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Deal 'Em!!

By: bassbelly



"So, what are you doing this weekend sis?" Ralph asked with an innocent look on his face.

"You know damned well what I'm doing! I'm doing nothing due to the fact that your latest idiotic maneuver got us both grounded!" Shirley angrily answered.

"Aw, now, twins shouldn't hold grudges against each other. I was only trying to brighten your day. Can't we kiss and make up?"

"Fat chance! In the eighteen years since we were born, you have consistently screwed things up. I'm surprised you didn't try to dick something up while we were still in mom."

"Well, I can't change things now. We are grounded for sure. Mom and dad are playing a golf tournament tomorrow so we'll be home alone. I'll try to be good to you."

"You better be, brother dear, or I'll kick your ass."

Ralph and Shirley retired to their respective bedrooms for the night. At breakfast the next day, mom said, "Okay you two. You are on your own until the tournament is over. Ralph, if you screw anything up and I mean anything, I'll ground you for a year and take your TV away."

"I'll be okay mom," he assured her.

"If I hear about you getting into any kind of trouble, you can kiss your new car goodbye," his dad told him. Mom and dad were out the door and gone.

"Well, stupid, you've got us on the edge of having no transportation for college. Are you happy now?" Shirley asked with a smirk.

"We'll have to figure out some way to amuse ourselves. How about a game of cards? We can't get into any trouble playing cards."

"Cards sound good, but if there is a way to screw it up, I'm sure you'll find it."

The twins sat in the living room playing cards on the coffee table for about an hour.

"Playing for matchsticks isn't that much fun," declared Ralph.

"Yeah, it does kind of suck," agreed Shirley. "Maybe we could up the stakes just to make it more exciting."

"Sounds good to me," Ralph agreed enthusiastically. "What'll we play for?"

"We could play strip poker as long as we set limits on the betting," Shirley said.

"Okay, what kind of limits?"

"How about when we get down to underwear, we call it quits?"

"Okay, deal 'em."

The game started with Shirley taking the early lead. Soon she had Ralph down to his t-shirt and boxers. Then Ralph started to win. Shirley was reduced to her socks, bra and panties.

"We better quit now," Shirley suggested.

"No, no, you've still got your socks."

"Okay, one more hand."

About that time Ralph shifted his position on the couch and Shirley get a good look at his cock up the leg of his boxer shorts. She wasn't paying much attention as Ralph dealt the cards.

"My t-shirt against one of your socks," Ralph declared.

Shirley looked at her cards. Three Queens! She quickly called the bet. "Give me one," she said. Ralph dealt her a jack to go with the other jack she held as a kicker. That gave her a full house! "I'll bet all of what I've got on against everything you've got on," she confidently stated.

"I'll call that bet!" Ralph replied with excitement in his voice.

She smiled as she spread her full house out on the coffee table.

Her eyes bugged out when Ralph rolled over four twos. "Take 'em off sis," he cried triumphantly.

Shirley stood up, not quite sure of whether she should or not. "I'll do it, but we've got to play one more hand after I take it all off so I can get it back."

"What are you going to cover your bets with? I've got all your clothes. You have nothing left to bet."

She glanced at his dick again. "I'll let you suck on my tits against your t-shirt and shorts."

"Well I don't know if that's quite right. What if I win? Are you sure you'll let me suck 'em?"

"Yes, yes, I promise! But your not gonna win, I can feel it."

"Deal 'em," he said.

She picked up her cards. She was one card away from a small outside straight. Ralph took two cards, she took one. When she picked them up she found that she had indeed filled her straight.

"I've got you now! Prepare to strip!" she cried as she laid down her straight.

Ralph rolled his cards over revealing the spade flush. Shirley gasped. She had lost again and this time Ralph would get to suck on her nipples! Damn!

Ralph leaned back on the sofa. "Bring those titties over here," he commanded.

Shirley, now completely nude, sat next to him. Ralph dipped his head to her offerings and sucked gently on her nipples. She felt her pussy juice starting to leak. She knew he could smell it. His lips on her nipples felt so good! She should have let him do this long ago. She wrapped her fingers around his semi hard cock through his boxers. "Take the rest of your clothes off," she groaned.

Ralph quickly stripped off his shirt and boxers. His cock was flopped over against his thigh. Shirley's hand slid up his legs and grasped the thickening member. Ralph abandoned her tits and kissed her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth. She rubbed it with her tongue. Both of them were breathing heavily.

His hand found her slit and he gently rubbed the moist valley. His finger encircled her clit. She moaned her appreciation.

"Where is this going?" he asked her.

"It's going into my bedroom," she moaned. "Let's go!"

She led him by the hand to her bed. He held her tightly and nibbled on her neck. He sucked on her ear lobes. Shirley had no idea that her brother was so adept at pleasing a woman. She felt him sliding down her body, kissing and sucking. He swirled both of her nipples and sucked hard on her tits. He reamed her belly button and jabbed it with his tongue. Finally he reached her pussy.

He tenderly kissed her mound and licked her slit from bottom to top. His tongue plunged into her vagina as she squealed and humped up off the mattress. He found her engorged clit and while he sucked it and licked it he slid a finger into her and rubbed her G spot. 

She went completely wild. She screamed and her legs slammed shut around his head. Her hands drove his lips into her wet pussy. He licked and sucked on the fragrant juices pouring from within her. Damn! She tasted good. She came like a freight train on his face and he happily licked up all of her sweet offering.

He slid back up her body and got between her thighs. "I've only done this twice, so please be easy with me," she whispered.

"The last thing on my mind is hurting you. You know I love you. I'll be as gentle as I can until you want more."

"I love you too. Put it in me. I can't wait any longer."

Ralph slid his iron hard cock into her pussy. She was wet and tight. As soon as he got it all in, he said, "Let me know when you want to really fuck."

"How about right now?" she panted. She could feel his big hard cock sliding in and out of her. She had never dreamed that sex could be this good. "Faster, harder," she demanded.

She reached between them and gently squeezed his nuts. That caused him to slam into her harder and as deep as he could get. He was grunting from the effort of screwing her to the bed. He was big enough to bottom out inside her. She could feel him starting to quiver as his climax approached.

"Don't cum in me," she gasped, "I'm not protected."

She came again, screaming her pleasure and wiggling uncontrollably on his cock.

Ralph held on until just seconds before he started to explode. Then he pulled out of her. She grabbed his cock and jacked it rapidly. When she felt the fluid start to shoot out of it she clamped her lips around the head and sucked as hard as she could.

I love the taste of cum, she thought as Ralph emptied his balls into her greedy mouth. She didn't spill a drop.

"I thought you had only done this twice," Ralph panted.

"I said I had been fucked twice. I've given lots of head. I love the taste pf cum!"

"Let's get a shower," he suggested.

The strolled naked into the bathroom. Under the roar of the water they washed each other completely. "This is fun! We should have tried this before." Shirley sighed.

"Yeah, I really like it," Ralph replied.

They wandered back to the living room and got dressed. Mom and dad would be home soon. 

"Mom and dad are going to the cabin tomorrow. What are we going to do?" Ralph asked.

"Deal 'em," she answered.

Deal for Desires



Before kids, my wife was a really adventurous woman. She went out a lot, and spent most of her time just having fun and feeling sexy. But things begin to change when we get married, and especially after having kids. We become "responsible" and tired, which tends to drown out the sexy, spontaneous people we once were. We can't help it, there is only so much time and energy to give. Inevitably, the demands on us drain us of the exuberance of our youth, rob us of the pleasures we once took for granted, and sadly great sex is usually the first thing to go. We all dream of having highly sexual marriages, where the experimenting, spontaneity and desire never fades. The truth is though, that no matter how much you want that, life sells you a completely different reality. It's no one's fault, it just is what it is. 

Kids had changed the highly sexual woman my wife once was into a tired mom that didn't feel sexy very often. I wanted to reawaken her sexual energy, but no matter what I tried, nothing seemed to ignite her passions like they once were. She needed an experience where she was completely free, and wouldn't be reminded of her responsibilities to everyone else, where her only responsibility would be to do what her body wanted. An experience that would free her inhibitions, and stir the desires of her youth. So, I decided to give her a special night out.

One night as we sat on the couch drinking wine, I decided to tell her my idea.

"I want you to plan a night out" I said.

"Where would you like to go and when?" she asked.

"No. No, I mean for you" I replied.

Confused, she asked what I meant.

"I want you to get a really sexy new dress, book a nice hotel somewhere in Hollywoodand go out to a club or bar and party, dance and enjoy yourself" I said. "Like you used to! Go have fun all night, without having to think about having to come home to kids!!"

She smiled slyly and said she was intrigued by the idea. "So you want me to get dressed up sexy, go party, and stay out all night?" she asked.

"Yeah. I've been thinking, you used to love doing that. I mean it was how you had fun and you never do it anymore. I want you to feel that excitement again" I said. "God knows we don't get much of that anymore."

"So, what if I meet a hot guy? Can I act like how I used to?" she asked jokingly.

"I would expect you would be flirted with, a hot chick like you, so flirt, I mean if that's what you would have done before" I said. "I want you to feel sexy and have a good time."

Her eyes went wide in disbelief at what she was hearing. "How good a time are we talking?" she asked, laughing. "I mean, what if a guy makes a move on me, what should I do? Or better yet, what am I allowed to do?" she continued.

"I don't know, like what do you mean?" I asked.

"Can I kiss?" she asked sarcastically, still testing me.

I hesitated for a moment, not knowing how I felt about this as an actual reality. 

"Um, yeah, ok...you can kiss" I said, kind of nervous at the thought.

"Wow, really? Are you serious?!" she exclaimed, as her brows raised and her mouth went agape.

"Yes baby, I'm not jealous. Look, I want you to come back feeling sexier than ever, and bring that energy into our bedroom" I said.

After a long pause, a sly look crept across her face, then with a slight hesitation in her voice she asked "Can I touch...?"

"I want you to do what you would have done before you were married with kids, ok?" I replied. As her face blushed, I could tell she was not expecting that answer as she quickly shot back "Even if that means bringing a guy back to my room?!"

My heart jumped when I heard the words leave her mouth, but strangely the idea excited me. I couldn't believe the words as they left my mouth, "Yes baby, even that." My heart was pounding as I heard myself say it, what was I getting myself into? My stomach was in a knot and my mouth was dry but I couldn't ignore the bulge beginning to grow in my pants.

"Are you being serious? I can't tell" she asked, curiously.

"Yes, but if you do, there's one catch" I replied with a wink.

"Wow! Ok, so what's the catch?" she asked.

"You have to tease me with all the sexy details when you get back" I replied. 

My wife, being an editor, would be able to paint me a very detailed picture of her evening. 

A naughty smile crept across her face, which told me that she realized this was starting to be as much for me as it was for her. Slowly she began to run her hand up my leg, and in a slutty, sexy tone, asked, "So, if I meet someone, I can do whatever I would have done before I was married, are you sure you'll like hearing about what happens?"

"Uh huh, yeah. I will" I said eagerly as she began to rub my crotch.

As her hands felt how hard I was she smiled devilishly and said, "By what your body is telling me I think your just as excited as I am". Then leaning in to me she whispered "In that case I will definitely be bringing someone back to my room."

A week had passed and I was at work. I received a calendar alert on my phone. Looking at it my heart jumped as I read, "Andrea's night out". It was scheduled for the following Saturday!! I was surprised that she actually booked it so soon. She must have been really excited at the idea. My mind raced for the remainder of my day. I kept wondering what was going through her head and what she was feeling.

When I got home that night, I could tell she was a little different, but in a good way. She had an energy about her like she was looking forward to an upcoming event. She didn't bring it up, which made it awkward for me to ask, so I left it alone. When we finally went to bed, we just small talked a bit about our day. When I finally leaned over to kiss her goodnight she began to kiss me back passionately. Being unusually hornier than normal, it didn't take long for my cock to swell and throb. After making out for a few seconds, she took my hand and moved it down her body as she spread her legs. As soon as I touched her pussy, I was surprised at how wet she was. Her lips were already swollen and hot to the touch, hungry for my dick. She moaned softly and slowly she lifted her hips up and down as I rubbed her. 

My cock was already throbbing, and leaking pre cum. Using the moment as my opportunity, I said, "Feels like you're excited for this weekend?" She smiled then pushed me on my back and got on top of me. I felt her smooth, wet lips rub back and forth against my head for a moment, then open up around me as she began to sit, enveloping my dick in her wet warmth. We both moaned deeply, then with a lusty look she said, "I've been thinking about it all day". Being so turned on, we fucked hard and fast, the anticipation of her upcoming night making us cum quickly and intensely together.

The next day I asked what she had planned for her special night out. She had booked a hotel in Hollywood surrounded by a few bars and a club nearby that she was familiar with. Again she asked if I was really okay with this. She was giving me a way out if I was having second thoughts. I was adamant that she deserved to have a night off from her everyday life, and told her to let herself let go for once, however, I made sure to remind her that she owed me plenty of details, no matter what she did. Andrea smiled and told me how much she loved me, then reassured me that I'd have all the details I wanted.

As the day drew closer, Andrea's night out was all that I could think about. I could tell she was excited because she was hornier than normal and wanted to fuck every night. She would cum a lot, and easily. I was definitely feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness now. Was I crazy to give my insanely hot wife permission to fool around? Probably. But I couldn't help being aroused at the thought of her getting dressed up really hot, feeling sexy, and being wanted by other men.

The night before she was set to go out I was barely able to sleep. I awoke from a vivid dream of her out, dancing sexy in a tiny little dress, and, not surprisingly, I was almost hard. I spent the next few hours tossing and turning. Horny from my dream and thinking about the next night, I imagined what might happen between Andrea and another man.

Finally, when morning came, I got up and made my coffee. About 30 minutes later, she came out to the kitchen. I was really anxious and asked if she wanted to do something, trying to pretend like I didn't know what day it was. Andrea smiled and told me that she couldn't since she had a few errands to run. "Oh really?" I asked slightly confused. "Like what?"

"I have to get ready for tonight" she said, teasingly.

"Get ready? Like what do you have to do?" I asked.

"Well, I'm shopping for a few things, getting my nails done" and after hesitating for a moment she blushed slightly and said, "...and getting waxed".

"Ohhhhh" I said, kind of laughing as my heart began to race anxiously. "Yeah, ok, that's cool" I said trying to be cool. Then as I thought about her preparing herself for sex I felt my anxiousness begin to turn to arousal.

When Andrea got home later that afternoon I asked how her day went. "Good", she said "I got a few things, and oh man I forgot how much waxing hurts! But it feels so nice after, it's so totally worth it".

Not knowing what to say, I just smiled and asked, "Find anything good?"

At first, she was hesitant to tell me what she bought, which only made me want to know more.

"Well I figured it would be weird if I wore the same panties I wear around you, so I bought some new ones, and a sexy dress" she said blushing slightly.

My cock swelled as I began to imagine how sexy she was going to look tonight, and how she could have any man she wanted "Well I cant wait to see it!" I said excitedly. 

She smiled, then excused herself to the bathroom to start getting ready.

