were as normal as a bicycle.

"What, did you ask them for new tits for your birthday or something?" I joked.

"Pretty much," she laughed, "but they knew for a while I had wanted them, my dad actually suggested it," she said.

Keeping myself from laughing in total surprise, my mind was loaded with questions and couldn't shoot them at her fast enough. "I hope you don't mind my prying, but how does your dad suggest something like that without your mother, or even you, getting offended by it?"

"Oh my mother didn't get upset by it, she has implants too, my dad got them for her for their anniversary one year," she said.

"Oh OK," I said, still apparently puzzled and amazed with her father's idea of gifts.

"What size were you before?" I asked.

"Oh, I was almost flat, all I used to have were little nubs," she joked.

"How do they feel?" I asked her.

"Wonderful, do you wanna touch them?" she asked with such ease as if asking me if I wanted a sip of her drink.

"Touch them? Oh, I don't know..." I started.

"Oh, please, I don't care, I let everyone squeeze 'em if they like 'em, it's no biggie," and with that she took my hands and put them against her breasts.

Shocked initially, I was reluctant to squeeze her chest, but at her insisting, I squeezed them softly with my hands. They felt like two softball sized water balloons in my hands, and did not seem artificial at all. As my hands remained there for another moment, I felt her nipples protruding against the cotton of her shirt and pressing against my palms. A familiar sensation rouse between my legs and it surprised me. I pulled my hands away.

For a moment I was a bit flustered. I had never gotten aroused from a girl before, and touching her breasts awoke sensations in me that only a man knew. 

"Well?"

"They're wonderful," I said with excitement and a tad of jealousy.

"That's what Joey says all the time," she laughed.

"I'm sure he does!" I laughed as well.

Then suddenly I guess she felt uneasy with the way she made me feel about myself, and said that she's sure I had a wonderful set as well. Mine were not as exposed as hers tonight, but I thanked her for the comment anyway. And then that's when a funny thought entered my head, and I found myself saying it before I realized it.

"Would you like to touch mine?" I asked.

"Sure!" she said laughing, and without a second passing, her hands were pressed firmly against my shirt and softly fondling my breasts. Her hands didn't remain in place like mine had on her, but instead she grazed her fingers over them in search of my nipples which hid beneath the padding of my bra. Her fingers sent sparks through me like moments earlier, and I didn't want her to stop, but at the same time, it scared me.

"You have great tits Jess, you don't need a bra to compliment them," she said.

"Thanks, I noticed you weren't wearing one, " I laughed.

"I hardly do, I hate them," she said.

I don't know what it was about her, but she amazed me, everything about her. Suddenly I was no longer regretting the cancellation of my date.

Holly and I continued to talk for a while about her extremely odd birthday present, and she explained to me something that I definitely didn't expect, and I doubted my father knew as well. She told me that her family practices nudism, and has since she was born. She explained how being naked around her family so often is why her father could make comments about her breasts without it seeming odd.  I was fascinated by it all.

She asked me if I had ever been naked around my parents, and I told her only when I was young. I am 18 now, and my father hasn't seen me undressed in about 7 years, if not longer. She went on about how healthy it is, and how relaxing it is too. I asked her a million questions, and she answered them all.

After a while her father walked through the living room on his way to use the bathroom and he asked us if we wanted to play. Holly seemed much more interested than me, and tried to talk me into it. I admitted I knew how, but didn't have any money to lose. Her father said he'd put it up, as mine did earlier.

So before I knew it, Holly and I were welcomed at the card table with the guys. My father was happy I had come to join and even offered me a drink. He knew I was underage, but he apparently had a few already, and didn't seem to care. He put up twenty dollars for me, as Will did for Holly. 

We played a few hands and whenever my dad would fold he would help me if I had any questions with my cards. We were playing Texas Hold'em, and I got the hang of it really quickly. After about an hour, I was actually winning a lot and was up about ten bucks. As we played my father kept the drinks coming, and I felt myself starting to sway. I could tell Holly was tipsy as well.

After another hour passed a few of guys lost their money and decided to call it a night. We stopped the game temporarily so my father could see them out, and then we'd continue the game. Eventually as eleven o'clock approached, there were only two guys left, besides Holly, Will, my dad, and I. Holly was the next to lose her money, and her father didn't hesitate to offer her more to stay in the game. But Holly had another idea, and shocked the table by announcing it.

"I'm getting bored with this game, anyone want to play strip poker?" she giggled.

At first I was sure her funny joke would go over with a laugh, since everyone other than her father seemed to chuckle at the idea. But suddenly her father smiled and said, "That could be interesting." 

My father burst into laughter and asked Willie how many he had to drink. Willie smiled and replied, "No more than you buddy, I think it'd be fun."

My father's laughter stopped for a moment and said with a smile, "you're serious."

Willie responded, "Hell yes, I'm serious! What? We can't bet our clothes because we're a bunch of dudes? We got two pretty young ladies here."

The other guys were completely silent, but the smiles on their faces told me they were definitely game. I also couldn't help but notice their eyes suddenly being drawn to Holly's cleavage, almost trying to remove the shirt with their eyeballs. I also noticed their eyes shifting to my chest as well.

"Uh...I don't know about that Willie, sure that'd be fun and everything but these are our daughters we're playing with, not some women we met at a bar," my dad said.

"Ah shit, I know that Dean, but it's all in good fun, nobody's getting hurt or anything," Willie persuaded my father.

All the while Holly was giving me a most provocative look, as if silently daring me to play her little game. She was apparently enjoying the situation enough already for her nipples were clearly visible against her shirt. 

"You guys wanna play?" Willie asked the other two guys at the table, whom I remembered were Benny and Chris. Both guys were probably in their upper 30's to lower 40's, and both were heavily muscled, good-looking men. They all were, my dad as well.

They both proclaimed their interest almost simultaneously, and my heart began to race as I felt the incredible decision to do this coming down to me. I thought however that surely my father wouldn't be interested, but he was almost drunk, we all were.

Just then my father who was seated to my right looked at me, "You want to play Jess?" The question was both expected and completely surprising at the same time, and I was unsure how to answer.

I wasn't sure how far the game would go, I had heard of people coming out of this game completely naked, and others not loosing a strip of clothing. I had been winning rather steadily for a while, and figured I might not have to lose much of anything. My answer, although not yes, brought smiles to everyone at the table.

"How exactly do you play?" I asked.

Her father went on to explain how the rules would work. Instead of Texas Hold'em, we'd play standard 5-card poker. Instead of money, everyone best with articles of clothing, but it only came off if you lost, or folded. It starts with an anti of one piece of clothing, jewelry doesn't count, and bets could be added from there, with a limit of 3 pieces per hand. The winner of the round would collect the clothing and could use it for bets. If you lost all your clothing you were out of the game and had to sit there as play continued. 




The Game and the Girl



The rules were agreed on by everyone, and I sort of felt like the stick in the mud suddenly if decided I couldn't go through with it. I gave Holly a look that suggested I can't believe you got me into this! with a little smirk and without another thought I said, 'OK, I'll play."

