6 comments/  330944 views/  35 favorites

The Reception

By: thehumpman



Just great I just found out my dad had to leave for a long weekend business trip and he asked me to take my mom to a wedding. I really did not know the couple; my dad said the bride was the daughter of one of his associates at work. I was hoping I would have the house to myself for a while and then go out with some friends without having my parents around to bother me. Now I had to escort my mother to a wedding for people I did not know, man I sure hope I will be able to sneak some booze while mom is not looking.

Well the wedding was on Saturday so I got up early showered and shaved so my mom could have the bathroom for as long as she needed. Now usually my mother dresses very conservatively, she usually has on conservative blouses and slacks. Whenever I have seen her dressed up for social occasions she would wear a nice skirt and blouse, maybe a jacket, never anything sexy.

When I finished putting on my tie I headed down to the living room to wait for my mother to come downstairs. About an hour later she finally came downstairs and I was stunned at what I saw. My forty two year mother came down stairs in a stunning short black skirt that was cut mid thigh and a sleeveless blouse that fit very snuggly showing off her ample breasts.

My mom had her mid length blonde hair perfectly styled and up, which allowed her to show off the diamond earrings she was wearing and the pearl necklace she had around her neck. I rarely ever saw her in makeup, yet her face was painted like it was a masterpiece.

"Wow mom you really look great!" I said with a whistle to boot.

"Thanks Billy, you look nice as well." She said. "You think I will need a jacket?"

"Maybe for later, it should be plenty warm enough." I told her.

It was about a forty five minute drive to the church where the wedding was being held and the service lasted around a half an hour. Then we drove for about fifteen minutes to the banquet hall where the reception was being held. We found our table and took a seat, several people who had obviously known my parents came up to my mother trying to find out where my father was and to pay their regards. 

The food was buffet style and after the usual wedding fare there was a band for dancing. My mother commented that there were several attractive young ladies for me to dance with. I told her I did not want to dance and would rather just sit back, she however danced with a few men whom she claimed knew my father from work. I was intrigued as a couple of these guys took bold moves in trying to grab my mom's ass or boob while they slow danced. I have never looked at mother as a sexual object until tonight, something came over me when she was dancing with this short bald man who kept trying to cup her round ass.

"Excuse me, may I cut in?" I asked.

"Yes please do." My mother said.

"Wow when dad is not around his friends turn into wolves." I mentioned.

"Yes it is usually like this when he is around too, I only do it to be polite." She responded.

"Well you won't have to dance with anyone else the rest of the night, I will dance with you so you can be safe." I announced.

"Well my hero!" she said giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I guess I can also take this as a good opportunity to have some fun and get a little drunk tonight. Seeing how I have my big strong son to take care of me."

"You can do whatever you want tonight mom." I said.

She was right in what she said, she ordered several drinks as the night progressed, her speech slurred and she was having some trouble with motor skills as we danced a few more times that night. Finally I she told me she thinks she had enough and I helped her out to the car, I got a good view of her well toned legs as she got in. I can not believe I never noticed her body before, her ample breasts felt firm as I held when we danced, when she led me to the floor the sway of her round ass was intoxicating and now I saw how beautiful her legs were.

On the ride home she leaned her head against the door and quickly fell asleep, I could hear a light snoring coming from the passenger side of the car as we drove. At the first stop light I realized her skirt had ridden up and I could see that she had on black lace garters and panties to match. I could not resist, I reached down and ran my hand up a stocking clad thigh. Then I finally got to her panties and pulled the fabric aside, I could feel the dampness from her pussy. It was hot, so I began to rub her wet pussy with my free hand and drove with my other.

All the way home I rubbed and then eventually fingered my drunk mothers wet pussy, I was even shocked when in her drunken stupor she began to hump my fingers moaning softly as she did. When we got to our driveway I straightened her out and then I got her up and into the house. She plopped down in the recliner in the living room and kicked off her heels, she slurred a few words I did not understand and then she passed out.

This was my chance I gently reached up and undid her garters, and then I slid down her panties. I took them and put them to my nose to inhale her musk fragrance, and then I took both of her legs and put them on the arms of the chair. I had her pussy now face level and buried my face to it; I licked and sucked at her pussy. My tongue found her clit and I shoved two fingers up inside her tight snatch.

"oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She moaned softly without opening her eyes.

As she did in the car her hips began to buck and she was now fucking my fingers, I could not believe all the juice as my tongue was working extra hard to keep up. My mom just kept moaning softly and bucking her hips as my tongue kept on her clit.

"cccumming." She said incoherently.

Once I had gotten her off I stood up and pulled out my now hard seven inch cock, I positioned myself just right and slid it in easily to the hilt. I pounded my incestuous meat in and out of the place I came from eighteen years prior. As before my mother just laid there emitting the same soft moans and incoherent utterances. Soon I could take no more and I shot my load inside of her cunt, spurt after spurt of my incestuous seed filled her pussy.

I cleaned her up after I was done, in a half assed effort I managed to get her panties on most of the way. I put her feet up and covered her with an afghan that was on the couch, I went up to my own room going fast asleep.

It must have been just past dawn when I felt something I have never felt in my bed before. My mother was sucking on my limp cock; she was expertly bringing it to life within her wet soft mouth. I moaned aloud as she got it hard to its full length, she stopped and reached for her blouse pulling it off. Then she took off her black lace bra to reveal her big ripe firm tits. I went to say something and she put a finger to my lips; she then took off her skirt. She no longer had on her panty hose, garters or panties she must have removed them before coming into my room.

She then climbed on top of me and grabbed my hard cock to line it up with her pussy; once she got it into place she impaled herself on to it. She placed both of her hands above my shoulders and began to ride my cock. I took my hands and ran them over her body; I then found her firm tits and played with them, gently pulling on her fat nipples.

Once she announced very loudly that she was cumming she then got off of me and stood on the floor. I wondered what she wanted and just laid on my bed dumbfounded until she told me.

"Get up baby and fuck me from behind." She said.

She had leaned forward and placed both hands on my dresser; I stood up and spread her legs. I positioned my cock to her pussy and shoved it inside of her pussy; I fucked her like a jackhammer on a city street pounding it to her good and hard.

"Yes you motherfucker fuck me hard dammit." She growled.

I reached up under and roughly grabbed her tits; I tweaked, pulled and twisted her nipples while we fucked. She reached behind her with one hand digging her long nails into my thigh; the other reached up and pulled my hair.

"AH, AH, AH, AH, FUCK I HARD, FUCK ME, AH, BABY FUCK MOMMY I'M CUMMING ON MY SON'S COCK!" She screamed aloud.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I yelled shooting my cum into pussy

We lay quietly on my bed for several minutes trying to recover from the rough fucking we just had in my room. Finally my mom explained to me what had happened, she said she woke from a very erotic dream she had that I had fucked her last night.

She reached down to rub her pussy and she found my cum was still oozing out of her, this made her feel very horny. She said she masturbated in the chair yet it was not enough for her, she wanted to get fucked by a real cock. 

Even though she was apprehensive about the fact that I took advantage of her when she was in her drunken state last night, it turned her on that a young man like myself still found her attractive. She said she came into my room this morning and found me sleeping naked; she could not resist the opportunity to get fucked by a young man again.

"Mom if guys my age realized how hot you really are they would constantly be hitting on you." I said

"Really, I don't know if I could dress like I did last night on a regular basis." She said. "Your father wants us to keep up a good conservative appearance for his clients."

"Mom after last night I realized what a beautiful sexy woman you are, you have a sexual beast just dying to get out." I explained.

"Yes I have not had sex like that since your father and I first got married, our sex life is boring. I tried to spice it up a few times but he is more involved with his work than with our marriage." She said with some tears in her eyes.

"Then mom, I want to have an affair with you. I want to spice up your life and treat you like the beautiful sexy woman you are." I announced.

"Oh baby, this has to end before your dad gets back." She sighed.

"Mom, I love you. Let me give you what dad can't" I said rolling her over onto her back.

"Oh my this is such a tempting offer." She giggled.

My cock was already recovered and I slid it in easily, we began to thrash on the bed. The headboard was beating a steady beat as I pounded my cock in and out of my mother again.

"Yes baby, yes I don't want you to stop fucking me, make me feel like a woman again." She said while we made love.

With that I took her legs up onto my shoulders and shoved my cock into her deeply, I knew from this day forward my mother was going to let me fuck her sexy body whenever either of us needed it. 

The Reception



The intense sun reflected from the white of the tent would have blinded me except for the sunglasses. Stepping out of the car I was struck by the contrasting colors; the rust red cliffs surrounding the valley, the green of the pasture offsetting the brown of the sage brush laden hills in-between, the pure white of the tent and pasture fence, the off white of the parking lot gravel. The first impression of solid colors as my eyes surveyed the hills and valley changed as my eyes adapted from following the blacktop ribbon of the road. Reds blended to browns, browns to grays and greens, greens to grays and browns. Nearer in, the caterers were backed up to the tent unloading food and drinks in preparation for the party about to begin.

"There's Shelly," my wife Kathy said "we're only 20 minutes late. Practically on time, for us" she laughed. "Will you be OK?"

"Of course, I'll be fine. You just take care of you've got to do and I'll be fine." Kathy walked off toward Shelly with a wave. I waved back when Shelly's hand acknowledged me, and then turned my attention back toward the big top. I saw cases of beer, maybe some was already cold. Just what I needed.

The party was a wedding reception. Shelly and her new husband Ken had been married out of town the previous weekend, and this was their big hometown party. Just outside Las Vegas, the location was a perfect "old west" portion of Nevada that gamblers and show goers never see. Maybe fifteen hundred feet above the valley floor, the temperature was definitely cooler than it had been when we left town. The promise of a wonderfully cool but not chilly evening seemed to show that Shelly and Ken knew what they were doing when they planned an outdoor reception in September. Kathy was supposed to help with the guest book and greeting, which left me to fend for myself.

