0 comments/ 154679 views/ 6 favorites The Roof By: Just Plain Bob A very short story from a very sick mind, but a mind that I am none the less completely happy with. It needs, however, to be pointed out that all persons in this very short story are eighteen or older and are consenting adults. * Once upon a time a family moved up into the mountains of Colorado to escape from the every rush and the hectic pace of the city. There was a momma, a poppa, a beautiful daughter and a mischievous son. They were a happy family and they loved living in the mountains. One day the poppa, who always did the odd jobs around the house decided to check out the roof (it was really momma's idea). The roof was looking old and the shingles looked worn. The roof had been neglected over the years and appeared to be badly beaten up by the sun, which was very intense at 8,000 feet, and by the hail storms that fell several times a year. So the poppa got out his extension ladder and was going to inspect the roof and figure out what was needed to fix it. If he did he knew that the momma would fix him a delicious dinner and give him a back rub and then have sex with him because she loved her house in the mountains. He set his ladder against the side of the house and when it was fully extended he saw that the ladder was not tall enough to reach the roof. He would have to get a taller ladder. So the poppa drove down the road to his friendly neighbor and borrowed the friendly neighbor's ladder. He set the ladder against the side of the house and pulled the rope to extend the ladder to it's top. 'Clang, clang, clang' it went until it reached it's full extension. The poppa saw that the ladder was still just a little bit short, but he thought that he could stretch and make it up onto the roof. The poppa climbed the ladder and the momma, the beautiful daughter and the mischievous son came out to watch and the friendly neighbor came to watch too. The poppa stretched out and made it onto the roof, but his feet pushed against the ladder and it fell to the ground. The poppa smiled and looked down at the momma and waved to show that he was all right. He knew that when he was ready to get back down the momma and the friendly neighbor would put the ladder back up for him. He began to inspect the roof. The mischievous son said, "I have a new joystick for my video game" and he went back to his room to play video games with his new joystick. The beautiful daughter went to her room to call her boyfriend and tell him how horny she was and to remind him that they had a date that night. "He can not get off the roof without the ladder," the momma said. "No, he can't" said the friendly neighbor. "He will call us when he wants to come down" said the momma, "Would you like to come inside for some refreshment?" "Yes, I would like that," said the friendly neighbor. Just inside the kitchen door the momma turned and went to her knees in front of the friendly neighbor. "You are big and strong so you must have a nice cock," said the momma as she unzipped the friendly neighbor's pants. "I think you will like it," said the friendly neighbor. The momma had the friendly neighbors cock in her hand and it was growing. "Oh, it is a very nice cock and it is bigger than poppa's" the momma said as she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. On the roof the poppa was busy checking out the shingles and making a list of what he would need to do to fix the roof. In the kitchen the friendly neighbor had the momma bent over the kitchen table and he was fucking her from behind. "Oh yes" the momma cried, "You feel so big and it feels so good. Fuck me, please fuck me hard and make me cum." The poppa was sitting on the peak of the roof and staring at the western side of Pike's Peak and trying to figure out what to use for his new roof. Should he use shake shingles to make the house look rustic? No, they were a fire hazard. How about slate or tile? Might be too heavy. Regular shingles would be the least expensive. He wondered what else might be available. Down in the kitchen the friendly neighbor was ramming his cock into the momma's hungry pussy as the momma was screaming, "So good, so good, oh Jesus yes, fill me up, fuck me, make me cum." The poppa up on the roof couldn't hear the screams, but the mischievous son playing video games in his room heard them and came out of his room to see what all the fuss was about. The mischievous son was not surprised to see the momma bent over the table being fucked by the friendly neighbor. He knew the momma had taken other lovers while the poppa was at work during the day, but he had never seen the momma in action before and seeing it made his dick hard. The mischievous son unzipped himself, took out his cock and stroked it while thinking that the momma really couldn't say no lest he tell the poppa what she was doing. The mischievous son walked over to the table and shoved his cock in front of the momma's face. The momma looked up at him and then smiled as she opened her mouth and waited for the mischievous son to put his cock in it. In her room the beautiful daughter was screaming, "You mother fucking bastard!" at her now ex-boyfriend who had just informed her that Nancy Wilde was a better piece of ass and he was going to date her from now on. The beautiful daughter threw down her cell phone and ran crying from her room to find the momma who would give her a shoulder to cry on. The beautiful daughter ran into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the momma bent over the kitchen table being fucked by the friendly neighbor while the mischievous son fucked the momma's mouth. The beautiful daughter was horny and the sight made her pussy wet. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" said the friendly neighbor. "Mph glimph oog" said the momma. "I'm gonna fuck her next" said the mischievous son. The friendly neighbor pushed hard and held himself still while he sprayed the inside of the momma with his manly essence and then he stepped back and let his limp cock fall out of the momma's pussy. The mischievous son pulled his cock out of the momma's mouth and quickly moved around the table to get behind the momma and get sloppy seconds. "Oh God yes" moaned the momma as the mischievous son pushed his hard cock into the momma's still hungry pussy. The friendly neighbor felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to see the beautiful daughter standing there naked as the day she was born. The beautiful daughter pointed at the friendly neighbor's limp dick and said, "That's a very nice looking cock, but it would look even better if it was hard." "Perhaps you could encourage it to become hard again," said the friendly neighbor. "Perhaps I could," said the beautiful daughter as she went to her knees. On the roof of the house the poppa finally decided to contact the county extension office to see if they could tell him what roofing material would be best for the area. That decision made the poppa started figuring out the square footage of the roof and making a list of the things he would need, things like tarpaper and roofing nails. In the kitchen the momma was bent over the table on one side while the mischievous son fucked her from behind as she cried out, "Oh yes, oh God yes, I love your cock, fuck me hard and make me cum again." On the other side of the table the beautiful daughter was bent over the table and looking into the momma's eyes as the friendly neighbor was plowing her pussy from behind. "Oh yes" cried the beautiful daughter, "Your cock is so much bigger and better than my dick head ex-boyfriend's. Fuck me, fuck me good." On the roof the poppa was finished with his inspection and his figuring so he moved to the edge of the roof and looked down. The poppa saw the ladder lying on the ground, but there was no one around. "Hey down there" yelled the poppa; "Someone put the ladder up." In the kitchen the momma heard the poppa's calls and she said, "Hurry up, cum and make me cum. Poppa wants to come down and we must put the ladder up." Across the table the friendly neighbor cried "I'm cumming" and the beautiful daughter cried out, "No, not yet, please, not yet." "Sorry, I couldn't hold it any more," said the friendly neighbor. On the other side of the table the mischievous son cried "I'm cumming too" and he blew his load inside the momma's pussy. The momma stood up and pulled her dress down as the friendly neighbor tucked his limp cock away and the two of them went outside to put the ladder up for the poppa. The beautiful daughter looked at the mischievous son and said, "He left me hanging. I need to cum. Help me cum, please get me off." "Not here" said the mischievous son. "We will go to my room and they will think we are playing video games." "Oh goody" cried the beautiful daughter, "I can play with your joystick." "Yes you can," said the mischievous son and off to his room they went. The poppa came down from the roof and thanked the friendly neighbor for his help and the friendly neighbor smiled and said, "No problem" and then he took his ladder and went home. "Come inside" the momma said, "And I will cook you a delicious dinner and give you a back rub. "And then can we have sex?" the poppa asked. The momma, knowing that she was pretty loose and sloppy said, "Not tonight poppa, I have a yeast infection. Maybe in a couple of days." In the mischievous son's room the beautiful daughter had her legs up on the mischievous son's shoulders and he was driving his cock into her as she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me." After that day the momma and the beautiful daughter made frequent visits to see the friendly neighbor and they also spent a lot of time in the mischievous son's room playing with his joystick. The momma, the beautiful daughter, the mischievous son and the friendly neighbor all lived happily ever after. And the poppa? Hey, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. The Roof is on Fire As soon as the reporter walks in her office she is attracted to him. He is visiting her to do a story on her University and their "going green" efforts around campus. Although this interview was sprung on her by her boss late in the day, she regrets being a little miffed at him. She had wanted to go home on time. It had been a long day. But at least the reporter was good-looking. "Hi, I'm Kate. Good to meet you," she said as she shook his hand and smiled at him. "Hey it's great to meet you too. I'm Ben. Thank you for taking the time to do this interview. I'm looking forward to the tour of your facilities," he said as he sat down in the comfy chair in front of her desk and pulled out his small notebook from his coat pocket. Her "facilities" looked mighty inviting as well. God she was smoking hot. How in the hell did he get so lucky? His mind temporarily diverted to a scene in his head. He imagined taking her right there on her desk. Knocking off all those piles of paperwork with one big swoosh of his arm, bending her over the desk, lifting her skirt, and fucking her. Right then and there. Reality came back to him when she handed him a brochure about the University. "This explains most of our sustainability and energy conservation efforts," she said as she handed him a glossy, colorful, tri-fold pamphlet. "It should be very helpful in your article. But of course if you have any questions along the way, just ask." As he leafed through it, he realized he could take fewer notes and pay more attention to her. It was very comprehensive. He could write the entire article easily now. But to make him appear engaged in the work at hand, he writes in his notebook "desk fuck". "Well let's go on the tour," she stands and heads for the door. He takes a deep breath of her clean smell that arises from her walking past him. Oh damn she's hot! He is sure that underneath her sexy black skirt her womanhood is bare with no panties. And he wishes her matching top was just one inch lower along her cleavage, just one more inch, so he could see where that long necklace is pointing to. Ahh...to be that necklace and have front row seats to her perfect breasts. He writes "I wanna be her necklace" in his notebook and flips it closed. They both walk to the University's electric car. It looks like a glorified golf cart. The two-seater at least leaves hardly any room between them. She steps into the driver's side and he notices her legs for the first time, but not the last time. Her thigh length skirt comes to just above her knee. It rises a little above that mark as she takes a seat. From the end of her skirt flow two beautiful, firm, tanned legs with no panty hose to constrict them. Further down she is wearing sexy black pumps with an endless high heel. He simply can't take his eyes off of them. He gawks at them the entire time and he can't close his mouth. As she presses the gas pedal he can see her taut muscles, and another brief visual of her legs upended around his shoulders grasping him as he fucks her passes in his mind before she takes off from the parking lot. He, of course, writes "legs" in his notebook. They move through the campus and she points out the recycling center with its large dumpsters for sorting the trash. They also pass the gray water storage tank which captures rainwater for irrigating the landscaped lawns. She really knows her stuff and that made her even sexier to him. Their last stop was a six-story brick building which she explains is the Student Center. Before he leaves the car, he writes "nasty and wet" and puts his notes in his jacket pocket, and takes a deep horny breath. Kate takes him to a mechanical room to show him their stash of energy efficient fluorescent bulbs and electronic ballasts. He imagines running the long thin tube along her pussy lips, pushing forward and backward in short strokes. His cock is growing inside of his gray slacks and he wishes he could show her. She then takes him to another mechanical room where the equipment is quite loud. In here there are chillers and boilers and pumps and pipes. He wants to bend her over that large yellow chilled water pipe and show her some pumping alright. He visualizes her hiking up her skirt and hopping on top of the large diameter pipe and riding it like a bucking bull at a honky-tonk bar, with her clit slowly moving along the thick insulation, and throwing her head back in ecstasy as she rides it. She is still talking about the energy efficiency of the equipment but he finds it hard to concentrate. At one point she looks at him with a puzzling glance. Her hair is in a businesslike bun at the back of her neck, and her brown eyes look at him over her studious glasses. He wants to take off her glasses and loosen her hair to let it flow while removing her clothing. She is quite breathtaking underneath the business attire. It is warm and dark in the mechanical room, and although a clean room, still a nasty, manly place. Sexy. Hot. God how he wishes he could take her right there. Nobody would know, nobody would hear, and there are plenty of dark corners to fuck her in. She understands I believe, especially after glancing down at his crotch. She looks back up at him with a knowing look, and seems to relax. He could see her breasts move with her quickened breath and she glances at him a few seconds longer. Then she smiles. Oh yeah, he thinks she wants him too. This was confirmed when she grabbed his growing cock and planted a kiss on his shocked lips. Her tongue shot in his mouth and her hips were pressing against his. Before he knew it she had leaned them both against the wall. You could barely hear her slight, breathless moans over the whistling and rumbling of the equipment, but he could sure feel her. "Do you like the view Ben? I bet you want to see more," her voice is hoarse as she finally lets go of his cock. He could not find his voice so he nodded his head in response. His mouth was permanently open now, and he so wanted to free his rock hard dick. "Come on," she says, "I'm going to show you a surprise," as she winks at him. They hop back in the electric car and go to the west part of campus. They start moving through the Arts Building. She knows her way. Her steps seem to speed up and he purposely walks behind her so he can take in the view. After a few more twists and turns through the hallways, they end up on an elevator. Once inside she bends down, unzips his pants, and takes his cock in her mouth. "Oh hell," he manages to say in a shaky voice as his head rests against the elevator door. Her hot breath falls on his balls as she tries to breathe with his cock buried to the hilt in her throat. She moves her wet mouth all the way to the end and looks at him, then sucks his length again to the base. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh God yeah," he moans after each inch. He wraps his hands around her head and pushes his cock further into her throat. His hips push forward and backward and he fucks those lips, those sweet beautiful lips. Each time her mouth makes slurping sounds, and his large head is hitting the back of her throat. They both slightly jump when the elevator stops and the door starts to open. She stands up and wipes her lips with her left hand and he quickly zips his pants. They end up on a small roof access ledge. Here there are metal grating stairs leading upward. He follows her like a panting puppy, each stair making her ass swish in his face. It seems she is exaggerating her hips from side to side and she removes the band containing her hair. The long brown mass falls to her curved lower back. She looks back at him with a naughty glance and he notices she had removed her glasses. After the final step he removes his eyes from her ass and sees they are standing on the wide span of roof. A green roof. Small seedums of plants are spaced perfectly all along the top. Although interesting, his priority had switched long ago to fucking her, his article can wait. They walk the maze of mini sidewalks for viewing the green roof and end up at a bench placed in the middle. The wooden bench was not wide and not very tall either. The day was turning to dusk and he could see the beginning of the stars lighting in the sky. He was perched on top of a ten-story building, his cock was hard, and his gut was tingling with the thought of what was about to happen. "Lay down," she whispers. He obeys and lies lengthwise on the bench with his feet still touching the roof. She lifts her skirt over her long beautiful legs, and his suspicions were confirmed. No panties. She begins to straddle the bench, and him, and he attempts to undo his pants again. "No, not yet," she says as she straddles his face instead. She lowers her throbbing pussy on his mouth, and he gladly starts eating her. He licks her swollen clit and sticks his tongue inside of her. He licks and enters, licks and enters. Her quiet moans begin to fill the darkening night air and her hips are moving in cadence with his tongue. He places his hands on her glorious ass and up to her lower back and he continues to lick and enter with a curling, firm tongue. Her juices are flowing onto his chin, and she moves almost liquidly while gracefully grinding herself on his face. Unknowing to the pair, a professor sees them from his office window in an adjoining building. He is working late on a research grant project and just happened to look up from his computer to see them gallivanting on the roof. As he gets up and closes and locks his door, a song pops into his head from his own partying college days in the bars. He mutters to himself, "the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire, we don't need no water let the motherfucker burn..." The intrigued, and now horny, professor stands at his window to get a closer look and he thinks the woman sees him from the corner of her eye, but she is too busy to pay much attention. However, she looks right at him yet again as she is straddling the guy's face and smiles. Oh yeah, he thinks, she knows I'm here and watching. Kate is beginning to get in a frenzy and Ben looks up over the curves of her breasts and sees she is smiling. She is fucking his face in short motions and her moans are getting louder and louder. She seems to be looking at something but he doesn't care, his large cock is straining against his pants and all he wants to do is fuck her hot pussy. "Was that pussy good baby?" she asks, as she moves down the bench. Ben can hear his zipper being pulled down and his throbbing cock is finally released from its confines. "Wanna fuck? I wanna fuck you so bad." His cock is standing straight up and she gasps when she sees how large it has grown. She strokes it with her sweating palm a couple of times and looks at it hungrily. Her legs are on either side of the bench and she slowly bends her knees to allow her pussy to touch his head. She lets out a groan from deep in her throat as she allows just his head to push into her. "Oh yeah...oh shit yeah," she says as she suddenly becomes weak. Her head lulls back and her mouth opens letting in gasps of fresh air. She sits all the down on him and screams out with a guttural sound as his cock fills up her pussy with a hard and firm prod. His dick easily slides to the hilt and he can't believe the time is finally here. Her muscles squeeze, squeeze, and squeeze him, so fucking wet, so fucking hot. He bucks his hips upward and she becomes slightly off balance and grabs his chest to steady herself. She begins to grind him, slowly at first, grind grind grind. Each movement is sliding the bench an inch off its mark. Her body tenses and jerks, then becomes soft and fluid, her hips moving against him in round and round motions. She can barely keep her head lifted enough to see the man in the window staring at her. She can hardly stand it, fucking this hard ass dick and seeing the other dick in the window pointing in her direction. The professor is stroking his own cock, up and down, up and down, and his own breathing speeds up. God she is hot he thinks, and wishes he was the one on the bench. He can feel his own orgasm building up with each jerk of her hips...jerk, and around they go, jerk, and around they go...burn baby burn...let it burn...oh god burn motherfucker burn. Kate moans and groans, Ben's dick striking her deep. It is popping against her sweet spot inside of her when she moves from side to side, front to back, round and round. "Ohhh yeahhh baby...this feels so fucking good...so fucking good," she pants. "I'm gonna cum...oh yeah I'm gonna cum." Jerk, grind, jerk, grind, round and round, her wetness oozing from her hot snatch onto Ben's groin. Grind, grind, grind. She is moving quickly now and her back arched to allow complete and full entry. She glances at the man in the window and back down at Ben and realizes she will explode soon. "Oh...oh...oh...oh...yeah...oh yeah," she squeals, her voice getting higher and higher, her entire body shivering as chill bumps cascade down the back of her head to her toes, the wave of pleasure building to its peak in her stomach. The professor is chanting "burn...burn...burn...burn" as his own hips match hers, and he can almost feel her wrapping around him, her swollen lips closed down on his own cock. Ben grunts as he slams his cock into her, slam, slam, slam. "Ohhh fuckkk me baby...oh goddamn fuck me, fuck me, yes, harder, oh yes, harder," as he continues to slam, slam, slam. Ben grabs her thighs as his hot cum squirts into her, and his orgasm comes in waves. "OHHH," she screams as she feels Ben's hot liquid being pumped into her. That is all it took, his cum was bringing her to her peak, and she arches her back one final time and her toes curl as her pussy contracts in orgasm against his dick. The waves of her own orgasm make her stomach feel like it is coiling against him. She looks up one final time to see the professor thrust his hips forward and cum into his hand. As he was trying to catch his breath, the professor thinks "how in the hell did I get so lucky?" The Roofers The phone rang. I knew it had to be either Rachael or my broker. They were the only two people with the number to my private line. In either case, the timing was awful. I was sitting across the table from the people from the investment banker's office. The subject we were discussing was taking my company public. Everything had been prepared for a perfect meeting. Now, a call on the private line. If it was from my broker, I was undoubtedly in trouble. Not the kind of trouble I needed at this very moment. It rang a second time. I waited. Then a third ring. I had no choice but to answer it. "Excuse, me." I apologized to the three people sitting in front of me and reached for the phone. "Blaine here." I answered. "Patrick? Sorry to bother you but I needed to ask you something." It was wife, Rachael. I was a bit relieved. "I'm sorry, Rachael, but I'm in a meeting right now. May I call you back in about an hour?" "No. What kind of meeting is more important than answering one question for me? I don't call you unless I need something. Can't you spare me just a moment?" I knew it would be easier to answer her question that to protest. I caved in quickly. "Sure, darling. What do you need?" "Well, Patrick, you remember our deal? I mean about me not doing it with anyone unless you said I could?" "Yes, I remember." How could I forget, I asked myself. The deal she was referring to was my solution to her lack of ability to turn down any good-looking guy. She was a wonderful wife, and a great lover…but she just can't say no. Finally, after ten years of marriage, we had settled on a compromise. She could fuck other men, but she had to ask me about it first. If I said she could, it was all right, and she'd tell me all the details about it when I got home. Often she would let me watch and sometimes, if the mood hit us just right, I'd join in. But if I said no, well, she fucked them anyway but never told me about it. I know that sounds like a silly game…but it's worked well for the last seven years. She gets a strange cock every so often, I get my perversions fed and some lucky bastard gets the fuck of his life. But today was not a day I could play the game. Not now, now with these three people sitting across from me, inspecting me, as it were, inspecting me and my company for any flaws, anything that might make us less than a perfect fit for their plans. "I'm sorry, dear. But I'm very busy right now. Could I get back to you on that in about an hour?" "No, Patrick, I need to know now. Please…he's so damn cute…and he's young and I know he's going to be a great fuck. He's only going to be here for the next half hour. He's the guy you called to inspect the roof. Please? Can I fuck him? Please…I'll do anything you want if you'll let me have him in my hot little…" She didn't need to finish her sentence. If I didn't have enough on my mind right now, the image of Rachael fucking some young stud…putting his cock in her "hot little pussy" or "hot little mouth", was more distraction than I could deal with. "No. I don't think that's a good idea. But I'll think about it and get back to you." "No. Don't hang up. I swear to you I'll call back if you do. Now I need to know right now. And I won't take "no" for an answer. Please let me fuck him. If you do, I'll let you fuck me in the ass tonight. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You like my tight, hot ass. Please can I fuck him?" What's the use, I thought. If I said no, she'd just do it anyway. Besides, my prick was now starting to do the thinking on this matter. I was already hard just from her voice, from her choice of vocabulary. Yeah, what the hell, I wanted her to be hot for me tonight, and this was a sure-fired ticket to a great night in Rachael World. "Okay, but remember to make good notes. I'll need to know how you meeting goes down." "Oh, baby…I'll tell you everything. I'll tell you exactly how good he is. In fact, wait just a second." "Rachael…" but it was too late. I wanted to tell her I had to go, that I was in the middle of a very important meeting, but before I could get the words out of my mouth I heard her speak again. But this time, not to me. "He said, 'Yes". Ram me with that thing." And I heard the unmistakable sound of my wife's breathing change as she was being fucked. It hit me like a face full of cold Montana wind. He had been there from the beginning of the phone call; she must have called me from her bed, our bed. She must have already been naked, must have already been laying on her back, must have already had her legs spread apart, her knees pulled up. Her pussy must have already been wet, and her lover must have already been on the bed with her. His hard dick must have been poised at the entrance of her cunt, stroking up and down over the lips of her pussy, and she must have told him to wait. She must have dialed the phone in that position and he must have heard everything she said to me. Because the minute she said, "yes", he pushed his hard cock into her. He was fucking her from that moment on, and was still fucking her while I held the phone to my ear, listening…listening to a sound I'd heard so many times over the last decade and a half. I listened as she moaned…as she cursed…as she urged him on. I wasn't listening, no, I was mesmerized. I couldn't have hung up the phone if my very life depended on that act at that moment. I listened as I heard my wife tell this stranger, "Yes…fuck me. Pound that giant cock into me. Oh, baby…that's so good. And it's so big! You're twice the size my husband is. His cock is so tiny…and yours is so huge! Yes…Fuck me. I need your cock so much! "That's it baby…fuck me. Oh, yeah…like that. I had to tell my husband he could fuck my ass tonight because I wanted your cock in my pussy so badly. Yeah…that's it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, baby…you're so much more a man than he is. No…don't pull it out. No…I want it. Put it back. Wait…what…wait…No! I can't take that cock in my ass. It'll kill me. I can't do that…stop…stop…." But apparently, he didn't stop. He had apparently flipped her over and was sticking his dick in my wife's ass. She loved it when I that to her, but only on special occasions…and only because, as you can tell from her statements, my cock isn't really very big. In fact, compared to most of her lovers…it's actually quite small. But now I was listening to a man fuck my wife's ass…and in a few moments her protests turned to excitement. I heard her voice again. "Yes…okay. I feel it in me. I feel your cock in my ass. God, it's huge. I've never been fucked there with anything near that big. Go gently. Wait…please…okay…slowly, put it all back in. Yes! Oh, yes. Fuck me there. Fuck me in my ass. Give it to me. Fuck me harder…harder…oh, my husband can't begin to touch me that deep!" I knew I should hang up the phone. I hadn't said a word since she began fucking him. Two or three minutes have already passed as I held the phone silently in my hand, pressing it against my ear. My own cock was fully erect…stiff beyond belief at that point. I was vaguely aware of the two men and one woman sitting across from me…but I couldn't do anything about them. Right now, I was only aware of what my wife must look like at that moment. I could vividly see in my mind's eye how she looked, her beautiful face on the mattress, her mid section being pulled upward, off the mattress, her ass being plowed by this stranger's cock. I could see her perfect 36 DD breasts swaying under her, her bullet hard nipples probably rubbing against the sheets as this faceless, nameless stranger had his way with my wife's body. His cock was sawing in and out of my Rachael's perfect ass…moments ago it had been plunging into her very tight pussy, and I could envision the invasion of her body. I could visualize her red hair starting to get matted with sweat as her lover plunged in and out of her ass. I could see her rump rising to meet his every thrust…and my own cock was throbbing…throbbing… Then I heard her come. There was no mistaking that cry of passion I'd heard so many times over the years. First I could hear her begin the chant…"Yes…yes…yes…oh, YES!!!!. Then I heard her scream out in abandon. I heard her scream so loudly I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, lest some of the sound escape the earpiece and make its way across the desk to my visitor's ears. What would they think of my whore wife then? Then I heard her breathing again, and she was talking to me now. "I have to go. His helper has been at the door watching…and I have to fuck him now, too." And then silence. She'd hung up the phone on her end. I still had mine pressed into my ear. The pressure pained my ear. I mumbled something and returned the phone to its cradle. My breathing was ragged, too, as if I'd been the one fucking her…or being fucked. But my own erection was subsiding. Of course it was. I'd come in my trousers as I listened to my wife being fucked. Reality came back to me. I looked across the desk at the three people sitting there. Did they know? Could they have heard her when she reached her orgasm? I smiled feebly. "My wife," I said to the trio, as if that would explain everything. "Is she alright?" The first banker asked me. "Yes. Just a question about the roofers. You know how they love to take advantage of housewives. Now, where were we?" It didn't matter where "we" were. I might have been physically in the office with them…but my mind was eight miles away. Centered inside my bedroom. The call was the hottest thing that happened to me in months. Next time, I resolved, next time, I'll remember the speaker phone option on my receiver. The Roofie-Queen Let me tell you how I became the "Roofie-Queen". It was during my first semester at the university. I was a law student and, because the college was pretty much at the other end of the country from where I came from, I didn't know anyone there. I didn't even have a roommate at the on-campus dorm. I guess it was kind of a slow year, so the dorms weren't packed. All that made me a bit lonely, so I decided that I should try to go out to some parties. Even if it meant going there alone. I was hoping to meet some nice people. That's why I found myself roaming the campus on a Friday afternoon to look at the various message boards, to see whether there would be any interesting parties that weekend. I was looking at the colorful notes and flyers on a message board. There seemed to be several meetings of book or chess clubs and even an announcement of a nude drawing course that kind of peaked my interest. But those clubs were obviously for existing members only – plus totally boring! And the drawing course would have cost an admission fee. "Hey Gorgeous! You looking for some fun?" I almost shrieked. I had totally not seen the tall athletic guy standing near the message board. He had slowly – and silently – come closer to me. And when he spoke he was directly beside me. "Oh my god, you startled me. I hadn't seen you there", I said. "I'm sorry! So, are you?" "Am I what?" He said, "Are you looking for fun? Cause it looks like it." He smiled at me. "Well maybe," I answered. "I'm new here and I don't really know anybody. So I thought I'd look for some parties to meet people." "That's a great idea", he exclaimed. "And you've come to the right place. Here!" He held a pink flyer towards me. Only now did I notice that he was holding a whole stack of these flyers in his arm. I took the proffered paper and glanced at it. "Epsilon Zeta Gamma Friday Night Frat House Party" It also showed a picture of a beer keg, the silhouette of a two dancing women and some symbolical music notes. Obviously a lively party with booze, loud music and maybe strippers? "Are those strippers?" I asked. "No!" he said. "Just some people dancing and having fun. So, are you going to be there?" I looked at the flyer again. On the bottom it stated the address of the mentioned frat house. And although I didn't really know my way around town yet, I recognized the street, because it happened to be very close to my dorm. While the dormitories where all on-campus, this address was just off-campus. It was only a stone's throw away, though. But it meant that school rules didn't apply. It was a private building that would be hosting a private party. I wasn't so sure about this. So I said, "Well, I don't know. I'm only 19, so I can't drink any alcohol. But it seems that booze is one of the major points of this party. Aren't there any nice get-togethers anywhere without all that drinking?" "What would be the fun in that?" he asked. "Listen, Sweet Pea, this is a private party on private property. Plus, it's kind of an institution at this college. Every Friday night, all the cool people come together there to have a blast. And no one messes with us, so we can do pretty much anything we want. Including letting the school's fresh meat have some fun, too. So don't you worry, dear! You don't have to drink... much. But if you want to, no one's going to say anything against it." "Well, I'll think about it", I said. "I'm Trevor, by the way", he replied, holding out his hand. "Julie", I said, shaking his hand awkwardly. "Looking forward to seeing you tonight!" he shouted, as he already walked briskly away. *** I went back to my dorm room and locked the door. I sat down on my bed and looked at the flyer again. Well, it looked like a typical party, the kind you would practically expect any respectable or unrespectable fraternity to host. The question was, would this one be the former or the latter? I laid the flyer aside and went about reading some texts for one of my classes. I would decide later, whether or not I would go to that party. There still was a lot of time. So I was kind of shocked, when I looked at my watch and realized that it was already pretty late. The party would have started an hour ago! Almost panicked, I began to grab some clothes out of my closet, trying to decide what to wear. It was only when I was holding various blouses against my body and looking in the full length mirror, when I realized that I had obviously subconsciously decided to actually go to the party. So why not? It could be fun, right? And I don't have to drink alcohol. I can have fun without it! I selected a nice white blouse, some denim shorts and some rather flat heeled but very comfortable black shoes. Underneath I wore regular white panties with matching bra. Nothing fancy. I mean, I was going out to meet new people, not to go on a date or anything. With only a minimum of light makeup I looked at myself in the mirror. Not to brag about myself, but I do have to say I looked sexy yet innocent. With a last look at the flyer, to make sure I remembered the address correctly, I left my dorm. The frat house was only five minutes away by foot. I could hear the loud music before I even left the campus grounds. But that made finding the location really easy. It was a big house. Old but in good shape. And there were people everywhere around it. They were drinking and laughing, dancing and hollering. It was quiet some chaos! The front door of the house was standing open and people where going in and out all the time. I walked onto the fenced property and pushed through the crowd towards the front door. Inside it was even more crowded and a lot louder. The air was hot and smoke filled, although most people actually went outside to smoke. I was almost impressed by that. A second after I came into the house, someone had already pushed a plastic cup with beer into my hand. I didn't even see who it was. I walked further into the spacious foyer and started looking for a place where I could put the cup down. I wasn't going to drink it! "Cheers!" someone toasted towards me with his cup. And I just smiled and put the cup to my lips, pretending to drink. I kept walking – or rather crawling – through the house. It was almost impossible to get through the masses of people. How would I ever get to know anyone here? With this noise and so many people it was practically impossible to have a real conversation. Finally I found a little side table where I put my plastic cup. I turned around and started back towards the front door. I had decided to leave. This wasn't for me. "Hey, Julie! Great you could come!" I looked around, and a few feet in front of me stood Trevor. He smiled like a Cheshire cat and made his way over to me. "Here, have something to wet your throat. It's pretty hot in here, isn't it?" With that he handed me another one of those darned plastic cups. "I don't want to drink", I said. "What?" he shouted. "I said, I don't want to drink!" Shouting was the only way to communicate. "Ow come on! Don't be like that. Just one drink!" He held his own beer to his mouth and nodded encouragingly at me. I thought I'd just sip once to get him out of my hair. So I took a small sip of the beer. It was nothing special, but I didn't really like the taste of it. "Julie, come on. No pretend-drinking!" he shouted into my ear, coming closer towards me to do so. He put his left arm around me and drank from his plastic cup. Then he toasted me with it and smiled encouragingly. I didn't like this situation one bit. Him touching me like that and expecting me to drink. But I thought that he would maybe leave me alone, if I did what he wanted. So I took a bigger sip from my cup and another one. He smiled and spoke again directly into my ear. "That's more like it. Come on, drink up! I want to show you the place." I started to protest, but he just pushed the plastic cup towards my face. So I took another swallow and another and finally emptied the cup. He took it out of my hand and threw it onto the small table. Then he steered me with his arm through the crowd towards the back of the house. We passed a kitchen. There were several beer kegs in the large room and people where filling plastic cups with beer but also with stronger drinks. Trevor grabbed two already filled cups of beer and handed one to me. "No", I said, but he already steered me out of the kitchen again. He kept pushing me through the masses of people, showing me parts of the house. It would have been a nice sight, hadn't there been so much folk everywhere. Every once in a while Trevor would lift his cup of beer to his lips and nod at me. And every time I relented and drank from mine. I could already feel it work, even though I think it wasn't even very strong beer. When I started to get a little lightheaded I asked Trevor if I could sit down for a minute. He guided me into a big living room where most of the furniture had been moved to the sides. Only a big sofa and a couple of easy chairs where standing in the middle of the room. There wasn't really any place left to sit on them, though. But Trevor just walked straight towards the sofa and motioned some guys sitting there to leave. Which they immediately did. We both sat down and I felt myself relax a little. Somehow I was pretty tired and I only almost managed to stifle a yawn. Next to my other side sat a couple making out. They were kissing each other with a passion, not caring at all if anyone was watching or not. Trevor moved over a little bit towards me. He tried to get closer with his face and I registered his intention. My mind was kind of sluggish. I only managed to bring up my hands to hold him off when he had almost reached my lips. "No, Trevor", I moaned. But the strength left my arms and I was barely able to hold him off. I doubt I could have really resisted him if he had forced himself onto me. I had the feeling as if it was getting darker in the room. I yawned again and my eyes fell closed for a second. I couldn't believe how tired I was all of a sudden. I hadn't even studied that much today. So why was I so tired? I looked at my watch, but it was very difficult to read it. It was just so dark in the room and my vision started to blur a bit. I could barely make out the watch hands. It wasn't even that late yet, so where did this fatigue come from? "I want to go home! I'm tired", I whispered at Trevor's ear. That was the last thing I remembered. *** When I opened my eyes again, I was somewhere else. It was quiet around me, so I wasn't at the party anymore. But I wasn't in my dorm room either. I was lying on a bed inside a big room with beautiful wood paneling on the walls and the ceiling. Through the curtains on the windows came bright sunlight. I must have fallen asleep and slept through the rest of the night! The furnishings of the room looked similar to those I had seen last night at the party. So I guessed that I was still in the frat house. I moved a little. That's when I felt the pain. I hadn't noticed it when I was lying still, but whenever I moved a part of my body I felt a dull ache. It wasn't too bad, but I wondered where this pain came from. I looked down the length of my body and removed the simple bedspread covering me. I yelped surprised. I was completely naked! My tits were bruised and when I sat up painfully, I could see that my pussy was of an angry red color. Some white crust covered my skin pretty much everywhere I looked. And when I inspected my pussy a little closer, I saw some white goo seeping out of it. My mind was still half asleep, I think, because I couldn't really understand what had happened. I yawned again. And now I noticed not only that my throat was pretty sore, too, but also that there was a very strange taste lingering in my mouth. I had never tasted anything like it. It was rather awful. I looked around and saw an open door leading to a bathroom. Gingerly I moved to stand up from the bed. My ass hurt pretty much when I sat on it. And when I finally managed to get up, a rather manly fart escaped my bowels. Fresh goo ran down my legs. I bent down a little to take a closer look and saw that goo was running out of both my holes. I shuddered. My sleepy mind was very slowly beginning to connect the dots and figure out what must have happened. It wasn't quite there yet. I padded slowly into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. When I looked into the bathroom mirror I couldn't believe what I saw. My face was crusted over thickly with this white crust I had all over me. I had a split lower lip and my hair was a mess. It stood off at chaotic angles and white stuff was drying in it everywhere. The human mind is a strange thing. When I saw my hairstyle like that, suddenly my mind flashed to a scene in a popular comedy movie, where a woman had mistaken some goo for hair gel and promptly smeared it into her own hair, styling it in a wild cowlick. The audience knew that it was sperm, though. And suddenly I knew, too. It was sperm! I was covered from head to toe in drying, crusted semen. And the bad taste in my mouth? I sniffed at my crusted right arm. Sure enough, it smelled similar to what the taste was in my mouth. Finally my mind was fully awake. I took in my looks in the tall mirror. Covered in cum. Tits, pussy and ass bruised and red. The taste of semen in my mouth. No doubt, I had been raped. Raped! No, not just raped, gang raped! By the looks of it, a really huge number of guys must have fucked me all night long in all my holes. And they had cum everywhere! Even inside my pussy and my ass. Condoms? No, Sir! They had raped me repeatedly and had shot their sperm inside my cunt without concern for me. I panicked at that thought. I mean I could get pregnant! Worse, I could have caught a disease! I couldn't believe that something like this could have happened to me. And I couldn't even remember a thing! One moment I sat on the couch in the living room of the frat house. The next moment I wake up as a used cum receptacle. Sore all over without having at least had a bit of pleasure from the fucking. *** The shower in the bathroom was very welcome and as I stepped into the hot water, I started to feel a bit better. I turned it even hotter, almost scalding, and rubbed the sperm crust off my skin. I washed my hair and sprayed water into my mouth, trying to get rid of the taste. I aimed the water at my pussy and watched the cum get flushed out of my vagina. I even tried to stick the shower head into my cunt a bit to really get all the sperm out. Next I tried to wash out my ass similarly. Of course I couldn't get the shower head inside, but I turned the water pressure up as much as possible and aimed the hot spray at my asshole. When I contracted my bowels a bit trying to push their contents out, a huge flood of spunk flowed out and ran down the shower drain. After I had washed all of my body at least three times, I finally stepped out of the shower. I found a towel to dry myself off and went back into the bedroom I had woken up in. I started to sit down on the bed, when I noticed that the sheets where wet and sticky from all the cum. So I quickly jumped back from the bed before touching it. In a corner of the room stood a single chair, so I walked over to it. That was when I noticed my clothes neatly folded on top of the chair. I quickly grabbed them; sorted through them. They were all there: My denim pants, my white blouse, my modest white bra and my black flat shoes. Wait! All there? No, my panties were missing. I looked around, but it didn't look like they were anywhere in this room. I guessed someone must have taken them as a souvenir. Probably Trevor, I thought. Trevor! That bastard! He must have spiked my drink. No wonder he kept insisting that I drink it! He had invited me to the party and when I actually showed up he came directly for me with a spiked drink and making sure I drank it. It was a setup from the start! I felt so stupid. But what should I do now? I couldn't really proof that Trevor was responsible. I didn't even know if my drink really had been spiked. Maybe I just don't tolerate alcohol very well. I guessed I could find out if I were to go to a hospital to get checked out. But I had already washed away most of the other evidence of tonight's activities. Some parts of my body where still bruised, but would that be enough proof if I decided to go to the police and report a sex assault? Did I even want to report it? I mean, the pain and shock of waking up like this was pretty awful. But having to relive whatever I could remember by telling some strangers at the precinct about it seemed even worse. I sat on the chair for a while thinking through my options. They were not very positive! I decided that the first thing I should do is leave this place. Get out of this house and go back to my dorm room. That sounded like a plan! Well, not a real plan, but it was the right thing to do at that moment. I stood up and walked to the second door in the room. Very carefully I pushed down the door handle and slowly opened the door just a little bit. I looked outside into the corridor. At the end of the long hallway I could see the stairs leading down towards the spacious foyer. The hall was empty. So I silently tiptoed to the stairs and stopped. I looked down to see whether someone was downstairs. I couldn't see anybody. Very carefully, so as not to make any sound, I took step after step down the stairs. I kept looking in all directions while I did. When I was finally in the foyer I looked around again. No one was in sight. All those many people that had been here last night, filling up the house to burst, where gone now. As if they had been swallowed up by the ground. I kind of wished that was actually the case! I stepped towards the front door, which was closed now. Carefully I pressed the handle. It made a slight creaking noise. To me it sounded like the engine of a starting jet plane! I froze. I looked around frantically, but I only saw the junk left from the party all over the place. Empty plastic cups where everywhere. I turned back towards the door and resumed my gentle pushing of the door handle. "Julie!" I twitched. And I froze again. "Hey, you were great last night", the guy said. He had come out of the living room, where he probably had slept until a second ago. I had never seen him before, but from his words I gathered that he had seen me, though. Well, probably more than "seen". He was a big guy. At least six foot tall and muscular. Not unlike Trevor, I thought. Under different circumstances I might have actually like either of them. I thought about pouncing on him and relieving my pent up anger. But he probably would have had no trouble just holding me at arm's length. So I decided that the best course of action would be to just leave as quickly as possible. I started turning back towards the door. "Come back any time you want! You were a big hit!" he said and smiled. A very friendly smile. I was confused. He looked like he really meant it. As if he thought that I had "entertained" him and his buddies of my own free will. And he seemed genuinely thankful and happy about that. I didn't say a word. I just opened the door, no longer concerned about the noise. Then I practically ran outside, along the path toward the small gate in the fence and out onto the sidewalk. No one stopped me. I ran and ran all the way back to the dormitory. I ran up the stairs to the third floor, down the corridor to my room. I momentarily panicked wondering if my keys were still in my pants' pockets. But when I found them where they were supposed to be, I sighed with relief. I opened my door, went inside, slamming the door shut and fell onto my bed. The Roofie-Queen Lying on my back and staring at the ceiling, I thought about what had happened. I felt strangely numb about all this. As if it had happened to someone else. The thoughts about the events of the last few hours ran through my head over and over again. Until I fell asleep from exhaustion. I woke up later that afternoon. I was very hungry, so I decided to go get something to eat. When I walked toward the student union and the campus cafeteria, I was surprised that I had actually managed to leave my room. I would have thought that I would be too afraid to ever go outside again, but somehow I must have forgotten to be afraid. Having chosen something to eat, I sat down at an empty table. While I devoured my food, I noticed some guys at another table talking. "I heard there was a girl at the party who would fuck anyone. Anyone at all!" one of them said. "Dude!" the other guy answered dumbly. "She just let them?" "Yeah, I mean it was the biggest gang bang ever!! This little slut probably took more than fifty guys in all of her holes. Bareback!" "Bareback?" The "smart" one said. "You mean she let herself be knocked up by total strangers?" "Well, I bet she got knocked up. I heard, there was so much cum she was practically encrusted with the stuff. All over! And huge rivers of cum flowed out of her cunt and ass. She also must have swallowed a couple of gallons of cum. The slut!" I was blushing furiously. My head must have been fire engine red. I listened to them talk and it was totally clear to me that they were talking about me. It seems, they both hadn't been to the party, though. Otherwise they probably would have recognized me already. They kept talking about the "cum slut" and where saying how they wished to have been there. They were both planning on going to the next party, which would probably be the next Friday. When they stood up from their table and left the cafeteria, I was still blushing. I was wondering how they had heard about what had happened. And so soon! That must have probably meant that almost the whole school knew about my crazy night. And they seemed to think that I wanted it to happen! *** I tried to subdue my thoughts about that night by studying real hard. I kept reading my law books until late at night until I was so tired that I fell asleep immediately. I kept this up all of the next week. And it worked pretty well. From time to time I would hear talk at neighboring tables in the cafeteria about the "cum slut". I still blushed most of the times, but somehow I also got a little excited. Why? What was wrong with me? I had been raped – no, gang raped! And yet here I was, getting excited by some guys talking in awe about the slut who had let fifty guys fuck her any way they liked. The number actually varied from time to time. Seems the guys spreading the rumors about me couldn't really agree on a fixed number. I had heard some guys talk about 50 people. Another group of guys thought it was more like 80 fucks I had had. And I even once heard some girls talk about the "Friday night cum slut". They were mostly disgusted about such a slut of a woman. But I thought I could also hear a bit of awe in their voices. Somehow they had heard the number 100! I could hardly believe that one hundred men had fucked me that night. But come to think about it, the party had been very crowded. At least 500 people had been there – men and women, but mostly men. And to think that "only 50" of the guys would go for some free pussy seemed a bit unrealistic. "So you really think that she did it of her own free will?" one of the girls had said. "Well, I don't know. I can't believe any woman would do that", another answered. "Maybe she was roofied", mumbled the third. "Roofied?" both of the other women asked in unison. "Yeah, you know? Rohypnol", the third woman answered. "What is that?" asked the first one. "It's a date-rape-drug, I've heard", woman number three explained. "Guys mix it in your drink. You get drowsy and fall asleep. Or you get really, really malleable and pretty much do anything anybody asks of you..." "Like fuck a hundred guys bareback!" the second one interjected. "Exactly! But the kicker is: when you wake up or come to later, you don't remember a thing." "Wow shit!" the first girl exclaimed. "Imagine waking up covered with come all over, not knowing what happened." All three girls were quiet for a moment. Imagining themselves in my situation, I guessed. "That's fucked up!" the second girl said. The other two nodded their agreement. They soon left, but I kept going through their conversation in my head over and over. *** On Friday night I stayed in my dorm room with my door locked. I stayed in bed all evening and night. I couldn't sleep at all, though. I kept tossing and turning and thinking about the same time last week. I couldn't believe how much I kept thinking about that fateful night. The next day I had my period. I was immensely relieved. It was actually some kind of miracle. Though I was kind of surprised at myself that I hadn't bothered to think much about this all week. I could have been pregnant! I should have gone to the doctor right the next day to get the morning-after-pill. Even if I didn't plan to go to the police or a hospital, I could have at least made up a story why I needed that pill. But I didn't. I did not get the pill; I did not even get started on the regular pill. All week the sperm that I had taken inside my pussy (that had been forced into my pussy, I should say) had had the good chance of knocking me up. And I barely even wasted a thought about it. Unbelievable. I mean, I certainly didn't want to get pregnant. Especially not by a total stranger! So why had I neglected all these thoughts? I remembered listening to those guys last Saturday, how awed they were that the "slut" would let strangers fuck her bareback; let them cum inside her unprotected cunt. The thought of that excited me. Back then and now again. This was