My father asked me again if I was sure, but I assured him it'd be fun, and asked him to get me another drink, which made everyone laugh.

As we began to play the cards were dealt and the bets went around the table. My father dealt and turned to me first and asked how many cards I wanted. I had a king, a five, two tens, and an ace. I asked for 2 cards and discarded the king and five. As everyone else exchanged cards I felt the tension building, and suddenly I was grateful for wearing shoes!

When my cards came I received a seven and a deuce. I wasn't comfortable about my chances with a pair of tens, so when asked if I wanted to bet, I said I'd check. Play passed to Benny checked as well. Chris however bet one piece of clothing. Holly saw folded and her father saw the bet. My father saw the bet as well. 

When we revealed our cards I saw that both Chris and Willie had beaten me. Chris had a pair of Jacks, but Willie had two pair. I smiled uneasily when I asked what happens now. Willie was nice and chuckled, "you owe me two pieces darlin'," he said with a smile.

I saw Holly begin to remove her shoes, and I did the same. Chris began putting his sneakers on the table until my dad requested them on the floor, everyone laughed.

The second hand I dealt, and again found myself with undesirable cards, this time the bet again was one piece in addition to the anti, this time made by Benny. I lost the second round and found myself removing my socks. 

Now I began to get nervous because all that remained were my actually clothes, I was grateful, despite Holly's advice, to be wearing a bra.

The third hand I had a good chance. I was dealt two pair, nine's and three's. My additional card didn't produce anything, but I wasn't about to raise the bet. Luckily everyone checked. I lost again to my father's 3 of a kind. I began to think he didn't bet on that because he was reluctant for me to undress before his friends. 

I was unsure of what to remove, but decided to take off my jeans since they were below the table and out of site. Holly removed her jeans as well, which she stood up to do unlike me. A few of the guys whistled as she removed them, drawing laughter from the rest of us. At least she was wearing panties.

I slid my jeans off under the table and placed them on the table. It was very odd sitting there without pants on with my dad there and these people, but I had to admit, it was exciting.

The next hand was a bad one, and I hoped against hope nobody would bet, and to my desires, nobody did. Chris squeaked by winning only with a pair of kings. When everyone began to remove an article of clothing, I was hesitant. Across the table Holly gave me a flirtatious smile as she lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her naked breasts to everyone at the table. The eyes of all the men found her chest immediately, including my father's, and amazingly mine. She had amazing tits, and they were extremely round and attentive. 

With all the attention on Holly, I slowly and reluctantly removed my shirt. My father's eyes found me first, and I noticed him looking at the cleavage beneath my black bra. It was the first time my father had seen me without a shirt on since I was a little girl, and the feeling was a bit odd.

Soon I noticed all the men noticing me and everyone seemed to be enjoying it immensely. My father who had won a hand, was comfortably dressed again, but out of articles he had won. 

I knew the next hand would be the moment that I was dreading. I wasn't sure if I could actually go through with removing all my clothes in front of these people, and especially my father. When the cards were dealt though, I felt the inevitable coming closer. 

My cards this time were good. I was dealt 3 sevens! When it was my turn to bet I quickly bet 2 pieces, putting everything on the line, and when the cards fell, I had won! Holly did not hesitate in removing her panties and becoming the first to be completely naked. Like an experience nudist, she stood as she removed her panties letting everyone see her beautiful naked body. 

She really was gorgeous. Her pussy was shaven bare, and she had a beautiful tight round ass. I felt myself looking at her more than the men, whom two were down to boxers now. Holly sat once again, and continued to play. I on the other hand, had all my clothes on once more, as well as a few other articles to use. 

As we played a few more rounds, my luck went south once again, but it was easier this time since I had gotten down to my bra.

Eventually Chris and Benny were naked, and bashfully hiding themselves below the table. I asked Willie when the game ends, and he said when one person has all the clothes. Their eyes, as well as my father's found their way to Holly's tits as often as possible. Holly didn't seem to mind, nor did her father. Her eyes were kept on me.

Eventually her father hit a hot streak, and won two hands in a row. My surplus of clothes was gone and I was back in my panties and bra. My nerves tensed once more, I needed to win. However everyone, including my father, seemed eager to see what I hid beneath my undergarments.

The next hand was dealt, it was just me, my father and Willie left playing. I was dealt two queens, and asked for 3 cards. I received two fours, and got excited, however unlike the last time when I had the three of a kind, I didn't offer a bet, but Willie did, and I had to see it. The cards were thrown down. My father had a pair of aces, Willie had three deuces, I lost. My heart sank in my chest, and I knew I was just eliminated. Suddenly all the eyes were on me, but mine stayed on Holly. I nervously unclipped my bra and put it on the table, letting my bare breasts be visible to all. 

The whistles came from the guys to my left again, but my eyes turned to my father, who seemed to be looking at me like he never had. His eyes moved from my breasts to meet my eyes, and he smiled. Holly's gaze had a silent but wide smile, and I smiled back almost laughing. 

Then when I tried to slide off my panties, Benny and Chris started to boo and chanted for me to stand up as Holly had. Everyone was laughing, and I gave in. I got up from my chair, and this time looked my father in the eyes, as I slowly lowered my panties off. He immediately drew his attention to my neatly trimmed pubic hair, and I even spun to let them see my ass. 

I could not believe what I was doing, but I was laughing, so I knew it was all in good fun. There was something else very strange about it though; I was enjoying it. For some reason it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, and being exposed in front of my dad like that was actually arousing me. 

I took a seat, and sat there until my father lost in the next round. Unlike Holly and I, my father did not stand as he removed his boxers, but since I was sitting next to him, I had a view. His cock was large and erect, and I bizarrely found myself hornier than I had ever been. 

The game was over, and we were handed our clothes back, but for some really odd reason, I was hesitant to dress. I did nevertheless. 

Benny and Chris left shortly after, both thanking me for being such a good sport and telling me I had a very lucky boyfriend. That reminded me of my broken date, and I wondered how Zack would feel if he knew what I had done tonight. I laughed in my head at his probable anger over it, it served him right.

Willie and Holly didn't leave right away. Willie helped my father clean up as Holly and I went up to my room for a few minutes. It was past midnight and I was feeling very sleepy, but at the same time excited.

"I can't believe what you got me into!" I laughed at her.

"Oh, come on, you had fun, admit it!" she giggled.

"Yeah, it was fun, but so WEIRD!" I shouted.

"You have a gorgeous body by the way," she added.

"Oh please, compared to you? How can you say that?" I asked.

I didn't think I had a bad body, I was slim, had pale skin and medium sized B cup breasts. But Holly was tanned, had a larger ass though tight, and knockout tits. 

"It's true, you have beautiful boobs girl, and your body is amazing," she said to me.

"Thanks, you too," I smiled as I sat on the bed. 

"You know..."Holly said seductively, "I would still like to feel your breasts without the bra, would you let me?"

The question shocked me, and I didn't know how to answer it. I definitely didn't mind, and that's what shocked me most of all. "Uh...sure, sure," I said in a state of surprise. I tried removing my bra beneath my shirt, but found it difficult. 