The shade under the tent, in contrast to the bright sunshine outside, made it seem almost dark. I pulled my glasses off, and wandered over toward the boxes of beer and soda. I must have looked obvious; one of the girls said "the cold ones are over there" and pointed to several large tubs of ice – and beer. I took a cold one and slid into a corner to watch the happenings. 

Kathy and Shelly had known each other for years. When Kathy was in High School, she had been Shelly's babysitter during the summers. They had become good friends, and remained so, despite the age difference. Shelly had moved to Las Vegas about 5 years before, but when she called, it was an automatic that we were there. Ken and I had hit it off OK, but we didn't have twenty years of history behind us. This was their party however; I was just along for the ride.

The caterers were swift and efficient. I soon found that my corner was where the dance floor was to be set up, so my chair departed back to the stack, and grabbing a new beer, I departed to investigate our surroundings and wander the meadow. The uphill slope toward the back of the meadow enticed me to see what was at the far end. I was wondering if it was used for horses or what when I realized I was about to step in a cows calling card that answered my question. It wasn't fresh, but still, I began to watch my step a little closer. 

Approaching the upper edge of the pasture I stopped and looked back and realized we were actually on a steeper hillside than I'd first imagined. The entire valley sloped down from above, optical illusion made it look flat if you didn't take in the whole picture. Now, from my vantage point several hundred yards further up the hillside, I could see the entire valley and through the pass the still sunlight bathed city of Las Vegas in the far distance. Here the shadows had begun to encroach on the harsh midday sun, and with the shade the temperatures began to ease. 

I found a man gate, designed so that humans could step around and through the fence, but animals would be locked in. Stepping through I was instantly into the sage hill. Following the trail for just a few yards I came to the edge of the hill. From there it descended to the next valley. Another pasture was visible in the distance seeming unnaturally green against the dry brown contrast of the sage. This one was complete with cattle. I wondered it they might have been the cows that left the pie I almost found. 

A large boulder provided a seat, which I used as I surveyed the valley and hills. The layers in the hills were plainly visible; and like many places in the west the bending and sloping of those layers told of the mighty geologic forces that had created the scenic wonders that we see today. Just over the crest of the hill, the sound of the party creation disappeared, the road noise disappeared, and the sight of Las Vegas disappeared. If not for the fenced pasture and cattle far below, I was probably looking at the land exactly as it had been for thousands of years. But, my beer was gone, and although it was cooling down – it was time for another. 

Walking down the pasture I could see the still sparsely populated parking lot had nearly twice as many cars as before. Glancing down the road into town, I could see for maybe ten miles. Whereas before it was empty, now I could see several cars coming our way, and surmised correctly they were all party goers on their way up. I meandered into the tent and found everything now set up, and the first attendees already wandering around and greeting each other. 

I grabbed another beer, and found myself waved over by Ken who introduced me to several of his friends and relatives. For the next hour as more and more people arrived the introductions and "So tell me once again, who do you know?" questions occupied my time. My beer gone again, I headed over to the drink area to find a bottle of water. I fished one out of the tub, and turning saw her for the first time.

She was walking across the pasture from the parking area. Her husband walked beside her, each with one two young children in tow. Her medium length black hair contrasted with the white off the shoulder blouse which covered her breasts but even from the distance I could tell left a tremendous amount of cleavage visible. A colorful Mexican style full skirt hid the rest of her body from sight, but somehow I had no doubt that she was well proportioned everywhere. Who was it that she reminded me of? Marisa Tomei? I couldn't quite place it. A movie..... oh yes, Catherine Zeta Jones in Zorro. 

I took my water and moving to a corner table sat and admired the young mother as she and her family found a spot. How old was she I wondered. 28? 30? Easily ten years or more younger than me. The children were what, maybe 5, 6? Yeah, probably 30 was a good guess. Wow. If only I'd met her...." I became distracted by something else, and then the call to "come and git it," and when I looked back she was nowhere to be seen. Oh well, I was in no hurry and there was plenty of food. Another beer, some more socializing, and then the suggestion that it was time to get in line. 

I turned toward the line and as I did, my eyes locked for an instant with those of the young mother. It was one of those fleeting things, one of those instances across a room where you know someone was looking at you, and you know that they know that you know. Her eyes moved, but not before I had seen through her eyes and into her mind, and knew she'd been looking at me. I was instantly sure, but as she didn't look back immediately, I began to doubt. She'd been looking at me, the faint hesitation, the slight flush of embarrassment as she knew she'd been caught. Had I just imagined it, was it wishful thinking? As I examined her from behind, the gentle curve of her backside where the skirt fell away, the slightly visible bra strap through her white blouse, I found myself fantasizing. She turned; perhaps she felt my eyes examining her. Her gaze swept the tent, and I caught just the slightest of hesitation as she swept across my face, her eyes locking for just an instant with mine. 

I became distracted with conversation, but later as I began to glance up toward her again I caught her turning away. Again, one of those slightly awkward movements that said she was looking away because I was looking up, otherwise she wouldn't have been looking away. "Damn," I thought, "could she be interested in me? God she's gorgeous". The small talk continued around me, distracting, but not so much that I couldn't observe her and her family. Her husband was ahead of her and the two kids, with them – but yet not. She spoke to the daughter, picked up the son, put him back down and said something to her oblivious husband. He turned, momentarily took the sons hand, and moments later turned away and forgot his son again. Although they stood together, it was obvious they were in two groups: him, and the three of them.

I'd just filled my plate with food when suddenly Kathy was by my side, taking my arm and steering me toward a table where she and our hosts were already sitting. I socialized with everyone, but my mind was on the black haired young mother that had caught my fancy. Kathy had graduated us to drinks of spiked lemonade (or was that diluted vodka?). I emptied mine, and noticed that hers was nearly empty. Taking both, I stood to head toward the drink table for refills. As I looked up, the young mother was picking her way between the tables, a young child in each hand. They arrived at the table where she helped them each get a drink, and bending over to retrieve a bottle of water just as I got there, I was treated to an unobstructed view of her bare chest and cleavage. She straightened up, realizing I was standing and waiting. As her eyes met mine, there it was again. That flash of recognition, the electric spark of desire, the shock of me unexpectedly being so close. She flushed slightly, an awkward pause even though nothing had been said. There it was again, and now I was sure.

"Cute kids" I said, giving her the way out.

"Oh, thanks." Her voice was as intoxicating as her face. She busied herself getting the kids and their drinks pointed back toward the table.

"Have you tried the lemonade?"

"No, but what I'd really like is something more adult".

"Trust me," I said, "this isn't for the kids." I took a full glass and handed it to her.

"Thank you."

"No problem." She started to turn away. "How old are they?" I questioned,

"Johnnie's three and Jessie's five". 

"Quite a handful at that age."

"They wouldn't be with a little help." She smiled wistfully at me, turned and began herding her flock back to the table. 

There was a wedding cake, toasts, tossing of a garter, all the usual wedding celebration rituals. Throughout, I noticed how to Ken and Shelly there was no one there but each other. I found myself trying to remember the last time Kathy had looked at me like that. Watching as he bent to remove the garter from her leg, I spotted my young mother again, holding her son on her hip, pointing out to her daughter what was happening. I wondered how long it had been since her husband had looked at her that way, or if he ever had. 

Eventually the background music became dancing music and the party really began. Bride and groom, and pretty soon everyone else and the floor remained crowded for quite a bit of the evening. As Kathy was busy being a hostess, I was pretty much on my own. I had no problem with that; there were lots of ladies sitting around. I had a congratulatory dance with Shelly, then graduated to just having fun. I've always been a pretty good flirt, and had no problem talking anyone I wanted into a dance. Moms, Aunts, cousins, friends – I saw my young mother corralled with her offspring and started moving toward her table. Her husband was standing near by, drink in hand, obviously more enamored with the drink than the party or his wife. I was nearly there when I was snagged by a young teenager, "will you dance with me too?"

I smiled, graciously took her to the dance floor, and when I walked her back to her table stepped over to where I'd really wanted to be. The daughter Jessie was trying to dance with her brother, and I heard the young mother say to her kids "Will you two stay right here for just a moment while I go get another drink?"

"Excuse me, Jessie, may I have this dance?" I said, bending over and offering my hand to her daughter. Her eyes got big and looked up to her mother for permission.

"Go ahead if you want. Take the nice mans hand" 

She slipped her hand in mine, and we headed off to the dance floor. I started with her dancing but with bending over, her enthusiasm and lack of experience, we were all over the place. Reaching down I picked her up, set her on my hip and continued to dance around, carrying her the rest of the time. In my peripheral vision I saw people pointing out how I was dancing with this young girl and how enthralled with it that she was. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and Ken was there. "May I cut in?" He asked, and I slid my young charge over to him. The two of them moved on, and I moved back. A short while later with a change of music I saw Jessie riding someone else's hip, having the time of her life. 

I moved back toward the table, and found that she had also brought me another "lemonade." "I thought that perhaps you would appreciate another drink" she said, offering it to me. I thanked her saying I had worked up a thirst, and realized I had quite a buzz going from all the alcohol I'd already had. "Jessie had been dying to dance, you really made her night." 

"She's certainly having a good time." I paused, for some reason asking her to dance with me made me feel like an awkward teenager at my first dance. I hadn't felt like that in years. I set my glass on the table, and holding my hand to her said "May I have the honor?" 

She started to say she couldn't but a woman at the table said "Oh go ahead, Honey, we'll watch Johnnie". Capitulating, she took my hand. 

