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Indecent Proposal

By: jaybee



I picked the couple up at the international airport. They were German, the girl around twenty-four, the man around forty-five. Still, from the way they talked and held on to each other, I got the impression that they were husband and wife. He had a hand on her waist, in the manner of one who married a young wife and is proud of the fact that it was out of love.

As a taxi-driver in the rapidly expanding city of Islamabad, I have learned to derive characters of potential passengers with a single glance. This is a tool that is essential for survival in the mean streets - after dark, it's always a risk that you might lose your life for your vehicle. Money is scarce, conscience even more. At the same time, a fare is worth too much to lose over fear; hence, the diagnoses become paramount.

The moment I saw these people, I got the impression that they were just plain middle-class folks, out on their honeymoon and not caring where that was as long as they had each other for company. Fortunately, I was the first cab in the stand, and at the prepaid fare counter, the cops allotted me the ride. They would get their regular 'tips' at the end of the month.

"Where to, Sahib?" I asked as they got in, greedily eyeing the generous sum they gave the porter. Obviously, German Marks outweighed the Pakistani Rupee by more than a mile, but the man, Allah bless his soul, didn't seem to be too bothered about the exchange rate. I had initially thought they were middle-class - now I felt my spirits raise as I realized they belonged at least a couple of steps above on the social strata.

It wasn't self-pity or greed that I felt; nevertheless, for a good amount of money, I was sure I could do anything. The degree in BA and MA from Jinnah-Ali college meant nothing if it can't put food on your plate, and the sudden fall to a two-room shanty at the end of Zia-il-thikan Drive from the rural bungalow that I had lived in in my youth had taught me valuable lessons about money that no commerce class can teach.

I always thanked Him for His Grace - I had only two other mouths to feed, my wife and my daughter. Being a taxi-driver did not mean that I could get her married off cheaper. Even the position of a second wife for my Haseena would cost me the unaffordable dowry of a lakh rupees. I had seventeen thousand at the most, including my 1984-model Ambassador. The house was not my own, and at six hundred rupees a month, it was a cheap roof. In Islamabad, even pure water costs money.

Behind me, the couple were talking softly, and although I heard an occasional giggle or two, I did not, nor did I want to, hear anything of what was being said. It was easier on the discretion that way - in a single day, one hears many things one shouldn't have. I choose to ignore words that are not spoken to me.

"Excuse me, Herr Driver, but how far is it to the hotel?" 

"Thirty-five minutes, Madam. Could be forty if the traffic increases."

"Good," she said, "Plenty of time."

The next time I glanced into the rearview mirror, I saw the two of them kissing. It was nothing new to me; plenty of my fares had kissed in the privacy of my vehicle before. I would have dismissed this incident too as another statistic had it not been for the fact that the girl called her husband, 'father!'

The man's eyes flicked towards me, and I knew he was immediately aware of the fact that his daughter's addressing him had not lost his significance on me. I averted my eyes hastily, reminding myself that it was none of my business. I have a very open-mind. So long as no one got hurt, anybody had the right to do anything they pleased. Live, and let live.

Still, the implications of what I had heard refused to leave me alone. Incest. Father and daughter. Husband and wife. The same two people.

It wasn't that I hadn't heard about the existence of incest. In fact, a distant relative of mine living in the same colony had bragged about having laid all of his closest female relatives. His mother, sisters, aunts, nieces... hell, someone even said that the man screwed his daughter behind her husband's back. This was actually an exception; my colleagues have recounted countless stories of incest among the elite of the society. That's more common, they say.

One fellow even went to the extreme of revealing every little detail of the sordid stuff that went on inside his cab when he had a man, his wife and her niece as the fares. It was the first time he had seen a threesome - with lesbianism at that - and he had never known a woman could enjoy being insulted by her husband and his mistress until then. The man was a good storyteller, and although he must have exaggerated along some points, the story was too probable to be untrue.

I rode them the rest of the way in educated silence, choosing to resist the temptation to look at the mirror. Back in my college days, wild and wealthy, I had been a complete voyeur, even going so far as to spy on my teachers and classmates. That was how I had met my wife, Saira - she caught me stealing a peek into her bathroom at her hostel. I will never forget the way she stormed into my room the following night, took off all her clothes, slapped me once and then kissed me.

Ten months later, Haseena had been born. The marriage had preceded her by a day.

Then, five years later, the stream of setbacks started. The family house was lost to moneylenders, Saira had a miscarriage, I lost my work when the newspaper I worked for was burnt down by a mob... It was only when I bought the secondhand Amby that the tide against me receded. Haseena and Saira were the only things that had kept me from going out with the ebb.

The doorman shot me a look of disdain as I pulled up to the hugely extravagant entrance of the Regency Plus, the most opulent of five-star hotels in the country. After all, in the presence of great names like Volvo, Mercedes and BMW's, my breadwinner stood out like a giant mammoth, outdated and extinct.

"Thank you for the ride, Herr -"

"Rahman," I said. I had picked up a smattering of German and French in college.

"Thank you, Herr Rahman," and I was surprised when he shook my hand. He smiled, then gave me two-hundred rupees. "Do you do charter trips?"

I replied in the affirmative. Charter trips were often a dream come true - you claim a flat amount, no matter how much you actually ride around, and in the long run, you get to have quite a sum left over after the diesel and the oil. "How long, Sir?"

"We'll be here for a couple of weeks. How about driving us for the entire period?"

That was quite a pleasant surprise. Two weeks of devoted driving... I could make at least four thousand rupees! I nodded enthusiastically as I held up five fingers. "Five thousand rupees," I offered, expecting him to bargain down to four.

The German nodded. "Reasonable," he said, reaching into his wallet and taking out two five-hundred rupee notes. "Here's the advance."

My father, Allah bless his rested soul, had always impressed upon me the value of responsibility and obligation. I decided not to take the advance - if something happened that made me unable to come the next day, it would leave a very bad impression on the guests. Besides, it would be a greater temptation to go for other runs, and treat this amount as just a bonus.

"I am sorry, Sahib, but I would rather not take any advance. If I am not able to come tomorrow... if something unexpected, or if my car doesn't start... you would be cheated, Sahib."

I could see the man was impressed. "You are right, Herr Rahim -"

"Rahman," I corrected politely.

"Yes, of course. Sorry. Herr Rahman, I must say I am impressed by your sincerity. I think getting you as a chauffeur is probably one of the best decisions I will make in this country. Thank you, and be here at nine in the morning sharp."

"Shall I wait for you, Sahib?"

"Bunder. Call me Bunder. Yes, you need wait here... better yet, as soon as you arrive, get the bellboy to page us. That way, neither of us will have to wait."

"Very well," I bowed slightly. "But whom should I ask for, Sahib - Herr Bunder? Will you be registered under any other name?"

"Heinrich Bunder. Just ask for Mr. and Mrs. Bunder."

"Mr. and Mrs. -" I was actually repeating the name just to be sure I got it right, but Heinrich was obviously still worried about how his relationship with his daughter had popped out. He interrupted me hastily, pulling me aside, out of earshot of the doorman. He fished into his wallet again and pulled out another couple of hundred rupees.

"I hope you can keep a secret, Herr Rahman. I mean, this should be enough, shouldn't it?"

I turned the money away. "You can trust me, Sahib."

"Yes. It's just a gift, this money, for that trust." 

"Trust cannot be bought, Sahib. It can only be promised. Please do not insult me by offering anything." 

Reluctantly, he put the money back in his pocket. He started to say something, but I held up a hand. "It is blackmail if I take money from you, Sahib. Personal matters of yours are not Rahman's golden goose."

He smiled. "You know, for a taxi-driver, you speak pretty good English."

"Did my degree in Arts, Sahib. But it wouldn't earn me anything." It was a futile subject, one I was not too keen on going over. I looked at the watch. "Nine, tomorrow morning," I promised. Then I drove off.

That was the first night in a long time that we had a happy dinner. The food was the same - gruel and boiled fish - but the realization that things were finally looking up put all of us in good spirits. It was also the first night in a long time that I could dream about my daughter's marriage when I slept.

Over the course of the next week, with me driving them all around town, and once, even a trip to a neighboring city, a good rapport developed between the two of us. He was an extremely talented man at putting someone at ease, and before long, I had opened up to him about the way I was leading my life. My family, my wife, my daughter... he was willing to hear about them all, and I was only too eager to boast about my precious ones.

His daughter, whose name I learnt was Katrine, was just as talkative - when she wasn't smooching with her father, of course. I turned a blind eye to whatever went on behind me, the cue for me to do so being her throwing her arms around him, and the tinted glass kept their amorous conversations from being seen by others. Once, on the highway, I accidentally looked back, and saw the man with his face buried in his daughter's naked bosom.

I suppose that should have evoked enough teostosteronal imagination for me to start seeing my daughter in a different way, but Allah graced me, and I managed to keep my head free of incestuous thoughts.

It was on the following Sunday that Herr Bunder put forward a request. He wanted to visit the red-light areas of Islamabad. I have driven many male passengers there, into that seedy locality, and I warned him that it wasn't exactly the kind of place you could go with a female escort. Especially when his female escort was his daughter-wife.

Nonetheless, I did as he directed, and we drove around the place for around half-an-hour. I was ashamed that such a place existed in Pakistan... I am aware that it exists in every nation, every city, but to see it in person is really heart-wrenching. Burqa-clad women standing beside drunk pimps, who, as a preview for the customers, would pull up the long, black dress to show potential customers the woman's legs. It was the breeding ground of AIDS and other STDs, and had plenty of bastard children playing on the streets as part of the total package.

The tourists seemed to be scouting for someone. Occasionally, they would ask me to slow down and whisper hurriedly, pointing at one whore or another, and then signal me to move on. We had almost reached the other end of the area when I was asked to stop.

It was the girl who got out of the car. She spoke to one of the women there, and I could see her gesturing something like a video-camera and money. Apparently, the deal didn't cut through, and she came back, disappointed.

"Wouldn't do it," she reported to her father. "Says she won't have anything to do with cameras and pictures."

We reentered the mainstream traffic, and the two of them were silent for some more time. It was only when we neared the hotel that Bunder spoke again.

"Rahman," I had asked him to drop the Herr part, "Do you know anybody who would do porn stuff? For a price of course."

"Porn? You won't get common whores for that, Sahib, they are too worried about the rest of the family finding out. The only ones who do porn here are those in the white-collar section, ex-actresses and models. But they will cost the heavens, Sahib."

I pulled up in front of the entrance. The doorman, although used to my arrival by now, still shot me that same disdainful look. He opened the door for the guests, shooting me a contemptuous glance that ordered me to leave as soon as the fare had been paid. I smiled back sarcastically at him.

Bunder got out, then turned towards me. "We are looking for middle-class, Rahman. It's got to be natural. Just a man and a woman, locals. That's all. It's just for a movie we want to send back home."

"How much will you offer, Sahib?"

"Fifty thousand," he whispered, casting a wary glance at the doorman who had resumed his bored position beside the door. Noticing my awed look, he added hastily, "Ready Pakistani Rupees."

"Are you certain, Sahib?" I asked, still trying to figure out the number of zeroes in the amount. He nodded sincerely before turning around and following his 'wife' into the hotel.

It was my plump woman Saira who had the brilliant idea. "Did it occur to you that it is a wonderful opportunity?"

"For whom? What?"

"For us, my simple husband. Just imagine - fifty big ones, just for acting a little bit."

"Acting in a porn movie," I reminded.

"Yes, but an opportunity nonetheless. We could do it, Rahman dear, just the two of us. That way, we will be a significant step closer to getting Haseena married off to a good family. Never mind it's a porn film - obviously, they intend on selling it back in Germany. Only in Germany. Besides, I don't think you can get anyone more middle-class than us."

I had to admit it - it was a good idea. If no one would ever come to know of it, we could easily pull it off. After all, it wasn't like we were going to have sex with anybody else, and I was sure the chemistry between us could more than offset the more mature looks of my wife.

A quick call to the Germans later, the three of us - Saira, me and Haseena - piled into the old trustworthy. Bunder was under employment to the studio that made these videos, and he informed me that I would have to send a picture of the two of us to the Head Office back in Munich before the amount would be released. 

In the short time that it took us to get dressed, Bunder managed to book up an entire guest house for the following week. I was proud of my two ladies as we waited for Bunders in the parking lot of the hotel. Saira was dressed in a light blue Salwar Kameez that seemed to have been toned to her complexion; but it was Haseena who was everything her name proclaimed.

Haseena. The Beautiful.

She had on a silk saree, a grandmotherly inheritance, and the thin alloyed necklace I had brought for her when she had graduated hung around her neck. She was incredibly fair, with the smiling face and long, black hair accentuating her beauty. On this night, she had the hair pulled into a bun at the back of her head, looking more like a high-level socialite than the simple daughter of a taxi-driver. 

For once, I felt sorry about myself - if only I had been reasonably well-off, she might not have had to wait so long to find a mate for herself. She handled herself with grace, and in spite of myself, I felt a slight twinge of envy for the man who would have her by his side for the rest of his life.

Heinrich and Katrine Bunder showed up only a couple of minutes late, and the younger German had a photography camera around her neck. Heinrich greeted me warmly the moment he saw me, and in spite of my earlier admonition, addressed me with the 'Herr' prefix.

"Herr Rahman! It's a pleasure to see you again! And this must be the loving family you talk about all day." He bowed to the ladies, and Haseena giggled like a little girl when he took her hand and kissed it in the manner of a gentleman. "Frau Saira, Haseena - the pleasure's all mine."

"Daddy," broke in the excitable Katrine Bunder. "Stop flirting with the hosts!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Saira's eyes dart in my direction - I had 'failed' to mention the acute nuances of the relationship Katrine and her father had. Even Haseena glanced sharply in my direction.

Thankfully, neither my wife nor my daughter brought the subject up. They shook hands with our 'employers,' graciously complimenting the redheaded woman on how dashing she looked. It was a warm evening, an early night, and Heinrich suggested that they e-mail a picture of us - I realized that the camera on Katrine was a Polaroid - and then, while the folks in Munich went over it, the three of us would be treated to a very generous dinner.

It was around nine in the night when we returned to the bungalow on the outskirts of the city, having enjoyed the good meal, and the three ladies were really bonding now. We had a wonderful time, and although it was a slight embarrassment when Heinrich paid the bill and not me, it was quickly forgotten when he quipped that the treat would be on me next time.

A couple of shots from the Polaroid had been scanned and - I must say the science in it all surpasses me - were e-mailed to Munich, to whoever it was who decided what people would like to see. The second snap had the three of us, a suggestion that Katrine had put forward. We all waited in the living room while Heinrich returned from the nearby cybercafe.

