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Quid Pro Quo

By: SlickTony



You ask me what the oddest and most embarrassing episode of my life was, and one particular weekend in 1943 has to be right up there. This was a weekend that I was home from college, my younger brother Adam was home on leave before he went overseas, and my husband Dennis, who was not my husband at that time, was not home because he was up visiting some relatives of his in Tuttle, OK. 

My brothers and I have always gotten along pretty well. Part of it was because I was the oldest and they knew better than to try and run my life, not that I would have put up with any shit from them if they'd tried. At the same time, we looked after each other, and if you messed with one of us, you were going to have the other two all over your ass. Ask anybody in Koenigsburg, TX. It was true then and it's true today. Still, while Eugene (nobody ever called him that) and I have always been cool with each other, it was with Adam that I had a special relationship—no, not that kind of special! Well, I guess. Sort of. That one time. All right, I'm getting there.

As I've said, we always looked out for each other. I beat up people who picked on him, right up until he graduated high school and joined the Army, and he always knew how to pick me up when I was feeling blue. When we were little kids I had scarlet fever so bad that I had to go to the hospital. They wanted to cut my hair off, but I wouldn't let them. Adam was not supposed to be there, because little kids were not supposed to be in the hospital, but you could not have kept him out any more than you could have kept out air or roaches. So the nurses just gave up: they showed him how to wash my hair and look after it, and even after I got well, he did it from time to time for years after that, to cheer me up. I've told him that if all else failed he could always be a shampoo boy.

It was late summer, hot as hinges and all the stuff in the garden coming ripe at once. I had been at school all summer, taking as many courses as I could so I could graduate ahead of time and come back and work in Dr. Muldaur's veterinary clinic. Now it was the time between the end of the summer and the beginning of fall, and I was ready for a break. I had caught the train up from A&M, and jumped off at the whistle-stop in Koenigsburg. Dad was there waiting for me and he helped me throw my stuff in the back of the truck.

As we went down the hot, dusty highway, we talked. The garden had done really well, and Mom expected to do a lot of canning. It looked like the sorghum crop was going to do well. Most of the local farmers had given up on cotton; it seemed like the boll weevil was still king in the land. He talked about people who were overseas, and who had lost a son or husband or brother. Also, Gene had left home.

"That's crazy, he's only eighteen! Did something happen? Where did he go? What can he possibly be doing?"

"You know how all he's ever wanted to do was fix cars. Well, Mr. Haller offered him a sort of apprenticeship in his garage and he jumped at it. He was so set on it, there wasn't much I could do; I at least got Haller to promise that he would still go to school until he was old enough to graduate. And he'll still come home and help us if we really need it. There's an apartment over the garage and he's living in it.

"So, what do you plan to be up to during your short break?" 

"Oh, I don't know. Helping at home, I guess. Working in Dr. Muldaur's clinic. Palling around with Dennis. He's around, isn't he?" I didn't know where he would be if he wasn't. He was the sole support of his family, since his father had died, and an only son, so he was exempt from going off to war. 

Dad gave me a sideways look. "He'll probably be around in a few days, but he isn't right now. He's in Oklahoma."

"Oklahoma! What in God's name is he doing there?"

"Visiting kin, believe it or not. Old Jake had an aunt or something he was estranged from, but now she's dying and she wants to make her peace with Dennis since Jake is dead. She has some land up there, too. For what it's worth."

"Hah! For what it's worth," I said. And what could that be? How many acres of dust were we talking about?

Immediately some of the shine went out of the day. I'd been looking forward to seeing Dennis. He wanted to marry me, and I had been resolutely putting him off as far as that was concerned, because I wanted to get my degree and get started in my work, but that didn't prevent me from having a ton of fun with him when I was in town. I'd looked forward to seeing his blue and gold eyes light up when he saw me, and feeling his brawny arms around me. And when we were alone together…

I love me a big man, I purely do. I knew I probably would marry him when I'd taken care of those other matters first, because any big, or tall, woman who's got a big man is a fool if she lets him get away. Ah, the bliss of it! Never to have to slouch in an effort to look short, and to be able to wear high heels, assuming that one wanted to wear such torture devices. Besides, all the way home on the train, with the hum and vibration of the rails beneath me, and each irregularity of the tracks, I'd been getting surreptitiously soaking wet with excitement, thinking of the meat and drink of his kisses, and how we'd be so eager to get at each other we wouldn't even bother with a bed, at first: we'd get each other's clothes off, and then I'd take a standing jump into his arms. He was tall enough and strong enough to take me standing; he'd cradle my ass in his hands and stick me onto his cock, which was built just like he was, wide as well as long, and I'd wrap my arms and legs around him like a lemur and just go to town, laughing and groaning, braced between him and the nearest wall.

And now he was in Oklahoma. Damn!

"Boy, did I ever sour your milk with that news! Hey, he's going to be back before school starts again. Besides, I have another surprise for you. One that you'll like a little bit better than the one I just gave you."

I gave Dad a jaundiced look and slumped against the passenger door of the truck, trying to imagine what a pleasant surprise could be. What could you surprise anybody with in these days? A new wardrobe? What was that? Every bit of cloth was rationed. Besides, I didn't care about that kind of thing. A new car? Now, that was something I'd like. Or any kind of car that ran. Fat chance! The richest man in town didn't have a new car.

We pulled up into the gravel drive in front of the house, and Dad tooted the horn. Mom came out, wiping her hands on her apron. Beside her was a tall, lanky figure in an Army uniform.

With a whoop of delight, I tore out of the truck and ran to meet him.

"Goofy!" I cried, as my little—ha! Not so little now—brother swung me into his arms and whirled me in a mad circle before setting me down on the grass. "When did you get in? How long have you been here?"

"Couple days," Adam said. "Now, can I please go and get into something more comfortable? Mom's made me stay in uniform half the day, because she wanted you to see me dressed up."

He gave me a couple of resounding kisses on my cheeks and dashed into the house.

"Now, I do feel better," I said. "I didn't think we'd really get to see him before he had to go to Europe. How long is he staying?"

Mom sighed. "Not as long as I'd like," she said. "I think he's going to be here for a week. Lord, I'm going to be so worried about him."

"He'll be all right," I said. "They're not going to use him for cannon fodder. He's far too knowledgeable about electrical stuff and blowing things up. He'll be something technical for sure. EOD or the Engineer Battalion or something."

"I hope so." We got my things out of the truck and put them in my room. Adam was back in civilian clothes, and typically, foraging around the kitchen in hopes of finding something to munch on. Ever since he had hit adolescence, he had been a walking appetite, and that hadn't changed.

One thing had, though. He had reached his height of six feet, two inches so fast, the rest of his growth was some time catching up to it. When he got out of high school, he weighed one hundred and thirty-five pounds soaking wet. But regardless of what you heard about Army chow, it seemed to have agreed with him. I thought he'd gained about twenty-five pounds, which meant that he actually weighed more than I did. It was all nicely distributed and none of it was fat. He was still too skinny to be Mr. Universe but you had to admit he'd improved.

When the sun had begun to retreat towards the horizon and it wasn't so hot, we came outside and sat down on the porch steps.

"It sure is nice to have you back for a while," I said. "You been into town? I mean, besides when you got off the train."

"Couple of times," he said. "Mom wanted everyone to see me in uniform, so I dressed up to please her the last time we went."

"You get any looks from the girls?"

Adam grinned. "Got all kinds of second glances from girls who wouldn't have looked at me the first time when we were still in school."

"Have you taken any of them out?"

"Naah."

"Do you think you will?"

"What's the point? I am exactly the same guy they shot down before I signed up. Surviving training and putting on a uniform isn't going to have changed me that much."

He had a point. For some reason, he'd tended to miss with girls all the time we were coming up. I could never figure out quite why. That's not true. I knew why—I just didn't regard it as a sufficient reason. As much as we in the family all loved him, we'd have been lying to claim he was normal. Most girls like being able to add a man up, but my brother didn't add up. At least, every time you tried to add him up, you got a different answer. Even I, who knew him about as well as anybody, couldn't put my finger on what made him different. Maybe it was the air he gave of being a half-step out of synch with the parade of life. Or the inability to carry on the kind of small-talk conversation so dear to the heart of a teenaged girl. Or his blind need to bend your hapless ear with whatever he was currently enthusiastic about, or knowledgeable about, whether you wanted to talk about it or not. Or the idea you got that, behind his visionary eyes, he was carrying on some kind of dialog with someone and it wasn't you. He used to be a lot odder than that as a little kid, but Dad, afraid that he would end up not being good for anything and be a charge on the family when he got older, determined that he was going to instill normalcy into him, and he partially succeeded, though he used methods which would certainly draw the attention of Child Welfare if you used them now.

But for whatever reason, I can't think of a single honest to God date or dating relationship that he ever had all through high school. He made pretty decent grades, especially in math and science, and he was a track star—there was a shelf in the curio cabinet in the parlor that was reserved for all the trophies he won for good old Koenigsburg High, but if there was a dance or a party going, he went stag.

It pissed me off. "Phony bitches," I grumbled.

Adam gave me a sidewise grin. "Language, sis! Better watch out that Mom doesn't hear you," he said. "I let one slip this morning—she said she wouldn't take the coal tar soap to me because I'm Serving Our Country. However, you don't have that going for you."

"I am part of the effort to ensure the health of the nation's animals," I said. "That counts for something."

"But you aren't wearing a uniform."

"All right, all right!" I said. "So, Little Bro, you look like the Army's done you a lot of good. By the way, did you ever at any point along the way, manage to lose it?"

His long-lashed gray eyes widened as he gave me a look of phony innocence. "Lose what?"

I socked him on the upper arm. "You know what I mean!"

He looked away from me, out across the sorghum fields. "Yeah."

"You don't say! Anybody we're likely to hear about?"

"I doubt it. After I made it through boots a bunch of the guys took me into town to celebrate. We went to…this place. I'd gotten paid and everything. And…well, you know."

I knew what society and the churches and all taught us about morals—and didn't believe most of it, at least not the sex part. It struck me as an institutionalized raw deal for women—where women were supposed to come to the marriage bed all pure and innocent (read: ignorant) and the men experienced. I didn't think ensuring men were just as ignorant was the solution, but it made me sad to think of my nice kid brother, whom a lot of girls could do worse than, getting it like that. But that was just the way things were.

"You be careful, now. You don't want to be picking up a disease from one of those places."

"Don't worry about me; I can take care of myself. They showed us a film in training. And we can get protection cheap."

"That's good. So, how was it? Was it what you hoped?"

"Yeah. I guess." He continued to look out across the fields.

"It wasn't, was it?"

"Well…it didn't seem like that much of a stretch from what you can do with yourself—and what you can get, um, other ways—"

I would not like to say that my brother had never had any action of any kind. There were a very few girls, mostly out-of-town visitors, who thought he looked interesting, got told by the friends they stayed with that being seen with him would do nothing for them socially, but didn't mind a little secretive fooling around with him—the kind of thing that felt good but resulted in no pregnancy, which we were all scared of in those days. None of them would walk up the main street with him, but they didn't mind necking and petting with him in some out-of-the-way place, and he accepted their terms, and got what fun he could out of it, because he would do anything for attention, for the feel of a woman pressed against his body. 

"It taught me something about myself," he continued.

"And that was—?"

"I want someone to be with on a regular basis—not to have to go chasing it here and there like some of the guys do."

I couldn't think what to say. I didn't see this happening if he stayed in Koenigsburg. 

"It'll happen someday," I finally said. I felt like getting up and moving around, and I got up from the steps, using one hand on top his head, with its pelt of short, thick, off-black hair, for leverage. He was ready to take the slight weight I exerted, because I had been doing this for years. I dug in my pocket for my pack of Luckies and shook one out, putting it to my lips. "Want one?"

"No thanks," he said.

"Huh! So you didn't take up smoking when you got out in the world," I commented, lighting up.

"That stuff's bad for you," he said. "Besides, it makes your hair smell. 'Course I guess it doesn't matter if Dennis smokes too. Say, I heard you were real sore when you found out he was out of town."

"I expect to be even sorer after he's been home for a while," I said. I didn't know why I said that—it just came out. A wash of pink ran along Adam's cheekbones, and I could feel my own face heating up.

"This conversation's getting wild," he said. He got up from the porch steps, brushing dust off his skinny butt, and went into the house, leaving me alone outside with my smoke.

The next day Mom asked me to pull weeds in the vegetable garden and that was when I saw the cucumber. Earlier in the summer, the garden had been full of them, but Mom had caught and pickled nearly all of them when they were small. I knew that in the pantry there were jars of pickles of all kinds: sweets, dills, bread-and-butter sliced. This one had been overlooked and was even bigger than salad cucumbers were allowed to get. It was so late and ripe it had a bronze flush to it. I bent down and picked it, hefting it in my hand. It was hard and vaguely three-sided, and warmed from its exposure to the sun. It felt exactly like a cock, I thought. All it lacked was the knob. Holding it with one hand and sliding my hand up and down it, I realized my pussy was getting hot and swollen, like a sun-ripened fruit.

I took the cuke into the house and washed it very thoroughly. This was necessary, for cucumbers straight out of the garden were not the sanitized things you see in the grocery nowadays. Those are waxed, and slick and oily to the touch. This one was knobby, slightly grainy with garden dirt. When I had cleaned it and dried it, I stuck it under my pillow. I was looking forward to bedtime tonight. I had not planned on a date with a cucumber when I came home, but it was better than nothing.

However, after dinner, Mom and Dad had to take the truck into town. I didn't feel like going with them. They didn't take Adam with them, because he said he was going for a run. That boy loved to run, even when he wasn't competing. You'd have thought he'd have enough running in basic training, but go figure! It was almost like an addiction with him and he felt out of kilter if he didn't get his run every day. Nobody knew from endorphins in those days, but he knew what was good for him.

I had seldom found myself alone in the house when I was coming up. Mom and Dad preferred to load us kids in the truck and haul us along when they went into town, and the boys were always in and out when we were home.

I went to my room and lay down on the bed. It was hot, and I had to close the curtains against the sunlight and keep the windows open to let in a breeze at the same time. A small fan sat on the high old bureau next to the bed, and I turned that on, training the air to circulate onto my body.

I took off my pants and pushed them down to the end of the bed, and unbuttoned my shirt. Under my shirt, I almost never wore a bra. Then, my breasts were pretty small, and they were very high and firm, so I didn't really need one.

I hadn't really planned to play with myself during the day, when it would have been so much more convenient, as well as safer, to wait until everyone else was in bed, but I suppose then I should have chosen something different to read. One of my friends at school had a copy of Tropic of Cancer which her brother had smuggled from overseas, and she'd lent it to me. It was pretty raw stuff, but it worked; fresh moonshine may not taste very good but it can still get you drunk quicker than you can say.

Nevertheless, I found that I preferred my own imagination to Henry Miller's misogynistic musings, and I put the book aside and caressed my body and let a montage of images and remembered sensations pass through my mind. I twirled my thumbs over my hard nipples—oh, if only Dennis were there to lightly pinch one and flick the other one with his tongue! Ah, tongues—the dance between Dennis' and mine when we kissed…the taste and feel of that one little place on the underside of his cock, up near the slit, that when I licked it, he absolutely could not keep his hips still and he could not keep his voice down. The way he sounded when he was spurting deep into my cunt or into my mouth. 

I couldn't stand it any longer. I brought the cucumber out from its hiding place under my pillow. It was still slightly warm from having been out in the sun, and I had taken care to maintain its temperature by washing it in hot water. Holding it in both my hands, I put it in my mouth, to get it wet and because I was still thinking of Dennis' cock, hearing him say that's it honey, you get down on your knees where you belong and open wide. Take it! You'll take it from me, Zandra!

I stripped my panties off and kicked them down to the end of the bed to join my slacks. Parting my legs wide, I nudged the tip of the cucumber between my swollen labia. I needn't have wetted the thing; I was already hot and slick down there, and the cuke went up inside me as easily as a plug into a socket. It was so long there was plenty of it for me to grab even when I was full, stretched nice and tight around it. I lay still for a second, savoring the feeling of having something between my legs even if it wasn't what I'd planned on. Then I began to work it in and out.


Quid Pro Quo



God, it felt good! It had been so long since I'd gotten to pleasure myself. My dorm at school didn't have housemothers and proctors who actually came around to make sure we were sleeping with our arms outside the covers, but it was a living memory; it didn't happen now because there was a war on and people had other things to think about—and I had roommates who slept lightly. It had to be a very quick and sneaky affair.

Slowly at first. We couldn't always measure our time together in hours; often we just got minutes. But when we did get time, there were times he liked to start out that way, just a little bit too slow, and he'd tease me along moving not quite in sync until I frankly admitted I was in pain for it and begged him to let me ride, and when I did, he'd lie back and watch me move until I'd stroked to a finish and finished him along with me.

Moving on my own, I discovered an angle to come in at that just drove me crazy—a delicious itchy place deep inside, up near the top somewhere. A feeling of nearly unbearable tightness and suspense. Sometimes when Dennis was holding me bent over by the hips and thrusting into me from behind like the animal he sometimes could be, he found it, but tended to change the angle just a tad too soon…God damn this felt good! I forgot about even fantasy. What I was doing felt good in itself. I pumped and rocked, my thighs tensed, my heels digging into the bed, my head pressed back into the pillow, giving it to myself good. I wished I could show him what I was doing—then he'd really know how to work me! Then suddenly it all started coming together. I strummed a finger on the hard ridge of my clitoris, and over the edge I went.

I felt like I was imploding. I trembled and gasped as my belly muscles tensed and my toes curled almost to the point of cramping. I wanted to shout, to growl and roar like a beast. Maybe I did make some noise; I hardly knew now where I was or what was going on. The world consisted of the part of me convulsing around the cucumber and under my hand.

Spent, I let my head roll to one side, feeling the contractions ebb out of me like distancing rumbles of thunder after a storm. When I did, I looked out the corner of my eye and saw someone standing in the door of my room.

Oh murder. Oh woe. Oh shit!

There not five feet away from me, stood Adam, his mouth open in what would have been a brain-wiped expression except that his eyes were blazing wide, more focused than I'd ever seen them in all his life.

He had a hand gripping his cock through his running shorts, not, I think, out of a desire to participate but because it had dealt him a monstrous betrayal, and he just wanted to keep it under control before it went and did something worse. His nostrils dilated; he took a deep, catching breath, and his throat worked; he'd always had a nose like a hound, and the air between us was heavy and humid with my scent.

Oh, why hadn't I locked the door?

My shock and fear and embarrassment found its most immediate expression in anger.

"You twisted little fuck!" I screamed. "OUT!" And for good measure, I picked up the book and hurled it at him. Emotion spoiled my aim, and I forgot to aim high; instead of hitting him in the head like I'd intended, it struck him in the chest. He let go of himself and caught the book. His dark eyebrows rose halfway up his forehead as he looked at the title. Then he looked at me. I had withdrawn the cucumber and pulled my thighs together. At sight of the cuke, he briefly put his hand over his eyes.

"Jesus!" he said. "I suppose I should be thankful you threw the book at me." Then he said, "Don't you know, you're not supposed to play with your food?"

He turned on his heel to leave the room and ran smack into Mom, who had been there who knew how long. And behind her, Dad, his eyes, not wide with shock, but squinting a little, as if what he was seeing was blasting them. What else could go wrong?

Mom said, "Adam. Mary Alexandra. What is the meaning of this?"

"It was an accident!" came out of us simultaneously, just like in the days when we'd be chasing each other through the house with make-believe swords and lances and a picture fell off the wall.

"An accident," Dad said. "Lord, I'd like to think so. Mary Alexandra, get decent, for Christ's sake. You two go sit out on the porch; your mother and I need to talk."

Even though it was still hot, it now seemed cold—I know I felt that way. We stood out there feeling even more frightened and miserable than we had the day we'd accidentally opened the door to Mrs. Sanderson's stock trailer and the half a dozen shoats had escaped and found their way into the town hall. Or the day that Louise Menoch caught me and her son Luther playing doctor at their house.

Smoking a cigarette seemed like an excellent idea. Mom hated my smoking, and I always had to do it outside, but I was in enough trouble as it was. And I was outside. I lit up a Lucky. I extended the pack to Adam, in case he would have changed his mind about the soothing qualities of nicotine. He hadn't.

"Thanks but no thanks, sis," he said. "I don't think it'll help." 

I had gone through three of them when the door opened and my father came out onto the porch. 

"Your mother will talk to you now," he said. We came into the house. He went into the kitchen and said something to Mom we didn't catch; then, I heard him say, "Don't give them any of that hellfire stuff, Marie. I don't believe in it and I won't have it. I think they've scared each other out of a year's growth, anyway." He went off to replace the tractor part which had occasioned his trip into town.

Mom was waiting for us in the kitchen. She motioned us to sit at either end of the oilcloth-covered table in the middle of the room, while she stood in a position of doom and judgment in front of the stove.

"You say it was an accident," she said. "I'm trying to figure out where the 'accident' part came in. I don't guess it was what you were doing, Mary Alexandra. I guess the accident was you barging into her room, Adam—care to tell me why you didn't do the gentlemanly thing and duck right back out?"

"I forgot." He sat with his head bowed, looking down at his clasped hands in front of him.

"This is a very serious thing that happened today," Mom said. "I just hardly know where to look, but that's nothing compared to your father. He's very upset; why he's left me to talk to you about this. I'm concerned with the state of your souls, but since I haven't been able to make you go to confession or Mass for two years, I'm not going to require you now."

I hated to think of the penances we'd have to do if we did.

"But—here's what you're to do. You're to go through the first five books of the Bible and make note of all the references to your sin—"

"Jesus, Mom!" Adam protested. "I didn't plan to spend my entire leave reading the Bible! It's going to work out to the whole Old Testament. Everybody in the Bible was married to their half-sister—"

I ducked my head to cover a smile. Oh, yes, and Lot.

"I am aware that," Mom said acerbically. "Therefore, the references to Mosaic law will do. You can get started this evening. Son, you get on out of here; Mary Alexandra, I want to talk to you alone."

I gathered I was still in trouble. I hadn't been called Mary Alexandra that many times in a single day since before I'd left for college.

Mom dropped into the chair that Adam had vacated, and sat regarding me silently for a couple of minutes. Her narrow face, which my brother had inherited, was creased with worry and her hazel eyes looked weary and old.

"I've always been proud of the way you looked out for your little brother," she said. "You always tried your best to protect him. I never thought he might need protecting from you."

"I never meant this to happen," I said. "Do you think I meant it to happen?"

"It never did before, has it?"

"No, Mom! Not like that. He—a long while back he, he sort of caught me with—with Dennis. I had to explain to him that Dennis wasn't hurting me…we talked. There were things he needed to know and I told him."

"I wish you'd hurry up and marry Dennis already," Mom said.

"I plan to."

"Don't wait too long. I hope you know how lucky you are that he's after you like he is. Most girls who think they can be a law unto themselves end up having to leave town and go where nobody knows them in order to marry anybody. And that brings me to what I want to say. You must know that your brother isn't exactly like—like other men. I think he'll be able to look after himself, make a living, but it's possible he might not ever marry."

"He needs to get out of Koenigsburg," I said.