The first touch of her hand was electric. My fingers wrapped around her hand, gently pulling her with me. It was more than just an escort to the dance floor, although I wasn't sure where this was going. Her grip returned mine, her hands soft; my hand burned from her touch but yet her fingers were cool from the icy glass. Moving around a chair I looked up and spotted Kathy across the way, and guiltily looked away. She'd been busy talking and hadn't seen me, but I felt like I was already cheating on her. Although I'd danced with multiple women this night, none had I desired as this one.

The music stopped just as we reached the floor. Some began to walk off, others just waited and when the next selection started it was the first slow dance in quite some time. "Yes!" I thought. I couldn't have planned this any better. 

Stopping, I turned and she stepped into my arms. Sliding into the crook of my arm, her breasts resting against my chest, I put my hand behind her back and began to propel her around the floor. Her hair was just below my nose, her smell filled my nostrils. I breathed deeply. Sensing my inhale, she asked "What's that?"

"I was enjoying your smell. It's more intoxicating than the lemonade".

She laughed. "I haven't had anyone say anything that nice to me in quite some time".

"Everything about you is intoxicating. Your hair....your smell....your touch." I paused then continued. "Your beauty. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all night."

"I saw you looking at me."

"And I saw you looking back." She didn't respond.

"Have you seen the way Ken and Shelly have been looking at each other all night?" 

"The one that says 'I adore you' and that someone is going to get laid tonight?"

I laughed. "Exactly." I chuckled again. "When was the last time your husband looked at you that way?"

"I can't remember." The music came to an end, and immediately rolled into a faster song. Stepping back, I was now able to see my partner, watch her as I spun her, pulled her close, and moved away again. She was good, I was good. We moved together as if we'd been partners for years. 

Finally the music came to an end, and the dj's voice came across, "And by request, for Ken and Shelly," and "Slow Dancing" began. Pulling her to me, I felt her breasts rubbing against me once more as she caught her breath. Once more her perfume filled my nose. 

"God I love your smell," I whispered so only she could hear. "If you were mine, I'd still look at you that way, like Ken looks at Shelly." She didn't respond, but I knew she was hearing me. "You've intoxicated me since I first saw you walking up from the parking lot. I can't get enough of looking at you, feeling you rub against me." I said nothing for a few moments. "If you were mine, I'd look at you with the look that says "someone is going to get laid tonight" every night." We continued to dance, "...just me and my gal...." in the background. "My god, you're beautiful".

"It's been a long time since someone said that to me." Her whisper, as mine, just loud enough for me to hear.

"I love looking at you. Your hair. Your face." I'd been looking over her head, but as I looked down, I was looking between her breasts, her cleavage begging me to look. I felt my cock stir, but there was nothing I could do. "Your breasts are beautiful." Shit, I suddenly realized I was out of control.

"I'm sorry."

She giggled. "You're drunk."

"I think I am. But you're still beautiful. And sexy. And so are you're breasts."

"Shhh. Not so loud, I can tell what you are thinking," and pressed her belly tighter against me. I realized my hardening member was between us, her pressing against me left no doubt that she could feel me. 

Suddenly I knew what I was going to do. I heard my mouth, seemingly speaking of its own volition, "When this dance ends, I'm going over to the drink table and get a vodka lemonade. I'm going to drink that lemonade, and then I'm going to the bathroom, right over there." We'd turned, and she was facing the portable restrooms that had been provided. "And when I come out I'm going to step off the far side where it's dark and walk up the pasture. At the far end is a gate and a rock and I'm going to go up there. If you were to go back to your table and wait about 5 minutes after I go to the bathroom you could follow me up there." The music stopped and I stepped back, thanking her for the dance. 

She looked into my face, and said "thank you." I looked back, thinking how beautiful I thought she was and glanced down at her chest as she watched me. Her nipples were visibly protruding through her blouse.

"10 minutes." I released her hand, she turned toward her table, I turned toward the drink table, suddenly realizing I needed to go to the restroom.

I took a moment in the restroom to wet a paper towel and wash my face. I could feel the salt from dried perspiration from the dancing on my face. It didn't help the fuzzy headed feel, but my face felt better. I stepped out and off the porch into the dark. I'd expected it to be much darker than it was, the bright moon had been camouflaged by the floodlights of the party. I stopped allowing my eyes to become a bit more accustomed. Glancing back into the party, she wasn't looking toward me. I wondered if she would come.

I walked toward the far end of the pasture. I don't think I found any cow pies, realized it was dark enough that even if I did I might not know it. Walking through the gate, a few steps to the boulder, and I sat down. The valley below, bathed in the moonlight was visible but yet unintelligible. Had I not seen it during the daylight, I probably wouldn't have recognized the squared fences or the black dots of the cows for what they were. I don't know how long I'd been there, when suddenly I heard her voice.

"Are you there?"

"Over here," I answered. "Follow the trail". She suddenly appeared through the dark, her white blouse practically fluorescent in the moonlight. 




The Reception



"I can't be long". In response, I took her hand pulled her too me, and kissed her. My hand behind her head, my fingers entwined in her long black hair. My tongue found hers; we dueled, holding our breaths, a hot passionate kiss. Her arm was behind my back, holding me tightly. We broke for air and her passion was suddenly broken. 

"We can't. I can't. I just came to tell you that...." I interrupted her by pulling her to me again, and again her mouth responded to me. I moved my hand to the full globe of her breast, found her hard nipple, and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. Her moan told me she was not unhappy with what was happening despite her protests. Now her hand was behind my head, holding me to her mouth, her tongue penetrating mine as mine had hers just moments before. We broke for air again, and this time I began to kiss her neck. She raised her neck to give me better access. I smothered her neck and the tops of her breasts with kisses.

"Tell me," I began between kisses, "When you wore this tonight," my nose between her cleavage. "Did you want to look sexy? Did you know it made you look sexy? Did you want men to look at you? To want you?" I ran my fingers from her bare shoulders, along the neck line of her bodice and sliding them down, under her bra cups and blouse I scooped her breasts back out the top, holding them naked in my hands for the first time. My thumbs rubbed her already hard nipples. I rolled them between thumb and forefinger, gradually lowering my kisses on her breasts until my tongue and lips found them. First one, kissing, sucking, nipping and pulling with my teeth; then the other. I pushed her orbs together and sucked both nipples at the same time. Her moans and gasps assured me she liked what was happening, her fumbling with my belt assured me this was what she wanted. 

I released her breasts with my hands, continuing to work one of her nipples with my mouth and tongue. I began to gather her skirt with my hands, lifting, moving it out of the way. My hands found her legs, then hips, finding nothing but bare skin. I at first thought she was pantiless, but as my hands slipped behind to cup her ass I discovered she was wearing a thong. She had my belt and zipper undone; her long cool fingers were wrapped around my cock, fishing it from my underwear. I moved my hand around to the front, slipping under the edge of her thong. "Take them. Take them off." I caught it at the upper edge and began to lower her panty. "Faster. I need you NOW." 

I jerked her panty down, she released me and took them herself and stepped out of them. Reaching again for my cock, I again raised her skirt and she leaned forward, banging her knees on the rock as she tried to climb on. 

"Oww. Scoot down. I want you in me." I slid forward and now she easily slipped onto my cock. "Oh. Oh God yes," she was moaning. "I need you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy." Believe me, I was trying. I had her hips in my hands, raising and lowering her on my cock, but it must not have been enough. Any thoughts of sucking her nipples were long gone. Standing, I held her on me, turned and set her bottom onto the rock. I took first one leg then the other and brought them up over my shoulder, where I could really bang her with earnest. 

"Oh God. That's it. Harder. Fuck me harder." With each trust I could feel my cock banging her cervix. Apparently that's what she wanted as after just a few strokes she cried out, "I'm cumming." Two, three maybe four more strokes and I too was coming, emptying my balls into her. I leaned forward and sucked a nipple into my mouth, my cock still throbbing inside her. 

"Bite it," she said. I grabbed her nipple with my teeth and pulled. "Rub my clit. With your finger, rub it. Fast." I reached down, began tweaking her clit with my fingers. "Harder. Rub it harder," her voice quavering. I did. Her nipple in my teeth, her clit, hard, beneath my finger. "That's it. That's it. Just a little more....more....BITE IT. Bite my nipple." I already had it in my teeth, nipping and pulling but not really wanting to bite harder. "Bite, GODAMN it." I bit. 

She erupted in orgasm again, shaking and convulsing. I thought I'd bitten her nipple off, but I tasted no blood. Her convulsions slowly stopped, she took her legs off my shoulders. Once more she put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her. "Thank you," she whispered. I was still buried to the hilt inside her. We relaxed against each other, my softening cock gradually falling free of her pussy. Whether it was the cool air, or me coming out, suddenly she was aware of where we were.

"I've got to go. My kids – my husband – I shouldn't have done this. I've got to go." She bent over, her hands popped her breasts back in. I saw her reach for her thong, and she came up with it in hand, taking off running. Just like that she was gone.


I was still practically dressed. I replaced my cock in my pants, zipped up, and suddenly I really was dressed. I followed her toward the pasture, but she was running. I was almost sure she was going to fall and break a leg, but she didn't. I went into the bathroom and washed myself so I wouldn't smell like sex when I got home with Kathy. Afterward, I wandered over to the drink table, but settled for a water. Looking around, I realized the party was beginning to wind down. I didn't see my young mother, her kids, or husband, but when I stepped out of the bright lights into the darkness and moonlight, I could just see their car door light. As I watched it went out, followed mere seconds later by the sound of car doors slamming reaching my ear. I watched as they started up, backed out, then drove off.