His face was grim. "Bad news, my friend."

My heart sank. Gone was the money. Gone were my dreams. Gone was the smattering of hope from our lives.

Katrine snatched the printout of the e-mail from her father and read it frantically, apparently looking for some loophole to get us in. I was touched by the gesture, frankly. At the same time, though, I was ready to call it quits in the face of Allah. Why did he have to give us the joy, only to snatch it away from our fingertips?

Katrine reread the e-mail again, and a slow smile appeared at the corner of her lips. "Not all bad news, though," she announced, and immediately, she had the undivided attention of eight eyes. She held up the e-mail in front of us in the manner of a politician exposing an opponent's misappropriations.

"Gunter says Rahman is okay... it's just that Saira is... to quote him, too homely. That reduced the sex appeal."

"I could have told you that," her father sulked, "But I didn't want to hurt her feelings."

My wife brushed off the apology. "None needed, Herr Bunder." She smiled wanly. "Besides, I think being homely would have been an excellent compliment for a housewife... But let me not interrupt you, Frau Katrine. Please do go on."

"I am not a Frau to you, Saira," Katrine reminded. "But never mind - here's where the silver lining comes in. It says here that if either you, Rahman, or you, Haseena, act in the movie, you get to have half of the amount. That's twenty five thou."

I didn't know if I could sleep with anyone else for a million dollars, let alone thirty thousand, but the fact that Haseena's future was intrinsic to the equation put me at a disadvantage. It was my wife who broke the ice, though.

"So if either my husband or my daughter sleeps with someone else in front of the camera, we get twenty-five thousand rupees. Right?"

Heinrich nodded. "That's true. It's the same amount we would have paid if the two of you were in it together. Please accept our deepest regrets, Frau Saira. Unfortunately, we cannot go beyond Gunter's wishes. He has the real money; we don't."


Indecent Proposal



Silence. Deafening silence. Until Saira spoke again.

"What if Rahman and Haseena were to ... you know, together? Do we still get the full amount?"

I don't know who was more shocked - me or my daughter. Even by way of innuendo had I never entertained such a thought, and here was my wife, laying it all out like some simple picnic lunch. "What!" I was the first to find my voice.

Saira ignored my outburst, opting to wait until either of the Germans answered her. Katrine smiled warmly; Heinrich allowed himself to relax. "Yes, we would."

"No way," I broke in abruptly. No way was I going to fuck my daughter, and that too in front of a camera. Not for a million bucks. Not for all the money in the world.

Saira turned to me. "Listen, we need the money, don't we? We have built so many dreams on it already. Can you give it all up?"

"But Haseena is our daughter -"

"I am more aware of that fact than you are - after all, I am her mother. Bore her for ten months. I am also aware that we need too much money for you to let your morals guide you."

I was stunned into silence for a couple of minutes. Noticing my troubled expression, Heinrich offered to leave the room to give us some privacy, but Saira asked that they stay back. It was a tricky situation, and as much as I found myself wanting to say no, I couldn't bring myself to voice the words.

Instead, I rallied back for another attack. "She is a virgin, and she should be for her wedding night."

Saira laughed at my archaic excuse. "It's Pakistan of the 21st century, my dear husband. Few remain virgins until marriage nowadays. Besides," she cut me off when I started to argue another point, "Hymens are not the absolute evidence of virginity. It can be torn by any number of reasons, and I don't suppose any son will want to learn more of such things about his wife."

Clean bowled.

Saira turned to Haseena. "What do you think, Haseena? Would you act alongside your father?"

My daughter lowered her head. She did not say anything. She did not say no.

Saira turned to me with a victorious smile. "See! Haseena has no problem with it!" 

I wanted to point out that our daughter hadn't said yes particularly, but Saira anticipated my defense. She shushed me with a finger on my lips, and I obliged. Heinrich and Katrine were watching the unfolding situation with interest, arms around each other's waist, ready to step in if I took to violent means. But I could see that they were interested. After all, wouldn't we be emulating them?

"Listen, dear husband of mine," Saira continued in a gentler, more sensual approach. "Losing my virginity to you is something I still rank as one of my best decisions. Not just because I love you, but because I loved the way you made love to me that day. You are a very good partner, and I would say that Haseena following in my footsteps to lose her virginity to you is probably the bonus in the whole affair.

"I know she is just nineteen; and do you remember how horny we were at that age? I mean, just look at her peers. Most of them are already on to their second or third boyfriends. Premarital sex is not as uncommon as you would like to think, Rahman, it's the reality that you have to accept."

I stared at her blankly.

Exasperated by the reaction, Saira grabbed Haseena's arm and pulled her to a couple of feet in front of me. "Look at her, Rahman, look at her! She is not some young girl whose trust you are violating - she is twenty, for crying out loud. She needs a person to love her as you love me, as a man loves a woman. We can't afford that on what we earn, we can't get an ideal match for her. So we will have to do with the best that we've got."

"And I am the best you've got?" I asked sarcastically.

I will forever cherish her reply. "Make no mistake about it, hubby dear. You are the best. I am the lucky one to have you."

Saira allowed a moment for the compliment to sink in before doggedly returning to her idea. She placed a hand under Haseena's jaw and tilted her face up. I was looking into my daughter's downcast eyes, shame or reluctance the cause, when my wife ran a hand over the swell of my daughter's breasts. It was a purely reflex action that I followed the movements of her hands with my eyes.

Ya Allah! I swear I hadn't entertained any incestuous thoughts about my daughter before.

Before.

For the first time, I saw that my daughter had, in the physical sense, grown into a fine woman. She was well-filled in all the right places, yet not obscenely so, and the heaving of the lungs as she breathed heavily was only emphasizing her womanly features. I took in the trim stomach, exposed in a narrow gap between the saree and her pallu. These were just the physical features, and I realized that my little girl was as beautiful below the neck as she was above, as peerless outside as she was inside.

The thing that disturbed me was not that it was a father's pride I was feeling. It was something more... animalistic? The lust that one feels for another? The strange feeling that they call love at all levels? All I knew was that at that moment, my daughter passed away. In her place was Haseena, a very beautiful woman who no man, including her own father, could resist. 

The battle raged within me. How could I, I asked myself, even subject her to this? It should never have been brought up, the suggestion of incest. But now that it had, now that my wife had drawn my sexual gaze on to my daughter, I didn't know if things would ever return to normal again.

"I don't think Haseena is too keen -" I protested.

"Nonsense," my wife countered. Turning to our daughter, she asked her, in a very kindly voice, "Do you want to do it, Haseena? Don't say yes, though, if you want to say no. Don't say yes unless you are sure you want Papa to make love to you."

I expected my daughter to shake her head. Instead, slowly, almost imperceptibly, my little girl nodded. I could see the grin spreading across my wife's face. "Are you sure, Haseena?" she prodded.

This time, she looked up and met my eyes. I could see the blush on her cheeks, like a dash of rouge, and she maintained eye-contact for five seconds. Then she lowered her head in the manner of a demure princess accepting the hand of a suitor, and said, clearly, plainly, "Yes."

"That's it then," my wife moved over to the Bunders, shaking hands with them. "It's decided. Deal?"

"Deal," Heinrich concurred, shooting the three of us a very relieved and thankful glance. Katrine and Saira hugged each other, then the German girl gave my daughter a hug. It wasn't my imagination that saw Haseena winking at me naughtily over Katrine's shoulder.

Heinrich came over to me and shook hands very warmly. "Thanks, my friend, you just saved my ass from getting fired. It is a pleasure doing business with you."

"When do you want to shoot?" I asked, indeliberately betraying the same anticipation that my daughter must have been feeling. Saira looked at me with an amused expression, and I grinned back at her.

"How about right now?" Heinrich replied. "We've got the video setup ready in the master bedroom... but if you want to wait..."

"Now would be just fine," my wife broke in. "I mean, there is nothing else to do except making love, right? No scripts or anything?"

Katrine nodded. "There is nothing to delay us tonight itself, and I would much rather that we get it to Gunter as soon as possible."

I feigned still-lingering reluctance as the five of us walked to the master bedroom on the first floor. What I saw amazed me! The room was half the size bigger than the living-room below, and that made it almost six times as big as my entire house. There was a huge bed, gold and ornate, in one corner of the room, opposite to which there were five wardrobe-cabinets with full-size mirrors.

On a tripod a little away from the dead center of the room was a camera, attached via cables to a small screen on a table beside a door that, I guessed correctly, led to the bathroom. There was a diffused light in the room, and the whole atmosphere seemed to act like an aphrodisiac. My resolve to back out anytime I had to was starting to weaken.

"Wow!" exclaimed my daughter. I looked at her, not at the face as a whole, but the little features that lead to the big picture. Her rosy red lips, those blushing cheeks, that cute dimple of hers, the thin strands of hair that almost always fell across her face, those brown eyes, the nose with that sexy upturn, the ears adorned with imitation jewelry... she was a sight to behold. 

I knew I had fallen in love with my daughter. And I knew it was wrong.

It was only when Saira waved a palm in front of me that I realized that I had been daydreaming. On everyone's face now was a silly, infectious grin, except on Haseena. I have never seen a smile more beautiful, more communicative. Once again, I pinched myself mentally. This was not the time to go ga-ga over my daughter.

"Why don't the two of you move into the middle of the room and start kissing? Just wait for the signal," Heinrich said from behind the camera. Katrine sat at the screen-console, and Saira joined her at her side. Haseena was already in the position indicated, and she cast a quick, shy glance in my direction as I walked over to her.

I stood in front of my daughter, smelling her sweet perfume that would make an incense stink by comparison, and just savored the feel of looking at her. There whirring of the camera started, a couple of lights were switched on, Katrine barked directions to her father, but inside my ears, all sounds ceased.

The Universe ceased. There was me, and there was my daughter. There were just the two of us.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Kissing, yes. But where would I proceed from there? I felt like a kid on his first date. If there was one thing I didn't want to do in the whole world, it was to humiliate myself in front of Haseena. I wanted to prove to myself that I was worthy of her.

"Action!"

Haseena still hadn't looked up at me again, but as soon as I heard the signal, my head just started to move towards her beautiful face as if I had willed it. There was no hurry, only the languid movement of my face towards hers, my lips towards hers. At the last second, Haseena looked up, our eyes met. 

Perhaps it is human nature, handed down from generation to generation, or perhaps all of our sensual actions are governed into mechanical responses, because the kiss was incredibly indefinable. She was a virgin, this was probably her first kiss, and I had never kissed a woman other than my wife in my entire life, but as soon as we made contact, there was the sense of fulfillment, of closure, that is so characteristic of a true act of love.

My tongue peeked out and traced the contours of her lips; the latter parted, and her tongue darted out quickly, just touching the tip of my serpent before shyly withdrawing. As much as I wanted to, I didn't follow her - I felt that I had to give her time to discover her own calling. It was a magical day for both of us, more so for her as she would become a woman. I teased her lips with my tongue, alternately mashing against them with my lips.

After a couple of minutes, a period that I later measured in the video, Haseena ventured out again to invite me. This time, she let herself linger longer in my mouth, playing around with my tongue until I chased her back. We kissed like lovers - we kissed as lovers - for some more time.

Almost as if on cue, both of us pulled apart at the same time, still tasting the other on the lips. Her eyes, two brown pearls, gazed into mine with a matching intensity, reflecting the limitless love that we held for each other. The rest of the world was forgotten; the motif of our existence became each other.

Her hand went up to her pallu, the free end of her saree that was hung over her shoulder, but I placed a gentle hand on her. Wordlessly, I told her that I wanted to undress her. I wanted to take her clothes off, one by one, tasting her flesh as they were exposed inch by luscious inch. Haseena dropped her hand to her sides, but they soon gathered a confidence of their own accord, and as I pushed her saree off her shoulder, her digits started to unbutton my shirt.

Sarees, like dhotis, have to be tied around the waist - this is often done by wrapping it tightly around the waist and squeezing the free end between the body and the cloth. Once the pallu slid to the floor with a very erotic swish, I allowed my hands to trail down the sides of her body, down her flat stomach, and inserted it into the hem of her dress. 

Haseena undid the last button on my shirt in perfect sync with the dropping of her saree.

The rest of our movements can be best described as a dance of love, as we kissed once again. Her blouse was off next, followed by my vest. It took my breath away to see this vision par excellence standing there in just her bra and underskirt, waiting for me to make love to her. The bra straps slid of her shoulder, and she wiggled out of them, the action causing her pert, young breasts to jiggle slightly. They were, I thought proudly, the best anyone could ever come across. Firm, around the size of a clenched fist, with those delectably pink buds on top that deserve a much better name than 'nipples.'

I brushed lightly against one of the nipples, and she let out a moan. Not too loud, but not too silent either. Emboldened by her response, I flicked the bud with my index finger. Another moan. Her hands clutched the back of my head as I started to envelop her breast, evoking, this time, a very loud moan. She fell back on the bed, pulling me along with her.

I suckled and nibbled along her tits - once again, a derogatory term for those perfect mounds - until she started to buckle and jerk under me. Her first orgasm! I quickly whipped off her underskirt, my hands doing the work automatically. I cupped her pussy, smooth and baby-soft, as the first jet of her juices came rushing out, soaking the sheets and my hand.

After another, similar result with her right breast, I kissed my way down to the shaved V of her womanhood. It's one of the few edicts of Islam that I really agree with - pubic hair is nothing but a nuisance. Especially on a woman as beautiful as my daughter. Haseena gasped when I kissed her just above her slit.

"What are you doing, Papa? Isn't it... dirty?"

"Nothing's too dirty for you, my princess," I mumbled as I ravished her femininity with my mouth. "Honey - that's what this is, Haseena. Your honey."

I ate her until she orgasmed again, this time covering my face with her juices. She tugged me gently by my hair, and I moved upwards again, until I was hovering over her. Face to face, eye to eye. A drop of her cum that had been hanging from my nose fell on her face, beside her mouth, and she ran her lips over the gooey stuff. 

Apparently, she liked what she tasted, because she didn't let me go until she had licked my face clean. We kissed again as I stripped myself of my pants, my hands seemingly assured of themselves as they pushed the material, now soiled with her cum, down to my ankles. I tasted herself on her, as we tossed saliva mixed with the juices that she had licked off my face, and the sensation was nothing short of the exuberance of life.

The continuous motion finally landed my hard cock at the entrance to her hole. The acquiescence for the ultimate act of unison between man and woman was given, and I started to slide into her. She was a tight fit, almost wrenching my cock into two before I had even reached her hymen. Images of me breaking Saira's skin that first night flashed before my eyes, but even though I was nearing my release at a neck-breaking pace, I knew that pain was the last thing my daughter needed.