She took a long hot shower, and after I heard the water stop I went in the bathroom and saw her wrapped in a towel and blow drying her hair. It felt strange, and exciting, that she was getting ready to look hot for other guys. I watched as she did her makeup, smoky eyes with thick eyeliner, and dark red lips. She looked so sexy it was killing me. When she let the towel finally drop from her body, I looked at her up and down, stopping to stare at her bald pussy. I was already half hard thinking about how good it felt when she was waxed smooth like that. I started thinking how another man might feel it tonight and my cock throbbed imagining her pleasuring someone else. As I fantasized, Andrea rubbed body lotion all over herself, and smelled of sweet vanilla and coconut. With a sheepish grin she asked if I wanted to see what she was going to be wearing.

"Uh huh, yeah sure." I replied. She pulled black lace panties and a tiny black dress from the bag she had brought home. She pulled the panties on then stepped into her little club dress. "This is the kind of dress I would wear in Vegas" she said as she pulled it on. 

The she stepped into her heels, checked herself out in the mirror and adjusted her dress. Stepping back, I looked her up and down. Damn she looked so sexy! Her dress hugged her body, and was just short enough to show off every inch of her tan, toned legs. She could barely move without flashing the bottom of her ass. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra as the outline of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. I could tell that she felt as sexy as she looked, and I wondered if she was already wet with anticipation. Andrea sprayed herself with perfume and said, "Ok, I think I'm ready!!" 

She looked over at me and asked, "How do I look?" 

With my eyes wide I stammered for a moment, then uttered, "um...amazing! I mean wow, you look so sexy!!"

She smiled and walked over to me. Then hugging me tightly and pressing her body into me, she kissed me gently on the cheek and whispered, "I love you". Then stepping back suddenly she said, "Wow baby, you're really hard!"

"Yeah, well look at you, your so sexy it's unreal!" I replied feeling a bit embarrassed.

She smiled and said, "Have a good night baby, I'll take care of that tomorrow, I promise." She kissed me lightly again so not to mess up her lipstick and walked towards the door.

"Have fun baby" I said, as my words caught in my throat.

She looked back at me with a sexy smile and winked saying, "Oh, I definitely will" then grabbed her bag, opened the door and left.

I paced anxiously around the house for a bit until the kids started complaining that they were starving, and asked to go to their favorite restaurant. While we ate, I couldn't help but think about my wife. Had I made a huge mistake? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I felt at the thought of her being with another man. When we got home I rented a movie, which was a good distraction. When I started thinking more about how sexy she looked, and how excited she was, my anxiety turned to arousal. I thought of our own sex life being stimulated by this adventure. I couldn't tell if I was more nervous or excited. Every so often I would look at the clock and wonder what she might be doing. Was she having fun? Did she make any friends? Was she being hit on? Was she drunk? My mind was racing. I hoped she was having fun. I wanted her to feel really sexy again, and hoped the excitement of being flirted with by someone new would help.

After the movie was over I looked at the clock, it was now 11:30 so I sent the kids to bed and went to bed myself. As I laid down I again wondered what she was doing. Probably dancing with a drink in her hand. The visual made me laugh, and made me happy to think of her having fun. Somehow, I eventually fell asleep.

I awoke some time later needing to use the bathroom, so checked the clock. Wow, it was already 2am! The bars were closed. Andrea would be in her room by now. Was she alone? What if she wasn't? What was she doing? Then an image of her room flashed across my mind, with her dress and panties on the floor. I tried to shake the image, but I couldn't. As my imagination took control I saw her on the bed, on her hands and knees with a handsome, well-built man behind her. I imagined her face contorting with pleasure as he thrust into her over and over from behind. Was she loud? Did he have a big dick? Did he cum inside her? I began to throb and get hard the more I thought about it, so I reached down and started stroking myself. I came quickly, then tried to stop thinking about it and forced myself back to sleep.

I awoke about 7:30 in the morning feeling exhausted from the restless night and got up to make breakfast. I checked my phone but there was nothing from her. My stomach was tight and I had no appetite. I was anxious to know what had happened last night. I laid on the couch and watched TV all morning while the kids played video games. Then at about 11:15, I heard the back door open and the sound of keys being put in the tray. I felt a surge of adrenalin knowing she was home. As she walked into the living room, I noticed she was wearing jean shorts and a tank top. Her hair was tossed into a pony tail, her eye makeup smudged and her lipstick wiped off. She had a relaxed and happy glow about her, but I thought I sensed a tinge of guilt. She smiled sheepishly and asked how everything was.

"Good" I said as I filled her in on my uneventful night.

"Ok good, well I'm gonna shower" she said.

"How come you didn't shower there?" I asked.

"I got to bed pretty late and ended up sleeping in almost to check out, then just wanted to get home", Andrea said. "It was so nice to be able to sleep in without getting woken up by the kids, and the bed was so comfortable!"

"Ok, well can I at least get a hug first?" I asked as I walked over to her and hugged her tight. I could smell alcohol on her breath, and a bit of perfume still in her hair, and the slightest hint of sweat. "Ok go shower hunny" I said after I had let her go. She smiled and walked to the bedroom. 

After I heard the shower on for about 5 minutes, I crept into our room and saw her clothes on the floor. I picked up her shorts and found that the panties in them were different than the ones she had worn out last night. I pulled her dress out of her bag and smelled it, it smelled like her sexy body lotion and perfume. I thought about how hot she looked in it and imagined all the attention she must have gotten last night. Then I looked in and saw her black panties crumpled up in a ball. I opened them up and held them to my face. My heart jumped as I immediately felt that they were wet, and I could smell her scent so strong in them. My cock throbbed. My mind raced imagining what happened to get her so wet. I was dying to know.

We didn't talk about it at all that day and I tried hard to act normal. I couldn't wait to have her alone so she could satisfy my curiosity. When we finally went to bed that night, I rolled on my side toward her and asked her to tell me about her escapade. "Well? I'm dying to know. Did you have fun? What happened?" I asked anxiously.

She turned towards me while her face lit up with a sexy, satisfied smile. "I haven't felt anything like that in a long time Rich! It was amazing! Do you want to hear everything? Right now??"

"Yeah of course!" I quickly replied as my heart pounded in my chest.

"You're sure you want to hear everything? You won't get upset, right?" she asked.

"Yes baby I'm sure, and that was our deal! You said you'd tell me all the details. I can handle it. I want to know!" I reassured her.

"Ok, well I'll try my best to be very detailed for you" A sly smile crept across her face as she began "After I checked into my room I went to the bar downstairs for a drink. I sat at the bar and noticed a few cute guys. One guy sat next to me and started talking to me but I couldn't help but notice a really hot older guy sitting at the other end of the bar. The whole time this guy was talking to me, the other older hot guy kept looking over at me. He was with some other girl but I could tell he was very into me, and he was way hotter than the guy talking to me. After I finished my drink, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I came out, the hot older guy approached me. He'd obviously ditched the girl he was talking to, and asked if he could buy me a drink. I told him that I'd love one and he found us a table. I quickly followed him trying not to let the other guy notice that he too had just been ditched. 

Ryan was his name and I could tell he was really attracted to me because he kept checking me out when he thought I wouldn't notice. He was looking at my legs a lot, and I caught him staring at my tits a couple times. We small talked for about half hour, and I lied, saying I was a single woman in town on business. He didn't question much as I'm sure he didn't care for details. I could tell he was willing to have a night of fun and wasn't looking for more than that. After we'd both had a couple of drinks, there was a lot of sexual tension between us."

As she explained her night, my heart was pounding and my cock began to harden with anticipation of what was coming next.

"I was done drinking, and the flirting was escalating quickly, so I took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor."

"Were you turned on?" I asked, my voice quivering.

She smiled, and had a look like she was reminiscing about the moment, then answered "I was already wet if that tells you anything. Ryan was a really good dancer, and he couldn't take his hands off of me. My skirt kept riding up, giving him a good peek of my panties, which he definitely noticed. He grabbed my ass a lot, and when he pulled me into him I could feel how aroused he was. It was obvious how much he wanted me. We danced for a while, and had sweat all over us. After a while I was so aroused I just couldn't wait anymore, so, I asked if he wanted to come up to my room."




Deal for Desires



When she said that my heart quickened as my cock throbbed. She continued "He looked surprised, so clearly he wasn't expecting that from me. Excitedly though he said yes, and asked me to lead the way. I pulled him off the dance floor, grabbed my purse, headed into the lobby, and straight into the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed, he pulled me into him, as our bodies pressed together. He kissed me deeply, squeezing my ass and rubbing my tits. I was so horny I began to throb, and I could feel how hard he was against my leg. My arousal took over as I reached down and stroked him through his pants, still kissing he moaned into my mouth when he felt my hand touch his hard dick, and I was excited to feel how big and thick he was. When we got to my room Ryan told me that he had never had sex with anyone on the first night before, and never with anyone as sexy and confident as me."

My heart was pounding as Andrea went on about her night in vivid detail. I could imagine it like I was in the room watching her, and now I kind of wish I had been.

"I smiled and told him to stand still as I slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. Then I undid his belt, and unzipped his pants. He pulled his shirt off as his pants fell to the floor, and I told him to sit in the lounge chair behind him. Still wearing his shorts he laid back in the chair as I looked him up and down, admiring his muscular body. His boxers were standing straight up, the outline of his cock clearly visible beneath them, and a big wet spot from pre cum. Seeing that made my stomach flutter, I was so excited I was getting to fuck this hot stranger. I started to dance seductively for him as he watched. My panties and ass peaked out as my dress rode up my body. After a few minutes, I slowly slid my dress down and stepped out of it, dancing only in my panties and heels. 

He kept looking me up and down and seeing how horny he was turned me on even more, and knowing how badly he wanted to fuck me made me over-the-top excited. Unable to control his desires any longer he started to rub himself, but I quickly told him to stop. I told him only I was allowed to touch him. As I danced, I slowly moved closer to him, until I was right in front of him. I told him he wasn't allowed to touch me but had to keep his hands to his sides at all times. Then I knelt down between his legs. At this point I was so eager to finally see his cock. So slowly I lifted the waistband of his boxers up and over, careful not to touch him. Then I pulled them down and off his legs, and looking back up I finally saw it. It was much bigger than anything i've ever had before, it had to have been at least 7 1/2 to 8", and thick. I watched, mesmerized as it twitched, the thick head glistening with pre cum. 

I was aching as I looked at it, I could barely stand it. I rubbed my hands up and down his thighs as he sighed softly. I looked up and I could see how badly he needed me to touch him, so I gently wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed." She said, laughing subtly to herself, "When I did he groaned in relief, finally feeling me touch him. He was so hard that it felt like a rock pulsing in my hand. I started stroking him softly as he moaned. Pre cum leaked down his shaft and onto my hand. Still stroking him, I leaned down and licked his head like a lollipop, then stroking him some more I opened my mouth and started sucking his head. He groaned deeply, and looking up I saw pure pleasure on his face as he watched my mouth on his dick. I kept stroking him softly, then sucked his head a couple more times just to tease him while he lifted his hips up and down, clearly begging for more. 

I was literally dripping now and ed to fuck him so bad. But first I wanted to really suck him good. I leaned down and took as much of him into my mouth as I could, then closing my lips tight around him I started sucking and stroking him simultaneity. He groaned in ecstasy, and I could feel him throbbing in my mouth. He kept moaning and saying how good it felt and how good I was at sucking him. It wasn't long before he was begging for me to sit on him, which I wanted to do so badly now, I couldn't stand it any longer. I slid my mouth off and looked at his cock. It was glistening with my spit and looked even bigger now after sucking it. Then I got up and pulled off my panties, which were completely soaked now."

In that moment, I realized why her panties had still felt wet this morning, she had been wearing them while sucking another man's cock. My heart was pounding, and my cock was so hard that it felt like it could explode. "So what did you do now?" I asked.

She smiled like she was reliving the pleasure in her own mind and said, "Well, I had him lay on the bed and I got on top of him. He grabbed my ass, leaned forward, took my nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it. I went to sit but stopped when I felt his head press against my lips. I slowly rubbed myself against him, his head sliding between my lips, teasing us both. He wanted me to sit all the way down, but I just teased, just riding his head, making him want it even more. I could feel my juices flowing down his dick as he groaned. He kept lifting his hips up and down, trying to push into me, saying "please fuck me, i need to..."

Finally I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have his cock in me. I started to sit, but he felt huge so I had to go slow. I began to ride the tip of him as he moaned, "ohhhhh yessss, oh God yes your so tight and wet!!...". Then I took a little bit more of him into me each time I pushed down, the pleasure intensifying as more and more of him entered me. As he stretched me open we both moaned like crazy, and I could see the pleasure on his face as my pussy slowly swallowed his dick. He was groaning deeply, saying how smooth and tight I was, and how he couldn't believe how good it felt. Then after a few moments I was finally able to sit all the way down on him. I sat still for a moment, feeling his dick pulsating inside me. Then I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and slowly started riding the full length of him, his cock felt so big, oh God it was so good baby. He looked like he was in heaven as I rode him. I fucked him slowly at first, so neither one of us would cum too fast. He was really loud too, and now that I think about it I guess I was too, and I could tell he was already forcing himself to hold it in."

My mouth was dry and I could barely swallow as I visualized what my wife had done only hours ago. My body shook and my cock throbbed as pre cum soaked the inside of my shorts. "What next?" I asked, my voice quivering, sounding quiet and scratchy.

"Well as I rode him he grabbed my boobs and started sucking on them both. Almost immediately when he did I felt my orgasm beginning. I started riding him faster, feeling it building within me. It overtook my entire body until it began to peak, then I was completely overwhelmed with ecstasy until I climaxed into the most intense orgasm ever. My pussy tightened around him and I felt a gush of wetness soak his dick as I came. It was so intense, and uhhhh, it lasted so long!

After what seemed like forever my orgasm began to fade but my pussy was still throbbing, and I felt like I could cum again really easily. I was so lost in my own world I had almost forgotten about him until he groaned suddenly and thrust his hips up, driving himself all the way into me. I looked down and saw that familiar look a guy makes just before he's about to cum, the one of complete and total sexual ecstasy. He couldn't even suck my tits anymore as his own orgasm was about to overtake him. 

I kept riding him, watching as his face contorted from the pleasure. His body tensed up and his cock swelled inside me. Then I pushed my hips as deep as possible so that my pussy took every last bit of him in. He grabbed me and moaned so loudly as his eyes rolled back, then he started cumming, so deep inside me. I could feel his dick throbbing as he came, and as I milked him I felt myself about to cum again. I started grinding down on him feeling my orgasm build until I started to cum. We were both cumming so hard I wasn't even aware of how loud we were at first, I was so distracted by this huge cock making me cum again as it emptied it's cum into me. 

He had cum for what seemed like forever so I kept riding him until he was completely empty, and I was totally spent. When we finally finished, I just sat there to catch my breath, his cock still twitching inside me. Then after another minute or so I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came back, he was getting dressed. So that was it baby. I just told him it was great to meet him and he left, that's it. That was my night. Was that enough detail for you baby?"

My mouth was open but I couldn't even speak. She reached down and touched me.

"Oh my gosh baby! You're so hard!" she said excitedly.