"Just take it off silly," Holly said talking about my shirt.

"Of course," I laughed, and lifted it off my head. With my bra already unclipped, I took it off and tossed it on the floor, leaving myself topless before her. I wasn't sure if I should put the shirt back on now, but before I could think about it, her hands were on my bare breasts. I closed me eyes as she touched me, and let her fingers caress them. 

She squeezed them softly in her hands and ran her fingers over my erect nipples. There was no doubt about it now, I was extremely aroused, and confused on what to do. She didn't remove her hands, and I found myself placing my hands on her chest. She removed one of her hands to direct my hand beneath her shirt, and I obeyed. 

Putting my hands on her bare tits was amazing, and I felt her rock hard nipples with my fingertips. My head was drawn back, and I opened my eyes. She was closer to me now, and looking at me with the most seductive smile, and then before I knew it, she kissed me. 

Our lips met once, then again, and I felt her mouth open. I let her tongue in where it met mine and we embraced. It was unlike any kiss I had ever experienced, and I didn't want it to stop. She broke it momentarily to remove her shirt, and our lips found one another again.

As I leaned back on the bed, she laid on top of me. I felt her tits against mine as she ran her fingers through my hair. Her other hand had crept between my legs and began to unbutton my jeans. I didn't care.

Just then we heard a shout from below, "HOLLY!!" her father was shouting. 

We broke our kiss, and she yelled, "YEAH?"

"IT'S TIME TO GO HUN!" he replied, apparently at the foot of the stairs.

Never had five words disappointed me more, more so in fact than Zack canceling on me earlier. I had never kissed a girl in my life, never had an interest to, but tonight I would have let Holly have me. It was that amazing.

We threw our clothes back on, I didn't bother to put my bra on however before we went downstairs again. In my haste I didn't realize that our lipstick was smeared, and it became obvious to my dad and Willie. Willie had a sly grin, also taking notice of my nipples through my t-shirt and my father seemed to be intrigued as well.

After saying goodbye, my father looked at me and smiled. "I'm proud of you Jess, you didn't have to go through that tonight," he said with his comforting smile.

"I know," I said, "I don't think I would have normally done that, but I guess I just went with it."

"Well, I'm glad you did," he smiled.

"I am too," I said.

We didn't speak much about it after that, and I told my dad I was going to take a shower before going to bed. In the shower I had so many thoughts invading my mind. I thought of Holly, and how we kissed. How far would it have gone? I asked myself, and did my dad know what had happened? Then I thought of the game, and how I had let me father see me naked, and how it aroused me. It was all so shocking, and I felt like a completely different person than I had just a few short hours ago.

I began touching myself in the shower, and thought of how my father looked at me, how Holly looked at me. How we kissed. Then I thought of something I had never imagined in my life. I thought of kissing my dad, and how that would feel. And amazingly it aroused me even more! What was happening to me?? 

After washing myself, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. Leaving the bathroom, I walked down the hall to my room where I saw my dad in the corner of my eye. His bedroom door was open and he was lying in bed. The blankets covered half his body, and his bare chest faced the ceiling. His eyes were closed although the TV was on, and I could see his right arm tucked beneath the covers. He appeared to be masturbating.

I thought of running to my room quickly, but felt myself nailed to the spot watching him. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. Was it me? Was it Holly? Was it the thought of Holly and me together? 

As I stood there I found my hand between my legs once again, and I began to touch myself as I watched him. As he went on, I continued to finger myself in the doorway, amazing myself with my bravery. 

And then suddenly I lost my balance and banged against his door a bit. I wanted to kill myself, the usual klutz. My father's eyes opened immediately and he noticed me by the door, his arm stopped stroking.

"Oh hi honey, going to bed?" he said, trying to act as if everything was normal.

"Yeah, I'm tired," I said, even though I found myself wanting to stay there.

"Well goodnight sweetie, see you in the morning," he said, seeming eager to continue his fantasy. But I felt compelled to know what it was, and I remained there.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Yes honey?"

I walked slowly into the room, still draped in the towel, my hair still wet. I knew normally I would never have had the guts to approach my father this indecent, not that he hadn't seen me in a towel before, but after tonight, it suited me fine.

"Do you think Holly has a better body than me?" I found myself asking him.

"Oh no love, you have a beautiful body. I was really impressed. Any man would be extremely lucky to have you," he said in his fatherly manner.

"But Holly was just so beautiful, wasn't she?" I asked him.

"Holly is a beautiful girl, she is, but she doesn't compare, to my angel," he said.

"Would you make love to her if you could?" I asked him without stopping the words from spilling out of my mouth.

My father seemed a bit surprised by the question, and answered, "Well that's something different honey, Holly's my friend's..."

"I know what she is Dad, but would you? You can be honest, I won't get upset," I said.

"Well, it's hard to answer honey."

"Forget about Willie, just think of her, you can't tell me you wouldn't," I said.

"No, I couldn't," he admitted.

"So, you would then, make love to her," I said.

"Yes, I guess I would," he said unsure of where I was going. And truthfully, I didn't know where I was going either.

"But you told me she doesn't compare to me," I said.

"She doesn't, you run circles around her," he said.

"Then would you make love to me?" I asked him, shocking myself in the process.

"Jessica, how could you ask me something like that?"

"Would you Daddy? Would you make love to me?" I asked again, "You said I was beautiful." My father didn't answer, he was at a loss for words.

Then a sudden crazy boldness got a hold of me, and I went with it. I loosened my towel and dropped it at my feet, standing completely naked in front of him. "Would you make love to me Daddy?"

My father's eyes gazed at my body for a good half-minute before responding. Whether he was choosing his words, or just admiring my body, I wasn't sure.

"Yes sweetie, I would make love to you," he said.

The answer shocked me and sent bullets of electricity throughout me. The thought of hearing my father admit he'd take me was enough to put me over the edge, and I think at that moment I lost all grip on reality. I approached my dad by the bed.

"Will you touch me Daddy?" I asked him.

"Honey, I don't know if you really want me to," he said.

"Please dad, please, I want you to, I really want you to," I said, not knowing what was going on in my mind. I was aware he was my father, and until this night I had no sexual attraction to him whatsoever, but whatever Holly did to me was like a drug, and now I needed to get off. I needed someone, to get me off.

My dad didn't answer and was hesitant to lay his hands on his only daughter. I didn't wait, and acted as Holly had done with me, I took his hands and placed them on my breasts.

He didn't pull back, but instead felt them, caressed them. I leaned closer to him and told him to kiss them. He obeyed this time, and began kissing my breasts, sucking on my nipples.

The sensation was incredible, and knowing it was my father was sending shivers throughout me. I leaned over further and met his lips with mine, and shortly after our tongues found one another. As we made out I climbed onto the bed, and squatted over him. 

With the blankets drawn back I saw his mighty cock, standing proudly at attention. 

"Take me Daddy, please!" I yelled at him with impatience.

"Are you sure honey?" he said.