Wandering back into the tent, the DJ had just announced the last dance. Most of the people were gone, we were just about back to those of us that had started the day. Looking around, I realized that except for my memory – there was no one there to say what had happened. I thought about my young lover, and what had happened, when I suddenly realized I'd never gotten her name. I knew I'd told her mine, but somehow 

I never heard her name. I suppose I could have asked someone, but it seemed better to just let it go.



The Reception



I take my time getting ready for the event this evening. I know you will be there and I want to look good for you. I want you to see me. I want you to want me. From the other side of the room.

After a leisurely soak in the tub, scrubbing, shaving, smoothing, I wrap the towel around me and look for something to wear. Perhaps the red satin dress: low-cut, skimming my curves, resting classily just above my knee? No. I don't want the whole room to notice me, only you.

The black chiffon: ultra short with the high neck at the front and no back? Better, but everyone wears black to cocktail receptions. I don't want to be lost in the crowd.

Ah! Yes! The pearl-grey raw silk: different but subdued, long and straight with the high slits up each thigh, so that when I stand chatting, resting with my weight on one leg, the other will peak tantalisingly out. Fitted to show off my curves, the square neckline hinting at my cleavage. Perfect. I will wear the long lattice necklace that points like an arrow to between my breasts.

I pull open my underwear drawer and survey the neatly folded ensembles arranged according to colour. The pearl grey to match the dress? Or the darker grey in slight contrast? Perhaps the purple; I love the two-tone lace of this set. I pick them out of the drawer and unfold the panties, holding them up in front of me. Yes, these are high cut and will sit at the top of my hips, just right for the dress. I love the little bow in the front, and at the top of the thong in the back.

I place them on the top of the dresser and open the second drawer to find some stockings. Flesh-coloured would be best. These ones with the wide lacy tops, perhaps? A hint of lace would show below the slits of my skirt. Yes, I think these will be fine. Picking up my bra and panties, I go back to the bathroom.

I rub lotion into my body, beginning with my thighs, over my knees, down my calves to my feet. The white cream spurts onto my chest as I press down on the plunger of the bottle, and I smooth it across my sternum and over my breasts, using both hands, lifting them up, not missing a spot. A little more and my hands caress my stomach firmly. Still more for my shoulders, back and ass, reaching round, twisting my hands, covering every inch of my body. Finally, my upper arms, my elbows, my lower arms and my hands. My skin must be silky smooth, should you happen to graze it as you pass by.

I step into my panties, pulling them up, inching them over my hips, adjusting them. I turn and look over my shoulder in the mirror, pulling on the thong so it sits just right between my cheeks. I survey the effect in the mirror. Yes, I love these. I caress my underarms, my spine and between my breasts with deodorant, before opening my makeup drawer. Not too much, just a little dusting of powder here and there, a sweep of colour to my eyes and cheeks, a stroke of black defining my gaze. But a little more for my lips: a deep wine that hints at their taste.

I attach my bra, turn it and slide my arms into the straps, adjusting the fit till I am happy with the roundness of my silhouette and the plunge of my chest. My skin has absorbed the lotion now and I roll my stockings up each leg in turn. Now it is time for the dress. I step into it and pull it up. It hugs my body, defining it, as only something that was made for me could do. Contorting my arms, I fasten the zipper at the back. Yes, I was right. The choice is perfect. Jewellery now: the necklace, the drop earrings -- sophisticated and eye-catching, but not flashy. I brush my hair and arrange it around my face. All I need now are my shoes.

I find the ones I want, that I bought to go with the dress. They are a dark grey satin, with three-inch stilettos and very pointy toes. They are fuck-me shoes, and I hope you will notice them.

It is time.

*****

My position in a group on the far side of the room, opposite the door, allows me to see you arrive. I am standing slightly to the side though, not obviously watching. You are, of course, not alone. You are not looking my way. I have time to notice how elegantly proper you look, as usual, how conservative and discreet. I smile to myself and return my attention to the conversation beside me.

Later I am weaving through the crowd towards the buffet table. But I am not alone. I see you off to one side, listening to an older, influential-looking man expound upon some theory or other. You smile politely and nod occasionally. You still do not see me.

Later still, I realise that you are standing just the other side of the plant that is tickling my upper arm. I can hear your voice. Over two hours have passed since you arrived and you have not noticed me yet. I want you to see me. I want you to want me. My stomach is fluttering. My pussy is swelling. You are so close; I could reach behind me and touch you. But I cannot. You are not alone. I am not alone.

And then suddenly I am. Some kind benefactor has stolen my husband away, apologising profusely. Of course, I smiled graciously at the gentleman and reassuringly at my spouse. But my thoughts are that I now have the opportunity to make you notice me. I turn my head slightly and realise that the charitable art exhibition begins only feet away, and that you are facing the first canvases. I round the potted plants, walking surely but seductively slowly towards the first painting.

I can still hear your voice, but this time I can feel your eyes on me. I shift my weight to my left leg, my right one extending, revealing my thigh and the lace at the top, the point of my shoe indicating you, as I sip my wine and pretend to contemplate the work before me. I try to suppress a smile as I hear your wife excuse herself because she has just spied a friend on the other side of the room. My insides jump when you ask your conversation partners if they have viewed the exhibition. We are in luck, they already have. You extricate yourself with aplomb, I find, and soon you are standing behind me.

Now is my chance. I cock my head to one side and take a step or two backwards. I can feel you close now. One step further and your hand is on the small of my back. I turn my head -- so sorry! Now I can see the lust in your eyes. 

Your hand does not linger. We have to be careful. We comment on the painting and move on to the next one. Your acquaintances have departed and there are now few people in this relatively secluded area of the room. I turn my head to look at you once more and you tell me that you have been hard since you saw me at the buffet table, that you have been trying to get near me all evening.

You know the power of your words. You know that your desire always intensifies mine. You know that if you give me a sign I will do whatever you want. The backs of your fingers lightly and subtly brush my hand, and electricity ripples through my body. I am like a fly caught in the spider's web. You bend your head and whisper to me to meet you on the floor above, then turn on your heel and exit the room by the nearby door.

Draining my glass, I glance around. The coast seems clear. Our spouses seem occupied. No friends or acquaintances are in the vicinity. I place my glass on a passing tray and follow you as if on an extendable leash that you are reeling in.

Thankfully, there is no one in this corridor. I quickly mount the stairs, hurrying to ascend the first short flight and round the landing out of sight. You are waiting at the top of the second set, in the dark. You take my hand as I reach you, pulling me into the corridor, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the window at the far end. Your hands pull me into you, pressing me against your erection, letting me know how much you crave me. Your mouth is on mine, my tongue against yours. I have waited for this all evening, since before I stepped into the bathtub.

You pull away and lead me down the corridor towards that window. There is a small open room at the end, occupied by a large copy machine and some office supply cupboards. Inside, you push me back against the photocopier, pressing into me, bending me backwards, your tongue and lips on my neck. One hand is on my ass, the other on my thigh, stroking firmly upwards, gripping the back at the top. We are breathing hard. My hands squeeze your buttocks beneath the flap of your jacket. I have to have you. I need to feel you inside me now.

We separate without speaking. We both know what to do and we don't have much time. I turn away from you, hitching my skirt up over my hips so that the slits reach my waist, then place my elbows on the top of the machine. You have taken off your jacket, unbuckled your belt and unfastened your pants. I wait patiently, anticipating your touch.

Suddenly I feel your hand on the back of my thigh, pulling up the flap of my skirt, pushing it up further as your other hand caresses my ass and slips between my legs. I moan softly as I feel your fingers slide along the strap of my thong, wet now from my desire. They slip beneath the lace and stroke my lips teasingly. We are both moaning now. One finger finds its way inside me, causing my vagina to contract and pull it in further. I groan and beg you to fuck me.

Your finger leaves me and I hear you suck it noisily, and then you are pressing against me, pulling my panties aside, your knee pushing my legs further apart and the head of your cock rubbing against my labia. Your breath is hot in my ear, whispering to me of how sexy I am, how hard I make you, how you have had such difficulty containing yourself all night. I feel you back slightly away, your hands on my hips pulling my pelvis backwards, and then you are entering me hard, causing my back to arch and low moans to escape both our mouths.

You move inside me long and steady. Our pelvises rock in rhythm. Our breathing synchronised. I feel the lace of my panties rubbing my inner thigh and I know you feel it against your shaft as you slide in and out. I know it excites you more, and now you thrust faster and harder and I adjust my own movements to match yours. I am swelling already, forcing you to push even harder. Soon.

My breathing is ragged now, my muscles tensed. My mouth is starting to form an ever more perfect "O", and I can hear you grunting. I whisper loudly to you to go faster and harder, and as you do, I begin the forceful sighing that signals my orgasm, my pussy spasming around your cock and my cum running down our thighs. You are close but not quite there yet. Faster, harder, you drive into me, and I am swelling again immediately, squeezing you. "Yes!" I hiss, and your voice echoes mine, repeating as if I had hurled my words into a canyon: "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" You explode inside me, sighing strongly with every spurt, panting in between, and triggering a second orgasm in me, marked by a stifled scream.

Your hands rest on my breasts as your body covers my back, your head against mine, my head on my arms on top of the copy machine. We cannot rest long. You pull away and out, and I hear you tear off a length from the roll of industrial towels beside the copier. I smile as you gently wipe the traces from between my thighs, placing a kiss on my bare buttock, before cleaning up yourself. Recovered now, I straighten my clothing, kiss you tenderly and leave you to dress as I walk back down the corridor, descend the stairs and turn towards the ladies' room to freshen up before rejoining the reception.



The Receptionist



At the front door to the gym I looked to my left for no reason at all and espied a young woman dressed in a black pant suit walking toward me with plastic bags in her hands. It had been some time since I did something nice for someone and so I waited. She was the club's receptionist and waiting for her was a small price to pay for the view I received. I took in her beauty, capturing it with my photographic memory: she is petite and top heavy, with short brown hair and blonde highlights, a sort of messy look that reminds me of the sexy biker dyke donning a 12" strap on cock and who gets off on humiliating inadequate husbands when they find out she plows their wives better than they do. 