"Even then," she said. "Zandra, there's a streak of odd in this family yea wide; and your father seems to think it might have come from—somewhere up the line, family members being too close to each other. I don't know if that's the reason, but why take chances? It's anathema anyway. I've always been worried about the two of you, the way you've always been so close. I know you've got hot blood; you came by it honestly, from both sides. It's another thing we've got; nothing wrong with it, as long as it expresses itself through—proper channels. A lot of parents wouldn't let a daughter be as free as we've let you be, because that's not the thing that your father's worried about. He's afraid that if your brother doesn't find anybody, and he gets too lonely…I know how much you love him; you'll want to help him, and—Zandra, promise me that you two won't ever turn to each other! After today, don't think we won't be looking out, but after your father and I are gone…promise me!"

"Mom! That's never occurred to me, and I don't think it's occurred to him!"

"Promise me."

"I do not believe we are having this conversation! Is anybody else's family having this conversation?"

"Other people's families are not at issue here," Mom said. "Just ours. Is there anything that would prevent you from keeping a promise like this? Is there any reason you would not wish to?"

"Of course not! All right, all right, I promise! God, Mom!"

And that is how I spent much of my semester break and my brother spent his leave. Sometimes we served our sentence sitting at opposite ends of the kitchen table, shooting each other the occasional dirty look. For the next day or two, I felt too unsettled and diminished and abashed to think about sex very much, which was quite unusual for me.

I wanted to talk with him about what had happened, but at the same time I was afraid to. And, in fact what had happened? I thought of the way Mom always referred to him as my little brother, even though he was taller than Gene and Gene was the youngest of all of us. But Gene was more self-sufficient…not vulnerable the way Adam was. I wondered if something about today would end up warping him for life.

There is always stuff to do on a farm, and I swear, it was like they saved scutwork up for us—we could have been doing missionary work in Timbuktu for five years, and when we came back for a visit, besides the daily grind, there were always fence posts to be reset or weeding in the garden or the chicken coop to be cleaned out—always something.

As a matter of fact, a day before Adam was supposed to get on the train to report for his overseas duty, I had to do just that last thing. It needed doing, and Mom swore by chicken litter—she said there was nothing like it for conditioning a garden. After I was through with the stinking, miserable job, I washed my hands at the pump and went into the barn to replace the tools I'd used. While I was in there, I went looking for the pot of hand lotion that we kept as part of the agricultural worker's first line of defense against the sandpaper hands that would announce our station in life and put off our dance partners, and while I saw the Bag Balm in its usual place, the lotion was missing.

I knew where it was—my brother had taken it up into the hayloft. It was something both he and Gene did, at various times, going up into the hayloft to at times to daydream, but more often to jack off. I'd known about that, of course—I'd picked up the info here and there, from books and conversations with friends, and the merest inadvertent sightings of the boys. What I hadn't known was that they used the hand lotion, and I was outraged. My dad laughed for over five minutes, and even my mother, who tried so hard to maintain order and rectitude in the family, could not hide a smile.

"That's disgusting!" I'd yowled. "How am I expected to use this after they've been in it? Get 'em their own!"

That was what Mom and Dad had done, except that the solution did not work perfectly; they were always going and using theirs up or misplacing it somewhere, and then they'd carry off the family supply, just the way they borrowed my eyebrow tweezers to hold tiny parts while putting model airplanes together and Dad took Mom's funnel and used it to pour oil or gasoline into.

It figured, I thought; lubricant for their extracurricular activities was figured into the household budget and I caught hell. 

A devilish smile curved my lips as I very slowly and stealthily mounted the ladder leading up to the hayloft, taking care not to tread in the middle of the third rung, which creaked. At the same time I remembered what my mother had said-- don't think we won't be looking out—and I realized that if I got caught this time I would probably get written out of the family Bible.

But I was reasonably sure they were not looking out right at this time and this was something that had started before the promise had been made.

He owed me this one.

I ghosted up the ladder, feeling like a spirit made of heated air.

Hay is itchy prickly stuff, and I am always amazed when I read about people getting even part-naked and love-wrestling around in it. Over the years, a couple of horse blankets had found their way up there, and because it was hot in the loft, he had stripped down. A shaft of westering, dust-moted light coming in through the upper door lit the planes and angles of his body—wiry, sinewy arms, long, stringy-muscled runner's legs, the wide bony rack of his shoulders, the sharp curves and points of his collarbones, his ribs and fleshless belly. It glimmered on the fairness of his normally unexposed skin and in his body hair, with that iridescence you sometimes saw in dark hair. 

I had seen him working shirtless in the field and I'd seen him in his track suit, but I had not seen him totally naked since he'd been a little boy. He'd changed.

I'd duly made note of what I'd learned from that time with Luther, and I'd had fleeting glimpses of the penises of the men in the family—three of them, in good health, and only one bathroom in the house, how would I not? I'd seen all of them padding to the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning with morning boners, and they'd all presented fairly startling profiles.

God, he was big! There was no way he had any more than Dennis, but he was so much thinner than Dennis that what he had seemed…not quite real. But it was real all right, he had it in the grip of his right fist and I could hear the sound his lubed hand made sliding up and down on the shaft from where I was. His strong, slender neck was extended, his head thrown back; his face was intent, transcendent, the mouth drawn tight in concentration. His eyes were shut; I wondered what he was seeing behind his eyelids. 

I didn't want to know. I watched his face go through the expressions I had seen on it when he doing any kind of hard physical work—every movement of his mouth or his eyebrows; it was almost as fascinating as what he was doing with his hands.

He had been sitting with his legs parted and folded under him, and now he leaned back on his left hand so he could rise with his hips—the better to get that necessary tension in his quadriceps that meant that he gathering himself to finish. It occurred to me that there was beauty in his thin, gold-limned body; his utterly absorbed face, even in the act he was performing. I had read that some pagan faiths believed that the gods had created the stars and the worlds and peopled them this way. I was seeing Adam as no one else might ever see him.

He was handling himself roughly and frantically, his hand almost a blur, his body tensed. It should not have been possible, but I seemed to see all of him and everything at once: the second all coherent thought abandoned his face; as his balls drew up and prepared to release their payload; the pistoning movement of his cock in his fist; the look of agonic bliss as his orgasm caught and took him over.

His first spurts flew incredibly far, into the hay somewhere; the rest fell in pearlescent streams over his hand. It was time for me to get out of Dodge. I was back down the ladder and out of the barn in nothing flat, my mind and body ablaze with what I had seen. I took off running. I've heard of a runner's high. Adam says he has had it. I've also heard, less frequently, of a runner's orgasm. It happened to me, just that one time. It didn't seem to count; it was bound up with the wild tenderness and sense of beauty I'd felt, looking at him. I arrived back at the house, winded. I leaned against one of the posts that held up the porch, listening to the sound of my breathing, still hearing the sound of his, as sharp as blade against stone. My body echoed and clanged. The scent of earth filled me. From within the house, I heard the crackle and tinny music from the radio. Out in the distance, the cows started making their leisurely way home, and my father, out on the tractor, turned it to start coming home, too. And time resumed its normal forward motion around me.

The next day we all took Adam into town to catch the train. He was dressed up in his uniform, looking natty and heroic, with his duffel bag beside him; we waited at the stop behind the general store for the train to come around the bend and puff and screech to a stop. 

We all hugged and kissed him good-bye. Seconds before he stepped aboard, he said to me in a low voice, "I'm sorry I scared you like that, Sis."

"It's all right, Goofy," I said. "I'm sorry I called you a bad name." Then he swung his duffel aboard and climbed in after it. It would be a while before the train took off, but we did not stay around for that. Those running-alongside-the-train farewells work so much better when you have a long platform. Better yet, in the movies.

When I got home and went to my room to change out of the dress Mom had made me put on to go to town in, I saw that my pillow was not as I had left it on my bed. I lifted it up, and there was a half-burnt altar candle, obviously lifted from the sacristy at Our Lady of Sorrows. It had a piece of paper wrapped around it.

"Dear Sis," it read, in my brother's angular handwriting, "Maybe this will keep you out of the garden." I sat down on the bed and laughed until I cried.

The day after that, Dennis came back from Oklahoma, and we made up for all of our lost time.

That all happened more years ago than I care to think about. I married Dennis right out of college and went to work for Dr. Muldaur and eventually took over his practice. Our tribe has increased like Abou Ben Adhem's. Adam failed to justify Mom's worries about him; he married out of college—his wife was knocked up—later was widowed, and married again. I got along fine with both his wives, women with knockout figures and ten times as much education as he deserved. And he has had twice as many kids as either Gene or I, three daughters—one of whom is my favorite niece in the entire world—and a son. The boy was as odd a child as his dad had been; they diagnosed him with some kind of PDD thing and he keeps a team of neuropsychologists, behaviorists, and I don't know what all else, in yacht payments. Adam worked in avionics down in Houston for many years, retired, and now operates a wholesale rose growing business on his share of the land the folks left us.




Quid Pro Quo



Who knows if he remembers that time? It's not something we talk about, even in our family which is kind of infamous for saying exactly what's on our minds. As I said, it was long ago. I probably wouldn't think about it that much, myself, except that every now and again, we will have occasion to dine together, whether at a family gathering in one of our homes, or in a restaurant.

He always picks out and lays aside the cucumber in every salad you set before him. He says it upsets his system.

Author's note: It has been widely accepted in the autism spectrum community that such conditions as Asperger's syndrome, HFA, and other PDDs run in families. However, Adam and Zandra's parents were incorrect in supposing that whatever condition their son might have had was the result of inbreeding further back in their line. That is not to say that incestuous unions would not lock the condition in. In the time in which this story was set, autism spectrum disorders were neither clearly understood nor were they diagnosed. Even a dozen years ago, information about them was not easy to come by. Today, you can type the keyword "Asperger" into a search engine and come up with upwards of two dozen sites dealing with it and related conditions. You could say that autism spectrum people constitute a family of their own. But to assign the word incest to their couplings and breedings would defining the word much too broadly.  



Quid Pro Quo



Jean is a real pistol. She is 50 to my 39 and I suppose she almost looks it. I wouldn't say that she is truly pretty, but she's a ball of fire and has that infinite capacity for enjoying the situation, whatever it is.

She is tall, about 5'9" or so and about 135 or 140, but still diminutive compared to my 6'4" and 245 lbs. Aside from her personality, which is wonderful, her best features are her breasts. They are almost a D cup and sit full on her chest with just a slight sag that I don't mind at all.

They also have dark pink aureoles with thick nipples that stand out hard as rocks almost an inch when excited, which seems to be most of the time, thank God. Best of all she love to have them sucked and nibbled and so forth as much as I like to suck them. Attitude is everything.

She called me this afternoon and said, "Are you gonna be around tonight?"

I replied, "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

She was obviously calling from work and covering her mouth as she spoke and said, "Sucking your big, lovely, hard cock, licking your balls, taking them in my..."

"OK. OK. I get the message loud and clear. Let's stop talking about it and get going!", I said with a bit of catch in my breath.

She sort of giggled and said, "I get off in 15 minutes and I'll be right over."

I said, "You finish work in 15 minutes and you'll get off as soon as you get over here."

"Hmmmm. Just fine by me. Boy am I wet and ready. I'll see you soon," she said.

She probably is too. I believe Jean has the wettest pussy I have ever had the good fortune to eat. When she gets hot (this takes no effort), her cream will run right down her thighs.

I love this type of attitude. I have had the tremendous good fortune to have met a few wonderful women who seem to think I'm a hell of a guy and we see each other as "needed". No strings, other than a genuine affection on my part at least (and theirs for me too, I'm sure), but rather just fun and frolic, mostly spelled s.e.x.

Jean is a perfect example. She is no spring chicken, but she loves to screw plain and simple. She makes no bones about it and no apologies for it. I'm sure her Mom wouldn't approve, but she couldn't care less.

When she arrived I pulled her in the door and started kissing her. Jean has a large mouth and a most active tongue, which she was using to wage a tongue battle between her mouth and mine. In addition, being a true multi-tasker she was rubbing those gorgeous tits against my chest and had locked her legs around my right thigh. She was grinding her pussy against my hard muscled leg.

After 30 seconds or so of this, I pulled back a bit and looked her in the eyes.

"Phewww. Hoboy," I said somewhat breathlessly. "You sure know how to make me feel glad that you're here!" 

As I kicked the front door closed, I couldn't help noticing that Mrs. Branch, my neighbor across the way was watching our behavior closely. As the door closed she arched an eyebrow and smiled sardonically. Hmmm. A new possibility, perhaps? Well back to the person at hand.

I took Jean's coat and got her a drink which she started on while looking at a new painting that I had just acquired. I took a couple of sips of my Jack and water, set it down and sidled up behind her.

Like many women, Jean loves to have her neck kissed, so I put my arms around her under her breasts and began kissing her on the neck and into her shoulder at the collar of her blouse.

She moaned, "Ooooooh. So good," and took my hands with hers and placed them on her tits. "Feel," she whispered.

I was only to glad to cup those beautiful tits, feeling the nipples go hard and pointy against my palms. As I gently squeezed them and lifted them and continued to lick the juncture of her neck and shoulder she rubbed her ass back into my cock.

Now I'm not John Henry the steel drivin' man, but I do have eight inches of hard, smooth cock with a relatively big head on it. Right now that cock was drooling precum into my gym shorts and I was loosing perspective fast.

I unbuttoned her blouse, undid the front catch on her bra and raised the cups out of my way. Oh, the sensation of those heavy full tits in my hands as I squeezed her nipples with thumb and forefinger was just inflaming me and apparently her, too. Whatever gentle, romantic approach I may have had in mind went completely out the window.

I pushed her head down and she bent over and put her hands down on the coffee table in front of her. I reached down, pulled up her business attire type skirt till it was up over her hips. Then I pulled down her panties until I got them off one foot. This allowed her to spread her legs and me to cup that soaking wet furry pussy with my hand. I gently rubbed her clit, which soaked my fingers with her juices. I slid my fingers back and forth across each other feeling the hot slippery wetness. It was making me crazy and I started rubbing her again.

"Oh Christ, yessss!" she moaned. "Don't even think about stopping. I can't believe it, but I'm almost there already," she rasped.

Still tweaking her nipple with my left hand, I reached for my cock and rubbed it up and down across her cunt hole and her clit, wetting it down and inspiring a small shriek from her.

Then without further ceremony, I plunged my cock all the way into her warm clasping cunt. It was so hot and tight.

I groaned and she screamed, "Oh yes. Fuck me now, fuck me hard."

I started ramming her with full strokes, all the way out till just the head was in her hot depths, then plunging all the way in until our flesh slapped together in a sound as old as mankind. There was no finesse here, just two people whose anticipation allowed for little foreplay this time.

She kept thrusting her hips back at me as we fucked and I once again returned my hands to her tits, squeezing and pulling on them and pinching the nipples.

That was all it took for this time. She screamed out, "Cumminnnnng, oh fuck, I'm cumming," and she wildly gyrated her ass into me.

I continued to pound as her orgasm started to pass and mine was approaching. Then I slid one hand down to her clit and began gently rubbing it as we fucked.

A ripple went through her as she immediately started to orgasm again and was now constantly gutturally grunting, "hunh, hunh, hunh" in time to our thrusting.

Her cunt tightened down on my cock and I was lost. I could feel the cum start from my balls and almost explode out of my cock into her hot, wet cunt. I spasmed again and yet again and again into that lovely hole as she groaned out her orgasm too.

We both collapsed on the couch and I pulled her head and shoulders over to my shoulder and held her for a few moments. She just smiled dreamily with her eyes closed.

"That was undoubtedly the high point of my month," she said. "You were wonderful."

"We were wonderful," I agreed holding her closer and stroking her hair with the one hand and gently thumbing a nipple with the other.

At this she looked down to see my cock lying at half mast across my leg. It was glistening with a combination of her sweet juices and my milky cum. My pubic hair was matted with it as were my balls.

"Oooooh. What a glorious mess," she said. "Let Mama make it all better."

She scooted down and took my cock in her hand and began licking and sucking it to remove our cum mixture. Then she licked her hand where she had been holding my slippery cock. As I watched and moaned at the sensations and the sights, she licked the cum out of my pubic hair and began to take my balls into her mouth to clean them. A short while (too short perhaps?) later she looked up at me and ran her tongue once more around her lips, cleaning off the last traces of our juices.

"Absolutely yummy. I can't wait for more," she sighed.

I noticed that she was holding her legs tightly together, no doubt to hold back the flood from staining the couch.

'Quid pro quo,' I thought as I slid down her body. I stopped for a moment and licked those incredible nipples and then down her belly to her navel. I dipped my tongue in there first and then proceeded down further.

I cupped my hands under her ass cheeks after pressing her legs up and out. She was a mess. Her soft pubic hair was matted and soaked with a mixture of our juices. As I watched, some clear juice followed by some slick white cum slid out of her still gaping fuck hole and started to slowly move down toward the brownish pink pucker of her anus.

"Oooooh. What a glorious mess," I said. "Let Papa make it all better."

With this I lowered my head and tried my first cream pie. First I licked the glob of cum up by running my tongue up from her anus to her cunt.

She looked almost aghast at me and moaned, "What are you doing to me? That is so nasty and hot and I want more," as she began rolling her hips with the thought and the sensation of her lover cleaning her pussy after depositing 3 or 4 tablespoons of cum there. 

I continued to lick through the fine hair until I had cleaned up the outside of her pussy.

I chuckled and said, "I've only just begun. I still have to clean *inside* of this gorgeous slit."

And I was as good as my word. I pulled up on her ass cheeks and stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go. I could feel the slick viscous fluid there, both hers and mine, but mostly tasting the sharp salty tang of my cum in her. Gods this was turning me on. I had never thought of doing this, but I was enjoying it and it was heating us both up again.

I continued to lick her cunt slit and then I fastened my lips around the hole and sucked gently, getting a good mouthful of our cum. 

She grabbed my head with her hands and thighs and squealed, "Yess, yess, yessss. Oh, more, more, more," as she ground her pussy into my mouth. 

In just a few seconds more she gasped out, "Again, oh not again. I can't stand it," as she writhed in another orgasm.

I continued to lick at the gush of fluid that came from that torrid slot until it subsided. Then I just gently flicked my tongue at her clit.

"No more, no more," she cried out. 

I worked my way back up her body to again put my arms around her. She looked up and me and then began licking my lips and chin and cleaning off the rest and residue of our joining. The she kissed me full on the mouth and pressed her tongue into me to share what was left of a mind blowing interlude.

We were both bushed (no pun intended) and fell asleep shortly.

We must have slept for awhile. I'm not sure how long. What I became aware of was a hot warmth on my balls. I swam up into full or mostly full alertness and looked down at my groin to find Jean kneeling between my extended legs and gently licking my balls while she held my half erect cock in her hand.

I smiled down at her and said, "What're you doing down there? Let me play too."

To which she responded, "Nope. This is all for you. I've never had anyone treat me so well or make me feel so alive and exciting. I just want you to lay back and let me do something for you."

Now my mom "didn't raise no idiots" so I pulled a pillow up under my head so I could watch what she was doing. She kept looking up at me salaciously as she licked the underside of my cock from my balls to the head. 

She put a pillow under my butt and said, "Lover, I'm gonna get a load from you that I can taste all by itself. Enjoy."

With this she held up my hard eight inches and slid the head into her mouth and slid her hot wet lips up and down on my prick. As she pulled up on it, she tightened her lips until they came up to the edge of the head. Then she licked the crown and stuck her tongue into the slit at the top.

I was in heaven and on fire. "Suck on me you gorgeous slut. Your mouth and tongue are like a hot glove. Suck it, suck it."

Her mouth continued to ride up and down my cock and she began using just the tips of her fingernails to gently scratch the bottoms of my balls. It was incredible. I groaned and moaned and she continued sucking me for a bit longer.

Soon she took my cock in her hand and was jacking it slowly as she licked down to my ball sack. She licked it and teased it and took my balls in her mouth one at a time and sucked them and licked them.

I was beside myself with heat and flashes of sheer pleasure. Then she raised my balls up and gently licked the bit of skin between there and my anus.

"Ohhhh yesss," I moaned. "Soooo goooood." I pulled my legs up and started wiggling my hips, hoping for more of the divine contact.

Jean did not hold back. Her wet tongue flickered down and touched gently across the pucker of my anus. She did this a couple of times and then drove her tongue into the pucker.

I just screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

She continued jerking my prick as her tongue bored into my asshole. I just shook with the sheer pleasure of it. Then I felt her tongue lick up across my balls, stopping to suck each of them. She put her middle finger in her mouth and wet it well with her saliva. As she took my cock in her mouth and her lips slid down my length, she pushed her finger into my asshole.

Now her head was bobbing up and down, with one hand jerking my cock and her finger was plunging into my ass, massaging my prostate and making me see stars. This couldn't last.

"Ohhh, Jean. I'm cumming in your nasty mouth," I yelled.

I felt a vibration on my cock as she grunted, "Ummm. Hmmmm."

I have never come so hard, before or since. I unloaded a huge load of cum in her mouth. She kept sucking and sucking until I finally softened. Then she looked up at me and opened her mouth. I saw the pool of pearly white cum in her mouth as she ran her tongue around her lips.

Then she swallowed. I just groaned. There was a small trail of excess cum on either side of her mouth. I licked them onto her lips and kissed her deeply, tasting my cum and feeling every bit of her marvelous mouth. In this entwined condition, I just plain passed out.

Author's note:

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Quid Pro Quo



It was a simple idea. There was a woman off one of my favorite forums that loved to toy with the idea of bondage and the like. Even though she lived across the state from where my wife and I lived, we had never met before. She was hell bent however on allowing me the chance to try some light bondage on her. In return, she was dead set on initiating my wife into the sisterhood of Bisexuality. Perhaps some background would explain it....

I am your average thirty four year old married guy and in the last ten years, I have had the opportunity to learn various things about the BDSM lifestyle. Although it was hard to get my loving wife of twelve years into it, soon she too was going knee deep into it. My wife is a very curvy thirty years old, the Goddess blessed her with very wide hips and a wonderful set of breasts. Just recently, she had her nipples pierced with barbells and it had really added to their sensitivity. I love the way she wears her shirts without a bra and she winces every time the shirt rubs over her erect nipples.

My wife was also Bi-curious.

For as long as she could remember, she was a big fan of girl watching almost as much as I was. She would love to tell me how tight a woman's ass was as they passed by or how she would want to motorboat a woman's chest just to see my reaction. Yet in all her curiosity, she had never had the chance to live out her desires. It wasn't as if she would willingly stray on me with another woman, but she was unsure if another woman would be willing to lick her pussy or allow her to perform the same.

As my Instant Messenger friend Dee and I were discussing whether she should get her own nipples pierced, this whole idea came up. I would love to say that Dee is a sexy cyber partner of mine, but alas we never cybered, in fact, except for asking each other questions we were pretty much just cyber buddies. Dee lived on the other side of the Cascade Mountains from us, almost a six hour trip. Before, we never talked about meeting just because of the trip time and the price of gas, so when Dee suggested that I bring my wife Bridget to a central place for lunch, I was floored. Bridget had always wanted to meet some of my cyber friends and since she was not as introverted as she used to be, she wanted to show off her new piercings. So we made plans to meet in a small town about three hours away from each of us.