Instead of just ramming apart her pussy, I primed her for the penetration, slowly sliding back and forth until the stimulation caused her to see stars again. At the highest peak of her orgasm, I slammed myself to the hilt inside her. That was all it took for me to blow my own load.

Over and over again, we came, father and daughter consummating like few others had done. The slight run of blood from her torn knot mixed with our combined fluids, seeping out as a tiny stream from the still stuffed pussy. Haseena had her legs wrapped firmly around my waist, and I collapsed on top of her, locked in the tightest of embraces with my daughter. With my daughter who was my lover.

I closed my eyes as I rolled over, settling with Haseena on top of me. She laid her head on my chest, the long, soft hair spreading over her back and sides like some exotic blanket. It was only when Katrine - or was it Saira - cleared her throat that we came back from the realms of the loving.

"Great stuff," Heinrich complimented. 

"Wonderful," Katrine chirped in.

All eyes turned to look at the silent and sober Saira. She stared at me, intimidating me because it was a totally unexpected reaction from her part. Abruptly, she broke into the widest of grins I have ever seen on a face. "And I thought I was the only one who got you going!"

Suddenly, Haseena and I realized that we were still naked - not only naked, but still 'conjoined.' Haseena started to get up, ever conscious of the fact that her crotch was an obscene evidence of our lovemaking. As strange as it may sound, my cock was still in a firm grip inside her womb.

"It's all right," Saira assured, seeing our daughter's endeavor to get up. "Don't bother covering yourself. In case you've forgotten, we've got the last hour on tape... you didn't seem so worried about clothing back then."

"Ya Allah!" I exclaimed. One hour! "Did we really go at it for an hour?"

"And a couple of minutes," Katrine added, and pointed to where her father was removing the tape from the camera. "It's a seventy-five minute tape, and frankly, we were starting to get worried about containing everything on a single cassette."

"Let me burn this into a CD," Heinrich said as he walked towards the door. "And then get it to Gunter as soon as possible. Back in an hour, folks." Turning to Saira and Katrine, he winked mischievously. "Fraus Saira and Katrine, don't you think these two should get some privacy now?"

The two ladies grinned patronizingly as they followed Herr Heinrich Bunder out of the room. "Good night!" "See you tomorrow!"

"Papa," Haseena whispered huskily after the door closed. "Is it always this good?" 

I smiled at my lover. "Why don't we see about that?"

It was even better.

It's been three months now, from the very day that Haseena and I had become lovers. Not a single day had passed without us making love, and the only downdraft had been that tongues had started to wag about us in the neighborhood. Heinrich had asked me the last time he called whether I wanted to move to Germany, in return for a couple of more films with the company. Without any further deliberation, I had said yes.

It's not that I don't like Pakistan - I just don't think people will understand it when Haseena delivers our baby the coming September. 

That's just six months from now.

P.S. Now my wife thinks the movie was a bad idea - after all, she got a wonderful groom for her daughter without paying a single paise. Me.



Indecent proposal



Wearing only a black thong and matching bra I sat waited for my husband to show up nervously in between the two handsome black men.

You couldn't have convinced me by any means three months ago that I would have been right here, right now and undressed in this fashion, sitting with a large well built black man on each side of me, lightly caressing my thighs. 

I've always been attractive, or so you might say, looking younger than my driver's License and turning heads whenever my husband and I would go out.

At five four and 122 lbs I gathered quite a look from the men with my large natural breasts, especially after all the working out I have been doing the last year and a half.

I guess that's where it all started, getting into shape and wanting to try new things.

Just a short while ago, while on vacation here in this upscale Mexico coastal town, my husband and I met these nice men when we were out dancing. One thing led to another and before long I was dancing first with one and then with the other.

I think I became intoxicated with their compliments as well as the liquor and before we knew it we were all four chatting away and my husband and I were telling all to these two strangers.

In the conversation we soon found out the two handsome black men were very successful business partners in a company both my husband and I had both heard of.

Some how or another swinging came up and my husband admitted we had considered it and may again if the situation was right.

Bragging began soon after on how much money they both made as well as more doses of flattery towards me and my good looks and before I knew what was happening my husband and I were silently considering a proposal from the two men.

The two black men, Cal Berton and Jack Flemming had made the bold move of offering a large sum of money for me to be their entertainment for the weekend. 

It was a lot of money, and we had considered swinging on a few occasions, and I guess that did come up in the conversation as well. 

The silence was broken by myself in a resounding, "So, if I do it, how long am I yours and where". With this my husband, without words silently watched and waited for their response.

"You'll be ours for the weekend,..... on our yacht,...... you and your husband as our guests."

I looked at my husband and he took my indecision as a go on my part and said, "It's OK with me if she's OK with it as well."

As my husband spoke I could see the excitement in his eyes and I instantly longed to surprise him with this new me and part of me as well was getting real turned on about the whole situation.

I felt myself shaking and blushing as I sealed my fate with an, "OK, ...I'll do it."

Cal and Jack both smiled and Cal said, "OK then, it's a deal and I guess we'll take our girl now and meet you at the boat."

As I was whisked away I quickly read off a list of items for my husband to get from the Motel room then departed with the two men.

The drive was short to the marina and the two black men kept about them a most gentleman like composure, keeping the talk idle and mentioning that this was not the first time they had done something like this and that the last woman had the time of her life with them as well.

I was beginning to realize for the first time they were black and that I had never been with a black man before, let alone two.

I wondered if they would want to have sex with me together, both at the same time. I had seen some porno's where a girl had gotten it from two or three men at once and the thought made me shake with fear and anticipation.

Once on the boat the men asked I undress down to my panties and bra and sit in the center of the large plush couch as one by one each man approached with two drinks each and sat one on each side of me. As we drank the two black men each with their closest hands lightly rubbed my thighs and made idle conversation again on how beautiful I was and how much fun we would all be having soon.

They asked if I had ever had the pleasure of having multiple orgasms, one after the other after the other and made claims I would soon get to taste first hand what that would be like. Each man then took his turn at pulling my face to his and French kissing me, digging his tong deep in my mouth and then mine responding back in his as we kissed.

Fifteen minutes or so into the conversation and kissing my husband walked in and appeared to be visually shocked by my undressed state as I sat in-between the two black men on the couch. He then nervously sat directly in front of us in another matching chair and stared down at the two black men's hands rubbing on my thighs.

The room grew very silent as the two black men rubbed my thighs and smiled at my husband, as if to see if he was ok with all of this even at this stage. 

Cal spoke first and said, "I see your husband is with us now and it's time we go over the rules and what we expect of you this weekend."

As I sat silent in between the two men I could hear my husband clearing his throat as Cal started to talk again.

" You will be ours to do with as we please, if at any time you refuse or your husband interferes, the deal is off, no hard feelings, no harsh words, we just politely take you both back to port and call you a cab back to the Hotel."

"Is that OK" Cal asked.............. I shyly answered yes as did my husband a few seconds later.

"OK then let's get underway." Cal then called on his cell phone to the crew and said, "OK let's depart, next stop Favor cove, oh and let the others know we're on our way and give them our ETA ."

As the boat moved away from the dock, both men began to move about and each took a hold of my bare thighs, pulling them further apart. At this point my breathing became urgent as I realized I was as of right now, theirs to do with as they pleased, as well my husband would be watching it all and this both scared and excited me. Even though I had thought of such fantasies as well as voiced them with my husband in the privacy of our own home, every thing was suddenly different now, it was real, it was happening, right here, right now.

Once both their hands had gripped my thighs firmly, they both lifted and pulled my legs apart until mine were over the top of theirs. I could feel my thong give up its minimal coverage of my most private area and stretch off to the side from my wide spread position.

The men then firmly held my knees with one hand as the each began to explore my body with their free hands. In only moments the material of my bra was pulled out and down beneath my large breasts then left to disappear below them as they bounced free and the cool air ignited my nipples to an instant state of readiness. Each man then took one breast in his free hand and began to squeeze the tit flesh and pinch my nipples, commenting on how perfect they were and how much fun they would soon have with them. Then every so often one would lower his hand over my pussy and sample that area as well while pushing aside the thin thong. My breathing became urgent as I began to push my hips towards the hand now open against my sex below. I blushed looking at my husband in a combination of humiliation and lust.

Before I could orgasm, "and I would have very soon" the men stopped and each took one arm and rotated me foreword until my hands were placed flat on the floor while my open ass stuck high in the air between them, my legs remaining over each of their legs like before only now with my ankles buried deep in the cushions on each side of them.

This relieved their need to hold my knees apart and gave the two black men back the use of both hands. 

"Damn, What an ass she's got" Jack said as I shook uncontrollably from the new four handed assault of my thighs and ass cheeks as both men lightly slapped and parted my ass cheeks.

The men then pulled the thin black strap of my thong far off to the side getting full access to my most private regions. 

As the men explored my lower region they began to talk about what they would do with me over the weekend and how they would use me over and over. As they spoke and explored my up turned ass I craned my neck to look at my husband through my hair.

It was immediately evident he was enjoying the whole show by the bulge in his pants and the light caressing he was giving it as well.

Cal and Jack seemed to be for now satisfied with sampling every inch of my body with their hands as each would move on their own accord from my ass, pussy and then finally to my large hanging breasts and nipples.

After what seemed like forever Cal spoke up and said, "Come here and kiss your wife, she needs to be kissed like a good husband should."

My husband wasted no time to kneel in front of me on his elbows and pulling my hair aside locked lips in a passionate kiss. I don't know why but for some reason I began to jut my tongue out and moan, kissing him like I would a first time lover or perhaps to try to show my appreciation for what he was letting me do with these two black men.

My husband's mouth and lunges were filled with my animal like groans as the large black fingers began to dip in and out of my pussy, first one then two then three then four, moving deep inside my womb and then pulling my sex wide apart.

There was no staying connected at our mouths as I shook my mouth free, my mouth then forming a large O while my eyes stayed locked to my husbands.

"Their, ........Fuck Oh god, Their, .........Fingering, me, hun,un,un,un,un,un,un.un ........BIG...Fingers, Many, ....Both men, both of them, god oh god, Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkk, me, fuck me fuck me."

Both men now pumped an unknown number of fingers in and out of my pussy with one hand, while with the other mauling my swinging breasts below as I shook and cussed in an earth shattering orgasm.

The room was filled with my panting and the wet sounds of two sets of fingers going in and out of my pussy. 

As I came down just slightly from my first orgasm and my husband moved as well slightly off to the side, my eyes briefly focused on the full wall mirror just across the room and the scene then became etched into my brain. I could see my ass cheeks shake and flail out to the sides from the large black open palms slamming into them as the men pounded their hands home, over and over into my wet pussy.

As I began to freight train into the next orgasm the two black men all at once stopped and each slapped my ass with their wet hands and then began to pull me roughly upright, each grabbing a shoulder.

My muscles were tasked and my body responded slowly to their strong hands, forcing me into a quick back bend as the men brought my shoulders quickly to the backrest of the couch. At this point I found myself staring over my breasts and belly at my husband as he seemed to be glued to the mess that had to be between my wide spread legs.

Cal and Jack then both reached for my pussy and pulled apart my wet lips as Cal spoke,

"We're going to Fuck her, stretch her, and fill her belly with our black cum, but first we need her to be a little more submissive."

With that said Cal told Jack to hold both my elbows near my ankles. Once Jack had secured me in that position Cal cupped both my heaving breasts and began to squeeze them and feel there weight as he spoke to my husband about how nice they were and how they stood out.

After a few minutes he began to roughly mauled them, then he began to pull on my nipples making me groan, then he began to strike them with his open hand, making a sport of them going in circles before they would come to rest.

I squealed out load as he began to slap my open wet sex, over and over, while at the same time with his other hand he pulled on my tits as if trying to pull them off my chest.

"Tell your husband you want to be black bred,.......... tell him you belong to, two black masters this weekend and want them to use you any way they see fit."

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, ...... "EEeeeeeeeeeeeee, I.....OK" escaped my mouth as I witnessed both my nipples being pulled up into my view and at least 8 inches from my chest.

"I'm theirs,...... Oh,God... Honey, they can do whatever they want,.....fuck oh please stopppp,... with me,....I want to be black bred."

This went on for what seemed like forever as I was coaxed to then tell my husband every thing that was being done to me by Cal as Jack continued to hold my elbows down behind me.

"He....He, Oh god honey, he's got a finger in my ass now, oh shit another one, more....No More, Fuck he's moving it,...them around,.....Now,....Oh,.....God,god,god."

Cal then asked my husband to put his finger in my pussy and feel his fingers move about through the thin layer of skin that separated his wife's two pleasure holes that now belonged to him and his partner.

As my husband moved forward I was flush with humiliation and then almost came when his fingers pushed into my swollen pussy. Cal then began to move his fingers roughly about inside my ass bringing one yelp after another from my mouth when free of Cal and John's menacing lips and tongues that were still alternating between my mouth and my breasts.

"Ok Hubby, fuck her and make it good because this will be your only chance for a while."

Peering over my breasts I could see my husband move foreword and slowly press his swollen prick into my wet sex. I yelped just slightly as I felt him pull me open and press further inward. The black man's fingers remained deep in my ass as he and his partner both sucked my tits and took turns French kissing me while my husband began to move in and out of me slowly.

The sight of the two black men mauling and kissing me from my husband's vantage point between my legs had to be more than he could bear as he quickly deposited his load deep inside me leaving a wet stream down to Cal's fingers.

My husband had no sooner pulled out of me and began to back away than again the two large black men roughly moved me about, my small body being no match for their large frames as I was now being lifted up and set on top of Cal's Lap.

Somewhere in the process Cal and Jack had shed clothing and Jack was now pulling my thong past my ankles as Cal removed and tossed the bra that was up till now bunched beneath my breasts.

Jack quickly re spread my legs while Cal lifted me up and I soon found a new reason to panic as I looked down and caught a view of the largest Cock I had ever seen dangling just in front of my already sex soaked pussy.

"OK Girl now your going to get the real thing times two, yep that's right, the best part of your sex life starts now, right here."

As Cal finished his last words my pussy was straining to accommodate the girth of his black monster as I slowly slid down over it, my mind and body instantly becoming submissive, perhaps from the stimuli of what was happening as if some sort of primal survival instinct had kicked in.

My mouth fell open as the cock inside me slowly came to rest up against places never touched before deep inside my womb. Cal then pulled my arms behind my back and held them as Jack while standing now in front of me brought to my open mouth a slightly smaller version of the same large black snake and said, "Suck it baby, get as much in as you can, I'll help you get the rest in as we go."

