10 comments/ 121429 views/ 7 favorites Now What Ch. 02 By: sorry_4_trouble Cat (short for Catherine) left home after the man she loved more than any other person in the world revealed things about himself that she could never have imagined. She put her dad on a pedestal because in her eyes he couldn't do anything wrong. That is until the day that he raped her. Cat left home after what her dad did thinking that she couldn't ever forgive him. Cat strolled to the mailbox to retrieve the mail. Men in the neighborhood would stop to look her way. She was beautiful. She had long blonde hair, full breasts, hour glass figure, and full luscious lips. Cat pulled the letters from the box and browsed through the small stack. She paused at one small envelope and new from the postmark that it was from daddy. She was still angry at him, but she also missed him very much. Cat opened the letter and began reading: Princess, I know that I don't deserve you forgiving me, but I miss you desperately. I am all alone and all I can think of is how beautiful you are to me. I can't deny feeling desire for you, but I promise that I will never do anything to hurt you again. Cat couldn't deny that when her daddy had taken her body that she had very mixed emotions. She felt horrified by his invasion, ashamed because she enjoyed some of it, and arousal because she wanted more. Cat left home but it wasn't entirely because of what daddy had done to her but also because she knew that she would let him have more. Cat pondered her feelings over and over throughout the year. Today was her 21st birthday and getting the letter from her daddy just made all the emotions come flooding back to her. She had been with men since that day, but she always ended up thinking about her daddy and how much she wanted to be with him. What was wrong with her? "I'm gonna do it," Cat thought. "I am going to spend my birthday with my daddy." Cat packed a bag and drove towards her home. She didn't call her daddy because even though he said he wanted to gain her forgiveness, he didn't say that he wanted to see her. Cat didn't think that she could bear it if she got there and found that he didn't want to see her again, but she had to try. Cat pulled up in the driveway of her daddy's house. She always loved this place. It was far enough away from prying eyes, but close enough to make a quick run to town. Cat walked up to the door and tried the door knob. It turned and she walked in. She didn't want to give her daddy the chance to turn her away before she even got in the door. The house was very quiet. Cat wandered from room to room on the ground floor and then to the back deck and still hadn't found her daddy. His car was in the driveway so she figured he had to be home. Cat wandered up the stairs and into her dads room. She heard the shower and knew where her daddy was. Cat wanted to undress and lay on the bed to be found by her dad when he came out of the shower. She was afraid to do that because she didn't want him to reject her. She had always been told that she was beautiful but she always felt deep down that people didn't think much of her. Cat decided to sit in the chair by her dad's bed. It faced the bathroom so she would see her dad when he walked into the room. He came out of the bathroom drying his hair so he didn't see her right away. She had a moment to observe his body. He was in good shape, but she could tell that he had lost weight. Her eyes moved down to his cock and felt stirrings inside. She wanted to feel her daddy inside of her. "Cat?! What are you doing here?" her daddy asked with shock and surprise. "I hope you are not mad daddy, but" Cat glanced down. "Cat? What is it? Please tell me if something is wrong. I never thought I would see you again," he stammered. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, daddy. I felt so many emotions when you did what you did. I need to understand." "Sweetheart, I shouldn't have done what I did. It was very wrong for me to force myself on you like that." "Does that mean that you didn't really want me?" Cat whimpered. "No honey it doesn't. I wanted you so much that I couldn't control myself. I love you so much, Cat. I had never felt such a loss of control, even with your mother. It may be wrong to love you so much, but I really love you. Not just as a daughter but as a woman. The way that I handled that day was very wrong but I can't regret that I had the best sex that I had ever had in my life," he pleaded with Cat to understand. He knelt down in front of Cat and buried his face in her lap. Cat tentatively stroked his hair. Tears were flowing down her face. "Daddy, I do forgive you. I was horrified at first and partly because I couldn't believe that I was enjoying my daddy fucking me," she explained. "Really?" "Yes, daddy. Every day that has gone by since that day has been a torture because I have wanted to be with you. Daddy, will you be with me again?" Her daddy looked at her with questioning eyes. "Are you sure, princess?" "Daddy, I want you to fuck me." That was all the invitation that he needed. He let the towel that was around him drop to the floor and his very hard dick spring to life for his little girl. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, daddy. You look so good," Cat purred. She took her daddy into her hands and then into her mouth. She sucked his hard dick and licked the head. Cat could feel her daddy trembling from her touch and then she felt the pulsing of his cock about to explode. "Yes, baby. Suck daddy's cock." Her daddy growled and grunted and exploded into her hot mouth. "Damn that was great baby. Now it is your turn." He lifted Cat up and placed her on his bed. He removed her clothes and kissed her passionately on her lips and then lowered down to spread her legs. Her pussy was wet and so inviting. He moved his mouth to her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth. Cat groaned and pushed her hips up to her daddy. "Yes, daddy. Eat my juicy pussy." Cat squealed. He pushed his tongue into her wet cunt tongue fucked his little girl harder and harder. He inserted one finger into her ass while he lapped at her pussy. Cat moaned louder. He was surprised at the passion in her but it made him want her even more. Cat pulled her daddy harder into her juicy pussy. She loved the feel of his tongue pushing into her. "Oh yes daddy. Eat your little girls pussy. Eat me good. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH yes. I am CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMINg," Cat screamed. Her daddy ate all her pussy juice as she came for him. "Cat honey?" "Yes, daddy?" "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Oh yes daddy. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard dick in my pussy and my ass too," Cat pleaded with him. "Then you will have my princess," her daddy said as he guided his hard dick to his little girls dripping wet pussy. He wanted to go slow for her, but once his cock touched the velvety warmth of her tight cunt he couldn't hold back. "Oh, baby your pussy is so goooooood." "Fuck me harder daddy. Oohhhhhhhhhhhh it feels so good," Cat moaned. He pulled out of her and Cat turned over and got on all four. She wanted to feel her daddy fucking her very hard. He pushed back into her dripping wet pussy and pumped his cock into her very hard and fast. He grunted loudly as he exploded his seed into her pussy. Cat collapsed onto the bed and her daddy pulled her into his arms. "Are you okay, princess?" he asked. "I am better than okay, daddy. Promise me that this doesn't have to end. Promise me that you will never stop wanting or loving me," Cat pleaded. "I promise, baby. I promise that as long as you want this then I will be glad to be with you." Now What Ch. 02 Sorry about the wait in posting chapter 2, but sometimes life gets in the way. Hope you enjoy or it at least makes you think about what you would do. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I walked through the door. "Steve, where the heck have you been? It's almost 7:00 and I've had dinner on the table since 6:15. At least you could have called me to say you were going to be late," Deb said with an angry tone in her voice. "I'll warm it back up in the microwave, but it's not going to taste nearly as good as it would have an hour ago," said Deb as she put my dish into the microwave. As I listened to the hum of the microwave, I tried to think of a gentle way to start this conversation. I didn't want to drop a bomb on her but I wanted to let her know exactly how I felt. "Are you really ready to fuck up your marriage over a stupid blow job?" my brain kept asking me as I sat at the dinner table. "Maybe we could work out a compromise. Maybe if she sees what a big deal it is to me, she'll relent and give it another try," my big brain kept saying to me even though my little brain had already made up its mind a couple of months ago. One year and eight and a half months into my marriage and I was already cheating on Debby with Beth. At this point, I still didn't consider it really cheating, because I hadn't screwed anyone but I don't think Deb will look at it that way. "Hon, after dinner, can we have a talk?" I asked smiling at her. "Why do we have to wait until after dinner? We can talk while we eat, because I want to watch a movie that starts at 8:00 tonight," she replied putting my plate back on the table as she popped hers in the microwave. "What's on your mind?" she said now looking at me while she leaned up against the counter. "Hon, you know I love you to death," I started off hesitantly. "But I still feel I have an unfulfilled sex life," I said carefully, trying my best not to piss her off. "Steve, we do it at least four to five times a week, how much more do you want? If you'd just win the lottery we could spend our days in bed, but until that time we still both have to go to work," she told me looking at me more intensely. "It's not how often we do it..." is all I got out of my mouth when the wrath of God came down on me. "Oh shit, it's not about blow jobs again is