During the rest of the week preceding the trip, Dee and I were on IM every night talking like normal. However, she would pepper our conversations with ideas about how I could bring my leather cuffs or how she could be tied down while my wife ate her out. This wasn't the same Dee I usually talked to, but I figured our relationship online told her enough about me that she felt comfortable confiding in me about her ideas. The packing of my bags didn't help either when I saw my wife bringing her largest dildo and her clit stimulator. She also brought up bringing our cuffs and our rope kit as well as our blindfold. In Bridget's eyes, we were going to have fun after we met Dee.

The drive over had Bridget sleeping in the passenger seat while she wore her white Jenna Jameson half shirt and her tennis skirt with no panties as I have requested. My attire was simply a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. As we neared the hotel where I made reservations, I saw Dee for the first time. Dee's hair was in a ponytail and she wore a white tank top that barely covered her breasts. Her blue jeans sat low on a pair of gorgeous hips with her open toed shoes showing off her pedicured pink toenails. After we pulled up and I got out of the car, she ran up to me and gave me the biggest of hugs. I felt her nipples through her top and noticed how hard they were already. She stood back and gave me the once over before smiling and turning to my wife. I introduced them and as Bridget attempted a handshake Dee grabbed her and hugged her tightly. The girls waited outside while I went and checked in with my credit card, once all was set I walked back outside to see them chatting like old sorority sisters.

As I opened the trunk and grabbed the bags, I saw Dee walking away and grabbing her bag from her car. When I asked if she had her room yet, she simply responded that since we were talking about body piercing and all that stuff she figured we would all room together. Inside my pants, my cock was excited. I looked at Bridget and noticed the look on her face was more puzzled than anything else. As we saw the room, we noticed one king sized bed and little else. I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom while I tried to figure out what to do. As I walked out, I noticed that Bridget already started pulling out the leather cuffs and ropes out to show Dee. It was almost like Bridget was putting on a clinic about basic bondage gear and Dee was eating it up.

Speaking of eating, I suggested that I go to the local supermarket to pick up some sandwich stuff and the girls agreed in unison. I quickly excused myself and went down the elevator to the front desk to discover where the market was. As I was about to go out the front door, I remembered that I left my wallet back in the room. Not thinking anything different, I went back upstairs and put my key in the lock, as the door opened, I was treated to the sight of my wife's shirt above her naked breasts and Dee's mouth attached to one of them. The sight was both a shock and a massive turn on at the same time. I edged closer, and watched as Dee continued to suckle on Bridget's breast while Bridget finished removing her shirt. She looked at me almost as if to ask what did I think was going to happen. She pointed towards the chair in the corner and I sat down watching as Bridget held her hand on Dee's head and pushed it into her breasts harder.

Dee's response after Bridget letting her go was to lean back and untie her tank top from behind her head. I saw Dee's beautiful breasts for the first time and was amazed she wanted to get them pierced. They were tear dropped shaped and partially hidden by her black hair cascading down, but were capped by the most gorgeous nipples I had seen. I looked over and saw my wife's breasts with the purple barbells showing on either side of the erect nipple and thought they were almost twins. Dee then reached down and undid her jeans to reveal her gorgeous ass to my sight, she was void of panties and was already soaking wet. Bridget then pushed her back on the bed and proceeded to bury her head between Dee's legs. As a man, I thought she would immediately plunge her tongue inside her pussy and proceed to fuck her with it, but I saw Bridget was taking her time to lick on Dee's inner thigh before just pressing her tongue against Dee's shaven pussy lips. Dee began squirming as Bridget kept her ministrations on her while Dee pulled on her nipples and moaned loudly.

I sat there with my jeans tightening around my cock, standing long enough to pull my t-shirt off and strip off my pants. As I was almost back in the chair, I heard my wife tell me that Dee needs some dick inside her mouth, I took the cue and crawled on the bed. Before I had a chance to do anything, Dee had her hand on my cock and was pulling it towards her mouth. It had been a number of years since anyone but my wife had touched my cock. The excitement already had precum leaking from the tip where Dee was licking with her tongue. It was then I heard Bridget tell me to fuck her mouth. She coerced Dee into moving so her head hung over the edge of the bed so I could give the naughty minx a face fucking. Her throat was very tight massaging my shaft as I slid in and out while I watched my wife's tongue fucking Dee. Dee's hips began to thrust towards Bridget as I felt my dick hardening more.

I pulled out and watched as Bridget took the leather cuffs and cuffed Dee's hands behind her back. She flipped Dee onto her knees, and motioned for me to get behind her. Bridget took Dee by her hair and pushed her head against Bridget's shaven pussy. As Dee began to lick her, I plunged my dick inside her and began to marvel about how tight and wet her pussy was. My hands found their way to her hips and I started pounding inside her faster as I watched my wife lean her head back. I watched Dee's expert tongue doing things to my wife's pussy I never saw before.

I was debating on whether to cum inside Dee or not, Dee made the decision for me by pushing herself back so I couldn't pull out before I emptied myself inside her. As she flipped over onto her back, my wife was there plunging her tongue deep inside Dee to clean her out. I fell back onto the bed and watched as the girls began to share my seed between them before I reached over and uncuffed Dee. I was also looking forward to a very memorable weekend.



Quid Pro Quo



After seeing it was my sister calling I almost turned off my phone. I knew she wanted to talk about our mother who was very sick. We've been trying to get her here from our country for weeks now. My sister was sure that the doctors here could cure her but we haven't been able to secure a visa because our country refused to allow the request. I didn't want to listen to her cry and beg me to help because I didn't know what I could do about it, yet in the end, I did what a big brother should do and answered. 

"Dear brother, thank god you answered for I have good news. I talked again to the counselor at the embassy here in town. He told me if we could bring him ten-thousand dollars he would OK mother's visa."

I asked her where she thought we could raise that kind of money, she said that her and her husband had saved over seven-thousand for a house and if I could just come up with, three we would have it. I did still have two-thousand of my student loan of course; it was meant to go to tuition. I also had my ten-year-old car that maybe if I was lucky I could get a thousand for but that would be every dime I had to my name. What could I do, even if the doctors could not help our mother we had to try.

It turned out I could only get seven hundred for my car, so I sold my text books and borrowed some from my roommate and we came up with the ten-thou. I took it in cash to the embassy but the counselor refused to see me, saying I should call and make an appointment. When I went home and called, he said he would come to my house to meet with me and this was when I understood he just didn't want anybody else see me give him his bribe. He came to my house, took the money without counting it, and said we should be getting her visa within two weeks.

Two weeks came and went, then two months came and went and still no word. My sister kept calling but the counselor would not take her call. At her insistence, I tried and got in to him the first time. You cannot believe my shock and dismay when he informed me I needed an additional ten-thousand dollars to secure a visa for my ailing mother.

"But that's impossible; we gave you all of the money we had. I sold my car, I borrowed from my friends, and I mean I have no way to raise any more cash."

He told me that was a shame and rudely hung up the phone. I can't begin to tell you how much despair this brought me and I was at the lowest point of my life. My sister was hysterical when I told her; my life was in ruins with no tuition money and no car and my mother still sick and stranded in our homeland. Little did I know my life would get much lower in the days to come. 

A few days later, I woke up to hear a knocking on my door. Thinking it was my roommate without his key I stumbled out to open the door dressed only in my boxers. It was not my roommate but the counselor; I apologized for my attire and then excused myself to go put on my robe. I went to my room and then noticed the man had followed me.

"I came to ask how desperate you are to get your mother's visa."

I told him that I was afraid my mother would die if we didn't get her to a doctor in this country. I said I would do anything to achieve this goal.

"Would you be willing to allow a lonely man some liberties with you?"

I was confused and started to ask just what he was talking about, but the question went unasked as he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I was too much in shock to resist and that only encouraged him as he forced his tongue in my mouth. I finally pulled away, my head spinning as the realization of what he expected of me dawned on me. 

"But, sir I've never none this sort of thing, I, I know nothing of it. Please I..."

He cut me off with another kiss and then another, he sat me on the bed,

"I am offering you a way to get your mother here, I am not forcing you, and you will be giving yourself to me of your own freewill. You do this for me and I will do that for you, a Quid Pro Quo" 

What could I do? I was helpless, and I could see no other way to help my mother. I said nothing but merely nodded my head. He smiled an evil smile, then opened his trousers and let them drop to the floor. No words were exchanged as he pointed to the floor. I surrendered and meekly got down on my knees in front of him, humiliated by the feeling of helplessness. I reached inside his silk boxers to grasp my first penis other than my own. I felt it grow firm in my hand and it was a strangely erotic sensation. I released him to pull his underwear down to expose him, and then he took his member in his hand presenting it to my lips. I was now past the point of no return so I meekly opened my mouth awaiting my first taste of cock. I glanced up to see a look of lust in his eyes as he grabbed me by the hair to begin his assault. He fucked my mouth like a wild man until he started his climax. His first shot went down my throat and I remember thinking 'that wasn't so bad'. His next spasm was in my mouth as he was pulling himself out, I almost gagged and then he was free and the next two ropes of sperm were in my face. Still holding me by hair, he turned my head up to look in my eyes and as I felt his filthy slime slide down my face, I saw his mouth turn into an evil grin.

On my knees in front of my molester, I felt thoroughly abused and debased and yet through my shame I kept thinking that I was all right and now at least my mother would get the medical care she needed. When I asked when I would get the visa, he laughed,

"This was merely an audition, next week you will be my treat at a soirée I will be attending, and if you can perform to my satisfaction, only then you will get what you want."

Once again, he put his cock in my face expecting me to clean it for him, next he just pulled up his pants and left.

The next day my sister called, her despair hurt me so much it was then I knew I was doing what had to be done. I told her not to worry I had a plan but that I couldn't explain it to her at that time. How could I tell my sister I was to become an unpaid male prostitute even if it was to save my mother, so I told her nothing. It was a week of hell, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep as I couldn't kept my upcoming night of unwanted debauchery out of my thoughts. I was soon to find out my worst nightmares were nothing compared to what I was to go through.

He picked me up just before midnight, dressed regally in a dinner jacket and I was wearing what all the peasants wore back in my country. When we arrived, I noticed a few other young men dressed as I and assumed we would be the evening's entertainment. We 'peasants' were shown our places at the dinner table, or should I say under the table, as we were to pleasure our escorts as they dined. As he feasted on lamb and other such delicacies, I was fed a diet of his cock plus the added cleaning of his fingers that he would stick in my mouth. 

After dinner, we peasants were lined up in front of a visiting prince from our country. We were commanded to undress for his inspection and inspect us is exactly what he did. When he got to me, he grabbed my testicles squeezing them hard and I grimaced in pain. This brought a smile to his lips and his nod meant I was to go with him. My escort came up behind me and whispered in my ear,

"What you seek depends on how happy His Majesty is with you."

I now understood that at any cost, I had to please him and I went with him determined to do just that. The Prince had a huge cock and he used me with it brutally. I started on my knees with his monster down my throat gagging as it felt as if it was in my stomach. With his balls against my chin and my face buried in his pubes, he grabbed my hair in one hand to hold me in place and then he held my nose with the other. I was trapped with back of my head against the bed I could not move and I could not breathe as I chocked on his cock. I looked up to him with a desperate pleading look in my eyes and this only turned him on more. 

I must have passed out for I awoke to find myself strapped to the bed on my arms and knees with my bum hanging off the end of the bed. My throat burned from the savaging it had taken and in a hoarse voice I pleaded with him to please be gentle, as I had never had anal before. This only made him laugh as he prepared for is assault on my rectum. I cried out in pain as he forced himself upon me and the only way I could console myself was by thinking of my mother. I would go through this for her and once she was here and well I could laugh at this night of terror.

They allowed me to leave sometime after dawn with only my peasant garb and cab fare home but I had my visa and that made me happy. I was covered in sweat and the Prince's semen but I didn't care because somehow I had survived my tormentors. Once home even before I showered my sins away I called my sister to tell her the good news. She answered sobbing and I told her not to cry anymore as I had at last secured the visa. 

"Oh dear brother you are too late I just got the call our mother passed away late last night."



Quid Pro Quo



She was angry. Loudly not talking to him in the way women did, slamming doors and stomping her sensible heels on the hardwood floor. So he'd flirted a little, it was what he did. She knew that when she married him ten years ago.

She looked fantastic. Not that he could tell her now—she'd think he was sucking up. Her dress was hooker red, slinky and wrapped around her tighter than anything she usually wore. The edge of anger that accompanied her outfit only made her hotter in his opinion.

"Do you do it deliberately?' 

Aaah, she was finally speaking.

"What's that honey?"

"Do you deliberately flirt in front of me?"

"Sweetheart I didn't even talk to her. She talked to me.'

"Right. After you looked at her in that aren't you a gorgeous piece of ass way."

The gas station attendant was a gorgeous piece of ass, but she held nothing to his wife in full fury mode. Her pouty mouth curled in a snarl, eyes flashing, chest heaving. Man, he wanted to fuck her hard. It was their monthly date night, the kids had just been picked up by grandma for a sleepover and their dinner reservations weren't for an hour. So maybe, just maybe...

"You can wipe that look off your face buddy. No way, no how are you getting a piece of this fine ass tonight."

OK, so maybe not.

"Maybe if you were wearing a wedding ring..." The rest of the argument disappeared down the hall with her as she stormed away. Not that he needed to hear it, he could repeat it in his sleep having heard it so many times over the last ten years. It wasn't as if he didn't wear a ring so he could pick up. He might flirt but he never, never cheated. He couldn't wear the ring, not safely, not with the tools he used on a daily basis. Sure, he could probably put it on when not at work but, Jesus; he was a man. He didn't think about frickin' jewelry. Truth be told he wasn't even sure he knew where the ring was, maybe in his toolbox? No way was he telling her that, not if he wanted sex again this decade.

He was wondering whether date night was a complete goner when she finally reappeared from the bedroom. He turned off ESPN and put the remote back on the coffee table. He hadn't really looked at her—too busy finding his keys and getting his jacket—so when he opened the door for her and got a good look he cursed, "Jesus Fucking Christ!"

She was still wearing the red number but it was now open all the way to her waist, a red and black lace up corset underneath. The corset cinched her waist and squeezed her breasts up into luscious mounds. Her hips seemed rounder, ripe and full. The unruly curly hair she normally pinned back into a neat bun was now big and loose and her lips were as shiny hooker red as the dress.

Those red lips pursed in a pout as she looked at him and loudly tapped her foot. He looked down at the tapping, the shoes had been changed too. No nice sensible black pumps, they were come fuck me heels, with black ribbons that laced up her beautiful calves.

She arched a brow and said, "Problem Jack?"

No, no problem at all, other than fact that if he didn't adjust his rapidly stiffening cock right now his balls would be strangled. 

He shook his head and watched her ass as she walked through the door. Now was the time to shut his mouth and pray she'd forget she was angry so he could please, please get a piece of that fine ass.

Oddly when he got to the car she was in the drivers seat. He normally drove, but in the spirit of not getting in further trouble he got in the passenger side and said absolutely nothing. When she took the wrong turn to the restaurant he still said nothing, thinking that she'd eventually work it out and maybe he'd score some points for not raggin' on her about it. 

She actually spun the tires when she pulled into the lot of The Hardball Bar. One of their old haunts, pre kids, pre marriage.

"Aah Cass, honey. We have reservations."

"Fuck the reservations." 

Cassandra didn't normally curse. Didn't dress like that and didn't curse. Something was definitely going on. She didn't give him a chance to ask. She was out of the car and across the parking lot before he had his door closed. 

The Hardball hadn't changed much in the decade since they'd been regulars. Dim lit, bare concrete floor, caged stage with a hard rock band playing at ear splitting level. Cass stood out like a rose amongst the thorns in her slinky red dress. Most of the other women were in jeans, barely there skirts and cut off shorts. Cass didn't speak to him, just made her way to the bar and ordered a long neck Mexican beer—nothing for him. Hips swaying she strut over to a table and sat down on a stool propped her leg on the footrest of the table and flashed a gorgeous expanse of leg. She ignored him and drank straight from the bottle. Red lips pursed around the clear frosted glass. His dick jumped as her tongue poked in the end and licked at the wedge of lime stuck in the top. Lost in a fog of lust it wasn't until she stroked a hand down the bottle that he realized. 

She wasn't wearing her wedding ring.

It was a gut punch. The emotion that hit him as his wife, hot as sin, sat there without his ring.

"Cassandra, honey, where's your ring?"

Whiskey colored eyes flashed at him with wicked fury, "Why Jack? Don't you trust me?" She was quoting him back one of his own lines. "Do I need a mark for you to know that I'm yours?"

And another.

He slumped down in the seat next to her, touched her arm but she turned away. He'd never seen her so angry. "Honey, what do you want me to do?"

"Get me another drink."

He didn't argue. As he made his way through the slowly building crowd he decided he wouldn't argue, not just because he wanted her but because he probably deserved whatever she wanted to dish out. He was a terrible flirt, for years she'd complained about it, begged him to stop, but he never had. She thought it was because of the other women, that he somehow needed more than her, but she was wrong. She was the reason. He'd never told her that when she wasn't there, he didn't flirt. It was her reaction he craved, not the attention of the other women. Her fury, her jealousy, he loved it; it turned him on like nothing else. 

And now he was paying the price for his sins—for all the years of making her jealous. He ordered two beers, deciding to drink the same as her in a pissweak show of solidarity. 

Returning to the table he found her flirting with a couple of guys. Frat boys from the nearest college—ten years younger than her but they didn't care. They obviously knew a good thing when they saw it. One had his hand flat on the table, leaning into her, barely an inch from his wife's mouth. He shouldered the boy away and placed the beer in front of his wife. She barely looked at him, keeping her eyes on the blond Frat boy.

"Thanks Jack," she said and took a long sip of her drink. Jack watched the pull of the muscles in her throat as she swallowed. He said nothing, sat down beside her and waited. Waited for his wife to tell them they were wasting their time, to tell them she was married. 

She didn't.

Instead she laughed, leaned into them, shook her mane of hair and stroked a finger along her collar bone drawing attention to her luscious cleavage. Flirted. It was championship flirting, she had them eating out of her hand.

It simmered in his gut—jealousy. Lay there like a pool of heat. Not alone though, there were layers. More, so much more. Lust. Anger. Longing. Need. 

Desire. 

A wanting that clinched him like a vice.

The blond one took his wife's hand and led her out to the dance floor. Silent he watched, downing another beer. The other one followed. He was dark, his head shaven completely bare, shining under the flashing lights. She danced between them, sinuous movement. Lithe and supple she rolled her hips and held her arms above her head. Her mouth open, eyes closed, she looked like sex. The blonde one was at her front, grinding his pelvis into her, pushing her back into the tall dark student who had his hands on her hips. 

In his head he could see her, naked between them. Taken by them both, thrusting into her as she cried out. It exploded in him. The need the desperate need to see it. To watch her. 

She came back to the table alone. Leaned into him, her scent tainted by the smell of them—young male heat. "Like that Jack? A little quid pro quo flirting? Do you like that?"

He didn't answer. Took the back of her head and brought it down to his mouth. Teeth, tongue, lips, he bit, licked sucked. Took. Took her mouth. Melting into him, she plastered her breasts to his chest. At some point he'd stood. Now he had her backed up against the table. His hands went to her hips pulled her up to sit spread legged on the bar table. Wedged between her succulent wet heat he ground his hard cock, "Yes. Yes. I like it. I fucking love it."

"Tell me. Tell me," she panted against his mouth.

He rested his forehead against hers, closed his eyes and let it out. Let out the need that he hadn't even known was fermenting inside him, "I want to see them fuck you. I want to watch, watch them take you. Watch you. Watch you come with another man."

He feared opening his eyes—dreading her reaction. Would she hate him? Reject him? He felt her warm soft hands at his cheeks, "Jack. Babe, look at me."

He opened his eyes. What he saw there seized him, seized his gut with lust. She was looking up at him, eyes glazed, mouth open. He knew that look. She was turned on. Turned on by his words.

"Me too," she whispered and he took her mouth again.

When they finally pulled apart she held his face and said, "Not them though. I don't want boys. I want a man."

"You choose."

She nodded.

"You want to do this? You really want to do this?" Jack looked at his wife with an intensity that he hadn't felt for years. She smiled with slick red lips swollen from his kisses and said, "Yes Jack. I want this." She pulled his hand between her legs, right there in the bar and pushed his fingers under dress into her panties. She was wet, juicy and hot, swollen and slippery. She pushed his hand away, brought it up to her mouth and kissed the palm, flicking her tongue against the sensitive skin. 

She left him at the table, moved like a woman in heat. Eyes snapped up all over the bar to watch her, unable to look away. She leaned against the bar and they came one by one. Three tried, three failed but the fourth she let stay. He watched her talk and laugh, toss her hair and smile. And then, then he watched her kiss him. Another man, a stranger holding his wife, kissing her, backing her up against the bar and grinding his hips into hers.

He throbbed, from head to toe. He was one pulse of heat. Skin tight, mouth dry never had he felt such all consuming need. She looked over the stranger's shoulder at him. A question in her eyes as she ran her hands down to cup the stranger's butt. Jack met her eyes and nodded. She nodded back at him. 

Jack saw her talk to the stranger, his head close, his hands gripped around his wife's waist. They both looked out back to a door just behind the bar area and then he saw Cassandra nod. The stranger took his wife's hand and started to lead her through the crowd; she looked back over her shoulder and smiled when she saw Jack following. 

Jack caught the door just before it closed, held it for a moment to make sure that he wouldn't be seen and then followed them through. He could hear them up in front of him, the stranger was leading her into caged storage area. Rows of boxes and stacks of wooden boxes lined the floor. Jack slipped inside the cage as they were busy kissing. He positioned himself behind a stack of cartons that hid him, but still allowed him to see his wife.

He looked out to find her on her knees. On her knees on the bare concrete floor her head at the stranger's crotch. She'd unfastened his fly and had her hand in his jeans. Jack sucked in a shocked breath as he saw her pull out that red tipped hard cock and guide it to her mouth. She hummed in pleasure as she sucked. The stranger groaned, threaded his fingers through his wife's mane of hair and let his head fall back. He watched her head bob up and down on that spit slick shaft and he had to touch himself. His cock sprang out, hot and sticky. His hand moved easily, lubricated by the copious pre-cum that just seeing his wife go with the stranger had created. He stroked the slit in slow circles as he watched his beautiful sexy Cass draw out the stranger's blow job.

The stranger groaned out praise, "Fuck yes. Fuck you're good at this. Suck it. Suck my cock. Yes."

Cass held the stranger by the root of his cock, slowly drawing her mouth up and down on his shaft. 

"Best. Best ever!" Jack heard the stranger cry out.

It was. It was the best blow job he had ever seen. Cass had hiked up her skirt, leaning forward on her knees and pushing her butt out. Jack bit his lip to hold back a groan as he watched her slip a finger in her panties and begin to stroke her clit.

The stranger noticed too and it seemed to be too much for him, "Yeah. Yeah!" he cried out, "Finger that pussy. Yeah, gonna come. Gonna come!"