Andrea reached into my shorts and wrapped her hand around my cock. In shock, she said, "Oh my gosh baby! Did you cum?!" 

I had.



Deal of a Lifetime



"I can't fucking stand you!" she screamed. "Get OUT of MY kitchen!"

"The feeling is mutual, honey, but I'm not going anywhere," he declared, egging her on.

"Vat tis the meaning ov dis...dis...velling?" the maitre'd asked in his thick accent as he burst into the kitchen from the front of the house. "Yous are dee-sturbing my guests!"

"Get that VILE man OUT of my kitchen and everything will be FINE!"

"I hate to tell you, sweetheart, but it's not YOUR kitchen," he said with a smirk as he continued delicately slicing the foie gras she'd had imported just this morning. "It's OUR kitchen."

"Ugh! I can't work like this!" she screamed, throwing her knife down onto the cutting board, then ripping off her chef's hat and tossing it into the sink. She turned and stormed towards the back exit.

"Vait!" yelled the maitre'd. "Yous can't leave! Dinner is avout to ve served!"

"Tell it to the Neanderthal," she said over her shoulder.

After pacing for several minutes, telling one of the waitresses about her kitchen woes, and downing a snifter of brandy courtesy of the bartender, she'd finally calmed down enough to creep back into the kitchen. She'd almost managed to return unnoticed, but apparently he'd been keeping an eye out for her, knowing she wouldn't abandon ship once she'd cooled down. "Ahhhh, the princess is back! Everyone stop what you're doing! We must bow and curtsey at once!" he yelled. He bowed properly, then chuckled, before returning to smoking the fingerling potatoes.

She calmly made her way over to his station, slamming her fist down on his cutting board. "You can cook tonight, but mark my words, you will NOT be in this kitchen before the week is out, do you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am, I hear you ma'am, me thanks you for letting me finish out da night," he said sarcastically before bursting into laughter once more.

"You won't be laughing when you're out of the job, buddy. I WILL be the ONLY head chef around here soon enough," she said before returning to her station.

"You don't have a prayer in hell, darlin'," he declared.

As the night wore on, the two chefs didn't talk to each other, but plenty was said. Elbows were thrown into his ribs, mashed potatoes seemed to keep making their way from his mixer into her hair...the rest of the staff did their best to stay out of the way. 

Finally, the night was drawing to a close. The entire staff had gone home...except for the two stubborn chefs. Each was afraid they would somehow get screwed by the other one if they dared take a few hours to sleep. They sat in their respective corners, planning the next week's menu to present to the owner at the meeting first thing in the morning. She was also formulating another plan too, though...she was once and for all determined to rid that disgusting man from her kitchen. She should be THE head chef and not have to share the title with that silly, stupid, disgusting man. She'd had enough of sharing. She WOULD convince the restaurant owner that she deserved to run the kitchen on her own, she decided. 

She was lost in her thoughts, thinking about what she'd say to the owner the next morning to persuade him, when the Neanderthal himself came over and sat down next to her. "So, whatchya got so far, honeypie?"

"Go back to your mud hole, you pig," she hissed.

"Put the claws back in for a sec, princess. What're you doing for the fourth course? Beef?"

"You'll see tomorrow morning at the meeting," she said, returning to her work.

"Ok, so you're doing beef...then I'd better plan for seafood," he said, making a note on his notepad.

"I did NOT say I was making beef!" she yelled, throwing her pen down.

"I bet $1 million dollars that you're making Kobe beef for the fourth course," he said as he made more notes.

"Don't you have somewhere to be? Someone waiting for you to come home and annoy them?"

"Nah, just an apartment in Soho. My cat doesn't care when I get home."

She rolled her eyes.

"So," he continued, "definitely beef for course four?"

"Ugh! You're impossible!"

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, jotting more notes.

She ripped his notebook out from underneath him and threw it across the kitchen. "Go fetch, doggy."

He stood up. "You're violent," he said, smirking. He turned his back to her and started walking towards his notepad, which was now laying on the floor.

"And you're an obnoxious pig!" she screamed, as she pulled a ladle off the utensil wall and hurled it at him. He bent over to pick up his notebook just in time to miss being hit with it. He quickly stood back up and looked back at her. She had a slotted spoon in her hand, ready to be thrown in his direction.

"Don't you dare!" he yelled, but it was too late. The spoon was already heading his way. Again, he ducked just in time to avoid being hit with it. "You crazy bitch!"

"I fucking hate you!"

"The feeling's mutual!"

Just then, something caught her eye. She turned her head to see his favorite stock pot sitting freshly washed near the sink. Every chef had a favorite piece of equipment and this was his...at least she had a bargaining chip to get rid of him even if it was only for a few hours. She slid over to it and picked it up.

"Don't you throw that pot! It'll get damaged!"

"I want you outta here!"

"Ain't gonna happen, sweetheart, so get over it...and put the pot down."

"Get out or the pot gets it!" she said, screaming like a lunatic, waving the pot in the air.

"Put MY pot down NOW!" he demanded.

"I will...as soon as YOU get out of MY kitchen!" He took a few steps towards her and she lifted the stock pot into the air. "STOP!"

He stood still on her command. "Put...my...pot...down."

"You're in no position to be making demands," she said, smirking.

"Put it down, I said."

"Get out of here, let me have some peace to finish my menu, and your pot lives to see the light of day."

He huffed as he returned to his station, shoved his notebook into his messenger bag, zipped it up, then slung it over his shoulder. He started to walk towards the door, looking in her direction long enough to say, "It's my cat's dinner time anyhow." Then, he was gone.

She set the stock pot down and went back over to the table, collapsing into the chair with a huge sigh. She was finally alone in the kitchen...the way it was meant to be. Why, then, did she feel SO alone? She couldn't stand that vile man, yet being here alone didn't feel as comfortable as she expected. She didn't have time to ponder it, though. She only had seven hours to finish the menu, sleep, and get back to the restaurant for the meeting. 

*****

"Aaaahhhh, yes, this is a brilliant idea, Mia! This Kobe beef dish will fit the fourth course perfectly!" the restaurant owner said to her. Mia beamed.

"And I love the recipe you have here for course two, Jake. How can we go wrong with scallops and citrus aioli?"

"Thank you, sir," he said with a nod. Then, Jake leaned over to Mia and whispered, "I'll take that million dollar Kobe beef bet in unmarked twenties, thanks."

Mia huffed, then smiled at the owner once more.

"I swear, hiring the two of you was the best move I ever made! I have the two best chefs in the city in MY restaurant! No wonder sales are up by 40%!"

"It's a really great restaurant, sir. I'm honored to cook here," she said.

"Aww, Mia, you're a darling."

"So, then, is that the final menu sir?" Jake asked, interrupting their sweet moment.

"Yes, Jake, I think we'll go with your ideas for courses 2, 3, 6, and 7 and we'll use Mia's ideas for courses 1, 4, and 5."

"Excellent! Then we'd better get to work Mia, darling!" Jake said sarcastically, bursting from his chair.

"I'll be along in a minute, Jake...I want to talk to Mr. Daggerfield about something first."

"Ok," Jake said, looking at her suspiciously as he left the office.

"What is it, Mia? Everything ok?"

"Well, no sir, to be honest, Jake and I are having a bit of trouble working together."

"Oh, well, there's always an adjustment period. I'm sure you two will warm up to each other."

"I HIGHLY doubt that, Mr. Daggerfield."

"Sure you will Mia! Give him a chance...he's very talented."

"He is, sir, I agree. I'm just not sure he and I are a good fit. I'd hoped to run my own kitchen...THIS kitchen."

"I see," Mr. Daggerfield said, running his hand across his stubbly beard. He was obviously choosing his next words very carefully. After a long pause, he began to speak. "I appreciate your desire, Mia, I really do, but business is booming with the two of you running the kitchen. You and Jake may not get along, but your culinary chemistry is outstanding. As a business man, I can't dare ruin that by getting rid of one of you."

"I really don't think I can work with him."

"Well, Mia, if you want to work here, you'll have to. That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

She left his office a few minutes later, deflated. She really hadn't expected her bluff to work, but she didn't expect him to be so willing to let her go, either. She knew she wouldn't REALLY quit, but she doubted her nerves would stand up much longer to the Neanderthal. Then, it hit her like a lightning bolt. No, she wouldn't have to quit! What she could do, however, is make HIM quit! She could make his life a living hell! A smile returned to her face as she walked towards the kitchen with a new, better, more devious plan in place. 

Upon entering the kitchen, she saw Jake at his station, chopping the black truffles for the Baked Truffle Macaroni and Cheese. He turned and spotted her. "How'd your meeting with Daggerfield go?"

He sounded a little nervous. She LOVED that.

"Great! Really great!" she replied, in a sing-songy voice.

"Glad to hear it!" he said, mimicking her. 

She went over to her station, retrieved her knife case from beneath the counter, and began rolling it out...smiling the entire time. She could tell her smiling made him nervous, so she kept it up.

"So when should I expect my million?" he asked.

"A week from never," she said, coldly.

"Ahhh, but you DID do Kobe beef for the fourth course! A bet's a bet!"

"I never bet you," she said smiling.

"Did you notice Daggerfield chose FOUR of my courses for next week's menu? It's exciting that the menu is predominantly composed of MY dishes."

"Congrats to you," she said with a smile. She could almost see his huge ego deflate before her eyes.

They didn't speak another word the rest of the day or through dinner service. Both concentrated on impressing the guests...and the owner. They were on their game...chopping and sauteing and searing like madmen. They inspected every plate that left the kitchen so that everything was perfect. They didn't have time to poke or prod each other...until the dinner service was over. 

"Your foie gras was a tad overdone," she blurted out as she was cleaning her knives at the sink.

"My foie gras was perfect," he said as he cleaned his knives at the sink next to hers. "Your Beef Wellington looked a little too crispy, though."

"It was a buttery golden brown as it should be," she calmly replied.

"So, what'd Daggerfield say this morning? After choosing more of my ideas over yours for next week's menu, is he gonna fire me just because you asked him to?"

"What makes you think your name even entered the conversation? Are you THAT much of an egomaniac?"

"Are you gonna stand there and tell me that you DIDN'T tell Daggerfield that you couldn't work with me? You DIDN'T threaten to quit unless he got rid of me?"

"I most certainly did NOT threaten to quit!"

"Ahhh, but you did tell him you couldn't work with me?"

"You're such a pain in the ass, narcissistic, egomaniac pig, ya know that?" she said matter-of-factly as she dried her knives and returned them to their case.

"Takes one to know one, princess."

"Is that all you got?"

"No. Want more?"

"Sure. I dare you." She turned and looked at him, leaned against the counter, and folded her arms, waiting for his response.

"Well, for starters, you're a control freak."

"Name a top chef who isn't."

"Yes, but your controlling tendencies carry over into your life. I bet you have all your shampoo bottles lined up in a row in your shower. Everything in perfect order. I bet your even alphabetize your spice rack."

Lucky guess. She rolled her eyes.

"Ok, I'm right so far. You can't keep a relationship because no man lives up to your standards, but that's only because your standards are so impossibly high. You won't give anyone a break."

"That's NOT true!"

"And you don't trust anyone because your heart got broken badly once, maybe twice. Well buck up, sweetheart, that's happened to everyone." He barely took a breath as he continued. "And in the egomania department, you take the cake. You think you're so perfect and no other chef could possibly come close to you. Well, I hate to shatter your ideals, sister, but there ARE a few of us in your league." She was fuming, but he wasn't yet done. "And I think you have no idea how to have fun...you're too busy making the kitchen your life instead of just your job. You need to let go. Hell, you probably just need to get laid so you won't be such a raging bitch-a-saurus."

She turned, knives in hand, and walked towards her kitchen station without saying a word. Somehow she managed not to stab him. 

"No response? I'm disappointed. I thought for sure you were gonna tell me how I have you all wrong," he said as he leaned against the sink and dried his knives.

"You want a response?" she asked, her back still turned. "I'll GIVE you a response!" She set her knives down and picked up a ceramic dinner plate, quickly turned, and flung it in his direction like a Frisbee. Her aim was off, though, and it hit the wall to his left and shattered into the sink.

The few staff members who were lingering quickly ran out the back door...they didn't want to get caught in the middle of the battle. She looked in his direction, full of rage. To her surprise, he burst out laughing. "Now THAT was a response!" 

"What the hell is wrong with you? Is everything a fucking joke to you?"

"Not everything, sweetheart, just you," he said nonchalantly.

Without thinking, she turned, grabbed another plate, and flung it in his direction again. This time, she almost hit him, missing his head by less than an inch, before the plate shattered against the wall again. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Closer. Getting mad, are you?"

"Fuck you!"

"Ya know what else...I really don't see why the owner thinks you're such a great chef. Are you sucking his cock on a regular basis or something? I mean, I've seen better side dishes at TGI Friday's and better prime rib at Outback Steakhouse. You've really got a lot to learn, honey."

Mia lost it. REALLY lost it. She picked up one plate after another and began flinging them like Frisbees in his direction. Most of them missed him, crashed against the wall, and fell into the sink in pieces. A few, however, hit him in the head and shoulder as he did his best to dodge them. Finally, though, the stack was gone. She paused. He put his hands down and looked up at her. 

Almost simultaneously, they both spotted another stack of plates about 3 yards away that had just been cleaned after dinner service and returned to the kitchen for the next day. They both took off towards the plates. Mia reached them first and grabbed the first plate, flinging it at him. He was too close, though, and it missed him, flying just over his left shoulder. She grabbed another and had it up in the air at the ready, but he grabbed her wrists, slammed her back up against the cool stainless steel ovens that had long since been turned off, and held her there with his own body weight. She dropped the plate in her hand and it fell to the floor and shattered. 

"Enough!" he screamed.

"I hate you!" she screamed back, a fire in her eyes.

"I hate you, too!" he yelled back at her.

They both stood there steaming...nostrils flaring, eyes raging, breathing hard. "I want you gone!" Mia ranted as she tried to break free from his grasp.

"I want...." his voice trailed off as he looked at her writhing beneath him. 

"What do you want?! Spit it out, you fucking moron!"

"I want...." he could barely believe what he was thinking, let alone say it out loud.

"Say it!"

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her hard. She struggled beneath him, trying to break free from his grasp. He held her wrists tight against the oven as he shoved his tongue into her mouth to taste her. She writhed a bit, feigning a want to escape...she soon realized though, to her surprise, that she didn't want to break free. Finally, she quit struggling and allowed the kiss to happen, even kissing him back a bit. When he thought it was finally safe, he let go of her hands and circled his arms around her waist, drawing her into his body. She pushed against his strong, broad shoulders instinctively, but his kiss became more and more insistent. As his tongue roamed her mouth, she quit fighting him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. She ran her fingertips through his wavy black hair. He, meanwhile, already had other ideas. 

Jake scooted over to the stainless steel countertop, Mia in tow, and lifted her up onto it, continuing to kiss her roughly. His hands moved down to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Although he'd barely even admitted it to himself, she had the best tits. He'd found himself staring at them more than once. She had to be at least a D cup...and he could tell that her nipples were hard as rocks beneath her thin bra and her chef's jacket. He slid his hands down her sides then down her thighs. She always wore a skirt on "meeting day", which Jake currently appreciated. He pushed it up until her black, silk panties were visible. 