My God, The rest in as we go, I thought as two hands now cupped my small head, one on each side as I began to take the large black cock into my open mouth.

What the two did next was diabolical and as well proof they had done this before.

As Cal held my wrists tight in the small of my back, Jack forced onward with his cock until I began to choke, then just as Jack pulled out for me to breath, Cal began to move his big black cock in and out of my strained pussy.

I than began to scream basically around and into the large black cock in my mouth, only to have Jack slowly move his hips as he pulled my head towards him with his two strong hands, forcing his cock even deeper in my throat than before.

My eyes now opened wide in panic, darting about the room looking for my husband only to see he was no longer in my range of sight.

As the two black men sexually tortured me in this position I had what would be the first of many perverse, earth-shattering orgasms over the weekend brought on by fear, pain and pleasure. The experience was like a trying a strong drug for the first time, my body convulsing while my brain seemed to be on a slow burn.

As I slowly came down from my orgasm I found myself turned around and facing towards Cal now and slowly set again on his large cock, this time it went in much easier but still filling me to a point I found myself groaning as it came home in my belly.

Cal took a strong hold now of me below each arm pit, his wrists pressing my tits hard together, as Jack hoisted my arms behind me and held them tight.

My eyes shot open as before I could do or say anything Jack's large black cock head had penetrated my relaxed asshole and stood poised and ready for what was obviously a journey onward very soon.

I found myself swearing and promising every inch of my body to the two large black men if he pulled out of my ass, but the two men only laughed as Cal now pinched and slapped my large tits hanging in front of him.

Between having the largest black cock I had ever seen in my pussy buried to the hilt and another not much smaller just inside my ass I felt as if I would be torn in half for sure as my eyes watered and I begged for them to stop.

Jack sucked and kissed my neck while playing with my hair as Cal caressed my breasts while at the same time the three of us began to slowly move together, my body responding in ways I had not comprehended to the pain and pleasure being sent to my brain simultaneously.

I can't explain the feeling inside as both men's large black cocks began to move in and out and filling me past anything I though physically possible.

Soon I started a series of orgasms back to back and thought for sure at some point I would pass out. Soon my eyes popped open as I realized the quick movements caused by the long stream of previous orgasms were causing me to have another set, even more powerful then the first.

"Stop,Stop,Stop,Stop,"...came streaming from my mouth as the next stream of orgasms hit me hard and my hips began to fly in a blur, moving the two big black cocks in and out of me at a feverish pace. I was humiliated by my body taking over on its own as my mouth continued to beg the two to stop and pull out. Soon I was shouting "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckme, fuckme, fuck....me....you....fucking fukssssss......."

Cal pulled my mouth to his and groaned into my mouth as I felt his cock spasm inside me and then start to shoot a large load of hot seed deep into my pussy. Moments later it was Johns turn and he to held me tight and filled my virgin ass.

I lay momentarily limp between the two large males as they slowly moved away, each kissing me and telling me how good I was. 

I remember my husband carrying me back to our stateroom but that's really all I remember until I woke and took a long hot bath the next morning.

After my long bath my husband and I were asked to a very late breakfast on deck and we all chatted as if the incredibly nasty thing had never happed between Cal, Jack and myself.

I thought to myself this must be how swingers handle a situation like this when on a weekend retreat, taking breaks and giving every one room to breath.

Just as my mind began to relax another large yacht pulled in next to ours, as Cal and Jack smiled and waved, "So do you folks ever play cards?" Cal asked, smiling at both my husband and myself. We soon found out the other yacht belonged to a business tycoon that Cal and Jack knew and that they would on occasion meet here in this cove and play cards on one of the boats as well as party.




Indecent proposal



As Cal and Jack led my husband and me onto the strangers boat I began to feel real uneasy about the whole situation and I think Cal sensed it as he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Listen, you do as your told or it's over, remember that."

Once down inside the yacht we met a man introduced to us as Stan. Stan they said was quite the businessman and liked to play cards no matter what the stakes. Stan looked straight at me in my skimpy bikini and said, "What the hell is this about, Cal."

Cal smiled and said he and Jack had purchased me for the weekend and with a full set of white teeth showing he also said, "What's ours is yours, Of Course."

Stan smiled nervously as he looked at my husband and said "Part of the deal?"

"Yes replied Jack."

"Ok remember the Davis woman?" Stan said, "Ya what about her" Cal replied, then smiled and said "OK, lets do that."

Cal led me into the heart of the fancy vessel where a large table sat in the center of the room with 6 chairs around it. "You will remove your swim suit and bring us drinks" Cal said "and you will let anyone do whatever they want with you, Understood?"

I answered with a very nervous "Yes" as my husband bit his lower lip knowing this thing might be going a little to far real quick.

Soon other men appeared, perhaps body guards of Stan's, I wasn't really sure but all the men in the room stared as I slipped off my small bikini bottoms then reached up to unclasp my top, letting it spring free out in front of me and fall to the floor.

All the men sat at the table as my husband picked a chair as well. Stan laughed and said, "No I don't think so buddy hit the lounge over there, as a matter of fact turn facing away from us, I don't want you looking at me when I finger your wife."

As the game started I got to know Stan very fast, Stan was a mean and evil man, the kind that couldn't be trusted. All the men groped me when I came around but Stan, Stan would make me groan one way or the other, hurting me slightly of humiliating me somehow.

Into the game an hour or so Stan asked for another scotch and soda and when I returned he took the drink and told me to turn around and spread my legs. Then he asked I bend slightly and back up to his armrest. Stan had formed a cone with his hand and instructed me to start fucking myself on it to entertain the others. As I groaned and the hand slid in my wet pussy I could see my husband was looking at my reflection in the glass as I started to slowly move up and down on his four fingers, ever so often feeling his thumb make it past the tight ring that his large hand had forced my nether lips into.

I was disgusted as well as totally turned on by this evil man taking pure pleasure from my pain and at the same time sparking an animal inside to start to move about and scratch to get out. 

Moments later he maneuvered his thumb in my ass while all four fingers where still buried in my pussy, then he asked I come to rest on his hand. Not happy with my slow movements he reached around and pulled my nipple hard driving my ass down on his hand and totally burying all five fingers. Stan than said "you need not move, I want to play with your pussy and ass for a while as we play cards."

My tits bobbed in front of me for all the men to see as Stan began to move his fingers about in my ass and pussy, the quietness of the room lending itself the humiliating sounds coming from me and my pussy. 

A number of minutes later the room was full of "phutt, phutt, phutt, slap, slap, slap, oh god, god god god god, fuck you fuckersssssss,Eeeeeeeee" as I came hard for all the men to see.

I think I blacked out for a while after that as the game continued, one of the guards as well made me cum by attacking my clit while sucking hard on my breast. Other small liberties were taken as well but I guess the words that rang clear and I'll never forget was Cal saying, "OK you won Stan, she's yours this afternoon and tonight."

****Hubby's view****

I couldn't believe what was happening, two bodyguards were taking my wife to a room as Stan smiled at me deviously and said, "You will stay out here, when we're done with her she'll be a whole different woman."

As I sat in the large chair just feet from the door my wife April had been escorted into Cal and Jack soon walked into the room and turned on a big screen that sat up against the wall in the same area. Cal talked quietly to himself as he read the DVDs that lay in a pile next to it. "Joan, Allie, Samantha BBW slut, Oh here is one John, Remember Mrs. Davis?" "Excellent put it in," John said.

As Cal placed the DVD in and struggled to figure out the player I could hear Stan raise his voice in the other room, the April say something, then Stan again, then another man's voice, then a "smack, smack, smack, smack, smack," then a woman chocking then panting heavy. I was glad when the video started up on the big screen until I saw what I was going to be watching.

This so called Mrs. Davis was in a room with Stan and the two bodyguards. She was naked and being held by the two bodyguards on her elbows and knees, ass high in the air and knees held wide apart on a bed. The bed could very well have been that I saw through the door my wife had just went through minutes earlier.

Stan knelt behind her with an ominous looking large black dildo easily the size in girth of a man's wrist. Stan spanked the older blond woman mercilessly with his open hand as he slowly forced the large dildo inside her, inch by inch as she sobbed out loud.

My attention was drawn back to noise coming from the room that slightly overtook the video that was playing, "Smack, smack, smack, smack, groan, grunt, slap, slap, slap, Eeeeeeeee, Eeeeeeeeee,Oh SHITtttttttttttt, HOLD HER LIKE THAT, FUCK YES TAKE IT ALL SLUT." Long moans emanated from the room next as I looked back at the video.

The men had put Mrs. Davis's hands behind her back with a black set of cuffs and hooked it to a hook on the ceiling. One bodyguard slapped her large tits wildly as the other drilled into her throat with his cock. Behind her upturned red ass Stan now had the large black dildo almost all the way in but as well was working a smaller hard white vibrator in and out of her above the other, I assumed in her asshole.

The woman was sweating now heavily and her blond hair was matted on her face and back. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as they darted from one bodyguard to the other as she tried to scream around the cock in her mouth.

Despite the action on the screen I could hear all kinds of noise coming from the bedroom as the bed now shook and creaked and I could hear, Ee,Ee,Ee,Ee,Ee, Cough,Eeeeeeeeeeee,Bzzzzzzzzzzz, Cough,Eeeeeeeeee." Then "Slapslap, slapslap."

On the screen now one man laid below, one knelt behind and one held her head as he fucked her face, forcing all three cocks in her at once as she drooled around the large cock in her mouth with tears coming from her eyes.

"Creak, Grunt, grunt, Creak, grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt" came from the room as the video came to an end as I tried to think of something other than the fact what I had just watched on the video was most likely happening to my wife right now.

"hey Cal" john said, "looks like the Doc made it" as John looked out the window at an approaching boat. "Cool" Cal said "let's help him aboard."

As the two black men left the room I could hear just loud panting now from the room and my wife saying something over and over that I could not make out.

Minutes later a handsome man and a very attractive woman walked into the living room saying "OK Where are they", "in the bedroom there" Jack said as he pointed to the closed door. The woman bravely but quietly moved to the door and opened it just slightly and peeked in. "Oh My she is a beauty isn't she, and such a slut as well," "and this must be her hubby, not bad I may use him later."

"Hun go get my toy bag, you know the big one we keep locked up, and get your bag to, I have a few ideas swimming around in my head I would like to try tonight when Stan is done".

I woke around midnight on the large coach just adjacent to the room where I assumed my wife April continued to be the center of attention. Where she had gotten this third burst of energy I wasn't sure but I did have an idea it may have had something to do with the doctors bag that at one point went into the room.

Shortly there after she was wailing, whining and groaning like she had just began.

As I sat up and listened I could hear a large quartet of buzzing coming from the room along with a mechanical swap, swap, swap, swap, swap, swap, swap.

It was very dark where I was at but light shined from the room as it appeared the doctor and his wife had left the door slightly open.

Not being able to take it I slowly crept to the door and peered in, hoping I would be safe from site as I was in the dark still.

April was covered in sweat, more so than the woman on the video, and perched on top of a mechanical cock coming out of a rounded box. Her hands were high above her head tied with cuffs and a rope to the ceiling. The doctor was in front of her playing with her tits as they hung obscenely low with some sort of weights attached to her nipples.

The doctor pulled her tits out to the sides as his wife busied herself at April's ass, I assume pushing something inside, judging by my wife's reaction.

The machine below her buzzed, whined and went wop, wop, wop, wop, wop pushing a large ribbed rubber dildo up into her pussy then pulling it out as quickly as it had slammed in, then doing it again. As I looked back up at my wife's face her head had been twisted around and she was locked in a kiss with the doctor's wife as the doctor attached a small clamp to her clit and plugged it into a small box.

I was a bit startled as someone slowly closed the door and told me, I might as well get some rest, as tomorrow was even a bigger day.

As the door clicked closed I could hear "Eeeeeeeeeee,wop,shlurp, wop, shlurp, wop, shlurp, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, cough, cough, cough, cough, slap, slap, slap."




Indecent Proposal



When I won millions of dollars in the Massachusetts lottery back in 1990, I thought of some sexually creative things that I could do with the money, one of which was to persuade some of the women who I have lusted over for years to have sex with me, for money, of course.

Ah...you'd be surprised what women will do for money. Yes, sir!

"Wait, am I hearing this right? You let him fuck you and, then, gave him a blow job for...how much?"

Yet, I digress. The story started a few years after receiving my annual lottery payout checks from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Suddenly, I found that I had bought everything that I had ever wanted, and after giving away more money to friends and relatives then I could have earned in a lifetime; I was bored. Whoever said that money cannot buy you happiness must have won millions of dollars in the lottery.

That was when it struck me. Let's have some fun with the money, money that you would give away, anyway. No one should have as much money as I won. So, I gave much of it away, but how I gave it away is the plot of this story.

All Italian, Anna had that European sensual, sexy look like she just got out of bed after being fucked long and hard. With dark brown hair and mahogany eyes that held your stare making it impossible to look away, she was stunning. At 5'6" and 130 pounds, whatever extra weight she had was in her ass and her tits. Man, she had a body that danced the Samba when she walked making you recall the song, "The Girl From Ipanema."

"Tall and dark, and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one she passes goes...ah, you get my point." 

Every time we attended a social function, with my wife and her husband, I got a huge erection whenever I danced with Anna. Further, I knew she knew that I had an erection because I planted it deep in her stomach, thigh, and ass. Oh, baby, she was hot.

She was a fun person with a contagious laugh. She was someone who you wanted to befriend, spend time with, and invite to a party. I guess, now, that I think about it, I was a little bit in love with Anna.

Anna was the wife of my best friend, Billy, and the first one who I approached. Actually, now that I think of it, she broached the subject of money to me.

"Lucky, dog, winning all of that money, what are you doing with it?"

"I don't know, Anna, it is overwhelming. I mean, after buying new cars, paying off the charge cards, buying a bigger house, doing some traveling, what is there left to do...more shopping?"

"Freddie, you say it like there is something bad about buying things and not having to look at the price. Just once, I would love to buy something from an expensive boutique on Newbury Street instead of cutting coupons out at Wal-Mart."

"Well, I still look at the price and I still look for a bargain. That will never change about me. Maybe, had I been born to wealth but when you suddenly find yourself rich, you cannot change who you are. Yet, what it did for me was, it bought me my freedom. Never, do I have to work for someone else, again. Now, I work for myself. I let my money work for me by investing in the stock market and buying real estate."

It sounded so much more glamorous than it was, but I was still bored.

"If I had that kind of money..."

"Go on, what would you do?"

She looked at me with those big, brown eyes and flashing me her sexy grin. Damn, she was gorgeous.