She held fast to his cock. Hand gripping the end, mouth sucking hard. The stranger cried out, jerked his hips and then he saw her swallow, the muscles of her long beautiful neck work as she drank down his cum. Jack too almost came. He had to squeeze his cock hard almost to the point of pain to stop himself.

Cass sat back on her bottom as she watched the stranger button up his fly. When he was all buttoned up he crouched down to kiss her and Jack heard him say, "Are you sure that's it?"

She smiled and said, "Yes. Let yourself out. I want to straighten up a bit. I'll be out soon."

The stranger walked straight past Jack's hiding place, too come drunk to even notice him. When he heard the door click shut Jack came out. She was still on the floor. Without a word he lifted her, grabbing roughly under her arms to bring her up on the nearest palette of boxes. His mouth came down hard, tasting the stranger's cum on her tongue. He pushed apart her thighs and with rough urgent fingers he pulled off her panties. One side of the material tore halfway down her legs and he left it there hanging loose. His cock hit the wetness first as he had not even bothered to touch her pussy with his fingers. He needed this too much for finesse. He didn't care. Didn't care about anything, anything other than fucking. Nothing else existed other than the tight wet sheath around his cock and her cum flavored mouth. The room echoed with slap of his flesh against hers. She cried out in little yelps as he fucked her hard. Grunting out each thrust he shoved his cock into her. 

She was so wet, wet as if she was already filled with cum. The thought, the thought of fucking her cum filled pussy sent his over. The orgasm gripped his balls, charged through him like a jolt, wave and wave of head spinning pleasure. 

He pulled out and fell to his knees. His still hard cock slapped wet against his stomach as he knelt between her thighs. He heard her cry out, "What?" just before he fell upon her with his mouth. She gripped his head, holding his hair like reins. He ate at her drenched cunt, licking and sucking until he felt the spasm of her orgasm. 

As he thrust his tongue in her he imagined that the flavor was not his. That it was the cum of another man. He ate her, ground his mouth into the wetness as the scene played in his mind. His wife-on her knees, on her back, standing- being fucked, fucked fucked. By one man, many men-being filled with cum. Over and over. 

"Jack. Jack. Jack!" She cried out as her sweet pussy spasmed against his lips. When she had released her grip on his hair he fell back onto his butt and looked up at her. Wild hair, face flushed and lips swollen she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life. She still had her skirt hiked up and legs splayed open wide. Her pussy was spread perfectly ripe, swollen red and juicy. 

She looked down at him and smiled, a sweet and almost shy smile that was at odds with her splayed legs and just fucked pussy. "I love you," she said and he felt the familiar clench of his heart that hit him each time he heard those words.

"I love you too."

She slid her legs closed and got up from the palette pulling down her skirt and righting her clothes. After she'd smoothed her wild hair and fixed her make up she looked neat and tidy. A respectable wife.

"Quid pro quo," he said to her as he pulled open the door back into the noisy barroom. "So do you think you've actually paid me back yet?"

Those whiskey eyes flashed up at him and she said, "Oh no, not yet. I've got years and years to make up for." 



Quid Pro Quo



Lauren stood quivering as she looked directly into Zack's eyes. She couldn't believe that he was actually going to make her do this. "Zack, this is so degrading. Please don't make me do this," said Lauren whimpering as tears formed in her eyes.

"That was the deal. You agreed to it...remember! Now it is time to pay up," said Zack without emotion. "A deal is a deal."

"But I thought you were just kidding," said Lauren pleading. "I never thought you were serious. Zack...I've kept house for you. I've done your laundry, cooked your meals, been a good companion, made love to you...ever since our first date...but please, don't make me do this...not for money!"

"Yes...for money!" said Zack curtly. "That's what you agreed to. I told you I would continue to support you, but that you would have to pay your way. I told you I would give you the money you asked for, but you would have to give me what I wanted in return. No questions asked. Remember? Quid Pro Quo!"

"But Zack, you know I don't like doing this. I just don't, it's disgusting. I..." Lauren started to say as Zack tossed a pillow on the carpet in front of her, pushing her down to her knees.

"Pay up!" said Zack sternly as he unzipped his pants, pulling his erect cock out and shoving it directly in Lauren's face as he grasped a handful of her hair. "This time no pulling out at the last minute, swallow every last fucking drop!"

"But..." was the only word Lauren got out before Zack rammed his cock to the back of her mouth.

Lauren was gagging now and gasping for air as Zack roughly began to fuck her mouth and throat. The whimpering and gurgling sounds alternated with the slurping and moaning as Zack assaulted Lauren's mouth and throat ferociously.

"That's right. Take it. Take it all. Suck it. Suck it hard. Be the good little whore you agreed to be. Suck my cock dry, just like the good little slut whore you are," said Zack panting as he neared orgasm. "That's right baby. Be my good little slut. Give me my money's worth. Yeah. Oh yeah. Oh God. Now, now take it all. Yes!"

Lauren tensed as she felt Zack's cock pulsating in her mouth. As disgusting as she found sucking cock, she knew a deal was a deal and she had agreed to it, however regrettably. Lauren had never swallowed Zack or any other man's cum, not even her former husband. 

But now she knew she had to do it, much to her horror now, she had agreed to do anything Zack demanded...and he wanted her to swallow...all of it! Lauren tried to swallow the salty sticky liquid as fast as she could. But Lauren couldn't keep up as load after load of cum filled her throat and mouth and started to spill down corners of her lips as she continued to choke and gag.

"That's right whore. Swallow it all," said Zack as he used the end of his cock to wipe up the cum on Lauren's lips and chin and then insert his cock back in her mouth again, as Lauren's sucked and licked it clean.

Finished, Lauren fell limp to the floor with her head bowed; crying in shame at what Zack had just made her do. Lauren felt humiliated...and then even more so, when Zack tossed the two twenty dollar bills on the floor next to her.

As Zack walked to the kitchen to get a beer, Lauren rolled over on her side on the cold tile floor crying quietly to herself. Lauren was in a fetal position now, with her arms wrapped around her knees, as she lay there sobbing uncontrollably, contemplating how her life had come to this. No one had ever called her a slut or a whore. Perhaps more stinging, in her own mind, was the fact that she had just behaved like one, sucking Zack's cock and swallowing his disgusting cum...for money!

Lauren couldn't believe how far her life had spiraled downward in the last few months. First, her husband of 10 years had dumped her for a younger woman. Then she lost the house her parents had left her when she could no longer make the payment on the equity loan she had taken out. Once the real estate market had tumbled, and she no longer had her husband's income to rely on, the house was just no longer sustainable.

Lauren had married right out of high school and hadn't attended college, so she had no real job skills or career prospects, once her husband abandoned her and moved out of the country. She had tried taking on a secretarial job, but the income wasn't enough to make ends meet and she lost the house. 

It wasn't long after she started her new job that she met Zack at the advertising agency in New York where she was working. Zack was a freelance cameraman who shot some of the agency's commercials and they hit it off right away. He was a few years younger than Lauren, but she looked much younger than her age, so it was never an issue.

Zack had taken her back to his apartment after their first date, and having a younger man show interest in her, especially after a younger woman had stolen her husband from her... well...it was just too irresistible. It was only a matter of minutes before Zack had her clothes off and her legs wrapped around him as he brought her to one extraordinary orgasm after another with what she was stunned discovered to be his huge, thick, wonderful cock.

For a slightly older woman, Zack was surprised how sexually inexperienced Lauren was. She didn't like felatio and was absolutely adamant that she would not do anal. With Lauren, it was strictly vanilla sex to match her creamy vanilla white skin. The body...that was what hooked Zack on Lauren immediately. 

A stunning brunette, Lauren had an absolutely killer body with large firm natural breasts and pink nipples as round as a man's thumb, attached to areolas the size of silver dollars. Were it not for her large luscious breasts, Lauren had the body of a ballerina or professional dancer that made her look much younger than her 29 years.

Zack had been able to sense Lauren's vulnerability right away, having been abandoned by her husband for a younger woman, and he took every opportunity to compliment her on her body and good looks. Within a week, he had talked Lauren into moving in with him and within another week he had broken down her inhibitions and she had agreed to let him photograph her nude and then to videotape them having sex. 

Zack had promised her that it was just for them to enjoy between themselves. And the fact was, Lauren did enjoy seeing the photos and video of herself, since they boosted her self-esteem and made her feel as though she were still a desirable woman, worthy of a man's attention.

It wasn't surprising, two months later, when Lauren agreed to move to LA with Zack, when a new and more lucrative full-time opportunity came up for him there. With no family left, Lauren had no reason to remain in New York. Lauren had actually looked forward to the change in scenery and had hoped that she would have an easier time finding a better job once they were there. 

In the meantime, Zack seemed perfectly content to support her. And in bed, Zack was absolutely driving Lauren wild. Zack's cock was much bigger than her former husband's and the younger man seemed to know how to bring her to one intense orgasm after another, leaving her satisfied and exhausted after every love making session.

The first few weeks they lived together in LA were idyllic. Lauren settled into her new role as Zack's companion and enjoyed her new domestic existence, particularly since the house Zack had rented in the Hollywood Hills was so beautiful and had such a fabulous view of the west side below, but still retaining the quiet seclusion of the countryside from high up in the hills. The weather was also much better than New York and Lauren particularly enjoyed the pool, especially with Zack encouraging her to lay out in the nude and acquire her new beautifully golden tan.

But that had all started to change a couple of weeks ago. Lauren had started to sense that Zack's new job wasn't going as well as he had hoped, although he never discussed work with her. Lauren knew that the new house that Zack had rented in Coldwater Canyon was very expensive and that Zack seemed to be under some sort of pressure.

When Zack had told Lauren she needed to help pay her own way, Lauren tried to be understanding. That only seemed fair to her. Lauren's only regret was that it was hard to get around LA without a car, and she not only didn't have a car, but didn't know how to drive either, since she had never needed to learn when she had lived in New York. Lauren wasn't easily able to get around doing interviews without Zack driving her and even if she got a job, it would still be a struggle to get to and from work each day from their new home high up in the hills.

When Zack first suggested that she could earn her keep by providing him with more sex, Lauren thought he was kidding. Why would he want to pay for something she was willingly giving him for free anyway? Lauren just assumed Zack was blowing off some steam, trying to work out his frustrations. Not for a moment, did Lauren think Zack was serious...and wanted to pay her like a common whore!

Lying on the floor in a fetal position now, Lauren realized how wrong she had been. Lauren could still taste the salty cum in her mouth as she heard Zack on his way back from the kitchen.

"Here, I brought you a glass of wine," said Zack, sitting down on the edge of the couch next to Lauren as she continued to lay in a fetal position on the floor at his feet. "Come on, sit up. We're not done yet. We still have some business to transact!" 

"Business?" said Lauren indignantly, as she quickly sat up, looking Zack directly in the eye. "What kind of business? I asked for $40 for some cosmetics and you got your disgusting blow job. We're even!"

"Not by a long shot," said Zack adamantly. "I have to pay our rent tomorrow and that's $5,500, so you owe me your half."

"What?" yelled a startled Lauren, afraid of where this conversation was going?

"That's right. You owe half. So you owe me $2,750 and I want a big down payment on it tonight," said Zack pointedly. "And that doesn't even count last months' rent and expenses, not to mention the security deposit on this place!"

"And?" was all Lauren could get out of her mouth as she sat there in shock.

"And, it is $50 for a blow job, $100 for straight sex and $250 for your ass. Whatever else is going to be on the menu, I'll work out later," said Zack coldly.

"You can't be serious?" yelled Lauren, almost hysterical. "There is no way I'm going to let you stick that huge thing of yours in my ass. No way!"

"Well, my cock is either going to be in your ass or your ass is going to be out on the street!" barked Zack. "The choice is yours."

A chill ran down Lauren's spine. He was serious! What was even worse, she knew that he knew she really didn't have any choice. She didn't have any money of her own. She didn't even have a credit card of her own anymore, not since she lost the house and had to declare bankruptcy. She had allowed herself to become completely dependent on Zack. And she knew he knew it! Lauren began to cry uncontrollably, she knew she was trapped.

The tears were streaming down Lauren's face as she looked up at Zack, her eyes begging him to show pity on her.

"Please Zack, not that," said Lauren pleading meekly. "You know I've never done that. It frightens me. It will hurt! Please, please not that."

"Did you agree to provide me with sex for money?" asked Zack coldly.

"Yes," said Lauren, hanging her head down.

"Didn't you just take my money for giving me a blow job?" continued Zack.

"Yes, said Lauren so softly she almost couldn't be heard.

"So you've agreed to be my whore? Haven't you?" asked Zack more firmly.

"Yes, but..." Lauren started to say before Zack cut her off.

"But nothing! You agreed to be my whore. You agreed to be my slut whore for money. Period!" barked Zack. "The rent is due and it is time to pay up! Right?...Right? Speak up!"

"Yes," said Lauren meekly.

"OK then. Go take a shower, do your hair and put on your makeup. Meet me in my studio downstairs in 30 minutes," ordered Zack.

"Your studio?" questioned Lauren apprehensively.

"Yes, the studio," said Zack adamantly. "Do you actually think I'm not going to immortalize taking your cherry ass on video? You must be crazy? As a matter of fact, from now on I'm taping everything. I'm paying for it, so I may want to go back and enjoy watching it again later."

As Lauren got up and made her way up the stairway to the bedroom her shoulders were slumped forward and she looked completely defeated. All the self-confidence she had begun to feel after she first met Zack had now evaporated. Lauren was as disillusioned and vulnerable as she had ever been.

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Lauren walked down the stairway to Zack's studio, which was adjacent to the garage, on the lower level and began shivering since it was much colder down there. Pulling the terry cloth robe more tightly around her naked body, Lauren opened the door to the studio, which was washed in bright lights. The camera umbrellas and other lighting were all pointed at the round, red satin covered bed in the middle of the studio.

"Where did that come from?" asked Lauren.

"My boss let me borrow it from work," said Zack, in a distracted sort of way as he continued to setup his video cameras.

"Are you sure you have enough cameras there?" asked Lauren derisively. "After all, I only have one ass!"

"They should do the trick," said Zack as he continued to concentrate on setting up the cameras, then looked up at Lauren smiling. "Besides, it is such a sweet little ass!"

Lauren was still trembling, not sure whether it was from the cold down on the lower level or from the prospect of having her ass violated for the first time. In either event, Lauren couldn't quit shaking.

"Take off your robe and come over here," ordered Zack.

"Are you sure we can't..." Lauren started to say before being cut off.

"Just get over here...and lose the robe!" ordered Zack more forcefully now.

As Lauren stood naked in front of Zack he began to rub her body down with a musky scented oil that made her body glisten under the bright lights. When he was through, he told Lauren to bend over and put her hands on the edge of the bed. As she did, her body tensed as she could feel two of Zack's fingers sliding into her ass with a huge gob of slick lubricant.

"In a few minutes, you'll be thanking me for that," said Zack with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I wouldn't count on it," said Lauren, getting more apprehensive as each moment passed.

"We'll see," said Zack, as he began to get undressed himself. "Go sit on the edge of the bed...and knead your nipples. I want them nice and hard for the cameras."

After applying some oil to his own body, Zack walked around, turning on each of the cameras. "When I come over to you I want you to suck my cock to full erection. Then I'm going to fuck your gorgeous little pussy for a while until I'm ready to cum. Then I'm going to pull out and let you suck my cock dry. Got that?"

Lauren didn't answer, she just sneered at him.

"Good. You understand," said Zack as he stared directly into Lauren's eyes. "After that you need to suck me back to full erection and then I'm going to take your cherry ass. Just thinking about that tight little hole of yours should be enough to get me hard again. Don't you think?"

Lauren continued to look at Zack through narrowing eyes as an almost imperceptible tear formed and began to dribble down her cheek.

"I'll take that as a yes," said Zack as he turned the last camera on and moved toward Lauren, grinning broadly.

Zack could see how tense and apprehensive Lauren was. He knew this wasn't going to look good on video if she continued to be so rigid, so Zack stepped back out of camera range and said, "Lay back in the center of the bed."

"I thought you wanted me to..." said Lauren before being cut off again.

"Just do what you are told. Lay back in the center of the bed. You're too tense. Lay back and close your eyes and do yourself. Get yourself off," said Zack.

"I'll do no such..." Lauren started to say.

"Either you do as you are told or I'll drop you and your suitcase off downtown on skid row. What do you think you'll have to do to earn your way down there?" said Zack in an almost sinister voice.

Lauren looked intently at Zack and she could tell from his expression that he wasn't kidding. He was absolutely serious.

"Now lay back and do yourself. And I damn well want to see you cum. Don't even think about trying to fake it. I'll know!" said Zack.

Lauren knew there was no use in arguing. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes as she stuck her index and middle fingers in her mouth to coat them with saliva. Bringing her right foot up to the base of her ass and spreading her legs wide, Lauren began to stroke the outer lips of her pussy with her moistened fingers. Lauren was surprised how quickly her fingers disappeared into the furrowed lips of her slick pussy. Although the idea of getting ass fucked for the first time repelled her, she was also strangely excited.

"That's right baby. Just look how hot your pussy is already. Your pussy knows you really want it, even if you don't think so," said Zack in a low, sexy voice. "Stroke that hot box of yours. Show me how much you want it."

The more Zack talked dirty to Lauren in his smooth sexy voice, the hotter she was getting. Lauren's fingers were working hard on her clit now and she was fully aroused, as she lifted her ass off the bed to meet each thrust of her own fingers.

"Do you want me to fuck your hot pussy baby?" asked Zack.

"Yes," answered Lauren breathlessly as she continued to assault her clit with her fingers.

"Then tell me what you want baby," said Zack. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck me," said Lauren as her voice started to become more labored. Lauren had never talked dirty in bed ever, not even with her husband, and the more Zack urged her to talk nasty, the hotter she got.

"Where baby?" asked Zack. "Where do you want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck my pussy," said Lauren, urgently. "Fuck my pussy hard!"

"Do you want to suck my cock?" asked Zack rapidly.

"Yes. Yes. I want to suck your cock," whined Lauren as she was starting to near orgasm.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth," demanded Zack.

"Yes. Oh Yes baby. I want you to cum in my mouth," cried Lauren as she ground her ass into her own fingers.

"Do you want to feel my cock deep in your ass?" demanded Zack again. "Do you want me deep, deep inside you, filling your ass?"

"Oh God! Yes. Yes, baby. I want you deep in my ass," cried out Lauren as her whole body began to convulse in orgasm. "Fill my ass Oh God yes. Fill my ass with your cock. Fill my ass with your cum. Oh God. Yes! Oh God, yes! Fill my ass, fill me with cum! Oh! Oh! Yes, yes YES!"

Lauren's chest was heaving wildly now as she lifted her ass completely off the bed to meet her rapidly moving fingers, stroking her clit and slapping her pussy, before driving her fingers back into her wet hole. Lauren thrashed around wildly in the middle of the bed as she continued to cum hard, eventually lowering her legs back down on the bed and laying spread eagle as her chest and stomach muscles continued to contract and spasm as her orgasm receded.

As Lauren lay in the middle of the bed with her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her intense orgasm, Zack continued to stand just out of camera range. Watching the monitors on the wall behind Lauren's head, Zack could see that the remote connections were operating perfectly. The cameramen back at the studio were effortlessly able to zoom and pan the cameras just as though they were standing right behind them, right there in Zack's home studio.

Zack waited for a few more minutes to let the remote cameramen zoom in on Lauren's wet pussy, capturing her juices as they dripped down the inside of her thighs and her heaving breasts. The cameras captured Lauren's stomach muscles as they contracted as she continued to enjoy the pleasurably warm sensations that enveloped her body after her intense orgasm.




Quid Pro Quo



Watching Lauren cum had left Zack rock hard and he didn't need any further encouragement. Climbing on the bed, Zack moved between Lauren's legs and spread them wide apart again. Grabbing Lauren's ankles Zack pulled her legs straight up in the air and moved her pussy close to his throbbing cock as he lifted her ass off the bed.

"Grab it and put it in," said Zack as Lauren looked at him through half open, lust filled eyes. "Stick it in."

As Lauren found her wet hole with Zack's rigid cock, Zack thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside Lauren's wet pussy. Holding Lauren's ankles high in the air and wide apart, Zack began to drive his cock deeper and deeper into Lauren as she cried out in passion with each piston like thrust of Zack's engorged prick.

Lauren began to moan as Zack picked up the pace of his thrusts and she grabbed handfuls of the satin sheets as she tried to push Zack's cock deeper and deeper into her reawakened pussy.

"Oh God yes, fuck me hard," cried out Lauren. "Fuck me harder, harder. Oh God, I'm going to cum again. Oh God Zack. Fuck me. Fuck me! Harder! Harder!"

Lauren was clenching her ass muscles tight now, trying to feel every nerve ending in her hot wet pussy as she neared another orgasm. Zack could feel Lauren literally sucking his cock with her pussy and it was driving him to the brink as he suddenly pulled out and manhandled Lauren's body until she was up on all fours.

Now Lauren looked up at Zack with crazed lustful eyes as he drove his cock into her throat, gripping her head on both sides as he fucked her mouth rapidly, continuing to near his own huge orgasm.

Lauren's fingers had moved to her pussy now and she was alternately fingering and slapping her pussy as she tried to get off yet again. As Lauren's neared orgasm, she began to grunt and whimper, sending new shock waves of pleasure through Zack's now supersensitive cock, driving him over the edge as the cum started to pump through his throbbing cock.

As Zack's cock pulsated in Lauren's mouth it was just too much, sending her over the edge herself as they both came in a wild frenzy. This time, consumed in lust, Lauren drank down every drop of Zack's cum and licked his cock dry. 

Lying back on the bed, Zack motioned for Lauren to get into a 69 position and he began to lick and suck Lauren's now very sensitive clit as she coaxed his cock back to full erection. Lauren could see that Zack was right. Just the thought of ravaging her virgin ass was obviously causing Zack to spring back to life very quickly.

The thought of it too, was causing Lauren to become even more excited as her pussy was drenching Zack's face in her juices as she was consumed with anticipation, not knowing what unknown pain or pleasure, or both, that she was about to experience for the first time.

Zack was fully hard now as Lauren slid his cock in and out of her throat, knowing that the next load of cum would be deep in her ass. As Zack pulled out and rolled from underneath Lauren's body, her body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. Zack leaned over and kissed Lauren delicately on the ear and whispered, "Trust me. It will only hurt for a minute. After that, you will feel more full of cock than you ever dreamed of."

As Zack massaged Lauren's neck and then moved his hands down the middle of her back and then her sides, he could feel her whole body trembling, as he moved behind her. Was it excitement or fear, he wondered. Probably both, he decided.

Clutching one of Lauren's ass cheeks in each of his hands he could feel her muscles tense. Leaning forward, Zack now fondled each of Lauren's breasts with his hands and kneaded them as he again whispered in her ear, "You need to relax your ass muscles. Trust me. It won't hurt as much."

As Zack rose to an upright position he grasped each of Lauren's ass cheeks again and now they were more relaxed, although he could still feel them trembling and twitching in his hands as he massaged and kneaded her soft fleshy cheeks with his strong hands. "That's a good girl. Now use your hand to guide my cock into your ass. We'll take it slow. I'll let you push back into me. That's a girl. Rock back on it and I'll stay still," said Zack in a low and soothing voice.