He reached down, unbuckled his jeans, and unceremoniously pulled out his stiff cock. Before she could attempt to tell him 'no', he pulled her towards the edge of the table, pushed her panties aside, and buried himself inside her. They both audibly sighed in relief as his thick, hard cock penetrated her soft, soaking-wet canal. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder as she tossed her head back. He held her tight against his body as he thrust his cock into her over and over again. He kissed her passionately and sucked her neck as she moaned. She spread her legs wider to accept more of him. He, in turn, pushed further into her. 

He needed more, though. He ripped open her chef's coat with both hands, leaving her to lean back and hold herself up by placing her hands flat on the countertop behind her. This forced her chest to push out towards him. She looked up at him, catching the fire in his eyes. Even she couldn't deny that she'd never been so turned on in all her life. He reached down and unclasped the front clasp of her bra. When he let it go, her bra sprang back and her breasts sprang forward. He wasted no time lifting her right breast up to his lips and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He flicked his tongue out across it making it stiff and, in turn, making her moan in ecstasy. He circled his free hand around her waist, holding her close to him again. Meanwhile, he never stopped his assault on her cunt. He kept thrusting, fucking her with all he had.

Finally, his hand dropped from her breast and snaked down her belly. He slipped it beneath her skirt, over the top of her panties, and immediately found her hard little nub of a clit. He pressed against it with two fingers and she jerked. He let her nipple fall from his lips and stood straight up again, staring at her. She wasn't sure what to do...she sat still, staring back at him. He snaked one hand up her back, leaving the other hand on her clit. He grabbed a handful of her long, wavy, auburn hair and pulled her towards him. As his tongue entered her mouth once more, his fingers began to move in small, rough circles over her clit. She sank into his deep, overwhelming kiss...his hot mouth enveloping her as their tongues entwined. 




Deal of a Lifetime



Sensations flooded her body. She concentrated on her mounting orgasm. Every time his fingers completed a circular motion over her clit, she felt like she was so much closer to cumming. His thick hot shaft penetrating her made her feel so full, so alive. She wanted this to last all night, but before she knew it, she felt herself flying over the edge. Her pussy seized his cock as her juices flooded her cunt. Her entire body shook and shivered and tensed. She bucked her hips upward towards him as she rode through her orgasm. This, in turn, sent him over the edge. He broke from her kiss and growled. He took his hand from her clit and moved upward, latching both hands onto her hips. He began to fuck her harder than he'd ever fucked anyone in his entire life. He fucked her with force, like a man possessed, until his cum shot from his cock and unloaded inside her, mixing with her juices. He kept thrusting his hips, slower and slower, until every drop of cum had left his cock. Finally, he set his hands down on the countertop on either side of Mia to steady himself. He was feeling lightheaded now and quite overwhelmed. He closed his eyes and kept his head down.

They both sat there, breathing heavily, for several minutes. Finally, he looked up at her, smiling. He was surprised when she grabbed her chef's coat, yanking it tight around her naked breasts, and asked, "What're you looking at?"

"You," he answered simply.

"I suppose you find this funny, don't you? I suppose you feel you've won...that you've conquered me?" she said defensively, obviously embarrassed by what had just taken place.

"No, not at all."

"What then?"

Jake brought his hand up and touched her face. "Can you stop being defensive for a second?"

She just stared at him, blinking, with her big brown eyes wide as can be.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"What for?"

"For those things I said to you earlier. I didn't mean them."

"Yes you did...."

"Mia...."

"And most of them are true, which is what pissed me off."

"I'm crazy about you," he blurted out.

"What?!"

"I know I drive you insane and razz you and annoy you, but the truth is that I've been crazy about you from the first moment Daggerfield introduced us. You seemed to decide to hate me immediately for 'invading your kitchen' - I think that was exactly what you said to me five minutes after we met. I guess instead of being my charming self and trying to win you over, I became the little boy who pulled on the little girl's pigtails to show her how much he liked her."

"Jake, I don't know what to say," she said, stunned by his confession.

"You don't hafta say anything," he said, pulling his softening cock from within her, then pushing it inside his jeans before zipping them up. "I just wanted to apologize for what I said."

"Jake?"

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up at her with his huge, bright blue eyes.

"I, uh...."

"Yes, Mia?"

She didn't know how to say what she wanted to say, so instead she showed him. She grabbed a handful of his chef's coat, pulled him toward her, and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back, bringing his hands up and caressing her face.

After a deep, penetrating, mind blowing kiss, they parted. She smiled and giggled. 

"So what now?" he asked, snuggling his face into her hair and taking a deep breath in just so he could smell her.

"Well, I have a bottle of Dom chilling at my house if you're interested."

"I would say yes, but we hafta get up early."

"What for? Evan and Angelika are scheduled to go to the market tomorrow morning."

"Yes, but you and I hafta go to The Restaurateurs Warehouse and buy replacement dinner plates!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her waist, and helping her off the counter. 

When her feet were planted on the ground, though, he didn't let her go. She looked up at him as he looked down at her. "You're buying," she said, cracking a smile.

"I'll buy the plates if you buy me dinner."

"Deal."

They kissed lightly, sealing the deal, then parted.

"Mia?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't still want me out of 'YOUR' kitchen, do you?"

"I'd be willing to share it with you on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You fuck me on this countertop every night after dinner service."

He smiled broadly. "Deal." 



Deal or No Deal



Tina and Gary have a marriage that worked wonderfully because they always checked with each other before doing anything important, and because each got what they wanted by making deals with the other. Deals about vacation - she chose the beach this year because he chose the mountains last year. Deals about going out - she chose the restaurant because he chose the movie. And deals when it came to sex. 

For example, Tina wanted him to dress up as a priest, and in return he had her dress up as a cheerleader. She wanted to pretend to be a prostitute at a bar. He said that was ok so long as he got to pretend to be a cop arresting her. He wanted to wear her bra and panties in bed, and she said that in return she wanted him to dress in a wig and makeup so that he looked completely like a woman.

But when Gary asked to bring another woman into bed, Tina proposed a deal that he could not accept. "If we bring another woman into bed, then another time we'll bring another man into bed with us. OK?" 

To this Gary said "No deal." He then tried to reason with her. "But you said that you often fantasize about making love to a women, while I am sure I would hate even touching a man. You have often said that if we weren't married you would be bisexual. So we would both like making love to a woman, while I would be repulsed by another man. So let's just do the woman."

Tina replied: "You certainly are right that I would love bringing a woman into bed. But I would like it if we also, another time, brought a man to our bed. I do understand that you would hate having another man in our bed. But the question for you is -- would you hate being in bed with a man more than you would love being in bed with me and another woman? That is for you to decide. You might or might not value the pleasure of having a woman share our bed more than you would hate having a man share it. Isn't there really only one way to find out for sure? It's up to you. When 2 people make a deal, by definition both of them win. But sometimes one will win more." To this Gary said, "No man, no deal."

That was their last attempt at a sex deal (although they repeated some of their previous sex deals, especially the one where he dressed up like a woman) until Gary read about the new alien technology that had just been commercialized. With it, anyone could go to a Transformation Station and change his or her body in any way - from male to female or from female to male. Or they could change the size or gender of any body part.

Gary mustered his courage and went to Tina. "Would it be ok if I got myself a woman's chest?"

"Sure, said Tina. "Here is one. Help yourself."

"Very funny." Said Gary. "I mean that I want to use the alien technology to give myself women's breasts. Maybe its confession time, but I've always envied women's' breasts. Their sensitivity, their shape, and especially their nipples. And I want DD cup breasts."

"I knew it! You want to become a girl," Tina said with relish. "I'm not surprised. You sure do love it when you dress like a woman, and you request that game more and more often, so I am not surprised that you would rather be a woman. And I would like it too - we could make love much more often, and have a better time in bed. But do I actually want to be married to another woman? I'll have to think about that. And I'll also think about what I would want in return."

"No, Tina. You misunderstand. I don't want to completely become a woman. But I have always felt jealous of your nipples and your beautiful soft breasts, and crave the idea of having 2 more sensitive, erogenous zones on my chest. I think that large breasts are really beautiful. But I still want to have a fully working cock. So I guess that I want to be -- not a total girl, but a shemale."

"A shemale," Tina repeated. "A shemale." And then she paused, and added, "A shemale. That has possibilities."

"So is it ok? Tina, you often have said that you would like to make love with another woman - so this would mean that you would be making love to a half woman/half man. You would have the best of both worlds. I would be a woman with a cock. How about it? Deal?"

Tina thought and then spoke. "So you would look like a man except for your breasts? Is that right?"

"Yes."

"But your chest is hairy - wouldn't your DD cup breasts look much better of you didn't have any hair on your chest?"

"Ahh - Yes. You are right. No hair on my chest."

"In that case, shouldn't you remove the hair on your back also? Hair on the back but not the front - funny looking, right?"

"Sure. Yes, of course."

"And how about the hair on the rest of your body? If the top half of your body has no hair, it would look funny for you to have hair on your legs - right?"

"Right. So no hair anywhere except of course where a girl would have hair."

"Exactly. Including your face? As long as you are at it, why shave anymore?"

"Brilliant! I'll get a girl's face also, and not have to shave any more." 

"So you'll have a girl's breasts and face, and your body would be as hairless as a girl's. What about your legs?"

"Hairless, as we said already."

"No - I mean their shape. Who do you think has better looking legs - you or me?"

"Don't be silly. You do, of course."

"Then as long as you are making your legs hairless, why not give them the shape of girl legs?"

"Hmmmm --- Why not? That would be an improvement. I'll do it."

"Also, what about your stomach? It kind of sticks out a bit. Why not give yourself a girl's midsection - beats dieting."

"Great idea."

"And your rear end? (She turns around.) Do you like my rear or yours better?"

"Again you win. Yours of course - yours is really sexy, and mine is nothing." 

"Don't you want to be sexy there too? So you'll get a girl's rear end also?"

"Yes, you are right again. So, all told, I'll be a girl in very way except for my cock. A 100% girl, but with a cock. Do we have a deal?"

"I agree, but only on one condition. I want to be a kind of shemale also."

"You want a cock?" Gary was stunned. Tina loved being a woman, and loved her cunt and the multiple orgasms it gave her. Or so he had thought. "No deal Tina. I don't want you to have a cock."

"Don't be silly, Gary. I don't want a cock. But I do want a really, really large clit. You can become a shemale - a girl with large breasts and a cock - only if I get to enlarge my clit. An inch for an inch. You can add 5 inches of girl tits to your chest (or how ever much you choose to add) and have your DD cup breasts - which would make them much larger then mine, by the way) and then I'll enlarge clit by the same number of inches. Lets do it! And since you want to bring another women to bed, I'll agree to that also, as a kind of a sweetener. Wouldn't you like to see me fuck another woman with my 5 inch clit? Wouldn't that be sexy to watch?"

"Sure. I'd love seeing that. And also joining you and another woman."

"Great! Because after I used my super-sized clit to fuck her, I'll use it to fuck you."

Gary was again stunned. Shocked. For DD breasts he would indeed need to add 5 inches of girl tits to his chest. But if Tina added 5 inches to her ¼ inch clit, it would be like she had a cock. He sure didn't want her to have that. He sure didn't want a 5 ¼ inch clit going into him. No way. 

"Tina, are you sure that you wouldn't just settle for enlarging your breasts also?"

Tina ignored that suggestion and continued: "Fucking you would be a blast! And, since my clit can come over and over, you could give me blow jobs again and again. I will give you and your male cock one blow job while you give my cock -- sorry, I mean my clit - 2 or 3 or even 5 blow jobs (smile). Won't that be fun? So would using it to penetrate you (smile). I could fuck you and then you could give me a blow job, over and over." 

(A look of horror came over Gary's face!)

"You could fuck my cunt one time with your deflatable cock, and then I would fuck your rear several times, and then you could give me multiple blow jobs! And you could fuck the girl we bring to bed - assuming your poor cock didn't get tired too easily - while I took you from the rear. I'd fuck you while you fucked her! That would make me the real stud! We'd be just like 2 gay guys - except that I would be the more studly of the two because I'd be fucking you more because (she smiled) I could come more times. So even though you had a cock, you'd be getting fucked more than you fucked a girl."

Gary was stunned into silence. Two gay guys? He's be like a gay guy getting fucked in the rear? No way - he has been thinking that they would turn into something closer to two lesbians. Two beautiful women making passionate lesbian love, except that one of the lesbians would have a cock.

"Look at it this way, Gary. True, you would be my bitch and I mostly would be the stud (since my clit can come many times more than any cock!). But your breasts would be larger than mine, and my cock - I mean clit, sorry (smile) - would be smaller than your cock. So you would have the advantage in terms of both breast size and cock - sorry, I mean cock/clit - size. But my clit could come more times than your cock. And it would come inside of you! Your mouth and your rear, again and again. And maybe you would call me Tom instead of Tina..."

Noticing the look of panic on Gary's face she added: "But remember the sweetener," Tina continued, "I'll agree to bring another woman into our bed, without another man being there. I can't wait to use a 5 1/4 inch clit on a girl. Wow! Maybe Brenda? She's bi and we both really like her." 

"So the deal would be - you turn your chest into a girl's chest, and make whatever changes you want to your body, and then I get an equally larger clit. For every inch and/or fraction thereof of tit you get, my clit enlarges equally, an inch for an inch, a millimeter for a millimeter. And we both get to share our bed with a sexy woman."

Gary's head was spinning. What to do? On one hand, he would get the womanly chest he had long craved. And having another woman join them was always a dream of his. But he sure didn't want to touch, suck, or get penetrated by a 5 ¼ inch clit. No way. Impossible. That was the deal breaker. 

Or was it? A small clit was very feminine - in fact, the essence of femininity, right? - fun to touch and suck. And if her clit was larger that would be really hot, right? So even if it got really large it would still be a clit, not a cock. There would be no sperm coming out of it, and it would be on a woman, not a man. But at 5 ¼ inches long it might as well be a cock--

"Deal" said Gary. Its a deal. Millimeter for millimeter, inch for inch. Plus the woman. I'll get myself a girl's chest, and I might make some of the other changes we talked about also."

"Millimeter for millimeter, inch for inch, its a deal" said Tina. Gary promptly went to the Transformation Center, and after he returned Tina measured Gary carefully and then went there as well. She kept her part of the deal.

After she returned they made love. Tina sucked on Gary's new girl tits like a madwoman, and Gary thrashed in pleasure, the likes of which no man has ever known. Two more erogenous zones on his chest! Gary got on top of Tina, and then thrust himself inside of her, barely able to support himself as she sucked his newly sensitive tits. He had rubbed them on the way home from the Transformation Center, almost coming from the sensations. But he wanted his first time to come with them to be from Tina. He was so glad that he has waited. 

While he was coming Tina also came - she came more often and intensely now because her clit was larger than it used to be. 

In addition, Tina's clit rubbed against him constantly because now it was --- almost ½ inch larger than it used to be.