crazy! I needed to get on the pill, and soon! I made an appointment with my doctor the same day and had him write me a prescription. I went to the drug store to buy the pills. On the way towards the store I noticed a shady looking guy leaning against a wall in a long black coat, smoking a cigarette. When I came back from the drug store he was still there. I stopped and looked at him. "What'ya need, Honey?" he asked. "Do you have roofies?" I asked him. What? Why would I do that? Am I going crazy? He smiled at me. "Who you wanna date-rape, babe?" "No one", I said innocently. "I just don't sleep well lately. So, do you have any?" Why so eager? "Sure, Sweet Cheeks!" He told me a price. It was quiet expensive, but I watched my hands – as if they were a stranger's – as I paid him the amount. He gave me a small plastic bag with a couple of tablets inside. "Have fun!" he said, winking at me. I quickly walked away. *** Back in my room I questioned my sanity again. Why the hell had I just done that? What would I need this drug for? Revenge? Or – I shuddered to think about this – a repeat performance? Insane! All week I kept staring at the small bag of pills. I fetched the bag out of my nightstand, laid it on top of it. Then I looked at the bag and felt my pussy get wet. I never really used to masturbate. But all that week, I kept looking at the little bag of pills and masturbated to a very satisfying orgasm. Then I would put the bag away and feel ashamed of myself. Yet, I kept doing it again and again. At least I did start to take the anti baby pill regularly. So next time there wouldn't be the danger of getting pregnant. Next time?! What next time? I wasn't really planning on doing something so stupid, was I? *** Friday night came. I put on the same white blouse, the same denim shorts and the same comfortable black shoes as two weeks before. I skipped the bra and panties, though. Then I got the little plastic bag out of my nightstand and took one of the pills inside. I put the bag back and looked long and hard at the little white pill in my hand. And then I swallowed it quickly. I left my dorm and quickly walked over to the frat house. The party was already in full swing. It was at least as crowded as two weeks ago. Though it seemed as if there were a bit less women but more men there. But I might also have been mistaken about that. It was loud and people were pushing back and forth to get into the house or back out again. No one noticed me slipping through the throng of people into the house. No one noticed me tiptoeing up the stairs to the second floor. No one noticed me entering the bedroom I had been in two weeks ago. The door had been closed before and the room was empty except for the bed and the lonely chair in the corner. I left the door wide open and the light on. Then I lay down on the bed after slipping off my shoes. I already felt very tired and my eyes kept falling shut. *** I woke up lying inside the bathtub in the adjoining bathroom. I was totally naked sitting in the tub that was filled to about a third with a yellowish liquid, streaked with white slime. It stank horribly. My eyes burned a little and my whole body felt sore all over. I climbed out of the tub and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wall. My hair was a mess like last time and my tits and pussy where red again. I tried to push a little and a slow trickle of semen started running down my legs. It wasn't as much as last time, though. Probably because lying in a bathtub full of piss had washed away most of the cum. I didn't have any cum crusts on my body this time. I guessed the guys had carried me to the tub after fucking me raw and had then washed me down with their piss. My stomach felt rather bloated and I had a bitter taste in my mouth. I probably had had to swallow quite a bit of the guys' piss. This thought should have made me sick. But in reality it made me incredibly horny. I went back into the bedroom. It looked pretty much the same as two weeks ago. My clothes were neatly folded on the chair in the corner. The bed sheets were rumpled and seemed very damp. I walked to the bed and lay face down on it. I breathed in deeply, smelling the tangy smell of drying semen. Rolling around on the bed, I spread the cum rests on my body and breathed the smells deeply. I was like a crazed woman. After a while I stood up and went into the bathroom to clean up. But when I walked past the tub full of piss I stopped, bent over and dunked my whole head into the piss. I even opened my mouth and gargled some of the piss then drank it down. I swallowed a couple of mouths full. Then I looked through the medicine cabinet and then in a small cupboard under the sink and found what I was looking for. A large bottle of bath soap. I emptied the bottle into the sink and washed it out. Then I plunged the bottle into the piss and filled it to the brink. Finally I capped the bottle off. Why? So I could drink some more later. Aren't I sick? I showered, though not as intensively as last time. Just so I could dress and walk back home without calling any unnecessary attention to myself. When I was dressed I walked downstairs. This time I didn't try to be extra quiet. I simply walked down the stairs, carrying my bottle of piss. Downstairs I didn't go towards the front door immediately. Instead I wandered around the house seeing if I could find anyone. On the sofa in the living room lay the same guy who had talked to me last time. I went to him and gently shook him awake. When he saw me he smiled broadly. "Hey, Gorgeous! How are you?" he asked sweetly. "I'm great", I said. "I just have one request." "Okay, what is it?" "Next week please don't wash me off at the end." "What do you mean?" He looked slightly confused. "Well, you know", I stammered and blushed slightly. "I want to stay covered in... you know what!" "No, I don't know", he lied, grinning. "You have to spell it out for me." "Okay!" I almost shouted. "I want to stay covered in cum! There, I said it. I want to wake up and I want to be covered from head to toes in cum. I want my cunt and ass overflowing with sperm. I don't care if you piss on me in between the fucking. I don't mind if you make me drink lots of piss. But at the end of it all I want to be cum covered." "Wow", he said quietly. "You really are an unparalleled cum slut! Okay, I'll tell the guys. But you have to promise to be back next week!" "Yes I promise." "Great! Anything else?" he asked. "Maybe one more thing. I filled this bottle with some of the piss from the bathtub." I held the bottle up for him to see. "I'm going to drink it all up when I'm home. But it just isn't the same. I'd much rather have a bottle full of cum waiting for me when I wake up next week." "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "We created a monster." I turned around and walked toward the door. "See you next Friday!" I shouted as I left the house. *** The week was agony. I couldn't wait for Friday to come. At least I had the bottle of piss, so I could sip a bit from time to time. When it was finally time for the party I pretty much repeated last week's preparation. I dressed the same way and I swallowed the little Rohypnol pill before I left my dorm room. The scene at the party was also pretty much like last time. Except this time people did notice me arriving. First there were only a few whispers behind my back. "Look, there is the cum slut", someone would say. When the whispers grew louder, people openly greeted me. They didn't know my name – at least they didn't use my name. They just called me "slut" or "whore" or other such fine names. I didn't care about that. It was probably better if they didn't know my name. Anyways. It got more and more difficult to push through the crowd. Suddenly someone shouted: "Make a hole! Let her through!" It was the guy from the sofa I had talked to last week. What was his name? I don't think he ever told me. He shoved people aside so I could get through to the front door. Then he helped me inside. "So, how do you wanna do this?" he asked. "I want to start like last time. I go upstairs and lie down on the bed. You all wait for at least 15 minutes, maybe a bit more. Then you can come in... and cum in – in me that is." I smiled stupidly at the pun I had made. He laughed a little, though. "Okay, Honey. See you in a bit", he said and gave me a little slap on the ass, as I started walking up the stairs. I sunk down on the bed and almost immediately fell asleep. *** When I woke up it was still dark outside. I was a bit disappointed at that. Had they already tired of me? Didn't they find this exciting anymore? On the wall near the chair was a clock that I hadn't noticed before. It read 6 pm. That can't be, I thought. The party had started at 7 pm and I had gone there at about 8. Maybe the clock was wrong? Then it dawned on me. No, it was dark outside, because it was evening again! I had been knocked out for almost 24 hours! I smacked my lips and registered the semen taste in my mouth. I smiled. The creases in my face crinkled the dried cum that covered my lovely features. The guys had listened to me and followed my wishes. Great! I tried to sit up and felt the delicious dull pain all over my body. I slowly pulled back the bed sheet to reveal my cum covered body. My tits again were red and swollen and... wait, what is this!? I blinked my eyes, because I didn't trust what I thought I saw. I looked again and – sure enough – there were two small silver rings. One in each of my nipples. I gently touched them. It hurt a bit. Then I gingerly pulled on one ring to see, whether it was a clip-on. Nope, it was for real. Someone had pierced my nipples! Now I got kind of nervous. I mean, nipple piercings are kind of okay. I think I actually liked them immediately. But what else might the guys have done to me? I kept pulling the bed sheet away and looked at my white encrusted skin. Suddenly I gasped. I had pulled away the sheet completely and now stared at my love triangle. Where I used to have neatly trimmed pubic hair now was only blank skin. Well, covered with cum, of course. And inside the little triangle that used to be there where some black markings. I bent forward and stared at them. Yes, it was a tattoo. No amount of rubbing could rub it away. It was there to stay. Forever! (Unless I have it lasered off.) In neat and well readable letters my cunt now read: "Fuck me and cum inside" I was totally stunned. And then I thought: I'm going to keep it, though. At least for a while. And a wicked smile spread across my lips. That's when I felt some unusual pain inside my lips. I stood up and went into the bathroom. While I walked, an enormous amount of cum ran down my legs. I practically left a trace of cum droplets all the way from the bed to the bathroom. Oh well, not my problem. In the bathroom I looked in the mirror and more closely examined my new jewelry and "advertisement slogan". Then I remembered the slight pain in my lower lip. I bent towards the mirror and pulled the lower lip down with my fingers. Not possible! I didn't trust my eyes, but when I looked closer it was unmistakable. When my lower lip was pulled down, like I did just then, you could easily read the words "Cum Dump" tattooed there. I shivered all over. Was it from humiliation? Or excitement? I don't know, but somehow the guys had known exactly how to push my (newfound) buttons. The bathtub again was filled with piss to about a third. It stank. I bent forward and touched my lips to the yellow surface. Then I drank deep. After several mouths full I stood back up. Out of the corner of my eyes I thought I saw in my mirror image something on my lower back. I stood in front of the mirror and turned my back towards it but turning my head so I could look at my image. Yes, I had seen something in the mirror. Another tattoo. This one on my lower back, practically a tramp stamp. In the truest sense of the word. Because there on the small of my back stood written in beautiful baroque lettering the word "Please Gang-Fuck my Ass!" My legs buckled and I went down on my knees. I had one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had. Just by looking at that tattoo. I used a comb from the medicine cabinet to straighten out my hair a little. Then I went back into the bedroom. I was planning to just get dressed – still covered in cum as I was – and go home like that. I took my clothes and got dressed. Next to the chair stood a big clear plastic bottle. It was filled to the brim with a grey-white gooey liquid. I opened the bottle and took a sip. Yes! All cum and all mine. Downstairs I was surprised to see that the house was rather full. While everything had been mostly deserted the last few times I had woken up here, this time the house was bustling with people. With guys, to be precise. I guessed they had always still been asleep at my usual time. But now it was much later and the guys were up and about. Someone turned around and saw me. He started to clap his hands, slowly first then faster. Others joined in. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I was getting standing ovations from all the guys. "Hail Julie, the Roofie-Queen", someone shouted. "The Roofie-Queen", the others repeated. *** Well, and that's how it started. On Friday nights I take a roofie – I don't even have to pay for it myself anymore. Then I go to the frat house and lie down in that big bedroom. When I wake up again it's usually either Saturday noon or evening. Sometimes I even woke up and it was Sunday morning already. The guys explained to me that they would just give me another roofie when it looked like I might come out of it. The Roofie-Queen I now have a clit piercing and two new tattoos. One is around my navel. It sort of looks like the inscription of the One Ring, but it really says "I Fuck Anyone – Use all my holes". The other one is on my right shoulder blade and reads "Roofie-Queen". After my standing ovation after the third Friday night roofie party the guys gave me a collection of DVDs. Apparently they had installed cameras in the bedroom after my second party and had filmed my third outing. I rubbed my pussy raw while watching the 20 hours of video they had cut together from this third party. I kept rewatching my favorite parts again and again during the week. I especially liked the parts where I got pierced and tattooed. And I also enjoyed watching as some dude stuck his cock in my ass and pissed inside. Then he pulled out and held a small bucket underneath my ass to collect all the piss that shot out. He then poured the content of the bucket into my wide open mouth and made me swallow. I also liked it when they collected a lot of come from many guys in a beaker. Then they would lay me on my back with the legs and my rump held in the air. Someone would stick a funnel in my pussy and someone else would pour the cum from the beaker into the funnel. Then they would repeat this with my ass and tape both holes shut with duct tape. Like this I would then be walked through the room. After that the duct tape came off and the bucket would be put underneath me to collect all the semen. Finally they made me drink the stuff. Ever since that third party the guys continued filming all the shenanigans. They even had one or two people be actual camera men to film close-ups. Now they are also selling the professionally edited films. I get a big cut of the money which helps immensely with financing my studies. And I do study in earnest. I even get good grades. I moved out of the dorm, though, and live now full time in my special bedroom in the frat house. I let the guys fuck me whenever they like. I don't even knock myself out during the week, because that would be too dangerous. I don't want to die of an overdose. I quite enjoy being fucked while awake, especially when the guys fulfill the request that my tat on my back makes. But from Friday night to sometimes Sunday morning I am Julie, the Roofie-Queen. The Roofing Crew Spring was here and it was raining hard outside. It had been a rough winter so I wasn’t too surprised when the roof started to leak. It wasn’t real bad yet but I knew I had better get it fixed before it caused more damage. I made quite a few phone calls looking around for the best price but I couldn’t find anything low enough for me. I asked everyone I knew if they could recommend someone who was a little cheaper and finally a friend of mine said he just had his roof done by few guys starting a new business. “They were young but did a good job,” he told me, “ and my wife thought they were real nice.” I decided to give them a call and set up a time for them to do an estimate. Steve, the owner came over and checked out the roof the following day. I had to go to work so my wife stayed home to talk to them. She told me she might have shocked him by answering the door in her workout outfit. Her “outfit” consisted of a pair of thong bikini bottoms and a top that barely covered her nipples. Marianne didn’t like to wear a lot of clothes when she worked because it made her too hot. Sometimes she works out with nothing at all on. It is always entertaining to watch. I didn’t mind that she teased the roofing guy just as long as they were going to do our roof. Fortunately he said he could get started on it right away and his crew would be back the next day. Steve and three other guys showed up first thing in the morning and started brining their tools up on the roof. I was in the garage when I noticed all the guys standing by the living room window. They must have stood there a good ten minutes until I came out to see if there was a problem. “Is everything alright?” I asked. One of the workers said, “Oh yeah!” and everyone hustled off to work. I turned around and realized they weren’t just standing there. There, in perfect view, was my wife doing an exercise I can only describe. Her legs wide open as she lifted her ass up and down. The only problem was that she had nothing on and was giving everyone a great show of her pussy. All the guys just grinned at me as I went into the house to scold Marianne. I walked into the living room and stood between her legs looking down. She smiled up at me and I saw her pussy was dripping wet. “So, you knew those guys were looking at you, didn’t you?” Her face turned red and she said, “Hey, I was there first! They just walked up at the wrong time honey. Besides, they shouldn’t have been looking.” “Oh yeah,” I said, “That doesn’t explain why you let them watch you for ten minutes.” Her mouth opened but she had nothing to say. I knelt down and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. I finger fucked her until I just had to taste her then I bent over to lick those inviting looking lips. “Damn she tastes good,” I thought. My face was covered with her juices. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “Lick my clit.” She grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her wet mound. She started cumming as soon as I touched her sensitive clit. “Yes! Faster honey I’m cumming” she screamed. Her legs relaxed their grip on my head as she calmed down. “You know what,” she said, “Those guy were all watching me cum just now. Don’t turn around but they are looking right now!” By now I was horny as hell and didn’t care who was watching. I pulled my pants off and flipped her onto her knees. Her pussy was wide open and I pushed my hard cock into her very slowly. I could hear the workers outside the window and started to work my cock in and out of her hot pussy. Marianne was really turned on from the guys watching her get fucked and started to cum again. She was really going crazy bouncing up off the floor trying to get more cock into her cumming pussy. “Fuck me harder,” she moaned and I kept it up until she stopped cumming. I pulled out and looked at her. “I didn’t realize performing in front of a crowd turned you on so much,” I said, “Maybe I should invite them in here so they can get a better view!” “Mmmm,” she purred, “ Wouldn’t that be something! A whole room full of guys with hard cocks watching me cum!” I thought to myself, “What harm could there be? What’s the difference if they watch her through the glass or stand right here in the living room?” I smiled at my wife and got up and went to the front door. I pulled my pants back on and went outside to talk to the crew. “Did you like the view guys?” I asked “Sorry about that,” one of them said, “We just couldn’t help ourselves.” “It’s really okay,” I assured them, “In fact it turned my wife on so much we were wondering if you guys wanted to come inside and watch. I don’t care if you jerk off but any thing else will be up to how my wife feels.” “We could use a break!” Steve said, “And I don’t mind if you don’t.” A moment later we all marched back into the living room where my wife was still lying on the floor rubbing her fingers in her pussy. I stripped off my pants and guided my 7 1/2 cock into her mouth. She took it down her throat and I could feel her tongue on my balls as my cock hit bottom. I reached down and started playing with her clit and she moaned into my balls. “Damn she’s good!” Steve said and didn’t waste any time as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Marianne looked over to see him stroking his cock just a few feet away and came all over my fingers. She pulled her mouth off my cock and grabbed it with both hands. “I need your cock now!” she urged, and she pushed me down between her legs. I rubbed my fat head in between her pussy lips and teased her with it. She was lifting her ass off the floor so I could ram deep into her but I kept teasing her until she couldn’t take it any more. “Somebody fuck me now! I need it bad!” she screamed I rammed every inch into her and started fucking her as hard as I could. The rest of the guys all had their cocks in their hands stroking them while I fucked Marianne. Steve got bold and came down on his knees next to my wife’s face. He stroked his thick shaft just out of reach of her open lips. Marianne stared up at his cock and licked her lips. “Are you just going to tease me or are you going to let me suck that big thing?” Steve rested his cock on her lips and she sucked him into her mouth. “Yeah baby,” he said, “Swallow my cock you little slut!” That did it. Marianne just loves to be talked to like a cheap slut. She shook and bucked under me as she came. Steve forced himself all the way down her throat and held it there while she thrashed on the floor pinned under both our cocks. I slowed my pace because I didn’t want to cum when there was a room full of horny guys who hadn’t come yet. I guess I thought she would suck them all off while I fucked her. Two more of the guys joined in and each one took a nipple in his mouth. My wife’s nipples are really sensitive and they were torturing her with their tongues. She’s not usually multi-orgasmic but today was a different story. Just as she started cumming again Steve pulled out of her mouth and splashed thick globs of cum all over her face and neck. Watching that cum land all over my wife sent me over the edge. I pulled out and shot cum onto her belly and all over her pussy. She had cum all over her and she started rubbing it in from her pussy to her mouth. She brought her dripping fingers to her lips and sucked each one dry. The last guy finally joined in and took Steve’s place as he fed Marianne his cock. He was a lot smaller than the rest of them but Marianne’s mouth needed a rest after Steve anyway. On the other hand, the guy on her right was hung like a horse! Marianne got up on her knees and grabbed the one with the big cock and looked up at him. “I’m going to fuck you next,” she announced and bent over offering him her wet pussy. Both of the other guys pushed their cocks into her mouth at the same time while that monster worked it’s way into her tight pussy. Her legs melted under her with pleasure as she fucked the huge rod between her legs. She started to cum and couldn’t stop. He kept pounding her over and over again so she was cumming constantly. It was one hell of a sight to see. I stroked my half-hard cock trying to bring it back to life and watched three guys fuck my wife at the same time. It was like a scene out of a porn movie except a whole lot better. The smallest one pulled out and came on the other guys cock and Marianne’s lips. She never stopped as she sucked the cum off the shaft still in her mouth. She reached up and wiped a glob of cum off her chin and licked it off her finger. By now I’m my cock is standing straight out in front of me begging for attention. I could tell the guy in her mouth was about to cum so I stood there stroking myself until he shot his cum down my wife’s throat. he pulled out and rubbed the head on her lips as the last few drops oozed out. “Okay,” I said, “It’s my turn!” I pulled Marianne off the guy behind her and told him to lay down. “Now you can fuck him,” I told her. She straddled him and took his whole length inside her. I held her down on his cock and rubbed pussy juice on her tight asshole. I pushed the head inside and wiped her wetness onto my shaft so it would slide in. Marianne gasped as I pushed in deeper and she just collapsed as we worked our cocks into her. She had never had a cock in her ass and pussy at the same time and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. We bounced her on our cocks and Marianne was almost crying, “Fuck me, oh yeah harder, fuck me!” She screamed and went limp as she came but we kept ramming in and out of her. I could feel the guy in her pussy fill her full of cum. He was starting to shrink when I exploded into my wife’s ass. I pulled out and the cum ran out of her ass and onto the guys balls she was still sitting on. Steve was standing there with his hard cock in his hand. He walked up to Marianne but she shook her head, “I’m exhausted, no more.” She still had a soft cock in her pussy and didn’t have the energy to get off it. “Oh come on,” he pleaded, “I’ll knock five hundred off your bill!” Marianne looked at me with a, “Should I?” look on her face. I gave her an enthusiastic smile and nodded yes. “Okay,” she moaned, “What would you like me to do?” How could she refuse a deal like that? Steve told his crew to pick her up and bounce her up and down on top of him until he filled her full of his cum. The men scooped her up and dropped her right on his cock. He sank all the way into her tight pussy as the guys bounced her on him. She could feel another orgasm coming but she was too tired too do anything about it. Fortunately the guy kept pounding her down onto his cock until she shook uncontrollably. Pussy cum ran down his cock as she squeezed him with each contraction. Steve grunted and bucked up into Marianne as he pumped his cum into her pussy. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard before looking up. “Okay guys,” he said, “Back to work.” They let Marianne go and she slumped onto Steve’s chest. He rolled her onto the floor and smiled, “ Thanks for a great fuck!” He got up, dressed and went back to work. I picked Marianne up and carried her to bed. I figured that after a workout like that she’d be needing lots of sleep. The Rooftop I've a secret. It's something I save for myself, like an after-school treat. If my neighbors ever found out, I'm sure the co-op board would have me booted out of the building, public indecency and all of that. I really don't care; I take the risk -- the risk of the rooftop on the 6th floor. It's especially hot this afternoon, for a January day as well. My wrap dress is clinging tightly to my body, sticking to each and every curve. Tiny beads of sweat form and then slowly trickle down between my breasts. My hair that I'd spent a good ten minutes carefully pinning up this morning, is now coming undone from the bobby pins, falling around my face and neck in wispy strands. The heat of the day, I tell myself, will feel so good on my naked skin, and I cannot wait until I reach the 6th floor. I don't take the elevator today though. As much as I need the release, I know that if I take my time with this, the effects will be powerful, and my body would be relaxed for days. I reach the door at the top of the stairwell, the door that leads directly to the rooftop. My hands are already working at the knot that binds my dress around me, and I push the door open with my body. As I walk outside into the breezy warm air, my dress comes undone like a robe. I let it slip off and pool on the ground at my feet. There's a specific place I go, a length of smooth concrete right on the ledge overlooking the lake, where I can stretch out and let the sun caress me from the inside out. Today, though, is different. There's someone already there, lying in my favorite spot. It's her. The tawny, sensuous woman from the 5th floor, two floors directly above my own. I don't know her name. I've talked to her briefly in passing, about things that either of us could care less about. Small talk about rent and weather. I remember, one evening, catching her in the elevator with her date of the moment. They'd been hungrily kissing each other when I stepped in. She'd opened her jade eyes to look over at me and had smiled at me with them. Right then I had imagined myself in the place of her boyfriend, having her lush lips devouring my own. So she's here, right in my spot, gloriously golden and naked, and I can't help but stare at her supine body. I've always held an envious fascination with women who are statuesque and slender. The women in my family are all pretty much cursed with fair skin, a short stature and overly ripe, curvy bits. I suddenly feel something touching my thigh, and it startles me out of my reverie. The woman's leaning up on an elbow and stroking my thigh. Her free hand is shielding her eyes from the heavy rays of sunshine, her striking eyes meeting mine in a tight lock. I can't move; I'm rooted to the spot as her hand crawls up to the juncture between my thighs. Her fingers deftly move along the damp line of my satin panties, pushing inwards, stroking me so achingly slowly. She sinuously slides off the ledge to stand in front of me. Then she reaches around to unclasp the hooks of my bra, releasing my breasts to the hot, open air. As she tosses my bra aside, I am already stepping out of my panties. I'm now utterly bare to the world, clad in only my high heels and a dreamy smile. I feel her hands dance over my breasts, her fingers sliding and teasing over my nipples. I bring her head, her lips, down to meet my own. She tastes of clover and honeycomb; her lips and tongue are soft and sweet. Her eyes suddenly snap open and glance over my head, just behind me. Those amazing eyes are smiling again, as if she's sharing our secret with someone else, and in my heart I know. I know you're there. I can feel my back against you. She rises up to kiss you with those lips as well, and as she kisses you with that succulent mouth and tongue, I burn with jealousy and longing. It's a strange combination that makes my pulse quicken. I want to hit her and hit you, and yet have you both all at once. I think you sense my mood because your hands reach around me and cup my breasts, squeezing them tenderly. Your lips unlock from our newfound lover's, and you bend to trap the edge of my ear between your teeth. I can feel your prick straining through your trousers, hardening against my lower back as you lick around the shell of my ear. I move my arm behind me to pull down your zipper and reach inside with an eager hand. I then wrap my fingers tightly around your exquisite cock, pulling at it, feeling its silky length. Our friend has suddenly gone down on her knees in front of me, and I know what's she's planning, but I want the three of us as comfortable as we can be on the hard surface of the roof. I gently ease her head away from the valley between my thighs and take the both of you by the hand. I lead you both to the smooth surface of the wide ledge. The woman and I rid you of your clothes, kissing down your body with our tongues and lips. We push you down on the ledge, forcing you to lie down and enjoy. She grasps your solid cock between her plush lips as my tongue licks the underside up and down its length. As she uses her hand to tug at the root of your cock, her mouth swallows you halfway down. She sucks at your core, drawing you up with her pumping hand. Your moan sends a shiver down my back, and I feel wetness trickling from between my thighs. The moment I take your scrotum into my mouth, sucking its tender sac in deeply, you gasp, your body tensing. I let a finger glide up and down the line of your velvety perineum, and your moan is loud. I catch your body's vibrations between my lips, and I suck harder, coaxing you deeply into my mouth. Our friend and I then, instantaneously, lock eyes, and we let you go. You groan at the sudden change of pace and timing, but I know what I'm doing at this very moment. I guide the beautiful woman over to you, so she's kneeling, my arms locked around her. My hands are busy toying with her tiny, firm breasts, playfully teasing her nipples from behind. I allow another hand to move down and stroke her burning, bare pussy, to gently rake a nail over her swollen clit. I tweak it, fiddle it, play it between my fingers, and I feel her body lean hard against mine as a purr runs through her. She spreads herself over you, placing a knee on either side of you and lowers her dripping cunt over your hard cock, stroking her clit against your length before she guides you inside. The two of you moan together and your body draws up to meet her, to bring yourself in deeper into her tight, heated core. I use that moment to let go of the woman from behind and move around the ledge so that my knees are planted on either side of your head, and I am facing the woman. You reach your hands up to spread the hair of my bush and gently pry the puffy, outer lips apart, and I lower myself down further. Your tongue impales me like a tiny, slick, wiggling cock. It teases and strokes, flicking against the inner walls of my already soaking cunt. I pull the woman towards me, and our lips meet in a hot, hungry kiss. I suck at her lips as your tongue slides out of me and darts up and down my outer pussy lips, plunging every so often in between them, and your mouth and tongue are already coated with thick, salty-sweet cream. As the woman moves her pussy rapidly up and down your shaft, drawing you tightly inside of her, you suck my engorged clit hard between your lips and teeth, and I suddenly feel your strong fingers penetrate and drill rapidly into me, matching our new lover's rhythm as she grinds herself against you again and again. She and I suck at each other's mouths, panting and gasping as we climax. My whole body lets go, and I cry out with the sheer force of the orgasm that tears through me. I feel you shudder underneath me, your lips suddenly releasing my clit, and I move up to grant you some much-needed air. I can hear her wetly pulling herself up and off you, her pussy releasing your drained cock with a wet, sucking sound. We untie ourselves from one another and lie in a tangled heap on the ledge, completely spent, panting up at the warm January sun. I move my body over you to greet you properly this time, with a catlike grin and a soft, lingering kiss. I can taste myself, tangy and sugary, on your lips. It's strangely erotic to me in knowing that you've just tongue-fucked me as you were climaxing inside another woman, a woman I'm immensely attracted to and so unbearably envious of all at once -- the act of our mutual lovemaking to you was so perversely intimate that my orgasm had nearly made me lose my balance from the ledge. I suddenly feel a tongue gliding up the curve of my lower back. The woman kisses me softly up my spine, moves my hair from the nape of my neck and murmurs, "Thank you..." in my ear. You and I then watch her grab her beach towel from the ground and make her way over to the exit. She turns back to give us a flirty wink and then goes inside, the exit door slamming shut behind her. You wrap your arms around me as the two of us remain silent, taking in everything at once. Neither of us can say anything right now. All we can do is listen to our breathing. The Rooftop Escapade I shimmied into my shorts and assessed my outfit in the mirror. The striped tank top showed off my38H chest perfectly. My new bright blue shorts drew attention to my long legs, which were shapely enough to make up for my firm, but small, ass. Sweater in hand I grabbed a necklace from on top of the dresser and ran out the door. At 5'10" this was admittedly a fairly large amount of skin to be showing on a first date, but I had spent too long nit-picking over my outfit and was running late. The butterflies in my stomach were working overtime as I sat on the train wondering what Lee would be like. We had met online and only talked briefly; neither of us really believed in prolonging that sort of thing. 'I just want him to be interesting!' I thought, reminiscing on the last few dates I'd been on. Trying to force all thoughts of my continuing dry spell back into the recesses of my mind where they belonged. Failing, my best friend Angela's heckling voice popped into my head, telling me that if it lasted much longer I might end up celibate forever. Not helpful. The conductor's voice over the intercom interrupted my thoughts and I left the red line, butterflies still in tact. The worst part was always trying to identify these people for the first time. Of course, I always had an idea what they looked like prior, but that never seemed to make it any easier. Walking up to the courtyard I was happy to see that most of the people already there were in groups of two or three. Bingo! Lee's beard and short black hair gave him away.. "Hi, you must be Lee! I'm Jenna." "Hey Jenna, nice to meet you. I thought we could go to this outdoor bar near the water; it's really close." "Ooh, that's a great idea! The weather is amazing and I've been trying to soak it all in before fall comes." "I have a friend that works there. I think it's supposed to sucker people into taking those whale watching tours, but it's nice during the off-hours." We got a table at the small outdoor patio and ordered our drinks. Conversation was pleasant. I talked about moving into my new place and getting ready to start my final year of graduate school. He told stories about the rugby team he played with when he wasn't busy working and ordering pitchers of mimosas at road-side diners. Finishing our cocktails we paid our tab and left for an indoor bar with delicious champagne cocktails and a delightfully large appetizer list. We continued, things felt relaxed and easy; I noticed my butterflies had long since disappeared. It was easy to feel comfortable around Lee, his short beard and dark hair contrasted with his green eyes and friendly smile. His black t-shirt hugged his fit chest in a way that made me bite my lower lip unconsciously. Deciding that rugby was a fabulous sport, I appreciated his strong, but not overly muscular 5'11" frame. "So, uhh, I think I'm going to head home. I've got work tomorrow, you know how it is. I've got beer at home though, if you'd like to join me for a drink. If you can't, I understand" he offered. The sweetness and underlying awkwardness he clearly felt melted me into a puddle instantly. "Yeah, that sounds nice" I answered dripping off my stool and pooling onto the floor. The cab ride was short and we were soon at his apartment. As we walked up to the third floor, I quickly realized that allowing me to go first was less about being a gentleman and more about getting a good view as we climbed the stairs. Trying to make it a good show, I made sure to wiggle my ass as I went. He showed his appreciation by giving me a pat on the ass as he stepped by me to open the door. Drinks and conversation continued as we sat in his room, growing more comfortable with each other. "I have a rooftop deck," he mentioned as he mixed our second drinks. "We can go up there, if you want." "I'm in!" I said, not a girl who can turn down something as impressive as a rooftop deck. I felt the warm buzz of liquor run through me as I sat on his rooftop overlooking the city. Appreciating how the moon danced off the skyline. I scooted closer to him as I soaked in the amazing atmosphere and felt the tingle of sexual tension building up in the air surrounding us. Our eyes locked and he drifted off mid-sentence, leaning forward and kissing me softly on the lips. The late summer air swirled lightly around us as I felt his lips mingle with mine, causing me to lose my breath momentarily. I slid off the seat and wrapped my arms around his broad back, our kiss growing more intense. The tingle quickly spread all over my body as he sucked my bottom lip in between his. Time and morning work schedules ceased to be concerns as we continued to kiss passionately, arms wrapped around each other. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and felt his smooth tongue cover mine. Lee glided his hand down my lower back and cupped my ass causing a shiver to run through me. I love it when people get handsy. "Step over this" he instructed me. Dazedly I climbed over the short wall we had been sitting against. "Wait, what is that?" I asked, the dark only allowing me to make out a vague large object. "So, there's a bed up here. It's been here since I moved in" he quickly added, seeing my concerned expression. "There's also a couch on the other side of the roof. It has no cushions and is filled with beer cans." "There's a BED on your ROOF?!" "Yeah. When I'm up here smoking, I think about how gross it is that it's up here. But sometimes I also think that about how hot it would be." "This is where they're going to find my body." "I don't think anyone's ever used it." Somewhere during this conversation, his arm had snaked its way over my shoulder and his hand was now on my breast. My attempts to weigh this all out logically and calmly went nowhere. My body was only concerned with the throbbing in by clit caused by this man's exploratory grip on my tits. I moaned softly and grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into me. "Oh, fuck it." Lust coursed through my veins as we tumbled onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs, panting, and groping. Lee lowered his body on top of me, returning his hand to my breast while pinning my arms above me. "Mmmm" I moaned, grinding my hips against him relishing in the filth of being a cumslut. Lost in the passion of the moment, I felt my shirt being pulled off of me. Breathing into my ear, Lee wasted no time removing my bra as well. Exposed to the cool air, my nipples immediately stiffened and presented themselves, ready for action. Taking the cue, Lee's attention shifted further south his warm tongue slid past my neck and collarbone and made contact with my tit. I tried to stay quiet as he lapped at my breast but failed miserably when he sucked my nipple into his wet mouth. A yelp escaped my lips as his tongue swirled around my nipple which responded by getting even harder. His hands grabbed at my waist as he switched between my two aching tits. Alternating between sucking as much of one into his mouth as possible and nibbling on my nipple, I was in heaven. Quickly abandoning my pretense of being quiet, I relented to the pleasure I was feeling and voiced my approval through a steady stream of cooing. Moving himself away only when I tried to pull his shirt off, he ate me up like a free buffet. Now shirtless, I had unfettered access to Lee's luscious, curly-haired chest. Burying my hands in his thick chest hair, I explored his mouth with hungry kisses. Suddenly I felt a release of pressure as Lee lifted his body from mine. Alarmed, I quickly sat up and gathered my surroundings, pleased to learn he was simple getting himself to a better angle so he could remove my shorts. Belt buckles, buttons, and zippers stumbled open; I lifted my ass into the air as he slid my shorts around my ankles. Immediately I turned my attention to his pants. Pushing him onto the mattress I quickly overpowered him and unbuttoned his pants. Drawing my head in close, breathing on his newly exposed skin, I slowly pulled his pants off and threw them into the abandoned clothes pile. Straddling his hips I leaned down, feeling relief as the weight of my tits rested on his chest. Running my hands through his hair, I pushed his face closer to mine, feeling his plump lips as we kissed. Our bodies rhythmically rubbed together.; the warmth emanating from my pussy transferring to the head of his cock as it slid along crease, separated only by our thin underwear. Our simulated sex escalated until he rose, throwing me onto the bed. "My, my. Someone's soaking wet! What a naughty girl." Lee scolded as he slid my panties off and fingered the wet spot on my panties. Holding them to my face to show me what he meant. "I couldn't help it," I pleaded "you make me so wet." I wiggled beneath him seductively. "We'll just have to so something about that, won't we?" He questioned as parted my thighs with his large hands, bringing his face down between my legs. "Wait, do you hear..." I trailed off as his tongue made contact with my slit.. Starting from the bottom, he slowly snaked his tongue between my lips and licked up the juices that were now dripping from between my legs. For a second I wondered about the sounds that I had heard, but as he circled my clit none of it mattered. Unconcerned with anything that were not coming from either of us, Lee continued to lap up my juices. I felt my climax rising. Too busy trying to remind myself to breathe steadily and not to buck so much that I dislodge his miracle-working mouth, I forgot to mention the noises I was hearing. Lee moved a hand from my thigh and started circling my clit with his thumb as he fucked me with his tongue. "Oh yeah, right there! Ohh, that feels so fucking good." My orgasm loomed over me like an approaching tidal wave. Muffled sounds came from the head between my legs and Lee continued to tongue-fuck me. "ah ah ahh AHH" I wailed as I came hard; squirting into his mouth. As my climax started to wane the sounds I had heard earlier became more clear. "Is that people cheering?" I asked "Yeah, I think so." He replied calmly. "Do you think they can see us?" "I hope so," he said, glancing around to find the source. "Me too," I agreed, feeling we were giving an excellent show. "We probably should go inside now though." "And you probably should put your clothes back on before you stand up," he added as an afterthought. "Plus, then I'll get to take them off again." He smirked as he gathered our clothes from the rooftop. The Rookie "The Rookie" is Part One of the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance. I was physically ready for the big show when I became a teenager, but not mentally. That took more than a few years. I was a late bloomer. The life of a baseball rookie is practice, practice, practice. Me too. My girlfriends and I didn't play paper dolls, we played make believe sex. Do you have any idea what slumber parties are really all about? Her name was Melissa. My very best friend from grade school until she moved away when we were both sweet sixteen. We made it through Brownies, Girl Scouts and our first period together. We had our fingers in each other's tight pussy from the day our boobies began to bud. In junior high Melissa went from being called "the stick" to being revered as the "rack attack." And I measured each inch of her incredibly rapid progress with my mouth. In our school there was sort of a black market in sex toys. Very expensive but well worth the investment. Melissa and I had a Loving Touch Vibrator which was 8" long and had a nice big head which was our favorite. But despite all the right equipment, our favorite activity was still licking each other right on the hot spot. There is something to be said for being able to feel and taste your best pal cum. The only experience we really were not able to simulate real well was sucking cock. But we watched plenty of movies, took notes and described to each other exactly what we would do. I cried for weeks when Melissa moved away. And things just got worse. All my girlfriends had done the deed but not me. I felt like a leper. But I didn't lie about it. What's the point? I mean, you can tell, can't you? So I'm like an old maid, 18 years old, and the most I ever gave a guy was a little tit. Well, under extreme pressure, I did give several guys a hand job. There is only so much being drooled upon one can stand. A little jerking motion kept them off my ass at least for awhile. I don't know why they liked me doing it for them better than them doing it for themselves. Never in my car again though. Stains everywhere. I think guys should wear a condom even when they are getting jerked off. Josh showed up at school the day after Christmas vacation in my senior year of high school. A transfer student. His mother had died several years before and his father was working for a major oil company and got sent to the middle east. So he came to live with his grandparents in my home town. So naturally the only seat in homeroom is right behind me at the end of the second row. He totally ignores me. Well, I was no fashion plate most of the time. Baggy jeans, a flannel shirt and braided hair most of the time. After school I went to the beauty shop to get a new do and the next day I wore the tightest jeans I owned. You know, the kind that takes 15 minutes of wiggling and pulling to get into. I wore my tightest red sweater with no bra. When I looked at Josh the tips of my nipples got so erect I thought they were going to pop right through. He STILL ignored me. The rumors were flying that Josh was some sort of incredible baseball player. Hey, he looked like an athlete to me and guess what indoor contact sport I had in mind. Fifteen minutes after he made his appearance in homeroom, I got up from my seat and told the teacher I was sick and was going to see my doctor. Which I did. I went to see my older sister, an intern at a local hospital. She had told me a hundred times to come and see her when I thought I was ready. You know, birth control pills. Weeks passed. I go "goo goo" at Josh and he looks right past me. Well, he ignored all the other girls, too. I was beginning to wonder, was he ___? Then came Valentine's Day and I was in love. But nobody knew it, especially not the focus of my attention and the cause of my wet panties. Last class before lunch was calculus. So class ends and I'm in the cafeteria and I can't find my calc notebook. I go back to the classroom and open the door. Much to my surprise there is Josh. They didn't hear me. He and Mrs. Henry, the thirtysomething divorced teacher of calculus and certain other subjects that were difficult to swallow. Talk about getting a heart on for Valentine's Day. She was sucking his cock. He was huge! She could only get about half of it in her mouth. I'm watching, I couldn't help it, and they didn't notice me. To make a long story short, he cums all over her face and she looks like a ghost. She turned my way to reach a box of tissues on her desk and she sees me and shrieks. I turned like five shades of red. Josh stared me right in the eye and winked. I started stammering and then just grabbed my notebook and ran out. I never said a word. I swear! Another week passed and Josh kept right on ignoring me. But then one fateful morning in homeroom, he starts playing with my hair. Nobody notices. He gently massages my neck and shoulders with one hand. Chills are running up and down my spine. My lips are quivering and that isn't all that is pulsating. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything. I just pretended nothing was happening. So then we move on to classes and I got a couple hours to cool off. I didn't see Josh again until lunch. He was brown bagging it. Stupid me, I said to him, "So what are you eating today?" You know, making conversation. He looked at me with those big brown bedroom eyes and said, "You, I hope." I fainted. I frigging fainted right there in the middle of the cafeteria. When I finally woke up in the nurse's office thanks to smelling salts, I sought out Josh. I informed him I was his for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks in between. Hey, it took guts to say that, but why beat around the bush? I also told him my first time was not going to be in the backseat of a car. So we plotted our first evening (and morning) together. I know this sex stuff is supposed to be spontaneous but fuck that shit. Josh basically did what he wanted but I had doting parents to contend with. My sister the doctor figured out how to shake me loose. I guess she felt filling up my tank might negate some of my neuroses. My sister got a room at a motel 25 miles away. Josh picked me up about 1:00 on that fateful Saturday afternoon in a 1965 Ford Mustang convertible. Dark green, black top and a stick shift. So convertibles turn me on, among other things. His grandfather was into classic cars and had a barn full that could just make you wet your pants. Anyway, we get to the inn of double happiness and all we got to do is open the door because my sister already gave me the key. Awesome jacuzzi! Right away I started to get cold feet. I knew I was going to do the deed this day but not just yet. We had plans to go to my cousin's wedding reception about 6:00. I asked Josh if we could go for a ride and get some food and a couple six packs. My sister gave me her I.D. and we could always pass for twins anyway. Quite the beautiful day for very late February. It was sunny and around 60 degrees. The top comes down. No, not mine. That's later. We are just cruising and pass a recreation area with basketball courts. I had noticed a basketball in the back seat. I suggested we stop and play. I was sure Josh had heard I was a player. There were pictures of me and last year's team all over the school. I didn't play my senior year. We had won the state championship the previous year, most of my teammates had graduated and the coach left for another job. I didn't feel like starting all over and decided to concentrate on better preparing myself for college. I could have cared less about a basketball scholarship because I had my own money, thanks to my late great grandfather. We get on the court and start shooting around. Then I said to Josh, "Let's play one on one." No guy in my class could beat me and I thought I was playing the ringer. Josh responded, "OK, what do you want to play for?" I was getting pretty cocky right about then so I said, "If I win, you teach me how to drive that Mustang stick. If you win, I'll give you a blow job." He flung the ball at me and told me to take it out first. Fifteen minutes later he is winning 16 to 4 and he mostly let me have my two hoops. Meanwhile these two really tall guys start shooting at the other end, and are mouthing off, about the competition, me. Josh got pissed and challenged them, you know, us vs. them. Josh drilled three from more than 25 feet and then they double team him and he fed me two for layups. Then he told me to throw one up to the right of the rim and he crammed it. These two guys, who meanwhile have zero points, got humble real quick and asked Josh if he played in the NBA or something. And Josh was supposed to be a baseball player. Oh my. Anyway, so we all said that's enough and parted friendly. We went to leave and Josh told me to get behind the wheel and gave me a couple quick start and stop lessons. I got the hang of it real fast. We got back to the room and we were sweaty and decided to get in the jacuzzi. I had already seen much of him (remember his private calculus lesson?) so he wasn't shy about taking his clothes off. Yeow, he looked even better and bigger with nothing on. I made him cover his eyes when I took mine off. I think he peeked though because he commented, after I was totally submerged in the water except for my head, about my exquisite breasts. Then Josh kissed me. Actually he first moved close and put his arm around me and nibbled my ear. And then my neck. He kissed me sooooo sweetly. He kissed me like a girl. I'm going like huh? And then he grabbed me by the back of my wet stringy hair and kissed me hard. I was engulfed by this face and tongue and lips and I loved it! I knew I was acting a little limp but I couldn't hardly help it. I felt like screaming, "Would you please fuck me, would you please just fuck me and end my misery?" (And my virginity, talk about a cross to bear) His hands started to move downward. I rose up out of the water up to my navel. He licked the water from my breasts. He went around and around my nipples with his tongue and gently rubbed the tips with his fingers. I was shivering and the water was very warm. Steamy in fact. Then he put his hand on the inside of my thigh. Sigh. He put his finger inside me and found just the right spot with his thumb. I'm thinking he did this before. I'm on fire and my pubic bone is pounding against his hand. Talk about getting off to a quick start. I was panting and moaning and my heart was hammering like it was going to pop right out. And then it happened. And I screamed. I mean, I screamed! Must have heard me miles away. Like I could help it. Best orgasm I had to date in my young life but I anticipated even better was yet to come. I laid my head on Josh's shoulder for a few minutes to collect my senses. Then I told him to stand up. He looked like something you could hang clothes on. and I'm thinking that thing is going inside me? Like Shaq trying to put on Bob Costas' shoes? So I got my left hand at the attached end, my right hand on the middle and I still had plenty of room for my mouth. And I'm moving my hands and my mouth and I'm not talking. I think that's what turned him on the most. Me not talking. I did pause for a moment and told him I never did this before so feel free to offer suggestions for improvement. He didn't so I must have been doing OK. I wondered what it would taste like. I liked it. I mean, I loved it! Hey, caviar and clams have a distinctive taste, do they not? Back then when I was just a rookie I couldn't get all of his hugeness in my mouth. I often have wondered since if I could now due to my diligent study of deepthroating techniques. After I swallowed what seemed like, well, I looked like a chipmunk at times, Josh picked me up and carried me to the bed. I jumped up and screamed, "No, no, no!!! We got to go to the wedding reception!" As if!!! There was no way I was going to smooch the love of my life until I brushed my teeth and gargled with Listerine. I slipped on this green strapless low cut cocktail dress my sister lent me. She said she got lucky every time she wore it. She paid $500 for it and made me promise to keep it clean, no cum stains. And I had to wear the high heels. I looked like the Jolly Green Giant. But Josh was still a little taller than me. Thank you Lord for small favors. As soon as we get to the reception I, of course, immediately go powder my nose since I really didn't have much time to get ready. I looked in the mirror and I had sucker bites all over my neck. I used ALL the powder and I don't think there was any