Lauren's whole body was shaking as she pushed backwards into Zack's cock. As the huge head of Zack's prick disappeared into Lauren's ass she let out a scream. "Oh God it hurts. It hurts. Oh God, please no. No more! You're tearing me apart!"

Lauren was frantic now and shaking like a leaf as Zack began to pull Lauren's ass back into him. Lauren continued to shake as one inch and then two inches of Zack's cock disappeared into her ass. Lauren was whining and whimpering now as more and more of Zack's cock penetrated her virgin ass. Once Zack was half way in, he stopped briefly and let Lauren's ass adjust to its new occupant.

"Oh please Zack no more, no more," begged Lauren, panting hard. "You're going to tear me apart. Please I can't take any more. Oh God please no!"

Lauren felt Zack slowly begin to withdraw from her ass and was momentarily relieved until he pushed it back in, this time penetrating a little farther. Yet again, Zack pulled out slightly and again drove his cock even further into Lauren's virgin ass. Lauren was breathing really fast now, taking deep breaths, trying to control the pain as Zack pressed his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.

Each stroke was a little deeper and faster than the previous one, adding to Lauren's anxiety. Finally after a dozen more strokes Zack was in to the hilt and he held his cock deep inside Lauren as she continued to breath heavily and groan as her ass adjusted to the huge cock that was filling her ass. As they remained motionless for a minute, Lauren could feel the huge cock throbbing inside her, filling her in a way she had never imagined possible.

Strangely, Lauren's pussy was aroused again and she had released the handful of sheet from her left hand and found herself stroking her pussy again, just as Zack slowly withdrew his cock from her ass until only the head was still inside. The backward motion of Zack's cock in her ass sent new shock waves of pleasure through Lauren that competed with the pleasure she was giving her own pussy.

Just as suddenly as he had withdrawn, Zack thrust his cock all the way back into Lauren's asshole, filling her once again. Again Lauren let out a scream, but this time it was tinged with pleasure as she tightened her ass muscles around Zack's cock for the first time. Zack smiled to himself, knowing that Lauren's ass was his now and he began to methodically and rhythmically ream her ass as she continued to cry out in both pain and pleasure. 

As Zack picked up speed with his thrusts into the virgin territory of Lauren's ass, she continued to stroke and slap her clit, building into a wild frenzy of excitement. Lauren was completely overtaken by her animal lust now and was crying out incoherently and grunting and screaming as one orgasm after another swept over her body.

"Oh God Zack, fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard. Harder! God, oh please. Fuck my ass harder!" cried Lauren loud enough that the neighbors down the hill could probably hear her. "Oh God! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder. Deeper! Oh God, deeper! Fill my ass. Oh God Zack, fill my ass with that huge cock!"

Zack was pounding as hard as he could into Lauren's virgin ass now. Occasionally slapping each of her ass cheeks and grasping her shoulders, Zack rose up to get a better angle and thrust deeper. 

"Oh God Zack, I'm ready to cum. Oh God please Zack cum inside me. Cum in my ass," yelled Lauren. "Oh God Zack please, cum deep in my ass. Oh God, I'm ready to cum!"

Both Zack and Lauren were sweaty heaps now as the perspiration poured off of their oiled bodies. Zack was on his feet now, crouched over Lauren's body as she thrust her ass up into the air to meet his pistoning cock. As they pounded into each other in a frenzy of lust their flesh smacked against each other, sounding like the cracks of a bull whip.

Lauren could feel Zack's cock starting to pulsate in her ass and could feel the warm stream of cum oozing deep inside her ass. At the same time Lauren continued to slap and stroke her clit and she came almost at the same time. Both their bodies thrashed and jerked as they savored every last ounce of pleasure from their orgasms before Zack rolled over on the bed, spent and breathing hard as Lauren wrapped her thigh over his chest and drover her tongue down his throat in a long kiss before she collapsed herself, with her head on his shoulder.

"Well?" asked Zack between deep breaths..

"Well what?" asked Lauren, panting.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Zack. "Are you going to be able to hold up your end of the bargain?"

"Well, I don't know," replied Lauren coyly as she paused for a moment before lifting herself up momentarily to kiss Zack's ear. "I may actually learn to like being your whore!"

"Well that's good, very good," said Zack as he reached over and stroked Lauren's long brown hair. "as a matter of fact, that will make life easier for all of us."

"All of us?" asked Lauren as Zack could feel her body tense.

"It's just an expression. All of us, as in you and I...all of us," Zack lied as he smiled into the nearest camera.

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For the next few days, things seemed to return to normal. Zack was no longer as stressed out when he got home and they settled back into the idyllic existence of the first few weeks. True to his word, Zack was filming all of their sex. In fact, it seemed like the only place he wanted to have sex was down in his studio in front of the cameras.

When they weren't in front of the video cameras downstairs, Zack was increasingly spending his free time at home taking nude stills of Lauren in virtually every room in the house in every pose imaginable, as well as by the pool and in the pool. Zack also insisted on filming Lauren getting herself off on the chaise by the pool and elsewhere in their expansive and well decorated new home.

When Zack was at work, Lauren spent her days taking care of the housework and laying by the pool. Lauren liked the daily routine of phoning her orders into the grocery store at the foot of the canyon and having them delivered, and then preparing dinner for Zack when he arrived home. Lauren was spending virtually all her time at the house and wasn't getting out much at all. Were it not for the size and comfort of the house and the amazing views of the city below, Lauren would probably have become claustrophobic, since she was alone in the house all day by herself.

Last night Zack told Lauren that his best friend and his girlfriend were coming to visit for a week and that excited Lauren. She would have other people to talk to, especially another woman. Lauren had spent the day readying the guest room and ordering extra groceries from the store down the hill so she could entertain her guests properly. Lauren, so much, wanted to be a good hostess for Zack.

Zack's friends weren't scheduled to arrive until dinner time, so Lauren wanted to prepare a special meal to celebrate having their first house guests. Lauren prepped food for dinner for a couple of hours after the grocery order arrived and then adjourned to the pool to relax for a while.

As Lauren lay in the sun, soaking up the warm rays with her eyes closed, she was startled when she heard a man's voice. 

"Well Zack boy sure did well for himself. You're a knockout!" said a man with a deep masculine voice.

Lauren sprang to a sitting position on her chaise, covering her breasts with her hands and clenching her thighs closely together as she looked up at the man and woman standing in front of her with broad smiles on their faces. Lauren's own expression was one of sheer terror and embarrassment at having been caught naked by these stranger.

"Oh Tom," said the woman soothingly as she sat down next to Lauren on the chaise, shielding her from the man's view. "You've startled her. I told you we should have called ahead and let Lauren know we were going to be early. You are Lauren, aren't you?"

"Yes, and you...you must be Tom and Heather," stammered Lauren, still embarrassed and blushing. "I...I didn't expect you so soon. I...I'm just so embarrassed!"

"Oh nonsense," said Heather warmly. "You are just absolutely beautiful. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You have a gorgeous body."

Heather was leaning forward now and stroking Lauren's hair as she leaned in and kissed her on the cheek and gave her a big hug, letting her hands massage Lauren's bare back. "Don't think anything of it. Tom and I sunbathe in the nude all the time...and sometimes even with our friends too. So don't worry about it. You'll find that we are really open-minded about nudity and most other things."

Lauren was still feeling squeamish as she looked up at Tom, wishing she had at least brought a towel with her to the pool.

"That's right," interjected Tom. "We sunbathe all the time. And if it makes you feel any better, Zack has spent plenty of time at the pool with us and he has seen all of Heather's many marvelous attributes. Hasn't he honey?"

"Yes, that's right," said Heather agreeing as she smiled warmly at Lauren. "We're all friends aren't we?"

"Yes, of course," agreed Lauren, trying to make the best of the embarrassing situation she found herself in.

"Well good then," said Tom. "It has been a long drive and we could use some relaxation too. We'll join you then."

Lauren had been looking directly at Heather, too embarrassed to look at Tom, as Heather had continued to stroke Lauren's arms and back soothingly. As she looked quickly in Tom's direction she was wide-eyed as she saw that his camp shirt was already off and at his feet and his shorts were falling to the pool deck as well, revealing a gargantuan cock that was huge beyond her imagination. Lauren gasped.

"Tom is one healthy boy, isn't he?" asked Heather smiling as she gave Lauren another peck on the cheek before standing and letting her sundress drop away, revealing her own tanned and gorgeous body. Lauren looked closely at Heather as her breasts jutted out from her perfectly sculpted body. She too, has tanned from head to toe and her flaming red hair matched the small patch between her long legs.

My God, she is beautiful, thought Lauren. And Tom...Good Lord, could any woman get that thing inside them! Lauren looked at Heather, just to make sure she wasn't bow-legged. Lauren's eyes kept being drawn to Tom's massive cock and that wasn't lost on either Tom or Heather as they smiled knowingly at each other. 

Lauren was so distracted looking at Tom's appendage, that she didn't notice when Heather had walked over to the table and retrieved the suntan oil. "Would you be a dear and rub some of this into our backs?" asked Heather as both she and Tom stood directly in front of Lauren, facing her for a long moment so Lauren could get a very close look at Tom's prodigious cock.

Lauren's pussy was dripping profusely as she imagined what it would be like to have that thing inside her. Lauren took the bottle of lotion from Heather without saying a word and began to rub the lotion into Heather's back. When she was finished, Heather asked her to finish her bottom too and Lauren continued to work her hands down Heather's ass and legs, enjoying the feel of Heather's smooth soft skin.

"Your hands feel wonderful," said Heather as she turned around and took Lauren's hands, pulling her up to a standing position, as she leaned in and pecked Lauren on the lips. "Will you do my front now?"

Heather's hands were on Lauren's hips now as Lauren began to rub the oil into Heather's neck, then her shoulders and down to Heather's jutting breasts.

Both Tom and Heather could see that Lauren was getting aroused as her breathing became more labored, and the juices dripping down each of Lauren's thighs was a sure sign that she was getting more aroused by the minute. Tom took the bottle of oil from Lauren and stepped behind her.

"You look like you could use some more oil yourself," said Tom as he began to massage a handful of oil into Lauren's neck and shoulders as a jolt of excitement swept through Lauren's body, culminating in her pussy. As Tom massaged the oil into Lauren's back, he worked his hands down until he was kneading her ass and then the outside of her thighs, before turning his attention to Lauren's inner thighs, slowly massaging his way up the inside of each leg. 

Lauren was breathing harder by the minute as Tom's hands worked their way farther and farther up the insides of her legs, sliding more freely now as the oil mixed with the slick juice dripping from Lauren's pussy, as Lauren anxiously anticipated Tom's final destination.

Tom had squirted some oil on Heather's hands and she was now rubbing more oil into Lauren's breasts as she leaned in again and pecked Lauren on the lips, lingering for a moment as she looked into Lauren's eyes. Lauren made no effort to look or move away as Heather leaned in yet again and let her lips linger on Lauren's for a moment. 

Lauren was swooning now. She had never kissed or been kissed by another woman, at least not in this way. Heather had her arms around Lauren now, drawing them together as the soft flesh of their breasts pushed against each other. As Heather kissed Lauren yet again, she could feel Lauren's lips parting slightly and she slipped her tongue into Lauren's mouth as Lauren wrapped her own arms around Heather, drawing Heather to her even more tightly.

Lauren's body was shuddering now as Tom's fingers had finally found their final destination between her legs. Tom had one hand wrapped around the front of Lauren's leg as he stroked her slick clit with his left hand. Tom's right hand was massaging Lauren's pussy and ass with his right hand as it slide freely up and down her cracks, coated in her slick pussy juice.

Heather and Lauren were kissing passionately now, exploring each other's mouths as Heather moved her hands back to Lauren's breasts, massaging and kneading them, occasionally pinching her nipples, further inching Lauren toward orgasm as the index and middle fingers on Tom's right hand were thrusting in and out of Lauren's wet pussy, slow and rhythmically.

When Tom thrust his thumb inside Lauren's asshole and pressed it against his other fingers through the thin membrane of flesh, Laurent exploded, crying out loudly as Heather licked and kissed Lauren's always sensitive neck.

"Oh God, Oh! Yes! Yes!" yelled Lauren as a massive orgasm swept over her body.

Were Lauren not tightly sandwiched between Heather and Tom's bodies now, she would have fainted and fallen to the hard deck below her feet. Lauren's head was spinning now, completely lost in the throes of her intense orgasm. As Lauren's knees buckled beneath her, Tom caught her and picked her up in his strong arms and carried her to the double chaise in the shades corner of the pool deck.

As Tom laid her down in the center of the chaise, Heather was close behind and soon had Lauren's legs spread wide as she lustily assaulted Lauren's pussy with her soft lips and darting tongue. Without thinking, Lauren pushed Heather's head into her pussy with her right hand as she lay there in a dreamlike daze.

Through half opened eyes, Lauren could see Tom mounting Heather from behind as Heather crouched over Lauren's pussy. With each of Tom's thrusts, he drove Heather's lips and tongue deeper into Lauren's pussy. Lauren's legs were spread wide now, with her feet up near the base of her ass, as she lifted it off the chaise to meet Heather's lips and tongues with each of Tom's rhythmic thrusts.

The movement of their bodies was in sync now as all three were nearing orgasm. Heather had each of Lauren's nipples pressed tightly between her thumb and index fingers now as she stretched them out from Lauren's heaving breasts. The more Heather pinched them and the farther she pulled Lauren's nipples, stretching her breasts away from her chest, the closer to orgasm Lauren came as the combination of pleasure and pain heightened Lauren's sexual excitement.




Quid Pro Quo



Finally, Heather could feel Tom's cock start to pulse inside her and that was all she needed to take her over the edge herself. As Heather moaned loudly, signaling her orgasm, she sucked and licked Lauren's clit even more urgently, making Lauren cum at the same time. 

Lauren was sure the people down the hill below them could hear all three of them moaning crying out loudly now. What they must think, thought Lauren as the last ripple of pleasure swept across her body. Tom and Heather had collapsed on either side of her with their legs straddling body. Tom's cock was lying across the middle of Lauren's stomach and it gave her chills just feeling how big and heavy it was as it stretching all the way across her flat stomach.

Both Heather and Tom were kissing Lauren now as each of them kneaded one of her breasts. As one would sink their tongue into Lauren's throat, the other would lick and kiss her sensitive neck. Lauren lay there with her eyes closed, not thinking, not caring, that she had just allowed herself to be taken by two people who only a short hour ago were complete strangers. As Lauren's lust began to recede the reality of it finally began to hit her...she had just fucked her boyfriend's best friend. Oh my God, thought Lauren, what had she done?

Just as she began to worry about what she was going to tell Zack, she heard his voice directly behind her. "Well, that was certainly a Kodak moment!"

Both Tom and Heather could feel Lauren's body tense as Zack spoke, as they continued to kiss Lauren. It wasn't until Zack moved around the chaise and stood directly behind Tom that Lauren could see that he had his best and largest video camera on his shoulder.

"How...how long have you been there?" asked Lauren sheepishly?

"From the beginning," said Zack.

"You watched...you watched the whole thing?" asked Lauren with just a tinge of guilt in her voice as Tom and Heather continued to kiss her neck and suck on her earlobes, licking and sticking their tongues in her ears.

"Watched? I filmed the whole thing! You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself," said Zack as he paused for a moment. "It certainly doesn't look as though any introductions are necessary, does it now?"

"Good to see you buddy," said Tom looking up momentarily. "This is one hot little number you have here. What did you do to get so lucky?"

"Clean living, I guess," said Zack, as he continued to film the trio on the chaise. "Good to see you Heather. You're drop dead gorgeous, as usual. I see you girls seem to have hit it off."

"Yes," said Heather warmly. "Lauren is a sweet girl...especially between those lovely legs!"

Heather's finger had found Lauren's clit again and unconsciously, Lauren thrust up her pussy to meet the invading fingers. 

Lauren felt really strange, as she lay there sandwiched between these two naked strangers, as they and her boyfriend talked about her. How the hell did she end up like this anyway? And why was he filming them? She was his girlfriend...why wasn't he mad at his friend for fucking her? Well, not really fucking her...but fingering her!

"You don't have a problem with this?" asked Lauren finally, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Why would I," said Zack. "We're all friends...well...at least we are now!"

"Ain't that the truth," interjected Tom as he leaned down and sucked Lauren's left nipple into his mouth.

"What did you think we were going to do for a week?" Play cards? Watch TV?" said Zack as he paused briefly. "Actually, that's a good idea! I have some home movies that I'm sure Tom and Heather would love to see. Wouldn't you?"

"What?" said Lauren startled as a look of alarm filled her face.

"Well, if they are of this gorgeous little thing, I can't wait!" said Heather as she stroked Lauren's hair before plunging her tongue in her mouth for a long wet kiss.

Between Tom's lips sucking hard on her erect nipple and Heather's index finger teasing her clit, Lauren was quickly losing any remaining inhibitions she might have. Since she moved to LA with Zack, Lauren was quickly learning that being a bad girl could feel oh so good! Lauren surrendered to the moment.

"I hate to break up this party, but we are losing light out here. Why don't we adjourn to my studio. There is better light, not to mention a softer bed and more cameras. And I won't have to lug this thing around, so I can join the party too! I've been missing my little honey all day long," said Zack as he took Lauren's hand and pulled her up from the chaise.

Switching off the camera and the attached LED light, Zack led Lauren by the hand toward the studio, with Tom and Heather following behind them.

As Lauren walked hand in hand with Zack toward the studio, Lauren whispered in a low voice that only Zach could hear, "So...are you going to let Tom fuck me?" 

"Do you want to fuck him?" asked Zack

"That's what you want, isn't it?" said Lauren coldly. "You want me to fuck him and you want to film it...don't you?"

Lauren stopped and turned toward Zack now, looking straight in his eye, waiting for an answer.

"Why don't you guys go on in and get comfortable," said Zack casually to Tom and Heather as they walked by. "We'll be in to join you in a minute."

As Tom and Heather disappeared down the breezeway that connects the main house to the garage and studio, Zack put his camera down on the deck next to him.

"You certainly looked like you wanted to fuck that monster cock when you were over there on the chaise with them," said Zack, looking Lauren intently in the eye.

"That's not the question...Do YOU want me to fuck your friend?" said Lauren. "I thought I was YOUR girl?"

"You are my girl! And yes, I want you to fuck my friend and yes, I want to film it," said Zack calmly. "And don't try to tell me you haven't been wondering...fantasizing...about having that huge cock inside you. Haven't you?"

Lauren was red faced now, but she wasn't sure if it was because she was mad at Zack or because what Zack had just said was so much the truth. Breaking eye contact with Zack, Lauren looked down at her feet for a moment as she collected her thoughts. He was right, Lauren concluded. She had been thinking about nothing else but having Tom's cock inside her, ever since he first dropped his shorts to the pool deck.

Looking up at Zack again, Lauren asked, "I suppose you are going to fuck Heather too?"

"I have, many times before, so yes." said Zack. "Do you have a problem with that? You know, she is going to want you to fuck her too...just like she fucked you. You find her attractive, don't you?"

"Yes, of course," said Laurent somewhat defensively. "She's beautiful...So we're all going to fuck each other then?"

"Well, almost," said Zack smiling. "There isn't going to be any boy on boy."

Zack could see that Lauren was trembling now. It wasn't cold outside, so he knew she was filled with anxiety. Wrapping his arms around Lauren, Zack hugged her tightly and then kissed her on the forehead before giving her a big wet kiss, letting his tongue dart all over the inside of Lauren's mouth.

"This is what you want then?" asked Lauren, with a note of finality as she broke off the kiss.

"Yes," said Zack firmly, looking Lauren directly in the eye.

"OK then," said Lauren in a shaky voice as she took Zack's hand and headed toward the studio, goose bumps forming on her skin as the anxiety and apprehension took hold of her body.

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As Zack opened the door for Lauren, she stepped inside and tried to focus her eyes in the dimly lit room. Lauren could see Tom lying on his back in the middle of the bed and Heather was sucking and stroking his huge cock back to full size. Lauren just stood at the foot of the bed and watched as Heather looked up at her smiling.

Zack began to turn on the umbrellas lighting and cameras as he circled the room. Next, Zach moved over to the wall behind the bed where the monitors were located and hit the switch to turn on the additional overhead lighting, bathing the room in bright light. 

Lauren continued to stand at the foot of the bed, watching as Heather kneaded Tom's balls and ran her tongue up and down his cock, occasionally sucking his balls and then the head of his cock after she would run her tongue the length of his cock. 

Lauren had never watched anyone else have sex, so watching Heather worship Tom's enormous cock was thoroughly exhilarating to Lauren as she stood at the edge of the bed panting, anticipating that Heather's hard work would soon result in that massive prick impaling her own increasingly hot and wet pussy. Lauren could feel the juice from her pussy gushing and running down the inside of both of her thighs as her whole body bristled with anticipation.

Watching Heather's breasts swinging back and forth beneath her as she sucked and kneaded Tom's cock with her hands, Lauren's attention was now drawn to Heather's exquisite body. Heather was up on all fours now with her legs spread wide apart, providing Lauren with an unobstructed view of her pink wet pussy. Heather was all hot and bothered too, Lauren thought, as she could see the warm slick liquid spilling down each of Heather's thighs as well. 

What was Heather's pussy going to taste like, Lauren wondered? Would Heather's pussy taste like her own, when she sucked the juice off of her own wet fingers? She would soon know, Lauren thought to herself, as the burning need began to build between her legs.

Lauren's sexually charged trance was broken when she heard the sound of Zack's voice.

"Tom, why don't you help me bring a bottle of Champagne and some glasses down from upstairs?" said Zack. "Let's let the ladies get to know each other a little better."

"Good idea," replied Tom, as he sat up and kissed Heather wetly on the lips, before getting up from the bed. "I could use something to drink, and I'm sure the ladies could to."

As Tom moved across the room toward the door to join Zack, he stopped as he got to Lauren, who stood there entranced by his fully erect penis as he approached her. Moving in close to Lauren's body, Tom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, making sure she could feel the full length of his rock hard cock run up and down her stomach, with the head of his penis resting firmly between her heaving breasts.

Lauren gasped as she felt the warmth and length of Tom's rigid cock from just above her belly button all the way up to the cleavage between her breasts. Lauren's whole body shuddered at the thought of this enormous muscle soon being inside her, probing parts of her pussy that had never been touched before. It had to be twice as big around as Zack's, Lauren thought, and Zack's wasn't exactly small!

Tom grabbed a handful of Lauren's hair and tilted her head back as he drove his long tongue down her waiting throat. Kissing Lauren's neck and ear now, Tom whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to worship my cock my lovely little Lauren?"

Tom was looking down into Lauren's lust filled eyes now as he continued to hold her head back. "Do you want me to fill you with my cock? Do you want me to show you just how deep your pussy really is?"

"Yes, yes!" sighed Lauren breathlessly in submission as her breasts heaved and pressed into the engorged head of Tom's bristling cock as her head began to spin again.