it? I thought we were done with that," she said raising her voice. "I thought we beat that horse to death. How many more times do you plan on bringing it up?" Deb asked me now looking angry as hell. "Steve, read my lips, I am not going to do it, not now, not ever." At that point Deb started slamming cupboards and drawers until she heard the ding from the microwave. Grabbing her plate she tossed it on the table and just glared at me, almost daring me to say something. "Well?" she finally said burning a hole through me with her eyes. "Well what?" I replied. "Have we finally put this issue to rest?" she asked. "I guess I know where you stand if that's what you mean," I told her. If I want a blow job I guess I'll just have to get it from someone else." "Do that and I'll cut the damn thing off and give it back to you gift wrapped," she shouted back at me. When I didn't reply she gave a look that would strike fear into the toughest Marine. "Son of a bitch," she yelled standing up. "You son of a bitch," she said throwing her plate of food at me. "You've already done it with someone else haven't you?" she now screamed at me. "Get out, get the hell out of my sight before I kill you," she said throwing everything on the table at me as I moved trying my best not to get hit. "Deb, let me explain," I tried to say but it was way beyond the talking stage now. "You cheating bastard, get the hell out of my apartment," she continued to yell as she looked for anything else she could throw at me. At that point I decided to leave, at least for now, to let her cool down. I grabbed my jacket and keys before making my escape. Tony's was almost empty as I sat my ass on a seat at the bar. The first Miller went right down as I ordered another. I nursed this one for the better part of a half hour as I watched the time slowly creep by. What was I thinking? Or maybe that was the problem, I wasn't. Well it was all out in the open now, and where we were headed was anyone's guess. I snuck back into the apartment sometime after 1:00 AM. I tried to turn the knob on our bedroom door but found it locked, I wasn't surprised. I grabbed a blanket and pillow out of the hall closet and headed for the guest room. When I hit the light I saw it; Deb had been busy. All my clothes had been tossed on the bed, or at least in the vicinity of the bed. Clothes, shoes, toiletries and any other personal items I'd had in our bedroom were now piled on the bed. It took me the better part of an hour to hang everything up and put the rest of the shit away. By 2:30 I was still awake looking up at a dark ceiling wondering what tomorrow morning would bring. Debby never said a word. She came down stairs dressed, grabbed her keys and walked out the door as I sat at the kitchen table watching her. I don't know what I expected after last night. I thought at the least she'd throw an insult or two at me before leaving but that didn't happen. Work sucked, I just couldn't get my head around anything. I must have downed a dozen cups of coffee before lunch as I started jotting down things I knew were eventually going to come up. I wasn't going to admit to anything just yet and was sure Deb didn't have a clue about Beth. I debated about going home right after work. Maybe I should wait a couple of hours and let her adjust to me not being there, so I stopped at Tony's for a quick one. "God, I hopped she would at least hear me out before going nuts on me again tonight," I thought to myself as I drove home. To my surprise Deb wasn't even home herself. I checked the answer machine but there was no message. "Now what?" I fixed myself something to eat, had a couple of beers and finally crashed just after 12:00. I heard Deb come in just before 1:00 and peeked out the door. The look she gave me said it all, as she went into our bedroom and slammed the door. I went back to bed and for the second night in a row I counted the specks on the ceiling until I fell asleep. Deb was still in her room when I left for work. I finally got up the nerve to text her on her cell but never got a reply. Deb wasn't home when I got there just after 6:00 and like the previous night there was no message. I texted her saying that we needed to talk but got back a short reply saying that she had nothing to say to me. I was at a stalemate. I wanted to work it out with her but I'd decided that I wasn't going back to my old sex life. She avoided me every night until I forced the issue Saturday. I was up early, something about not being able to sleep very well anymore, when Deb came downstairs dressed and looking to make her escape again. This time however, she was going nowhere. I had taken her car keys from the rack by the door. I just sat there quietly sipping on my coffee watching her look high and low until she realized I must have them. "Give me my damn keys," she yelled at me. "No," I replied looking down at my cup. "Steve, where are my damn keys?" she said for the second time. "Deb, we need to talk," is how I started before she blew up at me. "I've heard enough of your