It was almost ½ inch larger because Gary had gotten himself a girl's chest, with girl nipples and girl breasts. But Gary's girl breasts were less than AA cup in size. His new breasts protruded less than 1/2 inch. But since they were now womens' tits they were of course as sensitive as those of any woman, despite their small size. Gary has gotten the chest of an extraordinarily flat chested woman, which was much more sensitive than the chest of any man. He has gotten his two new erogenous zones.

And, as a bonus, since his tits were so small Gary didn't have to wear a bra. He had shed all of his body hair, but his face and body contours had not changed, so no one could tell that he had real (although tiny) tits under his male clothing. He did have to wear soft shirts, or band aids under a T shirt, but he now had 2 secrets hidden safely under his shirt. No one would suspect anything or even look at him funny. Even at the beach he could just wear a shirt and he would appear normal.

Gary and Tina came at the same time, and then they both collapsed. After a few seconds Gary got back on top of Tina, still erect, and thrust himself inside of her again. Tina was puzzled, and thought to herself that she was sure that Gary had come, so what was going on? But then she decided that having girl tits for the first time made him so horny that he was going to be able to come a second time. So she got on to of him and sucked his tits and made love to Gary until she was sure that he came (again). 

But after this Gary remained inside of her, and was still hard. He caught his breath and started to make love with her again. This time Tina was really puzzled -- until she figured out what Gary had done. 

Gary had changed his cock into a clit! No wonder he could come again and again. Tina smiled -- she had to hand it to Gary. He came a third time, as did she. Tina then gave Gary a blow job - if that is what sucking on a 6 inch clit until it orgasms is called. 

Later that week they went to bed with Brenda. Tina tried to penetrate her, but her clit was not nearly large enough - after all, it was only ½ inch long in total. But Gary sure had fun watching Tina try! Tina did manage to rub her pussy on Brenda's until they both came, but there was no real penetration. Knowing when she was licked (figuratively speaking) Tina did not even try to penetrate Gary. 

After one of their lovemaking sessions Tina said to Gary, "That was great. I love making love to you even more since you got your girl tits. They sure are a lot of fun even though they are small - for a woman. But since you react like a woman when I touch or suck them, they are a turn on for me also. And making love to Brenda was great also. How was it for you?" 

Dan just smiled. The whole thing had been the greatest experience of his life. Making love while having tits and a supersized clit that could come more than any man in history could come! He closed his eyes and held his breasts, pretending they were DD cup in size. He truly had the best of both worlds, and replied: "When 2 people make a deal, by definition both of them win. But sometimes one will win more."



Deal or No Deal?



Jim Stephenson was not a people person. He had inherited the dealership from his father who had made a fortune in the post-war years when dealers could not get cars fast enough to fill their orders. A new car sold for almost double its suggested list price.

When Jim took over the business from his father they were selling over a hundred new units per month and as many used off the used lot. The dealership employed over a hundred people and carried a six million dollar inventory.

There were certain perks being the dealer's live-in lover. I had been promoted from salesperson to New Car manager. Along with the promotion came a doubling of my salary and a choice of a top of the line automobile as my company supplied car.

I shared Jim's sprawling ranch-house located in the Ceder forest of the Beverly Woods, an exclusive patch of wilderness north of the city where the who's-who lived their private lives.

Jim had purchased the large house complete with an in-ground pool and guest house for just under three million from the previous owner, the proprietor of a large fast food franchise. It was an ideal location for entertaining our friends and business associates. 

Of course there was a down side of my liason with Stephenson, he was not the most handsome man that I could have hoped for. Standing only five foot seven with a caved-in forehead he did not present an impressive figure of a man. Stephenson suffered from a lack of self-confidence and tended to avoid problems rather than confront them. Having me as a trophy-wife on his arm helped bolster his confidence. 

Part of the duties of the New Car Manager was handling the "House Deals'. House deals were deals with no salesperson's commission involved, either buyers who wanted to deal directly with the dealership in hopes of getting a better deal or fleet accounts.

I was dealing with the purchasing agent for a fairly large stationery company that wanted us to put a bid in on fifteen units, five sedans and ten minivans. The sale would be close to half a million dollars with a tidy bundle for the dealership. 

The purchasing agent for Bunting-Gillis was a large older fellow name Fred Peacock. Fred was in his late fifties or early sixties and completely bald. He stood well over six foot and looked about two hundred and fifty pounds. 

Peacock was a jovial fellow and easy enough to do business with but for such a large purchase he expected me to throw him a bone, to be specific all of mine. It would be an opportunity for him to screw a not bad looking twenty-seven-year-old blond with a dynamite body. Fred knew in order to get the deal I would be willing to drop my panties. 

Fred chose the Town and Country Motel on the motel strip leading into the city. The Town and Country was a better class motel with nicely furnished air-conditioned rooms. Fred booked the room for the entire afternoon and hung the "Do not disturb" card on the doorknob as we entered.

Knowing Peacock expected a lady rather than a hooker I had deliberately dressed conservatively as if it were another day at the office. A Navy skirt-suit over a white blouse and my finest lingerie.

I thew my jacket over the back of the black leather chair and began unbuttoning the forint of my blouse. Peacock's eyes were fastened to my cleavage as the front of my blouse opened revealing my overflowing white satin bra. The bra was demi-cup allowing the top hemispheres of my breasts to remain bare, revealing a hint of the pink aureole of my nipples threatening to pop out. 

Unfastening the final button I pulled the blouse out from my skirt and peeled the sleeves off of my arms. I casually peeled the blouse off and tossed it on top of my jacket.

Peacock continued to watch as I pinched the front fastener on the bra allowing the cups to pop open and their precious cargo to tumble out into his view. Fred's eyes were treated to an un-obstructed view of my bared 38C tits. My boobs were creamy mounds of alabaster white skin crowned by large pink nipples. My teats were like giant pencil erasure jutting out half-an-inch from the aureole. I knew Fred was already imagining what it would be like to wrap his lips around them.

As he admired my naked breasts my hand unfastened my skirt and I allowed it to drop to the floor around my ankles. Casually I stepped out of the pile of Italian linen ands kicked it aside. I now stood before Peacock proudly in my snow-white silk panties and a pair of thigh-high stockings suspended by a scarlet garter belt. My four inch heels made my shapely legs rise up to that heaven hidden by my panties.

I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet before where my awe-struck admirer stood.

Peacock did not protest as I unfastened his trousers and reached in to extract his rock hard cock.

Peacock was a big man in many ways, his fully erect cock must have exceeded ten inches with its shiny mushroom-shape helmet. I guided him to my lips.

Cocks always feel bigger when they are in your mouth than when you look at them. Fred';s cock slid across my tongue like a the trunk of a gigantic tree. Inch after inch it passed between my lips as the massive cockhead journeyed towards my throat.

I knew it was crucial to keep my chin up so Fred's cockhead could find its way into my throat without blocking my air passage. Years of sucking cocks had taught me how to deep-throat the biggest of cocks, I felt Peacock's pubic hair tickle my lips as the last inch entered my head.

Fred gently cradled my head in his hands as my mouth began to bob up and down on his shaft. He emitted a low moan as my cheeks concave in, my tongue swirled up and around his meat and I began to gobble his cock.

I rolled Fred's balls gently in my hand knowing they contained the salty brine that was soon to fill my mouth.

Fred's huge cock was no stranger to my mouth, his company usually made a large purchase each year and I would reward him for giving us the deal by allowing his to drain his balls down my throat. My belly had been filled with Fred's cum several times before.

I took home Fred's signature on the dotted line and a mouth tasting of his salty cum. It had been a rewarding afternoon for both of us, Fred had done me in the ass before we parted which was his custom.

I was sitting at the computer entering orders when Jim came by.

"How did the Bunting-Gillis deal go?" he asked.

"Great," I said, Fred says they are going to need a seven-ton van soon."

Jim smiled, he was pleased to barter my favors for profit.

Stan Jackson was just plain animal sex. I had "discovered" Stan at the dealership's Christmas Party after I had a tad too much to drink.

Stan was a mechanic in the Service Department, an ex Royal Marine. Stan had been the first black man admitted to the elite British regiment. Stan had immigrated to Canada with his wife and started a family in a neat bungalow not far from the dealership. Robin Jackson, Stan's wife, was a petite attractive black woman who had produced two children with Stan.

Like I said we had met at the Christmas Party and I had ended up in the backseat of Stan's car in the parking lot with ten inches of black cock stretching my pussy. The sex had been fantastic with Stan giving me multiple orgasms. After that night we regularly spent a couple of afternoons a week at a motel where Stan would fulfill his Mr. Goodwrench role slamming his Johnson bar deep inside my white pussy.

It was a typical afternoon at the Red Rose Motel, Stan's beautiful black cock was slick with my pussy juice as I offered him my ass. His slick cock spread my asshole open and slid into me like it had so many times before. Stan was doing me like a dog and loved how his hand came around and strummed my clitoris as his monster slid in and out of my dirt-chute. 

"Ah yes fuck me!" I pleaded as my tits swung like huge pendulums hanging from my chest.

I always fucked Stan bare cock, my diaphragm was still in my purse. It was exciting, like playing Russian Roulette with his potent cock spraying black baby seeds so close to my garden. We both realized the consequences of the game we played knowing that the slightest misjudgment could result in pregnancy and I would taunt him begging his to cum into me.

So far Stan had been strong and managed to withdraw in time to spill his thick creamy jism over my belly or into my mouth. That was one of the reasons he liked fucking my ass, he could pump gallons of his cum into my ass with impunity. He also like the way my sphincter gripped his cock like a human vise not wanting to let it escape. 

As I rocked back and forth on Stan's shaft his cock penetrated me to the deepest depths of my ass. I imagined that when I opened my mouth to scream the head of his mighty cock could come popping out at any time. 

It had been a rough night. Both Peter and Louis had demanded a lot of my body.

I had launched the contest to reward the top producing salesman of the month with being his dinner date and spending a night with him in one op the town's top hotels. Everyone expected Louis Luconuvich to win as Louis had a record of being the top producer for ten months of the year. No one expected Peter Weddles to close several sweetheart deals that tied him with Luconuvich. What to do? Two winners,two dinner dates, two guys fucking me all night at the hotel. We decided that we would have a "threesome" rather that two separate nights. 

Luconuvich was a Hungarian immigrant in his fifties. He was fairly well off being a top salesman and stated he made more money as a salesman than he would as the dealer with less responsibility. Louis had a large ethnic clientele who trusted him explicitly. He could sell a car sight unseen to a customer in another city over the telephone.

Peter Weddles was an early thirties bachelor. It was not that he didn't like women he just didn't have the knock of getting intimate with females. Pete was a bit on the chubby side with wild bushy hair but he had a great personality.

The dinner at The Matador Steak House was quite scrumptious as we chatted over Filet Mignon and lobster while we consumed a couple of bottles of 1971 Dom Perrion. All through the meal the guys were sizing me up knowing before the night was over they would have their cocks in me. They tried not to appear to rush through dinner but I knew they were looking forward to desert. Finally we left the restaurant and headed for the hotel.

The Royal Connaught is a grand old lady of hotels. Built in an era when railway tycoons the elite enjoyed the good life everything was big and lavish. The suite I had reserved was furnished in turn-of-the-century mahogany furnishings and the largest canopy bed I had ever seen dominated the room. 

I had dressed with whetting the guys' appetite for me in mind. Sexy underwear, a skimpy silver silk half-bra supporting my 36C breasts with matching French high-cut panties. A black garter belt supported my charcoal color thigh highs. As my strapless black sheath dress fell into a rumble pile around my ankles I stood before my lovers displaying my pale white body. 

My front-fastening bra popped open freeing my creamy mounds and revealing my delicious pink nipples to my lovers. Discarding the bra I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and peeled them down over my hips. I had put my panties on over the garter belt so as I slid them down my legs a revealed my puffy pussy lips that had been just freshly waxed for the occasion.

I now stood proudly naked wearing only stockings, my four inch heels and a smile.

"Who wants some?" I asked my mesmerized admirers.

Louis and Pete had already began shedding their clothes. Pete was the first to remove his shorts and reveal his cock to me. He was not too long but fat, the kind I liked to feel in me.

"Bring that here!" I smiled at him.

Pete walked over to where I stood with his boner in his hand. I dropped to my knees placing my mouth at the level of his cock. Opening my mouth wide he guided his hard cock right into my warm welcoming mouth. My lips sealed around his meat and I inhaled deeply as my tongue caressed his throbbing member.

Peter's cock came alive inside my head, his hips thrusting it in and out between my lips. His hands held my head firmly as he fucked my face.

In the corner of my eye I saw Luconuvich moving around behind me. As I sucked Weddles' cock I felt Louis' cockhead slid down my back heading towards my ass. I raised myself up somewhat on my knees allowing him a better angle to enter me. 

Louis' cockhead spread my ass cheeks and slid into me like a handle into a bumper jack. With his cock fully buried in me he began to ratchet my ass.

Luconuvich's cock pushed my head further onto Weddles' cock forcing him further down my throat. Back in my college days I had learned how to take a cock partway down my throat without gagging so the two cocks were soon comfortably buried in me.

We fell into a synchronized rhythm with the two cocks sliding in and out as my body rocked back and forth on their meat sticks.

Peter came first spurting his salty brine down my throat to fill my belly with his seed. I gulped his cum down like it was escargot.

My asshole had relaxed and Louis was plunging into me right up to the base of his cock, time after time he slammed his pole into my ass. I sensed he was about to blow a load of his snot into my bowels as I accepted his plunges. 

I could feel Luconuvich explode in me like a volcano, his boiling lava filling my dirt chute as he emptied his balls into me.

For the next two hours I was slave to their cocks taking them again and again into every one of my orifices. At one point Pete pulled his cock out of my mouth while I was sucking it and gave me an eye wash with his thick, sticky cum.

The story of our night became a legend around the dealership with everyone waiting for the next contest. 



Deal, or No Deal



Mike was thirty-three, ruggedly handsome, happily married, the father or two, and trying to get his construction business up and running. He had worked construction since he was sixteen and had gotten his degree from college. About fifteen months ago Mike went out on his own, hoping to become a large, independent contractor. He worked long, hard hours but the business was growing slowly, if not steadily. Mike needed that one big break and he thought he might have it if he could get the contract for the new warehouse that was going up in his town.

The owner of the warehouse was Bradford Sykes, one of the largest entrepreneurs in the country. The word was, if you got a contract with Sykes and he liked your work, there would be a lot more work coming your way. Mike contacted Sykes' company, got the specs for the warehouse, and was ready to make a proposal. 

This afternoon at five p.m. Mike would have a private meeting with Sykes and a chance to make his dream come true.

Mike knocked on the hotel suite door at five sharp. The door opened slightly and all Mike saw was a blue eye and a partial head of salt and pepper hair. "Yes," was all the man said and Mike replied, "I'm Mike Wayne and I have a five o'clock meeting with Mr. Sykes." 

"Come in," came the reply and the door opened fully. Mike was now standing face to face with Bradford Sykes, one of the most powerful men in the country. Mike looked at Sykes, a tallish man, trim and fit, with salt and pepper hair. What caught Mike off guard was that Sykes was just in a shirt, boxers, and socks. 