As Tom stepped away, Lauren noticed for the first time that she had both her hands wrapped around Tom's thick cock. Tom smiled as Lauren continued to hold on to his cock, not wanting to let go. Taking Lauren's wrists in his hands, Tom pulled them away and behind her back as he leaned in and kissed her ear, whispering, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon and then I'll devote my full attention to rocking your world." Tom stuck his tongue in Lauren's ear and then turned and followed Zack out the door.

Lauren continued to stand at the edge of the bed, not moving, except for her gently quivering body. Lauren was hot all over; she should feel every nerve ending in her body as she reached a level of sexual arousal she had never known before.

So distracted had Lauren been, that she didn't notice that Heather had moved over to the edge of the bed directly behind her. Now Lauren could feel Heather's hand as she cupped Lauren's breasts and pulled her down onto the bed. Heather quickly lay on top of Lauren and had her tongue in her mouth almost as quickly as she had her index and middle finger probing Lauren's wet pussy. 

"Scoot up," said Heather as she kissed Lauren on the ear.

Both women maneuvered to the center of the bed before Heather resumed kissing Lauren and stroking her wet pussy. 

"This is your first time doing this, isn't it?" asked Heather as she kissed Lauren gently on the lips.

"Yes," said Lauren softly, as her heart beat rapidly and she looked deeply into Heather's penetrating eyes. "I've never done anything like this. As a matter of fact, there are a lot of things I had never done before I met Zack. I...I've never been with a..." said Lauren as her voice trailed off momentarily.

"You've never been with another woman," said Heather softly as she completed Lauren's sentence. "Don't worry, it will be a first for both of us...I've never been with anyone as beautiful as you!"

Heather slipped her arm behind Lauren's head and drew her close, as both women kissed each other hard, letting their tongues probe each other's mouths and their hands each other's bodies. Eventually their fingers found each other's pussies and they kneaded each other's clits gently with their thumb and index fingers.

Finally, both women were so hot with desire that their fingers were no longer enough to fill their needs. Instinctively, Lauren sat up and shifted her position as she looked down into Heather's eyes, her breasts heaving in anticipation of eating her first pussy. Heather smiled at Lauren as she spread her legs wide apart invitingly. At the same time Heather leaned forward, gradually nuzzling her face into Lauren's pussy as she reached up and pulled Lauren's ass toward her, causing Lauren to straddle Heather's face.

Heather and Lauren sucked each other's clits between their lips and licked and sucked each other until both their bodies felt like one big nerve ending. Their faces were now drenched in the warm slick juices from their pussies as they both rolled over on their side so they could more easily make love to each other's pussies. Both women were moaning loudly now as they drove each other toward monumental orgasms.

Both women were getting close now, very close, as they dug their fingernails into each other's asses. They could feel each other's bodies tense as the first wave of pleasure was about to wash across their bodies. Without any warning, Heather drove her index finger up Lauren's ass and she exploded, crying out at the top of her voice.

Lauren quickly sucked Heather's clit back between her lips and began to suck and lick her furiously as Heather exploded as well. Lauren returned the favor and drove her own index finger up Heather's ass as both women came again and again until they both lay back, thoroughly exhausted.

Both women looked up as they heard the loud applause coming from head of the bed. Somehow the men had both managed to make their way back in the room unnoticed. The Champagne and fluted glasses were sitting on the counter in front of the monitors and control console. The men were smiling down at the two women as Zack picked up the Champagne and started to remove the cork.

"Well, the two of you must be ready for a little refreshment," said Zack as the cork popped from the bottle and he allowed the flow of foam to start filling the first glass. After filling the glasses, Zack handed two to Tom and he picked up the other two.

Lauren was surprised when Zach walked over and sat down on the bed next to Heather, instead of her. Zack was naked now and he had a raging hard on. Taking the Champagne flute from Zack with one hand, Heather wrapped her other hand around Zack's cock and began to gently stroke it. Lauren watched them intently as Zack leaned forward and kissed Heather passionately. 

"It's been a long time," said Zack.

"Too long," replied Heather, as she returned his kiss.

Lauren turned her head and looked up as she felt the warmth of Tom's large frame pressed next to her naked body. Tom had one arm around her and she looked up into his eyes longingly as he handed her a flute of Champagne. Lauren decided to follow Heather's lead and she wrapped her other hand around Tom's rigid cock. Lauren's eyes got big as she looked up into Tom's eyes, realizing that she couldn't get her fingers all the way around the circumference of Tom's throbbing prick.

"Here's to exploring the unknown," said Tom as he clicked his glass against Lauren's.

"Absolutely, " agreed Zack as he clicked his glass against Heather's and then each of them against Tom and Lauren's.

As they sat there sipping on their Champagne, Lauren took stock of the situation. It was obvious that Zack was going to devote his attention to his old friend Heather and that Tom was going to probe and explore the untouched reaches of her pussy. A chill ran up and down Lauren's spine as Tom continued to stroke her back with his left hand, trying to calm her down.

Tom could tell from Lauren's rapidly beating heart and uneven breathing that she was filled with anxiety. He was familiar with what Lauren was going through. Most women reacted the same when they saw his pride and joy for the first time. Tom continued to stroke Lauren's back gently, occasionally squeezing her left ass cheek with his huge hand.

Lauren was looking up into Tom's eyes longingly again as Tom's large frame made her feel like a small child as he loomed over her. Only now did Lauren begin to comprehend just how large Tom was in comparison to her or to Zack or Heather for that matter. Tom must be six feet six, she thought. At five feet six Lauren was at least a foot shorter and Tom's broad shoulders and 250 pound frame made Lauren feel diminutive at a mere 120 pounds.

He could throw her around like a rag doll, though Lauren, as she realized how much she found the prospect of that erotic and exciting. Tom took the Champagne flute from Lauren's hand and sat both of them down on the floor next to the bed. As Lauren looked up she noticed for the first time that Zack and Heather were no longer next to them.

As Tom lifted Lauren up in the air he turned her to face him and she could now see Zack and Heather on the opposite side of the bed lying next to each and embracing as they began their lovemaking ritual. Lauren looked down at Tom now as he held her high off the bed above him.

"Wrap your legs around me," said Tom as Lauren spread her legs wide. Tom lowered Lauren onto his lap as he continued to sit on the edge of the bed. Lowering his hands to Lauren's ass, he lifted her slightly and drew her close into his body so her moist pussy was tight against his cock. As Tom wrapped his arms around Lauren tightly she could feel his firm hot cock searing into the full length of her chest and the head of his penis touching the bottom of her breasts..

Lauren was digging her fingernails into Tom's back now as her breasts heaved, pressing against the head of Tom's throbbing penis as she rocked back and forth. Lauren looked up at Tom, her eyes filled with lust, then apprehension and anxiety at what was to come. 

"Please don't hurt me," whispered Lauren meekly as she rubbed her face against Tom's broad chest. "I want you inside me so much, so badly, but please don't hurt me."

"Don't worry sweetness," said Tom soothingly as he stroked Lauren's hair and back, then kissed her forehead. "I know how to please a woman and I've never had any complaints. Before the night is over I'm going to take you places you've never been before and you are going to want more and more."




Quid Pro Quo



Tom grabbed a handful of Lauren's hair again as he tilted her head back and kissed her long and hard, lifting her up to meet his kiss as he returned both his hands to her soft ass. Tom was pushing Lauren's pussy against his rigid cock now as he used his massive hands to move her pussy up and down on his cock as he kissed her and rocked back and forth, over and over again. 

The furrows of Lauren's pussy lips were spread wide around Tom's cock now and her clit was in direct contact with the ripples of Tom's firmly erect cock as Lauren's clit moved up and down on his rigid cock as Tom continued to lift Lauren's ass up and down its length.

As Tom continued to press Lauren's pussy into the length of his cock he could feel her juices literally gushing out all over his prick, lubricating it for what was to come next. Tom's cock was slick with Lauren's juices now and they were dripping down into his crotch, drenching his pubic hair and scrotum. 

Tom lay back now, letting Lauren continue to rub her widening pussy against the full length of his cock, soaking it even more in the process. Lauren could feel Tom tighten his massive hands on her ass cheeks as he began to lift her in the air and forward, toward the head of his raging cock. Lauren was looking directly into Tom's eyes now, wide-eyed at what she knew as about to happen next.

"Take me in your hands and guide me in slowly, at your own pace," said Tom reassuringly.

With trembling hands, Lauren reached down and circled the head of Tom's cock, barely able to get the fingers of both her hands around its girth. Lauren's eyes got wide again as she her hands sensed the size of what was about to penetrate her tight pussy. Lauren never broke eye contact with Tom as she raised the pulsing head of his cock to the dripping slash between her legs.

Lauren's feet were firmly on the bed now and she slowly began to lower her pussy on to Tom's prodigious cock. Never breaking eye contact, Tom could see Lauren's eyes get wider and wider as the head of his cock disappeared into the outer furrows of Lauren's pussy lips. Lauren was moaning now as her pussy stretched and stretched, but still barely had the top of Tom's massive cock head inside.

Coaxing Lauren's pussy downward with his massive hands, Lauren screamed at the top of her voice as the head of Tom's cock was now half way in, stretching Lauren wider than she thought possible. Heather was breathing quickly now, trying to control the pain as the head of Tom's cock was now almost fully in. Lauren's next scream sounded like a death scream as Tom continued to use his massive hands to push Lauren's pussy down onto his cock. 

Lauren's body was shaking violently now as the waves of pain rushed across her body. Tom was having a hard time holding her still over him as Lauren's body continued to shake violently. Tom quickly rolled Lauren over onto her back and she looked up at him stunned, realizing that she was no longer able to control how quickly Tom was able to penetrate her pussy.

As Tom pushed down with the weight of his body the head of his penis finally disappeared into Lauren's distended pussy and she let out another loud scream.

"Oh God no, please no," cried out Lauren as Tom now pushed the first inch of his massive member into Lauren's widely stretched pussy. "Oh please Tom, stop. I can't take any more. Oh God please, please!"

Lauren was frantic now as she beat against Tom's chest with her fists, "Stop! Stop! Oh God, please stop!"

In spite of her pleading, Tom continued to slowly inch into Lauren's pussy, sending new shock waves of pain through her body. As Lauren tried to beat Tom's chest again, someone had her wrists and was pulling her hands back above her head, pinning them to the bed. As Lauren looked up in alarm, she saw that it was Heather, who looked down at her with compassionate eyes, even as she pinned her arms to the bed.

Heather was down on the bed next to Lauren now and lying next to her, holding her hands directly behind her head. As Tom inched even further into Lauren's unwilling pussy she screamed out again. Not words now, just a blood curdling scream as her pussy was stretched wider and wider.

Lauren was kicking with her legs now, driving the balls of her feet into Tom's back, trying to drive him away. But before she could get her third kick in, someone had her by her ankles, pulling her legs high into the air and wider apart. Although she couldn't see them, she knew it had to be Zack.

Lauren was completely helpless now and at Tom's mercy as he relentlessly pushed his massive cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. With each fraction of an inch, Lauren screamed out again and again. Finally, Heather covered Lauren's mouth with her own and sucked Lauren's tongue in her mouth, continuing to kiss her passionately as she drowned out Lauren's screams.

Tom was about four inches inside Lauren's pussy now and he stopped briefly, to let her pussy adjust to the girth of his cock. Lauren continued to breath hard because she knew from experience what was going to come next. Sure enough, Tom withdrew his cock a couple of inches and then thrust it in a little farther than before. Again and again Tom thrust in and out until he was about eight inches in.

Lauren wasn't screaming any longer, but returning Heather's kisses, thrusting her own tongue into Heather's mouth. Lauren wasn't kicking any longer either and Zack let go of her ankles as Lauren wrapped her legs tightly around Tom's back as he resumed his in and out motion in her pussy.

With each thrust Tom was inching deeper and deeper into Lauren's pussy. When Tom was about eleven inches in Lauren let out a deep moan as Tom inched past where Zack had been able to reach with his cock. With a few more thrusts, Tom was in to the hilt and let his cock fill Lauren's pussy as she could feel it pulsing against the back wall of her now completely filled pussy.

Lauren was moaning constantly now as the feeling of fullness permeated her body. Heather had diverted her attentions to kissing Lauren's neck and kneading her breast as she occasionally pinch her nipple and stretched it out away from her body. Zack was now on her other side, doing the same thing. Lauren was on fire with lust now as Tom's huge cock completely filled her.

Moaning in anticipation at what was yet to come; Lauren squeezed Tom's cock with her pussy now, signaling him, begging him to start ramming her pussy like never before. Tom was quick to accommodate as he pulled his cock almost all the way out before thrusting it back into the hilt. Lauren cried out in pleasure, full once again. 

As Tom continued to thrust his huge cock in and out of Lauren's well stretched hole, she constantly cried out in pleasure and pain as she could feel parts of her pussy that she didn't know existed. The pressure of Tom's cock against the back wall of Lauren's pussy was driving her wild. With each thrust of Tom's cock, Lauren could hear the slurping sound coming from her pussy as she gushed more and more juice and she could feel her ass soaking in the slippery liquid with each of Tom's inward thrusts.

Heather and Zack had Lauren's breasts in their mouths now as they sucked and bit on her nipples and would sometimes suck her entire tit into their mouths.

Tom was gradually beginning to increase the speed of his thrusts as Lauren's pussy continued to explode with pleasure. Lauren was delirious now and she was experiencing one orgasm after another, but wanting more and more.

"Oh God Tom, fuck me hard. Oh God baby, fill me with your huge cock. Fuck me harder, deeper, Oh God deeper, deeper!" cried out Lauren. "Oh please Tom fill my pussy, deeper, deeper. Oh God please, harder, harder!"

Tom was on his knees now, holding Lauren in the air like a rag doll as her body hung in the air with her head barely touching the mattress. Heather straddled Lauren's head now and used her hands to pull Lauren's head up into her pussy as Heather's juices spilled all over Lauren's face and into her mouth

Zack was behind Heather and Lauren could tell he was starting to fuck her ass as his balls hit her forehead each time he buried his cock in Heather from behind. Heather was gushing juice as Lauren continued to lick and suck her clit, with the juice drenching Lauren's hair and filling her mouth as she would occasionally have to swallow to avoid choking.

At the same time Lauren could feel Tom's huge cock starting to pulsate inside her ravenous pussy as it was stretched tightly around his cock. As Lauren felt the first blast of hot cum hit the back of her pussy she cried out loudly again as another orgasmic wave swept across her body. Lauren could tell that Heather was cuming to, as she ground her pussy furiously against Lauren's tongue and lips. Zack was next as Lauren looked back and could see his balls begin to pump his load of cum deep into Heather's ass.

As all three of their bodies convulsed in orgasm, their lustful screams and groans filled the air. Occasionally Lauren would remove her mouth from Heather's needy pussy long enough to cry out herself. "Oh God Tom yes! Fill my pussy with your cum. Oh God Tom, fill me with your hot cum! Oh Tom, Oh baby, cum deep inside me. Fill me with cum! Deeper! Deeper!"

Heather and Zack eventually fell back on the bed, completely spent and breathing hard. As they did, Tom lifted Lauren into an upright position and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she continued to ride his huge cock. Although he had cum, he was still hard and continued to assault Lauren's raging pussy. 

Tom stood up now at the edge of the bed, turning Lauren's body so that three of the cameras could capture every angle of her body and face and continued to fuck her standing up as she clasped her hands behind his neck, arching her back and letting her head fall backward, moving her feet to rest on Tom's hips as she continued to pound her pussy down into Tom's huge cock.

Lauren had a wild look in her eyes as she continued to fuck Tom's cock with abandon, still having one orgasm after another. They continued to fuck standing up for what seemed like forever. Finally, Lauren could feel Tom's cock begin to pulsate again and at the last minute she pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Tom's cock into her mouth as she struggled to wrap her lips around the huge head. 

As Lauren pumped Tom's cock with her hands, they slid freely up and down his shaft, slick with her pussy juice. Tom had his hands on the sides of Lauren's head as he drove his cock into her mouth. The waves of cum blasted into the back of Lauren's mouth as she swallowed furiously, trying to keep up. Lauren struggled to gulp them down, as Wave after wave of cum filled Lauren's mouth. Surprisingly, Lauren only had a few drops dribble out of her mouth and she quickly licked them back inside with her tongue before sucking and licking Tom's cock clean.

Lauren rubbed Tom's cock back and forth across her face as she wiped her own pussy juice onto her smooth skin. Licking and kissing every inch of Tom's cock, Lauren kneaded and kissed his balls as well. Kneading and stroking the length of Tom's shaft, Lauren was now licking the head like an ice cream cone, trying to will Tom's cock back to erection.

"Baby, I need to rest for a while," said Tom in exhaustion.

Lauren looked up at Tom with disappointment in her eyes. "OK," Lauren said finally as she lay back on the bed, tugging Tom's cock so he would lay down next to her.

Rolling close to Tom, Lauren never relinquished her hold on his cock. Scooting up in bed so her head was next to Tom's, Lauren whispered in his ear, "Please promise to be inside me as much as you can while you are here. I need you...I want you...inside me. Please promise me. I promise I'll worship your cock and do whatever you ask. Please!" 

Tom turned his head and slowly pulled Lauren's body up on top of him as he squeezed her ass with one huge hand and used the other to draw her head to his, so he could kiss her deeply, letting their tongues dance in each other's mouths sensuously.

Kissing Lauren's ear, Tom whispered to her softly, "I'm not even close to being done with your sweet little body baby."

"Oh baby, I've never felt so full in my life," whispered Lauren back as she continued to squeeze Tom's cock and kiss his ear in return.

"Sweetness, you haven't even come close to feeling full yet," whispered Tom back. "Just wait until I really fill you. Once I have my cock all the way up your sweet little ass...then you'll be full!"

Tom could feel Lauren's body stiffen suddenly and then begin to tremble. Lauren whispered nothing in return as she lay on top of Tom's body, breathing hard now as several minutes passed. Finally, Lauren's body became less rigid and she squeezed Tom's cock even more tightly than before and then began stroking it softly and sensuously with her hand.

"I'll worship your cock baby. I'll even be your sex slave," promised Laurel as she squirmed atop Tom's muscular body, her flesh was on fire as she felt his hairy chest brushing across her erect nipples. "I'll be your slutty little whore, I promise baby. You can do anything you want to me...but just promise one thing...keep me filled with your huge cock!" With these final words, Lauren laid her head on Tom's shoulder and drifted off into a deep sleep. 

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Lauren slowly began to wake up. At first she didn't know where she was. It was dark in the studio now, except for the instrument lights flickering on the console on the far wall. As Lauren reached out, she could tell that Tom was gone. Looking back, she could also see that Zack and Heather were no longer on the bed either. It was completely silent inside the studio now. There were no windows, so Lauren had no sense of what time it was.

As she scooted off the edge of the bed, Lauren winced from the dull pain coming from her well used pussy. Feeling her way toward the door in the dim light, Lauren could feel something else between her legs with each step...the sense of emptiness. Opening the door, Lauren could see that it was twilight outside. Good, she thought, she hadn't slept that long. 

Lauren wanted to get back upstairs right away, hoping she still had time to be a good hostess and fix dinner for everyone. With every step up the stairway to the main level, Lauren could feel both the mild pain and the sense of emptiness between her legs. How long would it be before she had Tom back inside her, she thought, as she opened the door to the great room? 

There were voices coming from the kitchen on the far side of the great room as Lauren crossed the open space. She couldn't see them yet, because they were hidden from her view by the wall that led back to the stairway up to the master suite. As she turned the corner into the kitchen, Zack, Heather and Tom were behind the counter sorting out the trays from the refrigerator that Lauren had prepared earlier. How strange they looked now standing there stark naked in the middle of the kitchen, thought Lauren?

"You were a busy little beaver this morning in the kitchen, weren't you," said Zack, admiringly.

"She had a busy little beaver in the studio too," said Heather as she and everyone, including Lauren, had a good laugh.

"If you give me a few minutes to take a shower, I'll cook dinner for you," said Lauren.

"I could use a shower too," said Heather. "I'll join you."

"Great idea," said Tom. "While you ladies shower, Zack and I will finish setting things out for you and set the table. Who knows, Zack might even talk me into opening one of those bottles of wine over there on the rack."

As the ladies disappeared around the corner, heading to the master bath to shower together, Tom turned to Zack and said, "Where the hell did you find her, Zack boy, she's another energizer bunny, just like Heather. She actually wore me out."

"I found her when I was doing a commercial gig in New York. She wasn't very experienced... but that body!" said Zack.

"No kidding," agreed Tom. "Sometimes good things really do come in small packages. Do you actually think she is really going to be able to take my monster up her ass?"

"I honestly didn't think that petite little pussy of hers would be able to swallow you whole either, but she did," said Zack.

"Yeah, I was surprised too," agreed Tom. "But are you sure the little ladies ass can handle me?"

"Well, she seems to think so," said Zack as he looked Tom right in the eye. "I couldn't help overhearing her when she was laying on top of your chest and begging you for more cock...even after you told her that her ass was next on the agenda. Call me crazy, but I think she has a crush on you old buddy...at least on that massive muscle of yours!"

"I tend to affect the ladies that way," said Tom laughing. "It must be my captivating personality."

"Yeah, right," chided Zack, "all fourteen inches of your personality!"

"What's the plan anyway?" asked Tom. "Are we just going to play house for a week or do we actually have a game plan for our beautiful new starlet?"

"The studio brought the hammer down on me about a month ago. They made it clear in no uncertain terms that they wanted her lovely ass in the studio, in front of the cameras, working before the end of this week," admitted Zack. "They told me I needed to close the deal. That's why I asked for your help. I need to push her hard for the next few days, so that when I take her to the studio for the first time, she won't be shocked or repelled by the things she is going to be asked to do from now on."

"How do you think she is going to take it when she finds out people have been paying to watch her have sex on the internet for the last few months?" asked Tom.

"There isn't much she can do about it at this point, except take the money she has earned," said Zack. "After all, she was willing to give me a blow job for $40 and some cosmetics the other day, and she's about to find out she has a cool $20,000 in the bank already for her efforts so far. She really doesn't have a legal leg to stand on. She knew the cameras were there and it was consensual sex."

"Call me crazy," said Tom. "But I think you are going to have to fill her in before you get to the studio. If she reacts badly there, this whole thing could blow up in your face. The boss doesn't like messy situations."

"Yeah, you're probably right." admitted Zack. "Let me give it some thought. Maybe we can figure out a way to break it to her here, while we are all together. Judging from her behavior earlier this evening, she'd probably agree to anything if she had your cock inside her!"

"I'll be glad to oblige," said Tom in his most accommodating voice. "Now let's finish setting the table. The ladies should be along any minute. Then you and I can go take our own showers."

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Heather and Lauren had showered together, soaping and washing each other's bodies as well as shampooing each other's hair. Each of them assisted the other in using the shower wand to douche the remaining cum out of their respective pussy and ass.

Having dried and brushed each other's hair, both women were now standing in front of the mirror at the long bathroom counter applying their makeup. Lauren and Heather had been engaging in girl talk and getting to know each other since they headed up the stairway to the large master suite.

"So, you and Tom also work together then?" asked Lauren as they continued to converse.