lies and bullshit. There's nothing you can say that will make any difference to me anymore. So if you don't mind, I've got an appointment," she said in a matter of fact voice. I tossed Deb her car keys as I watched her give me an ugly look before walking out and slamming the door. "I guess I got nothing more than I deserved," I told myself as I started packing my shit. I was really surprised how little I had. Between my clothes and personal items I barely filled six boxes. I left all the 'joint' items like our wedding pictures, CD's, DVD's and such. I guess we'll have to split those items down the road. I packed up my Expedition and headed out to find some place to set up house. The Motel 6 by my office was a logical choice. It was five minutes from work and the price of the room included the full breakfast bar. I could only get out $250.00 from the ATM but made myself a note to draw out fifty percent of our savings first thing Monday morning. I was going to hit Tony's again tonight, but after putting everything away I wasn't really in the mood so I had a Corona and called it a night. As I fed my face the following morning I turned my phone back on. I had seven calls and texts from Deb calling me every name in the book. "You piece of slime, you really have no backbone do you? You sneak out of the apartment without so much as a note, you weasel. If that's the way you want it, so be it," and that was the nicest one of the seven. The worst part about it, I had no one to blame but myself. I let it go on too long before I said anything. It should have come to a head before we even got married and I blame myself for that. "Well, it's better we end it now then drag it on for another couple more years," or so I thought to myself. We had no kids and besides the apartment, we only had a credit card or two. We each owned our own vehicles so a divorce should be a slam-dunk. I figured I'd let Deb file and save myself a few bucks. Every day I waited to be served, but the papers never came. It wasn't like I was hiding, I still went to work, hung out with my friends sometimes and everyone knew where I was currently living. My parents pleaded with me to make up with Deb, but I told them, that wasn't going to happen. "You know if you get divorced, you'll never be able to get married in the church again," my mom informed me. "The vows say until death do you part, and in God's eyes you two are still married." "Mom, I tried to tell her about my needs and she didn't care, this is the best thing for both of us," I finally told her but she never let up. "God damn, I wish she'd just serve me so we could get this over." I hadn't heard from or seen Deb since the morning I left. She did send me a few ugly e-mails at work, but I responded to only one. "Nice talk from a good Christian girl." I never got another one. Word traveled fast and Beth was on my doorstep two weeks after I left. "Beth, I'm not ready for this," I tried to tell her as she jumped into my arms as soon as I opened the door. "Now we can be together all the time," she told me. "Beth, until I'm divorced I'm not doing anything with anyone. I had a big hand in screwing up my marriage and I'm not ready to jump from one bed into another." "Bull shit, Steve. Don't give me that high and mighty attitude, save that for Deb. Exactly what were you thinking about when you were still married and sleeping with me? It didn't seem to bother you when I gave you what your bride wouldn't and now what? You're too good for me? Well, fuck you. I sure as hell don't need you, there are a million guys that would be overjoyed to be with me," she yelled at me. "I'm out of here. Don't bother to call, you had your chance and blew it," she said laughing. "Blew it," she laughed. "I guess that's how it started and ended. See you around loser," she said shutting the door behind her. "Well, the girl I threw my marriage away for was now gone too, what next?" I thought to myself. That question was answered six weeks later. I was having dinner with a vendor who was in town for the night. We'd had a few drinks and were just getting our food when I saw her. She was led in by a tall blonde-haired man and were seated about five tables away. "Shit, that's all I need tonight," I said to myself as I turned away from the table. We were just finishing dessert when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Deb looking directly at me. "I thought that was you," she said. Being taken by surprise, I stammered something out something like, "Hello Deb, you're looking well," before her date walked up behind her. "So this is the wimp who walked out on you," he spoke up as I finished. "He looks like the kind of guy who would do something like that," he said with a shit-eating grin. "Come on Jason let's go," Deb said as she grabbed his arm. "It's Ok Deb, I just want to thank him for leaving. If it wasn't for him booking, we'd never be here tonight and looking forward to a quiet intimate evening later," he said probably a lot louder than he should have as more than a few table looked on. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her tonight and every night from now on," he said as sarcastically as possible trying to goad me as Deb pleaded with him to stop but he wouldn't shut up. I finally stood up, and looking through the asshole said to Deb, "you really have lowered your standards. God, I hope he's worth it," before turning around to sit back down. I didn't even see the punch that pretty boy threw but I sure as hell felt it along with the knee to the groin that followed. I could hear someone screaming for him to stop as I felt kick after kick to my body as I instinctively covered my head. As the doctor in the ER was sewing up my face he asked what the other guy looked like. "Probably pretty good, because I never saw what hit me," I told him as I tried to laugh but was way too sore. "You don't have anything broken but two of the ribs have hairline cracks. They're taped up pretty good but you're going to be damn sore for about three weeks. Take it easy and don't do anything strenuous. Here's a prescription for some painkillers. Take two just before you go to sleep, and no alcohol while you're on them. I want to see you in about a week. Call my office and tell them to work you in." What a way to end a perfectly good night. My vendor, who had waited in the ER with me, drove me back to the restaurant so I could get my car. "You really know how to show a guy an exciting time," he said trying to make a joke. "Are you going to be Ok to drive?" "I'll be Ok if I take it slow," I said as I got out of his car. "Sorry about tonight, I never expected anything like that to happen. At least next time I won't turn my back on him." "Well, if it's any consolation, the cops hauled him away and if you play your cards right, maybe some large guy in jail will make him his bitch," he said with a laugh. "I gave them my statement but if you need me back here, just give me a call." We parted ways and I found out how really hard it is to drive with one hand. The pain pills did wonders. I was in la la land shortly after taking them. What was a real pain, was taking a shower the next morning. It hurt like hell raising my arms above my shoulders, especially on my right side, and putting on a shirt was more than a little challenging. I told everyone at work I'd slipped in the shower and hit my right side on the tub, no use letting people know I got sucker punched and the shit kicked out of me. In my office, I adjusted the height of my chair up six inches and found I could do everything I needed, just not quiet as fast. Thank God this was a semi quiet week. When Deb's e-mail popped up I wanted to delete it, or print it, stomp on it and finally burn it. I didn't open it, I just looked at it on my screen for a couple of minutes and then went back to what I was doing before I got it. It wasn't until about 10:30, when I walked back to my desk with a fresh cup of coffee, that I brought up my e-mail account; it was still there. After about three sips of coffee I finally opened it. 'Steve, I am so sorry about last night. I had no idea that Jason would say what he did or react in that way. I work with him and it was just a casual dinner out, it wasn't a date no matter what he said. The only reason I came over, was that I wanted to know if you were ready to talk. I haven't done anything about us since you left. Steve, I really thought you'd eventually come back, guess I was wrong. I was really surprised that you took the money out of the savings, did you think so little of me that you thought I would take the money and run? Well, you know where I live. It did take me a couple of days, but I know where you're currently staying. I hope you're not hurt too badly. Let me know if you want to talk, I really miss you.' Love Deb This caught me a little off guard. This wasn't the 'I hate you' notes of the past, and that's why I hadn't been served, because she hadn't even been to a lawyer yet. However, nothing had changed in my eye. It was time to end this charade and for both of to move on with our lives. My e-mail wasn't meant to be mean or hurtful but it was blunt and to the point. 'Deb, I don't know what we have left to talk about. You pretty much spelled it out that night when you called me a cheater, and I guess you were right. I was with Beth a total of five times before that night. We didn't screw, but we did have oral sex. At the time, in my warped mind, I didn't consider it cheating because we didn't screw but I was only kidding myself. It may sound harsh, but I don't regret doing it. I tried in vain to explain to you that oral sex was a big part of my lovemaking but you shot me down every time I brought it up. Well, I'm not going to hash it over anymore. You are who you are and so am I. My only regret is meeting you, falling in love with you and not making love with you before we got married. That way I would have know about your feelings on sex, and we could have ended it long before we walked down the isle. I don't hate you, quiet the contrary, I still love