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The Gift

By: dawoolef



Beth asked me to have sex with her husband. His fortieth birthday was a week away and Beth thought that fucking an eighteen year old would make him feel better about turning forty. Though her request surprised me, I was not unwilling. To be honest, I liked the idea. And the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. The more I wanted to do it. 

After graduating from high school, I got a job as a salesperson at a woman's clothing store in the mall. Beth was the store manager. She was twice my age but we hit it off from the moment we met. During the next few weeks, we became friends. We ate lunch together two or three times a week. We discussed everything from the new clothes we received at the store to the customers we sold them to. We talked about the guys I dated and the guys Beth dated before she got married. We liked the same food and music as well as clothing. I really liked her, a lot.

Beth was about five feet, eight inches tall. She had long, thick, strawberry blond hair. Her face was pretty but not glamorous. She was a little over weight but far from being fat. Her double D breasts were round and full and heavy. She had wide, rounded hips and a large, firm, sexy ass. Her legs were thick but very well shaped. 

I met her husband, Steve, several times when he picked Beth up from work. I liked him, too. He was over six feet tall with short, dark hair, a ruggedly handsome face, and a muscular, athletic build. 

So when Beth asked me to sleep with her husband, my first question was, "When?"

"His birthday party is on Saturday night," Beth told me, "So I'd like you to come over Friday. That way we can fuck all night and sleep all day and still be ready for the party

"Does he know about me coming over?" I asked.

"No, I want it to be a surprise," Beth said.

"Will you be there?" I wanted to know.

"If you don't mind," Beth told me, "I'd like to watch." She told me the address and what time to be there. 

"What should I wear?" I wanted to know. 

"Wear whatever you want," Beth told me, "Just be sure its sexy and comes off easily."

On Friday, I got home from work at a little past six. My mother was in the kitchen, cooking dinner. I said hi and headed upstairs before she could get me into a conversation. In my room, I stripped naked then ran across the hall into the bathroom. I showered and dried myself then studied my nude image in the mirror.

I was five-six and weighed one hundred and twenty six pounds. My hair was short and dark, highlighted with blond streaks. I had a pretty face with big, green eyes, a tiny nose and a small mouth with full, pouty lips. 

I did have a nice body. My measurements were 34C-25-35. My breasts were very firm and stood straight out. I had rounded hips and a firm, tight ass. My legs were slim and well shaped.

I stepped back into the tub and sat down on the rim. First, I shaved my armpits then my legs and finally my pubic mound. I shaved it clean then rubbed moisturizer over my legs and pussy and also between the cheeks of my ass. As I did, my finger rubbed against my rectum and a thrill of electricity shot through me. I let my finger press into my tight, little hole, sending a bolt of pleasure through my body. I was instantly and totally aroused. I pulled my fingers back to my pussy and, sitting on the rim of the tub, rubbed my clit and plunged the fingers of my other hand in and out of my hot, wet pussy, and tight asshole, until I had an orgasm.

When my mind and body got back to normal, I did my make-up; eyebrow pencil, eye liner and a hint of light green eye shadow. I applied reddish pink lip gloss and a touch of pink blush. I put a line of fragrance around my neck, then a drop behind each ear, between my breasts and down to my belly button, across my pubic mound and in the crease where my thighs and my torso came together. Finished, I went back to my room, still naked.

I put on a white, strapless bra and white panties, followed by a red tank top, that angled over my left shoulder, leaving my right shoulder bare, and a denim, wrap-a-round skirt that ended at the middle of my thighs. I slipped on white ankle socks and white running shoes. I also took a small over night bag with some make up and clothes for the next day. 

It was a little past seven when I grabbed my blue cardigan and went downstairs.

I told my mother that I was going out with some girls from work. I told her not to worry if I didn't come home because I was probably going to stay overnight with a girlfriend. I told my mother that a lot. I don't know if she believed me or not but it did not really matter. She just smiled and told me to have a nice time. I smiled back and told her I would.

My car was in the driveway, alongside the house. I opened my door and tossed the cardigan and over night bag in the back seat. Then I raised my skirt and pushed my panties down and off. They too went in the back seat. Sitting down, with my feet on the ground, I removed my shoes and socks, replacing them with red, high heeled sandals I had bought on the way home. I shoved my shoes and socks behind my seat and lifted my feet into the car. Finally, I leaned forward, reached up under the back of my tank top and unhooked my strapless bra. 

Wearing just the tank top, denim skirt and high heeled sandals, I started the car, backed out of the driveway and headed for Beth and Steve's house. And I did it without having to answer any of my mother's questions. 

The house was a large, L shape ranch made of glass and brick. It was located in the suburb next to where I lived. I turned into the drive, parked and walked to the front door.

Beth opened the door wearing a red, low cut blouse that exposed the top of a black, lace bra and her magnificent cleavage. A white skirt outlined her hips and ass perfectly. On her feet she was wearing white pumps with spiked heels and pointed toes. "You look great!" Beth said, smiling happily. "So do you," I told her.

Steve was sitting on the couch, watching television. He looked genuinely surprised when Beth lead me into the living room. "Hi, Paige," he said, "What are you doing here?" I told him that Beth had invited me. Beth stepped behind me and took the hem of my top in her fingers. "I wanted to give you a special birthday present." she told Steve, slowly lifting the bottom of my tank top. The higher she raised it the wider Steve's eyes became. She held the bottom of my tank top in her hands, gathered just under my breasts. "Shall I continue?" she asked Steve. He shifted his position and said, "Yes! Definitely!" she pulled the cloth up, exposing my breasts to Steve's hungry eyes. "Jesus," I heard him mutter. I raised my arms so that Beth could lift my top completely off. "Is this for real?" Steve asked.

Beth walked to the couch so that she could see me, too. "Of course, baby," Beth said, sitting down next to Steve and putting her arm around his shoulders. "Paige is yours for the night." 

"Is that true?" Steve asked me. With both Steve and Beth staring at me, I realized how much I liked being looked at. I moved my hands to my waist, unhooking the fastener. "You can do anything you want," I told Steve, letting the skirt fall to the floor. "and I will do anything you want me to." I stood there, naked except for my high heeled sandals, letting Steve and Beth look at me. My nipples were tingling and my pussy was so wet I could feel the juices trickling down my inner thighs. I felt totally aroused yet completely comfortable. Standing there, naked and excited, I knew this was going to be the happiest, most wonderful experience of my life. 

"Happy Birthday, baby." Beth said, kissing Steve passionately, deeply.

"Are you going to take your clothes off, too?" Steve asked. Beth turned to face Steve and moved her hand to the top button of his shirt. "First, I think you should get undressed," she told her husband, "What do you think, Paige?" She began unbuttoning Steve's shirt. "I definitely agree," I said. Wearing just my shoes, I moved to them, dropped to my knees between Steve's legs and opened his jeans.

With his pants unsnapped and unzipped, I pulled his shoes off his feet. When I looked up, I saw that Beth had his shirt off. They were kissing, their tongues playing together as Beth pulled his undershirt up. I tugged his jeans down and pulled them off and away from his feet. Then I reached up for the waistband of his briefs. His cock caused a large bulge in his underwear. When I pulled the shorts down, and his cock popped free, I gasped. It was huge. A line I had once read came into my mind: "As long and thick as a baby's arm."

Beth's hand encircled the thick shaft and slowly stroked it. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked me. The small of my back tingled with excitement. I could not wait any longer. "It's fantastic," I said, putting my hands on the couch cushion's edge. As Beth stroked the long, thick rod, a drop of pre cum oozed out of Steve's cock. I opened my mouth, moved my head forward and let the tip of the reddish purple crown enter my mouth. Steve groaned as I swirled my tongue around the crown then stretched my lips over the head and gently sucked it in. Beth took her hand away and I slowly filled my mouth with the thick, smooth, rock hard shaft. I loved the way the over-sized member felt in my mouth and I loved the way having it in my mouth made me feel. With my eyes closed, I slid my mouth back and forth on the hard, warm rod. I pulled back and ran my tongue, and my lips, up and down the sides and underside of it's entire length. Then I kissed and licked and sucked his large, heavy sack until every square centimeter of his cock and balls was covered with my saliva. 

Steve put his hands on the sides of my face, holding my head in place as he spread his legs, making it easier for his cock to slide into my mouth. He slowly moved his hips up and down and each time he moved his hips upwards, he moved my head downward, sliding and holding his cock deep inside my mouth. "That sure looks like fun," Beth said, "She really likes sucking cock." I took a deep breadth and pushed my head down, with all my strength, letting the crown of Steve's cock slip into my throat, gagging me. "Ooohhh FUCK!!!" Steve groaned, holding my head down, my nose and lips pressed into the thick patch of hair that surrounded the long, thick pole. When I finally pulled away, gasping for breath, a long, thick stream of my saliva stretched out between my mouth and Steve's cock. 

"Take it easy, baby," I heard Beth tell him, "We have all night. Let's go in the bedroom and get comfy."

Holding hands, Beth and Steve walked to the bedroom as I followed them. Beth had removed her clothing, except for her red thong and white spikes. I could not take my eyes off the flexing muscles of Beth's big, round ass. When we got to the bedroom, Steve lay down across the bed and, smiling at me, stroked his long, thick member, as though offering it to me. I was happy to get back to what I had been doing. 

As I knelt on the edge of the bed, I took Steve's cock in my hand, looked at Beth and told her, "I never did this before. Not with the guy's wife watching."

Beth removed her shoes then smiled as she pushed the thong down. "I'll be joining you in one minute," she said, now completely naked. Her breasts hung without sagging. Her pussy was shaved clean, except for an inch wide landing strip, directly above her slit. 

I turned back to Steve, lowered my head and began licking and flicking the cock's crown. I kissed and licked the shaft and balls. Gripping his cock, I rubbed and squeezed the hard, saliva covered rod as I sucked his balls and licked the flesh under his sack.. 

I felt Beth pull my shoes off my feet. Then I felt her hands on my butt. "God, you have a great ass," she said. She spread my cheeks apart and suddenly her tongue was probing my ass-hole. It felt so good and it was such a surprise that I had an mini-orgasm. I groaned against Steve's cock and my body shuttered as Beth pushed her tongue deeper into my ass. "I really need to be fucked," I said as I moved up to straddle Steve's hips. I lowered my hips and we both groaned as his tool penetrated my hungry, throbbing channel. "All the way," I told him, "Push it all the way in!" Steve pushed his hips upward, as I bore down, sending the full length of hard meat deep into my belly.

Beth got on the bed, next to me. Without warning, her mouth covered the nipple of my left breast. She began sucking and licking, making me gasp and moan as she massaged my other breast. My mind was whirling, lost in an over load of pleasure. Beth's hand moved down my stomach. Her finger slid over my hairless mound, into the top of my slit and onto my clitoris. "Ooohhhh yessssss," I groaned as she rubbed my clit. I rolled my hips, stroking Steve's cock with my tight, wet pussy. Ecstasy flooded over my body. Beth put one arm around my shoulders and continued to play with my clit as she kissed me, long and hard, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. 

When she pulled her head back, she was breathing short, quick breaths. "Get on your knees," Beth directed me, her voice a raspy whisper.

I knelt on the bed with my head and shoulders on the mattress, my ass up. Steve was kneeling behind me slowly fucking my pussy. "Do you like it in the ass?" Beth asked, as Steve gripped my hips. "Yeah, I do," I answered, "I love it in the ass." Looking back between my legs, I saw Steve pull away far enough for Beth to get her head between us. She let a large glob of saliva drip from her mouth, onto my ass-hole. She spread the saliva over my rectum with her tongue then gripped Steve's cock and guided it into my ass.

As Steve's cock pushed into my ass hole, pulled back to the head and pushed in again, Beth lay on her back next to me and worked her head between my legs. She slowly, lovingly licked and sucked my pussy as her husband's cock plowed my ass. My entire body was one, raw nerve. All I felt was warmth and pressure and pleasure.