"I've never been so sure in my life, fuck me Daddy, fuck me now!"

He didn't ask again, and slowly inserted his cock into my folds, as I lowered myself upon him. As his cock sunk deeper and deeper within me, I felt an incredible rush of energy overcome me, and I began kissing him once again.

His hands found my tits once more, as he began to bounce me up and down on his shaft. 

"Ohhhh, YES, YESSSS!" I screamed, "FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARD DADDY!!"

My father began to moan as he took me with increasing speed, fucking me harder and harder with each stroke. 

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!!" I bellowed with all my lung's capacity.

Although I felt as if I was in some sort of surreal fantasy, I knew with solid definition that it was incredibly real, I was actually having sex with my father, and it was amazing.

"URGGGGG!! FUCK ME DADDY!!!" I moaned louder, bending down to kiss him deeply and passionately. 

My father sat up as he impaled me further and buried his head in my tits, sucking them and licking them. I felt myself coming over an edge, and let myself go.

My nails dug into his back as I came, screaming uncontrollably as I did. I felt his cock pulsating within me, shooting ropes of his cum within me. He continued to pound my pussy until he has nothing left, and I collapsed on top of him, utterly exhausted. 

We kissed once more, entwining our tongues for what seemed like forever, and then we finally lay with each other, naked and twisted, and fell asleep.

In the morning, I awoke with a tremendous headache. I looked around the room and for a moment or two could not remember a thing. As my eyes opened I noticed the ceiling fan that hung above my father's bed, and I didn't understand where I was. I turned on my side and saw my father lying beside me, his bare back faced me as he slept, and it suddenly all came rushing back, and I shot up like a rake in the grass.

Hadn't it been a dream? A crazy, intense dream? I couldn't remember much of the previous night, but I did have a recollection of having some wild and extremely bizarre infatuation with my father. I was still pretty sure I had dreamt it, although whatever it was, I could not remember fully.

I pulled the sheets off my chest, and saw my breasts in the morning light. Oh shit! I thought in shock, and lifted the sheets more exposing the rest of my nakedness, as well as my father's. This had to be a dream, it HAD to be! But I wasn't asleep, and I knew it. This was very real.

Completely beside myself with the realization of what I let myself do, I sat there for a few minutes. Surely my father wouldn't have, I thought. But the only memory I had clearly of the previous night was playing cards, and remembering the alcohol, and how drunk I was, how drunk he was. 




The Game and the Girl



"Oh my God," I said aloud. My father didn't wake.

I got out of bed, and found my towel on the floor beside the bed. I didn't remember how it got there. I was hoping I would, or perhaps, hoping I wouldn't. At this point, I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

I walked to my room where I saw my bra laying on the floor, and I remembered Holly. HOLLY! That seductive vixen I had met the night before, how she captivated me. I remembered her now, I remembered how we touched each other, how we kissed each other. How we almost made love to each other.

I had to sit down. All these memories that were suddenly invading my mind didn't remind me of myself. How drunk was I last night? I thought. All my life I had been a straightforward good girl, lacking much of the dirty mind that many of my friends possessed. I had never had a bi-curious thought, and certainly didn't recall ever having an incestuous one. I couldn't believe myself.

Then suddenly I heard the familiar song again coming from somewhere beside me, Zack was calling. Still completely naked both physically and now emotionally, I found the phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?" I answered quietly.

"Good morning sleepyhead! It's eleven-thirty! So what'd you end up doing last night?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and thought. Maybe you should ask who. 



The Game and the Hitchhiker



Debbie and I had been on the road for nearly two hours since we left the hotel. The last hour had been spent seeing how turned on we could get one another, without actually making any physical contact. The secret of this little game, of course, is that everything I say or do to get her turned on has the reverse affect of turning me on, and vice versa. Moreover, seeing the other getting turned on is, in itself, a turn-on. And so on.

“So,” I said in a half-accusatory but teasing tone, “I suppose ol’ whatshisname wasn’t getting a boner, then?”

“Yeah, maybe he was, but you men get a boner every time a girl smiles at you. Doesn’t take much.”

“As if you women don’t know just exactly what affect you’re having. Christ, I really think that you gals go to school or something to learn what to say and what to do, just to give a guy an erection. And then they teach you how to act dumb and say ‘I did that?,’ with this little-girl innocence.”

“Bill, you’re giving me far too much credit. All I did was dance with the guy—and his name was Larry, by the way. He asked, and you said okay. It’s not my fault if he’s got testosterone instead of sweat coming out of his pores when he dances. Like I told you last night—and again this morning—Larry had too much to drink and he was just . . . well, I guess he was a little frisky.” Debbie snickered a little, more to herself than for my benefit.

She went on. “And yeah, like I told you before, I could feel his bone poking me as we were dancing, but otherwise he behaved himself. Right?”

“Hell, yeah, like dry humping another man’s wife on the dance floor is good behavior!”

“Oh, come on. I’d hardly call it dry humping. We were dancing slow, and our bodies were touching, and it just happened that he had an erection—and I could feel it.”

“And just exactly where again was it poking into you?”

“Uh, I guess about here.” She placed her right index finger less than two inches to the right of her pussy, which at the moment was concealed beneath her brief cotton panties. She was wearing a loose-fitting dress, I think it’s called a sundress, which as she spoke was riding high on her thighs, exposing the crotch of her panties. With the warm Arizona weather, Debbie had opted for the lightweight and airy garment. She had omitted a bra, but kept the panties. The scoop neck displayed more than a little cleavage. If she had the occasion to bend over, like in a store or something, a passerby wouldn’t need glasses to see her pendular breasts, and nipples to boot.

“Okay, so he’s jabbing you within a cunt hair of your goodyheimer, and I suppose while you guys were swaying to the tunes it didn’t happen to jab you right on the money?”

“Maybe. So?”

“And that doesn’t qualify as dry humping? I mean, if you weren’t wearing anything, and he wasn’t wearing anything, he would have been flat out fucking you right then and there—standing up and dancing.”

Debbie laughed. “Okay, Mister Hypocrite, I guess you’re right. Hell, if I’d thought of that last night, I mighta been more turned on by it.” Sarcastic as hell.

“Oh, I think you were plenty turned on, regardless. And what do you mean by hypocrite?”

“That’s a person who . . .”

“I know what the word means. Why are you calling me one?”

“Because a little later, when you and I were dancing, I could feel little junior knocking on my door. And don’t try and deny it, you were hard too.”

“Yeah, but you’re my wife, and I was looking forward to getting you back to the room.”

“Okay. If it makes you happy, I admit that dancing with Larry got me wet. Fine, now you know. Tell me that you didn’t get just a little turned on watching us dance, and you suspecting that he did have a hard-on from it. You can’t say that didn’t have something to do with how gung-ho you were in bed later.”

“Not so fast. I seem to recall that you were soaked when you finally got to bed. I can’t believe that your ‘Oh, God, fuck me hard!’ stuff last night wasn’t more than a little bit attributable to dear old Larry.”