on my nose. And my hair! Oh, my, what could I do with this? And then everybody asked me where I got my hair done. I thought like duh, what - you like the orgasmic cocksucking looking for more look? Well, we were just having a fabulous time at the reception. The band played everything. Oldies, C & W, polkas and all the usual wedding stuff. They even let the guests sing. I sang a song my momma done taught me and they sure couldn't do that one worth a shit. Had to do with my mood at the time, as in take another little piece of my heart now baby. Then the band played "The Hawaiian Wedding Song." The bride and groom danced and then everybody joined in. Josh had his hand on my ass and he was getting, well not getting, he was. At that moment I knew I was getting fucked long before we ever made it back to the motel. The bride and groom left and the parents left and the party poopers left and the band played on. They just had to play "Wild Thing." So, you know, I'm really getting down, I had kicked my shoes off, and I was raising my hands in the air. My boobs popped right out of that strapless dress. I never hear (or see) the last of that one. Why do the guys with the cameras always follow me around? Then the band played one of my favorites. Not that I'm really into C & W but I do like Willie Nelson. And I have very blue eyes. Got the tune? So I'm like dead meat right about then. Forget what I said about the back seat of cars or anywhere else. I was about to get laid or die trying. So I suggested to Josh we go for a little stroll. This place where they held the reception was huge. A bunch of smaller banquet rooms and such that were not in use at the time. So we found one. There was not much more foreplay deemed necessary by either party. Josh slipped his hand under my dress. I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants and felt my greatest fear. OK, so I was still a little apprehensive and that thing going inside me. I pulled my pantyhose down past my knees. Josh lifted me up and pressed me up against the wall. I guided him inside me very slowly and carefully. Well, dagnabbit! Didn't hurt one bit. At least not at the moment. And he found just the right angle, ya know? Women can talk about vibrators and toys and their girlfriends all they want but there is NOTHING like the real thing. I can't even describe what this bell ringer was like so I won't even diminish the memory by making some feeble attempt. Bingo! For me anyway. Not for him yet. I didn't think Josh could hold me up in the air like that forever so I told him to lay me down on the floor. I thought not to worry, the carpet looked rather thick and plush. Talk about brush burns. My butt was red for a week and that ain't all that was sore. I bit Josh's ear and demanded that he fuck me hard. Now here was one boy who listened too good. It felt like I was being drilled by a jack hammer. Not that I minded. And then he came inside me. Well, he didn't just come. That is a rather passive word to describe what was more like a volcanic eruption. And when he pulled out, he got it all over the dress. Yep, I still had it sorta on. The top was pulled down and the bottom was pulled up but I never did get around to slipping it off. We tidied ourselves up a bit and went back to the party. If you ever are at a wedding reception and get cum stains on your dress, just say it was the macaroni salad that just slipped right off the plate. Right, macaroni salad, and nobody thought twice about my story. They had kept all the food out under ice and said to eat it or it would be thrown out. Naturally I made a big plate of stuff as we walked back in. I always like get really famished after sex. To this day I simply can not understand why guys look at me with raised eyebrows when I ask, "Do you think you could make me a sandwich?" shortly after I make their fondest dreams come true. And my sister forgave me for the cum stains on her dress. Not until, however, I told her the entire story of the day's events. Talking about food, people often eat three times or more a day don't they? So why not sex? Eighteen year old males got to be the horniest animals on the face of the planet. For the next three months we got it on at least three times a day. Josh would pick me up for school in one of those classic cars. We'd get to the school parking lot and I would suck him off before we went in. Our school had seen diminishing enrollment in recent years and there were empty classrooms and such. We found several deserted spots where we could rendezvous at lunch time. Right after school we'd hurry over to my house and screw until just before my parents got home from work. We'd get together during the evening to help each other with homework. When there were too many eyes around, we would take a trip to the library. No, I never told my parents I was researching the human male anatomy. When baseball practice began, the coach was so desperate for Josh to play he let him come to practice considerably late. Josh told him he had a job after school for an hour or so. He had a job alright. Doing me. And then the baseball games started and Josh attracted a lot of attention. Scouts were at every game. He was offered numerous college scholarships but I knew what he wanted. The big show. We both knew we would soon be parting. But we also both knew this thing between us was very real and sooner or later we would be together again. I guess you could say it turned out to be later and I am still waiting. We graduated from high school and the next morning after our last incredible night of passion, Josh signed a baseball contract and left for some minor league gig in Sacramento, California. His grandfather gave him that Mustang. And as the story goes, he was on his way on I-80 a few miles from Reno, Nevada, when a drunk driver pulled onto the west bound lane from an exit ramp. You know, the wrong way. Both drivers were killed instantly upon impact. I didn't go to the funeral. I'd rather remember my first true love when he was full of life and had an enormous erection. So where or where can my baby be? The Lord He took him away from me. He's gone to heaven and I got to be good. So I can see my baby when I leeeeeaave this world. I see Josh in my dreams every night and we always, well, do what we did before but it's like more spiritual which has convinced me that there yes indeed is sex in heaven. Sex but no marriage. Can't wait! I usually wake up in the middle of the night and have to change my panties. I guess I could sleep totally nude but then I'd have to change the sheets. The Rookie I heard the bellow through the half open door of Sergeant Tallon’s office, “Morris, get your ass in here.” My five feet eleven inches untangled itself from the desk and I walked through his door and said, “A little voice said that you were looking for me. Is that true Harry?” Harry laughed, “If you weren’t so fucking lazy you would have taken the sergeant’s test two years ago and you could be yelling too.” I didn’t answer. We both knew he was right, but the fact was that I loved the street; being made a sergeant meant one foot was off the street one promotion later there would be no street. “What’s up?” I asked to change the subject. Harry answered, “I’m making you the Field Training Officer of a rookie right out of the academy.” I wasn’t surprised; with my experience Harry often asked me to be the FTO for Metro West which was our division. I didn’t mind since it broke up the boredom of the day, and sometimes I thought I actually did help the rookies start out to be better cops. Harry continued, “Officer Phelan should be here within the hour. Her dad worked the job for thirty years mostly in Metro North. He only retired a few years ago. “Her?” I asked. Harry grinned, “I think the first name is Laura. Good luck…I counsel you to read all the regulations on sexual harassment Joe; I wouldn’t want you to get in any trouble that you couldn’t handle.” I gave him the finger without saying anything more and walked out of the office back to my desk. No angel of mercy had appeared during my short visit with Harry—my paperwork was still there waiting for me. Thirty minutes later I heard someone knocking on Harry’s door. I looked up and spotted the knocker; her back was to me: Brown hair cut short in a pageboy style, broad square shoulders with no slouch, very nice hips curving into a very, very nice ass, and long legs. I guessed she was five feet seven inches or so. I thought, “If you were a detective, Officer Morris, I think you just saw fifty percent of your new partner.” Three minutes later I heard a female voice say, “Officer Morris?” I looked up…brown, serious eyes, nice face, exceptional breasts…she repeated, “Are you Officer Morris?” “Guilty,” I replied. “Let me detect; would you be Officer Phelan by any chance?” “Yes sir,” she replied. “First mistake,” I said with a grin. “The sir is in the office you just left. I’m Joe. And what should I call you officer?” She grinned back in relief, “Laura would be fine.” I continued, “Let’s hit the street Laura. Sign out a car and meet me in the parking area.” Laura said, “Yes sir;” and then seeing the look on my face quickly said, “I mean, I’ll sign out the car Joe.” Minutes later I held out my hands for the keys and said, “I’ll drive half the shift and then let you drive the second half.” We got in and I headed out to the beltway for Laura’s first lesson. Ten minutes later I accelerated up the entry ramp and kept the car in the right hand lane going the speed limit of 55. I asked Laura, “Why did you join the department?” Laura answered, “It’s in the family. My dad worked Metro North for thirty years and finally retired. My brother was signed up for the academy two years ago, but he was killed in a car accident, so it was almost ordained that I would replace him. I probably would have joined the department anyway. Dad says it’s in our blood.” I asked, “How did you do in the academy?” Laura replied, “I came in second out of forty-five. I did well in almost everything except for unarmed combat. Relative to the guys I lack upper body strength, and that hurt me. I paused for a second as a mile marker flashed by the car and then said, “I can give you a few tips on unarmed combat if you want. The secret is to use…” I abruptly put on the flashers and pulled to the side of the road well clear of traffic. Laura tensed up and looked around searching for the reason for the stop. Her eyes looked at me confused. I said, “Laura, we just saw a car sideswipe another car right in front of us. One car is turned over. Call it in.” Laura looked around searching for the accident. I quietly said, “Pretend Laura, pretend.” She reached for the microphone and asked me, “Where are we?” I replied, “I don’t know; pretend I’m not even in the car.” Now Laura was confused, “But if I don’t know where we are, how can I call it in.” I said nothing. The silence lasted twenty seconds or so and Laura said, “I guess my job is to know where I am, right Joe?” “Yep,” I replied. “We might be having a great conversation on who is going to win next week’s football game, or telling each other jokes, but you have to always know where you are. The beltway is easy; there are mile markers. With a little effort you will start to remember them automatically. Until that happens, you have to concentrate. Now we just passed mile marker 138. Pretend to call it in.” She pretended and made all the rookie mistakes. Number of people involved; special equipment needed, direction the vehicles were going. She wasn’t that bad; she was just a rookie. After thirty minutes or so I pulled out into traffic again and arrived at my favorite speed trap. It was by a viaduct. I pulled the car in so we were facing the traffic coming at us. The cars were coming around a curve and our car was in a little valley, so it usually took five seconds or so for the cars to spot the squad. I told Laura to take the driver’s seat and turn on the radar unit while I got into the passenger side. I asked, “Laura, you are going into traffic court to testify against a whole bunch of speeders you wrote up. What’s the first thing that you are going to need?” “That’s easy,” Laura replied. “I have to have available a certification when the last time the radar was calibrated.” “Give the lady a prize,” I replied. “Now pretend I’m the judge and you are testifying against the first speeder. What do you say?” Laura thought for a moment and said, “Well, I guess I would say something like judge, the radar said the defendant was doing 72 miles per hour in a 55 mile per hour zone and… “Nope,” I interrupted. She looked at me puzzled. I continued, “Judge, I observed the defendant doing what I estimated to be 72 miles per hour in a 55 mile per hour zone, and checked my observation with the radar unit and it confirmed my observation.” Laura was still confused so I said, “Depending on the judge and the defense counsel, the radar unit can still be attacked many ways. This way you made the observation and the unit backed you up. It is much more difficult for them to wiggle out of the ticket that way.” Laura asked, “But aren’t you lying when you say it that way…that you observed someone going 72?” I pointed at a red car coming around the corner and said, “64…what’s the radar say?” “65,” replied Laura. I continued, “Green car, 70” Laura answered in a surprised voice, “70. You can really do that.” I answered, “In a few months, you will be able to do that too. It just takes practice. I’m generally within two miles per hour either way over 95 percent of the time which is about average for the traffic guys. Let’s spend thirty minutes here. First guess the speed and then check the radar. We are not going to ticket anyone unless they are outrageous, so don’t worry about it. Just try to guess the speed correctly.” We spent thirty minutes with Laura guessing the speeds; I spent thirty minutes checking out her breasts. Since I was an experienced officer, she never caught me. If she could read my mind, the politically correct sex police would have put me away for a good number of years. At the end of thirty minutes Laura’s grouping was four miles per hour either way. I knew she would improve on that with practice. “Time for a stop,” I thought, “And then maybe a lunch break.” I took the wheel again and watched the traffic coming at us. Finally I said, “White car Laura, how fast?” “70,” she answered. “71,” I guessed out loud. I looked at the radar. “70,” I admitted. “You are about to write your first ticket.” I hit the flashers and swung the car in a tight turn to chase the speeder. A few miles later we pulled behind the white car which was now going a very proper 54 miles per hour; which of course was much too late. He pulled over onto the grass and I pulled the squad behind him slightly closer to the pavement. I said, “Laura, I will back you up, but pretend you are by yourself. Write up a speeding citation.” We both got out of the car. I came up the passengers side and checked the inside—only the driver. Laura walked up to the driver who had rolled down the window. She said all the right things and went back to our unit to check out the car and the driver. I stood in front of the unit listening to her call it in and watching the driver. Finally, Laura got out of our car and stood beside me as she said, “He owns the car. No wants or warrants, but he really is nervous.” I replied, “Did you write up the speeding citation.” She said, “Yes.” I continued, “Well why don’t you ask his permission for you to search his car?” This time I stood behind Laura on the driver’s side. I had also noticed the guy was a little kinky, so I unsnapped my holster and eased my Glock out; hiding it behind my leg. She went up to the car and I was impressed when she asked the driver, “Mr. Brown, you have to sign the citation. It is not an admission of guilt; only an acknowledgement that you received it. By the way, you don’t have any atomic bombs or biological weapons in your car, do you?” Brown of course said, “No officer.” Laura continued, “Then you don’t mind if I take a minute or two to search your car, do you.” Brown agreed. When presented that way, almost everyone agrees even if they have something to hide. “Academy teaching must have gone up a notch,” I thought. Laura asked the man to get out of the car. He did. She presented the citation to him and he signed it. She gave Mr. Brown his copy of the citation and his driver’s license back. She leaned into the car to check the seats, the ash trey and the floors. I raised my voice and said, “Laura, that’s enough. We have to get back to the station.” She looked at me confused and then nodded. She told Brown to slow it down and have nice day. We went back to the unit and sat down. I said nothing. Finally Laura said, “I screwed up, didn’t I?” “Yep,” I said. “Two pretty big time ones.” She thought for thirty seconds or so and then said, “Joe?” Actually, they were big time mistakes, but experienced officers make the same ones. They just get lazy. I said, “First, I agree with you. That guy was too nervous for just a speeding ticket. I was betting that there was some wants or warrants for him but you said no. So I figured he had something in the car. Your instinct was good. Probably some pot, but who knows.” “Why didn’t you let me search then,” asked Laura. “Laura, anything you found in that car would have been thrown out in court unless he had a rookie lawyer. So once you blew that, why waste time searching the car? Besides, you were dead anyway.” “What,” she gasped. I grinned. That’s why I like being an FTO; it boosts my ego. I said, “Laura, you did a great job of getting him to agree to the search, but you made a key mistake. You asked his permission before you gave him his license back. There have been several court cases in this state that ruled if you hold the license and ask permission to search, it is deemed to be a form of blackmail—I won’t give you your license unless you agree to the search. So when you asked him, he was home free. “And of course you were dead too.” Laura was confused as I knew she would be. “Describe what happened when you went back to the car.” Laura answered, “Well I asked him to get out of the car. He stood by the back side window and signed the ticket on the hood of his car. I gave him the citation and his license and then I started searching his car.” I prompted, “Describe physically what you did just after you handed him his license.” Laura said, “Why I turned to lean into the front seat and was checking out the ash trey when you… I interrupted, “Do you want to be dead by being shot with the gun that he had under his shirt, or with the knife that was in his pocket?” She said, “But you were there…oops, you weren’t there. And I turned my back on Mr. Brown while he was two feet from me…right?” “Yep,” I said. “We cops make a lot of mistakes on the job. Most of the time we are lucky and nothing happens. But every now and then we make a mistake and we are unlucky, then we get hurt…or worse. “Let’s go have lunch. I’m hungry after all this policing stuff.” By the end of the day one I thought Laura was going to be a good cop. She picked up things easily, wasn’t afraid to ask questions, and never made the same mistake twice. Three more times I tried the ‘where are you’ trick, and she nailed the location all three times. I was going to enjoy teaching the rookie, but there was a problem. The rookie was too good looking. As she was concentrating on doing what I told her to do, I was concentrating on her. She was a winner! “Hands off,” I told myself. “How long?” myself answered back. A week went by and Laura was learning fast. My initial guess was proving itself out—she was going to be a good cop. I was leaving the station that night when I heard a man’s voice say, “Joe Morris?” I turned and saw an older man about sixty standing in front of me. I looked at him and said, “I’m Joe.” He said, “I’m Mike Phelan. Laura is my daughter. She’s says you’re a good teacher.” I answered, “She’s a good learner. You should be proud of her.” “I am,” he replied, “Although I worry about her. I worked the job a long time. I loved it and brought up my son to love it too. And then he got killed in the car accident. I don’t know if Laura joined because she wanted to, or because she knew how bad I hurt that a Phelan wouldn’t continue enforcement. Did she tell you that my father was a cop too? I nodded, and said, “Laura is going to be good. I’m going to teach her everything I know to keep her safe. Don’t second guess why she joined. Just see what happens.” Mike answered, “My wife died a few years ago. It is just Laura and me now, so I guess I’m being a little too protective. I checked with Sergeant Tallon. He said you are good. I just wanted to meet you. Thanks for taking care of her.” I nodded and he walked away. Several months went by and Laura continued to improve. We had slipped into an easy relationship. I asked her about most things as she did to me. My problem continued to be keeping my hands off her. One time I asked her what her boyfriend thought of her job. She said, “My boyfriend used to hate the idea that I was a cop.” “And now he accepts it,” I said. “Now he isn’t my boyfriend anymore,” Laura replied. A few weeks went by and Laura took me up on my offer to check out her shooting mechanics and to go over unarmed combat techniques. It was our day off and we met at the academy indoor shooting range. She was dressed in a short sleeve blouse and some slacks that confirmed my initial observation that she had a wonderful ass. We went through the normal safety checks when we got to the shooting booth. I said, “Laura, assume your shooting position and let me see how it looks.” Laura took our standard three point position—both legs spread, knees slight bent, both arms outstretched and one hand cupping the other holding the gun. I noticed two things right away. She really did have a very cute ass and her firing position was perfect. I said, “Laura, you have a pretty good firing position. Let me adjust it a tad and it will be perfect.” I walked up behind her and leaned over her; my arm went out and my hand gripped one of hers as I changed her grip about a quarter of an inch. My head was next to hers as I smelled her hair and her wisp of perfume. And then of course her ass was pushing into my pelvis, but that couldn’t be helped either. I said, “Stand up and relax and then take your firing position again.” Her position was still perfect, but then, it was before I touched her. I continued, “Most shootings happen within fifteen feet of the two people involved. Set the target for fifteen feet, and start shooting.” Laura pulled the pulley system and her target went back fifteen feet. She assumed the position and fired away. Her magazine emptied as she fired in a deliberate, steady routine. She pulled the target in. Her grouping was perfect; all centers. I was surprised; even good cops miss a center every now and then. I said, “Good shooting. Now set the target for twenty-five feet.” It was a repeat. She hit centers with every shot. I looked at the target and then I looked at her. She had a little smile on her face and then said, “Dad has been taking me out to the range since I was sixteen. I’m usually pretty accurate.” I thought, “What a smart ass…she could have least have told me.” But then if she had, I wouldn’t have been able to correct her firing position. We messed around a little more on the firing range, and then went up to the gym. Laura came out of the female locker room in sweat shirt and pants. I was dressed the same way. I went over many of the basics with her and we tried a few holds. Finally I said, “A very common problem is when someone grabs you from behind. If you are taken by surprise, you need to move quick or you get deeper into shit very quickly. I’m going to come up behind you and grab you, and then talk about the three ways to break the hold.” I moved behind her and reached around her. One of my hands gripped the wrist of my other hand as my arms held her just below her breasts. In fact, my wrists were pleasantly feeling the bottom of her breasts as I held her in the grip. We went over the three possible moves she could make and when I thought I couldn’t keep this up much longer—her breasts were very soft against my wrists; her hair against my face—I told her to make her move. She did well. We went to other combat situations. And then back to the behind grab position. Once again her breasts were softly pressing into my clinched hands. When I suggested we try the same move a third time, Laura looked at me and said, “Again?” I answered, “You should practice this move until you have it down perfect.” We went on to a grab technique. The bad guy has something and the officer grabs the arm. If the bad guy pulls the officer, the technique is to knee the person in the thigh just where a very sensitive pressure point is located. If done correctly, the leg is paralyzed for five or more seconds; the person is immobilized. I strapped on a thigh shield to absorb the blow and told Laura to try it. She grabbed my arm; I pulled my arm back as she came into me. Her knee came up to strike my thigh to immobilize me, and I felt a sharp, agonizing streak of intense pain. Laura had missed my thigh; she had kneed me in the balls. I heard her say, “Oh my god, I’m sorry Joe. Are you OK?” My hands were on my knees. My brain was deciding whether to throw up or just pass out. All the while I heard Laura’s scared voice repeating, “Joe, are you OK…I’m so sorry.” Minutes later the pain was receding. Pain was reduced to embarrassment; my partner had almost put me out for the count. Once the pain receded, my brain started to function. Laura wouldn’t have done that because of my behind the back grip, would she? She sounded very sincere, very worried whether I would be crippled for life. I knew it had been an accident until she said, “Maybe we better try it again. You told me I have to practice each move until I have it down perfect.” I admitted it to myself, “This little female shit had put me in my place just because I happened to love feeling her breasts.” The Rookie “Lesson learned,” I thought as we left the gym floor. A week later we got a call of a hit and run, or maybe a better description was a hit and stagger. A drunk driver tried to park in front of his house and hit a neighbor’s car. The drunk ignored the dent and staggered into his house. We drove to the address and the neighbor was waiting for us. He was a good witness and even saw his car getting hit and the drunk going into his house. Laura and I walked up to the front door; it was slightly ajar. I knocked and yelled, “Police, we need to talk.” There was no answer so I pushed the door halfway open and spotted the drunk standing in front of a couch sipping from a long neck beer bottle. I stepped into the room about ten feet keeping my distance from the drunk and said, “We had a report that you drove into someone’s car. Why don’t you put the bottle down and come outside so we can talk.” “Fuck you,” he answered. I continued, “Hey, don’t be that way. I’m just doing my job. Put down the beer and let’s talk.” “Not good,” I thought as I saw the drunk reverse his grip on the bottle so now he was holding the top of it in his hand; the beer bottle was now a club. I wasn’t especially worried; the drunk was still ten feet away from me. I tried again, “Come on pal, just put… “FREEZE ASSHOLE OR YOUR DEAD!” Laura yelled. I reached for my gun and turned at the same time. A man was behind me with a raised baseball bat in his hand. Laura was behind him with her gun out. “What?” I thought, and then I knew. I never checked behind the door and I never pushed it all the way open. “Rookie fucking mistake…shit,” I berated myself. I stepped away from both men turned to the drunk with the beer bottle and said, “Put the fucking beer down now or you’ll be hurting for only a month if you’re lucky.” He put it down. An hour later the paperwork was done; the prisoners transported by another unit to jail. When I realized how close it had been, the shakes had started. Finally, the shakes disappeared until the next time. Laura and I were getting into our unit. She was putting the key in the ignition when I reached over and grabbed her wrist. She looked at me. I said, “I fucked up Laura. It happens to all of us. If it weren’t for you, my ass was toast. Thanks.” She flashed a grin that turned her face beautiful and said, “My FTO did a great job of showing me how to do the job—especially how to back up a partner. I guess he deserves a thank you too. Doesn’t he, partner?” I gave her wrist a squeeze and let go. Afterward I thought, “Squeeze shit, I should have given her a kiss!” A few days later Tom called me into his office. He asked for Laura and me to go on a stakeout of a suspected drug manufacturing operation. We were especially hoping to catch the head guy who had evaded arrest for years. If we could arrest him at the drug plant, it would be a major bust. Obviously, we would be wearing civilian clothes for the stakeout. That night Laura met me at the station. She was wearing a light sweater with a V neck that was cut fairly low showing more skin then her uniform ever did. She was wearing a matching skirt. I wore slacks and a knit shirt. We took my personal car and went to the stake out. The suspected place was in the middle of an older section of town that had blocks of two story apartments; each identical to the one next to it with the only difference being the brick color. We pulled over and parked about fifty feet from the building, turned out the lights and relaxed. It was Laura’s