It might have been a minute or it could have been an hour that Steve's cock was in my ass, his wife's tongue in my pussy. I was floating, flying, somewhere I had never been before. "Oh shit," I heard Steve groan as he shoved the full length of his pole into me, "OH FUCK!!!" The warm cream spurted, again and again, shooting deep into my ass, leaving me gasping and shuddering as orgasm after orgasm spread pleasure and warmth through my entire body.

Steve pulled away but Beth remained next to me. She slid further under me while her hands urged my body onto her's. Her body felt hot, smooth and firm under mine. I lay still, breathing heavily as I rested my cheek on her belly. I could feel her hands spreading my ass cheeks and her tongue licking the flesh below my rectum. I realized that she was licking up Steve's cum as it dribbled out of my ass.

I raised my head and looked down at the thick lips of Beth's sex swollen pussy and the pink, glistening flesh of her inner slit. As I did, I felt Beth's tongue move down to my pussy, slip in and out of my channel, then further down to my clit. Nervously, almost timidly, I lowered my head and with a groan of surrender, for the first time in my life, I tasted another woman's cunt. 

The taste, the smell, the feel of Beth's pussy excited me even more. I ran my tongue over the pink, sensitive flesh then sucked her clitoris and labia into my mouth. I licked and sucked on the firm, slippery flesh, making Beth groan and sigh as she fingered my pussy and ass hole.

I worked my arms between her legs, spreading and pushing them back until her hips swiveled upwards, exposing her ass hole. Then I lowered my head and probed her rectum with my tongue, surprised by my willingness, my eagerness, to please her. I wanted to make her cum but I was also enjoying the feel of her pussy, her flesh, on my lips and it's taste on my tongue. 

I felt Steve's cock slide into my pussy, fucking slowly as his wife continued to eat me. 

"Cum on my face, baby," Beth said.

A moment later, Steve moved faster and deeper inside me then pulled out. He groaned and grunted and I could hear Beth say, "That's it, babe. That's it. Drown me!!"

My own orgasm exploded deep in my belly and as my body flooded with hot pleasure, I passed out.

The Gift!



I have had a few readers ask for the order if the stories about the adventures of Terry, Betty and my self. I can’t go back and # them all but all of the stories in the future will have * and the #. To those of you who fallow them thanks. Again no apologies for the spelling or grammar I just do this for fun and as another way to expose my ladies in public! This one is a little long so just bare with me!

Saturday morning and the sun was coming into the bedroom making me feel warm. I move to my right to find the bed empty so I turn to my left and snuggle up to my girl friends soft ass. I had just about dosed back off when I felt the bed move. I rolled onto my back to find my wife Terry kneeling with one knee on the bed and setting a big tray of coffee and sweet rolls on the bed. She was wearing only a smile and some tine little t-back thing panties. She always dressed like that for me on the weekend knowing how much I loved looking at her like that.

“Good morning.” She said with a big smile.

“Hi baby.” I said as I set up. “That my dear is just what the doctor ordered!” I felt Betty turn over and then she wrapped her self around me pushing her tummy into my naked back. I put my hand back over her hip and cupped her ass cheek. “And this makes it perfect!”

I took the cup of coffee Terry offered me as Betty moved to set Indian stile next to the tray. Her naked little pussy opened it’s flower to me and I felt my self lengthen as I looked at her clit slipping it’s hard little head from between her soft hairless lips. She smiled at me and her nipples grew under my gaze. Terry moved over kissing Betty softly and then gently moved onto the other side of the bed so the three of us were setting next to the round tray. She picked up a cinnamon roll and took a bite. You have no idea how hot it is to watch a lady eating a role in bed when all she is wearing is a white shear T-back panty. Again my cock let me know it had been a few days and was more than ready to plug into either or both of my lovers!

We had our bed custom made when Betty had moved in with us and at eight feet square there was more than enough room of us to set and have our breakfast snack. I could see that Betty wanted to talk about something at she looked from Terry to me. I could also see a slight smile on Terry’s sweet lips as she took another bite of roll.

“Ok what’s up besides this?” I pointed to my now fully erect dick.

“Do you want to tell him or should I”? Asked Betty as she reached over taking my cock in her hand. She gave it a couple of pulls and went back to her coffee.

“No sweet hart. This is your idea so you tell him and Sam I am behind her one hundred percent on this.” Terry said.

I took a sip of my coffee. “Well what am I in for now?”

“Wait a minuet sweet hart.” Betty got up and kissed me. “I’ll be right back!”

I looked at Terry and she just smiled and shook her head. “OH you are going to like this Sam!”

I pointed to her soft woman hood as I looked at how her panties had pulled up between her vagina lips. “Well I know I would like some of that!” I said.

“She laughed. “Just relax big boy I am sure you are going to get lucky in more ways than one today!”

Betty walked back into the room as Terry slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom. She had brushed her hair and put on her make up just the way I liked it, which was very light. She had also slipped on a white sports bra and some black spandex bike shorts. The little ring in her belly button caught my eye as she moved back onto the bed. 

“What were you going to talk to me about?” I asked.

“We can wait for Terry. Just drink your coffee.” She was a little nervous as she spoke really making me wonder what was up! 

Terry came back into the room wearing one of my white shirts unbuttoned and tied just below her big 36c breasts. This meant I could see a whole lot of them when she moved and her dark nipples were plainly on display to any one that looked at her. Her shorts were white and glove tight and I could just make out her dark little landing strip bush as she walked to us.

Betty had not said any thing as she sat on the bed waiting for Terry but I could see she was enjoying letting me look at her. Her nipples were hard making little points in her bra top as Terry moved to stand beside her at the foot of the bed.

“Ok Sam, I know how much you love your sail boat, but it’s to dam small for the three of us. When we spend the night on her we sleep right on top of each other and well, shit Sam it’s just to small!” she took Terry’s hand. “So,” She looked at Terry for support. “I want us to go today and buy a bigger one!” I started to say something and she put up her hand to stop me. “Terry and I talked about it and she told me about the one you have dreamed of for the last couple of years.” She reached over pushing some hair up off of my forehead. “So Terry and I went to look at it the other day. We found we liked it to and want to take you to see it right now.” She put her arm around Terry. “Dressed just like this to make it a little more fun for you!”

I smiled at the thought of my girls going out in their short outfits. “Well I guess, if that’s what you are offering. But just how sweet is the pot? I mean I love what are you wearing, so ok we can go look I suppose."

Betty smiled at me. “OH I can see you are thinking. You’re thinking about taking us out and showing us off and then not buying any thing! Sam I know it’s because of the money.” She leaned onto the bed taking her coffee.

I looked at Terry and she just smiled at me. “She has it all worked out so just listen!”

“Thanks sweet hart.” Betty cupped Terry’s soft bottom. “The guy at the marina said he will give you what you want for your boat in trade. That will knock the price way down.” She stood up and walked across the bed stopping so that her pussy was just even with my face. She knelt down over me and set between my legs so that her spandex covered pussy was rubbing on my hard cock. She wrapped her arms around me and I could see some tear’s in her eye as she spoke to me again. “Sam I love you! We have been together as a family for well over a year now and I think that the three of us are mated for life. Don’t you?”

I pulled her closer kissing her eyes. I looked at Terry to see her smiling at me. “Yes Betty I think we will be with each other from now on. I love you to.” I put my arm up to Terry and she moved over on to the bed next to us. I pulled her down kissing her as she sat next to us. She leaned in kissing Betty softly as I held her in my arms. Man how I loved watching them kiss!

“Betty sweet hart you are right we are a family. It’s ok!” Terry said and she kissed her again and then kissed me.

“Ok then,” Betty started again, “I have the money left over from when the ass hole,” she never said his name any more. It was just ass hole when she talked about him, “sold the house. Sam it is a lot of money and I want us to buy this fucking boat!”

“Ok, OK, Shees!” I kissed her again. “Are you wearing panties?”

“No! Dam is that all you can think of!” She said as she wiped her eyes.

“Well you have been grinding your self on me for the last five minutes you know!”

She stood up pulling her shorts down over her hips. “Is this ok?” She smiled at me as she let me look at her soft round bottom

“Oh yes! Now just let me get dressed.” I looked at Terry. “Are you wearing any panties and are you ok with this?”

“No I don’t have on any panties either and yes, I totally agree with Betty the boat is to small. Sam she really wants to do this! She just want us all to be happy.” She moved closer to Betty. She looked at her. “And I love her very much!” They kissed each other a long deep kiss as I got up. I smacked them both on the ass as I walked past.

“Give me fifteen minutes!” 

I came out of the house to find the girls standing by Betty’s SUV. “I want to drive. I guess sense this is my idea it might as well be all my fault if it goes wrong and driving can just be part of it!”

I climbed into the back seat and enjoyed the chitchat of the two girls as their excitement built for what I thought was going to be our shopping trip. It was fun not to drive and it only seamed like a few minutes and we were at the dock in the marina. The girls climbed out of the big Ford and Betty came to my side as Terry stood waiting for me to get out of the back seat. 

Betty reached over running her hand over my dick through my shorts as I stood next to the truck door. She started to giggle as she took a couple of steps back so she was just out of my reach and after a quick look around pulled her top up over her breasts! She cupped them shaking the mat me as she smiled at Terry and me. Laughing she turned and ran to the dock. I watched her sweet ass moving and rippling showing us that all those hours on the bike at the gym paid off for her.

Terry moved up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist. She stuck her hands down the front of my shorts catching a hold of my dick as she pushed her breasts into my back. “Just makes you want to throw her down and lick her all over don’t it? You know, if you had told me five years ago I would love another woman I would have smacked you, but dam Sam I do love her and am so glad she is in our lives.” She pulled me so that I turned to face her running her hand up under my shirt to pinch my nipples, “Please just go along with her until you see what she and I have done. Sam trust me you are going to like it!”

I look at hard at her as I realized there was more going on than boat shopping. “Do you love me?” I asked.

“Yes with all my hart! You know that!” she said as I turned back to look for Betty. She was standing by the gate to the dock looking back at us all smiles.

“Ok then let’s go find out what our other wife and see what you two nuts have done to me.”

Terry took off running to catch Betty. I love to watch her run and the way her breasts bounce up and down. Her nipples were rock hard as I got to them and Betty opened the gate. I could see my boat at the end of the dock and in its place in my slip was the boat of my dreams! A Hunter 48!

“What the fuck!” I said.

We were just about to go down the walkway to the dock. “Oh Miss Scott!” some guy was walking to us. “We have done every thing you asked and she is all ready!” His eyes ran over her body as he spoke to Betty. His eyes stopped at her bulging pussy mound as he let them run over her. He handed her some keys as his gaze went to Terry’s tits. Her dark nipples were still hard and showing through her white top. He licked his lips as his eyes went over them. “ Please just come see me later.” Again he took Betty’s cloths off with his eyes.

“OK we will. This is my husband Sam and I am sure we will be up a little later.” Betty said.

His eyes went to Terry’s tits again as he spoke and shook my hand. “Well you are a lucky man!” he still had not looked at me. “Ok then, enjoy your selves and we will see you later.” Terry bent over just enough to let him see into the top of her shirt. He was looking at her as her turned and started to walk back to his office. He almost fell as he missed a step down over the curb and Terry just smiled at him.

“Are you ok?” she asked him.

“Umm, yes! Yes, we will see you later.” Her was bright red as he walked away.

Terry was giggling as we walked down the pier. “I don’t know what happens to that guy! I don’t think he has ever seen any ones boobs before!” she said as we walked up to the Hunter.

“None like yours any way.” I said. Why is this Hunter here and who moved my boat?” I said more than just a little aggregated.

Terry said, “Ok, now stop right here Sam, and just relax!” she took my hand. “Look at her name!”

I had not noticed until she said it, but the hunter had the name I had told the girls about and wanted to name my next boat. 

TWO ARE - SLIPPERY WHEN WET

Marina Del Ray

I looked at Betty and she had tears in her eyes again as Terry moved up behind me putting her arms around me. Betty gave me the key the guy had given her.