"I'd pay all of my charge cards."

"How much do you think that is?"

"Oh, I don't know," she paused and looked up as if seeing a large calculator in the sky, "twenty-vie thousand, maybe."

"What if I gave you the money to pay off all your charge cards?"

"You'd give me twenty-five thousand dollars?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, right. And what would you expect in return, my undying loyalty?"

I gave her a look.

"My heartfelt gratitude?"

I gave her another look.

"My first born child. Well, you can have him because he is just like his father, a pain in my ass." She laughed and I gave her, yet, another look.

"I was thinking more in the line of a sexual favor."

"Sex? You mean sex? With me? You want to fuck me? Freddie, c'mon, are you kidding? I'm the wife of your best friend, Billy." She paused with a look that came over her face like she was contemplating it. "What if he found out?" She paused, again. "No, I can't do that. I can't do that to him."

"Shh, lower your voice, the neighbors will think that I am propositioning you."

"Well, you are. Only it is more like asking me to prostitute myself." She laughed. "It's like that movie with Demi Moore and Robert Redford, uhm, what was the title?"

"Indecent Proposal, except there is nothing indecent about this and about how I feel about you. I am and have always been very much attracted to you, Anna, and if we do this I would respect—"

"What? No. You are making me feel cheap, used, and bought and paid for." She gave me a look that made me feel that I had crossed the line with her. "You are serious." She paused, again. "What if Arlene found out. Don't you care that you are cheating on her?"

"She won't find out and Billy won't find out. Think of it as one friend helping another. I have money to help you and you have, well, your body to help me."

I don't know, Freddie, if Billy found out, he'd plant you and your money six feet under.' Billy, Anna's husband, was as big as he was Polish.

"He does not have to know, Anna. I'd pay for a room at a nice hotel out of the area and away from Boston."

I could tell by the look on her face that she was intrigued and was considering it. We nearly did it one hot summer in the pool after we each had half dozen vodka tonics. I had her top off and was sucking her tits while her hand was down my bathing suit trunks and wrapped around my stiff cock. No one could see us as were in the dark and everyone else was on the other side of the yard in the screen house and just as drunk as we were.

"Let me get this straight. If I give you sex, one time, you will give me $25,000?"

"No," my mind raced trying to reconsider the scenario now that it was a possibility. "If you have sex with me," the thoughts of having Anna naked for a day filled my mind with her image, "five times, I will pay you $25,000."

"Five times? I don't know, Freddie, that's a lot with more chances of being caught." I could see in her eyes that she would never go for it.

"Three," I involuntarily blurted out not wanting to ruin my chance with her, "just three times, then."

"Twice, Freddie. I'll do it twice. I can't do three times. Three times is more like a love affair. Twice is only sex. I can do it twice." She implored me with a look. "Okay?"

"Okay." 

She stuck out her hand and I pushed it away, pulled her close, and kissed her.

"Freddie," she pulled away, "the neighbors," and laughed.

"So, we have a deal?"

"Yes, but you have to buy me dinner, too?" She laughed.

"Of course, I will feed you before we do it."

With that she pressed her lips against mine, gave me a peck, and walked away with a wave of her hand. "Ciao! Call me."

The suddenness of her affirmation caught me off guard and overwhelmed me in my desire for her. I called her that night and made the arrangements for that weekend.

We drove to the Four Seasons in separate cars. I offered to drive her out of Boston, but she said that she had always wanted to stay at the Four Seasons.

She wore this yellow wrap around dress that flattered her figure and hugged her curves making her tits look bigger. She had a full B cup but in that dress they looked like a C.

I was more nervous than she was. It felt awkward to privately meet your best friend's wife with the intention of bedding her. We had a great dinner and finished a bottle of Pinot Noir before heading up to the room for the night. I had seen the room beforehand and made sure that I had one with a view of the Public Gardens and the Charles River and had room service put a bottle of champagne on ice.

We started making out as soon as we entered the room and fell on the bed together. My kisses were more passionate than were hers and I could not wait to unwrap her body from that dress. She popped up.

"Will you look at this room? Wow, it has a bar and...another room."

"It's a suite."

"Freddie, did you see the view? I can see the Boston Commons, Public Gardens, the Esplanade, and the Charles River. Look, there's the airport and Arthur Fieldler's Hatch Shell. This is great. It is so romantic. I'll have to take Billy here for our anniversary."

I gave her a look.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be talking about Billy." She walked up to me and kissed me. "It was expensive, huh, the room."

"Yeah, but you are worth it."

We started making out again, only this time, I got her out of that dress, which was easy since it only had the one sash that tied in front.

She wore this amazing matching yellow, silk bra and panty set. She looked hot in her underwear. There is nothing like feeling a woman's soft, supple skin, her back, her stomach, and her thighs. That, in combination with the feel of silk underwear, is as intoxicating as was the wine at dinner and the champagne we sipped, now.

It excited me to feel her full tits through her bra and to feel her warm wetness through her panty. It did not take us long to get naked. I did not fuck her, I made love to her. She was different. She was someone that I could have fallen in love with and married, had I had the chance, had the opportunity presented itself, and had this been a different place and time. We were so compatible and made one another laugh. We were always on the same level with so many things, never having to explain our words and never uncomfortable with one another. There were never any silent moments. She could say something and I could finish her thought and vice versa.

We were in bed making out, giving one another pleasure orally and making love when we both started laughing. We laughed so hard that we could not stop laughing. When we did finally stop laughing, we did everything all over again. She was just as attracted to me as I was to her. We fell asleep finally holding one another and it was after midnight when she awoke with a start.

"I have to go home. I told Billy that I was going out with the girls and told him that I'd be home by eleven. Freddie, I never knew it was going to be like this. This was beautiful I could fall in love with you, which is why I cannot do this with you, again. I'm sorry. And I cannot take your money, I'd feel guilty, cheap, and like a prostitute."

"Oh, the money, here, please, take the money. I want to do this for you. Actually, I would have given you the money without you having to give me sex but—"

"Oh, so I don't have to make love to you again?" She punched me in the shoulder and snatched the check from my hand.

"Well, I'd really love to see you, again, Anna, but I understand." We made eye contact, hugged, kissed, and parted.

"I had the best time, Freddie."

She kissed me again and was out the door with a wave and a smile.

"Ciao!"

"Ciao, Anna."

I could not sleep or eat. All I could think about was making love to Anna. It was nearly two weeks before I saw her again. I bumped into her and Billy at the mall. She was holding his arm and held it tighter when she saw me. Suddenly, she appeared uncomfortable and I wondered if she had told him. I wondered if he knew. I suspected she told him and that he was okay with it, so long as it did not happen again. Yet, it destroyed our friendship and I never saw either of them socially, again.

I did not think about making love to anyone else until I thought about doing Tiffany, Phil's wife, my oldest and closest friend, who I had not seen in two years. Yet, that is another story for another time.

"Ciao!"



Indecent Proposal



The sound of laughter regularly fills our office due to the bright, bubbly nature of young Annabel who has been with us since leaving school. Her cheerful personality means that loud peals of laughter regularly resound off the walls & ceilings of the building; we can even hear her in our office down on the ground floor even though she is upstairs in the design office.

Us old timers who have been here over fifteen years still remember 'young' Annabel starting as a very shy, timid young girl, fresh from school, out in the big wide world...... our construction company office anyway. But once she settled in her personality and love of life & humour came to the fore, and she soon became an essential part of our office as her loud bursts of laughter rang forth and brighten our days. No matter what problems or shit we were trying to sort out in the joys of the construction industry, they were soon reduced to a minor problem as we smiled at the joy of Annabel's laughter. It made problems all 'small stuff' long before it became a trendy catch phrase in some life skills book.

As time passed Annabel grew out of her schoolgirl looks into quite a young stunner who brightened our day visually as well as aurally. As I type this it has occurred to me that the number of reasons needed to go upstairs has grown over the years as Annabel's looks & body have grown. When she reached 18 she had such nice hips supporting a really cute arse wrapped in tight jeans, the style of choice in those days – both of the girls wearing them and us dirty old buggers who admired them wrapped around a cute arse. Whenever we went go-karting after work us men drove like demons to be the kart racing around the track behind Annabel because the kart seats had a gap at the base of the backrest and her tight shapely arse used to wiggle & roll as she swerved around the tight bends on the track. Annabel won every time as the rest of us were too busy fighting it out to be in second place; and none of us ever bothered to try to overtake her either; although to be honest I don't think any of us would have succeeded as she is one mean driver who won on her own merits. 

One time she bought her boyfriend along and we looked on jealously as he gave her a kiss after retaining the trophy again that night. We would all have loved to have Annabel as our 'trophy' in our dirty old minds; but none of us would ever consider hitting on her, she didn't deserve that; she was our 'young Annabel' and so sweet.

A few years later Annabel announced that she was getting married to her long-time boyfriend who we had come to regard as part of the 'family' whenever we had social events. When Annabel walked down the aisle in white jaws dropped and trouser snakes perked up and showed interest, she was fucking stunningly beautiful and so innocent looking. Us blokes would had sold our souls to the devil to be the one taking her to bed that night and slowly undressing her out of her wedding dress. At the reception a lot of the wives were wondering why so many of us had suddenly taken up disco dancing compared with our usual habit of drinking beers together. Annabel was so beautiful, so happy, and her laughter was so infectious. That wedding was never matched nor bettered in our memories since. That night a few of wished that she didn't get pregnant too soon as we would seriously miss her presence, laughter & looks in the office. 

Marriage was good for Annabel as she blossomed into a confident young woman who took on responsibility at work and was promoted as our company grew.

A couple of years later her and Daniel finally started a family and we counted down the days until Annabel would leave to have her baby. Eventually that day arrived and there were tears & love in the air at the morning tea put on in her honour. The day after the office was so quiet it felt as if there had been a death in the family. We couldn't remember the days before Annabel when the office had been quiet; we had so grown used to her laughter as being a normal day in the office.

A long 6 or 8 months passed until we got the word that Annabel was returning to work, and smiles broke out on faces as we looked forward to hearing those peals of laughter again and seeing that cute arse walking by in the office.

Annabel was a few pounds heavier when she came back, but to be honest it suited her. And those of us with real dirty minds would always liked a bit of padding if we dreamed of giving her a table-ender (in our dreams! Annabel would have laughed if she could read our minds). Well her hubby must have had his dream come true because just 6 months later she was pregnant again, and the weeks flew by and suddenly she was gone again.

With having two youngsters at home now she soon returned to work; maybe to give her lovely breasts a rest from her young daughter and maybe because money was tight. Whatever the reason, everyone was so pleased she was back, the men more so than the ladies! Annabel was now a stunning woman, and definitely a MILF now that term was trendy & common to use, mostly in our minds & dreams, never out loud. The tight jeans had gone, both due to changing fashion and due to a more senior role. Annabel started to wear skirt & blouses more regularly now. These still showed off her shaped hips and sometimes her still cute arse when she bent down or leaned across a desk; but in addition they showed the most beautiful, full, shapely calves I have ever seen. Our 'young Annabel' was now a fully-fledged beautiful stunning women, but still with great personality & laughter. 

Gradually I changed my lunch time so that I was in the lunch room for when Annabel entered, and I was always sat in a great position where I could watch her reach & stretch into the cupboards for a plate & a mug, before turning to reach for the coffee machine. Many a day I had a hard on develop under the lunch table as I feasted my eyes across her stunning body. Some skirts got more of an effect than others, and these outfits soon became my favourites for the obvious reason.

But while I admired her body I still loved her bubbly personality and her laughter.

About a year ago I noticed Annabel had started to seem a little subdued and not her regular, laugh at life self. Shortly after that I heard her and Bev talking at lunch that things were tight with her eldest daughter starting school and the other being in day-care. A couple of months later I came into some money through an inheritance; I was mortgage free by then and so the money went into short term savings accounts towards my retirement. Once or twice I thought about approaching Annabel and offering to loan her some money as life wouldn't be getting any cheaper for her with two growing daughters, but I wasn't sure how she would take it, especially if she thought there was a 'cost' involved. Think about it, how many people willingly loan others money these days? Surely there is going to be a hidden reason or cost; or maybe I just have a twisted way of thinking. The more I thought about it the more I admired Annabel each time I was in the lunch room. I admired her as a young mum & wife doing her best in harder times; and I also admired her sexually, many times I had grown a hard on driving home thinking about her. Thinking about her gradually morphed into fantasying about Annabel.

This came to a head, literally, the night the movie channel on Sky TV showed the Robert Redford & Demi Moore 90's film called "Indecent Proposal". This film shows a young couple wanting to develop the husband's business but not having enough money to do so; so they decide to go to Las Vegas and gamble to make up the shortfall of what they need. Whilst playing roulette they gamble absolutely everything on red and the wheel is spun. Like most dreams & gambles in Vegas it comes up short and the look of despair & disbelief on Demi Moore's face is almost haunting. Her look is witnessed by a billionaire played by Robert Redford who befriends them at the table and looks after them for the rest of the evening. Over drinks he learns their story & their dream and whilst playing pool with the husband, played by Woody Harrelson, he lays out his indecent proposal of that he will give them a million dollars for one night with his wife. 

The rest of the film is an interesting take on love, money, affection, and greed. This got me thinking and seeing Demi Moore in a cute black cocktail dress gave me a hell of a hard on as I watched the plot unfurl. 

Slowly over the next week or so a fantasy grew in my mind on the drive to and from work; and in the second week it started to formulate into a plan, taking away my concentration from the work I was meant to be doing in the office. That week I seemed to pass Annabel more often in the corridors, she seemed to be regularly going past my office, and bending more in the lunch room. I was starting to get fixated on this beautiful woman; my concentration was shot, and my work was starting to suffer. Here was a 50 ish year old guy, horny as hell, desperately wanting to slowly undress this woman and admire her before making love to her, either slow & romantically or rough and quick on the meeting room table. It was time to put up or shut up; I either had to do something about it or look for a new job. After 20 plus years with our company and at my age the chance of changing jobs and being secure was very slim; a bit like betting everything on red on the roulette in Las Vegas. 

It was time to change my fantasy into a plan; the difference between a fantasy and a plan is (a) putting a date to it, and (b) putting some actions in place. Over the next week I made of list of necessary actions and equipment, and marked up a calendar page as a timeline to pull all of this together.