Just before she got within talking distance, I managed to get a look at her feet. Red painted nails led the procession, encased in open toed shiny black high heeled shoes. A lovely sight but I knew I was out of time and just as I looked up again, we made eye contact. I was caught but how could she know what I was doing and so somehow with charm and sophistication and I swung the door open and said "are you headed this way?"

"Yes, thank you." She said and smiled broadly. "Today must be my lucky day," she said and walked past me. It happened quickly but I managed a brief glimpse of the top half of her wonderfully large breasts through the opening of the unbuttoned top she wore. "Why is that did you win the lottery?"

She giggled, "No silly, you opened the door for me."

As I stepped into the club's innocuous entryway, I said "you're welcome."

She stopped in her tracks and turned to say calmly "Thank you," she said. 

"No problem."

She turned to walk down the long narrow hallway that leads into the main reception area and the rest of the club. Our fitness club is boutique style and resides in a strip shopping mall. It is high end and all the employees are young, attractive and dressed in black. If I lack motivation to workout there is always the sight of a friendly young female attendant to stir my interest. 

At a respectable distance, I followed the receptionist down the hallway. She's every bit attractive at the back as the front and I forgot about the dyke image and focused on her ass. It moved side to side with each step she took. As her heels clicked the floor, I wondered if she wore them to entice attention on her ass or her feet and I told myself if I ever got a chance to have either I'd probably blow it by picking both. Man those toes are sexy but that ass, well that's just inspires sin. 

Just as the hallway opened up to a larger room, she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring at her ass. 

"I really appreciate you opening the door for me. Give me a second I need to take these bags to the guys and then I'll be back."

I wondered if she wanted me to wait and for what? Of course, as I approached the reception desk, I readied my card and slid it through the reader until it beeped. Then, as though on automatic pilot, I grabbed a lock and headed for the locker room before I realized she wanted me to wait. By then it was too late. I needed to stow my belongings and meet my trainer.

My workout was tough. My trainer was waiting to turn up the intensity level since the last time, when I complained that the workouts weren't tough enough here. He worked me hard and gave me little rest between sets, but then that's part of the service I pay for. Someone to guide my exercise, coach me through the toughest parts and be firm about not letting me quit. After the workout, we shook hands and agreed to another session in two days. I was feeling euphoric now because I made it through his regimen and felt the accomplishment sink in.

On my way out of the club, it was 9 pm and she was seated at her desk reading a Brangelina story. "You didn't wait for me," she said playfully and smiling. "I wanted to give you this." She handed me a folded piece of paper. "Go ahead and look."

I took the paper and began unfolding it while looking at her. She sat upright in anticipation of capturing the happy look a gift recipient often displays upon opening a nice present. Her smile was warm and inviting and contagious and I found myself letting go and smiling back as I fumbled with the paper and the numerous folds she had made with it.

When it was completely unfolded, I looked down to see something handwritten in red ink. As I began to read it, I heard a sharp intake of air and then a slow exhale but I didn't look up until I had read the message three times. On it, she had written:

Your waiting at the door for me and letting me go in ahead of you was gentlemanly and kind. Catching you looking at my ass made me wet. I am wondering if you would share your naughty thoughts about seeing me naked and all the things you want to do for me. Let's get kinky tonight and fuck our brains out. Mistress Jenn.

When I looked up again, I noticed her lips were glossier looking. A man came out of his office and headed out the door, "night Jenn," he said. "Good night sir," she said to him while never breaking our eye contact.

I flipped the sheet over and placed it on the counter and then grabbed a pen from the cup on her desk. On it I wrote my response. 'Unbutton your top all the way, remove your bra and put it in your purse then walk out with me and follow me home. I want to shower first.'

When I was done writing, I pushed the paper toward her and she leaned forward to read it. Without hesitation, she smiled and looked up at me with her lips parted. Her hands moved up to her middle button and she undid it and the remaining two. She looked into my eyes and I felt her mischief touch me as she unhooked her bra from the front. After she pulled it forward and free, she opened her purse and pushed it inside. It was a small purse and did not provide adequate space for the addition of her bra so she withdrew it and looked up at me again with mischief written on her face. 

She rose from her chair and met me on the other side of her desk. I stood calmly, hoping she would not see the erection tenting my gym shorts but she saw it and smiled wider. Locking eye contact with me she closed the gap between us and stuffed her bra in my shorts. "You carry it and follow me."

Outside the club, she locked the door and then turned to face me. Pulling her shoulders back opened her vest slightly, giving me a sexy view of her ample chest and smooth skin. "I'm in the black Corvette," she said. "Follow me now and keep up."

"I thought we were going to my place."

"First let's go to mine." Then she turned and walked to her car. I followed her and said "I'm in the Lexus that's parked next to you. Let me get your door." 

After opening her car door, Mistress Jenn patted my tenting shorts and said "I like that you're not afraid to publicly demonstrate you have an erection." I looked down and then attempted to cover and maybe pull it back to rest upright alongside me. "Uh, uh, uh," she began, "I said I like it just the way it is. Are you embarrassed now? Your face is quite red."

I looked into her eyes and nodded. She slid off her jacket and tossed it into her car and then she pulled open her white top and exposed her naked breasts to me. "Do you like?" she asked. I nodded again. "Bend over the door without touching it and kiss my nipples." To comply, I held my wrists behind my back for counterbalance and bent forward until my lips lightly grazed her right pink nipple. She smelled lovely and I kissed her nipple once, then again and then I opened my lips a little more and suckled her into my mouth. "Mmm, that's it. You can't help yourself can you? I said kiss them and yet you are already suckling me."

I lifted off her nipple and apologized. Her hand covered the back of my head and she pulled me down again "I forgive you this time, now do my other one the same way." 

Her hand remained on the back of my head this time as I dove forward for her other nipple. After kissing it twice, I sucked it past my lips. It tasted just as sweet as the other and I lovingly tongued and lipped her nipple until it was fantastically erect.

Lights washed over us and Jenn quickly withdrew herself from my mouth and sat in her car. I looked forward and saw a security car driving into the parking lot. I shut her car door and she started its engine. The window rolled down and she said "come here." I stepped forward and got as close as I could without touching her car. As the patrol car drove past us, she said "I like men who give me what I want. Those are the men who get to fuck me when I'm horny."

"I want to fuck you Jenn."

"I know you do. Call me Mistress Jenn."

"What do you want from me?"

"An open mind and your willingness to explore new things, sexual things and what not." She smiled demurely.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay? Is that all you think it takes to fuck me?" she said with anger in her voice. 

"Uh, no, I just meant I'm willing to give you my open mind and explore new things."

"Call me Mistress Jenn when you respond to me, okay?" Her tone softened.

"Uh, okay Mistress Jenn."

She smiled. "I like the way you say my name."

"Thank you Mistress Jenn."

"What's your name?"

"Bob."

"Do you have a wife or girlfriend Bob?"

"No."

She smiled. "Good. Now hand me your gym shorts and underwear and then follow me home." She stuck her hand out and I just looked at it and then back at her. "Do you want to fuck me Bob?" I nodded. "Then take your keys and wallet and give me your shorts and underwear." She stretched her hand out and grasped my cock. "Mmm, I think you've gotten harder. Does my attitude turn you on Bob?"

"Yes Mistress Jenn."

"I knew it would. I've been watching you, listening to you as you prance around the gym. I know what you are Bob but I don't think you do. If you play along you'll find out who you really are." She licked her lips sweetly and provocatively before speaking again. "You know Bob, I think a man fucks a lot harder and longer after a woman dominates him. Do you care to find out?" 

"Yes Mistress Jenn, I want to find out."

"Ask me to take your shorts and underwear Bob?"

I looked at Mistress Jenn. Her eyes willed me to tug at the top of my shorts and she smiled like the Cheshire cat as she watched my hand obey. "That's it Bob, you know you want to drive your car with your cock exposed. Ask Mistress Jenn for permission." 

The seduction of her voice got to me. As she talked to me, I could feel her own lust enrapture me. The truth of it all was that I wanted to fuck this woman the more I listened to her. The truth in what she said about me, about wanting to be bottomless in the car washed over me like a blanket of lust and it was then that I reached into my pockets and withdrew my wallet and keys. Caught in the moment, I announced "Mistress Jenn, may I please give you my underwear and gym shorts so I can drive with my cock exposed?" 

"Look at me Bob," she said. Her top was pulled all the way open and she was cupping her right breast in one hand and stroking its nipple with her other hand. She looked down and then up at me again and smiled. "You can have this body, do you know that?" 

"Not really." I said. 

"I don't normally take men home and let them fuck me Bob. But I'm making an exception with you because I think you have potential to serve me. Do you know what that means?"

"No."

"It means I'm looking for a sex slave. Someone who is aroused by obeying me and eventually fucks me in the manner I demand." When she finished speaking her words lingered in my mind and her eyes bore right into my soul. 

"Mistress Jenn, I have an erection that feels more powerful than I have felt in a long time. May I please take off all my clothes and give them to you so that I am naked when I walk back to my car and when I drive it to follow you home."

Mistress Jenn smiled broadly. "Hand me your wallet and keys." 

Without thinking I handed them over. "Now take off your clothes, including your shoes. In 10 seconds, I was standing naked outside her car door with my clothes and shoes bundled under my arm. She handed me my keys and opened my wallet. "Is the address on your driver's license correct?" I nodded. "I grew up on that street. My parents live a few doors down from you." She smiled again.