“Maybe. Do you blame me? Are you complaining? I mean if you’d rather I didn’t say things like that when we’re doing it, maybe I should just lay there and . . . well . . .” Her voice suddenly had taken on a smooth, seductive quality. My pecker was stirring with added vigor.

“I’m curious. Please, honey, tell me the truth. If things had worked out, and we were both in agreement, would you . . . would you have gone ahead and fucked Larry?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. But only if you’d been all for it. It’s not something I . . .”

“Last year wasn’t very long ago. And I know that I’ve never seen you more turned on—ever—than you were with Chris. You’d only known him for a few hours, yet when he fucked you, it was like the fuckin’ Fourth of July.”

“Yeah, well . . . that was . . .”

“That was a major turn-on for both of us. And for Chris, I’ll bet. Hell, he musta dumped a year’s worth in you that night. You were leaking his shit for three weeks.”

“Hardly. Honey, you know we were all so turned on we couldn’t talk straight that night. And your little eruption wasn’t all that small, if you recall.”

“It’s not easy sitting there and watching all that going on without building up a full head of steam. Jeez, I amazed myself that I was able to hold off until you got your mouth on it. Of course, what with you getting your socks knocked off by Chris right then, it’s lucky you didn’t bite the head off it!”

This brought a giggle from her. I’m sure she was picturing the scene, with all its heat and chaos. It was an incredible experience, and I’m surprised we hadn’t made an effort to arrange another similar scene in the ten months or so since then. Debbie and I hadn’t talked about it all that often afterwards, except alluding to it when we were making love, which certainly added to the pleasure of the moment. In fact, this most recent trip out of town had been an undeclared opportunity to reprise the forbidden fruit of wife-sharing—neither of us had brought the subject up in relation to this trip, but I have no doubt that it was very much in the back of her mind. And I think last night with Larry was an overture in that direction. It just hadn’t jelled properly, is all.

“You know,” Debbie said, “I have to admit that I . . . oh, never mind.”

“Go on. You have to admit what?”

She sighed and exhaled through her nose. “I suppose that maybe I was kinda hoping, you know, that maybe something like that . . . what happened with Chris, I mean . . . you know.”

“That maybe we could’ve done something like that this time?” I interjected.

“Yeah. Something like that.” She turned and looked hard at me. “Does that sound awful? I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of a slut or something, you know, even thinking about that.”

“Hardly. Come on, honey, you know I’ve never said anything or acted like I was in any way disappointed in you, or even thought less of you for what happened with Chris. I was thinking just now that it would have been great if another Chris had happened this trip. I really was.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“Honey, I’ve never been so stoked as I was that night, and last night I started imagining you and Larry . . . I guess I was a little disappointed that it didn’t work out that way.”

“So was I,” she said in barely a whisper.

It appeared that our game was beginning to lose its entertainment value. “Hey, could you tell while you were dancing if Larry was . . . you know, if he was really hung?” I asked this as lightly and as uplifting (forgive the pun) as I could.

“Well, it kinda felt like it, but I’m not sure.” She sounded tentative, but willing to contribute to the theme of the conversation.

“I bet you wish you coulda found out for sure. I mean, he probably ended up stroking that bad boy for all he was worth after he got back to his room . . . after dancing with you. I can just imagine that it was long and hard, and he was jerking that sucker with nothing but you in his mind. I bet he damn near hit the ceiling when he let it fly!”

“You really think so?” Debbie said this in the form of a question, but I’m sure she was probably thinking that Larry probably did just that. Not a near-miss on the ceiling, but all the rest of it. I hoped that she was getting back into the swing of the game.

“Look,” I said, “you had me to take your sexual frustration out on. He didn’t have you. What would you have done if I hadn’t been there, if you had gone to bed alone last night? And who would have been your main fantasy while you were fingering yourself? I know, my dear, that it wouldn’t’ve been me.”

“I suppose.”

“And when you came, it would have been pretty terrific, wouldn’t it?”

She gave a little snort of amusement. “Yeah. Probably.” Debbie was beginning to exhibit a trace of a glow about her face, which was a fairly good indication that the game was again afoot.

“Would you have wanted me to be with Larry?” She didn’t look in my direction when she said this, but was toying with the hem of her dress. 

“I think so. Yeah, if he was someone you wanted to be with. Rather than, of course, someone who just happened to be there at the right place at the right time. I thought he was a good looking guy, and he turned you on, so why not?” She was pausing before speaking, apparently mulling over her words and their affect on me. “So, do you think you would have been as excited this time . . . with Larry . . .?”

“You mean, as excited as I was with you and Chris?”

“Yeah. Would you have gotten so turned on watching him . . . fuck me?”

“Oh, I think I probably would have.” I tried not to sound so blasé about it, but it was obvious to me that she knew it would.

“Would it have turned you on as much to see me enjoying it?”

“That’s the main reason I enjoy it myself, watching and hearing you getting off on it. My God, Debbie, in my entire life I’ve never been more turned on than when I saw you and Chris together. If it had been even half as hot with Larry, I would’ve hit the ceiling myself, or bruised your tonsils!”

Debbie confirmed that she was well into the spirit of the game when she lifted her hips and slid off her panties. Her fingers went straight to the center of her excitement, her eyes closing as she scrunched down on the car seat, her knees parted, and began to strum a tune on her clit. Her shoes were off and her toes gripped the carpet.

I alternated my gaze from the road ahead to what she was doing. My prick was straining against my Levis. I debated with myself whether to keep feeding her lascivious remarks, or to just let her use her own imagination to accomplish her present goal. I opted to remain quiet, other than to gently caress her left shoulder. Within two minutes, she contorted through a shuddering release.

As the orgasmic dust settled, Debbie remained in place, her eyes still closed, her active hand now resting idle on her tummy. My erection remained, but was not as turgid as before. My need for release was ever-present, but the feeling it provided was so delicious I didn’t mind holding it at bay. For the time being.

I know it sounds far too coincidental to be true, but just as Debbie was basking in her afterglow, the highway slowed from freeway speed to nearly half that, as we passed through a series of signal lights which accommodated the city that surrounded them. It took at least ten minutes of stop and go before I saw the city limits sign ahead, along with a sign that restored the speed limit to what it had been before. Just as I started to apply some pressure on the accelerator, I noticed a person standing next to the boundary marker, facing oncoming traffic. He was apparently hitchhiking.

The town we had passed was best known for a small but popular state college that had comprised the hub of the community for many decades. It was a rather common sight to see students hitchhiking, although I was not a proponent of the practice, so I had never obliged a hitcher with a ride on the many occasions I had driven through.

Perhaps I was under the influence at that moment, from the sexual intoxication that permeated our car, but I found my mind racing—at the same time as I eased off the gas pedal. The wheels were still turning—in my head and on the road—as I passed the young man who held a crude but neatly lettered cardboard sign that said ONLY 100 MILES—PLEASE.

I was probably three hundred yards beyond him before I braked to a stop on the shoulder. Debbie had broken out of her reverie with a quizzical expression.