Early in the thought process I decided that I couldn't approach Annabel & Daniel directly with my proposal; I wasn't in a position to walk away from it like Robert Redford's character if it all blew up in my face. If it went wrong my personal & work life would be destroyed all for the lust of wanting to get between Annabel's shapely thighs. No, I had to make the proposal in such a way that they accepted the proposal before they found out that it was me; and also Annabel had to be in a location where it wasn't so easy just to reject it and walk away in anger, betrayal, or disgust once she knew it was me. I had to think it through from their point of view, how would they react when they received the proposal? The way the characters in "Indecent Proposal" dealt with it gave a good starting point for roughing out their thought processes & reactions, backed up by writing out a "what if?" mind map so I could then plan a response to whatever reaction they might have. Once I got that thought through and written down; I started to plan in more elaborate detail.

First to tackle was the proposal itself, what should it be? What did I actually want and what was I prepared to give or pay in return? I didn't want a one night stand in a hotel somewhere; I wanted the time & contact to know Annabel and her stunning body slowly and very intimately. To me this needed a week somewhere secluded and private. Also it had to be somewhere that she couldn't easily storm out from & return home if she got cold feet; once she was at the location there was to be no going back for her. My proposal also had to be very clear what I expected from her acceptance and that the requirements would be freely & willingly met; that way there was no misunderstanding as to what Annabel and Daniel were agreeing to. I would also need to make it clear that the proposal was from someone that she knew and that both of us had to be adult in our dealings after the event so that no one would wonder what had changed between us.

I even logged into the work's server using a colleague's password to look up her clothing sizes from the record kept to supply our corporate clothing. That way I could purchase some of the clothes I wanted to see her in if she accepted the proposal.

And so the planning continued and when finished I went through it in detail looking for errors & considered it from their point of view to anticipate what they would think and do. At the end of that I took a couple of days to sit back and seriously consider whether I should put the proposal into play. For a thousand bucks I could enjoy half a day with a local escort and that might cure my need to bed some young woman, but it wasn't about that; serious thoughts said it was Annabel, not anyone else. It was Annabel that fascinated me, totally. It was her laughter & personality that I enjoyed; her smile brightened my day; and her body stiffened my prick. Yep, I wanted to do this .... Damn! I needed to do this.

The proposal was typed and printed on nice paper and I drove to her neighbourhood and parked about 200m from their house. Delivery was easy, I just waited until one of the local kids came close and offered him $10 to deliver the letter; and as soon as I saw him knock on Annabel's front door I drove off. The proposal offered them $50,000 for Annabel to spend a week with me, enjoying herself in the sun but taking care of my every wish or desire during that time. 

I outlined that Annabel knew me at work and that nothing should change between us after the event and that once back home that was the end of it. I gave them a month to consider the proposal saying that they must seriously consider how it might affect their relationship going forward and that the money was to help them out knowing that they could never afford to repay me if it was a loan; hence the alternative form of return on my investment in them as a couple. Once they had fully discussed it they should put an advert in our local paper that I supplied the wording for if they accepted the proposal.

Jeez, it was a hard month that followed as doubts raced through my mind; Yes, I could still back out and just drop the whole idea; but as much as I had doubts I also had strong urges to undress Annabel resulting in a healthy erection whenever those thoughts danced across the back of my eyes.

I was shaking with anticipation & excitement each day I bought the local paper a month after delivering the proposal. In Thursday's edition, just as I was thinking they wasn't going to reply, there was the pre-worded advert. YYEESS, they had accepted ...... I could see myself very slowly undressing Annabel right now!

Now I had a lot of work to do making bookings and purchases as I worked my way through my action list. Flights & accommodation were booked; and I told my wife I would be away on a work's trip for 12 days. Another $10 went to a local kid to deliver the flight tickets and details a month before departure so Annabel could book leave from work for the week she would be away. In addition to this there was a copy of a scheduled bank transfer of $50,000 into their bank account on the day of Annabel's return home.

Annabel showed no sign of anything being wrong or different while at work leading up to her 'holiday'; that wasn't the case for me, I had a raging hard on under the table while watching her at lunch time. In fact I started to delay my lunch time by 10 minutes so my hard on had time to die down after Annabel left the lunch room. Jeez, I was so looking forward to my 'work trip'.

My 'purchases' started to arrive at work ready to go into my suitcase; and I ticked each item & task off my list as each was completed ready to go.

Finally the day of my flight, and I flew out on Air New Zealand flight 54 to Fiji landing at 7.30pm that evening and stayed in a local hotel that night before transferring to Toberua Island Resort on the far side of the island. Fortunately I hadn't got stopped at Customs as they would have had some serious questions regarding the women's clothing 'purchases' that were in my suitcase. I quickly settled into my over-the-water thatched roofed bungalow with a Long Island Iced Tea cocktail in my hand as my feet soaked in the warm ocean. I knew that Annabel would be catching the same flight on Friday evening and arriving on Saturday afternoon. I couldn't wait... time for a refill followed by a cold shower to reduce my ardour before dinner.

Saturday I went out snorkelling so I wouldn't be around when Annabel arrived as she would be looking around to find out who had arranged the proposal and I didn't want her to find out until that evening over dinner. I had a great day snorkelling over the local coral reef with swarms of tropical fish swimming amongst the coral formations. But at times I was distracted from the beauty of this undersea world by thoughts of the beauty of Annabel, and the thought she was going to be all mine for the coming week. A raging hard on filled my trunks as I swam & floated, I so wanted to undress her so slowly; and in a few hours I would have the opportunity. 

A picnic & a cold beer made for a nice lunch, plus a few hours lying on the empty white sand beach was nicely capped off before the boat came to pick me up and take me back to my bungalow. I had a slow cool shower to freshen up before dressing in a relaxed cotton shirt with slacks & a belt, rounded out with Jandals, all easily removed if required.

I had arranged for Annabel to be seated at a table so she was facing away from the entrance so that I would be able to approach our table before she saw me. This worked well and I was within 5m of the table before Annabel turned and saw me. 

"Oh," was all she said as she looked surprised that it was me approaching the table. 

"Is this seat taken?" I asked. 

"No, please join me," she smiled as I stepped up to the table. 

I reached down to gently grip her hand, lifted it slowly off the table and then bowed to kiss the back of her warm smooth skin. She smiled and that Anabel laugh filled the air eliciting a pleasing smile from me in return. God she looked stunning sitting there in a simple cotton summer dress that hung beautifully on her heavenly body. My eyes took in the beauty of her hair cascading onto her exposed shoulders and across the thin strap of her dress before tumbling part way down the exposed skin of her shoulders. The flowery patterned dress was simple yet beautiful on Annabel as I drank in her beauty with my eyes, holding this sight of my Helen of Troy to be set in my memory forever. Annabel was simply beautiful, it was as simple as that, no flowery descriptive adjectives to go with her flowery dress; just a simple raw beauty that showed she was 120% all woman sitting comfortable with herself. She showed no sign of being apprehensive, just a relaxed comfortable sitting position with a relaxed smile on her face. 

An attentive waiter appeared at my side and asked about drinks; I held my hand towards Annabel.

"Another one of these please," she pointed to her half empty cocktail glass. The waiter simply bowed his head and looked towards me. 

"A Long Island Iced Tea please," I replied looking forward to my five shot cocktail with coke, ice & lemon. I pulled out the chair opposite Annabel and sat down realising that my growing fantasy had reached maturity and the girl, correction, woman, of my dreams was sat across from me and would be for the next week. "By 'Oh' I guess you were expecting someone else?" I asked.

"I wasn't sure who it would be but I was expecting one of the Directors or Senior Managers," she replied, "Solely because they have the money to do all of this." At this Annabel slowly waved her hand in a long swipe above the table.

"Are you disappointed that it is me?" I needed to know, a bit of unusual vanity coming to the surface.

"NO!" she smiled; laughed that Annabel laugh, and lifted her glass in a toast.

My Long Island Iced Tea arrived and we chinked glasses together as I smiled back and absorbed the beautiful image of womanhood in front of me.

Well the next couple of hours seemed to pass in a relaxed manner as we enjoyed a fresh seafood dinner, a bottle of wine and each other's company discussing a wide range of subjects in the warm evening heat of Fiji. Eventually it was time to move as we were the last people in the small restaurant. As I walked Annabel back to her chalet she slipped her warm hand into mine willingly and that sensation of her touch garnered a reaction in my loins and rounded of my evening. We reached her chalet and I raised her hand to my mouth and gently kissed the back of her hand as I looked in her eyes. 




Indecent Proposal



"Goodnight Annabel," I said softly and her eyes showed surprise that I wasn't leading her to bed. Yes I so wanted to, but this was part delayed gratification and part wanting to build a friendship between us before taking her to bed. "I'll see you at breakfast," I smiled as Annabel started into the chalet, but then turned & smiled that very beautiful smile.

After breakfast the next morning we headed along the timber wharf to meet one of the staff who was going to take us to an isolated beach for the day, complete with a picnic basket, a chilly bin, beach rug, and snorkelling gear. Annabel was dressed in a simple floral dress complete with straw hat, sunnies, and jandals and her beauty radiated in the warm morning light. Her laughter peeled over the water as the boatman offered his hand and said "Miss Annabel," as he helped her step down into the boat. 

20 minutes later we were on a white coral sand beach with our supplies, waving as the boat headed back to the resort. We walked along the beach holding hands with the warm water lapping over our feet taking in the beauty of the island and the trees that came up to the water's edge in places. Eventually we got back to our spread rug and Annabel stepped out of her jandals and then undid the front buttons on her dress and let it slowly slip off her shoulders. It slid slowly down her body, pausing on her pear shaped hips before exposing her thighs to me for the first time. "WOW," I blurted out loud and Annabel laughed out loud making me laugh and smile in return. 

Annabel spread out a large yellow fluffy bath towel out on the beach rug and lay down on top of it. Her feet were just in front of me and my gaze travelled up from there pausing on her well formed calves; I love the sight of shapely ladies' calves, especially in stockings or tights. But today her fair skin was highlighted in contrast to the bright yellow towel underneath her and this made her legs seem to stretch forever as her calves narrowed for the back of her knees and then began the increasing taper out to form firm thighs that ended in the curve of her buttocks, or a very fine ass as I preferred to think of it. Annabel was wearing a one piece swim suit which was a 'Mummy' suit now she had two kids and it was probably worn weekly for kids swimming lessons at the local pool. The striped material showed the exquisite shape of her hips and ass before changing shape into two straps that headed up for her shoulders leaving her back totally exposed. Annabel rested her head on her extended hands with her angelic face turned off to one side.

I reached into the pocket of the picnic basket and pulled out a tube of sunscreen and spread some on my hands. Slowly I knelt down into the warm sand each side of Annabel's feet so I could reach down & forward to apply sunscreen into the back of those perfectly formed calves. 

Annabel squirmed as she was startled by the touch of my hands & sunscreen on her ankles, but this was quickly followed by "Thanks," as she realised it was sunscreen being applied to protect her fair, smooth skin from burning. 

My hands ran in parallel upwards to feel her narrow ankles start to widen outwards into the smooth firm skin of her glorious calves; the shape & texture of her skin turned me on no end and my old man stirred in my trunks as fantasy started to finally become reality with only the viscous membrane of the liquid sunscreen between my hands and Annabel's smooth skin. My spread fingers glided upwards to behind her knees before rolling outwards to the outside of her legs to glide back down over the curve of her calves. 

A sigh escaped Annabel's lips as she enjoyed the smooth liquid touch of my hands on her skin; and I stifled a groan in my throat as my old man came to full hardness in my trunks. After a couple of minutes of divine massage of her calves I rocked backwards so I could lift up her right foot giving me access to oil & stroke the whole of her lower leg with both hands. My thumbs increased the pressure in places to massage her leg and Annabel sighed some more in appreciation of the attention she was getting. It must have taken me 20 minutes or so to do both of her calves to my satisfaction before changing position to sit alongside her by her thighs.

Annabel's calves glistened in the sun as I applied more sunscreen to my hands ready to apply it to her thighs. My eyes were fixated on her shapely material covered ass as I so wanted to stroke & knead her fine cheeks under that protective material; but first I needed to do justice to her thighs. I ran both hands along the back of her right thigh as I spread the sunscreen evenly on her firm flesh. The fingers of my right hand travelled up to the edge of her swimsuit that cut across her ass from crotch to her hip leaving half her cheek exposed to my travelling fingers. 

I nearly came in my trunks as my palm finally ran over her firm ass, one of my objects of desire & lust for many years. I had lusted after that ass of hers for years, both chasing her around the go-kart track and following her as she walked through the office. Now her skin was under my fingertips as I gently massaged the sunscreen into her skin; fuck, I was in heaven; all of my dreams, fantasies, and lusting for Annabel was starting to come to fruition right now under my hands.

As my right hand continued to carefully cut in the sunscreen along the edge of her costume to ensure not of a millimetre of bare skin was left unprotected; my left hand enjoyed a journey of its own down to the smooth, sensitive skin that is behind her knee making Annabel squirm and laugh out loud "That tickles!" as the cool liquid hit that area. My left hand travelled up and down the rear of her thigh for several minutes as my right hand kept up the firm massage of her ass cheek by curving my right thumb firmly under the curve of her ass on the firm skin at the top of her thigh. 

My left hand slowly worked its way to the outside edge of her firm thigh and massaged in the remaining oil. Annabel has 'woman's thighs', by that I mean they are perfectly formed with enough flesh to give them shape & substance without being fat or having a trace of cellulite as some women of her age have. And neither are they the parallel lines of stick & bone of skinny women who spend their whole life trying to match the supposed 'ideal' figure portrayed in women's magazines. These magazines sole purpose is to make women think they must match the stick figure models by purchasing the masses of products advertised in the pages of the magazines. All these magazines do is make most women feel inadequate and in search of what their genes have decreed will never be their natural size. Annabel though seemed to be happy within herself with the body & personality she had been given at birth & through her family genes. 

Annabel was one of those 'real' women accurately portrayed by the Dove adverts for life's natural women. I have always admired & desired these 'real' women since I was a young boy and now I had a fine example of a happy, balanced, 'real' woman under the tips of my massaging fingers. Fortunately Annabel was facing away from me so she couldn't see the effect she was having on me with the tent in the front of my trunks.

I stopped briefly to apply some more sunscreen onto my left hand before returning my right hand to the top of her thigh and ass; and my left to the back of her thigh. My left hand then started to work up & down her thigh slowly easing towards the inside of her untreated thigh. My fingertips curled onto the inside of her thigh on the first pass up and down and then my hand slid around some more so my fingertips touched the skin of her left thigh. Annabel gently eased her thighs apart slightly to give my fingers some room to travel almost up to her crutch but not all the way. 

As the oil penetrated the softer skin of the inside of her thighs and my right hand firmly massaged her ass Annabel started to mew slightly, enjoying the sensations that her nerves were reporting to her relaxed brain. After a few minutes of rubbing the inside of her thighs her legs eased apart a little more giving room for my fingers to reach the top of her thighs and her crutch. Whilst my fingers slid higher they stopped just an inch short of her crutch; my touch teasing her and she started to squirm on the towel in pleasure; probably starting to get turned on.