"I don't want your stinky clothes. Put them in the back of your SUV and then get in. Follow me; I'll take you to your home." With that she rolled up her window and backed her car out of its parking space. Suddenly, my nudity was so much more exposed and I turned to my SUV and threw the clothes in the back then circled the car and got into the driver's seat. After the engine turned over, I paused for a moment to consider what I had just done. Fortunately, the cover of night was upon us and the parking lot was virtually empty. She honked her car horn, jolting me from my thoughts and I backed out of my space and got in line behind her.

We made it home in just a few minutes. She drove into my driveway and motioned me alongside her. With our windows down, her car was well below my line of sight and so I offered to step out of the car and come around to face her. She actually declined my offer and suggested I park in my garage and then come out to her car for further instruction.

Once my car was safe in my garage, I shut the big rolling door and then scooted underneath it and walked forward. Her car seemed further away than when I drove past her and so I walked gingerly on the pebbly driveway toward her car. When I got to within 10 feet, she turned on the high beams and honked her horn. I covered up my privates and stepped into the shadows, outside of the lighted path of her high beams. Her window was down when I walked up to her door.

"How's your hard on?" she asked matter-of-factly. "Is it still hard for me?"

I looked down. "It's semi hard."

"Stroke it for me. Get it hard and keep it hard. I don't fuck limp men."

She spoke boldly. It turned me on just to hear her talk to me like this. She was probably 20 years younger than me and yet she knew exactly what to say and how to say it to get a rise out of me. My cock was already growing hard again as I reached down to stroke it. 

"That's it bitch, stroke that cock for your Mistress."

I looked at Mistress Jenn, who was looking straight into my eyes. "I can't see you. Stand in front of the car and stroke your cock for me."

"I can't, the neighbors will see."

"Fine, I guess I'll be going." I heard the shifter move and saw the car start to go in reverse.

"No, wait." The car moved back and to the right a little so that its headlights now cast directly onto me. I couldn't help myself and I stroked for her without moving away from the light. Her mischief turned me on and I closed my eyes and inserted Mistress Jenn into the image of one of my fantasies as I stroked for her amusement. 

In my fantasy, she is dressed in a black suit jacket and hot pants with thigh high red boots. The heels are pointed and long and the outer sole is thick. She appears taller when wearing them and as I am lying on the floor, she stands between my legs, towering over me. In the fantasy, I am stroking for her with her permission and she steps forward and presses her big soled boot onto my balls. The pressure is light but at any moment she could press her full weight on me and I would scream. Still, I stroke and make my cock expand to the fullest for her. It's what she demands and I do it to avoid the ball crushing she is setup to execute if I fail her. 

Lost in fantasy with my eyes shut, I stroke for the real Mistress Jenn while standing buck naked in my own driveway. Her car's headlights illuminate my every move and even though neighbors might see, they probably don't and besides that I don't care anymore. This is real life naughty play. Something I've wanted ever since I can remember and with a lovely young woman who really wants to use me. There's no way in hell I'm blowing this now. I stroked hard for her when I heard her car door slam shut I opened my eyes.

She walked up to me and said "god damn, you're making me so fucking wet. Do you think you could kneel right here and eat me out?"

"Wow, may I please?" I asked and got down on my knees in front of her. I winced under the pressure of the pebbly surface as it pressed into my knees. Her pants were undone already and she pushed them to her hips and then turned away from me and said, "Pull them down my thighs and then put your face between my cheeks and taste me bitch."

As I followed her request, she bent forward at the waist and her privates opened right up. I was so turned on, I dove right in. My nose tip landed on her anus and my tongue darted into her pussy. She was wet beyond belief and tasted every bit as good as she looked. If this is what submission is then I'm in heaven and will remain here for an eternity as long as I can swallow Mistress Jenn's sweet cream. 

As I tongued her, I couldn't help myself. She tasted so fucking good that I began touching her ass cheeks with both hands. At first I simply caressed each cheek and gradually, I pried them open and pressed my face further into her. When I was able to get my mouth completely sealed over her opening, I stretched my tongue out as far as possible and in that very moment Mistress Jenn's hand found the back of my head and she said as she pulled me into her, "let your hands fall to the side Bob and then hold them behind your back, but keep eating me out. Your Mistress loves your eager tongue." Her breathing grew shallow as she ground herself onto my willing mouth. 

My knees were giving way to the pressure of kneeling on my pebbly driveway and soon I was moving around so much Mistress stood up and said "what's the matter, bitch can't you stay still and eat?"

"My knees hurt."

"I see. Well is that cock hard?"

"Yes Mistress Jenn. It's very hard."

"Rise to your feet bitch and stand next to me."

I rose as she commanded and felt light headed. I put my hand out to brace myself upon her shoulder and she said "what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry Mistress. I'm feeling weak from my workout and I think I need to drink some water."

She grabbed my cock and stroked it while looking into my eyes. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

I nodded. "Yes, your hand feels wonderful and your attitude with me is sexy as hell."

"I think you can wait a little longer. Don't you?" Before I answered she continued, "Have you ever been pissed on by a woman Bob?"

"No."

"I pissed on a man in a few weeks ago at the request of his dominant. It would be so hot if you were to ask me to piss on you right here in your driveway." She stroked my cock and stepped in so close that her bare breast touched my rib cage. "Your cock is nice and hard, it would be a shame to let this go to waste. What do you think?"

"I'm so turned on Mistress Jenn. I can't help myself. ."

"That's a boy Bob. Ask me permission to get back on your knees and be my toilet."

She stroked my cock hard and squeezed it firmly. "May I kneel at your feet Mistress Jenn and offer myself as your human toilet?"

"Yes, do it. Do it now bitch. On your knees and open that mouth," she exalted.

I knelt at her feet and winced as the pain shot through my knees and beyond. The eroticism was intense and I opened my mouth and merely waited as she removed her shoes and then her pants and panties. I was amazed. She was really going to piss on me and without further delay she mounted my open mouth and pissed. The flow was voluminous and overwhelming. I chugged and choked as more and more of it streamed into my open mouth and down the sides of my chin. Her piss was hot as it shot out of her and then it cooled as it trickled over my chin and down my chest and onto my crotch. It splashed as it hit the driveway and within 30 seconds it was all over. It was my first time to be pissed on and it turned me on so much that I looked up and said "what do I have to do to do that again?"




The Receptionist



I work as a receptionist for an aggregate hauling company. I've been here eight months. It's a small operation and I am treated like family. There are only eight of us in the main office - six of them making up the accounting side of the business. Everyone else works out on the yard - clearing the pits, casping sand, hauling concrete, whatever. I'm never alone in the office. Not usually at least. But on the day after Thanksgiving I am, and that's when it happens. The best and worst thing of my life.

I've been married for a little over a year. I love my husband immensely. But he can be a little boring in bed. Not that we're not sexually compatible, we definitely are, but he doesn't really like to push the envelope. And I do. I am a total submissive. My husband is not a dominant. 

On Black Friday I am the only one in the office. We aren't running any trucks but someone needed to come in to answer the phones. I volunteered. Few extra hours. Just me, pinterest, and a few good books. No big deal. 

I could have easily worn jeans and a t-shirt. We always have casual Fridays. But I like to get dressed up so I am wearing my black pencil skirt which hugs my hips and ass (I have a nice ass. I squat), a white button down with the top few buttons undone, and black heels. Very office. Very classic sexy.

I am a little surprised when there is a knock on the office door. I look out to see Tony Thornton's big black GMC truck. Tony, of Triple T Electric group, is a regular out here. I like him a lot. He is a very nice gentleman. He always has a smile on, calls up the front office to say hey to me, and often brings bags of chocolate to all the ladies of the office. 

I pull open the door and smile at him. "What are you doing here?" I ask brightly. 

"Hello Christina," he replies with a big, warm smile. "I came by to check on a few things for Robbie," he tells me. "I didn't know anyone was going to be here, but I saw your car and thought I'd come give you a hard time."

"That's nice. I was getting a little bored up here," I say with a laugh.

Tony follows me back into the office. I've never been afraid of Tony. Like I said, he's always a perfect gentleman. He knows I'm married. He's never crossed a line. I'm comfortable with Tony. 

He gives me a lazy grin. "You the only one here today?"

I nod. "The phone hasn't even rung. I don't know why Jamie wanted someone here. Really no point. But I won't complain about getting paid to do nothing."

I did not notice the way his eyes darkened a little. "So you're not expecting anyone else?"

"Nope. Just me. Probably only going to stay another hour or so."

"Good," he says just before lunging for me. He wraps one large arm around me, pinning my arms to my sides and hauls me up with little effort. I try to struggle but I'm too startled to do much of anything before he slings me into the conference room and locks the door behind him. 

I stare at him wide-eyed and a little frightened. "What are you doing?" I demand.

He gives me another lazy grin. A shark grin. "What I've wanted to do the first time I saw your pretty little ass."

I back away from him as he stalks forward. "Tony, please don't do this. You're a nice guy. I like you. Please..." I beg. 

He tilts his head at me. "I like you too. That's why I'm doing this. Now, it can be easy or it can be hard. Personally, I prefer hard but I'm flexible."

I am cornered now. Literally backed into the corner of the conference room with Tony looming over me. Tony is a big man. At least six feet five inches. Arms like a Greek god. Jaw of a Michelangelo sculpture. Attractive, athletic, and at least fifteen years my senior.

"Turn around," he commands. 

My heart is hammering in my ears. Tears form in the corners of my eyes. I shake my head. "Please..." I whisper. 

His hand shoots out, lightening quick, and grabs my arm. He jerks me hard and fast and suddenly I have my face pressed into the wall, my arm twisted behind my back. I cry out in pain. His free hand winds into my hair and pulls. Hard. His breath is hot against my ear. 