“Honey,” I said, “would it be all right if we gave a college student a ride for a little ways? He looks all right, not like a serial killer or anything.”

She turned around in the seat, searching for the subject of my question, finally seeing him a goodly distance away.

“What . . . you never pick up hitchhikers.”

“I know, but he looks okay. It won’t be far. His sign says a hundred miles, so it won’t be any more than an hour-and-a-half or so. Come on. I’m sure it’ll be safe.”

“Whatever,” she said resignedly and nestled back into the seat.

I put the car into reverse as I saw him in the mirror begin to run toward us, spurred on by the prospect of a ride. As we closed the distance between us, I saw that he carried a small tote bag. Probably taking a break from school and going home for a few days.

He reached the car as I thumbed down Debbie’s window.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m just going a ways up the highway. Sure appreciate a lift.”

“Hop in,” I said, as trite as that sounds. He pulled open the rear door, slung his bag over to the left side of the seat, and slid in. As I slipped back into traffic, I kept glancing at our new passenger in the rear-view mirror. He looked to be maybe twenty, twenty-two at the most. He was clean shaven, his hair a little tousled but cut in a conservative style—not overly long, or shaved, for that matter. His clothing was pretty much what one would expect of a college student: faded blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt bearing the school’s logo.

“My name’s Ben,” he volunteered.

“I’m Bill, this is my wife, Debbie.”

“Pleased to meet you. Thanks again for the ride.” I didn’t point out to him that he needn’t have thanked us again for the ride, since he hadn’t thanked us before. “Sometimes I’ve had to stand there for a couple hours, waiting for someone to pick me up. I’m going home, over in Needles, for a week. Finished finals, so I really need a break.”

“You a senior, or . . .” I inquired.

“Naw, just a junior. This time next year I’ll have my degree and I’ll really take a break. Thinking about maybe Europe for a month or so. Just to get schoolwork out of my system.”

Ben sounded fairly squared away. From what I could see, he was a good-looking young man, slender but athletic in stature. Mom and Dad’s pride and joy, I’m sure.

Debbie had apparently begun to tune in to the same frequency as I was on, finally realizing why I had picked the young man up. She sat up and turned to face him.

“So what are you majoring in?” she asked.

“Psychology. My dad’s a psychologist, and I figure he’ll be a big help, especially when I go for my PhD. He’s got a private practice, but I guess it’d be smart for me to try for a position with an institution somewhere, just to get started.”

“Fascinating,” she replied. “Bill and I were just talking about psychological stuff, like motivation, and stimulus and response, and whatnot.” I surreptitiously poked her in the thigh with my knuckle. As I did that, my eye caught sight of her panties lying against the firewall of her foot space, well within Ben’s view if he merely leaned forward. Our car is a Honda Accord, which has plenty of passenger space, but is not particularly spacious.

“Oh, yeah? Well, that’s, uh, part of it, all right.” He was patronizing her—he knew it and she knew it. But that didn’t dissuade her. I had the sneaking suspicion that she was becoming predatory.

“Yeah, in fact, we were talking about human sexuality, and how different people react to the same stimuli. Like when a man, or let’s say a woman, is feeling especially . . . horny . . . how sometimes she reacts the same way in one situation as she did in a similar one that occurred before.” 

“Uh, yeah, I suppose . . .”

“And if they do, how predictable is that? I mean if, say, the woman had fucked a guy while her husband watched, and he enjoyed it and she enjoyed it, then what is the probability that when another guy came along who turned her on, and her husband gave her the green light, that she and this new guy would end up fucking each other in front of the husband again?”

“Uh, well, I suppose it would be a matter of . . .”

“I mean, would it be expected? Would it be no more . . . what? . . . trashy of her to do it than it was the first time? Or any more perverted for the husband to cream like a stud stallion from the sheer excitement of it all?”

“I, uh, suppose not, but . . . well . . . I guess it wouldn’t be all that unusual, under the circumstances . . .” Ben was squirming around in the back seat. Debbie had to turn a complete one-eighty to look directly at him, since his bag was on the seat behind me, and he was sitting exactly behind Debbie.

“Look, Ben,” she continued, “I’m sure you’ve gotten turned on before. Maybe it wasn’t because your girlfriend was fucking your best friend in front of you or anything, or you were fucking her best friend in front of her, but from a man’s perspective, and not just a psych major, don’t you think that any man or woman in this situation would behave predictably, and act on their impulses?”

Before he had the opportunity to respond, Debbie raised the ante.

“Hey, I’m getting a stiff neck here. Why don’t we move that bag so you can sit behind Bill, and I won’t have to strain my neck to talk to you?”

She raised up on her knees as she said this and leaned over to grasp the bag in the back seat. I knew—I knew—that the cut of her dress allowed her tits to be intentionally displayed in all their glory to Ben’s gaze. A glance in the mirror at his image and visual focus confirmed it. Debbie lifted the bag as Ben slid over behind me, then plopped it down where he had been sitting.

I don’t mind telling you that I was as hard as the proverbial rock, and I had no doubt that Debbie’s inner thighs were getting slimed, knowing what was developing. I didn’t have to see it for myself to know that Ben must have been straining the seams of his zipper. Unless he was a . . . oh no, he’s got to be straight! He just has to be.

Debbie remained on her knees, facing Ben over her backrest. “Ben, I know I’m asking a lot of an undergraduate, but I’m also relying on your judgment as a man. Don’t you think that a woman deserves to satisfy her needs, as much as a man, and that she shouldn’t be made to feel dirty if she’s only behaving in a natural way to satisfy her urges?”

All of this verbiage was certainly not Debbie’s style, but I recognized that she was talking this way as part of the role she had assumed, that of a woman talking to a shrink, seeking guidance. It was pure theater, and was not intended to be taken or interpreted as anything but. Ben was still squirming, although I did detect more sustained eye contact with Debbie as she ranted on. I read this as a connection: he was paying attention and he was hearing the message. I was hearing it all too well, as the miles zipped past with nary a notice. We might have traveled ten miles or sixty miles; I was transfixed.

Debbie must have divined even greater insight from their interaction, as she apparently felt the time was right to make the next overt move. She maneuvered her right leg, then her left through the separation between the front seats and made her way into the back seat. I could only imagine how much of her lower female anatomy was exposed in the process, considering that she was wearing a loose-fitting dress with no panties. In any event, Debbie was now sitting alongside Ben. She had pushed the bag down into the space behind the front passenger seat into the foot well, freeing up the length of the rather short bench seat on which she and Ben were positioned.




The Game and the Hitchhiker



I was having increased difficulty seeing all that I wanted to see in the mirror, so I made an on-the-spot decision to pull the car over. I parked well off the roadway onto the hardpan shoulder, some six feet from the path of passing traffic. Once at rest, I was then able to turn around and see what was transpiring.

Debbie and Ben lost no time in cementing their attraction, albeit brief in duration, as they hugged and kissed with abandon. By this I mean that they were abandoning any pretense and were plunging tongues. And I hoped that something else would soon be plunging—into Debbie’s most hallowed and inviting receptacle.