Sykes shook Mike's hand and said, "I just had to get a shower. Sit down and relax and I will be right out. Get comfortable and make yourself a drink." With that Sykes went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Mike mixed himself a drink and tried to steady his nerves. He went over his presentation in his mind and then the door opened. Sykes came out wearing a fluffy terry cloth robe. He made himself a drink and sat on the king sized bed.

Mike began his presentation which lasted nearly half an hour. When he was done, Sykes said, "I like what you have to say, I like your bid, but you don't have much experience. I'm not sure I want to go with someone who has no experience."

Mike gulped. "I may not have a lot of business experience but I have more than enough contracting experience." Sykes shook his head and said, "Business experience is what counts. You have to know how to please, and how to satisfy your clients. I'm not sure you now how to do that."

Mike said, "I can do a good job for you and I'm willing to learn to gain the business experience." Sykes smiled and asked, "Are you now?" Mike shook his head. Sykes continued, "Keep me pleased and you can go as far as you want." "I'm willing to do whatever it takes," said Mike.

Sykes sipped his drink. "Have you seen that show, 'Deal or No Deal'?" Mike shook his head. "Well," said Sykes, "I will make my pitch and you can say Deal or No Deal. But remember this, if you say No Deal, you will never make it in this business." Mike swallowed hard. "Well, I guess it depends on what you want me to do."

"I'm sorry Mike," said Sykes, "just like the game you don't find out what's in the suitcase until after you decide." Mike thought for a moment and said, "I won't do anything illegal. That's out. You couldn't make me."

"An honest man," said Sykes, "I like that. No, it will be quite easy and it will be beneficial for both of us. All you have to do is just do what I tell you and the job is yours, along with many others." Mike looked at Sykes and in spite of his judgment he said, "Deal." 

Sykes smiled, "Mike, I want you to take off your shirt and get comfortable." Mike was shocked. He rose from the chair and headed toward the door. As his hand touched the knob, Sykes said, "Leave now and there will not be a second chance." Mike paused and in that instant Sykes knew he had him. Mike turned around and took off his shirt. 

Sykes smiled, "Intelligent boy. Come over here." Mike walked slowly to the side of the bed. Sykes swung his legs off the side and sat there. He ran his hands up and down Mike's arms. Mike was frozen and didn't know what to do. "Relax," was all he heard.

Sykes hands went across Mike's shoulders on to his chest. He ran his fingers through Mike's chest hair and said, "I like a hairy chest. Very masculine." Mike just stood there, not knowing what to do. Then he felt Sykes' fingertips running around his nipples. Caressing them, touching them, making them hard. Mike loved it but then remembered who was doing it. He tried hard not to get excited but he was losing. 

Sykes lowered one hand and ran it across the lump behind Mike's zipper. "Well, what do we have here?" With that Sykes lowered the zipper of Mike's pants. Mike wanted to say something but the job, the money, and the feeling on his nipples kept him mute. 

Sykes deftly undid the belt buckle and then the snap at the top of Mike's pants. Sykes put both hands on Mike's waistband and lowered them along with Mike's shorts. Sykes smiled as Mike's erection popped out of his pants. He pushed Mike's pants to the floor and then gingerly reached out and touched Mike's cock. It jumped and Sykes smiled. "Very nice. Very nice indeed." 

Sykes cupped Mike's balls and massaged them gently. As he did that his other hand began to slide up and down Mike's cock. Sykes looked into Mike's eyes as he played with him and once he saw Mike lower his eyelids Sykes knew it was over. 

Mike had been fighting the feeling of arousal for a while but he was losing the battle. When Sykes began to massage his balls and stroke his cock he all but gave in. Mike reasoned that if it didn't go any further, and if Mike could not enjoy it, it would be OK. As Mike thought this through, suddenly he felt Sykes lips engulf his cock. Mike reached out and ran his fingers through Sykes hair and Mike lost his battle. 

He moaned as Sykes sucked and bobbed his head up and back. With his free hand Sykes reached up and alternated caressing Mike's nipples as he sucked and massaged. Mike let out a deep gasp Sykes broke contact. He motioned for Mike to sit down and then finished removing Mike's shoes, socks, and pants.

Mike scooted up on the bead as Sykes removed his robe and lay down next to Mike.

Sykes began to stroke Mike's cock again and as Mike closed his eyes Sykes lowered his lips to Mike's. Their lips touched and Mike felt the gentle prodding of Sykes' tongue. Mike kept his lips tight, until he gasped with pleasure at the stroking and Sykes inserted his tongue into Mike's mouth. Now the two kissed deeply. Sucking on each other's tongues and darting them in and out. They kissed for a while and then slowly Mike reached out and touched Sykes's erection. It felt funny to be touching another man's cock but it felt familiar, warm, and nice. 

The two men kissed, caressed, and stroked each other for quite a while. Then Sykes moved his way down Mike's body. Kissing and licking Mike's nipples, belly and then once again he swallowed Mike's cock. Mike was enjoying it and then Sykes shifted and Mike was now face to face with Sykes' cock. Mike was horrified, yet aroused at the same time. He couldn't do it, yet he felt drawn to it. Slowly, tentatively his head moved, then he took Sykes' cock into his mouth. It was better than he thought. Where his wife was warm, yielding, and moist. Sykes was hard and warm. 

The men moved now in unison heads and hands driving each other on. Both men lost in their lust. Mike's nipples ached because they were so taught. Both men breathed hard through their noses, blowing warm air into each others' curls and catching each others' scents as they inhaled. 

As the men moved closer to the edge of the cliff their hips began to move. Mike fought hard. If he could make sure he didn't cum, it would all right. He tried to reason it all out. If he didn't cum then he knew he was just doing it for the job. 

Then Sykes grunted and bucked hard and Mike was treated to the first warm, syrupy blast. It was not disgusting as he thought it might be, in fact he rather enjoyed it. Another blast of Sykes' life giving seed gushed into Mike's mouth and then Mike went over the edge. Reason and rationalization went out the window as his hips bucked and he shot wave after wave into Sykes hungry mouth. Both men sucked the last few drops of liquid life out of their partners and then they lay quietly. Both men lost in thought, both men contemplating the moment. Both men wise enough not to ruin the moment with words. 

Sykes moved first, getting two drinks and handing one to Mike. He clinked Mike's glass and said, "To a long and fruitful relationship." Mike smiled and drank when Sykes did.

After their drinks the two men dressed and Sykes said he would send signed contracts over in the morning. Mike thanked him and as he was about to leave Sykes's said, "I'll be in here very three to four weeks and I look forward to close, personal meetings with my contractor." 

Mike smiled and before he realized what he said, he blurted out, "I hope so." As Mike climbed in his truck he was satisfied for several reasons.



Deal or No Deal



My entire body lit up with soreness as I turned over to meet the harsh glint of sun poking through the morning sky. I grew concerned as my nails dragged into a pavement-like material underneath me as I stretched. My eyes flashed open and I quickly realized that I was not sitting in the comfortable confines of my bed, nevertheless in my house. I was underneath the giant football bleachers at my high school and naked! The frigid pavement pressed against my breasts while I lied there, sprawled out without a care. When I was finally able to wobble to my feet, I scoured the area for my car keys or clothes. All I found were large puddles of sticky cum flowing from where my body was and a hastily scribbled note with my name on it. 

"Anna, 

Thanks for the entertainment last night during the homecoming football game. Your keys and clothes are somewhere in the school building, but before you leave, I want you to see our incredible fuck as the fans roared above us. On the back of this note is my school entrance code for you to gain access. 

See you soon." 

The note didn't contain a signature nor penmanship that I could recognize. Fear overtook me in that moment. "What did I do last night? Who fucked me DURING THE GAME?" the questions spun in my mind, shouting at my brain to recall. Without wasting any more time, I sprinted down my school's long driveway barefoot to one of the cafeteria entrances closest to the football field. I nervously punched the code in the keypad and was quickly reassured by the confident chirp of the security system unlocking the steel door. 

The entire building was dark except for a few emergency lights speckled across the eerie hallways. There was not a single sound as my bare foot tiptoed across the icy white cafeteria tile. The room was empty as all of the lunch tables were neatly folded and pushed against the wall, leaving the glossy floor to reflect the red beams of light from the exit signs. I spotted another note in the middle of the floor. 

"Head to the administration wing and use the same code." 

I complied, running down the vast stretches of emerald green lockers and bleached tiles. After five exhausting minutes, I managed to bust into the administration wing where all of the principal and vice principal offices are housed near the main office. The shades in this wing were all pulled down, causing it to become almost pitch black. However, I managed to find another white note through the glint of sunlight peeking through the creases of the shades. 

I dreaded reading that note as it was posted on one of the vice principal's doors: Mr. Deutsch. He was infamous for being the guilty pleasure of virtually every female student that attends this high school. This man was the epitome of sexiness, at least to us. He was about 6'3 with a toned, muscular build hidden underneath serious, light colored dress shirts and black slacks where his hard bulge was visible sometimes... His crew cut hair was a coconut brown while complimenting his coral blue eyes, which made his sharp, serious stare a hundred times more convincing. Mr. Deutsch and I have grown familiar over the years as I led many after school clubs and was known for being a fantastic, cooperative student. He would attend many board meetings, sporting events, and enjoyed being among the rush of students throughout the day, making his presence known to the good and the bad. 

"Come in." the only two words scribbled onto the paper. 

I gulped as I took the note into my hand and slowly turned the knob, not knowing what was behind that door. With a loud creak, Deutsch's office door swung open revealing a disturbing sight. On his computer monitor, with a bright, clear picture and loud audio, a video popped up on to the screen. Loud moaning commenced with some choppy audio and blank picture. Suddenly, the person on screen shifted the camera and I was dumbfounded at what I saw. 

"Fuck me, Deutschy, fuck me!" 

There I was. Bent over, on my knees, under the bleachers, getting speared by my vice principal. I gasped out of shock, however, some curiosity and intrigue flashed within me as I continued to watch the amateur video. Moisture grew in between my legs while the video progressed. I was mesmerized watching his long, thick cock disappear into my tight, teen pussy. Mr. Deutsch was enjoying our risky tryst, clawing my hips as he frantically pumped into my hole and moaning quietly into my ear on film. My buttocks and full breasts swayed, yearning for him to fill me up. I blushed at the slutty smirk that was smeared across my face, committing various sins and breaking numerous rules. But, I was enjoying every moment of it, clearly. 

Lost in the hot video, my hands made their way into my pants unconsciously. I was desperate to relieve myself after discovering how I spent my Friday night, hypnotized at the entire run down as our screams of pleasure and the spectators' howls of excitement echoed in the background. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed onto my hips. Before I could panic, they pulled me into the chest, pressing their hard on into my spine with their right arm wrapped around my breasts. Their masculine, musky scent was shockingly familiar as their breath trickled down my neck, bringing me back to reality. 

"I see you're enjoying the show," Mr. Deutsch snickered, planting searing hot kisses down my back. 

A moan ripped from my throat as he nipped me gently, indulging in the warmth of my silky, caramel skin. His voice almost made me drop to my knees as I heard the clinking of his belt buckle and his pants fall to the floor. Deutsch's presence was overwhelming in the small, cramped room causing me to spread my legs and bending over his desk without question. Two of his manly fingers slipped into my wet hole, exploring his nestling place and making me squirm underneath him. 

"The effect I have on you," he whispered in a low voice. "Is simply unbelievable." 

"Mmm," my mouth was finally able to sputter out words. "You're very persuasive indeed." 

Mr. Deutsch slammed his entire eight inch member into my tight pussy with one desperate push. His old desk squeaked violently as he fucked me to the hilt. My tits swayed mercilessly while his bulbous head jammed against my cervix. I played with my hard clit, still entranced by the raw fuck video plastered on the screen. At that moment, I thought I was dreaming, but pleading not to be woken up in fear of losing such a vivid dream. His rounded fingernails left deep prints on my waist as Deutsch plunged himself deeper. 

"Fuck me," I mumbled the entire time, begging him to proceed. "I need to get into more trouble!" 

We cleared down his desk, dabbling in every position we managed to put ourselves in for a couple of hours. Thankfully, no one else was in the building to witness our long morning of explicit, steamy sex, pleasuring themselves at the moaning and grunting from behind the closed door. From wall to wall, his desk chair, riding him on top of his desk, and on the floor, Mr. Deutsch was finally able to show me what he thought of our situation, screwing me hard and announcing to the world the name of his "favorite student." With a couple of deep thrusts, he fired off hot, sticky loads of cum, shooting into my slick, fuzzy pussy as his index finger ground my clit until I flew into the air from impending orgasm. 

We shuddered against each other for some time, rubbing our clammy, sweaty bodies against each other and locking into deep, wet kisses. Deutsch's icy blue eyes brought me back to the present, making me aware of the magnitude of what we did moments ago and the night before. I watched his lip pucker and eyes squint as he probably came to the same realization, still entranced by my nakedness against his clothed body. 

"Those hard nipples are calling my name," Mr. Deutsch giggled vindictively, casually playing with my tit as his arm reached over my body and his sultry breath pooled on my tawny, hairless skin. "It must be cold in here for them to be like that." 

"Oh yeah," I trembled, nervous in front of my administrator. "May I have my clothes back please?" 

"And what do I get in return?" 

"Well, you fucked me three times during the football game and we just fucked again. Not to mention, you have it on tape, sir. What more could you want?" 

The jingling of my car keys aroused my excitement, as it was the reason I reentered the school building. Exhausted, Mr. Deutsch dragged his tall self to his feet, buckled his pants, and then pulled my keys out of his slack pocket, waving them over me as I continued to lie on the ground like a dog begging for a nasty, stale biscuit that I desperately worked for. 

"Stand up and get dressed," Mr. Deutsch commanded, tossing a pile of my clothes I wore to the game from one of his lower desk drawers. "I'll propose my deal after you cover yourself and I can think without my joystick leading the way..." 

"A deal?" I laughed in his face, pulling on my black skinny jeans and tight school jersey. "Like what, dare I ask?" 

This man was too sexy for me to stand. Even though we'd been screwing each other for almost twelve hours, he was making my body his playground, even when we weren't touching. My clit hardened as Deutsch's muscles pulsed through his dress shirt sleeves while he leaned against his desk, biting his lip while deep in thought. Mr. Deutsch never took his eyes off of me, possessing me with the sharpest, most powerful glare I've ever seen. 

"In exchange for our rendezvous to be kept secret, you come twice a week to my office whenever I call you over the PA system. I don't care what you're doing, if you're in a lab period, taking an exam, or playing kickball on the fields: your ass is in my office. Deal?" 

"What should I tell my teachers? Isn't that a tiny bit suspicious? I've never gotten 'in trouble' before, so many people will question it when they hear my name over and over again." 

"Fuck them. They're paid to babysit you, not question an administrator's orders. You're too sexy of a student to lose and I want them to play by my rules. There's something special about you that attracts me to you besides your goddess-like body. Not to mention, I'd like to think you enjoyed yourself with me this weekend." 

"Yes, sir," I shook my head with a wide-toothed grin. "You don't know how many nights I've brought myself to countless orgasms, dreaming about nights like that during my senior year when I became legal. But...I have a deal for you as well, seeing that I have you in the hot seat." 