“I love you Sam! She is yours!” she came to me hugging me to her, trembling in my arms. I lifted her face up to look at me and with a slight smile she said. “I had every thing moved off of your old boat and used her in trade.” She started to cry harder, “I hope it’s ok! God Sam I love you so much and you take such good care of me and love me for who I am and well, I just didn’t have any idea life could be so good until I fell in love with you!” She held her arm out to Terry who had stepped back wanting this to be Betty’s moment. “Don’t be mad at Terry this was all my idea! I just wanted to do something nice for you!” 

Terry moved around and into our embrace so we were in a three-way hug.

“Oh Betty there is now way I can be mad! God I love you and any thing you do is ok! Terry and I both love you and our lives have never been so full or happy as they are now.” I looked at the shining new boat. “But I can’t pay for her!” Betty let go of Terry putting both arms around me again as Terry stepped back. 

Terry spoke very softly to me. “Sam honey, there are no payments. She paid cash for her and had her outfitted just like you have told me so many times. Every thing you have ever said you would want on your dream boat is there.” 

Terry moved back up to us and reaching around Betty she mashed her tits into her back as she pulled us all three into a big hug again. She kissed the back of Betty’s neck and then looked up at me.

“There is one little detail I left out though.” Terry got a wicked grin on her face. “While I go up and sign the new slip agreement Betty wants you to make love to her!” stepping up on her toes Terry kissed me. “She said she wanted to be the first lady to get fucked on her and I think it’s ok!” she pushed me to betty, “So take her and fuck the shit out of her while I go tease the sales guy!” Terry kissed Betty and with a knowing smile started to walk away. “All I can say is that one of you had better have enough steam left to take care of me when I get back! This is making me horny as hell!”

Betty pulled me over to the ladder going up to the boats deck. I watched her ass as she climbed and stepped over onto the Hunter. “Let me have the keys kind sir.” I gave them to her and she unlocked the hatch cover then handed them back to me. She smiled at me through red eyes as she took my other hand and pushed it between her legs and up tight to her pussy. 

It was on fire!

“Sir I know you want to look around but,” She hooked her thumbs in her shorts and standing right there out on the open deck pulled them down so they dropped at her feet. “I didn’t think you would mind if I got a little more comfortable.” She pointed to a little sign over the hatchway and then pulled off her sports bra dropping it next to her shorts.

THIS BOAT IS CLOTHING OPTIONAL

She turned and went down the ladder and into the boats’ lounge. She sat on the couch as I went down and stood in front of her. She pulled both feet up onto the couch so they were right by her now fully exposed ass. She held her knees open with her hands so that her pussy was on full display to me. Her nipples were rock hard and as I let my eyes drop to her woman hood I could see her white liquid seeping out of her hot wet hole and down over her puckered little back hole. Her clit was hard and full of blood. Her eyes were on fire with lust and half closed as she watched me looking at her. 

I pulled my cock out of my pants and stroked it slowly as I watched her holding her self-open to me. “Touch it for me.” I said

“I can’t! It will make me cum!” She was breathing hard as she looked at my stiff cock.

“I want to watch you cum! I want to see your wetness as it runs out of you and then I want to slip this deep into you! Would you like this in you?”

“Oh yes Sam!”

“Then touch it!”

She ran her finger over her clit about three times and went over the top! She was shaking as she looked at me and grunted through her cum. “OHHHGgggggod Sam pus, sss push it in me! Hooooo!”

I moved to my knees between her open thighs. I put my cock at her opening and pushed! I could feel her pussy spasm from her cum as I pushed deep into her in one slow shove! She hooked her legs around my hips pulling me tight to her mound. Betty was shaking hard as she came again only this time she came around my cock! I started pumping her making her grunt with each push as she pulled her knees back up to her tits. I pulled her feet up putting them on my shoulder as I went faster and deeper into her. Her grunts were pushing me on!

“Ung, ung oh, oh ung umm ohohoh, ggod! Oh Sam cuming, I, I’m cumming! OHHHHHHHh oh god, do it to me! Do it, ooh do it to meeeee!”

I pulled on her knees pushing even harder into her as I unloaded my balls into her! 

“OH BETTTYYYY OH TAKE IT SWe, SWEET hart! Ohhhhhhhhh god YESSSSSS!”

I held my self as deep in her as I could, pushing, pushing hard into her as my cock emptied into her waiting womb! I collapsed onto her smashing her tits into my chest as I smothered her with kisses. I kept my self-pushed up tight to her vagina so that even after I grew soft I could stay in her. I looked into her eyes as she caught her breath.

“I love you Betty!”

“I love you to Sam!”

We held each other for a while until she pushed me back. “I take it every thing is ok and that I am not in trouble.”

“Ho no sweetheart. I just worry about you spending your money like this.” I pulled back from her looking at her pussy as my squirt ran from her open pussy dripping back over her brown hole. She started to put her feet down and I stopped her.

“I want to see you! Don’t close them!”

She gave me a side ways look as she pulled her feet back up next to her bottom. “Get me something then. I am leaking all over the place!” 

I smiled at her as I moved to the small kitchen to get some paper towels. “Yes you are!”

I knelt in front of her to clean her up. “Sam trust me. I have way more money than I will ever be able to spend. I have watched you as you took me in and never asked me for any thing. You have never once asked me to even pay for a night outs dinner. I have worked but because I wanted to not because you asked me to. I love you and Terry and want us to be comfortable.” I pulled on her clit as I wiped her clean. I looked up at her. “It’s just something I wanted for us.” She pulled on my ears putting my face right next to her soft wet hole. “Now kiss it.” I sucked her clit into my mouth and then kissed it. “Ok now then let’s look at your new toy!”

Betty slipped on a white lace cover up as I pulled up my shorts. We went top side and looked at all the stuff and I was in the motor room looking at it when I felt the boat move. I poked my head out to see Terry kiss Betty.

“Well I can see by the look in your eyes he took care of you.” She looked at Betty and then back to me, “God I need it to! Come with me!” and she pulled Betty down the ladder and into the lounge.

I gave them a few minutes and went below to find them deep into a 69. I watched them for a few minutes as they sucked each others pussy’s, letting my cock grew hard again. Terry was on top and I moved up behind her. I slipped my dick into her pussy and started fucking her as Betty licked her.

Terry came with a shudder and a howl! “Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she was pushing on me so hard it hurt as she finished and I pulled back letting Betty finish her as she came to.

They held each other as I moved up to Terry. She knew what I wanted and pulled my cock into her mouth sucking me hard. I only lasted a little bit and as I started to cum Betty moved in to help Terry as they both sucked my cum from me. I watched as they shared it between them before they both swallowed my seed!

We lay there in a sweaty heap until Terry said. “Can you drive this thing Sam?”




The Gift!



“Yes.”

“Then get us out into the ocean so I can take a swim and wash off! My gosh between what was coming out of her and what you just gave me I feel like a cum bucket!”

She smiled at Betty. “I do love to lick him out of you though!”

We all kissed each other before I went on deck and got us going.

Man I love my new boat! 



The Gift.



I could not believe it happened to me. The vivid image of our love is forever etched into my psyche until the day I die. 

I was 43 then and my husband, Major Tom Bradley was away in Iraq. I lived alone in the tiny community of Regensburg. Our son, Jon was stationed at Fort Bragg, having been drafted and waiting to be posted to God knows where. I hoped that he too would be going to Iraq, instead of Afghanistan. Although his dad was in Iraq, the chance of him serving in his father's unit was just wistful thinking.

Jon was our only child and I had always been his soul mate. He was a wonderful boy, always considerate and caring. When his dad left for the war front, he made it a point to call me every other day to ask about my well being.

That fateful Wednesday morning the phone rang and he was telling me that he had his call up. He would be leaving in two weeks time. My heart was pounding and I felt my tears welling. In the midst of utter despair, I almost did not hear him telling me that he was coming home for a few days.

I waited impatiently at the bus terminal and there he was, all 6 feet 3 inches, with his crew cut and handsome smile. I called out and ran to hug him. The top of my head hardly reached his chin.

"Let me look at you, God, how you have grown," I said, as we walked to the car. 

I noticed that he had a day's unshaved stubble. That made him looked a real man, my son. On the drive home, Jon was rather quiet while I did all the talking. I supposed his thoughts were already in Iraq, so I quiet down and we drove in silence, each with our own thoughts. Each time I turned to look at him, I saw that he was watching at me. I smiled and touched his cheek. I was taken aback when Jon held onto my hand, caressed and kissed it. But it was a nice feeling. I guessed he missed me, just as much as I did him.

He asked me about news from his father and I told him that he had called recently, telling me not to worry. Jon said that he was only allowed 3 days home leave. It made me sad the time we had was so short, but at least I have him for awhile.

It was already late when we arrived home. Jon said he was tired and needed to rest. As he walked to the guest room, he turned to me and I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. 

"What is it son?" I asked him.

He dropped his bag and came to me. He took me into his arms and I heard the catch in his voice.

"God, I miss you so much."

I held him close to me and stroked his hair. I raised my head to look into his eyes. He kissed my cheek and I don't know how it happened. His lips touched mine and his kiss lingered. For a fleeting moment, I felt the wanting as he tried to enter my mouth. There was his hardness as he pressed me to his body. Just as I was left confused and floundering, he released me and bid me goodnight. I watched him until he entered his room and closed the door. My legs were trembling as I sat down to collect myself. Did I imagined what just transpired or was I making something out of nothing?

I tried to sleep but could not. My mind was terribly confused. Jon was so different from the person I knew. Finally I dozed off only to awake when the sun was already shining through my bedroom window. 

I realized that I had overslept and had not prepared breakfast. I pulled on my night gown and went into the kitchen. Jon had made his own cup of coffee, sitting at the table.

"Gosh, I was out like a light last night. So sorry, I see you remembered where the coffee is," I smiled at him.

"What would you like?" I continued. "Scrambled or poached?"

Jon did not reply but kept staring at me. 

"Why, what's wrong," I said.

I looked down and with a gasp I saw that in my haste I had put on my flimsy night gown and had not put on my bra. The fabric was so sheer that I could see my full breasts and my nipples. And Jon was staring at them. Luckily I had my panties on.

My arms automatically circled my embarrassment and said that I was going in to put on something decent.

I turned to walk out but Jon was already behind me, his arms encircled me.

"Jon, what are you doing?" I turned my head as he held me.

"Please don't go," he said, holding me against his chest.

I was in shock. This was my son and he was holding me in the way sons don't hold their mothers. I tried to wriggle out of his arms as he cupped my breasts. 

God, this could not be happening. His thumb and finger closed onto my nipples. The thin fabric did nothing to stop the incredible sensations that coursed through my very being when he tweaked them. My nipples took on a life of their own as they hardened.

I could hardly breathe as my head fell back towards his chest. He slipped my night gown off my shoulders as it cascade to the floor. I stood naked in my son's arms, except for my panties. 

"This could be our last time together," he said in a strangled voice, as he caressed and kneaded my full breasts. 

"I have always wanted you, as a woman," he continued, kissing my hair.

"No, Jon, this is so wrong. I'm your mother," I cried out in despair.

"God, I know but I want you so much," he sobbed as I felt his tongue making a trail down my back. 

His hands were on my breasts, squeezing them tenderly. He pulled my panties down. He pushed me against the table and knelt behind me. His lips were on the hillocks of my buttocks, kissing them. My weakened knees could not support me as the upper part of my body dropped onto the table. Jon spread open my buttocks and I felt the wetness of his tongue rasped onto my openings. I could not fight him. I opened my legs for him as the erotic pleasure he elicited from me made me moan in submission.

He pulled me upright and turned me to face him. His lips were on my sensitive nipples. He sucked them alternately and the shooting ecstasy made me grabbed his head in my floundering hands. A finger entered my core. Jon finger fucked me while he sucked my nipples as though he was draining me for my milk.