first stakeout and she was excited. I hoped it was my last stakeout and I was not excited. We sat there sipping coffee from a big thermos that I had brought along. The hours passed and nothing. Nature and the coffee called and I told Laura I was taking a walk. I walked into the nearby alley and pissed away. An hour later nature called Laura. I said, “The nearest gas station is about three blocks away; the alley is right behind us.” She thought for a second and asked, “Do you need anything from the gas station?” I replied, “A chocolate donut sounds good.” She came back with my donut. That was the most exciting part of the night. Two hours later our shift ended. The next night was a repeat. Laura was much less excited as hours went by. At one point she yawned. I said, “Take a nap. I’ll wake you if anything happens.” She nodded her head and leaned against the door. Minutes later her breathing slowed and she slept. I watched the apartment. I also watched her breasts as they moved up and down with her breathing. The skin between the V was highlighted by the moon. It was a somewhat erotic scene. I had a large erection, but no one saw it. The third night was another repeat. If this was a drug operation, it was a very mysterious one. We sat and talked for the first couple of hours. Just as I was thinking that all stakeouts were boring I looked in the rear view mirror. Walking towards us were two men; one of them was the big shot. They would walk right by the car; we would stick out like pimples on a teenager’s face. I said to Laura, “They are coming up behind us on our side of the street. Don’t look back. The only thing we can do is start making out. You watch them as they come up to the car, and I will watch them when they pass.” Laura said, “Line of duty, right?” I replied, “Just start kissing.” She leaned over and we started to kiss. Her lips warm against mine. The angle must have been difficult; she knelt on the car seat and continued the kiss even harder. I circled her back with her arms and pulled her closer. I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. She whispered, “They are almost even with the car.” She went back to kissing me. Duty or no duty my erection was at full mast. The feel of her lips on my lips and her breasts against me were impossible to ignore. I was tempted to test her with my tongue, but some instinct told me that maybe that might be pushing it. She whispered, “They are past.” I saw them continue down the street. Laura continued to lightly kiss me, but her part of the show was over. They stopped, looked both ways down the street, and walked into the drug house. I said, “Shows over Laura; we got them.” She broke the kiss and was sitting back down on the seat as her hand grazed my lap. Bam—her hand hit my erection. There was nothing to say, so I said nothing. Laura also managed to say nothing. The two nothings hung in the air; the sexual tension was hard to avoid. I finally said, “We better call it in.” An hour later Special Operations raided the house. It was a drug manufacturing operation and the kingpin was arrested with everyone else. Always looking for good public relations the media had been tipped at the last moment before the raid. They were there in force immediately after the raid. A microphone picked up the head man’s voice as he said, “It was the fucking kissing cops.” We were heroes for maybe about two minutes, but then the kissing jokes started. Laura was particularly upset about the jokes. I told her that it would pass as soon as it was someone else’s turn to be the butt. I was wrong. The kissing jokes continued. Tom O’Malley was the worst. He was a big six feet four inch Irish cop that weighed close to 275 pounds. He felt it was his job to tell anyone that would listen every joke ever made about kissing. I talked to O’Malley about easing up, but he ignored me. He said, “I’m just having fun…there is nothing wrong with jokes.” Laura continued to be pissed. Two days later she walked in before the start of our shift. She was smiling. I could see that she was in a great mood. I asked, “What’s with you.” She answered, “I just realized that I was looking at the jokes the wrong way; O’Malley is right; jokes can be funny.” The sergeant gave the word that the pre-shift meeting would start in five minutes. We assembled into the squad room and sat down. Teresa, Harry’s secretary, passed out a sheet of paper that was the agenda that the Harry would follow. Somewhat out of the ordinary, Teresa went to each person and gave them the agenda sheet. When I got mine I saw in bold letters, ‘Does Talcum Tom know the difference between talcum powder and itching powder?’ ‘Talcum Tom’ was O’Malley’s nickname. He was so large that his legs often chaffed if he had to do any significant amount of walking. So before he put his uniform on for each shift, the last thing he did was to sprinkle talcum powder over his crotch and between his legs so prevent the chaffing. Talcum Tom was sitting in the first row as the meeting started. Harry began to talk, but the squad was watching Tom. After two minutes we saw his hand gradually go to his crotch and scratched a little bit. Seconds later he did it again. One of the guys started to laugh but stopped when the Harry looked at him. It soon became obvious that Talcom Tom was in agony--the back of his neck was beet red and sweat was rolling down. He suddenly stood up and roared, “God damn it to hell” while his hands assaulted his crotch. The squad room was laughing tears and then Tom realized that the females officers were watching him scratch his balls. He ran from the room. Harry asked, “What the hell is going on.” That started the second round of laughing. One of the cops waved the sheet at the Harry who read it. He kept a poker face for a moment, and then he started laughing. Harry finally said, “OK you assholes, start the shift.” Laura and I walked through the room on the way to checking out a car. The talcum powder jokes were already starting. O’Malley was not in sight. We got into the car and I said, “Laura.” She answered innocently, “What?” I said, “You know what.” Laura grinned and said, “Teresa gave me the extra master key for the locks in the men’s locker room. It’s empty during third shift, so making the switch was easy. Teresa printed up the agenda. Tom’s agenda didn’t have that one extra line.” The kissing joke era was over for everyone but me. I couldn’t forget the kissing. Laura and I had been teamed up for six months now. Harry called us into his office. He obviously was upset, but got right into it. The mayor’s son had his leg broken by the goons of a local loan shark. The mayor was outraged which meant the police commissioner was outraged which meant that the captains…and so on. Harry said, “The loan shark guy has been doing it for twenty years. He is two bit, but we never get complaints about him. His goons are above average; they scare, but they never put people in the hospital. Witnesses said that the kid actually took a swing at the goons and broke his leg trying to run away. “It doesn’t matter. We are supposed to spy on him for a month to see who works for him and catch him in anything else he is doing, and then bust him. You two win the prize. “Collection day is every Friday night at the loan shark’s night club. It is a high class bar and dance room that is very popular. People come and go all night which is how he gets his business done. “For the next four Friday nights spend the evening there and watch who talks to him. We will show you pictures the next day and you can point out the people who talked to him. After a month of that, we will arrest him and anyone else we can prove is associated with him. At most he gets maybe six months. What a waste of time, but that’s the orders. “If there are no questions, have fun dancing. Central is paying for your booze on this one, so drink the expensive stuff.” The following Thursday Laura and I talked logistics. We finally decided that I would pick her up at her house and from there we would drive to the club. She had checked out the club with her friends; she confirmed that it really was a classy place, and that we had better dress appropriately. Friday night came and I rang the doorbell at Laura’s house. The door opened and her father said, “Come in Joe, she’s still getting dressed.” We talked about the good old days until I heard her coming down the stairs. I looked at my partner and froze. She was wearing a black form fitting dress cut down to the mounds of her breasts; two skinny straps connected to the material…if they broke she would be topless. The dress ended at mid thigh showing more leg than it was hiding. I was looking at more skin than clothes. She said defensively, “Well it is a high class place.” I stammered, “Hey, no complaints here.” Mike said, “The job sure has changed from my days.” I said, “Laura we better get going.” Mike said, “Joe, keep your hands above the waist.” Laura blushed violently red and said, “Dad, you are a dirty, old man.” I repeated, “Laura, we better going.” And we left. We arrived at the club and the valet took the car. We walked into the place and it was pretty crowded, but not full. I spotted our loan shark and saw an empty table not far from where he was sitting. I led Laura over to the table and we settled in. The waitress took our drink order—the good stuff just like the sergeant ordered—and relaxed. We had our first sip when I thought of something. I leaned over to Laura and whispered, “Are you carrying?” She said, “Yes.” I asked, “Where?” She grinned and said, “If you find it, I’ll slap you silly.” There was no good answer to that, so I said, “Let’s dance.” We stood up and walked by the loan shark. He was doing a crossword puzzle at the table. Two big guys sat with him looking bored to death. It was a slow song and as we reached the dance floor, she came into my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her hair smelled wonderful and as she relaxed, her breasts pressed into me. I thought, “What a way to make a living. She is beautiful.” A mind reader: She looked at me and grinned, and then returned her head to my shoulder. The song ended. We started back to the table. As we reached the loan shark I heard him say, “Five letter word for connection; do either of you idiots know what the answer is?” I heard Laura say loudly, “Nexus; it means a connection.” The loan shark looked up and said, “Why thank you very much pretty lady. It has to be that because I needed something with an ‘X.’ As we sat down Laura said, “We are here for a month so we might as well get familiar.” I had my doubts until minutes later the loan shark yelled to Laura, “Eight letter word meaning dull.” Laura thought for a second and yelled back, “Lethargy.” The loan shark looked down and then yelled back, “That’s it.” The next round of drinks the waitress said was on the loan shark. We danced all night. By the last dance we had progressed from hand to hand to Laura’s arms around my neck and my arms around her back…maybe closer to her ass than her back. I had an erection or two or three; Laura obviously felt me, but politely ignored my reoccurring difficulties. In between dances the loan shark yelled the crossword clues and Laura usually had the answer. We were one big, happy family. We did, however, watch who came up to the loan shark so that we could recognize their picture the next day. We were working after all. I carefully drove Laura back to her house. It would be a disaster if two on duty police officers were pulled in for DUI. I walked her to her front door. I looked at her and seeing no better option, leaned over and kissed her. She returned it. The next day we looked at pictures and pointed out the people we saw the night before. The week passed quickly. We were on normal street patrol. Friday came and I was ringing Laura’s doorbell again. Mike opened the door and said, “Come on in; she is still dressing.” We talked cop talk for a few minutes and then I heard Laura come down the stairs. I turned and looked and for the second Friday in a row, I stared. It was a dress…kind of. The top part of her dress showed bare shoulders and some halter top to cover her breasts. Then skin showing her slim, tight muscled stomach; finally more material starting at her waist and stopping mid-thigh. She said, “Dad, don’t you dare say a word. Joe and I are on duty, and this dress is part of the job. So don’t be a smart ass.” Mike looked at her and said quietly, “You are beautiful; just like your mother.” I said, “We better get going.” For the first five minutes of the drive Laura was quiet; her dad’s words had gotten to her. We walked into the club. It was full so we stood at the bar and had our first drink. The loan shark was at his normal table. We talked for a while and then I felt a touch on my elbow. It was a waitress. She said, “The people over there are leaving and the owner has reserved the table for you and your date. When they leave, I will get you.” Minutes later we were sitting at the table next to the loan shark. He grinned at us and said to Laura, “I’m stuck; four letter word and the clue is ‘brief passing words.’ ” She stopped and thought. Finally she grinned and said, “Obit.” He looked at his puzzle and nodded. He raised his voice and looked at the two bored men sitting with him and said, “The lady has the right answer again, you idiots are worthless.” We ordered a second drink and I asked Laura to dance. We made it to the dance floor and she came into my arms once again. This time my right hand felt nothing but bare skin. Mr. Erection came back in force; it would be a long night, but someone had to do it. It was the last dance. Her arms were around my neck; my hands were on her back pulling her to me. My erection was pushing against her pelvis, and maybe, I thought, her pelvis was pushing back. At her front door the kiss lasted much longer. Two more Fridays of bliss. Two more dresses; each as daring. Our last Friday came and Laura was back to a two piece dress leaving everything bare between her breasts and her waist. The table was now reserved for us; our club was fun, and our dancing almost sensual. Laura continued to help out our loan shark with his crossword puzzles. I walked her up to her front door on that last Friday after a night of fun. She turned and looked at me. We kissed; her arms around my neck, my hands on her naked back. And then my hands took over; sliding up her bare sides until I reached her breasts. My hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs lightly pressing her nipples through her halter top. She broke the kiss and stared at me. Moments later, she brought her mouth back to mine again. Our tongues dueled for the next three minutes—my hands gently squeezing her proud breasts; my thumbs exciting her nipples for those same three minutes. Reluctantly remembering Mike’s words, my hands stayed above her waist; I never found her gun. We finally said good night to each other. The Monday following the last Friday, Harry called us into the office. He said, “Your job is done. We know everybody who works for him because of your work. But don’t be surprised if nothing happens. The mayor’s son was busted last night for hit and run and DUI. He would make a terrible witness against the goons who broke his leg and the whole thing smells. My guess is that we will let the loan shark alone. “Since you are both here, I’ll give you your reward for a job well done—that booze bill you submitted to Central for expenses would choke a horse. We have two prisoners that need to be picked up at Rolling Water Prison. They are both punk teenagers caught on possession. They made a deal that if they testify against the distributor; their time is cut in half. We agreed. They need to be in court tomorrow at one o’clock. “You and Laura fly down this afternoon and bring the prisoners back on the morning flight. Teresa already made the plane and room reservations. Joe, this time drink the cheap stuff—Metro West is paying the expenses on this one. ” We each headed home to pack and agreed to meet at the airport. Things went fine—the plane was on time; we landed on time; and the motel actually had our reservations. The Rookie We decided to eat at the motel bar where sandwiches and not much else was served. I was sitting at the table as Laura came into the room. She was wearing our kissing sweater. She looked beautiful. We ate and drank a couple of beers and talked. Laura was happy that her friendly little loan shark was given a walk. She knew she couldn’t tell him anything, but I could tell she liked the old guy. I was happy to be with Laura. I paid the bill and we left the motel restaurant, taking an exit that led outside to our rooms. I reached for her hand and she took it. We walked slowly to my room; her room was two doors farther down. The sexual tension was thick as we tried to talk to each other for those last fifty feet—nothing intelligent came out. We stood outside my motel room door. She looked at me and we kissed. My tongue found her tongue; my hands pulled her body into mine. The kiss finally ended and I turned to open the door with the plastic key. The door lock clicked and I pushed the door open with her one hand; my other hand held hers. I pulled her hand gently; she followed me into the room. The door closed behind us. The lock clicked shut. Laura faced me and looked into my eyes. She had a grin on her face, but said nothing. My hands went to the bottom of our kissing sweater and looking at her, pulled it over her head. Laura kept looking at me; her grin never stopping. I reached behind her back and her bra was released. It fell to the floor. She stood there proudly. Her breasts jutted from her chest without any sag. Her areolas circled her tiny nipples which had begun to harden as the cool air of the air conditioning hit the heat of her nipples. I cupped her breasts and then leaned over and kissed the top of each breasts and then each nipple. Her hands went to my shirt. She undid the buttons and pulled it from me. We were equal; both naked from the waist up. Laura’s hands went to my belt. It opened and my pants fell to the floor. I reached behind her and undid the one button and pulled the zipper down. Her skirt followed my pants to the floor. I stepped forward and kissed her hard. My tongue tried to explore every inch of her mouth while her tongue did the same. I pulled her to the bed and we lay down on our sides facing each other. My hands went to her breasts again as I covered them and I said, “Partner, I think I love you.” She smiled and answered, “Think?” I answered her with a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. I pushed her gently so that she was laying flat on her bed as my tongue teased her chest and then her breasts and finally her nipples. She whimpered quietly. I put my mouth over her nipple and sucked. She gasped with pleasure. Minutes went by as I teased her upper body—every inch of her smooth skin was touched by my hands or my tongue. My hands and mouth found her belly button; my tongue teased it as my fingers went to her panties. I slipped them under the elastic and then I looked at Laura; through her breasts with the hard nipples to her eyes. She said, “Anything you want, I want Joe.” I stripped her now very wet panties from her; my shorts quickly followed. My mouth went to her hips and then her thighs. I heard the quick intake of her breath as I licked and teased her inner thighs. She spread her legs wider without my direction. She was asking for me. I smelled her sweat and her sex. It was an overpowering sensory overload as she moaned with pleasure. My fingers went to her vulva, separating her labia and then my finger went into her. She gasped with pleasure. Then a second finger. My fingers explored her vagina as my tongue pleasured her wet insides. I saw her clitoris swollen waiting for my tongue. She was quietly begging now…nonsensical words pleading for release. My tongue performed. Teasing was over; I entered her quickly; penetrating deeply into her, and then trying to go even deeper. The lust contest began. I tried to move more into her; she tried to take more of me into her. Our rhythm matched and her hips violently arched into me. As she came, I released myself. Pulse after pulse of my sperm burst into her. Her body arched one more time and she lay quiet. The contest for now was over. I kissed her mouth gently, my mouth sucking her lower lip and then releasing her for another kiss. Her hands touched my shoulders…gently squeezing them as if she had an after shock of sexual emotion. Then, even that stopped. I rose up on one elbow and looked at her; she was asleep. The next morning I quietly slipped from our bed as Laura slept. I went into the bathroom, took care of business and had a shower. I knotted the towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door. I thought of a silly saying that described this situation: “If she looks away, she feels guilty; if she looks at you, its love.” She heard the door open. She sat up and let the bed sheet fall from her. Her naked breasts were pointing at me; more important, my Laura was looking at me. I walked up to her and said, “I hope you slept well?” Without speaking her first word, she stood up and kissed me. During the kiss her fingers had found the loose knot of the towel; it fell to the floor. She guided me to the bed and had me sit on the edge. My erection was back. She knelt and held me between her fingers as her tongue licked my entire length and then again. Her hands gently caressed my balls. Finally showing mercy, she took me into her mouth. As my erection got bigger and the arousal demons took control of me only one thing was constant--she looked into my eyes and never looked away. I came in her mouth and she swallowed all that I had. We took a shower together and then dressed—Laura’s clean clothes were still waiting for her in her motel room. As we were about to leave the room, I said, “One more kiss.” She kissed me. I said,” It will be a shame that we can’t be partners any more.” I saw confusion in her eyes, and then fear. I continued, “Department policy says that when two offices marry from the same division, one of them must go to another division.” Her eyes went from fear, to understanding. They misted and then she was crying happy tears down her cheeks. She came to me for another kiss. This one lasted much, much longer. The Room I don't know what it is about me. I don't know if other women feel the same way as I do. But I just really get off when a guy eats my creampie. I mean, I like it when a guy goes down on me, and I like it when I can feel a guy cum in my pussy. But when a guy eats my creampie I go crazy. I cum and cum and cum. The thing is, most guys don't want to go down on you after they cum. So I came up with a plan... I knew it wouldn't be easy to pull this off, but if I could, I'd have so many orgasms I wouldn't be able to walk for a week. So I placed an ad in a swinger magazine: The Room Sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee, Katie glanced at her husband with a wondering look in her eyes. The night before had been so intense, with another woman climbing into their bed. Something he always wanted to try, but finally she let him have. Trying to see a change in him, he sat reading the paper intently. How much was he still thinking about her? Or did he just think about the whole thing and how it played out? He looked up at her and caught her staring at him with a sexy smile. "Did you have fun last night?" he asked, as the corners of his mouth curled. Almost not able to swallow her coffee, she managed to answer him. "Yes. It was a very intense evening." as her mind flashed back to a picture of him tasting the woman in their bed. The memory of his nose moving between her crease as his lips covered her sex. Picking up her coffee, she moved to the sink as she felt him get up, moving behind her. "Now I am wondering just how far I can take you." he says, his voice getting lower and heated. His hand begins to wrap around her waist, sneaking into her robe. His fingers lightly danced over her tummy, playfully touching the seam of her panties. His mouth at her ear as his free hand pulls her robe out to the edge of her shoulder, just waiting for a kiss. "Mmm. How much would it take to get you to completely let go?" he said, as chills were felt over her neck. She bit nervously at her lip. "After last night, I think I can handle anything." Her answer was more a question in her mind, but a statement for him just to see how far he would take it. "We will see, we will see." he said, finally kissing her, leaving small, wet traces all the way down her neck into the dip of her shoulder. With a small giggle, she turned in his arms. Pulling his head toward her, kissing him softly and slowly as if to capture the taste of his lips from where they had been last night. "You better go or your going to be late." she said, leaning back, noticing his eyes were still shut, his body pressing her into the sink. "I have plans for us tonight. Up for some more adventure?" he asks, with a look of seduction. His finger brings her chin up as he leans forward, biting the side of her neck. His teeth pull at her skin as if he wasn't going to let her go without an answer. "Sure." she says, in a rush. Releasing her, kissing the same place he bit her. He leaned back long enough to look into her eyes, his hand reaching up suddenly, slipping up into her hair. Grabbing a handful, he leans toward her, taking her mouth by surprise. His kiss heated and quick, he then releases her and lets her go, walking toward the front door. "Have a good day. I'll be thinking about you." he said, walking out the door, leaving her with her robe open, leaning up against the sink. She was off to work, dressed in a black suit with a short black skirt. Her satin shirt unbuttoned at the top, loosely hanging open. Wavy, long brown hair hanging off one shoulder, she leans forward, taking one last look into the mirror. Grabbing her keys off the table, picking up her camera bag, she walks out the door. Katie arrived at the studio. "Your 10 o'clock is here." said the lady at the front desk, handing her some messages. "Has she been waiting long?" she glanced back at her for an answer. "No. She arrived moments before you did. She is ready and waiting." the lady said as another phone call came in. Walking into the studio room, the lights pointed off in many different directions. The room was filled with abstract art, paintings on the walls, and sheer white material hanging off of ladders. Tables were full of pictures under low hanging lights as fans were blowing. Dance music played while people stood around talking. "Hey, what's everyone doing? Time to get to work!" she says, approaching the tri-pod standing at the edge of the carpet. Opening her bag she grabs her camera and begins to set up as she moves it off to the side. Undoing her jacket, she tosses into the chair. "Are you ready?" as she glances at a beautiful woman, laying nude across the over sized pillows. "You bet!" she says, eager to get started. Snapping shots one after another, only her mind was still focused on her husband's words. Distracted, not able to think, she paused for a long moment. "Okay! These shots are great, but we are missin' something." as she stops, looking around at all the men and woman. "Looking for something different?" a lady says, standing next to her with a clipboard in her arms. A gentlemen caught her eye, smiling with his hands in his pockets. His ripped jeans exposing tanned skin as it peeks through them. His shirt open, he stood there as everyone else did, waiting to see how the shoot would unfold. "Come here." her finger curled, getting his attention. "Take off your shirt. Oh, And your shoes too." she says. Tall and lean, he pulls the shirt from his muscular shoulders, exposing more of his skin. Dropping it to the chair beside him, he walks over to the beautiful woman. On her tummy with her feet up and crossed, her breasts pressed against the pillows, one of her soft nipples slightly exposed to them. He glances back over to her, waiting to see what she'll have him do. "Now. Crawl on your knees to her and take your time." with her camera ready, she watches him slowly crawl toward her. The beautiful woman uncrosses her feet, looking over her shoulder, watching as he approaches her. The camera snaps shots, one after another as the day went on into the evening. "I'm out. I need another roll." she says, looking down at the time. "Never mind, lets break for the day. Thank you all! Have a great evening!" grabbing her camera, she places it in her bag as people start to file out one by one. "I need some new shots done. Do you think you can help me?" She looks up and sees her husband leaning against the door with a sexy smile. "Hey! What are you doing here? I thought I'd see you back at home." she walks toward him, giving him a soft kiss. "It's time for that adventure." his grin turns serious. "Time to show me how bold you can be." She looked at him seriously, wondering what she'd gotten herself into. "Let me grab my stuff." "You won't needed it where we're going. Just leave it here. You can get it later." he says, filled with mystery. Walking out of the studio, a limo is parked at the edge of the curb. He walks toward the door, standing next to the driver. She hesitates. "Where are you taking me?" she says. "Get in! You want this, I know you do. It's time to get out from behind your camera." he said firmly. She got in and the limo began to move. Quiet during the ride, he said nothing. The limo came to a stop and the door