"You will do as you're told or this is going to be so, so much worse for you. Do you understand?" His voice is deep, threatening. 

Tears start leaking down my cheeks. I manage a small nod.

"Good girl," he says, releasing me. 

He steps back and cool air swirls between us. I keep my forehead pressed against the wall. Waiting. 

I'm afraid to move. But there is something else - I'm actually a little turned on. My pussy tingles a little, my body betraying my mind. 

"Now kitten, reach under your skirt and pull off your panties," Tony tells me.

I close my eyes. Embarrassment washes over me. "I ... I'm not wearing any," I breathe into the wall.

He makes a small sound behind me. Surprise maybe. Or approval. "God, I knew you were a whore."

I turn my head finally, with a little attitude. "I am NOT a whore!"

He sneers at me. "No? Then why don't you have on underwear?"

Suddenly he's up against me again. Pinning me between him and the wall. One hand is running down my thigh, to the edge of my skirt. I struggle this time. If he touches me he'll know that I'm enjoying this. I can't enjoy this. I am married! 

He laughs against my throat. "It's okay to squirm slut. We know who has the power." 

Something between a yelp and moan escapes me as his hand slides underneath my skirt and begins to travel up my leg. I can feel his erection pressed against me. He has a hand around my throat. Everything about this situation is wrong.

And yet...

"Jesus Christina, you're so wet," he breathes. His fingers have found my cunt and he's stroking my outer lips softly. I whimper in embarrassment. "I knew you were a sub. From the first moment I laid eyes on you. And I knew I'd make you mine."

Suddenly he plunges a finger inside my pussy. No warning. I yelp and begin struggling again. I can't let this happen to me. 

He laughs again. "That's it baby. Struggle. Get even more excited. By the time I'm through with you, you won't even remember your husband's name."

He rips me away from the wall, throwing me down onto the conference table. With one hand he holds the back of my neck, keeping me pressed down into the wood. His other hand shoves my skirt up to my waist, baring my ass to him. 

I fight against his hold but his grip is iron. His hand rubs over my ass cheeks, softly. Then suddenly he spanks me. Hard. I jump and cry out. Tony laughs.

"Please, stop!" I cry. 

His hand comes down again. Harder. Then again. Harder than anyone has ever spanked me before. I'm sobbing into the table now. All the fight leaving my body. I just wanted him to stop hurting me. To get this over with. 

"Now, tell me you're ready to be a good kitten," he whispers against my ear. He knows I've given up.

"I promise to be good for you," I gasp. 

He takes a deep breath with his nose pressed into my hair. "Good kitten."

Tony pulls me up off the table. My ass is sore and hot. My body aches. I shiver a little as he steps away from me. I'm cold now without his nearness. He settles into a chair by the table.

"Take off your blouse. Slowly," he commands.

My fingers tremble. I do as he commands, unbuttoning my blouse slowly, letting it fall open to reveal my blue lace bra. I push the shirt back off my shoulders and let it fall softly to the floor. I don't look at Tony, but I can see the bulge in his pants. His breathing is deep and ragged. 

"Bra now," he says. 

Tears leak out of my eyes. I do as he says, my small, soft breasts popping free.

"You're beautiful kitten. Even better than I imagined." 

Tony gets up, moves in front of me. His hand is huge as it covers my right breast. I whimper as he pinches my nipple. His left hand trails down my small waist, over the curve of my hip, and wraps around to the inside of my thigh. His large fingers brush against my clit. He's stroking me now. Swirling around all my sensitive, soaking folds. I tilt my hips trying to coax his fingers inside me. I need him inside me.

His right hand grips my breasts hard. Painfully. His fingers feel like they're everywhere. There is heat everywhere. But he won't put his finger inside me. He won't take my breast in his mouth.

"Please..." I whisper.

"Please what?" he growls. 

I shiver. I want to beg him to satisfy me but I remind myself that I don't want this. My husband is waiting for me at home. "Please stop," I beg. It is the wrong thing to say.

Tony hauls me roughly up. He spins me around the face him. "Get on your knees slut," he snarls with a hard slap across my breast. I yelp, but obey. Tony works his belt and pulls his pants open, his hard cock springing free. I gasp.

My husband's cock is a solid eight inches and thick. Thicker than Tony's, but Tony's cock is longer by at least an inch. My pussy quivers in excitement. My husband already bottoms out when he slams into me, Tony's beautiful rod will be like a battering ram. My head is thick and muddled with arousal. My pussy is drenched and quivering from its denied orgasm. I need that cock inside me and I need it now. 

I shake the thoughts from my head. No, I can't let that happen.

Tony grabs my head, his hand tangling in my hair. "Suck daddy's cock you filthy whore."

I open my mouth to take him and as soon as I do he slams his cock into me hard. I choke and gag against his dick but he holds my head in place. Tears begin pouring from my eyes as he starts fucking my mouth without mercy. His pace is relentless and I gag every time he slams into the back of my throat but my body loves it. I love giving blowjobs and this one is no different. I can feel my pussy juice beginning to leak down my leg.

One hand on the back of my head to hold me in place and one hand abusing my breasts, slapping and pinching them as he throat fucks me, Tony is getting tight. I can feel the orgasm building in him. I suck his cock harder, loving the way it feels in my mouth. If he comes now maybe he won't fuck me, I think. But just as I think he's going to explode in my mouth, fill my mouth with his thick come, he growls angrily and thrusts me away hard enough that I fall back onto the floor.

I lay there naked and trembling, wondering what I did to anger him. I don't want to get spanked again. It had truly hurt. I'm so aroused that I can't think straight. All I want is release.

I reach for him. "What did I do wrong?" I ask tentatively.

He slaps my hands away. "Don't move whore," he barks.

I nod. He unlocks the conference room door and slips out. I know I should run. I should try to get to my phone. This is wrong. I shouldn't be letting this man take advantage of me. But I don't run. I stay on the floor where he left me and wait. I want to touch myself but I don't. He wouldn't like that.

He comes back a few moments later with several lengths of yellow nylon rope. "Stand up," he commands. I push myself unsteadily to my feet.

He moves behind me and grabs my arms. He ties them together behind me, wrapping the rope from wrist to elbow. It's terribly uncomfortable and it forces my breasts out. I'm all hips and ass. I have small breasts, but Tony doesn't seem to mind as he comes back to my front and grips them both. He leans down and takes one nipple in his mouth. For a second he suckles tenderly but then his bites me, hard. I cry out. His teeth hold my sensitive peak captive as one hand wedges between my thighs and finds my pussy. 

He growls his approval. "So wet kitten," he murmurs into my breast.

Tony pulls me forward so that I am once again against the conference table. He shoves my face down before yanking my legs apart. 

I whimper. Spread wide like this, I feel more exposed than ever. He takes his time tying my ankles to the conference table's legs. He kisses the inside of each thigh as he finishes.

I'm truly at his mercy now. My legs are stretched wide and I'm bent over before him, arms bound. My pussy throbs and pulses, inviting him in. I'm bare to him.

"Mmmm... You are a lovely slut," he whispers into my ear. He runs a rough hand up my back. He kisses the back of my neck gently. He begins kissing down my spine. Its gentle, tender. He nuzzles me as he goes. He's toying with me.

I'm crying in frustration now. His hand and mouth are not where I need them. I tilt my hips as much as the binding allows, inviting.

"Please Tony," I whimper. 

"Please what?" he asks. He's kneeling behind me now and his breath is hot on my cunt.

"Please touch me," I beg. 

He nuzzles my outer lips. "Like this?"

God the torture is going to kill me. I am crying in earnest now. "I need you," I breathe.

Suddenly his mouth seizes me, his teeth finding my clit, his tongue pushing inside my folds. I cry out in relief.

He's licking me, sucking me, eating me like he's never had a meal before. "Kitten you taste like heaven," he moans into my cunt. I moan like the whore I am. I arch my back trying to give him even better access. His rhythm is perfect. Any second I'm going to come. My body is tightening, getting ready. I need this.

He stops. I scream in frustration.

"Ask for my permission," he tells me. One finger is stroking me lazily. Just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to tip me over. 

"Please!" I beg. 

He nips my ass, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to startle me. "You can do better than that kitten."

I swallow around the lump in my throat. I need to come more than I have ever needed anything in my entire life. "Please let your kitten come. I need to come. I'm begging you to let me come against your mouth. Please Tony."

With that his mouth seizes my pussy again. He flicks his tongue against my clit once, twice, and then slams his finger into my pussy as I shatter around him, crying out in release. My eyes roll back in my head and I convulse on the table.

I think I black out for a few seconds. When I start to return to my body I can feel his finger still moving inside me. Pumping me, keeping me primed. Tony's large body is leaning over me, covering me. His mouth is next to my ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he says. I can feel the tip of his beautiful cock rubbing against my clit. 

I am past the point of wanting him to stop. I need his dick. I arch my back against him. "Yes," I gasp.

"There is a catch kitten. Once I put my dick in your sloppy cunt, you're mine. This pussy belongs to me. Your husband may use you as he sees fit, but you will know you are my whore. Do you understand?" His cock is still rubbing against me. Rubbing my clit. Sliding around my soaking cunt. Getting slick with my juices. It is making it hard to think.

He pulls away. "No," I whimper. But I feel him untying my arms. Then he moves to my legs. In seconds I'm free again and he flips me easily to my back.

"Look at me," he demands. I obey.

His hands are holding my legs, keeping them spread wide. I watch as he brings the tips of his penis to my clit. He lets is slide slowly, tantalizingly down until he comes to rest at my opening. His fingers bite into my legs and I realize he wants to be in me as much as I want him in me.

"Say it," Tony growls.

"I'm yours," I gasp, meeting his eyes. "This pussy is yours daddy. I am yours to use and abuse as you see fit. Your kitten. Your cunt. Please daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard so I'll never forget who I belong to," I beg. I've never given myself over like this before. It feels amazing.