He turned me around again. Spreading my buttocks, he began to lick and kiss my anus. Involuntarily I bent my body to let him better access. The illicit licking he endured on my anus almost made me come. His father had tried to touch me there but I never allowed him more than a splitting moment to prolong the act. But Jon's lips and mouth were so soft and tender that I did not feel debased by his actions. It just heightened the incestuous moment.

I could no longer stand and sank to the floor. He cradled me in his arms. He took my hand. I did not know when he took off his clothes. He placed my fingers onto his firm penis, making me hold him. He moved my hand to masturbate him. 

I heard him moan as he cried out my name. All his life, he had only called me mom and for the first time, he called out "Jenny, darling Jenny", as he wet the palm of my hand with his sperm. He kept coming as spurts after spurts of his warm semen splashed onto my hand and belly.

We lay on the kitchen floor, muted in our satiated awareness that our ties as mother and son were forever lost. We had committed the ultimate sin.

I struggled to get up. Jon did not stop me. I walked ungainly to the sanctuary of own room. I latched the door and stepped into the bathroom. The reflection of my walled mirror showed a woman with streaks of cum on her body. The hair was disheveled and she had the look of a woman had just been sexually satisfied. 

After a long time in the bath, I toweled and dressed. I did not leave my room. I just sat, curled up in my bed. How could I face my son again? He had to leave the next day. My body shivered each time I felt how he had devoured my flesh. And in more ways than not, I had allowed him. He had touched the very essence of my being. And I had enjoyed the forbidden pleasures he had given me.

Our world was too small and there was no place to hide. Late that evening, I came out of my room. I walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see two plates of pizza laid out on the table. 

"I ordered them," Jon said, as he walked in. "I...I hope you like them, the one on the left is with extra cheese, as you like it," he added.

There was no hint of anything out of the ordinary from Jon. 

I took his cue and uttered, "Uh...thanks."

We sat down and ate.

"I'm leaving tomorrow by the 9 am bus, could you send me to the station?" Jon looked at me. 

I avoided his eyes and replied, "Of course."

We ate in silence and when I finished, I washed up and headed back to my room.

"Good night," I said as I passed by him.

"Don't lock your door," he said in a quiet voice.

I was taken aback and did not know what to say. Once in my room, I leaned against the door. My heart was beating wildly. I tried to gather my thoughts but everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I wanted to but could not make myself latch the door. I switched off the lights and sat in the darkness. The time showed 8.34pm on the table clock.

I heard his soft footsteps. I looked at the clock and it was 9.16pm.

He opened the door and a shaft of light from the hallway illuminated the room in a soft glow. He left the door ajar. Jon stepped in. I was sitting in the centre of my bed, in my night dress. I gasped when he removed his robe and stood naked by the side of my bed. In the dim light I saw his firm manhood. 

There was no turning back. Jon was going to rape me. He climbed on to the bed and kneeled in front of me. No words were spoken as he took my face in his hands. His lips were on mine, kissing my mouth tenderly. His tongue was between my lips and he entered my mouth. I sat limp as he kissed me deeply. 

He unbuttoned my dress and took it off. He pushed me to lay supine as he pulled down my panties. His eyes roved over my nude form as his hands reached to hold my breasts. 

God, he was gentle as he caressed my fullness lovingly. His lips kissed my nipples, sucking them. I felt them growing bigger and hardening as his mouth formed a vacuum drawing them in. The pleasure was exquisite and as his finger rubbed my clitoris, I opened my thighs. I was wet and his finger slipped in. I closed my eyes. His finger moved in and out. I gasped as my vagina clasped his finger, my orgasm exploded. He sucked my nipples, biting them loosely. My buttocks lifted off the mattress, seeking his deeply inserted finger. Jon pulled his finger out and he lifted up my legs, my knees against my breasts. His mouth was on my centre, sucking my opening. The soft down of my pubic hair was wet with his saliva. My love flowed out as he took it in his mouth. I could not restrain my cry of fulfillment when his tongue penetrated inside me. I jerked spasmodically, offering myself completely to him.

He sat up beside me. Lifting my head onto his thighs, I felt the knob of his penis, sticky with his pre cum, as he smeared it against my lips. I parted my lips and he entered my mouth. I sucked my son's hardness. It took only a moment when the thick semen of male secretion dripped out of him. Then the spurts commenced as he filled my mouth. I had never taken a man's ejaculate before, but in that perverse moment, I swallowed what that I could not hold in my mouth.

I heard his anguished cry of passion when he realized that I had accepted his seed deep inside me.

Jon was insatiable. He spooned me and bunched my legs up. His penis was between my thighs. I knew he was about to fuck me. But I still had the presence of mind to stop him.

"No, Jon, don't. You could impregnate me," I cautioned him.

Jon kissed me and got off the bed. He went into the bathroom and I heard him wash himself.

"I'm getting a drink of water, would you like anything?" he asked me.

"No," I answered.

"Don't get up," he said, looking at me. "I don't want you to wash; I want you just as you are."

He left the room. I lay exhausted; the taste of his sperm was in my mouth. I felt like a bitch in heat waiting for his return.

Jon was soon beside me, his rampant phallus firm, unabated by the delay.

He touched and stroked my crotch, "I'll pull out before I come," he assured me.

"Please be careful," I pleaded.

I was still wet and soppy. He entered me easily. Jon fucked me with long deep strokes. He had the vitality of a young stallion. I don't know how many times he made me come. When his hold on my breasts tightened, I knew he was near. He held until the very last moment before he pulled out and ejaculated on my belly, breasts and the final drops onto my lips.

We could hardly catch our breath. The intensity of our love making was truly momentous. It had been more than 2 hours of fucking and he still wanted me.

He held me in his arms. The reek of sex was in the room. The mattress was wet with our secretions. I wondered to myself how he could last and still wanted more. My body felt drained. My vagina was reddish and slightly swollen. He had fucked and ate me until I squirmed in total surrender.

We finally fell asleep thoroughly spent.

I thought I was dreaming. I felt like floating. My eyes opened. I tried to focus in the semi darkness and realized that I was in Jon's arms. He was carrying me to his room. When he placed me on his bed, I felt cold and shivered. 

Jon said, "It's ok Jenny, I just used the hand towel to clean you."

I touched myself and felt the stickiness and stale cum was no more. I felt clean. Jon had wiped it all away. 

"What time is it," I asked him.

"It's almost 5am, and I have to leave by 9, In four hours I may never see you again, my love," he said, looking at me. 

There was that sadness in his eyes I saw on the day I fetched him from the bus depot. His words tugged at my heart strings. Why did he say such things? Was it a premonition? I hushed him by putting my palm on his mouth. 

"Oh Jenny dearest," Jon said, kissing me passionately. 

I replied, "I love you too."

Jon kissed my eyes, lips as he trailed down to my breasts, taking time to pay homage to my elongated nipples. He kissed my belly button and down to my nether regions. Jon rose and his legs straddled my body in a 69. He pulled up my legs as his mouth kissed on my vagina lips. The tender opening flowered for him as he sucked on me.

I held his phallus in my hand and my lips closed onto his knob, as I caressed his balls and sucked his soft scrotum, tasting his precum which seeped out.

He lifted up my buttocks and I felt the tip of his tongue on my anus. The butterfly kisses and licks soon made me squirmed in his arms. Just as he did the night before, he tried to insert the tip of his tongue inside me. It felt so nasty but the sensation was erotic. He lifted his head and I felt his finger probing my tiny star. He dropped a spit onto my opening and the slickness enabled his finger to penetrate. My hands gripped the bed sheet. My heart was pounding in dread of the pain I assumed would follow.

He did not apply any force but gently inserted and pulled his finger out until the tautness of my anal muscles dissipated. I grew soft for him to finger fuck me for quite some time. He pulled his finger out and kissed my ravished orifice. I lay quiet and he left the bed.

I saw him going out of the room. I knew what he wanted although he did not tell me. I had never been sodomized before. Could I stand the pain? A penis was so much bigger than a finger. While I was pondering about the consequences, Jon walked in and knelt beside my buttocks.

I felt something soft, like cream as he spread my buttocks and rubbed it on my anus. 

"What are putting on me," I said hoarsely.

"Soft butter, I can't find anything else," he whispered.

"Please be gentle, I am virgin there," I said, almost shamefully.

"I will, tell me if you hurt," Jon replied.

I had gotten used to his finger earlier and when he pushed in, my opening accepted him easily. I felt a second finger squeezing in and it did not hurt as I imagined it should. He kissed my back and my buttocks as both his fingers fucked into me. It felt different.

He straddled his legs. The inevitable moment of truth was upon me. I gripped the pillow tightly. He rubbed the head of his penis along the cleft and stopped at my anal opening. The push was sharp and forceful. My head jerked up and gasped in the suddenness of his penetration. 

"God," I cried at the introduction of my first anal fuck.

Jon was silent as he pressed into me. I felt the burning pain as he kept pushing in. 

I was gasping for air and could not relax like when he had his fingers in there. I tried to lift up my buttocks but that enabled Jon to go deeper inside my rectum.

"Oh God, it hurts," I moaned.

"I love you Jenny, you are so tight," he groaned.

He stopped moving and lay on my back. I felt the fullness.

We were both panting. Gradually, the pain subsided. I relaxed and got used to my son's penis, completely lodged deep in my bowels. 

"I wanted you for so long," he said softly. "Can I tell you the truth?" he continued.

"Emm," I said.

"Years ago, I came into your room. You were in the bath but the door was not closed. I saw you in the mirror. You were naked and from that day, I yearned for you. Do you know till now, I always masturbated with you in mind," his confession flowed out. 

"What about this?" I said softly.

"I wanted this most of all. This will be my memory of you for always. I feel that......maybe I will never come back when I leave you."

"Oh Jon, don't ever say that," I said with a catch in my voice.

He began to move slowly, fucking into me with tenderness. There was no more of the burning sensation. I felt the fullness of his hard and firm penis. It was as though he was growing bigger in my rectum. I did not imagine anal sex could feel like this. He raised me up on my knees as he fucked deeper. His hands were kneading my breasts and when his fingers rubbed on my clitoris, I pressed my buttocks tight against him. We were both groaning with the pending fulfillment when he pulled up me further, my back resting against his chest.

His hold on me tightened as he fucked anal fucked with firmness, bumping against my soft buttocks. My hand flew above to hold the back his head. Jon stopped momentarily and I felt him jerked erratically. At that moment he pinched my clit and I my orgasm started to cascade in wonderful flows.

He called out my name as he ejaculated inside my bowels. 

We knelt in that position for a while. Then he continued fucking me and I think he came a second time until he gave a sigh and we collapsed onto the mattress.

Jon did not take his penis out and we slept for the final time that night.

In the morning, we bathed and dressed, speaking only about his pending trip to Iraq. There was nothing more to talk about. The last three days were only in our own minds and thoughts.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I caught a last glimpse of him as he waved from the window of the army bus.

I had only one letter from Jon telling me about the horrors of war. At the end, he wrote, "I will never forget what you gave me. I love you so much."

Jon was killed on March 23, 2007.

I placed the bunch of roses as I knelt by his gravesite. Wiping away a tear, I knew I would always forever be together with him, Knowing that he had something from me to keep him happy, I felt neither guilt nor remorse. His father and I walked to our car.



The Gift



I stared at the calendar with great anxiety. That time of year had once again arrived. Our anniversary was one week away and my wife let me know it with a big red circle around the date on the calendar in our kitchen. 

I must have gone into shock as I was standing there because I no longer heard our children, as they ate breakfast before school, nor did I hear my wife call for me to help with the morning "get the kids dressed" ritual. 

I was snapped back into reality by her arms slipping around my waist and her lips softly kissing me on the back of my neck. "Worried?" she asked. "No." I confidently replied. "I've been thinking about the perfect anniversary gift for weeks." 

She always knew when I was lying and she called my bluff when she waved a post-it note in front of me. "I guess you won't need this." she said. 

"What is that?" I asked knowing that I'd been busted. "It's the address of the store where I registered my anniversary wish list." "I'll give to you, unless you think that your perfect gift would be better." 