opened. They got out and off in the distance is a concrete wall with a single door. He took her hand, walking toward it. A white sign posted on the door: Enter only with the card. Her husband took a key card from his pocket and slid it through. A clicking sound and the door opened. A tall, dark, muscular man stood inside the door and with a quick hand motion, he pointed down the ramp. They walked through as he tightly gripped her hand. A path leading down to a dark and open room was lit by black light. She could see many different hallways going off into different directions. Tables off in a corner near a small bar had stools and chairs, filled with a few men and woman. Standing for a few moments, sounds of women crying out are heard faintly. "Hey. You made it." a rough looking man walked up, standing next to her husband, shaking his hand. She watches another woman walk past them, blindfolded with a man pulling her along by her arm. "Is she ready for this?" he asks, looking at her husband. The sights and sounds that she sees leaves her speechless, trying to find the words to stop what is happening, but unable able to. A man suddenly approaches them, walking up behind her. He grabs her wrists, binding them with handcuffs behind her back. "Hey, what is this?" she says in protest. "We can leave anytime your ready, but I think you want to stay." her husband says with a wicked tone. Once her hands are bound, he grabs them, pulling her away from her husband, taking her down a long hallway as she took one last look at him. Arriving at a door, unlocked with a key, he pushed it open and pulls her arm, leading her into the room. Two other woman with their hands bound behind their backs are sitting on a bench. A very large window seen, only with a wire fence inside it, replacing where the glass would be, was directly across from them. A cold, concrete floor and small lights barely turned on hung on the walls around them. He led her to the bench, sitting her down at the end, walking away. The women were speechless with the same look in their eyes, waiting to see what will happen next as the man locked them in the room. So quiet you can hear a pin drop, suddenly they hear a different door open and then close. Three men walk into the other room. Seen standing on the other side of the wire window as they stop and look on at the women sitting on the bench. She sees her husband standing there with a stare that burns inside her body. A woman sighs next to her as an older man grips the wire fence in his hands, then releases it. Another woman looked on and saw the look of another man, his arms crossed as he took a long, hard look at her. A sound at the door. It opened slowly as they all look over to see a man, beginning to walk in. His body slowly appeared, tight leather pants, black boots and his glistening chest reflecting from the light. He turned, locking the door behind him. A key on the end of a chain, he begins to swing it around and around. "Looks like we are all here." his tone wicked and firm. Walking toward them, placing the chain around his neck. They heard his boots scuff the floor as he approached the bench slowly. Stopping briefly at the first woman, looking at her from above. Her hair blonde and short, he drags his fingers across the back of her neck. The next woman turns her head, peeking past her long hair as she watches him. Quickly turning her head, facing forward, he catches her glance and walks behind her. His hand drifts down her neck, slipping it into her soft and stretchy shirt. Her eyes shut as his hand cups around her breast, slowly moving his fingers. Pulling his hand away, he grabs the edges of her shirt, pulling it down over her shoulders. Her breasts flush pink with color, exposed, she stares forward with shadows cast by the men standing at the window. Leaving her, walking to the edge of the bench, he then turns, facing her. Lifting her quickly by grabbing her arm, he plays along her jaw line with his finger. Shaking, she looks at her husband as his eyes begin to fill with lust. He turns his head putting his cheek close to hers. "Tell me your name!" he says firmly. "Katie" she says with a quick breath. "Which one is he, Katie?" he says. Barely able to speak. "The man to the left." she says as he looks over at him. "Did he bring you here?" he asks with a evil grin, talking into her ear. "Yes" she says, her heart racing, feeling as though it's pounding in her chest. He suddenly moves with a push to her shoulders, making her sit back down on the bench. Walking to the next woman, he aggressively grabs her, pulling her up to the standing position. "Tell me your name!" he grabs her ass tightly with both his hands. "Liz" she says, her mouth dropping open, staring straight forward. "Which one is he, Liz?" as he bites at her ear, licking it with his tongue. "The older gentleman." Liz whimpers. "Are you going to punish him for bringing you here?" he says, turning his head, watching his facial expressions from behind the wire window. "Uh, yes!" her voice trembles, as he sits her back down on the bench, walking to the next woman. Pulling her up to a standing position, he presses on her back, bending her over. Standing beside her grabbing her chin firmly with his hand. "Tell me your name!" he says, slapping her ass. "Ohh...S-s-sarah." she blurts out with a gasp. "Well, I know who's here for you." he pulls her handcuffs, planting her back down onto the bench. He stands there, listening to the women breathe as he begins to walk around the bench. Suddenly he grabs Liz, pulling her out into the center of the floor, just feet away from the window. He unzips her skirt, pulling it off, throwing it to the floor. His fingers barely touch her ass. Purposely toying with her g-string, he breaks it, ripping it off her. Taking the chain from his neck, unlocking her hand cuffs, he tosses them to the side. Taking her shirt off, he drops it to the floor. Katie is in shock that her husband has found such a place. Her thoughts of wondering how far he will go begin to consume her. The anticipation of it makes her body feel alive. She sits and watches Liz standing in front of her, in her high heels with her legs spread. Revealed by the light, she catches a glimpse of her sex as his fingers appear, sliding between it. She glances at her husband, his eyes fixed, looking at her reaction as she turns back to watch them, as the man sinfully tortures her with his touch. The man suddenly kicks off his boots. Taking his pants off behind Liz, she waits with excitement. His body nude, every muscle hard as he begins to lean into her ear. "Want me to fuck you in front of him?" his voice demanding. "Uhh...yes." Liz whimpers. He suddenly grabs Liz, forcing her forward, making her grab onto the wire window. He grabs her hips tightly with his hands and enters her. She cries out, her moans followed by whimpers as Liz looks forward into the men's eyes before her. "I think he likes what he sees." he wickedly says as he enters her over and over, taking every bit of her excitement from her. Sitting on the bench, every nerve Katie's body was at it's edge. Her sex wet with excitement as she watches her husband gaze at the couple having sex. His stare fixed on Liz's eyes as the man moved on her, pressing her into the window. Katie turned her head and saw Sarah, biting her lip, wanting to break free of her hand cuffs. Looking back, Katie watched his hard body move behind Liz. His hips thrusting forward with his grunts mixing with her cries, coming quicker with each passing moment. Suddenly, Liz screams sharply then hangs onto the window, as Katie watches her cum violently. Breathless against the window, Liz stood motionless. A sound from the door as it was unlocked, the rough looking man walked in. Walking over to the bench, he reaches down grabbing Sarah and Katie's arm, leading them to the door. Katie glances back at Liz, she stands looking over her shoulder watching them leave. Walking down the long hallway, Katie's husband stands with his arms folded, waiting for her as they suddenly stop just before reaching him. "Stand here, don't move." he says, looking at Katie as he grabs Sarah, taking her into another room, then reappears, locking her in. Grabbing Katie's arm, they continue to walk until they stop. Unlocking her hand cuffs, she stands with an intense stare, looking at her husband. As soon as she is free, she briskly walks toward the door. "Ready to leave, eh?" he says, following her out the door. She walked toward the limo."I can't believe what you just put me through." She said, her voice sharp. Spinning her around, he presses her up against the limo. "Yeah? Well, if you didn't wanna' play, you wouldn't be here." he says, as his hand reached up under her skirt. Her sex was wet with excitement as his finger slides along her heated folds. "You were the one who wanted to be taken instead of Liz." he said heatedly, moving his fingers up a little higher, "You pressed up against the window." he says, moving his fingers, teasing her with a sudden grip. Her breath lost in his touch, his words weakening her mind. His hand slowly let go as he backs away. "Shall we go?" as he pulled the handle to the door, moving her away. She got into the limo, sitting across from him. With a long pause, he studies her face. "Katie, do you want this night to end or to continue? We can leave now and go home, the choice is yours." A long pause, she waits and she waits. The window began to go down behind her as her husband looked at the driver. The driver turned and looked over his shoulder, waiting for directions. "Just drive." he says, giving up on Katie's answer. With a tip of his hat, the window begins to close. "Wait!" Katie says, and suddenly the window stopped. "Don't end it." she stares into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts. "Driver, the drop off please." he says, looking at Katie. Another tip of the hat, the window goes up and the limo began to move. Katie's legs crossed, sitting back into the seat, taking in his cooled expression. Deep and intense, but with a soft smile, promising more pleasure. "You're thinking too much." he said, sliding off his seat and onto his knees. Placing his hand at her ankle, he lifted her foot, uncrossing her legs. His hands traveled up and onto her knees as his palms slid down inside her thighs, push them slightly open. Katie felt a sudden squeeze of pleasure as it clinched inside her sex. "Now, you don't need to think. You just need to feel." he said, reaching off to the side. Not turning her head, she watched his mouth get closer and closer to hers. Her lips parted, waiting for another hungry kiss. "Do you think you can do that?" his breath was at her lips, pulling a black silk scarf around the front of her neck. Her eyes drop, following it through his fingers. Toying with it, his eyes deepen with lust. "Yes" Katie's voice was restless, her eyes following the scarf as he pulled it up onto her eyes. He tied it tightly behind her head as his fingers glide from the back to her ears and onto her eyes, making sure she can't see. "Now that I've shocked your eyes with what you've seen. I'm going tease your ears and your sense of touch." his hands dropped down her shoulders, lightly brushed down her arms as they come to rest on her thighs. "No matter what happens, you will always her my voice and know I am there." he says with a calm tone. Her ears instantly began to pick up sounds as she feels his hands leave her thighs, his breath no longer felt, and the sound of the seat becomes clear, as he settles back into it. The limo moved along for what seems like hours, finally it slowed, coming to a stop. Katie heard the driver's door open and shut. And then another door opens. His hand at her arm, almost making her jump under his touch. "Don't bump your head." he says, helping her out of the limo, closing the door behind her. Standing there, hoping he won't let go of her arm, she puts her hand on top of his hand. "You know the pick-up time." her husband says. "Yes, Sir. " Katie hears the driver answer him as they begin to walk. Some light barely seen through Katie's blindfold, they pass through a doorway and then he stops her as they stand still, hearing the tone to a elevator. Stepping inside, he sets Katie against the wall. A tap sound and a button is pushed. Katie waits quietly with her mouth dry from being left open, her emotions getting away from her. Her heart pounding with every breath as the elevator slows, coming to a stop. Pulling her along, they walk down what seems like a long hallway, slowly coming to a stop. Katie's hand still on top of his, hearing a card slide as a door opens and they walk inside. A few more steps and he turns Katie, sitting her down. Wanting to touch anything, she put her hands flat beside her thighs, moving her fingers. Velvet smooth and soft to the touch, she leans back. Suddenly, catching her breath. "Ohh." She noticed there was nothing to lean up against. The Room "Mmm, get comfortable, Katie. Feels good doesn't it?" he says, as she hears ice cubes falling into a glass, turning her head toward the sound of his voice. His footsteps walking toward her as he sighs, hearing him sit down in front of her. Laying so still, she listens, waiting for him to say something. A slow and sinking feeling is felt next to her as the cushion gets heavy with weight. Fingers are felt at the buttons on her shirt, causing her breasts to rise and fall with every breath. One by one, they are undone. Her bra unclipped at the front as it was moved open with her skin feeling warm against his hands. Her shirt and bra straps are pulled down over her shoulders as Katie moves, allowing it to be pulled free. His weight shifts next to her, getting lighter as Katie begins to feel his fingers touch her ankles, slipping her feet from her shoes. His chest felt sliding between her legs as he leaned into her, unzipping her skirt at the side. With a tug, slid it down and free, his fingers slipped under her panties as they were pulled slowly off her hips and down until they become free of her ankles. His weight now felt at her side, becoming heavy again. "Are you excited Katie?" he spoke softly. With a sudden jerk, realizing the direction of his voice, her hands gripping the cushion, sitting up quickly. The sounds becoming more sharp and intense as her heart begins to skip a beat. "Those aren't my hands, Katie." he says, as she feels a finger touch her bottom lip. Her skin feeling like little spiders are running all over it. "And those aren't my lips." he said, as warm breath filled her ear, soft lips kissing down into the dip of her shoulder. Moments pass and Katie is paralyzed. The stranger's touch just feeding the liquid fire she feels burning inside of her. The strangers hand brushed across her hardened nipples for what seemed like seconds. Then it passed across her stomach as his hands pressed her shoulders back, making her lay back down. She felt his hands suddenly at each hip, then lightly dancing down her thighs. Stopping at her knees, he pushes them apart. Katie wetted her lips with her tongue, feeling her sex open to him as the cool air hit the hottest part of her body. "I love the way he touches you. Your reactions are making me so hot." with a heated voice, she hears her husband's body shift. With no warning, a sudden shock of cold, an ice cube slides between her exposed lips. "Oh, so cold." Katie's breath was taken away. With a small push, it disappears between them as his finger leave, the ice melting inside her. Soon after, the strangers warm breath is felt as he heats her sex, blowing on her softly. Quivering from the sensation. "Mmm, looks so good. Your sex wants his mouth and tongue, doesn't it Katie?" her husband demanded an answer. "Tell me! Or I won't let you feel it!" his voice rough and sharp. "Uhhh, yesss, Please!" Katie whimpered, putting her hands above her head, gripping the cushion tightly. "Taste her. I want to watch her body move." her husband says to the stranger. Her wet folds parted as his cold fingers were felt and then his tongue, fishing for what is left of the ice cube. Deliberately, he curls it, pushes and presses against her heat. Her muscle squeezed around his tongue, pulling at it with each pass as she starts to moan softly. "Mmm. Oh no, he can't find it, can he Katie? You're so hot, it's all melted." her husband's laugh turned wicked as his voice begins to change direction. Katie heard him walk around her, sitting down above her. Her hips rising up to meet his mouth as the stranger grabs her ass with both hands, holding it tightly. Her moans came quicker and more sudden as she felt her husband peering over her, a hidin' trail over her breasts down her stomach and between her sex. "Slow down. Very slow, barely touch her." he says to the stranger. The stranger's tongue stopped and started with long pauses in between as she suddenly felt her husband touch her wrists. Cold metal, followed by clicks as her wrists were bound. "I bought these just for you, Katie." he says, as she felt him lean over her. "Does this excite you?" his breath was at her lips, brushing past them, kissing the side of her cheek. She felt his lip again, up and over her lips as he kissed the other cheek. "Yes..." her breath caught as she raised her chin. "Stop touching her!" he says to the stranger. " Flip her over." She whimpers as he holds her wrists. The stranger's warm tongue moved as she feels the last lick to her sex, his hands grip her hips tightly, quickly turning her over as he pulled her up onto her knees. Up on her elbows, her hands bound together below her chin, at the edge of the cushion. "Now. Just tease her." he orders the stranger, and he begins kissing the soft skin on her ass. His kisses turned into biting as she wiggled under his touch. "Do you know how hot you look with your ass up in front of his face? He wants you so bad. He's just waiting for me to tell him to fuck you. Can you hear him breathing? He's so hard for you." his voice tantalizing. The stranger begins to lick her sex, holding her ass tightly in his hands. "Uhh, yes! Don't stop!" Katie moans, her voice weak. She feels her finger as her husband began to suck on one of them. The sensation felt as one while the strangers mouth pulled and sucked her sex into his mouth, with each tug, her body jolts. Her husband bit her finger then released it. "How bad do you want it?" his voice tempting. Her moans almost one right after another as the stranger stopped suddenly, moving his warm tongue away. "Make it sting!" another order as a slap is felt across her ass, another, seconds later. "Answer me!" he demands. "Uh, yes! Yes, please! I want it now!" Katie cries. "Make her cum." with a demanding tone as the stranger grabbed her quickly and entered her. With the sharp sting to her ass, her skin felt tortured with pleasure as his hands pulled her onto to him, over and over. Her cries turned deep and low and she began to shake. "Come on, cum for me Katie." her husband panted over her as he sucked on the end of her finger again, tickling it with his tongue. The stranger's moans were heard loudly and the noise of their skin slapping together got quicker. "Oh, yes! Uhh!" Katie moaned as her breath skipped, stopping and starting between each wave. Her intense convulsing caused the stranger to release into her as she felt all his warmth fill her. Collapsing on the cushion, her knees gave out on her. Out of breath, she laid still, listening. The edge of the cushion toward her knees becomes lighter as she feels the hand cuffs fall off her wrists. Soft kisses to her ear and then a small tug, the blindfold was released from her eyes. Pulled free, she opened her eyes and saw her husband's smile. Warm with an intense grin. "And many more adventures to come." he laughs, listening to her breathing as it slowed down. The Room Self-catering cottage nestling in a remote valley in Derbyshire. This 2-bedroom farmhouse dates from the 17th century and has many original features, yet is luxuriously furnished and equipped. Its magical atmosphere and peaceful surroundings makes this the perfect place for a romantic getaway, to rekindle old relationships or spark new ones ... Click here for tariff and full details. ============ I met Jan on my first day at university, and fell in love with her immediately. She was tall and willowy, with cascades of auburn hair framing a pretty face. She was fun to be with, always ready to party, but also intelligent and thoughtful. I worshipped the ground she walked on, and tried to be with her as much as possible. Unfortunately Jan didn't share my feelings for her. She was a reliable friend but nothing more; always ready for an intellectual discussion or for going to the pub with a group of mates, but either she didn't fancy me or she was saving herself for her husband, for she didn't date as far as I knew. Eventually I learned to live with my unrequited lust and stopped trying to seduce her; it had come very close to destroying our friendship, and I dared not risk that. After a few years I fell in love again and got married; Jan followed suit shortly afterwards – we went to each others' weddings and the four of us became and stayed firm and loyal friends throughout bringing up children. Jan and Russell lived at the other end of the country, so we didn't see them that often, but we'd visit occasionally and also meet up with other university friends. Every time I saw Jan I wondered how life would have panned out if she had responded to my advances and we had ended up married. She and Russell seemed to have a loving relationship - they still held hands when out walking, for instance - and although I liked him a lot I felt obscurely jealous of the fact that he had had sex with Jan countless times ... One year – by that time we were all in our early fifties and the kids had left home – they invited us to share a little cottage they had booked in Derbyshire. Of course my wife Debbie and I accepted immediately – there were few people with whom we would rather have shared a cottage, and we looked forward to long walks, good food and conversation, and sizeable amounts of wine being consumed. Arrangements were duly made and we arrived at the remote farmhouse about half an hour before Jan and Russell, lit the fire (it was March) and chose one of the two double bedrooms – the one we thought was the less desirable, to be polite, although in fact the whole place was luxuriously appointed. Jan and Russell arrived and we kissed and hugged and cracked open a bottle of wine. Jan sorted out the food they had brought while Russell unpacked their clothes upstairs. It was a very old house with many quirky features – a stone spiral staircase, for instance, as in a castle – and it took us a while to locate some of the facilities we wanted, such as a washing machine. The weather forecast was not good and I anticipated we might need one if we went walking in the rain. 'There doesn't seem to be a drying room, or anywhere to air stuff off,' Debbie observed. 'Oh, there's a big cupboard under the eaves off our bedroom,' Russell said. 'More like an extra room really. The hot water tank's in there, it'd be ideal for drying stuff off.' The website had made a big feature of the wild birds which frequented the garden, and being something of a twitcher I had brought my big phallic telescope and tripod, and set it up in front of the picture window which looked out onto the garden and down the valley. 'Well, that'll give us something to do if it rains all the time,' laughed Jan. 'That and playing Scrabble.' 'Yes, we can watch the neighbours,' said Debbie. 'Except there aren't any.' My wife and I cooked the meal that night (the couples planned to alternate) and we ate and drank to repletion. I normally go to bed pretty early, and get up at dawn, but tonight everyone else seemed of a like mind too, and we tottered off upstairs before 11. Jan was looking desirable in thin tight jeans and a blouse, and I wished that I was accompanying her to bed. She's aged well – her hair is shorter but still startlingly ginger, her figure still slim apart from a little tummy. I resolved to vent my lust on my wife, but in fact I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. I awoke early, as usual, and pottered downstairs in the silent house to make a pot of tea and look at the birds, as always more active at dawn. To my delight a greater spotted woodpecker clung to one of the feeders. After a while I heard a noise, and turned to see Jan come into the room. She looked sleepy and her hair was tousled, her face without any make-up, which made her look older but prettier and more vulnerable. She wore a full-length blue silk nightie with spaghetti straps and from the way the morning sun outlined her body it was clear that there was nothing under it. She squinted at me. 'Morning. Anything interesting to see?' Jan's voice is soft and husky at the best of times. 'Woodpecker. Come and have a look. Oh, there might be some tea in the pot.' She sat next to me on the bench which I had placed in front of the window and peered through the telescope. I felt the warmth of her hip against mine. In aligning the 'scope again I automatically put my arm around her waist, letting my hand rest casually on her hip. Only a flimsy layer of silk was between me and her naked skin. Jan can be very affectionate, although she doesn't flirt, and we quite often put our arms around each other. This time I felt her arm around my waist too, and when she had looked though the 'scope we just sat there like an old couple. Jan rested her head against my shoulder. 'I had the most amazing sex last night,' she said softly. We hardly ever discussed sexual matters, at least not in a personal context, so I was rather surprised at this conversational gambit. 'Hmmnn?' 'Mmm. I had dozens of orgasms. I'm still tingling.' I couldn't think of a suitable response, and just concentrated on the feel of her tingling warmth under my hand. 'I suppose,' she mused, 'if I'm honest, I've never really enjoyed sex much.' 'Really?' 'Oh, don't get me wrong, I mean, I like sex, of course, but only as part of making love. I've never been bothered about it for its own sake.' 'But last night ...?' 'Last night – all night in fact – I just couldn't get enough. I just wanted sex, pure undiluted raw sex. Love didn't come into it ...' I wish I'd been there, I thought, and stroked her hip, confirming the absence of panties. 'Nothing wrong with that.' I was conscious of an erection stiffening rapidly in my trousers. A glance showed that her nipples were hard. 'No ...' she chuckled. 'I'll see if Russ wants a cup of tea. He's worn out, poor guy.' She got up slowly, trailing her hand across my back, and the spell was broken. I watched her in the kitchen, her body languid with orgasmic afterglow, caressed by the flimsy silk. Jan was still a very desirable woman. She took two cups upstairs and didn't reappear; I imagined her slipping into bed again and awakening her husband with further demands. My erection took a very long time to subside. Later, when everyone was up and breakfasted, we decided to go for a walk anyway, despite the showers which had now set in. We could take in a pub lunch on the way. Waterproofs and boots were donned, and we set off. After lunch it rained very hard, and we all ended up rather damp even with the waterproof gear. By mutual consent we took a short cut back to the cottage and stood in the hallway dripping and laughing. We shed our waterproofs and I made a big pot of tea while the others went upstairs to shower and change. My wife was down fairly quickly but Jan and Russell took ages – I wondered if Jan's new-found love of sex had delayed them. Maybe I was right, for when they appeared both were looking flushed and happy. Jan's smile lights up a room, and once again I found myself falling in love with her. I showered in our en-suite, and when I emerged, wrapped in a towel, Debbie was there sorting clothes, elegant in a long woollen dress and boots. 'Russ says we can dry our clothes in their room,' she said. 'Is that your walking stuff?' – indicating a pile on the floor. 'Mmm, I'll come with you. I want to have a nose around this house. Maybe there's a priest hole somewhere.' I followed my wife into Jan and Russell's bedroom. If I had been hoping to see evidence of raw sex on a tousled bed, I was disappointed – the bed was neatly made and there was no underwear strewn across the floor. But the thought that this was where Jan had had 'dozens of orgasms' last night gave me an almost instant, powerful erection. The towel tented alarmingly. Debbie was in the dark extra room that served as an airing cupboard, and when she emerged I saw her eyes light up. I noticed that her nipples were fiercely erect, even through her dress and bra. Her body swayed sinuously. She smoothed her hands down over her hips and licked her lips. She was the epitome of woman. I swept her dress up to her waist, crushing my erection against her stomach. She clung to my neck and lifted herself so that her legs clasped me around the waist. I fumbled her thong out of the way and sank my aching cock into her already wet puss. We fucked up clumsily against the wall, Debbie stuck her tongue in my ear and her hot breath rasped while her fingernails raked my back. Within a few minutes she had moaned through a powerful orgasm – unusual, as she normally needs quite a bit of foreplay. I could feel warm juices trickling down my leg. My knees were starting to ache so I walked us over to the bed and fell backwards on it, still buried deep in my wife. She pushed herself up on her arms and started to ride me vigorously, mouth open and nostrils flaring. Loud liquid noises came from her puss as she pumped it up and down on my cock, and before long another orgasm had ripped through her. Her arms failed and she collapsed on top of me, so I rolled us over and fucked her on her back, her legs locked around my waist. Debbie achieved another two climaxes before my self-control failed and I pumped an unreasonable amount of sperm deep into her. We lay there sweating and panting while her puss quivered around my still firm cock. We hadn't shagged like that for many a year. 