"Oh?" Mr. Deutsch, taken back and surprised that I spun the situation around. I could tell he wasn't expecting that. 

"Whenever I want you to take care of my needs," I began, gathering my thoughts and purposely building the suspense for him. "You have to come to my location and do whatever you have to do to remain hidden. I don't care what you're doing, really. Paying bills, balancing a check book, watching the game, or jerking off: your ass is with me. Deal?" 

The stakes were one hundred times higher that time. I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable and didn't appreciate my counter proposition as he wanted it on his terms. However, Mr. Deutsch failed to realize that one unhealthy quality we shared was the compulsive need to be in control. I smirked at him, recognizing that I had him beat just from the flicker of his eyelids and sulking of his signature slick smile that we all came to love. I did want our playtime to continue though, as this was a rare opportunity that I simply could not have passed up. 

"Deal," Mr. Deutsch broke the silence and shook my hand with a sincere grip. "Although, this has to end well for the BOTH of us. We have to continue with great discretion to reach graduation unscathed. That pussy is going to be soaked for me by Monday morning anyway." 

"Who said anything about waiting that long?" I winked at him, twirling my car keys around my index finger.



Deal or No Deal Ch. 01



David pleaded with Desmond with no luck as Desmond chugged on his beer and scoffed at David's pleas for extra time. Two of Desmond's cronies stood at either side of the sofa Desmond was lounging on and smirked. David had hit hard times. His small business was not doing well and Desmond wanted the $150,000 he had leant to David along with $50,000 in interest within 24 hours or face eviction and lose every single possession of his.

At 46 David looked more like 56. The weight of his debt making him stoop and look much smaller than his 6'5'' foot frame. Desmond used to be David's business partner. They were old army buddies. Desmond cheated David out of a lot of his business and got into politics becoming the richest and most corrupt person in the little California town. David had a string of tragedies over the years starting with his wife passing away and being swindled in his business which had started to dwindle ever since. As things got worse for David he had no where to go but take money from Desmond to keep his business going as he had a daughter ready to go to college, but he had now hit rock bottom.

As David's desperation mounted the front door opened and his daughter Patty came home from the gym. At 18 Patty had grown into a little heart breaker and was the toast of her small California town. She was a straight A student and star athlete and had just been accepted to Stanford. Patty had grown into a very pretty young woman. The blonde, blue-eyed, 5'6'' leggy girl was a young gymnast sensation in her town and was able to use her talent to get herself a small scholarship to attend college but that would not be enough to pay for everything. 

David made sure that Patty never felt deprived of anything and never gave her even the slightest inkling that she was his step child...something she found out just a few years back. Patty's mom was pregnant with her when her Dad died in the first Gulf War saving David and Desmond from a grenade attack. Patty's mom and David dated briefly in school and when David came back from the war he took care of the family and married her mom, his old High School sweetheart. She died in a car accident when patty was just an infant and David brought her up alone doing the best he could.

As Patty entered she saw Desmond and cringed. She hated Desmond for what he did to her Dad. Ignoring him she looked at David and shouted "Hi Daddy," from across the room.

"Hi Baby, how was practice?" asked David.

"It was fine Daddy, just very tiring," responded Patty.

"Well go up to your room and I will call you when Dinner is ready," said David.

As Patty moved up the stairs she felt a chill run up her spine because she couldn't miss the leer on Desmond's face. His eyes moved up and down her body, checking her out in her little lycra shorts and tank, undressing her in his mind making her shudder at the thought. She couldn't believe that he was her favorite grown-up as a kid and that she even had a crush on him once after all he was a really good looking guy who used to pamper her. At 6'4'' with chiseled muscles and designer clothes, Desmond was a very attractive black guy.

As she left, Desmond turned to David and said, "Patty has really grown into a fine young woman, just like her Mom. How old is she? Is she in college yet?"

"She just turned 18 and will be joining Stanford this fall," replied David as he gritted his teeth.

"Nice," sneered Desmond as he started to get up chucking the empty beer can to the side. He suddenly turned to David and said, "I tell you what David, I will write of my loan to you but you gotta do one thing for me man."

David's eyes lit up. "What? Anything, I will do anything...what do you want from me?"

Desmond started into David's eyes, grinned and said, "Patty."

David was taken aback and couldn't believe what he heard and asked again, "What!?!"

"I said I want Patty, well just for a night...and that is it...all will be forgiven," replied Desmond

David couldn't contain his anger anymore and lunged at Desmond but was quickly brought to the ground by Desmond's henchmen before he could do anything.

Desmond caught him by his hair and pulled up his head from the carpet and menacingly whispered, "Listen David, it's not like she is your real daughter. She is 18 and fair game. This is a small town and sometimes accidents happen. You don't want anything to happen to you because God knows what would happen to Patty if you were not around. I am just giving you a way out and helping you get your life back. I will wait for your call tomorrow. Its either Patty or you arrange for the $200,000 you owe me by 4 tomorrow afternoon."

Saying that his cronies kicked him in his stomach and left David crouched in pain weeping silently. He heard Patty calling out for him as she ran to pick him up off of the floor.

"Daddy! Are you all right? What did that bastard do to you?" she screamed.

"It's okay honey, just a disagreement about something," David groaned as Patty helped him up and hugged him.

"Bullshit Daddy, I heard everything and I am going to kill him," she exclaimed.

"Shush baby, don't worry. Daddy will work something out," David said.

"How Daddy?" asked Patty as they moved to the dinning table to sit.

"I want you to take the first plane out tomorrow and I will deal with him," David bravely responded.

"Are you crazy Daddy! We have nothing and that bastard will stop at nothing...you know that. I cannot loose you! Who will take care of me if you are gone" Patty tearfully responded as she looked up into his eyes as they held hands.

"There is no other option!" David screamed.

"There is Daddy," Patty responded to the surprise of David

"Are you mad?! I am not going to throw my daughter to the wolves," David screamed back.

"Daddy, calm down and think...if you are gone I have no where to go...what makes you think he won't come looking for me and then what?" she asked.

David looked at her helplessly and began to sob. Patty sat on his lap and wiped his tears and looked him straight in the eye and said, "Daddy, you have been the best. This is the least I can do for you and you cannot stop me!"

"But baby..." David started to speak but Patty placed her palm on his lips and cut him off.

"Shhh Daddy. I am grown up and we both know that we cannot do anything...we have no options...I just have one request," she asked.

David mumbled, "What?"

Patty slowly dropped another bombshell on him, "I haven't been with a guy all the way before and I don't want my first time to be with that sleazebag. I want it with someone I love and trust. I want you to make love to me first."

David was very confused and was searching for words to let Patty know how ridiculous this was while she continued, "Daddy you have to do this for me." And she suddenly kissed him full on the lips. Utterly surprised David tried to move back but sitting is his lap Patty held him tighter and kept kissing him and then looked into his eyes and whispered, "Daddy please..."

She kissed him again and this time David's lips responded as well. David had been celibate and heartbroken since Patty's mom passed away. He felt his loins stir into life after many long years. Their soft weeping stopped. He got up from the chair carrying Patty is his arms as they kept kissing and he carried her to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed where he and Patty's mom made love so many years back. 

He looked down at her and suddenly realized what a pretty young lady she had become. He had never seen her like that. He undressed down to his boxers and sat down by the foot of the bed admiring Patty. She looked so much like her mom, even prettier. He slowly undid her sneakers and took her socks off. Her small feet curling in his palms as he kissed each toe and licked her sole sending flutters of delight up her body. Her dainty anklet making a soft tingling sound as he slowly licked his away up her toned ivory legs hearing her purr and gently moan and call out softly, "mmmmmm Daddy yes...that feels good,"......just like her mom.

David took his time licking his way up planting soft kisses on her smooth silky skin, tickling her inner thighs with the stubble on his cheeks as he kissed and licked her soft flesh and intoxicating himself as his nose nuzzled her fabric covered pussy. He pulled her tiny lycra shorts down her hips and slid it down her legs as Patty hurriedly removed her tank and sports bra. 

The soft glow of the night lamp on one side and the aquarium light on the other made her body glow as the light danced and bounced of her beautiful B cups and her nipples, already erect, stared right back at him. Patty giggled as his strong hands almost ripped off her panties as he struggled to remove them in his excitement. Patty blushed as she saw David marvel at her nubile nakedness.

David climbed on top of her and started kissing every inch of her body from her forehead down to her eyes, nose, chin and then letting his tongue slip into her mouth. All that could be heard her was their heavy breathing and the slurping sounds of their mouths. Patty's lips sucked on his lower lip, not wanting to let go. He then slowly moved down her neck and made his way to her ripe breasts. Patty moaned as her back arched up as his lips sucked and nibbled on her pert nipples. 

David's tongue moved slowly down her flat little tummy, feeling every little muscle in her body tense and relax at his touch. He slowly made his way down her marble legs once again, stopping only to get another intoxicating whiff of her womanhood. He then gently turned her over and let his tongue explore every nook and cranny of her body. He playfully nipped at her marvelously rounded bums and smiled to see her body squirm is pleasure as he licked and kissed his way up her spine. 

He turned Patty on her back again and they kissed deeply while exploring each other's body with their hands. David's penis was throbbing hard and pushing against his boxers as his hands massaged her breasts while he licked and nibbled on them. Patty had her legs curled high around the sides of his torso. Her toes grabbed the elastic of his boxers and pushed them down his legs.

David kicked his boxers off and lay on his back as Patty crouched with her mouth over his penis. Her soft hands caressing it, driving him crazy. She looked into David's eyes, smiled and stuck her tongue out to lick his penis. As David felt her tongue flick over the head of his penis he let out a deep moan. Patty started licking the length of his shaft down to his balls making it glisten with her saliva. She then kissed the head and slowly started to suck on it until more and more of his 7" manhood started disappearing into her mouth. Patty's head was now bobbing up and down his ragging hard-on as David kept moving her long blonde tresses to the side so that he could see her face as she sucked on him. David was in a daze as he felt long forgotten sensations while trying not to focus on how did his daughter who had never been with a guy seem to be so good at what she was doing.

David pulled her away and turned her on her back as he plunged his face into her wet and welcoming pussy. She was trimmed with just a little blonde fuzz around her pink lips. He licked the length of her pussy as his fingers gently played with her clitoris. Patty was using her hands to push his face in further as she started moaning loud and uncontrollably. Her thighs kept clamping down on his face, smothering him as he licked and sucked on her clit. Her lithe body moving violently as her arousal started peaking. He let his tongue go down to her anus making her go even wilder.

He suddenly lifted himself up, spread her legs and crouched between them slowly guiding his penis to the opening of her pussy. They looked at each other with love and lust as her eyes implored him to take her. David started at Patty's deep blue eyes as his penis started moving in. Patty's eyes were now fixed on David's penis at her opening as he made a gentle thrust. They both gasped as David felt the tightness of her pussy and she felt the pain of his penis against her hymen. Patty's right hand moved instinctively to push against his pubic bone as she braced for him to enter her.

They looked at each other again as David made a long, slow and strong thrust deep into her. Patty let out a long shrill groan rising into a crescendo as she felt David's penis tear through her hymen all the way to the hilt. Her hands clenching the quilt, her back arched up as she let out a loud, shrill moan. David paused when he was in her completely and there was no separation between their bodies. Patty had tears streaming down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. They laid like that for a few minutes, kissing each other as David started moving his hips in a slow circular movement and gently rocking back and forth.

Patty's body started responding soon. Her vaginal muscles started relaxing and contracting around his penis as her hips started moving to his slow and deliberate rhythm and her pussy muscles started milking his gently thrusting penis. They both felt their sensations slowly mount as his pubis rubbed against her clitoris. Their moans became more animal. Her legs were tightly wrapped around him as David pulled her up so that she was straddling his lap as he kissed her lips and sucked and nibbled on her nipples.

Patty began grinding her pussy on his penis and then slowly moving up and down on it. Each movement adding a new dimension to her pleasure centers with sensations she had never felt before, numbing the pain of the entry that lingered. David laid her down on her back and started thrusting into Patty with much more vigor. He unwrapped her legs, grabbed her feet and stretched her legs out wide to the span of his arms as he started pounding her. He kept varying his rhythm sometimes bringing her legs in close and sucking on her toes or pulling her legs into his chest - giving her the benefit of the many years of experience he had with women. 

Before long Patty's body started squirming violently as she came close to her climax. David struggled to control himself after all these years, determined not to cum before her as he increased his tempo while his fingers played with her clitoris and suddenly every muscle in her body tightened and spasmed as her body reached climax and she screamed with tears flowing down, "Daddy I love you!" It had been way too long for David. He tried his best not to cum before his daughter and he could not hold himself any longer as he moaned loudly and his body jerked into orgasm. Cum came gushing out of his throbbing penis as he filled Patty's still squirming body and collapsed on top of her passionately kissing her.

They cuddled in the after glow for a long time. Not saying anything just kissing, caressing and smiling. His limp penis falling out of her drenched in their combined juices and stained with her blood. He grabbed some Kleenex to wipe them clean and then reached out for his cigarettes. He lay back and lighted one and started thinking.

"What's on your mind Daddy?" asked Patty.

"Nothing princess," replied David as he took a puff.

"Awwww tell me Daddy," Patty impishly cajoled as she flicked the tip of her tongue on his nipple and stroked his limp penis.

David let out a deep moan, "Ohhh baby," as his penis stirred a bit. "It's nothing, just that I never imagined having a relationship like this."

"Don't think about it Daddy. We love each other and you made my first time special and that's what matters," replied Patty.

"And by the way...you were really good...especially for someone who had never gone all the way."

Patty smiled, winked and said, "Just because I hadn't been all the way does not mean I didn't do absolutely anything Daddy." She took the cigarette from him and took the last couple of puffs...coughing and putting the cigarette out in the ash tray. "And I have a plan for tomorrow to help us out."

As Patty told him what was in her mind David's eyes lit up. He stroked her golden locks and peered into her smiling blue eyes, "You know what Baby...that might actually work."

"I know it will Daddy," replied Patty as she kissed him passionately and climbed on top of him. Still a little sore from her first time but wanting more, she nibbled and licked his nipples making him groan as her hands helped him guide his now erect penis to her wet pussy. They both moaned out loud as she gently eased her pussy down on his cock. Feeling her slowly grinding her pussy on his cock David looked up marvel at her beauty and fondle her small soft B cups. She bent forward to kiss him as his hands moved to her small round hips and guide her tempo on his penis...this was going to be a long wonderful night.



Deal Or No Deal Model Katie Cleary



This story is about the night I met Deal Or No Deal model Katie Cleary.....

I was a contestant on Deal Or No Deal , but tonight was special ,for tonignt I won $450,000, but more important then that, I get to hang out with all the models after the taping, and I have set my sights firmly on Katie Cleary ,Case #11.

She's standing all by herself nursing a glass of beer, I figure that this is my chance, slowly I approach her.

"Um, hi, Katie, mind if I join you?"

"Sure, Steve, nice win, by the way, what do you plan do to with the money?" She asks.

"Well, actually, I was wondering if I could possibly take you on a date, would you be up for that?" I ask, quickly regretting what I said.