I didn't need to answer. She slipped the note into my shirt pocket, gave me a little peck on the lips and walked out of the kitchen. 

I looked at the note "4504 Emory Lane, be there at 6:00." I slipped the note back into my pocket. "I guess I'll go there after work." I said to myself and headed out the door. 

My day was very unproductive. All I could do was wonder to myself "what is this place my wife wants me to go to, and why do I have to be there at six?" 

For the rest of the day, that question nagged at me. Finally the end of the day had come and I would at last get to see what this mystery was all about. 

I found myself driving through the art district of town and then into a quiet shopping village. I looked at the shops, they all looked like locally owned unique gift shops. I had never been here before and I was beginning to wonder how my wife knew about it. I had thought that I knew about all her favorite stores. 

I found 4504 at the end of a street lined with tall live oaks and book stores. "Lisa's" was the name of the store, but the name did not tell me what it was and the store front did little more to reveal it's secret, as it only showed fresh flowers in the windows and paperwhites blooming in windowbox's. 

I nervously opened the door. A bell on the door announced my arrival. The room had a soft scent of lilac and classical music was playing in the background. 

On display there was women's clothing but not just any kind of clothing. These clothes had a sophisticated, classy look to them. 

I was greeted by a beautiful women dressed in a slim form fitting black skirt and the purple silk blouse. The outfit was perfectly accessorized with black stockings and metallic purple and silver high heeled shoes that matched her silver earrings. Her brunette hair was cut short and worn up with soft curls. Her eyes were big and brown. Her lips were full and bright red. Her skin was the shade of ivory and I stood in awe before her. 

She was the most beautiful women I had ever seen. 

"My I help you?" She asked with a sweet English accent. 

I felt my legs becoming weak like I was about to pass out. Somehow I was able to pull myself together. "I have an appointment." I said, sounding a little overwhelmed by the whole scene. I handed her the note that my wife had given me that morning and stood their staring like and boy who had just seen his first Playboy. 

"Oh yes." She said. "Your wife had asked us to show you some things that she had picked out." "Follow me and I will take you to the room where we do our little fashion shows." She led me towards the back of the store. 

She talked to me as we made our way to the modeling room but I don't remember what she said. I was entranced by her movement. When she walked, her hips swayed side to side drawing my attention to the curve of her perfect round bottom. Her blouse was only buttoned high enough to cover her bra; her cleavage could be clearly seen. She had to have wonderful breasts. No women could have cleavage like that without fantastic breasts. 

She opened the door to the modeling room, showed me a chair and had me sit down. She leaned over and said something else to me but I didn't listen. I was too distracted by the awesome view of her spectacular boobs encased in a lacey black bra. I could hear her speaking but all I could concentrate on was those perfectly shaped mounds in front of me. 

"Any questions?" she asked. 

"No." I replied, struggling to compose myself. 

"Good, Lisa will be in shortly to show you what your wife has selected." 

I began to feel nervous and excited. I was sitting in a big fancy chair and in front of me was a small stage framed by white curtains. Lights on the ceiling were focused on the stage but in the viewing area it was dark. 

"Karen told me your name was Paul." I heard a woman's voice say. 

A tall gorgeous blond woman in her mid thirties walked out from behind the curtains and made her way towards me. 

She was dressed in a navy blue mid length dress that buttoned down the front. The dress was fit to form and showed off her magnificent bust, toned waistline and curvy hips. Her body tapered into well shaped legs covered in tan stockings. The dress's low neck line put her ample cleavage on clear display. Her wavy blond hair draped over her shoulders outlining her flawless face. 

"I'm Lisa." she said with a warm English accent. "Your wife has chosen some wonderful items and she wanted you to see them." 

I was a little confused; she had never done anything like this before. I nervously sat in my chair and waited for the show to start. Lisa pulled back the curtain and a familiar looking woman walked out. She had smooth, straight, shoulder length brunette hair just like Karen. She had full breasts, curvy hips and a pudgy little belly just like Karen. But this woman was younger and dressed in a way I had never seen Karen dress. 

"This is our classic black strapless evening mini dress." Lisa said. "Its form fitting and designed to enhance the bust while controlling the hips and belly." 

I don't know anything about controlling hips and belly's but enhancing the bust; that's something I can appreciate. Enhance is what it did. Her boobs looked like they were about to spill out in front of me. As she turned around and walked off the stage I could see that the dress was just barely covering the tops of her stockings. I had already made my decision if Karen wanted to wear that dress then I wasn't going to stop her. 

No sooner then the first model left, another came in. Again, she was almost an exact copy of my wife. 

"Our next model is wearing a dress designed for staying in." Lisa led the model right in front of me and had her stop. I could feel my face turning red. Beads of sweat were rolling down my forehead as I realized that this woman was, for the most part, nude. 

"This dress is designed to build sexual tension." Lisa said. "It is made from a stretchy lace material." Lisa leaned over and whispered into my ear. "You can see through it." "You can see her breasts and her nipples" Lisa reached out and brushed a nipple with her hand. It instantly became erect. 

"Can you feel the tension Paul?" Lisa asked. "Yes." I stuttered. 

I was trying to act like I was in control, but I wasn't and Lisa knew it. She could see my nervous movement, my sweating, blushing and though I was trying hard to hide it I was sure that she could see my erection. 

Lisa motioned for the next model. As the stretchy lace dress walked away I could see a G string. I had never seen my wife in a G string but as my wife's look-a-like model left I could imagine that she would look damn good in one. 

Lisa was standing behind me when she started to describe the next outfit. "This is a two piece camisole and panty set." 

Lisa kept talking but I was no longer paying attention. This woman portraying my wife was wearing a lacy top that showed her belly and pushed her boobs out the top. It was held up by thin little straps. Her lacy panty's followed the outline of her leg perfectly. The top of the panties rode low on the hips and allowed for a peak at her neatly trimmed pubic hair. The model turned around to show me her ass. I studied the way that the material clung to the butt checks and gracefully slipped up into her crack. 

I sat back and took in the whole sight of this woman. She looked exactly my wife. I stared into her eyes and she stared back into mine. I was no longer embarrassed of my desire or my erection. I begin to lean forward towards this sexy lady in front of me but I was stopped as I felt Lisa's hand on my shoulder. 

"We are not yet done Paul." she whispered in my ear and eased me back down into my seat. 

Over and over I lusted over copies of my wife as they exhibited their bodies dressed in the sexiest clothes Lisa had to offer. 

One would come out in a lacey bra and panty. The next would model a camisole or teddy. There were garter belts and stockings, corsets and bustiers. 

I have had erotic dreams about my wife before but nothing like this. I was at a lingerie fashion show and my wife was the only model. 

All the while Lisa was narrating the fantasy. I felt like I was being tortured. My wife was being paraded in front of me in incredibly sexy outfits and all I could do was sit there. 

My pants were wet from precum and my hands were shaking from the adrenaline that was surging through my body. 

I was staring at the curtain waiting for the next model, grasping the arms of the chair and breathing heavy. 

Lisa, standing behind me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and whispered in my ear. 

"Paul, Karen wants you to love her with passion." she said. "Do you have passion for your wife Paul?" She asked. "Yes I do." I said with a testosterone charged tone. "Paul, Karen wants you to love her with intensity." she said. "Do you have an intense love for your wife Paul?" "Yes!" I repeated sharply. "Very well." Lisa sighed. 

Her arms slipped from around me. She was walking towards the curtain as the next model stepped out. They looked at each other; then Lisa looked back at me and smiled as she stepped behind the curtain. 

I had not seen this model before. She still looked like my wife but I had seen the other model's several times. She was dressed in a simple form fitting black evening dress. The neck line was low and her breasts heaved out of the top. The smooth material flowed down into the curve of her waist. She had womanly hips and the dressed followed their outline perfectly. Just below the hem of the dress I could see the lacey tops of her black stockings. She had well shaped muscular legs and black open toed high heel shoes. 

All the other models strutted into the room like they were on a runway in Paris but not this woman. She strolled into the room, slow and flirty. As she reached the edge of the stage she spun around backwards and flipped her long, dark, shiny hair over her shoulder. 

She leaned over pushing her ass out towards me. Her hands reached behind her as she slowly unzipped the dress. As the zipper lowered she exposed parts of her sensuous body. 

First her muscular but still feminine back. The skin was smooth and tight. I could see freckles on her shoulders. 

The zipper lowered a little more I could see the clasps of her delicate black bra. 

A little lower. I could see the milky white skin and the curve of her waist. 

Now the zipper was all the way down. I could see her black lacy bikini cut panties. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and let fall to the floor. 

The dress gathered around her high heeled shoes. With one graceful step and a flick of her toe she flung the dress at me. The dress landed in my lap. The dress carried the fragrance of my wife's favorite perfume. Lisa had thought of everything. 

The model started to dance in front of me. Spinning and turning gracefully. Her long beautiful hair spun with her draping over her shoulders and around her long neck. 

She turned her back to me and bent over giving a full view of her shapely, lace covered ass and even a little bit of her pussy lips. Distracted by the movement of her hips before me I had not noticed that she had unclasped her bra. 

As she stood up I could see the ivory white skin on her back was uninterrupted and her unfastened bra was dangling by her sides. She slowly turned towards me and leaned over again while rhythmically rotating her shoulders until the straps fell leaving only her hands holding the cups over her fine breasts. As she rose up again her hair fell over her face and her bra fell from her chest exposing her large breasts. She stood straight up and raised her arms over her head. Her breasts were magnificent. The sagged a little, like any real women's, but they still had plenty of firmness. Her nipples were erect and the areolas around them were dark pink. 

She continued to dance in front of me. She rubbed her hands across her body. She was squeezing her nipples and massaging her tits inches from my face, then she stepped back so that I could watch as she slid her hands along her sides and down into her panties. Her body began to twitch as her fingers rubbed against her pussy. 

Knowing that this woman was pleasuring herself in front of me was a huge turn on and soon I found myself kneading my erection through my pants. 

I did not have to do it myself for long however, as she slipped her foot out of one of her heels and placed her nylon covered toes on my cock while she removed her stocking. First the right foot then the left all the while she was rubbing my dick with her toes and her pussy with her fingers. 

I know she could feel the wetness of my precum soaked pants with her feet. She must have liked it because she had a huge smile on her face. 

The smile on her face was incredibly familiar; but I was enjoying myself way too much to care about it. 

Only one piece of clothing was left before this lovely lady would be totally nude. But apparently it was my turn to strip as she began pulling off my shirt. I offered no resistance and found myself in heaven when I felt her breasts brushing against my bare skin. 

I felt her urging me out of my seat and I complied with her request. 

The women, who looked so much like my wife but acted nothing like her, began to tug at my belt and soon I found my pants on the floor. 

Standing there in my old comfy boxers I should have been embarrassed but I was way too horny to worry about what I looked like. 

The model walked around me as though she was inspecting me for a moment and the then stopped in front of me. She pulled my body close to hers as she slipped her body down my chest then down to my stomach and then down to my hips; sliding my boxers off as she went. 

When her face meet my dick, she did not hesitate a moment. She engulfed it. 

She attacked my member with surprising force. She was making slurping sounds as her head bobbed up and down on my stiff penis. Her arms were wrapped around my hips pulling my cock deep into her throat. I had never received such treatment before. This was like, a porn video quality blow job. I could not hold back much longer. 

"I'm going to go." I said but to my surprise she went harder and deeper then I thought was possible. 

She must have felt me tense up because she pulled back just in time and let me spray my sperm all over her chest. 

She rubbed my cum across her skin like it was a luxurious bubble bath. 

She had a look of success on her face as she pushed me back into my chair. I wasn't sure what to expect next but I sure wasn't expecting what happened. 

After a little more dancing I found the model again bent over in front of me with her chest pushed out and her ass in my face. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her thighs. 

As she rubbed her thighs and hips with my hands I took in the aroma of her sexually charged pussy. The pungent but sweet smell filled my mind with desire. 

I moved closer and closer until my nose was against her panty covered slit. My hands were led to the waistband of her panties and I began to slip this last obstacle between her pussy and my tongue away. 