"Yes, for almost a year now. We get together whenever we can, but our work often takes us in different directions," replied Heather.

"You must get lonely when he is gone," said Lauren, thinking she already longed to have Tom back inside her.

"Far from it," said Heather laughing. "When I'm at work, I almost get more attention than I can handle...and so does Tom. As you have discovered, his special talents are in great demand."




Quid Pro Quo



"What do you mean?" asked Lauren, somewhat confused, as she applied her mascara..

"We work for the same studio that Zack does," didn't he tell you, said Heather as she applied her lip rouge..

"No, he only said that he and Tom were really good friends," replied Lauren.

"Well, that's right. They are really good friends, but we also work together, when we are all in town, and when we are assigned to the same projects," explained Heather as she damped down her lip rouge with a tissue.

"So, Zack's a cameraman and you and Tom are..." Lauren started to ask, before Heather answered the unfinished question.

"We are actors sweetie, and Zack films us with each other and other people," answered Heather, brushing her hair out.

"Do you do TV commercials, Movies? Have I seen you in any..." Lauren started to ask as she was applying her eyeliner.

"No I doubt it sweetie," said Heather, turning toward Lauren and leaning back against the counter now that she was finished. "That bad boy, Zack, he hasn't told you anything about what we do at the studio has he?"

"Well, no," replied Lauren. "I just assumed they filmed commercials, like he did for us, back in New York."

"Not exactly," said Heather, trying to stifle a laugh. "We make erotic films. When Zack is filming us, we are pretty much doing exactly the same thing that we were all doing together this afternoon."

Lauren turned toward Heather, wide-eyed, "You mean you do porn!"

"Well, we prefer to call it erotic cinema," said Heather, smiling broadly at Lauren's surprise. "But yeah, we do porn...but really good porn, I might add. Our studio is regarded as the class of the industry. We have the most beautiful women and the handsomest and best hung guys!"

"Now it is all starting to make sense. No wonder Zack is so good in bed...and no wonder he wants to film me and take photographs all the time," said Lauren, almost to herself. 

"I would want to photograph and film you all the time too. God knows you are beautiful. The camera must just eat you up," said Heather. "You know what, all kidding aside; I really do want to see some of your home movies."

"Are you sure?" asked Lauren, somewhat squeamishly.

"Absolutely!" replied Heather. "As a matter of fact, just to be fair, we can watch some videos of Tom and I, and some of the other people that Zack works with on your big screen tonight. It's connected to the internet, isn't it."

"Yeah, I think so," said Lauren. "I'm not real good on that technical stuff. I leave that to Zack, but I think so."

"Good then," said Heather enthused, "we can watch some movies after dinner tonight."

"That sounds like fun," said Lauren politely, but apprehensively, still trying to absorb all this fresh new information. Suddenly looking up, Lauren asked sheepishly, "Are they all as well hung as Tom?"

"Pretty much, maybe not quite as big, most are about like Zach or a little larger," said Heather as she reached out and stroked Lauren's increasingly wet pussy with her index finger. "Some are even bigger, you'll see tonight!"

Heather moved close to Lauren now and wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling Lauren to her. Their faces were just inches apart as they looked into each other's eyes smiling. Lauren reached up and gently squeezed Heather's breasts as she leaned forward and kissed her, letting her tongue invade Heather's mouth. The two women kissed passionately for a long while, before Heather broke off the kiss.

"Maybe when we are watching the movies you'll see something you want to try later," said Heather, squeezing Lauren's ass cheeks gently and licking her ear. Heather leaned in one last time and kissed Lauren passionately again, before grabbing a couple of tissues and cleaning the smeared lip gloss from each of their faces. "I'll bet the boys are getting hungry. I'll help you in the kitchen; just tell me what to do."

As they headed back down the stairs toward the kitchen, it was finally sinking in to Lauren's head what kind of new friends and what kind of new life she was going to have in LA. Lauren realized now that she was warming to her budding newfound sexuality and Zack and his friends were exciting...especially Tom's enormous cock! 'This ain't Kansas Toto', Lauren thought to herself, not that she had ever actually been to Kansas. 

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Dinner had been a stunning success. Tom, Heather and Zack all complemented Lauren profusely for her prowess in the kitchen. As Heather helped Lauren clear the dishes from the table to the dishwasher, both were a little unsteady on their feet. Lauren looked at the three empty wine bottles on the cadenza and realized that she had drunk far more than she usually would. 

As the girls cleared the last of the dishes, Tom asked mischievously, "so what are we going to do now?"

"I thought we could watch some movies," said Heather coyly. "Anything good on OnDemand or Netflix now?"

"I don't watch that much TV, I don't know," said Tom, his voice not concealing his disappointment.

"Just kidding boys!" said Heather smiling, looking at Zack. "I told Lauren I wanted to watch some of your home movies. And she wants to see some of ours from the studio."

"What a great idea," said Zack, looking right at Heather, as he raised his eyebrow, approaching her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "You are just full of surprises."

"You naughty boy!" whispered Heather in Zack's ear. "You hadn't told that poor little innocent thing what we do for a living...had you." Heather pinched Zack's ass harshly, digging in her finger nails.

"Not yet," whispered Zack, as he flinched from the sudden pain emanating from his ass cheek.

"Well then, why don't we all go relax on the couch and we can have our little night at the movies," said Heather so everyone could hear.

"That's not going to work," said Zack, also so everyone could hear. "This TV isn't connected to the internet, and besides, all our home movies are stored on the computer downstairs."

"OK then," said Heather, taking charge. "Tom, why don't you and Lauren go downstairs and get comfortable and Zack and I will be right along. We'll bring some more wine. After all, these are Pinot Grigio, not popcorn kind of movies. We'll join you in a minute."

As Heather looked over at Tom and Lauren, it was obvious that Lauren didn't need much encouragement, since she already had herself wrapped around Tom's massive frame, kissing and licking his chest as she rubbed her head against his pec muscles. Lauren's breasts were already wrapped around Tom's stiffening cock as she moved her chest up and down, letting Tom's hot cock burn into her cleavage.

"Go on," said Heather, feigning a motherly voice. "You children go downstairs and play nice. We'll be right along."

Tom and Lauren had their arms around each other as they crossed the space to the door, leading down to the studio. As the door closed behind them, Zack was the first to speak.

"You've already told Lauren about the studio?" asked Zack, sounding somewhat alarmed. "I hadn't told her anything yet. Does she suspect anything? Did she ask about all the footage I've shot or the photos?"

"No dear," said Heather calmly. "Right now, I think she thinks that it is just you kinky little hobby, and we can keep it that way for the moment."

"So what did she say when you told her?" asked Zack, with great interest.

"She wanted to know if all they guys' cocks were as big as Tom's." said Heather. "Honestly Zack, I think she is going to be a lot easier to bring along than you think. That's why the big boss is getting frustrated with the situation."

"She talked to you about this?" asked Zack, concerned.

"Of course she did." said Heather. "Tom and I had to tell her where we were going this afternoon. It's not like she wouldn't have known anyway, if she was watching the feeds back into the studio...you know she checks those things constantly...don't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose," said Zack. "What did she tell you to do?"

"Our Goddess on high told me I had better get this train moving down the track," said Heather firmly. "So give me a hand getting another bottle of white wine and four fresh glasses...the big ones.

As Zack retrieved another bottle of Pinot Grigio from the fridge, Heather was fidgeting in her purse, eventually finding a small vial, which she poured into one of the large wine glasses. "Here, let's just fill these things up here, and we don't have to take the bottle with us."

"What's in the vial?" asked Zack.

"Just a little something to make your dream girl a little dreamier," said Heather as she picked up the glass with the contents of the vial in one hand and another glass of wine in the other hand. "You bring the other two glasses of wine along, and let's head downstairs."

"So what's the plan?" asked Zack, realizing he was no longer in control.

"The plan is to fuck that sweet young thing silly!" said Heather decisively. "Tonight we are going to ride her hard and put her away wet. By the time the sun comes up, the boss wants her exorcised of any inhibitions she may still have. Got it?"

"Loud and clear!" said Zack, looking forward to the pleasurable challenge.

As they walked down the stairs to the studio, Heather reassured Zack. 

"Look, the boss knows what she is doing. She has manipulated more sweet young things to give it up on camera than you or I can imagine. Trust me, by the time Tom is through with her, she is going to be just as willing a supplicant as I was!"

"Whatever you say," said Zack as the hit the bottom step. "What's next?"

Heather stopped for a moment and turned toward Zack, who now had a raging hard on.

"You certainly seem to be up to the task," said Heather, noticing that Zack was flying at full staff. Zack flinched as Heather reached out and began to rub one of the cold glasses of wine against the length of Zack's rigid cock. Then she filled him in on her game plan. 

"First we're going to watch some of your home movies. You can pick out the ones you think are most suitable. Then we are going to watch some of ours. I want you to go to our website and make a show of letting Lauren see exactly what we do and how elaborate the operation is. Got that?"

"Yeah," replied Zack.

"Make sure you show a lot of video of Tom and I together. I'd start with the video from my first night at the studio. It includes some DP and that is where we want to end up tonight. First you'll be manning the back door and then we'll let Tom close it, so to speak. Are you with me?"

"Got it!" confirmed Zack.

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Lauren was crouched between Tom's legs as Heather and Zack entered the room, sucking and licking Tom's cock with her mouth as she stroked his shaft with one hand and kneaded his balls gently with the other. Tom was lying back in the bed with his arms wrapped behind his head, enjoying the adoration.

"It's nice to see you children have been playing well together," said motherly Heather, as she and Zack put the four glasses of wine down on the counter in front of the console. Heather made sure to keep Lauren's glass separate from the other three.

Zack began to turn all the monitors on the console on. There was one monitor for each of the cameras surrounding the bed, as well as the two cameras that were discretely mounted in the ceiling. The two overhead cameras were the first to come on as Zack hit the switches on the console. One of the monitors now showed a close-up of Lauren as her head bobbed up and down on Tom's cock and the other monitor showed a wider shot of the entire bed.

As Zack circled the room he turned on the other cameras as well as the additional umbrella lights. For the first time, Lauren was facing the monitors and she watched them come on, one by one, each showing her from a different angle. Lauren was stunned how much she and Tom's naked flesh gleamed warmly in the bright lights, as she continued to worship Tom's prodigious cock.

Finally, Zack switched on the large 60 inch screen to the right of the console monitors. Zack had hit the button to turn on the computer and the splash page appeared on the large screen as the computer booted up. Within a matter of minutes, Zack had a folder open on the screen that contained all the video he had shot of Lauren.

"Why don't we start with this one," said Zack, as he clicked on one of the icons. "This is a compilation of 'our greatest hits', so to speak, that I edited a couple of days ago. This should be a good one to start with...it runs about 30 minutes."

"OK sweetie, come up for air now," said Heather laughing, as she handed Lauren her glass of wine and reclined on the bed right behind her, kissing her shoulder and neck as she moved in close, so their flesh was pressed together. Kissing Lauren's ear, Heather whispered, "It's Showtime!"

Zack handed Tom his glass of wine and then moved around the bed to snuggle behind Heather as he let his wine glass press against Heather's warm bare ass, as she shuddered in surprise.

"Cold, isn't it," whispered Zack in Heather's ear as she playfully slapped his thigh and looked back over her shoulder at him smiling.

Lauren was filled with anxiety as she lay in bed watching three other people, watch her having sex on the large screen. Doing it was one thing, she thought, having people watch her do it was quite another. Lauren was so flustered she quickly finished her wine and handed the empty glass to Tom and he put it on the floor next to the bed. By the time the first video was over, the other three had finished their wine and Zack collected the glasses and put them on the counter next to the console.

As Zach returned to bed, the new video was starting and Lauren could tell right away, that it was from the other night, when Zack took her ass for the first time. Although surprised that Zack would choose this video, Lauren was less apprehensive now. If fact, Lauren felt a warm glow all over her body as she could feel every pour of Tom and Heather's skin as they pressed into each other.

With everyone's hands free now, they all began to explore each other's bodies. Lauren was gently stroking Tom's cock with her head resting on his arm as she watched her ass being taken for the first time on the large screen. Heather had Lauren's clit between her thumb and index finger as she gently massaged it, with Lauren spreading her legs wider to give Heather easier access to her throbbing pussy.

Zack's cock had already found its way deep into Heather's hot pussy and he was kissing her neck and ear from behind as he kneaded her right breast, occasionally tugging on her aroused nipple. Heather leaned back so that Zack could find her mouth with his tongue as they kissed passionately.

By the time the video was over, Lauren had already quietly cum once, with small waves of pleasure sweeping over her body. As her heart rate jumped during the throes of her small orgasm, the drugged wine was finally having its full effect. Heather could tell, from Lauren's limp arms and sleepy eyes, that Lauren would be completely pliable now.

Rolling Lauren over on her back, Heather began to kiss her all over as she kneaded Lauren's breasts and stroked her lower chest and belly with her hand in a massaging motion. Tom was taking turns with Heather, kissing Lauren's mouth, both of them letting their tongues explore deep into Lauren's throat. Tom's index and middle finger were now sliding freely inside Lauren's hot wet pussy as Lauren was lost in a world of pleasure.

"Oh baby, you were so hot up there on the screen. You're an absolute sex goddess," whispered Tom into Lauren's ear.

"Sweetie, you do just absolutely eat the camera," agreed Heather. "It's almost like Zack was making love to you with the lens. You're just so hot on screen. You make me so wet!" 

As if to demonstrate, Heather took Lauren's hand and moved it to her sopping pussy as she spread her legs wide. Lauren's fingers disappeared inside as Heather clasped her thighs tight around them.

Zack had switched to the internet and the studio's homepage was now filling the large screen. As Zack returned to bed, he had the wireless mouse with him to navigate the website.

"Oh look sweetie, sit up, here's our home page," said Heather as she pulled Lauren's increasingly pliable body into a sitting position.

Tom and Heather were on either side of Lauren now as they pressed tightly into her body from each side. They continued to kiss, massage and caress Lauren's body as her chest heaved as her body tingled from the pleasurable attention. Zack was behind her now and Lauren could feel him pressing into her from behind, particularly his rigid cock, which was dripping precum all over the middle of her back.

As Lauren tilted her head back to look at Zack she smiled at him with dreamy eyes as he kissed her long and hard as Tom and Heather began to suck her sensitive and aroused nipples. Lauren's body was on fire as six hands and three mouths continued to kiss and caress her needy body.

For the next hour Lauren watched the large screen as Tom and Heather and countless other beautiful people engaged in every time of sexual act from virtually every position possible. Lauren was in an almost dreamlike state now as she watched the bodies thrust and move sensually on the screen in front of her. With each passing minute Lauren was becoming more and more aroused. 

Lauren's pussy was sopping wet now as Tom and Heather took turns thrusting their fingers inside her. All three of Lauren's sex partners took turns kissing her passionately and stroking and kneading her breasts as she began to sigh, nearing orgasm. Lauren collapsed back into Zack's chest as she began to give over to her animal lust.

Heather could tell that Lauren was close now and she looked at both Tom and Zack, signaling them to stop. "Well, wasn't that fun, sweetie?"

Lauren looked at Heather, then Tom and Zack with longing in her eyes. She was so near orgasm. Why did they stop?

"We can still light up the screen, can't we Tom?" asked Heather trying to reel things back a notch.

"Yeah, I suppose so. What do you think Lauren? You're a fairer judge." asked Tom.

"Yes, Oh yes!" said Lauren, frantic for them to resume their love making.

"And what about Lauren, didn't she just light things up? Didn't she just eat the camera? What do you think Zack? You're the cameraman," asked Heather, hoping he would sense the opening.

"I've never known anyone who could make love to a lens like my baby here," said Zack as he hugged Lauren tight, continuing to knead her breasts sensuously. Sensing what Heather was getting at, Zack decided to try to push things forward. "Watching Lauren on the screen, the only thing that could make the videos more sexy, more sensual, would be if the cameras weren't stationary. That kind of detracts from the overall experience. It is kind of like a musician just playing one note."

"You know," said Heather, "I hadn't thought of that, but you're right. The stationary camera just doesn't do Lauren justice. What do you think Tom?"

"Not at all! This gorgeous creature needs to be seen from every angle and close up. Just like we are, when we're filming at the studio," added Tom, picking up on where Heather was going. These women! Tom thought to himself. Pretty soon the boss would have Heather becoming just as manipulative and devious as she was. Tom just had to smile, as he shook his head.

"Wait a minute," said Heather excitedly. "Zack, aren't these cameras connected back to the studio?"

"Well yeah," said Zack, pretending he didn't know what Heather was getting at.

"Then that is it then. Wow sweetie wouldn't you like to see yourself in your own honest to God erotic movie?" asked Heather, trying to sound breathlessly excited.

Lauren was confused, she had only been able to follow half of the conversation in her current state of arousal and drug induced Nirvana. "Cameras...studio...I don't understand. Cameramen filming me...I don't...erotic movie...with me...other people watching..." said Lauren as she began to slur her words.




Quid Pro Quo



Always on the prowl for "the deal", I am a habitual browser of online coupon services. A couple of years ago, I came across an offer that I couldn't refuse; a 50% reduction for a one-hour massage at Northside Holistic Body Works. I was on it faster than a dog on a fire hydrant.

Ever since my army days in Thailand in 1969, I've been a massage enthusiast. Admittedly, Asian massages are a little bit different than the therapeutic variety offered here in the U.S. Truth be told, they're thinly disguised prostitution services; perfunctory "chop, chop" hand slapping on the back followed by a "happy ending" or a fuck if you wanted to pay more. 

My hope was that if I looked hard enough I'd find a masseuse who could be tempted to cross the ethical line between therapy and prostitution. Regrettably, I had not been successful in this search. It is undeniably true that the vast majority of masseuses are morally upright and honest. This is OK though. Therapeutic massages are, well, therapeutic. Since I had not enjoyed a good massage in quite some time, I was willing to give the Northside Holistic Body Works masseuse a shot at soothing my achy back. So I called and made an appointment for the last Friday of the month.

On the appointed day, I made the 15-minute drive to the address listed in the coupon which is located in the Old Town section of our city. The building in which it is situated on Main Street is a sturdy four story brick structure that had been erected in the 1880s. A code is required for entry and a long flight of stairs leads to the second story offices of Northside. A sign reading, "Please wait outside. A healing session is in progress" is posted on the outer door of Room #200. After trudging up the steep stairwell, I was a bit winded and grateful to plop down on the aged brown loveseat sitting outside the office.

Promptly at 3PM, my scheduled appointment time, a slender mid-30ish woman opened the door and invited me into the outer office. This room, probably 20' X 20', was sparsely furnished with a chair and desk. A bicycle was leaning against the back wall. Two or three paintings hung on this wall, one of which portrayed a slender blond-haired woman clad in short shorts and a tank top lounging in a folding chair on the beach. 

"Is that you in the painting," I inquired.

"Yeah. My mom is an artist. She painted it. By the way, I'm Annette."

"My name is Spencer. I have a discount coupon for you."

Annette took it from me and tossed it on her small tidily arranged desk. "Thanks" she muttered perfunctorily. "Just go through the door, get undressed, climb on the table and give a holler when you're ready."

I did as instructed. As I was undressing, I was mentally processing an image of Annette. 110 pounds or so was distributed on a lean 5'5" frame. Frizzy shoulder length, reddish-blond hair framed a beautiful angular face. She was blessed with high cheek bones, wide-set blue eyes and a narrow, slightly aquiline nose. Funky, outsized rectangular black framed glasses lent a somewhat eccentric touch to an otherwise striking countenance. 

She was wearing a loose fitting beige cotton tank top and was obviously braless. The nipples on her modest chest were hard and clearly visible though the thin fabric. Both arms and shoulders were decorated with large tats. Showcased by her cut-off jean shorts, her legs were nothing short of awesome; long lean and muscular. All in all, except for the obtrusive tattoos, she presented an enticing package. 

"I'm ready", I shouted.

Annette entered the dimly lit room and flicked a switch that activated the audio system. Soothing sounds of waves washing ashore and birds cooing emanated from the two speakers. I initiated some get acquainted banter and Annette responded in kind. I came to learn that she would virtually never initiate a conversation, but would respond amiably when asked questions. Annette invariably began her massages by asking, "What's your body telling you today?" This provided a cue that told her which areas of the body required special or prolonged attention. Annette, like most masseuses, spends most of the allotted time working upper and lower back muscles. The most enjoyable feature of the massage is when she climbs onto the table and positions her knees on my thighs while she rocks back and forth. Every area of the body, save one, is the beneficiary of her ministrations; calves, thighs, shoulders, even the scalp. 40 minutes into the massage, Annette lifts the warm blanket and directs me to turn over onto my back. I comply while she discreetly turns her head away. She works the top of my thigh muscles. Finally, hot towels are wrapped around my face and she gently tugs on the ends to stretch my neck. I know that the session is over when she announces that I am free to get dressed.

At this initial encounter, I was pleased with Annette's massage work, but found that she wasn't overly cordial. I suspected that this is because I was a cheapie discount coupon customer and she wasn't sure that I would be returning for subsequent visits. I allayed her concern when I gave her a $10 tip and set a date the next month for a return visit.

The massage routine on subsequent visits seldom varied. But something was clearly changing in the relationship between Annette and me. Our exchanges were becoming more personal, even intimate. I learned that Annette had moved to Utah from Hawaii and that she was divorced and had a prepubescent son who lived with his native Hawaiian dad on Oahu. Jayce visits occasionally and it was obvious that Annette relished their time together. Her dad is a retired military guy and her mother an artist. She has a twin sister. We discovered that despite our age difference (Annette is 37 and I am 69), we had much in common. We're both bicyclists and fitness fanatics, enjoy opting out of clothing at clothing optional hot springs, partake of weed from time to time and generally share predictable liberal social views. We had become comfortable enough with each other that we could share relationship issues and challenges. We were abandoning our defenses and letting our emotional guards down.

This was quite satisfactory to me. From the first time I laid eyes on Anna I knew that I wanted to photograph her nude. As an amateur photographer, I dabbled in doing boudoir shots. Securing models though Craig's List, I paid them $100 and photographed them clad in lingerie, topless and totally nude. I'd like to claim that my interest in this hobby was totally aesthetic, but that would be a transparent lie. To be sure I do have an eye for finding the artistically pleasing shot, but the bottom line is I'm erotically charged when I look at nude women. Absolutely shameful and shocking, I know.

My dilemma was that I didn't know how or when to broach this subject with Annette. Initially, I feared that propositioning her to model nude would be deemed inappropriate and she would be offended. As time progressed and we engaged in conversations about visiting "clothing optional" hot springs, it became evident that Annette was an uninhibited free spirit who appreciated her lean, athletic body and didn't mind in the least if others appreciated it also. Finally, about one year into our masseuse-client relationship, I discreetly broached the topic.

"Anna, you have such a wonderful, lean figure. Have you ever done any modeling?"

"Yeah I have", she responded. "I've signed more release forms than I can count." 

She didn't elaborate specifically on the kind of modeling that she had done and I didn't pursue the issue. Obviously, I was encouraged that she might be willing to pose for me.