you, for what it's worth. It's just that I can't stay married to you any longer. I need to move on with my life and find someone like me, because even though you may not believe it, I loved being married. If it's any consolation, I haven't been with Beth since that night and she dumped me when I told her that I wasn't moving from your bed to her; ironic isn't it. If you don't file, I will. In two months I will be thirty and I want to, let me rephrase that, I need to start my life over. I wish you well and I hope you find someone you'll be happy with.' Steve I hit enter and that was the last e-mail or anything else I heard from Debby. Was I heart broken, yes, but relived at the same time. No more sneaking around or lying, I was now on my own. My best buds, Dale and Kenny, thought I was nuts throwing away a great marriage. Most of their logic was pretty sound, but when I asked each of them if their wives gave them head they just looked at one another. "Dale, if Pat came home tonight and said there would be no more oral sex in your marriage would you be Ok with it? And Kenny, if you could never feel Fran's warm mouth around your pecker, would you like that? Guys, I wasn't ready to give it up without a fight, and I'm sorry to say, that was one battle I lost." So life went on. For my thirtieth birthday the guys said they were taking me out. As they put it, this would be my coming out party. "Steve, get a good night sleep Friday, because you're going to need all your strength Saturday night," they told me. "We'll pick you up, there is no way you're going to be in any shape to drive home," they said with big shit-eating grins. "This will be one night you'll never forget." By 9:00 we were heading to our second club to meet a couple more of our friends. By 11:00, we were in our third club, I had four lap dances, three sets of breasts caress my face, my neck and ears tongued by no less than six dancers and I was pretty fucked up. "Guys, I don't know how much more I can take," I said with a laugh. "To the best friends a guy could have," I said raising my glass for a toast. "Here, here," everyone responded draining their drinks. At 12:30 I realized they were right, there was no way I would have been able to drive home. Hell, I probably couldn't have even found my car. It was then that Kenny asked for everyone' attention. Now What Ch. 02 "Quiet everyone," he shouted standing at our table. "There is one more surprised we've got for you tonight Steve, and I know you're going to like her, I mean it," Kenny said as everyone hooted and hollered. "This is a gift from ALL your friends and it's waiting for you at my place tonight," he told me as everyone gave me a ration of shit about if I still remembered how to do it among other things. As Kenny and I walked out, everyone slapped me on the back saying that they only wished they were me right now, as we walked out into the parking lot to his car. I was pretty well wasted so I cracked my window to get a little fresh air. "Fran and I are staying at my sisters tonight, you'll have the place to yourself. You can get as crazy and loud as you want and no one will be able to hear you," he said as we pulled up to his house. He helped me inside then hit me with the next surprise. "Since this is your first time in a while, your new friend says she wants to have full control, at least for the first hour or two. She's prepared a little surprise for you in the guest room," he said leading me in. "This girl cost us a bundle but she said that this will be the best sex of your life if you just follow her instructions," he said showing me the restraints attached to the bed along with the blind fold. "Kenny, you're kidding me right?" I responded. "Not my idea, but if you don't want to go through with it, just let me know and I'll send her away," he replied. "It's not that, but I've never tried bondage or anything kinky like this before. Maybe it's time I expand my horizons," I told him finger the satin handcuffs. "Well Steve, I've got it from good sources, you won't be disappointed. Besides, this sure beats going home alone to a cold bed doesn't it?" I agreed and started stripping. "I hope you don't have anything against black women, because you know what they say, once you go black you'll never go back," he said smiling as he turned off the overhead light and flipped on the bedside light. All right, I wasn't too sure about this. I wasn't scared mind you but I didn't like the idea of being restrained either, as I heard them click closed on my wrists and ankles. Kenny slipped on the blindfold and the last thing he said was to enjoy myself. I heard him leave the room and yell for Candy. "Candy?" my mind repeated what it had heard. When I heard the door creek open I didn't know what to expect. The first thing that happened was my boxers were cut from my body and pulled off. I then felt what must have been her hair being dragged over the front of my body before I felt the sting of what must have been a leather whip. "Damn girl that hurt," I said as I heard her