As her freshly shaven pussy was exposed to me I begin to dine on her womanhood. 

With my nose in her asshole and my tongue in her pussy I could hear her moan. 

She spread her legs wider giving me full access to her most sensitive places. My tongue began to caress her clit. As I did I could feel her shiver. 

My tongue and my fingers continued to work on her pussy. Her hips began push against me. I could feel her body humping my face. She was moving faster and faster as my fingers penetrated deep inside her and my tongue lapped her clit. As her moans became louder I began to feel her warm juices coat my face. Her pussy began to tighten around my fingers as orgasm overtook her. 

She collapsed face down on the floor with her ass in the air. She was panting and struggling to recover from an incredible orgasm. 

She tried to speak but I could not understand her. I leaned in closer and she repeated herself. "Fuck Me Paul." "Karen!" I said. This women was not just another look-a-like, she was my wife! 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing but as she said it again there was no doubting what I was going to do. 

My dick was hard again and my wife's beautiful ass and hairless pussy was exposed to me. 

"Damn it Paul Fuck Me!" she said again. I didn't hesitate. I drove my dick deep inside her cunt. She screamed as my cock struck her cervix. I grabbed her hips and began savagely pump in and out of her pussy. 

She was grunting with each thrust, the sound drove me to fuck her harder, fuck her deeper, fuck her like she has never been fucked before. "Treat me like your slut" She demanded and I did just like I was told. 

I reached out and grabbed a handful of her long, black shiny hair. My fingers intertwined with her locks and I pulled her back. 

As I pulled her hair she let out a pleasured cry. I pulled her up to me, close enough that I could kiss her neck. 

As I laid kisses behind her ears, I groped her chest. Pulling and twisting her nipples all the while driving my dick into her pussy from behind. 

I had become an animal all of a sudden. My wife and I had never made love like this, but then again, we weren't making love. We were fucking. 

My wife's grunts became deep and rhythmic as she pushed against me driving my dick deeper into her pussy. Over and over she pushed against me and I pushed back driving myself into her. 

I could feel her body began to shake and her pussy tighten. 

She screamed out loud as she climaxed again. She fell limp to floor, exhausted from the intense activity. 

Her breathing was fast and deep. She tried to speak but she couldn't. She had a satisfied look in her eye as she looked up at me, but I was not finished. 

I rolled her over on back I moved between her legs. My cock easily slid into her wet pussy. 

Exhausted, she just laid there and let me do what ever I pleased with her. 

My own climax was my only goal as I increased my tempo. My hands grasped her shoulders. I pulled her body down to meet my upward thrusts. My eyes were focused on hers. I could see lust in her eyes. I'm sure she could see lust in mine as I slammed my cock into her repeatedly. 

I was fighting my own exhaustion as I began to feel my climax building. 

With what little strength I had left, I drove myself deep and hard into my suddenly slutty wife. With one last thrust I felt a release deep inside me. 

I cam harder then I ever had before. My muscles ached and my vision was slightly blurry as I collapsed on top of my wife. 

We both were wet with sweat and sexual fluids. Exhausted we could barely speak. 

"Happy Anniversary." I was finally able to say. 




The Gift



"Is this better then your perfect gift?" She asked. "Oh Yes, Yes it is."



The Gift



You arrive back at your apartment after a Friday night out celebrating your birthday with some friends. You had a great time. Your friends showered you with presents, some sweet, some sexy, but all greatly appreciated. But, there was little flaw in the otherwise perfect evening. You were a little disappointed that the one guy you had invited, and really wanted to be there, had to beg off due to having to go into work late that night to take a conference call with an overseas client.

You reach your door and fumble a bit with your key, giggling, because you're a bit buzzed from all the wine you consumed at the party. You take an extra moment to get the key in the lock, then open the door and step inside.

You pause and look into your pitch-black apartment. You wonder if you had forgotten to leave a light on when you left. Your hand reaches for the light switch just inside the door when the door suddenly closes and you are grasped from behind, a large body forcing you face-first into the wall. You feel the sharp tip of a blade at your cheek and a guttural voice whispering into your ear, "Move and I'll cut you up. Make a noise and you're dead." The sudden shock of adrenaline blasts away the fuzziness from your brain. You let out a tiny squeak and nod your head. You catch the hint of a scent. It seems familiar... then a cloth is against your face. A cloyingly-sweet scent fills your nostrils and consciousness fades.

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You awaken disoriented. You open your eyes, but all is darkness. You smell leather and feel a rough texture against your face and realize you've been hooded. Parting your parched lips, your tongue slips out and encounters the cold, rough metal of a zipper covering your mouth.

You pause to take assessment of your situation. Cool air caresses your skin from your neck down your naked body to your bare toes. The front of your hips seem to be pressed into some sort of bar with your torso arched at a 45 degree angle over it. You are held in this position with your arms extended in-line with your body and cuffed with your wrists more than shoulder-width apart. Your ankles are also spread below the bar and cuffed more than shoulder-width apart, too. You've been suspended like one of the melted clocks in Salvadore Dali's "The Persistence of Memory".

Enclosed by the hood, a bout of claustrophobia kicks in and you begin to pant rapidly as your blood pressure soars. Your body twists, turns and pulls, but you are securely, helplessly, bound in place. You make a conscious effort to slow your breathing, slowly calming down.

Just when you begin to relax, there's the cold touch of sharp steel against one of your dangling breasts. Your muffled scream flows from the mask as you try to wrench your body up and away from the blade's cold tip against your hot flesh. Your heart races as you struggle again to get enough air through the nasal holes of the hood.

A hand grips your long hair, which you only now realize has been pulled through the crown of the hood to hang in a ponytail down your back. The hand pulls your head up and back and the blade caresses your stretched throat as the guttural, now leather-muffled voice says in your ear, "Scream all you want now. Even if without the hood to muzzle you, there's no one close enough to hear you scream."

The knife is removed and the hand releases your hair allowing your head to droop down as your body shudders and you gasp for breath, fighting the panic still climbing in your system.

Blinded by the mask, you struggle to make out any sounds through the leather of the hood, but the few sounds you hear are indistinguishable.

Suddenly, you hear a sharp *crack!* a millisecond before the skin of your dangling left breast explodes like it's on fire. Too shocked in body and mind, you don't react until another *crack!* rents the air and your right breast bursts into an inferno of pain. A hood-muffled scream tears from your throat. Your head falls forward in a daze as more blows are applied to one breast, then the other. Your abused nipples are rock-hard under the flickering lash, and you realize to your immense shame that your pussy is dripping wet.

As the pain begins to settle down into a campfire-size rather than a bonfire, your nipples are cruelly pinched between rough, leather-gloved fingers and pulled down until your rounded breasts are conical in shape. You moan inside the hood. One nipple is released and the other is suddenly pinched harder in the metal grip of a clamp. You gasp. A moment later, the other nipple receives the same treatment.

Feeling a slight motion in the clamps, you realize they are attached to each other by a dangling chain. The chain sags further down, dragging your engorged nipples with it, as weights are attached to the chain and it is set to swinging. You groan louder as a trickle of pussy juice slips down your thigh. You hang from your bonds as the weights hang from your distended nipples. Your mind begins to fog.

When you next become aware, you feel a smooth rounded shaft being run up and down your pussy juice-coated inner thighs. You tremble at the touch. It travels down, then up, down, then up, finally going higher and higher up your sensitive inner thigh. You find yourself pleading in your mind for that caress to rub your engorged clit. Your body needs to cum. Your clit is throbbing from being blood-engorged for so long without relief. But, just as the rounded tip approaches your steamy crotch, it detours up across the swell of your abundant ass-cheek. The juice-slickened tip continues its tour upwards to the small of your back, then back down through the cleft of your buttocks. Again, you plead in your head for it to continue down to nudge your needy clit. This time, the tip stops completely, hovering just at the bottom of your anal cleft. Between one heartbeat and the next, the heft of the 3" wide, 8" long butt plug is rammed between your ass-cheeks, slams through your unprepared asshole and deep into your vulnerable bowels. Your back arches as you scream. Your ass feels like a grenade has just blown you apart from inside. Endorphins cascade into your brain and your body explodes into a mind-numbing orgasm. Your throat becomes sore as your screams turn from those of pain, to those of ecstasy. As the peak subsides, your exhausted body dangles once again from your constricting bonds.

You come to once again. Your head still enshrouded in the leather hood. Its clinging material now soaked in in your sweat and tears. Your body is sticky with sweat and your crotch and thighs are tacky with your vaginal secretions.

The guttural voice is back at your ear, "Good! The whore awakens."

You cringe and gathering a tiny bit of your shattered self-esteem, you mumble into the mask, "I'm NOT a whore!"

"What's that?", the voices says. "You're not a whore? Why, sure you are! Only a whore would pass out from pleasure while having her ass abused so hard and so deeply."

Your mind tries to rebel against that thought, but you are mortified to realize that he just might be right. You DID ultimately enjoy the pain and its resulting pleasure. Your pussy quivers and your aching butt clenches at the thought, sending a shiver through your body.

You are wrenched from your reverie as the tip of a leather riding crop smacks into your exposed, defenseless cunt. The whippy, rounded rod parting your swollen pussy-lips, as the flat leather tip smacks into your tender clit. You suck in air before erupting with a keening screech. You try to press hips forward to escape the blistering tattoo of the crop, but you're held in place by the bar. Your voice turns into a whimper, then a continuous moan, as your body betrays you by slowly arching back into the assault on the sacred mound of your womanhood.

The rising tide of an on-rushing orgasm climbs higher and higher as the pleasure hormones flood your overfatigued mind. Cunt juices pour from your excruciatingly aching vulva. And just as the tsunami is about to come crashing into the shore, the riding crop stops, leaving you hanging over the precipice of the mother-of-all orgasms.

Your throat rumbles as the hood-muffled wail of unfed-lust fills the air. Pleading. Begging. Whimpering. Moaning with unfulfilled carnality.

The hand snatches your ponytail, twisting your head up and back, sending blades of sharp pain into your scalp.

The voice is once again at your ear, "What a fucking slut you are! Nothing but a fucking slave to abuse and pleasure. Begging to have her cunt whipped! Is that what you want you little fuck-doll? IS IT? Do you want me to continue whipping your cunt? Are you a WHORE? A SLUT? A FUCK-TOY for my enjoyment?"

Your mind reels. You hang on the edge of unquenched desire, the likes of which you have never before known to exist. You are poised at the apex of an earth-shattering, life-changing, all-encompassing decision.

The last vestige of your old-self falls away. You lay claim in your soul to the titles of "whore", "slut", "fuck-toy" and even "sex-slave".

You nod your head in acquiescence, jerking against the fist still clenched in your hair, sending stabs of fresh, glorious pain into your scalp.

You scream in delight as a long, thick, steel-hard bar of man-flesh buries itself to the balls in your quaking cunt. The spongy head bouncing off your cervix with every thrust. Your hips being pounded into the restraining bar in front.

Your pussy spasms. Clenching the plundering spike hard in the hot abyss of your gluttonous fuckhole.

The hand in your hair yanks hard, sawing back and forth, like it's holding the reins to a bucking bronco.

The other hand skims under your belly and between your thighs, latching onto your clit, smashing it between finger and thumb.

You cum harder than ever before. Jets of hot liquid explode from your open cunt, soaking your lower body and his, as you experience the no-longer mythic female ejaculation.

Lights explode behind your closed, weeping eyes, as your whole being transcends into another plane of existence. Where pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain, and all is beautiful, floating in a pool of blinding light.

You pass out.

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Something small and sharp is poking through your lips, jabbing your tongue. You try to lift your head away, but the voice says, "Hold still. It's a straw. Drink. You need to replace some fluids."

You suck at the straw, moaning a bit as the wetness soothes the arid desert of your mouth and aching throat. The slight citrus taste of the sports drink revives you a bit, though your still-suspended, tortured/pleasured body still aches.