"Did you actually just ask me out?" She asks, sounding angry.

I stand there, shocked, not knowing what to say.

"Oh my God, you actualy think I would lower myself just to go out with you?" She says, laughing slightly.

"Besides, aren't you married?" She asks.

"Yes, Katie, I am, and honestly, my wife is the one who wants to meet you, she thinks you're rather sexy."

Katie just smiles and blushes slightly.

"What's your wife's name?"

"Melissa."

"I'll tell you what, Steve, I'll go out with you and your wife, has she ever been with another woman?"

"Yes, she has, have you?"

"Yes, yes, I have." She says, again, blushing.

"Here comes my wife now, that's her right there, the tall red head."

And my wife is a vision of beauty, too, she's 5'10 with long, curly red hair and a small but ample a cup chest, she walks straight up to Katie and gives her a long, deep, wet kiss, the kiss was so wet, Katie had to wipe her mouth afterwards.

"You must be Melissa." Katie says, giggling.

"You're the hottest girl on here, Katie." My wife says, staring right at Katie's perfect c cup tits.

"Um, could you at least try to make eye contact, at least until we get to the hotel?" Katie asks, blushing redder then ever.

We leave the party and get in the limo NBC had provided for us, the entire ride, Katie and Melissa can't take there eyes off each other.

We arrive at the hotel a few minutes later, we enter our room, and Melissa doesn't even wait, just shoves Katie against the wall and begins kissing her and roughly squeezing her tits through her dress.

"Gee....... you.......... don't.......... waste.......... much............ time............ do you." Katie says in between kisses.

"No, sweetie, I don't." Melissa says, giggling.

"Let's go to the bed." Katie interjects.

"Not so fast, Katie." I say, finally entering the room.

"You can have all of Melissa later, right now, I want you on your knees and you're going to suck my cock, understand me, Katie?"

Katie's eyes grow wide.

"Let me see how big it is first."

With that Melissa roughly grabs Katie by her hair and yanks her head back.

"No, bitch, get on your fucking knees, NOW!" She shouts.

Katie lowers her head and slowly drops to her knees.

"May I see your cock, Steve, please?" Katie meekly asks.

"Yes, Katie, you may." I say, as I start to open my pants, and expose my rock hard, 9-inch cock.

"Oh my, you are huge." Katie says, as she slowly begins stroking me.

After a few seconds, the first drops of precum begin oozing out, and Katie begins lowering her mouth down around my cock.

"That's it, Katie, suck that cock, suck it like the whore you are." Melissa says, pushing Katie's head further down on my cock.

Before too long, Katie begins bobbing her head up and down on my cock, using her free hand to play with my balls, before too long, I'm ready to cum.

"Holy fucking shit, Katie, I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"That's it, Steve, cum in this whore dirty mouth. Do you want Steve to cum in your slutty mouth, Katie?" Melissa asks.

Katie nods her head yes, as the first pulse of cum splashes against the back of her throat, she barely swallows it all when Melissa jerks her back to her feet, and gives her a deep kiss, tasting my cum on Katie's lips.

"You like how his cum tastes, don't you, Katie?" 

"Yes, yes I do." Katie says, trying not to blush.

"Let me show you how to really suck cock, then, I'll teach you how to eat pussy. You ready to cum again, Steve?"

I nod my head yes as Melissa drops to her knees in front of me, and begins stroking me until I start getting hard again.

I watch in amazement as my wife takes my hard cock deep into her throat, quickly, she begins bobbing her head up and down.

"That's it, Melissa, suck my cock, show Katie how a true whore sucks a cock." I moan out.

Melissa sucks my cock harder and faster, but then she suprises me by pushing a finger deep into my asshole.

"Oooh, what are you doing, 'lissa?"

And with those words, Melissa shoves her finger deeper into my ass.

"I want to make you cum harder then that whore did, stare at the whore and cum for me, Steve."

I look up and see Katie laying on the bed, hand inside her panties, playing with her pussy, Melissa puts me back in her mouth, and I cum instantly.

Melissa doesn't swallow my load, instead, she walks towards Katie, leans down and kisses her, spitting my load right into Katie's mouth, Katie has no choice but to swallow my load.

"Do you like being used liked this, model trash?" Melissa asks.

"Yes, yes I do!" Katie says, lowering her head.

Melissa stands Katie up and finally removes her gold sequined dress that she'd been wearing since the taping, exposing, for the first time, Katie's firm 34c breasts, leaving Katie standing in only her gold satin panties, which by now are very wet.

"Lay on the bed, whore!" Melissa orders.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Katie replies.

"Let's get one thing straight, Katie, you may be a big thing on tv, but right now, in this hotel room, you ain't shit bitch, you're just another piece of trash, am I being clear to you, slut?"

"Yes, Miss 'lissa, you're being crystal clear, Ma'am."

"Good girl, now take off those panties, and lay on the bed."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Katie removes her panties, exposing for the first time her smooth, hairless pussy, and finally lays down on the soft king size bed.

"My Katie, you are quite the sexy young woman!" I say, scanning her whole body up and down.

Katie blushes and tries to cover up.

"Now, now, Katie, don't be modest, show my husband the slutty body God gave you." Melissa said, sternly.

Katie quickly removes her hands and let's me have a good look at her body.

"Katie, dear, let me ask you, have you ever been eaten out by another woman?" Melissa asks.

"Not while her husband watched!" Katie says, giggling.

"Well, tonight, my husband is going to watch, is that a problem, model slut?"

"No, Ma'am, it won't be."

"Good girl."

Melissa walks towards Katie, and gently spreads her legs open, and begins to her hand over Katie's soft, wet mound.

"Oh, fuck, that feels fucking incredible." Katie says, moaning loudly.

"Ready for me to eat you, whore?"

Katie just nods her head yes, just as Melissa lowers her mouth down on to Katie's already swollen clit.

"HOLY FUCK, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!"

And with a very loud scream, Katie has an incredible orgasm, soaking the sheets and Melissa's face.

Melissa leans up and kisses Katie, letting her taste her own sweet juices.

"Ever taste yourself before, Katie?"

"Yes, yes I have." Katie replies, blushing.

"Time for you to taste me, whore." Melissa says, lowering her jeans, showing Katie her pussy, with just a thin landing strip of red hair on it.

"You have a very pretty pussy, Miss Melissa."

"Thank you, Katie!"

Melissa gets up on Katie's chest and lowers herself down on her pretty face.

"Lick my pussy, whore!" Melissa demands.

Katie takes Melissa by her hips and begins slowly running her tongue up and down her warm, wet pussy.

"Oooh, Katie, you DO know what you're doing!" Melissa says, giggling.

Melissa begins grinding her pussy across Katie's face, coating her in her juices.

"You keep this up, you'll make me cum, is that want you want, whore?"

Katie justs nods her head, in between licks.

"Put a finger in my ass, Katie, finger my ass, fucking finger my ass, whore!" Melissa moans out.

Katie pushes two fingers deep inside Melissa's tight asshole.

"HOLY FUCK, THAT'S IT, KATIE............OOOOOH, FUCK!!!!" Melissa shouts, cumming very hard, soaking Katie's face.

Melissa gets off of Katie's face, leans down and kisses her deeply, tasting her own juices.

"Oh my fucking God, Katie, you're amazing." Melissa moans out, kissing Katie again.

I walk over to the bed and just look at them both.

"Go lay on the couch, Melissa, I want Katie again."

"Ok, fuck her good."

I lay down next to Katie, and take her in my arms.

"Are you finally going to fuck me, Steve?"

"Yes, Katie, I am." I say, looking deep into her eyes, pulling her close and kissing her deep.

I roll her onto her back, and get on top, kissing her face, her neck, kissing all the way down to her beautiful 34c's, rolling my tongue around her nipple, and biting them softly.

"Bite them hard, be rough with me."

I bite her nipples hard, making her scream out.

"That's it, Steve, own me!"

I continue kissing my way down, to her sexy belly button, licking little circles around her belly button, making her wiggle and squirm.

"That tickles........that really tickles!" Katie says, laughing.

I kiss my way to to her sweet pussy, which is already very wet, but, I go out of my way not to touch her pussy, at least not yet.

"Oh, my, you're teasing me!"

I kiss down her legs, stopping to lick and suck on her toes, licking the soles of her feet.

"Stop, that tickles!" She says, laughing again.

I kiss back up her legs, back up to her sweet pussy, and I finally give her a tender kiss on her already swollen clit.

"Oh, don't eat me, Steve fuck me, please fuck me."

I spread her legs as wide as they'll go, and I begin rubbing the head of my cock up and down her moist, wet pussy, making her squirm some more.

"Steve, stop teasing me, she's really sensitive, just enter me, and fuck me already!" Katie screams out

With those words, I slam my cock as hard as I can into her deep, wet pussy.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good, Steve! Fuck me like the slut I am." Katie screams.

I begin pounding her pussy harder and faster until we're both on the brink of.cumming.

"Cum inside me, Steve, get me pregnant, make me have your baby!" 

We both cum at the same time, and I collapse on top of her, exhausted, kising her neck.

I look up and see my wife, Melissa, I'd forgotten about her, I was so focused on Katie that I completely forgotten about my wife.

"You fucked that whore real good, Steve." I hear Melissa say.

"But, you still need to do one more thing, Steve."

"And what's that?" I ask.

"You need to fuck Katie's asshole."

Katie's eyes grow wide.

"I LOVE anal sex!" Katie says, and quickly rolls on to her stomach, placing a pillow under her.

I get behind Katie, spreading her ass cheeks open, and slowly run my tongue over the rim of her dirty asshole, making Katie buck and squirm.

"Do you want my cock in your asshole, Katie?"

"Yes, Steve, I do!"

And I gently begin pushing my cock deep into her ass.

"Don't be gentle, be rough, use me like a whore, Steve!" Katie shouts.

And with that, I slam my cock the rest of the way in.

I begin pumping deep inside her ass, reaching around her and slowly rubbing her clit, until we both explode again, we both collapse down to the bed, after a few minutes, Katie speaks.

"Steve, your cock is dirty, may I clean it off?"

"Yes, you may."

We both roll over and Katie gets between my legs, and takes my dirty cock in her mouth, and bobs her head up and down on it until it's clean.

"Katie, we have an offer for you." Melissa says.

"And what's that?"

"Katie Cleary, stay with us, Deal Or No Deal?" Melissa asks.

"Melissa, Steve, I have to say.......DEAL!" Katie says, taking time to kiss us both, then we all went to bed.

THE END.......

*Author's Note: Please feel free to leave any and all feedback*



Deal With It



There are times in our lives when most of us have tried to run from painful things. I've buried myself in work and distracted myself with food or buying things I didn't need. Sex and alcohol are major distracters for many. The problem with burying pain and anger is that it leaves them intact to rise again, like an evil spirit. 

Pain and anger stay with us, ready to be dug up again when the next thing comes along. They magnify what's currently happening through the lens of what happened before. Pain can be magnified into a deep depression while anger can be magnified out of all proportion to the situation. 

I think it is a well-established fact by this point that the abused child often becomes the abuser in the future if something is not done to break the chain by helping the person deal with the pain they carry with them. 

I'm sure everyone has heard the term applied to kids, "acting out," by now. The child is hurt about one thing and displaces that pain into inappropriate activities that they shouldn't be doing. The child needs to be appropriately punished but he or she needs more than that. They need to be given the tools to express themselves appropriately so it doesn't continue. It can continue into adulthood. 

My mother would often erupt inappropriately. She had a lot of anger and pain that she carried with her like a banked fire in her belly. When something happened to make her angry she would tap into it and react out of all proportion to the incident, taking out her anger on whoever was handy. 

It was a sort of terrorism to never know when she was going to erupt but knowing that she definitely would. It was absolutely terrifying to watch her eyes bug out and her neck veins strain as she yelled. Knowing what I do now, I think we were very lucky that her reactions were mostly verbal, but that made them no less terrifying at the time.

A side note about yelling. If you think your kids aren't scared when you yell at them in anger, think again. They might have a blank face or even yell back, trying to defend themselves, but they're either scared or have moved beyond it into pain, resentment and anger themselves. 

My brother has a rule of no yelling in his house. Yelling doesn't really solve anything. If you're that angry, find a better way to let the anger out then come back to the discussion when everyone can be calm about it. 

Yelling can also cause physical pain. Someone yelling at me hurts my ears. I'll walk away. A child may not feel they have that option. Children also often get nauseous when feeling fear and worry. Seems like we're getting further and further away from the probable goal, getting a point across, by yelling.

Pain and anger can go hand in hand and the way we deal with one can be helpful with the other. I learned to sit with the pain, to cry, to grieve, to write, to let it out. It doesn't get rid of it completely but when it does come back, it's a little less intense each time, like the waves of an outgoing tide, further and further away. I've used that same technique when I was angry, writing a letter to the person I was angry with to let the anger out because I simply couldn't deal with the person at that point.

Carrying around pain and anger takes a tremendous amount of energy. It can be draining. Just feeling pain and anger can have a detrimental effect on your body. I'm not going to claim that it causes tumors or illness because it hasn't been proven, as far as I know. Just think for a minute about how you feel when you're angry though. Your blood pressure probably rises, you might get a headache, or be nauseous from extra acid in your stomach. We know that high blood pressure is bad for us and extra acid can lead to ulcers. Isn't that bad enough?

So what do we do when we're angry with someone for a good reason? Forgive. Forgiveness isn't about the other person all the time. You don't even have to tell them. You may not be able to if they've already passed on. Forgiveness is about letting go of the pain for yourself. It might require a simple decision inside or it might require writing a letter to the person, whether or not you mail it. It's all about what will work for you. You'll know when you've really done it. 

If forgiveness isn't an option right now, for whatever reason, doing something constructive with the pain and anger seems to help some people. It's how a lot of legislation and victim assistance centers have been started. Not everyone has those kinds of resources but volunteering time to a good cause can help both the person receiving and the person giving the time. 

In the end, whatever the pain or anger, you've simply got to face it and deal with it or it's never going to get better. 



Deal With It



How To Deal With...

So, you've finally gotten your story posted on Literotica. First, my congratulations to you. For authors -- those who live for it, those who dabble, or those who are just testing the waters -- it's an accomplished feeling, right? If you're like me, you're never completely satisfied with how it turns out, but that finished project has a way of shining. Whether it's a diamond in the rough or a precious gem, it radiates with a pristine beauty that sometimes only you can see and appreciate.

Going into writing for anything, you undoubtedly have some expectations. You're dreaming of a 5 star rating, dozens of glowing comments praising you and your work, and countless people pressing that "Favorite" button. Unrealistic, perhaps, but I know I'm guilty as charged for dreaming just that. More often than not, however, you're going to have to deal with a few sour apples. More than likely, even more than a few.

There's never enough preparation for seeing what you perceive as a rejection to something you sometimes put your blood, sweat and tears into building. Melodramatic, maybe, but you spend innumerable hours growing and nurturing your story, polishing it to a gleam, that it becomes your baby. And what happens when someone makes the mistake of picking on your baby? You go fierce mama bear on their asses! (Or at least you fantasize about it... come on, admit it.)

It's one thing to experience rejection, though. How do you deal with it is the question.