snicker. In a muffled low voice I heard Candy say that she'd heard I'd been a naughty boy. "You know what they do to naughty boys don't you?" she said as I felt the sting of the whip again. "Then again, I do like naughty boys," I heard her say as I felt a tongue and then teeth on my right nipple. "Steve, do you like nasty girls?" she asked. "I like all girls." "Wrong answer," she replied as I felt the sting of the whip again. "All right, I like nasty girls," I shouted out. "Good, because we're going to get good and nasty tonight." Now I was concerned. Kenny was gone and I was left with this fringing nut. I tugged on my restraints and found to my displeasure that I was going nowhere. "Steve, my pussy's dying for some attention. You do like pussy don't you?" she asked as I felt her weight now on the bed. "Stick out that tongue of yours and let's see just how good you are," she said as I felt a shaved beaver now on my lips. I did my best. Even though I was a little rusty, I could tell from her moaning and the juices that were dripping out of her cunt she liked what I was doing. "My, my, my, you sure do have a talented tongue. I think it's about time you finish me," she said as I could feel her pussy and now ass all over my tongue. "Just stick your tongue all the way out and I'll take it from there," she ordered me as I felt her pussy engulf my tongue. "Oh God yes," I heard her whimper as I felt her pussy being pushed up against my lips with each thrust. I could tell she was working her own clit and when she let go Candy grabbed the back of my head and rubbed her pussy all over face as she finally crushed it against my lips. "That was nice," she said as I felt her tongue lick my lips and chin of any remaining juices. "I suppose I should return the favor since it is your birthday and all," she said in a soft sexy voice just above a whisper as I felt her get off the bed. "Can I remove the blindfold?" I asked. "You'd like that wouldn't you? And I suppose you'd like me to release you too so you could feel up my body and have your way with me, wouldn't you?" "That works for me," I said smiling thinking I was home free. The sting of the whip across my thighs told me immediately that wasn't going to happen. "Silly boy, this is your birthday present. You don't want to spoil the surprise do you?" "Candy, why don't we just fuck and get it over with. It's been a long time and I could really use a warm pussy right now," I told her. "All right Steve, I'll let you decide where to drop your first load. You have a choice; I can get you off with either my tight pussy or my warm mouth. Let me give you a sample of each and then you can decide. With that said I didn't know what to expect but at least I was going to get off and soon. Within seconds, I felt a hot mouth consume my dick. It took me a little by surprise but it was a nice surprise. It was warm, wet and I felt her tongue licking the head and underside. When she starting sucking harder, pulling on my dick with her lips I thought I was going to lose it right there before she stopped. "Now, lets see what you think of my other hole," she said as I felt her hand guiding the head into her pussy. It was warm and oh so lubricated as I just slipped in as Candy lowered herself onto me. As she raised herself up and then lowered her pussy, I could feel her grind it onto my dick to get inch. "You're not as long as I'm use to, but you'll do for tonight," Candy said as she picked up her pace. Using her muscles on the upstroke, it felt like she was going to milk my dick dry of every drop of cum before she was finished. I was now pushing up to meet her strokes and was just about ready to cum when she pulled off. "Damn," was all I could say because for the second time in ten minutes I'd almost gotten off only to have it pulled away from me. "Well, what'll it be, my lovely mouth or my experienced pussy?" she whispered into my ear. "Either one, just finish me off please," I begged. "You don't learn very fast do you," she said as I felt the sting of the whip again. "Now let's try this again, mouth or pussy?" "All right all ready; your mouth," I told her. "Good choice Steve. So just lay back, relax and let momma do the work," she instructed. "Can you at least release my legs?" I pleaded. "They're stiffening up on me." "That's not the only thing stiffening up," Candy said as she stroked my dick. "Since it'll probably be easier on the both of us I'll agree, just don't make me punish you again," she laughed. With the shackles off at least I could move around a bit. I felt her weight again on the bed as she continued to stroke my dick. "Let's get this show on the road shall we?" she said as I felt her warm mouth engulf my dick. This brought back memories of Beth as she worked me up and down paying particular attention to the head. I don't know how many times I came close only to have her pull off and taunt me. "Does my baby want a little release?" she asked as she lightly licked the head before closing her lips around it and taking my full six and a half