When the straw sucks air from the now emptied container, it is withdrawn and a hand cups your chin, lifting your head. You lick your lips and finally realize the imprisoning zipper has been opened.

Fingers gently stroke your throat as the voice speaks once again, "Only one more task awaits completion, whore, then you will be set free."

A warm knot of flesh presses against your lips. You instinctively open your mouth as the long, thick shaft of his cock slips into your now moist mouth.

As the one hand continues to stroke your throat, the other hand once again grips your ponytail. But, unlike the other times, this time it just helps you to hold your head up.

You begin to slip your tongue from side to side, licking the underside of the shaft as it slips in and out of your mouth. You lave away the musky-crustiness of your dried secretions clinging to it. Soon, that taste is replaced by the unadulterated taste of male flesh. A stray thought about biting down flits across your mind, but is quickly quashed by the knowledge that a good whore does not allow her teeth to touch the velvety flesh of her master's cock. Your mind stutters, "Wait! 'Her Master's cock'?". Yet, the phrase resonates in your mind and you know that it is true. You are HIS whore. HIS Slut. HIS little fuck-toy. You don't even know who HE is, but you belong to him body and soul.

He begins to pump faster. His hand grips your ponytail closer to where it emerges from the hood. His stroking fingers now tighten on your jaw. The head of his prick drives deeper than before. You try to gasp as the head pops into your throat, turning the gasp to a gag. Your eyes tear up and your body spasms with the need to breathe. The cock pulls back and your lips open wide to suck air around the mouth-filling rod. Just as your lungs fill, the dick drives into your throat once again and begins steadily fucking into and out of your throat. You cough and struggle not to gag every time it invades your stretched throat. You settle into his rhythm and begin to relax. You feel a craving rise from inside you. You want him to use your throat. Your want him to fuck your face. And most of all, you want him to spew his cum inside you. You need to be anointed with his sacred fluid offering. You suck harder.

His rhythm becomes erratic. The cock-head popping in and out of your throat. You send your tongue swirling around the trembling pole of hot man-meat.

The hands tighten on your hair and jaw. His thrusts become a disjointed staccato. Then, he drives deep and explodes. The first blast of searing cum spurting directly down your gullet. His hips buck, pulling the head back into your mouth as his next surge fills your mouth with his hot seed. You suck and swallow and suck again as his liquid tribute spurts in your mouth or down your throat.

In that instant, you again catch the hint of a scent... a recognition... a memory. It tickles the back of your brain, but you are too exhausted to bring it to the surface.

The cock softens in your mouth and you suck to get the last drops of HIS cum.

He pulls his dick out of your lips and says, "Very good. That was your last lesson. You've graduated Magna CUM Louder. Congratulations you're not only a whore, but now a cum-slut, too."

You begin to say something in reply, but the cloyingly-scented cloth covers your mouth and nose again, and consciousness slips away. The last thing you hear is "Sleep, my little whore. Your time is done."

************************************

Your mind rises from a dream. It was a strange dream. An erotic dream. A twisted, sick, yet fantastically fulfilling dream.

You snuggle closer to the warm and naked male body beside you. A smile forms on your lips as you sigh. Then a scent tickles your nose. You breathe deeper, taking it in. You recognize the scent of your dream. You open your eyes and rise up, turning to look me in the eyes. Your mouth drops open as you struggle for something to say. Slowly you look around you. You see we're in my cabin high in the mountains. You turn and look through the archway into the living room and see there the bar... the chains... the cuffs. You feel a slight residual aching in your pussy, ass, throat. and limbs.

You turn back to me and I say, "Happy Birthday, Baby."

You stutter, "Y-y-y-y-y-you didn't have a conference call, did you?"

"No, Baby I didn't," I say.

"It wasn't a dream was it? It was you all along? And what day is it anyway?," you ask.

"It's Sunday. You slept the past 24 hours. You really needed them to recover after all I put you through. So, yes, it was all real... and at the same time not. You always told me that the one fantasy you've never been able to fulfill was your rape fantasy," I reply. "I decided to take it a step further. I hope you enjoyed your gift."

You stare at me as the cards finally all fall into place. You had mentioned your rape fantasy several times when we we're in the heat of passion or relaxing after a particularly strenuous bout. But, you never thought anyone would actually do it for you.

You look into my eyes, as tears slip down your cheeks. "I loved my gift, darling," you say as you bend down to hug me tight and kiss me deeply.

You break the kiss and lift up a bit, our eyes are locked together as you whisper, "I have a gift for you as well. It's... me. Body and soul. You've taken me places no one has ever done or could ever do before. You've opened my eyes to a whole new realm of pleasure. I'm YOUR whore... YOUR fuck-toy... YOUR cum-slut. I love you. Completely. Now and forever."



The Gift



I received a phone call from Master, saying to expect him home soon and that I should be ready to present myself to him. I panicked as he didn't say how much time I had to get ready. So I run to my room and leave a trail of clothing behind me. I jump in the shower and quickly wash the day off of me and then apply oil to my skin, to make it soft and lightly scented. I put on a white see-through silk baby doll that just covers my breasts and my sex. I swiftly move to the front door and stand in the hallway thinking it only took me 7 minutes, not to bad.

I take my place as I have been instructed before, in the entryway to the house, just at the living room opening. I stand proud, head high, my large breasts thrust out, legs parted, hips pushed forward and my fingers pulling up the edge of the silk to display my pussy. Then I wait and think. There is only one reason that he would ask me to present myself, he has been thinking about me and wants me. The thought makes me smile that after all this time he still wants me and the more I think about him coming through the door to me, it makes my pussy wet. The longer I think about what he may do to me when he gets here makes me even wetter. As I stand in presentation, the juices are building and I start dripping down my inner thigh. If only I could touch myself, slip a finger deep inside me or pinch my nipples, but this is off limits to me. My body belongs to him, and all pleasure will be given by him, and what great pleasure it is. 

I moan thinking about the time he pressed up against the back of the sofa and.......

The key is in the door, and slowly it opens, and in walks the most beautiful man, my Master. Tall, with close cut hair and gray eyes, strong wide shoulders and a narrow waist. I moan again slightly at the sight of him smiling at me. Then my eye sees his hand, there is something in it, but it is behind him, I am confused and scared. Then I see another pair of legs, and he pulls though the door a young girl, about 25, slender, red head, perky breasts, slim hips, and a mouth that begs to be kissed.

I see her and she sees me and we are both taken back, as she literally takes a step backward. I would have but I know I can not move from my position until I am told to. The look on her face tells me that is as unexpected for her as it was for me. My fingers falter and the silk falls and covers my sex. Master looks directly between my legs and arches an eyebrow and I quickly pull it back up showing my very wet, glistening pussy.

"I have brought you home a gift, my girl," says Master, "Her name is Amy. She came to the store today and I thought she would be a great addition to the family." As these words are spoken two things happen at the same time. The girl takes a very large step back, although Master still has her hand, and he gives me a very knowing look, that this girl was for me to play with, that this truly was a gift for me.

I rock forward onto the balls of my feet slightly just enough that Master notices, "Yes pet, come forward."

I walk to the girl, smile and say, "Hello, I'm Zee. Very nice to meet you Amy. Come into the kitchen and help me get wine for all of us." I take her hand, while leaning up to kiss Master fully and deep on the mouth.

"Bring it into the living room, when you are done, my pet." Master says and slaps me on the ass. I lead Amy through our home to the kitchen in the back. It is a bright and sunny kitchen and always cheers me when I enter it. I can tell that Amy is still in shock by my Master's words and I smile warmly at her and ask her if she would like red or white wine.

"Do you have anything harder?" she asks.

"I have some vodka in the freezer if you want to grab it."

"Thanks." and she moves the the fridge and looks into the freezer to find the bottle hidden in the back and I take a moment to look over my gift. She is lean and beautiful. Master was so kind in bringing me home such a prize today. I start thinking if that skirt was any shorter I could tell if she was wearing any panties. Well I will find out soon enough and smile to myself.

Amy finds the bottle, and I hand her a shot glass, as I take out a bottle of Master favorite white wine. She takes a double shot of vodka and leans back against the counter.

"Better?" I ask.

"MMM yes thanks I needed that. When Mark asked me to come home with him to met you, I didn't expect all this. I was thinking he was inviting me to dinner or something."

"And why do you think he invited you here for now?" I ask, as I am moving about the kitchen getting glasses and a tray and making sure that when I am done that I am standing quite close to her.

"Well, I think he wants to fuck me. Holy crap he thinks I am going to fuck him. He was really flirty at the store and funny." says Amy as the thought sinks in, the look on her face starts to change slowly to panic and then to something else, something deeper. Then after a moment she turns to me and asks, "Do you think he wants to fuck me?" no longer scared, but almost, almost with a hint of a smile.

I lay my hand on top of hers on the counter, caressing it softly. "Oh Amy, I have no doubt. But, do not worry. He will not do anything that you do not ask for."

"Oh, alright." she says slightly confused, but I feel her fingers lift to my touch as I knew they would. My fingers softly travel up her wrist to her arm, caressing as I go, so softly as my fingers kiss her skin, and I see her lips part slightly, and I take a step to her. My fingers travel up Amy's arm to her shoulder, and she turns to look at it, my fingers find her chin and turn her face to mine and kiss that sweet mouth of hers. Soft butterfly kisses on that month I have wanted to kiss since she walked though my door, and she responds with her own kisses and they then turn from soft innocent kisses to ones of need, of desire. My tongue presses to open her mouth to me and she does, so sweetly obeying my wishes, and my fingers go from her chin to the base of her neck, then to her back, pressing her and those firm breasts against me.

I feel her move into me, her hands tentatively on my arms and then slowly with more assurance, she snakes her arms around my back and I feel her whole body relax and melt into mine. My kisses are getting stronger as I work my fingers deep into her hair, and I pull her head back to expose her neck to me. I work needfully down her neck, kissing, licking and biting the tendon and I hear her moan deeply and press her neck into my mouth. With my other hand I slide under her top and find those breasts, so perky and firm there is no need for a bra, and now it is my turn to moan, and I bite the base of her neck hard enough that she will have a hickey forming soon.

I cup her right breast in my hand feeling the weight of it. I have to see it, to taste it, and before I can pull off her shirt, she is yanking it over her head in a motion so fast there is no doubt that she is also thinking the same thing. Pulling at her hard little nipples, I let go and they snap back into place, as she gasps. I roll one of the nipples between my fingers, and listen to her breathing quicken. I kiss her breast and feel her giving into me.

"Amy, what do you want?" I ask the gasping girl.

"Touch me, taste me, fuck me. Oh God yesssss." was her reply. 

I was only to happy to give this girl what she wanted and begged for. Slowly I work down her the tight flat stomach and find the edge of her skirt, tongue slipping into her navel and I hear her gasp. I can feel her hips moving forward into me, smelling her sweet honey. I grab her skirt in both hands and pull hard as her panties come with it. Leaning into her scent I drive my tongue into the girls dripping sex, and feel her buck under me. Damn she tastes as good as she looks.

She leans back and parts her legs, I see her beautiful pink pussy, completely bare with a small red rose tattoo near her lips. My tongue finds it and I moan as drive two fingers in her dripping hole. She instantly gasps loudly as her hand hits the cupboard door slamming it shut. My tongue heads right for her clit, making small circles around it. Amy's hips are bucking under me as I then bite that clit and suck it hard into my mouth. My fingers working in and out of her tight pussy, as I listen to her heavy breathing. I stand up, as I slide another finger into her, and feel her move against me. Her mouth finds mine with raw, passion filled kisses, and she moans into my mouth.

I want this girl and want her now. I turn her and push her down on the table then grab my double dildo, so nice to have a fully equipped kitchen, and slide one head into my slippery, hot pussy and then walk to her. Watching Amy as she is panting slightly with that look of slight fear and excitement in her eyes is my greatest pleasure, seeing a girl's face change and the desire grow and burn in her eyes.