As Ben began pawing at her breasts over the material of the dress, then pulled the neckline down and under them to touch her bare nipples, I impulsively opened my trousers and bared my erection for access to my hand. There was a lot of pre-orgasmic fluid seeping out, which provided adequate lubrication for my stimulation. I didn’t take my eyes off of them as I stroked myself to even more rigid extremes.

Ben had commenced kissing and nibbling on Debbie’s nipples, which drove her yet further to distraction. His hand had made its way to her crotch, and was fingering the swamp that was engulfing his touch. I saw that her hand was atop the bulge in his jeans, kneading it to greater proportions. It wasn’t long before she was fumbling at the clasps on his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping the cage that contained what she was seeking to liberate. Soon, his stiff member sprung into view, which Debbie wasted no time in grasping.

She unabashedly zeroed in on it, kissing first, then licking, then taking the head into her warm mouth. Ben noticeably reacted to this, his mouth opening and his head lolling back, as Debbie consumed his erection with her tongue, lips and palate. I felt a sudden twinge of concern that she would overwhelm Ben and prematurely bring an end to the excruciating excitement that was unfolding in front of me. They both seemed to sense the same foreboding, as she readily allowed herself to be flipped around and down so he could bury his face against her pussy.

Ben hungrily attacked with finesse her gaping and swollen lips, licking her most sensitive tissue, then plunging his tongue as far as it would reach into the volcano that churned out the lava of her innermost molten core. Debbie was spasming with orgasmic release in mere seconds. He kept at it, bringing her to another climax soon after, as he alternated between her clit and her pulsating cunt. I’ve seen Debbie come many, many times, even with Chris, but I’ve never witnessed her convulsing, writhing so violently as she was under Ben’s oral assault.

It was predictable but nonetheless incredibly welcome, when Ben arranged Debbie on the car seat so her pussy was open and vulnerable to his penetration. His pants were only down at his knees, and Debbie’s legs were splayed as far as the confines of the car would allow, but all that was needed was for him to be able to stick his stiff prick into her waiting cunt. And that was accomplished without delay or impedance. Ben slipped it into her and promptly buried it up to his balls.

I, in the meantime, had a monster in my fist that wanted nothing more than to spit fire.

Ben banged Debbie with determination, as she kicked and bucked against his thrusts, both anxious to achieve whatever goals their respective hormonal and atavistic impulses demanded. I banged away too, my strokes careful and calculated and reserved, not wanting to be the first of this trio to achieve release and pursuant indifference.

Debbie was firing off one orgasm after another, even though she had only achieved this with me when I was doing her from behind, and rarely in the classic missionary position. With Chris, he had brought her off with her on top—twice—and only once when he banged her while he was on top, and that was when he was accelerating his pace in the waning seconds before he unloaded in her. I intuitively knew that Debbie’s responsiveness in the back seat was a product of the intensity of the whole scene, and the fact that a desirable man more than twenty years her junior was between her legs. Yes, Debbie and I are both in our early forties. Surprising?

Ben was not immune to the affect of Debbie’s orgasmic response. He quickened his thrusts and murmured something about his need to ejaculate. Debbie gave him the go-ahead by uttering, “Come! Come in me!” And that’s what he did, with cars and people whizzing by only a few feet away.

Ben locked his hips and spasmodically used his entire body to pump his seed, jet after jet, into Debbie’s depths, as his balls quavered against her anus. She locked her left leg around his thigh, the only leg she could free, holding him tightly to the receptive embrace of her femininity. She accepted all that he could ejaculate into her, the spurts warming her already hot vaginal vault and cervical portal, knowing that natural expulsion and gravity would soon drain from her all but a trace of these precious fluids, however deep within her the semen was deposited.

My own precious fluids were bottled up and bursting at the seams. I managed to employ will power—and a promise to myself that I would indulge my urges in due time—in order to stay the impending flood that threatened to max out the capacity of my damn . . . balls!

Ben finished up, and Debbie purred accordingly, while they remained coupled for several more minutes. I decided to sublimate my urges and fired up the car. In no time we were back on the highway, and it took Debbie a few minutes before she climbed back into her designated seat alongside me. Ben arranged himself and sat there without uttering a word. In fact, no one said squat until we reached the off-ramp that Ben had earlier mentioned as his drop-off point. He got out and gave his perfunctory thank you’s to both of us, pausing to touch Debbie’s arm as he exited. She, in turn, didn’t offer so much as a Thanks for the fuck, only telling him to take care. That surprised me, but also reinforced in my mind that she was accepting the reality that a fuck is a fuck, but her love—for me—is much more enduring.

Back on the road, my semen still simmering and ready to boil, Debbie had the presence of mind to recognize the state I was in. She said not a word as she dipped down to expose my semi-flaccid member. In three shakes of a lamb’s tail, it was up and anxious. It took mere seconds for me to inundate her tonsils with a grateful expulsion of pent-up, husbandly sincere load of vicarious outpourings. She damn near choked on it.



The Game Begins



It's been two years and I've been crushing on him like mad. It's not just me, there are many other girls who'll spread their legs for him in a heartbeat. 

After all, he looks like a Perfectly handsome Greek god! His chiseled face and body, his perfect skin, his blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Just one look and any girl will be ready to drop her panties for him.

We're in our classroom and he's sitting far away from me. I manage to look at him every now and then. Finally, the boring lecture ends. 

I put on my earphones and listen to some music. I do not turn around to look at him. I always pretend that I do not give a shit about him. I think he might've left the classroom. I get up and turn around. We run into each other and then fall together. 

He's lying right on top of me. My legs spread wide, he's in between my legs. I can feel his hard-on exactly where I want it. His lips on almost on mine. But the pain I feel in the back of my head makes me scream. He manages to get up and then helps me up. 

It's the closest I've ever been to a guy. I've never been kissed. I give him an angry look and turn around.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you" he says.

"Watch when you walk" I reply. 

"Well, I'd rather not" he grins.

"And why is that?" I snap.

"Because I'd like to kiss you." he flirts. 

"That ain't happening" I try hard not to blush but he catches me anyway. 

"Then what was it? And if it wasn't, why're you blushing?" he grins like a devil that he is.

"I'm not blushing" I snap.

"Then look at me when I'm talking to you. Turn. Around." He orders.

"Who do you think you are?" I bark and turn around to look at him. 

Before I can figure anything out, I'm pinned against the wall. His hand in my hair, tugging on them so my head says in place. His lips capture mine. 

Oh god! This is the best feeling ever. 

His free hand moves to my back and slowly starts making its way south. He grabs my ass and squeezes each but. It's almost a tsunami down there. I'm so wet. 

It's a dance of tongues and lips. His lips are soft but his kiss is brutal. He kisses me like his life depends on it. So desperate like he's been waiting for this moment too.

Finally, my hands reach for his hair. I stand on my toes. It's no longer a dance, it's a war. I kiss him harder, he replies with a groan and pushes his tongue deeper. 

I lift my right leg and caress his leg with my toe. He puts his muscles to work and lifts me up and seats me on a table. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. Once again, I feel that little beast against my aching pussy. 