After another minute of teasing massage I reluctantly stood up and walked around her to the other side and crouched down to start on her left thigh. I smiled as I heard a groan escape Annabel's lips as my fingers left her skin and I knew she was starting to be turned on. This was going to be a mighty fine day as Hawkeye Pierce used to say in the TV series M*A*S*H.

This time my left hand got to massage & play with the exposed left cheek of her ass whilst my right hand massaged in the sunscreen on the back of her thigh. By now Annabel was starting to squirm a little as my hand reached the top of the inside of her thigh and I bet her swimsuit was starting to get a little damp down there. It took longer than it should to rub in the sunscreen, but hey, I want to ensure a quality job and a satisfied customer. Judging by the wiggle of her ass as I finished I think Annabel was starting on her own journey to satisfaction.

Next I slid up further so I could reach her shoulders & back. More sunscreen went on my hands and then I started a fairly firm rubbing of her shoulders and neck before easing up some and easing the pressure out into her back allowing my fingers to drift under the straps of her suit; but without getting as far as the edge of her breasts. For her back I reversed my hands and used my knuckles to knead down the side of her spine. 5 minutes later I was putting a light coating of sunscreen on her arms to finish before laying out my own towel alongside her and lying down on my front to hide my rampant hard on after what must have been 30-40 minutes of massaging Annabel's fine body.

"Thank you very much for that," Annabel whispered dreamily.

Half an hour later I felt myself starting to burn so I picked up the snorkelling kit and invited Annabel to join me for a swim in the crystal clear waters of the bay. We had a fun time floating over the top of the nearby reef watching the small colourful fish staying close into the coral features for protection from larger fish; but most of all I admired Annabel's lithe shape hanging suspended in the warm clear water. I couldn't get over the beauty of her figure even though she was in a non-sexy 'Mummy' suit; but that would change tomorrow!

After our swim we raided the picnic basket to find a glorious treat of fresh snacks, sandwiches, nibbles, fresh fruit, fruit juice and two drinking coconuts. The rest of the day was spent as a mix of sunbathing, talking, reading, & swimming until the boat returned to collect us.

Pre-dinner drinks back at the resort saw us sitting in the open air bar enjoying some perfectly mixed cocktails watching the sun start to slide below the horizon. The warm evening light shone on Annabel sitting there in a multi coloured wrap round skirt and a cotton medium cut top. Sitting there on a bar stool with her legs crossed the skirt material peeled back off her leg to reveal her magnificent calf resting on her lower leg emphasising the curve & shape of her calf. Her skin gleamed with the thin sheen of after sun lotion that Annabel had rubbed in after her shower. She looked like a Goddess sat there so poised & relaxed, and she attracted some admiring glances from the male guests as they entered the bar. I sat side ways onto the bar so I could both talk to her and fully admire her at the same time. Being here at the bar in Fiji meant I could blatantly admire her beauty and her body openly as opposed to having to do in surreptitiously back at work in the office; and I have to say that life couldn't get much better than it was as I sat there sipping my Long Island Iced Tea talking to Annabel. A meal of freshly cooked seafood with a cool bottle of white wine, with a local band playing traditional music in the background just added to how good the world was at that time. 

We relaxed back at the bar for a couple of after dinner drinks before making our way down the wharf to admire the bright star lit sky. I stood behind Annabel at the end of the wharf as we both craned our necks back to admire the vast array of stars & planets set out above us. The aroma of her coconut shampoo filled my nostrils and I leant forward to lightly kiss the top of her head as I wrapped my arms gently around her stomach & eased her warm body against mine. Annabel was still angled back admiring the night sky as I bent my head down to kiss her extended neck; her warm firm skin felt good on my lips and the aroma of her long hair brushing against my cheek just added to this long wished for moment. 

My arms tightened slightly coming into firm contact with her stomach as I continued to kiss her supple neck and feast my eyes down the front of her top to her breasts. Her breasts were quite small compared with the natural size of her body, probably a B cup, but still nice to see from my current viewpoint kissing her neck. Feeling the cheeks of her firm ass pressed lightly against the front of my trousers gave another reason for my old man to start to wake up to the pleasures of this beautiful evening. Annabel mewed quietly at the pleasant sensations of having her neck kissed and feeling my hardness start to grow between the cheeks of her fine ass. I very slowly eased my arms apart, releasing my protective grip on her and slid my hands outward to rest on the top of her hips to let them rest there as I continued to kiss my way around the back of her neck to the other side which tasted just as nice! This elicited more of a purring sound from Annabel's lips and in return brought me to full hardness against her ass.

I just couldn't believe I was finally holding this fine young woman in my arms after so many years of dreaming of and lusting for her. The warm star lit evening with the sea lapping against the wooden wharf just added to the moment far in excess of my wildest dreams; so I was in no hurry to rush what was happening between us; I would just let it run at a gentle pace and thoroughly enjoy every single erotic second of the evening.

My hands slid slowly, but firmly down the outside of her skirt so that my fingertips could feel every millimetre of firm warm flesh through the cotton until my arms couldn't reach any further, coming to rest two thirds of the way down her thighs. I lifted my head a little and worked my way to the tender, sensitive skin around her ear and felt her wiggle as I kissed her there; whilst at the same time my hands slid forwards onto the front of her thighs. The touch & firmness of her womanly thighs had my prick starting to ache for release as my senses started to head towards overload; the warmth & softness of her ear lobe between my lips; the aroma of coconut shampoo in my nostrils; the curve of her ass cheeks pressed against my prick; the view of her small breasts inside her top; and finally the feel of her warm firm thighs under my fingertips & palms; just had me at bursting point. Fortunately Annabel prevented this by taking my mind off these sensations as she slowly turned in my arms to face me; her hand rose up behind my neck and pulled my lips down onto hers. Our closed lips touched gently and kissed lightly for a minute or so, but we were both consumed by a passion that needed more, and that need was fast becoming urgent & immediate. Annabel's tongue pushed between my lips as her passion flared and consumed her. 

My automatic reaction was to slide one arm around her waist to pull her in tight to me and the other reached down to firmly cup and grip one of her amazing ass cheeks. Our tongues danced around each other in a passionate dance of need and lust, reflecting the lust that was consuming both of us in this tropical paradise. My upper hand slid up from her waist to rest on the bare, warm skin between her shoulder blades to hold her tight against me. I had no reason to worry about Annabel pulling backwards away from me as she hung tightly against my neck; sucked hard on my tongue; and pressed the heat of her crutch hard against my swollen, fit-to-burst prick. I so wanted to fuck her here and now; to throw aside any intimacy and just have hard, rough sex to satisfy my basic animal or caveman needs & wants. I just wanted to throw her on her back, hold her legs wide apart and thrust my rock hard prick deep into her pussy showing no mercy or tenderness; that was just my basic needs crying out for satisfaction. Maybe as a twenty something years ago with blue balls and little sexual experience that would have been the case; but now I was a fifty something with reasonable experience.... but still with blue balls at the moment  and I had a lovely woman, a mother of two, a loving wife to her husband, in my arms & mouth craving being made love to.

Snogging as passionately as we were, we both had an immediate need for something more and that was a sexual release in some form. Most people would have gone for an immediate shag to satisfy that immediate need & wanton desire; but I still had all week to satisfy that need; I wanted to keep Annabel hanging for more. I slid my hand off her ass reluctantly and slid it around her hip to ease it between us to gently press into the upper V of her thighs. I felt Annabel automatically ease her feet apart to give access for my hand to reach between her firm inner thighs to cup her mound in my now cupped hand. I firmly, but gently, cupped her hot mound through her dress and the panties I imagined were underneath. This resulted in Annabel almost sucking my mouth off my face as the passion reached boiling point within her. She had a need, and that need needed to be satisfied here and now, immediately. If I held this position for more than 30 seconds the moment would pass and be lost forever.

I saw a wooden bench over Annabel's shoulder and that would be ideal for what I had in mind. I broke the kiss and took her hand, carefully turning her around as I made my way over to the bench. I quickly lay down on the wooden bench lying full length on it & saw Annabel's puzzled look above me in the moonlight.

"Put your left leg over me and sit on my face," I instructed as I gently pulled her forward by her hand.

She looked a little puzzled by this turn of events.

"Step over me with your left leg and lower yourself onto my face," I instructed as I gripped the hem of her wrap around skirt and lifted it to make it easier for her to climb aboard.

Annabel obliged and swung her leg over my horizontal face as I pulled slightly downwards on her hand to guide her landing to my waiting lips. The star filled sky disappeared as her thighs and skirt filled my vision and narrowed my horizon. I briefly felt the warmth of the flesh of her right thigh against my left cheek before her warm moist panty crotch settled on my lips and her swinging left leg brought her left thigh to rest warmly, but firmly, against my right cheek. My hands instinctively slid under her skirt and curled around the tops of her bare thighs to firmly pull her mound into full contact with my mouth. As a continuation of this movement my mouth opened wide to accept the bulge of her pantied mound and I sucked in my breath to achieve a seal against the damp material.

Whilst Annabel had fully shaped womanly thighs that encompassed my head, they weren't fat and I could still hear the whispered "Oh my God!" exclamation from her as the sensations raced from her crotch to register in her passion loaded brain. And at that point I started to mould and roll my lips over her mould applying pressure to her sensitive damp mound underneath as I continued to suck on her.




Indecent Proposal



"OH MY GOD!" she cried out loud as her legs buckled and her full weight bore down onto my hungry, expectant mouth.

I smiled to myself as I breathed through my nose to survive this passionate moment and the goal of many years' dreams. The aroma of her musk sodden panties filled and tantalised my nostrils, reached through my brain, all the way down to my bursting prick. I needed to ignore the need in my trousers, I had to focus on pleasuring Annabel with a sensation I was thinking she hadn't experienced before; if I came in my pants as a consequence then so be it! The orgasm I gave Annabel next would determine how well the rest of the week would go.

Next in the attack on her senses came my tongue. While still sucking hard my tongue arched out and pressed hand against her lips through the material. I firmly rubbed my tongue up & down her mound to tease her pussy underneath.

A cry of "GOD, YYEESSS," reached my ears at exactly the same time as her panties became sodden with a flush of her juices and Annabel ground herself hard down on my face. There was a sudden flurry of activity as Annabel tried to lift her skirt out of the way to get to her panties. This move was expected and anticipated as I let go of her thighs and gripped her hands to hold them away from her pussy.

There was a cry of frustration from Annabel as her move was thwarted by my hands. My strength overcame her movement then the lashing of my tongue across her crotch again made her wither & scream out loud. Her juices now poured in a torrent through her panty crotch into my open mouth as she experienced the first of what would be many mind blowing orgasms in the cumming week. Her mound rubbed hard across my mouth and nose as her legs twitched and shook as she was ripped apart by such a violent orgasm, the like of which I gathered she hadn't experienced recently. I fought to maintain my grip on her hands as she desperately wanted to peal her panties to one side and lay her bare, exposed pussy on my hungry mouth.

The flood of juices was becoming too much to swallow and remain breathing at the same time so I released Annabel's hands so she could stand up slightly and thrust her hands between her throbbing thighs to grip her sodden panty crotch and tug it to one side.

I finally got to see her bare swollen pussy for a brief few tantalising seconds before she thrust down hard on my mouth to satisfy her continuing need for orgasmic release. Her swollen pussy lips enveloped my lips, slick with her running juices. I angled my head down & forward so that the tip of my nose wedged between her lips and spread them apart before bringing my head up & back slightly to hook my nose under the tip nib of her clitoris. That elicited a long needy sigh from Annabel, just before I extended my tongue to lap the full length of her slightly spread lips.

"AAArrrrggghhhh," resounded out over the water in the warm night air as Annabel enjoyed the fresh sensation of my tongue entering her for the first time; little knowing that this would be the first of many times for the week ahead.

Annabel was dripping wet, with sweet juices running into my open mouth making me have to carefully co-ordinate breathing and swallowing; but hell, it would be a nice way to die if I got it wrong.

After a couple of laps along the full length of her pussy I gently eased my tongue full length into the hot, wet depths of her pussy. Fortunately the bench was well built to carry the weight of both of us as Annabel settled down on my face to gain as much penetration as possible from my tongue. This gave me the opportunity to reach around her thighs and trail my fingers under her top to search out her breasts. More groans and sighs escaped Annabel as my rough skinned finger tips ran gently over the small mounds of her breasts before cupping my hands to knead the firmness of her breasts. 

With this additional attention to another of Annabel's erogenous zones I think her brain started to overload on intense pleasure as a mini orgasm racked through Annabel and I swallowed hard & fast the juices emanating from her sweet pussy. My lips & cheeks were coated with pussy juice flowing down my cheeks as well as down my throat as I thoroughly enjoyed this hot, wet woman thrusting down onto my face, almost breaking my jaw and neck.

As I continued to dart my piercing tongue in and out of her depths I brought my fingers together over the swollen hard buds of her nipples and gripped them firmly between my thumbs & fingers. I felt Annabel throw her head back and heard her wail out loud as I ramped up the pleasure she was receiving. No matter how much I wished it, this just couldn't go on so after a brief couple of minutes playing with her sensitive nipples I slowly released them and slid my hands slowly back down onto the top of her thighs ready for the next, & final, stage of the action.

I knew from previous experience of pleasuring ladies' pussies that Annabel was ripe to be taken over the edge into total orgasmic delight. My hands pressed firmly on her thighs just above the knees to ease her legs further apart, thus opening her pussy a little more in preparation for my final assault on her pussy and heightened senses. I slowly slipped my hands to the top of her thighs and spread my fingers wide to spread the load on her skin for when she tried to escape my mouth.

The slight increase in pressure on her skin was the only warning Annabel received before I thrust upwards with my chin and arrowed my tongue straight to the furthest depths of her pussy that I could penetrate. My tongue thrust & cut like a swordsman deep inside her pussy as the sensory overload melted Annabel's brain triggering warning bells in her ears that this was probably going to be the most intense & longest orgasm that she had ever encountered in her life. Annabel's legs tried to trigger her escape but my hands held her firmly in place as the floodgates opened and Annabel went into a very intense, very long orgasm that shook her whole body to her very core. I was swamped with the flood of her juices as she bounced & twitched hard above me as if she was having an epileptic fit.