inches before pulling off. After about twenty minutes of teasing I knew it was coming to a close as she now worked my dick with earnest along with the boys. I was close; I was so fucking close I was almost face fucking her as she bobbed up and down on my cock. "Candy, for God's sake please don't stop," I begged her and this time she didn't. My first spurt hit the back of her throat but she never stopped or let up. I felt the next one a fraction of a second later, and the third was kind of pulled out of me but she never stopped. The climax had felt wonderful but I needed Candy to stop because my dick was way too sensitive for what she was still doing. "Ease up girl, there's nothing left, I'm empty," I tried to explain to her as she finally relented. "That's it? After all this time that's all you've got? I kind of expected more," she said moving up to my lips to kiss me or should I say drive her tongue down my throat and play with my tonsils. "You don't taste too bad. It's not as sweet as my nectar but not half bad." "You were great, why don't you release me so we can take this to the next level," I told her. "In due time Steve, all in due time," she said getting off the bed. "I'm still in charge and not quiet ready to give it up just yet. So if you don't mind, I've got to go to the little girl's room. Don't run off, I'll be right back," she said with a snicker. "Yeah right, don't run off. Not funny Candy," I shouted back at her. Candy came back with a hot washcloth and wrapped it around my dick. "This will keep it warm for me," she snickered. "Do you like chocolate?" she asked as I felt something at my mouth. "After sex I need chocolate to recharge my batteries," she said putting another in my mouth. "I've got one more ride in mind before I turn you loose," I only hope you're up to it," she told me as I felt the warm wash cloth being replaced with a set of warm lips. She was good. damn she was good, as she worked my dick until it was rock hard again. I felt the warm gel being poured over the head of my cock and before it could drip down the sides Candy was gently rubbing it in until it had a thick coat. I felt her throw a leg over my waist and I felt her hand guide me into her. "This wasn't her pussy," I told myself. It was way too tight. It must have taken Candy almost five minutes to get me all the way in before she eased her entire weight on my lap and wiggled her ass around to make sure she had it all. "You like that Steve? How does it feel?" she said as she rose up slightly before lowering herself again. "Like heaven," was the only thing I could say as she started to ride me, and what a ride it was. It felt like I was fucking a sixteen-year-old virgin as she worked the full length of my cock. She was slow and methodical, I guess wanting me to last as long as possible but that wasn't going to be long. Even though I'd shot my full wad thirty-five minutes ago, I wasn't going to last more than a couple minutes more. With Candy moaning above me and playing with her own clit I thought about everything else than what I was experiencing at the moment, but it didn't work. "Oh God yes," I said as I pushed up as hard and far as I could. I shot what I had deep into her bowels as I felt the blindfold being ripped from my face. I never even opened my eyes as the afterglow took over. "That was fantastic," I heard my brain say as I opened my eyes and looked for Candy but she had pulled off and was I guessing in the bathroom. "You're going to have to let me rest up for at least forty five minutes to an hour I shouted to her without getting any response. Candy you still there?" I asked. Out from the bathroom came out a fully clothed Candy. "What the hell, she wasn't black," was my fist surprise, but the second one shook my world as Candy got closer to the bed. "Deb?" "Happy Birthday Steve," is all she said pretty stone-faced as she unlocked one of my wrists. "I hope you enjoyed your evening," she said as she tossed me the key and started to walk away. "Wait Deb," I screamed as I unlocked the other handcuff and took off after her catching her downstairs. "I don't understand? You're leaving?" "Your friends and I set this up for your birthday surprise. It was supposed to be a way for us to get back together, but I guess that's not going to happen," she told me. "Why not, you were fantastic, as good as anyone I've ever been with," I tried to tell her. "You see Steve, that's the problem. You weren't making love with me; you were just using Candy's available holes. There was no love, no feelings, just a sexual release on your part. I'm a person with feelings and needs, one of which is to have a husband I can trust. You, my friend, can't be trusted and without trust, there can't be a marriage, not with me anyways. So enjoy the rest of your birthday, whatever is left of it," she said walking out the front door. "Oh, by the way, just to give you a heads up, you will be served tomorrow," she said without even looking back at me. I watched as Deb got in her car and pulled away. "NOW WHAT?"