I wonder how good would it feel if these layers of clothing weren't a barrier. I feel him smiling. He bites my lip hard and ends the kiss. I groan and try to kiss him again. 

"Stop!" He orders. I pull back and look down, feeling a pang of rejection. Frustrated that one minute he's preying on my lips and the other he stops me so rudely. 

As we both catch our breath, I unwrap my legs and take my hands away from his body. 

He takes a step back.He checks me out, like he always does. 

His intense eyes, piercing right into me. The look that turns me on like nothing else. A panty-melting smile playing on his lips, a sexy glint in his eyes. I blush. 

"You're flushed, your hair is mussed up. You look good enough to eat." He winks. 

My jaw drops, heartbeat races, breath quickens and he enjoys the show. He pulls me close, I shiver. 

"That was on hell of a kiss. You're so good." 

He compliments as he runs a finger from my forehead to my ear to my neck and the outlines my collarbone. I close my eyes and feel him. Am I dreaming?

This perfectly handsome man holding me in his arms, flirting with me, teasing me and kissing me! holy fuck! He nibbles my ear. I feel my panties getting wetter as each second passes by.

"How many men have had the pleasure to kiss those rosy lips?" He whispers. 

His breath on my skin sends shivers spiking through my body.

"I've never been kissed." I look down and reply.

"What the bloody fuck?" He replies in shock. I blush and struggle to get out of his embrace. 

He holds me tighter and pulls me closer. 

"How did you want your first kiss to be?" He asks.

"Passionate and rough." I reply and bite my lip.

I kiss him again. He kisses me hard. His right hand is on my throat, choking me just a little.

He leaves my throat as slips a hand under my shirt. I gasp and shiver as he cups my boob with his left hand and his right hand slowly makes its way towards my pussy. 

He strokes my pussy with a finger, his touch feather light and pleasure surges through me. I moan. He drags my bra down and gives my nipple a sharp tweak. I moan louder.

And then I hear the students in the hallway. I realise where we are and "holy shit!" I push him away. I grab my bag and run to the ladies room. He stands there, panting. 

I look at myself in the mirror. Completely flushed and my hair a complete mess. I try to process it all. I have had a crush on him since the very moment I laid eyes on him. 

He's the perfect bad boy and he looks like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine. I've worked so hard to look good enough for him. I was an average looking introvert back then. But now, I look like a sex bomb. 

I have the hottest guys at my college running after me. I can take my pick anytime I want. There's only one man who has the same reputation as mine. It's him. Ashton Harper. The guy who just kissed me.

But right now I need more. I need to cum. I need his tongue, his fingers and his cock inside me. Fucking me till I forget my own name. 

I'll have to finish myself off, I can't have him. I sigh with disappointment and right then the door flies open and there he is! Today is my lucky day! The heavens have heard my prayers. 

He takes my wrist and pulls me into one of the stalls. He pins me against the wall and kisses me savagely. He plants kisses on my face and down my throat. 

"How dare you run away like that? I ain't done with you yet baby." A sly grin plays on his lips but there's also a ring of anger to his tone.

Before I know it, he pulls my shorts down, turns me around and I hear a sharp crack. My butt stings. "Fuck!" I scream.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

His breathing rugged. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! 

I cry as every slap lands on my butt.

"Don't you dare run away like that. Do you understand?" He awaits my reply. 

Crack! 

"Do. You. Understand?" He spanks me again.

"Yes! Fuck! Yes!" I cry. 

"Good girl. Mmm. What are those wet panties hiding?" He slips a finger in my panties and stars pulling them down. 

I freeze. "Ash.. Uh.."

"Shhh! Calm down baby! You know you've waited for this and so have I." He tries to calm me down.

I close my eyes and try to relax as I breathe deeper. My eyes open with shock as I feel his tongue there. Oh god! What is this madness? It feels... So. Fucking. Good. I moan as the pleasure drives me crazy. I angle myself to give him access. 

"Does my filthy princess like this? Mmm! You taste so good!" He asks, his voice husky with lust. 

I push my ass back in response. I'm lost in ecstasy. Now I feel his fingers on my clit. It adds to the pleasure. He's going faster now. Flicking his tongue, lapping at my cunt hungrily and rubbing my clit just right. He's a miracle. I don't ever want this to stop.

Both of us moaning and groaning. Completely lost. Raw animalistic lust takes over us. He turns me around. Puts my legs on his shoulders, giving him full access to my hungry pussy. I take off my shirt and bra. Now fully naked and unashamed.

I start pinching and pulling my nipples. Squeezing my tits. It turns him on and he flickers his tongue on my clit, faster now. I'm so close to my orgasm, I start to shiver violently. 

He slides a finger inside my cunt and starts to finger fuck me hard and fast. I lose my mind. I feel his little finger around my tight asshole. Before I can even try to stop him, I feel it pushing inside me. 

He's using both my holes and licking me so good. I can't think of anything else. I've lost all sense. I'm out of my mind. Finally, I orgasm. It has to be the best orgasm of my life. I ride my orgasm in spasms as he licks me clean. 

"Oh baby!" He smiles, looking pleased. 

All of a sudden there's a knock at the door. 

"Come out both of you! You're in trouble. You're gonna get suspended for such indecency. Come . Out. Right. Now!" 

"Shit!" We both exclaim together. 

"Well, ma'am one of us did come. It'll only be fair if we both do. Gives us another 10 minutes." He teases & puts me down. 

I giggle. 

"You're throat deep in trouble, boy!" She scolds. 

"Right now, what I want is, to be throat deep in her. 10 minutes please." He says seriously. 

I get down on knees and unzip his pants and take out his fly. It's so huge, I stare at it. Trying to figure out, how do I fit it in my mouth. I stroke it slowly, real slow. My touch feather light. 

"I won't break, baby!" He cups my hand and builds the Rhythm. 

I start to pump and stroke. I pump that beast, hard and Fast. I see his pupils dilate and smile wickedly. Even though I'm on my knees, I feel powerful. 

There's a bang on the door now. 

"Fuck off!" He yells. 

"You both are expelled!" A man yells back. 

The teachers outside keep yelling but we don't care.

I stroke him harder now and take his cock in my mouth, taking him by surprise. I cup his balls and start to play with them. 

"Fuck!" He reaches out for support. 

I smile. I swirl my tongue around his monster cock. I flicker it on the sensitive spot beneath the head. I suck on it hungrily. He's close, I can tell. 

He fists my hair and I angle my head. He starts fucking my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and I go red. He feels so good in my mouth, it's gonna be so much better in my pussy. I groan as he fucks it harder now.

He grunts and with one final thrust, he spurts his hot torrent in my mouth. I swallow it all. I lick him clean. 

Our breathing rugged. He bends down to kiss me. He pulls me up and hugs me tight, planting kisses on my head. For the first time, I feel it wasn't just lust. He dresses me up quickly but keeps my panties with him. He zips and buttons his jeans. We walk out of the door. 

To be continued...