Again I ask her, "What do you want?" I want to hear her answer, to hear her say the words, listen to her try to get them out, to admit them to herself. She is panting and making a pretty puddle on my kitchen table as I draw small circles around her clit. The poor thing is humping air and trying to get my fingers to closer to her pussy.

"Oh shit, fuck me, just fill me." she almost cries out as the other head of my dildo enters her pink pussy lips. I start to push it in slow and deep, filling her to the depths of her soul. The chorus of sounds coming from that perfect pink mouth leads me right to it and I cover hers with mine. Kissing her as deeply as I fuck her, probing and searching. My fingers find her breasts and slap them both. I release her from the kiss as I feel the scream escaping her at the same time I slam the cock hard into her and my moans join her screams.

I let my own pleasure build as our pussies rub together and filled with cock, my eyes catch a movement and see Master standing in the doorway watching with a smirk on his face. "You just couldn't wait could you, Angel?" He moves into the room and grabs the girl's head and pulls it over the edge of the table. In doing so he pulls me with her and I am kneeling on the table over the girl, the dildo stretching and pulling on us both. I hear Master's zipper open and see my candy slap the pink perfect mouth of the girl. "Open." Master says and she obeys. I smile as his first command is followed.

Master meets my eyes and kisses me as we both move as one, using the girl for our combined pleasure. He bites at my lip and quickly places on my chain weighted nipple clamps with swift knowing fingers. Damn he always comes so prepared. I gasp in my shock and as the pain flows through my breasts. Then smile widely as as the chain rocks and stretches my nipples while I am fucking the girl under me. We start a hard and deep pace, both together as one. I watch as my candy is swallowed over and over again by a mouth that is not mine, and feel my pussy clamp down in response. That perfect kissable mouth of hers wrapped around thick dark cock. I watch and am mesmerized by it. My pussy feeling it's own thick cock and wanting it harder and harder still. I thrust over and over into the girl, leaning down I biting her right nipple as I twist and pull the left. The poor thing is arching off the table, moaning and trying to gasp for air. I look up and Master is playing with her like a toy, plugging her nose and shoving cock down her throat. The grin on his face as he watches her is pure pleasure.

I am so close to the edge, as I bite down again, feeling the nub in my teeth swell and her back arch. Master grabs me by the hair and pulls me up to his lips. His mouth devours mine in complete ownership, hand on the back of my neck holding me, possessing me. I am kissing a man and fucking a woman, this thought passes through my mind and I moan loudly in to his kisses. He pulls back and I swoon in my thoughts and trying not to cum. He looks at me with a grin crossing his lips and he spanks my right boob hard. The shock and pain from the clamp fire through me and I open my mouth to scream when I hear him say "CUM". The scream turns into a cry of pure pleasure as the orgasm rocks me. I am cumming deep inside feeling the waves crashing over me. Then I feel Master is continuing to beat my breasts, which sends me over the edge again and again. Screams escape me as my pussy floods and gushes with juices. The girl on the table vanishes and it is just Master taking what is his from his angel. There is no give and take for it is all his. In my white haze I can hear Master and watch in dreamy eyes as he cums over the girls face. Is she crying or moaning? I can't really tell as I cum again and my eyes close as my toes go numb and the world melts away.

I come back to myself and I am sitting on the edge of the table, Amy still laying on it, curled up as one does after a good fucking, with a smile on her face. Master walks over to me and brushes the hair from my face. I smile up at him and say, "Thank you Master. May I keep her?" He laughs, his eyes sparkling and with a hit of evil.

"Yes my pet. You may keep her. Clean her up and put her in the guest room then come to bed. I am not finished with you yet. You have a punishment coming for starting without me." I smile and jump off the table and almost drag my new toy up the stairs, as I hear that happy evil laugh again behind me.



The Gift



It was our fifth anniversary, and my husband had told me to hurry home from work – he said he had a special evening planned. I was incredibly excited. After a big rough patch, Dave and I were finally really happy in our marriage once again- and having some of the best sex we'd ever had. I was hoping maybe he had decided to buy a special new sex toy to spice up our evening. It was torture counting down the minutes until I could leave work. 

On my way home I grinned while thinking about the night ahead. Recently we had begun exploring some real kink together, and I was hoping for maybe a little bondage, a sensual paddling, something truly "special". Dave had a very creative mind, and I knew he would make it an evening worth remembering. 

When I got home, I noticed a strange car in the driveway and frowned. Company? What lousy timing. Practically pouting, I made my way into the house. When I entered the kitchen I heard two male voices coming from the living room- one was Dave's, the other I didn't recognize.

"Honey?" I heard Dave call

"Yeah, it's me." I called back, removing my shoes

"Come in here. I have someone I want you to meet." Sighing, I made my way into the living room. So much for kicking off our special evening. When I entered the living room, I saw Dave was seated on the couch, and a strange man was sitting on the loveseat near him. 

"Honey, this is Paul." He nodded at the man on the love seat.

"Hey." Said Paul, extending his hand. I took his hand briefly, noting how big they were, enveloping my own small hand easily. I took that opportunity to look him over a little more closely. His eyes were dark blue, set nicely in a strong face. He smirked a little, a few strands of sandy blonde hair falling into his face. His shoulders were broad, but it was hard to judge his size while he was sitting.

"Nice to meet you Paul." I said pulling my hand back. Dave gestured for me to go to him and I did. He pulled me abruptly into his lap, and I couldn't keep the shock off my face. He wasn't really into displays of affection this drastic, especially in front of people I didn't even know. As he pulled me back further into his lap, I felt his rock hard erection against the back of my skirt. I tried not to grin. 

"Cat, I invited Paul here to help enjoy our special evening." I looked back at Dave confused, and then to Paul who was still wearing a casual smirk. 

"Um, what is it he does exactly? Tricks?" I laughed nervously, but neither of the men laughed with me. I shifted uncomfortable on Dave's lap. "Seriously, what does he have to do with our anniversary?"

"Why Cat, he's your present." At this both of the men finally laughed. Before I could ask another question Dave buried his fingers in my hair and pulled my mouth to his, kissing me deeply, his tongue aggressively caressing the inside of my mouth. As he kissed me, I felt his other hand quickly unbuttoning the front of my blouse. I pulled back from his mouth, ignoring the sudden painful jerk again my hair.

"Dave, what the hell are you doing?" Dave just grinned, tightening his grip on my hair as he continued to work my buttons with his other hand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Paul stand and move towards my back. Before I knew what was happening, Paul's large hands were sliding down the front of me moving inside my bra to cup my breasts. I froze in shock as he fingers found my nipples, pinching them gently. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I raised my hands to push Paul away, but Dave grabbed my wrists in his free hand, the other hand jerking my head back painfully.

"He's giving you what you want honey. Just relax and enjoy it." He pulled my face to his once again and began to kiss me while my mind reeled. Paul's fingers continued to work my nipples, tweeking them a bit harder, and I fought the urge to moan again Dave's mouth. 

It was then that I remembered that when Dave and I had been fixing our marriage, we had opened up about our deepest, darkest fantasies. After a lot of prodding, I had revealed that I had always wanted to be with two men at a time. When Dave said he might be willing to try that with me, I had shut down the idea quickly. I had protested that it was just a fantasy, that it would cause to many hurt feelings and lingering issues. I was happy to leave it a fantasy. Apparently Dave hadn't believed me. 

I felt Dave grind his hard cock against my ass while he kissed me, and one of Paul's hands came away from my nipples to work the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts completely. He tugged off my open blouse and the bra, and then went back to playing with my breasts. I felt myself grow wet, on the verge of whimpering in total pleasure, and fought to hold myself together, pulling away from Dave's mouth again.

"Please Dave, Paul, stop this. I didn't mean it. It was just a fantasy. We can't do this." I struggled against his and he gripped my wrists tighter.

"I know you want this baby. Paul is here to help. Just be quiet and enjoy it." I didn't know what to say. I felt Paul remove his hands from my tits and then heard the telltale signs of him removing his clothes. Unzipping his pants. I trembled a little against Dave and he grinned, his warm brown eyes full of wickedness. He placed both hands on my arms and turned me on his lap to face outward again. 

I was met with the sight of Paul's bared cock, large and erect. Seeing him standing, he was quite imposing, his deep blue eyes staring at me intently. I felt Dave's hand at the back of my head, pushing me forward towards Paul's cock. Dave's mouth was at my ear, his breath hot and heavy

"Suck his cock baby." I pushed back against his hand in protest, but he pushed me forward firmly and Paul stepped forward, the head of his cock pushing up against my closed lips. "Do it Cat," Dave purred against my ear "Just do it, I did this all for you. Please just appreciate it. "With that, I felt my lips open, taking the head of Pauls' cock into my mouth. He pushed his hips forward abruptly, and I felt his cock fill my throat, nearly choking me. 

"Good girl." Dave breather in spproval. Despite myself, I basked in his approval, sucking on Paul's cock now with true enthusiasm. As I did that, I felt Dave raise my ass up slightly, working the zipper on my skirt and putting my feet on the floor. Making sure I remained bent over Pauls' cock, Dave moved to stand behind me, pulling down my skirt and panties, leaving me in just my black thigh highs as I sucked Paul's cock. Paul gripped my face and began to fuck my face in earnest, making me grasp and struggle a bit. Dave pulled my hips back gently to sit on his lap once again, only this time, I felt his skin against mine as he settled me into his naked lap.

I groaned against Paul's cock as I felt Dave's fingers slip inside my incredibly wet pussy. After working me with his fingers for a few minutes, Dave moved my hips back and slid his big thick cock inside me. I pulled my mouth of Paul's dick, gasping and groaning loudly at the feel of Dave's cock inside me. He fit me so perfectly he almost always brought me to orgasm within minutes of being inside me. I watched through half closed lids as Paul stroked his cock, lubricated in my saliva, as I moved eagerly on Dave's cock. 

Paul knelt in front of me, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it hard, and flicking it with his tongue. His hand, played with my other nipple, and seconds later, I was cumming hard on Dave's cock. I shuddered and whimpered, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. Dave patted my ass in approval.

"Get on your knees" Dave said, lifting me off his cock. I obeyed, done with fighting. I got down on the floor on all fours, and felt Dave move behind me. Paul slid himself beneath me, and his mouth found my pussy, his tongue moving over my clit. Dave moved his fingers against my ass, and I felt the familiar slickness of lube against my ass. Gently, Dave inserted his finger in my ass, working it gently. I had only recently come to enjoy ass play, but I pushed against his finger eagerly, Paul's skillful tongue driving my excitement. After a minute, Dave inserted another finger and I moaned loudly, feeling another orgasm build. 

Once he felt he had me properly warmed up, I felt the head of Dave's cock against my ass, and I tensed slightly. We had only had anal sex a few times, and I knew how much Dave loved it. As Paul worked my pussy with his mouth, I relaxed against Dave's cock as he pushed it gently in my ass. Before I knew it, his entire cock was inside my ass, then moving slowly. 

"Oh yes!" I cried, and before I knew it, my body was in the grip of another powerful orgasm. Paul's mouth worked against me hard, licking up my juices as Dave fucked my ass a little harder. "Oh yes, fuck me." I moaned. I watched as Paul slid out from under me, turning and sliding back beneath me. He raised his hips and his cock was in my pussy, both men now fucking me hard.

I had never been doubly penetrated before, and it threatened to completely overwhelm me. I steadied myself with my hands, feeling like the men would split me in half any moment. I felt Dave tense and knew he was close to cumming- he never lasted long when he was inside my tight ass. Paul grunted beneath me as well, fighting against his own orgasm. 

It was Paul who gave out first. I felt him pull out of me abruptly, and then his hot cum was hitting my breasts from below. The sensation pushed me over the edge and I came again as Dave continued to fuck my ass. Soon, he couldn't handle it any longer, and I felt his cock spasm inside me, filling my ass with his cum. When he was finished he pulled out, drawing me down to the floor, to lay my head against his chest. Paul's strong, warm legs pushed against my back, his cum still hot and sticky against my tits. I sighed contentedly against Dave's chest.

"Happy Anniversary Honey. Hope you liked your gift."