Annabel's nerve endings were aflame and raw as the most intense sensations ripped through her bringing back images of the births of her two children and the intensity of feelings that those events had held for her at that time. Her body couldn't decide if she wanted to fight or take flight to escape and survive this hot explosion that seemed to be ripping her very being apart. She felt the pressure of my spread fingers being pushed deep into her now tender thighs as she fought to escape, but she couldn't go anywhere and the orgasm was draining her energy.

If she thought this was intense then she wasn't ready for me to seal my lips to her pussy by sucking down hard on her mound while still thrusting hard inside her. Annabel fought & bucked, fighting for release from this inferno engulfing her whole being; she just couldn't believe that the pleasure & sensations that were tearing at her very existence could continue to increase. She struggled to articulate what she was feeling; it was just too much for her.

Then came the final move in this orgasmic dance.

I thrust backwards on her thighs to slide her backwards on my mouth thus allowing me to seal my mouth over & around her clitoris as I immediately brought my tongue up to lash and rub against the protruding exposed bud of her erect clitoris. This action just destroyed Annabel as I fought to hold her down as she screamed out "DADDDYYY," and I drank down the tidal wave of pussy nectar, desperately trying not to drown. I held onto her for what seemed a lifetime for both of us as the orgasm ripped her apart. I'm not sure if she passed out or not but she seemed to go limp and heavy. My arms shot up to support her under her armpits long enough for me to push her forwards to slide her ass down the top of my head using her pussy nectar as lubricant to move her. Once my head was clear of her sodden ass cheeks I sat upright and quickly turned around on the bench to hold her. I slid up tight behind her with my thighs either side of her and her ass wedged into my crotch; my arms slid under her armpits to wrap around her and my crossed arms allowed my cupped palms to support and cover her exposed breasts. Her head lulled back against me and I leaned down to kiss her neck.

"Daddy ...... Daddy ........ Daddy," was all she murmured as I supported her spent body in my arms and kissed her sweet warm neck some more.

"Daddy is here," I whispered into her ear as one of my hands slid down from her breast, cruised south over her stomach, down to protectively cover & cup her swollen, exposed, & extremely sensitive mound once more. She flinched slightly at this tender, intimate touch as I again whispered "Daddy is here," to her.

I held her for about 5 minutes and kissed her lightly on her neck and ear as she gradually came down from her orgasmic high and recovered a little of her strength.

"My God Daddy," was all she could say as I held her securely & protectively in my arms to ensure she would be safe. Annabel cooled during this time and shivered slightly in my arms so it was time to take her inside.

I gently helped her to her feet and supported her as she tottered on weak, shaken legs along the wharf back to my chalet. Once inside I stood her next to my king sized bed and turned her to face me. I kissed her softly, tasting the inside of her mouth as I gently pulled up her top to remove it. Then I let her skirt slip to the floor before sliding my hands down her back and into the waist band of her saturated knickers which allowed me to pull them down so Annabel could step out of them. I turned back the duvet before sitting her on the edge of the bed to remove her sandals. Finally I ran my hands down her lovely calves and swung her legs up into bed. I stripped quickly and Annabel slid over as she felt me climb in behind her and pull the duvet over us. I slid in close behind her to spoon against her and wrapped my arm over her to protectively cup her breast.

"I love you Daddy," she whispered as she gently lowered my hand down between the top of her thighs as she slipped into a deep contented sleep, closely followed by her new Daddy.

...... To be continued.



Indecent Proposal



THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

*****

I'm Jacob. I'm twenty years old. And I'm an escort. Nothing truly out of the ordinary so far, you might say. That's where you would be wrong. You see, my services fall under a unique category in the world sex work. I'm a twin. You would be surprised how many people have fantasies about having sex with both of us. Don't be so quick to assume it's only men either. We get just as many requests from women. My brother Jonah and I only have one rule: we do not touch each other. Otherwise we oblige whatever client is asking or, paying. At least that used to be our rule.

When we were eighteen Jonah came to me and told me that he had signed up to be an escort. I had just started my freshman year of college, he had decided to take a year off to find himself. I guess part of that was finding himself having sex with strangers. He had been working at the escort service for two weeks when his boss discovered Jonah had a twin brother. Ever the saleswoman, she offered him more money and more clients if he could convince me to join him at the agency. College was expensive and I was already struggling with making ends meet. So I did not take much convincing.

We set guidelines right away. Jonah and I had no issues having sex with the same person, but we would never have sex with each other. It was the second line of our contract, right after "the use of contraception, i.e. condoms, is a must." Both items were non-negotiable. It was best to get those two things out of the way right off.

I quit college after a year, finding that my life as an escort was much more fulfilling than any classes I was taking. I had never really been the party type, so joining a frat and spending all my time drinking and fucking my frat brothers or sorority sisters was never a thing I wanted to do. Jonah and I split from the agency just before we turned twenty. We had amassed a good amount of money, and a steady clientele. The prospect of working for ourselves was made even more appealing when the agency changed ownership and the new boss upped the percentage they took out of our fees.

Jonah came to me three weeks after we had turned twenty, and told me that he had a new potential client. I never questioned his judgement in booking our appointments, so I was confused as to why he was checking in with me on this one. When he sat down in front of me and gave me his favorite "hear me out" face I knew this was different. 

"He wants us to have sex, with each other, while he watches," Jonah came right out with it. He knew I was not one for wasting words. I shook my head at him. 

"We have rules Jo." 

"He wants to pay us a lot of money Jake," he pressed on. 

Money. It was my second favorite thing in the world. Sex and money. Which was why I found myself having sex, for money. "How much?" I asked. 

"Fifty grand," Jonah's eyes brightened. 

That was a lot of money. My mind was actually considering this proposition. Jonah's mouth turned up in a huge grin. "What?" I asked. 

"Each."

What kind of person drops a hundred grand to watch two dudes fuck each other? I thought. Doesn't he have the Internet? "That's a lot of money," I said out loud. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him I would have to discuss it with you, and I would get back to him."

Good. He didn't say no. "What do you think?"

Jonah did not answer right away. I knew he was choosing his words carefully. "Truthfully, Jake, I have always wondered what it would be like."

This was news to me. He had never said anything like that before. "Are you sure that's not just the fifty grand talking?"

Jonah looked away from me. That was not the answer he was looking for. "Call him back, tell him we will amend our contract, for him." It was too business like, but I didn't know what else to say. 

"It's okay, if you don't want to do it," Jonah looked up at me. 

"It's fifty grand Jo." Also, not what he wanted to hear.

Vanity and superficiality are necessities in our business, but neither made us very proud. Truth is, if we don't take care of ourselves, clients will not want to hire us, and if we were not at least a little bit turned on by the client, no one will have a good experience. Naturally we were wary about what a man willing to plunk down so much money to watch us have sex would look like. Stereotypically we figured that he was the older, overweight, greasy kind. But we were wrong.

"Can this be his real picture?" Jonah asked me when he opened the client's email. 

I looked over his shoulder and found a tan thirty-something, with blue eyes and a calming smile, looking back at me. "Google him," I suggested.

Jonah put the name into the search bar. 

"Would he have given us a false name?" I asked when the pictures showed the same man from the email. 

Jonah looked at me with such disappointment it made my heart constrict. "What if this is some sort of weird set-up?" He asked, with a great deal of dejection. 

I knew it was not just the idea of losing fifty thousand dollars that had him feeling this way. I pushed the idea out of my head. Business. "This is why we do research," I reminded him.

Our research turned up nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you consider the fact that the client was a billionaire by the time he was twenty-five. He had created a video game when he was fifteen and after years of modifying the programming, he had sold it to Activision for a million dollars and a percentage of the profits, for life. He did not necessarily have a billion dollars at hand, but that was his net worth, give or take a few thousand. 

We met the client at a nearby hotel. We had agreed that a neutral site was better for all of us. We picked the hotel bar to meet in first. Despite our research, I still wanted to be sure this guy was for real. I was drinking whisky on the rocks, Jonah had his usual Jack and Coke. He was visibly nervous. "It's going to be fine," I assured him before taking a giant swig of whisky. Jonah held up his glass and gave a weak smile before downing his own drink. Our client smiled and nodded toward the elevators.

Satisfied that he was who he said he was, Jonah and I followed him to the lobby and into the all-glass elevator. He put his keycard into the slot to open up the floor to the penthouse suite. We rode in silence. Jonah fidgeted beside me. I tried not to think about what we were about to do.

The elevator doors opened right into the suite. We stepped into a large seating area that had a black leather couch, glass coffee table, and windows covering one whole wall. The lights of the city shined bright outside, giving the room an eery glow. The client offered us a drink, suggesting we make ourselves comfortable on the couch. Out of habit, we each picked a side, leaving space for the client to sit in between us. Realizing our error we moved closer together before the client returned with our drinks. He sat down in an empty chair next to the couch.

The second drink did nothing to relax me, but I was good at masking my nerves. Jonah had found a way to contain his emotions. The client encouraged us to begin whenever we were ready. It was not really the command we were looking for. I was never going to be ready for this. Luckily Jonah found his courage and took charge. 

Jonah took my drink and set it on the table next to his. His fingers brushed against me lightly, and I felt the touch all the way from the tips of my fingers to the tip of my cock. I sucked in a breath and tried not to exhale too loudly. Jonah leaned forward and put his lips against my neck. This sent more shockwaves through my body. "Relax," Jonah whispered into my ear. His breath on my skin sent chills down my spine. He placed a hand on my chest and pushed me gently, guiding me to sit back against the couch. The client sipped his drink and watched without emotion. 

I closed my eyes and gave up control. My hands found their way to Jonah's waist. His breath hitched against my neck as my fingers trailed his soft skin. When I opened my eyes they met Jonah's intense stare. They showed me a want that I had never seen in him. It made me want to give him what he wanted. I grabbed his hips and pulled him onto my lap so that he was straddling me. I sat up straighter to lessen the distance between us. Jonah wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed his lips against mine. He tasted like Jack Daniels, with a hint of sweetness from the Coke, and a taste that was all his own. I opened my mouth to let my tongue explore his. My dick twitched and begged to be freed.

Whether or not it was that sense twins have, or just the natural progression of the moment, I will never know, but as soon as my thoughts turned to my dick, Jonah's hand was rubbing against it through my jeans. His fingers found their way to my button and zipper, opening them with ease. His fingers brushed against the tip of my dick through material of my briefs. I moaned into his mouth. I reached down and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head. My fingers trailed his chest, abs and torso. I unbuttoned his jeans with the same ease, and let my fingers brush against his hard dick. He sighed against my neck. 

I had a sudden need to have his dick inside my mouth. Without warning I grabbed his waist and tossed him onto the couch next to me. "Oof," he laughed in response. My hands were hard at work removing his jeans and underwear. A line of pre-cum glistened off the tip. My mouth watered, and I let my tongue trail over the head of his dick, tasting the saltiness. He groaned in approval. I worked him over with my mouth, sucking, licking, massaging. He pushed into me, arching his back, moaning as I took him deeper. "I'm coming," he announced through gritted teeth. I had never let anyone cum in my mouth. It was one of the rules. But the idea of his cum sliding down my throat made me double my efforts, instead of stop them. His guttural groan preceded the warm liquid that filled my mouth. I licked every drop off of his dick and swallowed.

Jonah sat up and dove at my mouth, seeking out any remnants of his own cum. When he had satisfied that search his hands were once again pushing me against the couch. He pulled the waistband of my jeans and briefs in one motion, freeing my very hard cock. His mouth was warm and wet, his lips soft, his tongue strong and adept. My eyes rolled back into my head, my back arched. My fingers grasped the side of the couch. When I opened my eyes again I was reminded we were being watched. The client had not moved. The only indication that he was awake, or alive even, was his wrist slowly moving his half-empty glass from side to side. Jonah's fingers on my balls brought my attention back to him. When I announced I was coming Jonah made no attempt to stop. As I had done, he intensified the action, and encouraged me to cum in his mouth. Every muscle in my body clenched and I could feel all the blood rush to my dick. I grunted inaudibly and shot my load into my brother's waiting mouth.

We were kissing, I could taste my cum on his lips, his tongue. It drove me forward. Grabbing Jonah's ass I pulled him forward. "Fuck me," I commanded. He needed no more prompting. He reached down and massaged my perineum with his middle and forefinger, slowly making his way to my ass. I opened myself up to let him explore me. His fingers massaged the inside of my hole, opening me up further. I wrapped my fingers around his cock feeling it harden at my touch. He gently pulled his fingers out of me and reached into the pocket of his discarded jeans, removing the foil package, placing it into his mouth, and with precision tearing it open. The condom was on his dick before the foil hit the floor.

I have been fucked before. Though not as often as you would think. Our clients are of the submissive type, outside their homes. Jonah and I have decent sized dicks. We measured, once, and found we are the same size. It is a point of pride on our Web site. It worried me, that he was bigger than anyone I had ever taken though. "Maybe I should straddle you," I suggested. He nodded and let me sit up. He laid back against the armrest, his dick standing at attention, begging me to sit on it. I climbed onto him and slowly lowered myself onto his dick, letting the feeling of him inside me drive me further. He let me take control, take my time. When I felt comfortable enough I started to ride him, driving his dick deeper inside me. I felt him against my prostate and let out a light moan. He held on to my waist, strong enough to be there, gentle enough to let me be in control. Once I found my rhythm he moved his hips in tune with mine. I leaned forward and found his lips, tasting him, biting gently on his bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth and rode him until my dick begged to be emptied. I came hard, without my dick being touched. Jonah was close behind, pushing himself further into me, his eyes closed tight, his mouth open in the shape of an "o." He let out a moan and I felt his release. It was warm against the inside of my rectum, even with the condom on.

I collapsed against him as he gently pulled out of me. We were sweaty and spent and all I wanted to do was fall asleep against him. But I remembered where we were, and was immediately self-conscious. I had never lost myself in a moment, and I had done just that. It was undoubtably the best sex I had ever had. I tried not to think about what that meant. 

Jonah excused himself and went into the bathroom to remove the condom and wash himself off while I put my clothes back on. The client had not said a word, aside from hello and to offer a drink, since we had started the session. Jonah returned from the bathroom and the client led us to the elevator door. He left us with a thank you and sent us on our way back down the elevator.

We did not speak until we were in the car heading back home. "That was kind of amazing," Jonah said into the darkness.

I kept my eyes on the road. My head was swimming from the events of the night and I was having trouble concentrating on driving. I started to nod and realized he couldn't see me. "Yeah," was all I could say.

In hindsight I wish we would have suggested the client come to our place. By the time we got home the need to cuddle against Jonah had been replaced with sheer exhaustion. We left each other to sleep in our own beds, with one last gentle kiss goodnight. His words trailed through the air as I walked toward my bedroom "I think we need to amend the contract, permanently."