He slams his cock into me, ramming painfully against my cervix. But I don't care. I need him. He needs me. I cry out as his sets a brutal pace, battering my pussy with his cock. He places his thumb on my clit and begins rubbing in smooth circular motions. He's fucking me so hard I can feel the table move beneath me.

I feel the orgasm building inside me again. I have to ask. "Daddy, please let your kitten come again," I choke out. 

"Not yet," he growls, fucking me harder. "You're tighter than daddy expected for a slut." He releases my leg and leans down on me, burying his face into my neck. He bites the top of my shoulder. "You're the perfect fuck toy," he tells me.

My body clenches in pleasure. I'm going to come. Tears spring to my eyes as I try to hold it back. "Daddy," I whimper my voice heavy with desperation. I feel him tense. 

"Come with me now," he growls sinking his teeth into junction of my neck and shoulder. I cry out as my orgasm explodes with his. My pussy pulses and tightens over and over and over again around his throbbing dick. I can feel his load flooding me. My cunt milks every drop out of his cock.

And then it's over. 

Tony collapses heavily on top of me, breathing hard. I stare up at the ceiling trying to pull myself back together. We lay there panting together for a few moments. I'm uncertain what to do. I want to put my arms around him but I don't. He is my master now. A few stray tears leak from my eyes.

He pushes himself up. One hand caresses my cheek, gently brushing the tear away. "Shhh, kitten. Daddy's here." He kisses me softly on the lips and I can't help but to kiss him back. I need to know everything is okay. Uncertainty and fear are crawling up my spine.

Tony's cock slips out of my cunt and I can feel his semen drip down my thigh. He stands and I think he is going to leave me like this to clean up. Abandon me. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. 

"Don't move," he whispers in my ear and then he leaves the room. A second later he returns with a damp hand towel and gently wipes the tears and smeared mascara from my face.

"You were perfect," he croons, gently brushing my hair back and kissing my forehead.

He moves the towel down and begins wiping my pussy. It feels relaxing. It feels like a reward. I pleased my daddy.

"Christina this cunt is a thing of beauty. And you played your part magnificently." He kisses my lips again.

I smile at him. "I was scared."

He nods. The towel is still wiping my pussy, my thighs. I'm relaxing into him. "I'm sorry about that. But I always find that surprise works best."

"If I hadn't reacted to you the way I did, would you still have raped me?" I ask.

He gives me that shark smile again. "Oh yes Christina. I would have taken you no matter what. But I'm glad you were so submissive."

He is laying on the table next to me, propped up on one arm. He's still cleaning me even though I'm sure I'm clean by now. But I feel safe and comfortable and, despite everything that just happened, like Tony would never hurt me. I'm his kitten. 

"Now, get dressed and go home to your husband," he says. One more kiss on the forehead and he's gone. 

My life has changed. I am a submissive.

And now I have a Master.



The Receptionist and the Zombie







The Receptionist and the Zombie



Grant was relieved that she hadn't actually needed her panic button, but what was this payday she was talking about? A bag of candy and a kiss on the cheek? 

She stopped near the end of the hall, shoved a door open and they went inside a darkened room. He was greeted by the smell of rank sheets and stale beer. There was a handkerchief draped over the bedside light. A stick of incense glowed on the dresser. As he peered about the room, he heard Jane shut the door and lock it. Then she was in front of him, her secret smile fading into a bored pout.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked, facing him, her hands on his waist.

"Do what!" he stammered, confused about this game she was playing.

"Do this," she said, edging her halter top open till her hard nipples were snagged, straining to slip out.

"I guess so," he stammered, letting his fingers touch the edge of the stretchy fabric. She gave her tits a little shimmy like a stripper would do, and they popped free.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "Touch me." She guided his hands onto her breasts. 

"Oh God, Jane," Grant mumbled, letting the heft of her breasts fill his sweaty hands.

"Do you like my tits, Grant?"

"I love your tits," he said, almost sobbing. He lowered his face a little - he didn't have far to go, since she was still wearing her five inch heels - and took a nipple in his mouth.

"Be gentle, baby," she whispered, cradling his head against her chest like a mother cradles her nursing baby. After a few moments she let her hand wander down his chest and into the top of his pants. Her fingers found his cock and immediately clamped tightly to the head. 

"Want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked sweetly, unzipping his pimp pants and jerking them down his hips.

"I want to make love to you," Grant said, rising up to kiss her on the lips.

"No kissing baby, I'm a prostitute, remember?" She turned her head so all he got was a big mouthful of her cheek. Grant's disappointed was mediated by the feel of her hand on his cock, gently squeezing and releasing.

"Let's get naked baby," she suggested, grabbing her little one-piece dress and pulling it up over her head.

He was amazed to see that there was no thong under her dress, just a garter belt and stockings. While frantically shucking off his clothes he stared at the skinny little line where her bush should have been, wondering how a homely receptionist could have such a glamorous snatch. 

"Come on baby," she cooed, laying back on the bed. She pulled her legs up into the air, her five inch heels dangling off her feet like a porn star. "Fuck me, Grant. Stick your cock in my pussy." She reached down with one hand and opened her flowery slit, while with the other she reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

Grant climbed up onto the bed, his stiff dick bobbing in the air. He'd never been with such a beautiful woman before and he could hardly wait. As he aimed his stiffy at her inviting slit, she expertly rolled the condom on with one hand. 

"Oh God Jane. You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this moment."

"Just give me one more sec, baby," she told him, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She reached behind the pillow and pulled out a tube of lube. "It feels better with this stuff," she said, smearing it on his condom-clad cock. 

The feel of her fingers touching him, the sight of her naked body, the smell of her sex, it was so overwhelming he was already on the verge of cumming when he slid inside her with an audible 'slurp'.

"Oh God Jane," he gasped, "it feels so good."

"I know baby, I know," she whispered, pulling him closer. "It feels good for me too. Just hold me close. Take it slow. Make it last." She clamped his torso up against hers with her legs, and then they lay together in the dim light, his dick quivering desperately deep inside her.

He nuzzled up to her neck, nibbling softly. He did want to make it last, but it was too much, the way she was holding him, the way her fingers were caressing his back, the way her mushy tits seemed to envelope his whole chest. He twitched his dick a couple more times and then he could feel it, the sting of his ejaculate spurting out of him like fire.

"That's it baby," she cooed. "Cum in me. Give me every last drop. Fill me up." 

With each shudder he felt as if he was going to cry. It was so good being with Jane, it was worth the stress of watching her disappearing down the hall, tearing his heart out ten minutes at a time. He kept grinding, her hips meeting his in a slow, soothing rhythm.

"Did you like that baby?" she asked sweetly, peeling off her stockings while he tried to keep his shrinking cock inside her. 

"Oh God," he whimpered, wishing his dick wasn't going soft.

She gave him a few more moments inside her and then, with a gentle nudge, she eased his hips away from hers before rolling him over to the side of the bed. He reached for her so they could cuddle, but she was already sitting up. 

"Grant, honey, can you hand me that cup of ice over there on the nightstand?"

He rose up wearily, reached over and handed it to her. Then he watched as she dropped a handful of ice cubes into a washcloth, wrapped them up, and then placed the package between her legs.

"I am so... fucking... sore," she sighed, scrunching her legs together to keep the ice in place.

"Did I hurt you?" he gasped, fearing he'd just blown his big chance to win her love.

"No baby, you didn't hurt me, it was the other twenty-three guys who hurt me."

"What?" Grant gasped, sitting bolt upright. "Twenty-three guys? When?"

"Tonight, silly," she giggled, taking his hand and patting it reassuringly. 

"You mean...?" He couldn't say it. He was aghast. He was heartbroken. 

"That's what prostitutes do baby. They have sex with guys for money. And once the guys see this body, they forget all about getting a blow-job." She readjusted her ice pack, opening her legs for a better fit.

Grant just sat there on the bed dumbfounded. He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been. And the worst part of it was, he'd blown off Patricia for this? He closed his eyes but it didn't help. He was still the same old fool he'd always been. 

"Here baby," Jane said, tossing him a plastic shopping bag. "There's twenty-three hundred bucks in there. You're cut's two hundred and thirty."

He took the shopping bag, looked inside, and then handed it back to her. "You keep it," he mumbled. "Apparently, you earned it."

"Whatever," she said, taking the bag and scooting to the edge of the bed. She gathered her dress, pulled it over her head, and stood up. "Baby? Can I have the beeper back?"

Grant didn't say a word. He climbed over the bed, found his pants on the floor, and handed her the beeper. They dressed in silence with just the rustle of his pimp clothes to compete with his labored sighs.

Finally, summoning more courage than he thought he could muster, he reached out and took her hand. 

"Jane?"?

?"Yeah, hon," she answered, balling up her fishnet stockings and dropping them in the money bag.

"Would you like me to walk you to your car? Or do you want to go get a burger? Or whatever?"

There was a chilly silence. She set the bag down, took his hand in both of hers, and pulled it into her lap. "Grant, honey, this was just a one-time thing. A lark. A Halloween stunt. I mean, I'd love to have you walk me to my car, but Mr. Washburn has a limo waiting for me outside. He just promoted me, like twenty minutes ago. They're moving me to the Eastside office, and he wants to talk about logistics. Right now. So, I've gotta run honey." 

She stood unsteadily, snaking a pair of black panties up her legs. Then she straightened her ho dress, grabbed the sack of money, and sauntered out the door.

After a long, aching moment, Grant gathered up the ice pack she'd left on the bed. With a sickening grunt, he flung it at the mirror and watched it scatter, leaving just his anguished expression reflecting back at him like a grotesque Halloween zombie.