I had faithfully kept my once a month Friday afternoon appointments for over a year and a half. However, Eventually, circumstances forced me to cancel and re-schedule an appointment. It wasn't until two months later that I got around to scheduling another appointment. Annette blew off my initial texts, and I was considering looking for a new masseuse. Finally she got back to me and we set up an appointment for the last Friday of the month.

"I was beginning to think that I had been bumped from your favorites list" I chided when she opened the door to let me in.

"Oh no", she responded. "It's just that I've been unusually busy. Go hop on the table and I'll be in after I take off these boots."

I stripped down, jumped on the table, covered myself with the heated blanket, and shouted through the closed door, "Ready when you are."

Annette promptly entered the room and quickly got down to business. Since we hadn't seen one another in a couple of months, we had some catching up to do. 

"How have you been", she queried.

"I've been OK. Carolyn and I have a bike trip to the Massachusetts North shore scheduled for late June that we're looking forward to."

'Great! Enjoy yourselves and have fun!"

"I'm sure we will. What have you been up to lately?" I asked

"Yesterday I spent five wonderful hours at Sunset Hot Springs", she enthused.

"I'm not sure I'm familiar with them," I said. 

"Sunset is near Penrose. It's basically a big swimming pool where clothing is optional. I opt for no clothing," she responded teasingly.

I conjured a vision of Annette cavorting nude for five hours at the hot springs. I could visualize in my mind's eye her small bare breasts, toned and sculpted legs and cleanly waxed vagina. This alluring thought stimulated a slight erection which was fortunately contained since I was lying on my stomach.

"Cool," I said as I gulped hard.

Changing the subject, I inquired about how Annette's love life was going. At our last session, she mentioned that she had just broken up with her long-time boyfriend.

"Have you started dating again", I asked.

"Yeah, I've met some guys that friends fixed me up with and I've had a few other dates. Some guys are turned off by the fact that I have a kid, even though I don't have primary custody of him and the 20-somethings that I've met are immature and clueless. It's difficult finding a guy with the characteristics that I'm looking for."

"And what would those characteristics be?", I inquired.

"I'm into B&D, she explained. "Not the kind where some guy puts a chain around my neck and leads me around like a dog. But I want to be the submissive. In this job, I'm in control and the client is passive. I want to be in a situation where the roles are reversed. I want to get nude with a guy who will force me face down onto a four poster bed, tie my wrists and ankles to the posts and flog me hard enough so that real pain is inflicted. It's hard finding the right partner because some guys really hate women and will be abusive while others are too gentle and don't flog me hard enough so that I get what I'm looking for."

"There really is a thin line between pleasure and pain," I observed. Carolyn gets off on having her nipples pinched", I offered. 

"I have nipple rings, so that wouldn't do it for me", Annette responded.

I sensed that Annette was treading some potentially dangerous turf here and was concerned about her safety. "Annette, be careful that you don't get more than you're looking for", I warned.

"I know", she responded. That's why I always let my sister know when I'm going out on these dates. She insists that I call her when I get back from them."

Wow. B&D, nipple rings, flogging? Who could have predicted that our conversation would take such a titillating direction? 

After this bizarre exchange, there was little doubt that Annette would not be offended if I asked her to pose for me. Posing nude is pretty tame fare compared with getting flogged. So, I plunged in.

"Annette, you mentioned that you had done some modeling. What kind of modeling did you do?" I asked.

"I had a few commercial jobs and did some posing for free-lance artists. Also did some nude modeling. I actually enjoyed lounging around naked waiting for the artist to do his thing," she offered.

This seemed to be the perfect opportunity to make the pitch I had been waiting over a year to make. 

"I'm an amateur photographer and have done several nude and semi-nude shooting sessions. I'm not real experienced at this kind of photography and it really helps if the model knows what she's doing. Annette, I've always been turned on by your long, lean, graceful lines. I'd love to work with you on a photo shoot."

"Yeah, I'd be up for that", she responded. I know which angles I photograph best at and can really help you out in taking some decent shots. I've been thinking that I'd like to do some outdoor shots at the Garden of the Gods."

"Interesting you should mention the outdoor shots", I replied. I've always felt that shooting outdoors is an advantage to amateur photographers since they don't have to worry as much about lighting and backgrounds. I did some photos at Arches National Park that turned out halfway decent. I'm glad we're on the same page on this photo shoot deal", I enthused.

After finishing my massage, I dressed and returned to the outer office, gave Annette her $60 and made my June appointment. 

"Wednesdays and Thursdays are my days off and work best for me. Text me and we'll find a time and situation that works for us", Anna said as I walked out of her office.

"Awesome!" I thought. "Mission accomplished! She's good to go."

My strong inclination was to set up an outdoor shoot at a nearby park. Our area is characterized by many locations that feature unusual sandstone rock formations. They make for excellent photographic backdrops; interesting shapes, colors and textures. Besides, if you shoot at the right time of day, shadows are cast which enhance the attraction of the photo. Located in nearby Red Rocks State Park, the Siamese Twins would be an ideal location.

The "twins" are actually two similar sandstone towers that stand side by side about fifteen feet apart. Each is approximately forty feet of high and looks like a gigantic stack of pancakes. The towers are connected by a horizontal rock bar that gives them the appearance of ponderous stone goal posts. A natural window is formed between the towers. It's a popular spot for photographers since a 13,000 foot snow-capped mountain can be seen through the rock "window." A photographic subject perched in the window can be framed in such a way that Mount Davis is clearly visible in the background. I'd always wanted to photograph an attractive scantily clad female model in the window of the twins.

True to the Western theme I wanted to portray, I wanted my model clad in a denim shirt, short cut-off blue jeans, cowboy boots and ten-gallon hat. Since Mount Davis is situated west of the twins formation, shooting would have to be done shortly after dawn to take advantage of the soft light.

I emailed these ideas to Annette adding that I wanted to include some topless shots to enhance the sexy cowgirl motif'. She was good with these ideas and proposed that they be taken a step further. If conditions permitted, she suggested that she pose nude. Needless to say, I had no objections. We set a tentative date for the shooting to be dome in three weeks.

The weather cooperated as the sun was shining brightly without a cloud in the sky on the appointed day. Annette and I had agreed to meet at a small parking lot about a quarter of a mile below the Twins. Characteristically prompt, she was waiting for me when I pulled up in my Outback. She had ridden her bicycle which was propped up against a Pinon tree. Annette was sitting on a large rock and arose as I approached. She had followed my instructions to a T as she was clad in a beaded blue denim shirt, very short and tight jean cut-offs and mid-calf length brown cowboy boots. She was cradling her ten-gallon hat in her right arm. I couldn't help but appreciate her long, lean, and well-toned legs. The cut-offs showed them to good effect. I swallowed hard as I noticed that her legs weren't the only body part accented by her short jeans. A camel toe was clearly visible at her crotch.

"Hey, Annette, good morning", I announced. "You look simply awesome, Annie Oakley." 

"Who's Annie Oakley?" she asked.

I flushed with embarrassment as I realized how dated this comment sounded. There's nothing like advertising your age difference than by making reference to a 1880s sharp-shooting cowgirl. 

"She was an 1880s cowgirl," I curtly explained. "Ready to do some shooting?", I inquired.

"Let's do it!" she responded with more enthusiasm than I expected.

Together we trekked the short quarter mile up to the Siamese Twins. Fortunately, no hikers appeared to be in the area and we could get right down to business. Annette climbed into the window and I began coaching her on the poses that I wanted her to assume. The initial series of shots called for her to position herself in the window and assume profile poses with her long, bare legs extended and bent at a 60 degree angle. In these shots, she was fully clothed, complete with 10-gallon hat and funky outsized sunglasses. I took 10-15 shots and then directed her to maintain her legs in the same position and unbutton her western shirt. Both breasts were covered, but her chest was partially bared. I called these shots "teasers" because they were a preview of coming attractions. 

The final series of photos that I had planned were topless shots. Annette removed her shirt and placed it well outside of shooting range. This was my first opportunity to see her breasts. As I expected, she was basically flat chested with small, pink areolas and longish erect nipples. Both nipples were pierced and decorated with small gold rings. The butterfly tats on her chest extended within an inch of her areolas. I was totally turned on by the thought of her lying topless on her back as the male tattoo artist etched his creations on her bare chest. I imagined her wincing in pain as the needle pierced her gorgeous nipples and the artist tenderly pinched and inserted a ring in each nipple. Tattoo artists certainly enjoy some nice fringe benefits, I thought. I hoped that my erection was not too visible.

I probably did 25 topless shots. Some were taken from 10 feet out and captured snow-capped Mount Davis in the background while others were close-ups that focused on the colorful butterfly tattoo that graced her modest chest. The last shot focused on Annette's small pierced tits with Mount Davis in the background. 

"That should do it" I announced as I started packing up my Nikon 3300D.

"Not so fast", she shot back. "We haven't seen a hiker for the last half hour. Let's tempt the fates and do some nude shots."

An involuntary flush of excitement surged through my body as she made this suggestion, but I was ambivalent about it. So far, we had lucked out as no hikers had stumbled upon the scene, but there was no guarantee that our luck would hold out. The Twins were, after all, a popular hiking destination in the park. I could just imagine a troop of boy scouts coming upon this scene and gaping at the naked tattooed girl and the old man. It would certainly make a titillating story for the morning paper.

For once, I unleased my adventurous side. "If you're OK with it, who am I to argue?" I responded. "Let's go."

Annette quickly jumped down from the sandstone rock window, unzipped her jean shorts and stepped out of them. She then removed her flesh colored thong panties. Five feet in front of me, she stood fully nude with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips. I glanced down at her pubic area which clean shaven. The lips of her pussy were visibly swollen. No wonder they formed such a nicely defined camel toe underneath her shorts, I thought.

"I waxed last night. Can you tell" she teasingly asked.

" I hadn't noticed," I lied. I'm sure my face was shaded seven tones of red. "Hop up in the window" I directed. "Let's get these shots in before someone comes along."




Quid Pro Quo



The shots, taken in profile and three-quarter profile, were actually quite modest and, I dare say, aesthetic. The photos highlighted Annette's lean and shapely legs and her breasts and crotch were discreetly concealed. I was able to get in fewer than ten quick shots before we sensed that we were about to have company. Anna dismounted from the window and quickly retreated behind the sandstone rock columns to dress.

I walked behind the stone formation to join her as she was zipping up her shorts. "That was a close call" I observed. "But we got the job done." We then walked the quarter mile to the trailhead. 

"Thanks, Annette. That was great. Let me get your check. It's in my car."

Annette quickly grabbed my arm and said, "I don't want your check."

"But sweetie", I protested, you took time from your schedule to do this for me and I know that you can use the money."

"I can use the money" she admitted. "And I do expect payment in kind. But not in the form of money."

"What's this 'payment in kind' that you have in mind" I asked." You know I'll do anything for you."

"I told you during our last massage session that I was into BDSM" she reminded me. "Well, I want you to play master to my submissive."

"I'm not into that stuff" I protested. "I don't know a damn thing about BDSM."

"Don't worry about it. I'll tell you everything you need to know" she responded reassuringly. "I've also got all the special equipment we'll be using."

I was totally flummoxed. My heart was beating like a hummingbird's and I was sweating profusely. I also had an erection. "OK, Annette. We'll see what kind of a teacher you are and what kind of a student I am. I'll do it" I croaked. "Let the games begin."

I wasn't at all sure where we were going to go with this. As far as BDSM practices were concerned, I was a novice. Annette had given me some general guidance when she raised this topic during our last massage session. She likes to play the sub, but wasn't interested in being led around in a dog collar and she expressed a desire to be restrained and flogged. 

I had some ideas of my own. The role-playing required in a BDSM relationship held great appeal to me. Who wouldn't enjoy stepping out of their own skin for a while and escaping into a world of erotic fantasy? I researched some common role-playing scenarios; boss-secretary, doctor-patient, and teacher-student. The last of these required minimal imagination on my part since I had been a high school teacher. I thought that Annette's desires could be accommodated within this scenario. I texted her with these ideas and a week later, she got back to me.

"Yes sir. If it would please you, I'll do my best to meet your needs" she responded. 

We were scheduled to have one more massage session before the tentative time frame that we had established for the "special event." I scheduled a two-hour appointment since I wanted to clarify some ground rules for our little role-playing drama. 

Annette's second floor studio was unusually warm. She was dressed in a skimpy tank top and short cut-off jeans and was typically bare-footed. Given that the previous massage session had taken flight from established professional protocol, I decided to push my luck and try to cajole her into engaging in some highly unprofessional behavior. 

Annette dimmed the lights and turned on the soothing ocean waves and seagull cooing audio loop. She worked my back and legs as usual and we engaged in superficial patter. When she directed me to turn over onto my back, I decided to re-direct the topic of conversation. I asked a question that I had always been curious about.

"Annette, what do you do if your client gets an erection?"

"It depends on how well I know the client" she responded. There's several ways to deal with it. I can ask the client to flip over on his stomach and work his back. This will re-direct the blood flow from his penis to his back muscles or I can ignore it and continue my work as usual."

"Is there a third way?" I teasingly inquired.

"Happy endings are unprofessional" she scolded. "That's what prostitutes do."

Ignoring her atypical moralistic comment, I pressed on. "It's hotter than hell in here, sweetie. You must be roasting. Why don't you slip off your tank top" I suggested.

Crossing her arms and grasping the bottom of the tank top with both hands, she lifted it over her head and indignantly replied, "I'm a professional masseuse, not a prostitute, mister."

"I know you are dear and I respect you for that" I responded reassuringly as I stared at her butterfly tattoo, her perfectly round pink areolas and pert little nipples festooned with gold rings. Very quickly a firm erection formed that produced a tent under the thin white sheet.

"Oh my" I said in a low voice. "Look what's happened!"

"You, mister, are very naughty. I'm going to have to do something about that" she whispered as she retreated to the shelves at the foot of the massage table. She picked up a nondescript small bottle and squirted a small amount of its contents on one hand and lightly rubbed both hands together. 

When she returned to the table, she gently stroked my erect penis with the KY lubricant. She alternated firm, but gentle strokes of the shaft of my cock with teasing rubs of the head. My heart was pounding as I sensed seminal fluid rising through my penis as the intensity of the stroking accelerated. I watched Annette's nipple rings jiggle up and down as the stroking intensified and moaned in ecstasy as an explosion of cum sprouted several inches into the air and came to rest on my stomach.

"Oh my God Annette, that was beyond belief! I gushed.

Annette was wiping her hands with a clean towel. "That," she purred "was the third way."

At the conclusion of the therapy I quickly dressed and returned to the outer office so that we could negotiate the details of the main event.

The most important detail to be decided was establishing the boundaries of the role-play. We both agreed that we would follow the SSC guidelines (safe, sane and consensual). We briefly discussed whether it was desirable to engage in a formal written agreement. We mutually dismissed this idea since we had had a relationship of two years duration and felt comfortable around one another. We also agreed that edge play was unacceptable and that a safe word was a must.

"How about 'Hillary Clinton"? I suggest facetiously. We both had a good giggle at that.

"Really cute, mister. I think redrum would be better, she retorted.

"Brilliant!" I responded. "Redrum it will be."

Having agreed to the basic ground rules, we set a date two weeks later for the main event. Annette insisted that she host the performance at her apartment which was located in a Victorian mansion on the city's North End. This made good sense since the equipment that we would be employing was located there. I immediately agreed. The deal was on.

A flurry of text messages were exchanged between us before the main event. Since I was cast as the dom, I was to dictate Annette's clothing apparel and the location of the action. I wanted her dressed in ultra-feminine clothing; a flowered, light cotton mid-thigh length dress, a training bra, red nylon bikini panties and girlish patent leather shoes with a thin strap and buckle. The initial setting would be a second bedroom in her apartment that she used as an office. I also provided her with a basic backstory for the drama that would unfold.

We agreed that I would appear at her apartment promptly at 8 to begin our session. The building that housed Annette's apartment was a three story Victorian mansion that had been built as a single-family residence. Since its construction in the 1880s, it had fallen into disrepair. The gray paint was peeling and deterioration was visible around the windows and doors. Besides Annette's place, there were eight other apartments in the building. Her residence was 7B.

I knocked loudly on her door. Annette promptly responded and let me in. "Mister McAllister, What a surprise. What brings you here sir?"

Annette had dressed perfectly for the role. She was clad in a short flimsy white cotton dress that was festooned with pink and lavender flowers. She had arranged her frizzy reddish-blond hair in pigtails and was wearing shiny little patent leather shoes and short white cotton socks. Her outsized rectangular glasses lent a scholarly touch to her otherwise childish appearance. Most provocative of all, her red bikini panties were clearly visible underneath her dress. She made quite the comely, naughty little school girl.

"Annette, I have to say that I'm quite disappointed with you. You have nine unexcused absences from my class, have failed to turn in six assignments and are failing government. I've come to tell you that you will not be graduating with your class."

"Mr. McAllister, sir, that can't be. My parents have already planned my graduation party. They'll be devastated if I don't graduate. What can I do pass your class?"

"Regrettably, Annette, there's nothing you can do" I responded.

"Mr. McAllister, sir, I'll do ANYTHING for you, if only you will give me a passing grade" she pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Annette. There's nothing that can be done at this point unless..."

"Unless what, sir? I will do whatever it takes to please you" she responded.

"Annette, there is one recourse that we have, but it will require that you submit to a severe regime of discipline. You must do everything that I tell you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir, I do" she responded.

"Annette, I want you to understand that I am compelled to administer the most severe form of corporal punishment, it will be extremely painful. Can you accept that?" I asked.

"Yessir, I'm willing to do anything for you."

"In that case, let's begin" I announced. "Go to my office" I commanded. She quickly scurried into the office as I followed close behind. 

"Now, I need you to take off your dress" I directed. Annette clasped the hem of the dress with both hands and lifted it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Dressed in red panties and her white training bra, she was visibly trembling. "Now place both hands on the desk, spread your legs and bend over" I directed as she complied with my demands.

"Before I begin administering your punishment, it is necessary that I perform a cavity inspection. Remove your panties." Quickly she slipped her red panties off and tossed them on top of the dress. 

I sidled up behind Anna, put a latex glove on my right hand and jammed three fingers into her pussy. She winced as I manipulated them inside her wet vagina.

"Your punishment is to begin" I announced. "Would you prefer to wear your panties or leave them off" I asked.

"No panties, sir" she meekly responded.

"So be it. Brace yourself Annette" I warned.

I grasped the black riding crop in my right hand, flicked my wrist back and administered the first of the ten lashes to Annette's buttocks that was due. The first was delivered with minimal force and induced a grimace and slight groan. Each succeeding stroke was delivered with accelerating force and speed. By the sixth lash of the crop, Annette was whimpering loudly as tears streamed down her face. The ninth and tenth lashes induced shrill screams and hysterical wailing. I expected that I would derive no pleasure from inflicting pain on another human being. I'd always thought of myself as a sensitive and gentle soul. Besides, I was here participating in this melodrama only because Annette had insisted upon it. Much to my shock and dismay, I found myself becoming increasingly aroused as the beating intensified. By the time the battery upon Annette's body had ceased, I had a sizeable erection.

She had survived the first phase of her treatment in stellar shape. We then proceeded to the next phase, the second half of the performance if you will. As soon as Annette had regained her composure, I directed her to proceed to the bedroom.

She stood at the foot of the bed with her eyes downcast and awaited my next instructions. I noticed that her ass was beet red and that lash marks were visible. Trickles of blood oozed from the wounds. "Annette, take off your bra, lay face up on the bed, extend your arms toward the posts and spread your legs." 

She obeyed these instructions and I clasped a set of handcuffs on each wrist. As soon as her arms were secured, I locked her ankles into an Andrews Cross. As she lay helpless on the bed, I gently lifted her head and slipped a blindfold on. I was about to subject her to the Wartenberg Wheel. This simple device resembled a pizza cutter with one crucial difference. Sharp needles were attached at one centimeter intervals around the wheel. The ostensible purpose of this instrument was to test nerve reactions. I was quite aware that employing this device was flirting with edgeplay. As I had never used this device before and I didn't wish to harm Annette, I decided to test it on my own body. I rolled up my right pant leg and very gingerly rolled it along my calf. This generated a stinging sensation similar to an insect bite or contact with thorns; unpleasant to sure, but not inordinately painful. It didn't require much extrapolation to realize that intensifying the pressure on the device would inflict excruciating pain.

"Annette, I'm about to stimulate sensations in different parts of your body. I want to warn you in the severest terms that it's absolutely imperative that you REMAIN TOTALLY STILL. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yes sir, I do" she whispered. I could see that she was trembling ever so slightly.

Without warning, I gently rolled the wheel about three inches along her right forearm. She winced slightly, but otherwise displayed no reaction. Next I positioned the instrument just below her left shoulder, applied slight pressure and moved the wheel six inches down toward her elbow. Again, there was minimal reaction. I decided to increase the level of pain and placed the wheel on her right inner thigh and rolled it toward her crotch. This stimulated a more intense reaction as she whimpered audibly and tears formed in the corners of both eyes. Despite my instructions to remain still, she writhed slightly on the bed. This called for an admonishment.

"God damn it Annette. I told you to keep still. Now you will be punished for disobeying my instructions" I shouted.

Annette had mentioned that she derived little sensation from having her nipples pinched. I was eager to put this belief to the test, I carefully placed the wheel on the outer edge of the areola of her right breast, exerted moderate pressure and rolled the wheel over her nipple. This drew blood and caused her to yelp in pain. She was sobbing loudly.

"Well I see that you do have some residual sensation in those tiny tiitties of yours" I cruelly teased. 

"Please, please" she sobbed. But no safe word was forthcoming so I continued my exploratory journey. I moved the wheel down to her crotch and placed it oh so tenderly on the engorged lips of her sweet vagina. Exerting minimal pressure I moved the wheel about two centimeters. Tears streamed out of her tightly closed eyes and she moaned loudly. She was breathing heavily and her chest heaved up and down. My mission had been to locate the intersection of intense pain and erotic ecstasy. Gently moving the wheel across the bare lips of her beautiful pussy, I struck pay dirt as Annette screamed and thrust her pelvis upward with a jerk. Fortunately, I was able to anticipate this reaction and had quickly withdrawn the Wartenberg Wheel. Her pelvic thrusts intensified as she succumbed to her intense orgasmic contractions.

"REDRUM, motherfucker, REDRUM!" she screamed.

Anna's respiration slowly returned to normal and her body relaxed. She was totally spent and I was drenched in sweat. The experience had been more intense that either of us had anticipated. I released her ankles from the spreader bar and unlocked the cuffs from her wrists. Next I carefully inspected her body for evidence of the activities just concluded. Her buttocks continued to glow bright red and lash marks remained visible. The wheel had created small puncture wounds that drew miniscule amounts of blood. Most of these wounds would heal within a week or two I concluded.

"Well dear, did you get what you were looking for?" I asked.

Holding her thumb and forefinger a centimeter apart, she hissed at me, "you were that close to violating the terms of our oral agreement, you cocksucker." 

"Am I to interpret that comment to mean that our experiences in the realm of BDSM are over?" I inquired.

"Look asshole, just be here at the same time one month from today, Now get the fuck out of here" she commanded. I couldn't quite tell whether I detected a slight smile or not. END.