'Oh wow!' Debbie gasped. 'Wow! That was ...' 'Amazing. You're a sex goddess, and I love you.' She kissed me passionately, then wriggled. 'I'm leaking like mad. I hope we haven't messed up their duvet.' I found a box of Kleenex on the bedside table and held a bunch against her hot puss while I slid my still erect cock out. Debbie staggered to her feet, holding her crotch inelegantly, and looked at the bed. 'Phew, no drips!' She straightened the duvet and looked at me, and my sperm-flecked cock, with lustful eyes. 'Come on, lover, we'd better have round two in our own room. Cover yourself up, you'll frighten the horses with that thing.' I followed her into our bedroom, eager to strip her naked and get stuck into round two, but by the time we had shut the door my erection had subsided and Debbie had nipped into the bathroom to clean herself up. Eventually she emerged looking presentable but still radiant, her nipples still hard, but I sensed that further sex was not on the agenda. 'We'd better go downstairs, they'll be wondering what's going on.' The sudden explosive shag had livened me up considerably. Jan grinned at me when I went into the lounge, and I gave her a wink. Had she heard any noises filtering through from upstairs? She too was looking desirable in a mid-calf orange cotton dress with puffed sleeves and a low scoop neck that showed off her long neck. Throughout the evening I kept imagining both women, pussies still tingling inside, their labia tender, hoarding the remnants of their men's sperm deep in their bodies. I caught glimpses of Jan's strapless bra and its contents when she bent over the table, and compared it with my wife's larger bust outlined by the tight woollen dress. God, they were both beauties! As the evening grew late, I could see that Jan and Russell were in an almost indecent haste to get to bed, but were too polite to say so. I yawned prominently a few times and said that I was ready to turn in – which was not unusual. The others quickly agreed. Jan said goodnight and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek – I could almost feel the sexual heat radiating from her. Desirable as my wife is, if I had been given a free choice at that moment, it would have been Jan I would have taken to bed. I went upstairs and lay waiting for my wife to join me, but I could hear noises downstairs as she tidied up, and gradually sleep overtook me. In the morning she was dead to the world next to me, while I was wide awake and fidgety listening to the dawn chorus. I got up, dressed and went downstairs to my telescope and had a quiet hour observing. The door to the stairs opened softly and I turned to see Jan appear, once again in her blue nightdress, feet bare and hair awry. Her nipples on the small breasts were hard and dark under the thin silk. Without a word she sat next to me and put her arm around my waist. I did likewise, stroking her hot smooth hip. 'Good night again?' I murmured. 'Amazing,' she said huskily. 'I didn't know I could come so many times. I didn't know Russ could either, come to that. I must confess, I'm just a little bit sore. It must be that bedroom that does it. Whenever I go in there I feel ... well, I feel like I need sex very very badly.' She chuckled softly. I glanced at her – she was looking out at the garden and her profile was soft and delicate, glowing with happiness. The strap of her nightie had slipped down over her shoulder and most of her breast and nipple was exposed – she didn't seem to have noticed. 'I've got a confession too,' I said. Jan leaned her head against my shoulder. 'Yesterday, when Debbie and I were upstairs, we'd gone into your room to put some stuff in the drying room. We suddenly wanted each other – I mean, really urgently. So we just shagged there and then. In your bedroom. It was really powerful. I hope we didn't leave any evidence.' Jan was silent – I hoped I hadn't offended her. The breast and nipple were now completely exposed. 'It must be the room,' she said eventually. 'How strange. I'm glad you told me.' 'How did you feel when you first arrived – I mean, when you first went into your bedroom?' 'I'm trying to remember. I was quite tired from the driving. I think – I felt comfortable in the room, relaxed, even a bit excited. Maybe it doesn't work when you're on your own. Or maybe I'm not used to feeling horny!' She flashed me a guilty grin, and I hugged her tighter. 'Well, you're used to it now.' She nodded slowly, then sat up and adjusted her strap – so, she had noticed. 'Hey, we're talking nonsense. It can't be anything to do with the room. It's just coincidence.' Jan is the ultimate rational humanist. 'Let's hope it lasts, though.' She squeezed my waist, and I was very close to going down on one knee and confessing that I loved her helplessly, had always loved her, would give up everything for her ... Jan got up and touched the tip of my nose with her finger, a gesture of affection she had. 'Yes, let's hope so. I'm off to bed again.' She gave me a wink and went upstairs with a swirl of silk around her naked body. I was left to nurse my erection. After breakfast we decided on a route and fortunately the rain held off until lunchtime, but when we emerged from the pub, where we had left one of the cars, it was gloomy and wet and looked set that way. Russell is into old churches and especially their organs, and proposed a tour of the local villages. Jan made a face – she's a fundamentalist atheist and says she feels uncomfortable even going into a church, in use or not. She said she would rather go back and read her novel. My wife is into architecture, as am I, in a smaller way, and was quite keen on an ecclesiastical exploration. 'I'm not bothered,' I said casually. 'I'd just as soon have an afternoon in front of the fire. Why don't Jan and I walk back to the cottage and you two can look at rood screens and clerestories or whatever? We can make a start on the dinner.' 'You're sure that's OK?' Russell asked his wife, and after a certain amount of polite demurral it was agreed. I was keen to spend some more time alone with Jan, possibly leading to who knows what, and by her readiness to let Russell go off with Debbie I hoped that maybe she was thinking along the same lines. We said farewells and Jan and I walked back in the drizzle, chatting about anything that came into our heads (except sex). We didn't get so wet this time but I went upstairs anyway to shower and change, to make myself presentable and squeaky-clean in case anything developed. I had seen that Jan's nipples were erect; when she took off her waterproof they were poking against her top – in fact she had given me a rueful grin and pushed them in with her fingers, as if to say, they have a life of their own. This was a hopeful sign. I spent a long time over my toilet and emerged onto the landing. Jan's door was open a crack and I listened to check whether she was in the shower. The only thing I could hear was a very low moaning sound. Thinking she might be unwell I peeped my head around the door. Jan was on her knees leaning against the side of the bed, still in her walking trousers and top. I thought at first that she was unwell, then I noticed that she had an arm down in front of her. Her hips were moving slowly. I realised with a shock that she was masturbating! I could see the material of her trousers tightening as her hand massaged her pubes. I could sense the tension building up in her body. As I watched her moans grew more intense, although still quiet, and then her whole body shook and her hips jerked. Her spasms eased and she was still, and then her hand began to move again ... I was rooted to the spot. I wanted to go in, to take her in my arms and feel her climaxing against me, but something, some vestige of guilt, stopped me. I was unable to disturb her in her private world of ecstasy – and to be honest I wasn't quite sure what her reaction would be. I watched while she shuddered through another climax and then tiptoed away downstairs. Much later, Jan appeared, in the same orange dress as yesterday, looking freshly washed and very relaxed. Her post-orgasmic glow was obvious – or maybe I was just imagining it, knowing what she had been doing. She gave me a lovely smile and asked me if I wanted some coffee. Drinks procured, she lay on the sofa with her knees up in front of the log fire I had lit and we chatted, but I could tell she wanted to read and soon we fell into a companiable silence – almost like an old married couple, I thought. Would her sexuality have been awakened earlier if she had married me instead of Russell? When I got up to put another log on, I noticed that Jan had fallen asleep, her head to one side. She looked younger and vulnerable – I imagined waking up every morning with her head next to mine on the pillow. I felt a great wave of love for her. Just then my mobile phone buzzed. It was Debbie. 'Hi, you OK?' I walked into the kitchen to try and avoid waking Jan. 'Yeah, fine, just sitting by a nice warm fire. What about you? Seen any good organs?' 'Well, thing is, we're at _____ and there's a concert on tonight. Local choir and orchestra, doing some Monteverdi and Palestrina and stuff, it sounds really good. Russ is really keen and so am I. Do you fancy coming along?' 'Um, no, not really. I'm not into that early stuff. But you go, I don't mind.' The Room 'Will you ask Jan if she wants to come?' 'I'll ask her but I think I know what she'll say.' I went back into the lounge. Jan was awake but looking a bit groggy. I held my hand over the mobile to mute it. 'They want to know if we want to go to a concert tonight. Early church music, choir and things.' Jan made a face. 'I'll let you talk to her,' I said, and handed her the phone. 'Hi Debbie.' Jan's voice was even huskier than usual. 'Yes, I must have dozed off ... I didn't realise the time ... mmm ... not, not really, it's not my sort of thing ... yes, I see ... how far is that? ... no, it's OK ... honestly ... I don't mind ... we could warm it up when you get back ... oh, OK ... yes ... well, have a lovely time, I'm sure you'll enjoy the concert ... yes, will do. Bye!' I looked at her interrogatively. 'They're going to the concert. It starts at 7:30 so they won't have time to get back here and eat beforehand – this village is about an hour's drive away. They're going to get something there – I said we'd fix ourselves dinner. Hope that's all right with you. I couldn't stand an evening sitting on a hard pew in some draughty church listening to little boys warbling.' 'That's fine,' I said, trying to hide my glee. A romantic dinner à deux with Jan was one of my recurrent fantasies. 'There's only one problem though.' 'What?' 'We'll have to drink twice as much wine.' She grinned. 'I'm sure we'll cope!' We decided on a simple pasta-with-sauce, garlic bread and parmesan, followed by some chocolate sponge we had brought with us. It didn't take long to prepare and soon we were sitting down with glasses of red wine. I proposed a toast 'To us.' Jan looked at me quizzically but responded. I had a sudden image of her lying on her bed masturbating that afternoon – an image which recurred several times during the meal. It was very distracting. We talked about old friends, those we still knew and those we had lost touch with, and the wine disappeared quickly. Jan has quite a capacity for drink and I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep pace with her and still retain my powers, but at least it would loosen her inhibitions. I didn't try to steer the conversation round to the subject of her bedroom and its effect on her sex life – and mine - but I think she felt, as I did, that the topic was hovering in the wings. 'Well, that was lovely,' she said when the dessert was finished, along with the bottle. 'Should we open another, d'you think?' 'Depends if we're going to leave the washing up for the others.' 'That would be evil. Come on, it won't take long.' I followed her into the small kitchen. We had managed to avoid getting in each other's way while cooking, but now it seemed as if we were bumping into each other all the time – was it the alcohol or was Jan just less careful about avoiding contact with me? In a short time everything was cleared away. I took her hands in mine and she smiled at me happily. It was now or never. 'Will you come upstairs with me? I want to try an experiment.' 'What sort of experiment?' 'Come and see.' 'I'm intrigued,' she laughed and let me lead her into her bedroom. We sat on the bed, facing, and I took her hands again. My erection grew rapidly. We looked at each other, silently, searchingly. I could tell that Jan had divined the object of the experiment, and soon I saw her shoulders sag minutely. 'It's no good,' she whispered. 'I can't fight it.' I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, and suddenly we were locked together in a hot wet passionate open-mouthed tongue-twining kiss. My heart thumped. Her hands roamed frantically over my shoulders and chest and down to my waist, all over my back, then fumbled with my fly. I pushed her dress up over her thighs and felt for her panties, all the while kissing her breathlessly. Our urgency to couple was ferocious and unstoppable. She had got my trousers and pants down to my thighs and my cock had sprung out, rampant and rigid. I'd managed to work her panties down to her ankles. Suddenly Jan broke the kiss. 'I want to see!' she gasped. She spread her long pale thighs wide and I looked down and saw her pussy, open, wet, and welcoming in its nest of ginger hair. I placed my cock at her entrance and we craned our necks to watch it slide easily into her. Jan was deliciously hot and quivery inside; it was almost as if her muscles were sucking me in. As my pubes touched her clitoris she fell backwards onto the bed pulling me on top of her, and I commenced to fuck her hard and fast, my pent-up lust driving me fiercely into her soft core. It was so beautiful that I wanted it to last for ever, but our bodies decided otherwise. Jan was making agonised mewling noises and I could feel her vagina clutching at my root. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but her orgasm just kept on renewing itself and soon I exploded inside her, filling her with sperm. I collapsed on top of her; her vagina continued to throb around me and my cock continued to pulse slowly. 'Oh god, Jan, I've wanted to do that for 35 years,' I said when I got my breath back. 'I know.' There was a wealth of meaning in those two words. She covered my face with hot moist kisses and squeezed my cock with her pussy. 'You're still hard. And you're squashing me. Come on, roll over, I need to ride you.' We rolled over and she rode me, hard, her cum-filled pussy squishing up and down on my column. She ground her crotch against my pubes and rotated her hips so that her muscles pulled my cock from side to side. All the time she kept up her rhythmic squeezing of my root. If I hadn't just cum it would have brought me to orgasm in a few seconds flat. 'Oh, this feels so good!' Jan moaned. 'I'm going to cum again!' And she did so, with that high mewling sound that betokened abandoned ecstasy. When her shuddering had subsided I pushed the dress off over her head – I had noticed before dinner that she had dispensed with a bra. Her naked body was slim and pale, her nipples pink and hard on her small breasts. I rolled them between my fingers and she shivered. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on my knees, and while I kneaded her breasts she rose and fell on my cock. I could see it disappearing between her deliciously stretched labia. Another orgasm ripped through her slim frame. She leaned forward, fumbling to undo my shirt, her pussy still throbbing around me. She was wild-eyed. 'I can't stop cuming! I've never felt like this in my life!' My hand roamed over her hot skin; her whole body was trembling with the aftershocks of her last orgasm and the beginnings of the next. Again those keening cries, and she fell forward and convulsed around my cock, while I held her taut buttocks and felt her anus opening and closing under my fingertip. In that position, pinned under Jan's climaxing body, I was effectively helpless, and I must admit there was nowhere in the universe that I would rather be. For 35 years I had loved and lusted after Jan, and here she was impaled on my cock, naked and orgasmic, her internal muscles trying to suck more sperm from my taut balls. I tried to resist the urge to pump my hips, to ram my erection even further into her hot liquid core, and succeeded for a while during which she must have cum another two or three times. But eventually I had to let my body do what it wanted. Jan was almost lifted off the bed with the violence of my thrusts. I wanted to force my cock right up into her stomach, into her chest. My balls were aching and I needed to cum fiercely. 'Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!' she gasped. 'Come on, pump it into me, cum in me, fill my cunt with your spunk!' I had never heard such words from Jan's polite lips before. It sent me over the edge. As she convulsed with another orgasm I erupted and fired jet after aching jet of sperm up into her. My balls were milked dry, and still I pulsed. Even before her own spasms had died away, Jan lifted off my cock and straddled me. Her pussy, the labia swollen and gaping, trickled whiteness onto my chest. She turned around and bent her head and took my softening cock into her mouth. Her crotch dripped onto my neck. Heedless of the mess, I gripped her hips and pulled her down over my face and speared my tongue deep into her hot wet tunnel. The taste of my spunk mixed with her tangy juices was heady, and to my amazement I felt my cock start to swell again in her mouth. What Jan lacked in expertise she made up for in enthusiasm. Her lips and tongue bathed my erection, cleaning the cum off and replacing it with saliva. One fist cupped my balls while the other squeezed the base of my shaft. She sucked and licked tirelessly. Soon I heard her gagging and coughing as she tried to force my cock down her throat. I was not idle either. I made love to her pussy with my mouth and tongue and nose and face, relishing the cocktail of fluids which oozed out of her tunnel. I sucked her labia into my mouth and nibbled and chewed and licked them. I teased her taut perineum and sweet little anus with my tongue tip, and licked her ridged walls of her vagina. And of course I fastened onto her firm little clitoris and gave it the benefit of my years of practice with my own wife. Soon Jan was cuming again, hot breath rasping against my cock. I don't know how long we stayed in that sixty-nine. Time seemed to stop and we entered another dimension where the only objects were our sexual organs and our mouths, where Jan seemed able to climax repeatedly without tiring and my cock stayed as hard as rock. Her fluids trickled down around my ears. After many eons my tongue began to ache, and maybe Jan's jaws did too. Our caresses died away gradually, and she slid off me onto the bed. I struggled up. Jan was lying on her back, arms and legs akimbo, with a beatific smile on her face. Her slim body was blotched where it had been pressed against me, and a pink flush covered her chest. Her sparse pubic hair was dark and matted with wetness. I knelt between her thighs, my cock red and still rampant, and inspected her body, waves of love and renewed lust surging through me. She watched me through smoky eyes. I knew that she would let me do whatever I wanted to her. 'We should definitely have done this sooner,' I said, trailing my fingertips across her stomach and thighs. 'About 35 years sooner.' 'I was a fool,' she whispered. 'I decided I would save myself for when I got married.' My fingers almost of their own accord were playing with her labia, and soon two of them slipped inside her entrance where they were gripped and sucked further in. I curled them round and stroked the front wall of her vagina, holding her eyes. 'Oh, that's lovely! I never knew what sex could be like until this week. I think I'm going to cum again!' She did so, pumping her bottom into the bed, dragging my hand with her. I could see the muscles in her abdomen tensing and relaxing as the climax coursed through her. My cock ached. When she could breathe again, she said 'Fuck me again! Oh, I need to be fucked so much!' I turned her over – quite roughly – and dragged her hips up so that she was kneeling on the edge of the bed. Her labia stuck out from between her slim thighs. I plunged my cock gratefully into her hot tunnel, hitting bottom on the first stroke. Jan gave a cry of delight. I gripped her hipbones and pumped into her with renewed lust, watching her anus distort with each stroke, marvelling at the way her labia clung to my shaft as it was withdrawn, as if they didn't want to release it. My erection felt as if it was carved from granite and would be quite able to fuck her all night and the next day too. I remained standing and just pulled Jan's hips back and forth, almost masturbating myself with her body. In a few minutes she was tensing her muscles and climaxing around my cock. I crouched on the bed and Jan rested her head on the duvet, her arse in the air. In that position I could use my weight to shaft her deeply from above, but however hard I pounded her poor pussy she didn't complain, just grunted with delight and sooner or later convulsed in another orgasm. We collapsed onto the bed and I reared above her, thrusting against her clenched buttocks, cock head rebounding off the front of her vagina, which she made it noisily obvious that she enjoyed. I rolled us over so that I was on my back and Jan was on top of me, on her back also. Her thighs flopped either side of my legs, my cock was still buried deep inside her. I cupped her pubic mound on my hand, squeezed her right breast with the other, and started to masturbate her, a finger either side of her clitoris and one caressing its tip. Jan commenced a series of almost continuous orgasms, her pussy squeezed my cock in a slow rhythm, waves of contractions moved up her vagina as if trying to pull me even further in. I closed my eyes to let the sensations drown me, and drifted away to an altered state of pure bliss ... I was brought back to reality by hot breath against my ear and my wife's voice whispering hoarsely, 'We guessed what you'd be doing.' Her tongue licked my ear sloppily. 'He's fucking me from behind,' she gasped. 'I'm going to cum!' She did so, loudly. I don't think Jan even noticed, she was so completely absorbed in her own orgasmic heaven. I turned my head to see Debbie, naked, on all fours next to me. Russell knelt behind her and plumbed her vigorously, his eyes shut, the sinews in his neck standing out. Debbie's breasts swung back and forth, her lips were swollen and her mouth open with lust. I kissed her wetly while continuing to stroke Jan's clit. 'It's the room,' I said. 'We're stuck here for good now.' ============= [with thanks to Amy for editorial advice] The Room All I remember is that as I entered the room I was quickly drawn to the mysterious man standing in the corner. A quiet man it seemed, basically minding his own business, his head slightly bent looking down with a shy demeanor. Almost unapproachable I would say... As if intentionally not trying to get the attention of anyone but there I was totally captivated and intrigued. I wanted to speak to him, touch him, kiss him. Although I don't know why, the reasons for my sudden need to explore this unfamiliar person really did not matter at this point. I was already walking towards him... He sensed my proximity in violating his space and slightly changed his body position. I thought to stop and not proceed but something deep inside propelled me to continue. I got within inches of him and could feel the warmth of his body... I breathed in the scent of him was now totally captivated. There was no turning back. I quietly stood before him and gently touched his face. My finger trailed his soft pink lips and he slowly looked into my eyes. He somehow knew and sensed what I was thinking and gently kissed my lips. I was totally consumed in the moment and did not stop to think or care where I was and who was there. I pressed my breasts against him and I knew that even through our clothes he could feel the heat coming from my body. Now he's backed up against the wall hands on his sides in expectation. He reaches out and grabs me. Pulling me closer he knows he has control. Kissing my neck, slightly biting my skin, tasting me, he too is now consumed with the lust and has let it take over. He wants more... He pushes me back to get a better view and reaches for my erect nipples. He knows they require attention and proceeds to expose them right there and then. Pulling down my blouse and forfeiting any other restraint he places them in his mouth. Licking and sucking my extremely erect nipples he can't help but nibble. I am beside myself in desire, my breathing is now heavy, my pleasure and want have reached the point of no return. I quickly pull away from his warm wet lips and reach down to find him totally engorged in expectation. How his trousers could contain the beast was beyond me but I knew I was going to set it free. I unlatched his button, slowly lowered his zipper and while still facing him and reach in and grab him. He moans in excitement and I proceed. Caressing and rubbing him I could feel him pulsing inside. His cock was so erect, all I could desire at that moment was to taste him, to run my tongue all over it and attempt to swallow him. I bent down and brought my face close to him. Oh my, he smelled so good. I knew I had to have him, to feel him in every part of my body. I slowly pulled him out of his restraints and exposed his beauty. I kissed him like I had known him all my life and was glad to see him again. Slowly I run my tongue along every inch of his surface. He was exquisite. His rock hard dick was all mine at that moment. I was going to enjoy him completely. I wrapped my mouth around him going deeper and deeper. His breathing quickened and I knew he was in ecstasy. Slowly entering and retracting him from my wet lips I grasped him as I totally took control. While still holding him and licking him all over I felt his urgency and began to move faster. I then decided to explore him further and licked his balls, caressing him and welcoming his explosion. As I continued to stroke him and taste him I could feel his eruption approaching. I let myself be totally consumed by the splendor of his manhood. I waited for that magic potion... I wanted it so bad. It appears to be the reason I walked into that room to begin with and there it was. He moaned and breathed and let me have it... He released his juice all the way deep inside my mouth. So warm and soothing, like a child with candy, I was in heaven. It was so good to taste him, to know his pleasure was mine. The Room It's too bright in this room. There are no shadows. No windows. There is nowhere to hide. There is nowhere to run. I have seen what is in this room. I have seen the chair without its seat. I have seen the table, and what is presented upon it. I am both horrified and aroused. My heart thumps in my chest as I stand in the centre of the room, as instructed. The correct position assumed. Hands on head, back arched, legs spread wide. Bare arse, cunt and tits are presented to whoever chooses to enter through that locked door. I am ashamed, and shy. I am alone here, why do I feel so self-conscious? I bite my lip, interlock my fingers, close my eyes. I try to stop thinking about what is on that table. My heart beats so loudly, blood rushes in my head. Hot, ashamed tears prick at my eyes. I am starting to panic. I feel that familiar wave of fear and excitement that runs from my neck, down my back, into the pit of my stomach, and I tremble. I am wet. Damn it, I am wet. There is nowhere to hide. I am trapped. You love this, don't you? Knowing that I'm here, presenting myself to you. That I am frightened, and embarrassed, and so very wet. My cunt is starting to pulse now, to ache. You'll see it. You'll know that I'm turned on. Am I supposed to be aroused by this? Am I? I don't know what you expect of me. Did you want to frighten me? Punish me? What are you going to think when you see the wetness on my cunt, the wetness on my thighs? You will think me a dirty little slut, won't you? I want to wipe the wetness away, but I am too scared to move my position. I close my eyes, I bite my lip. I taste blood, salty. I can smell myself. It reminds me of the sea. I am momentarily comforted by my own smell, I know it well. I am wet. In a room, on my own, looking like a slut. I am a slut, aren't I? I'm your slut. I hear the scrape of the key in the lock. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. I feel sick. I need to piss. The blood still rushes in my head, louder and louder. My cunt pulses. Oh. Dear. God. Footsteps, soft, yet deliberate, menacing. Behind me. Is it you? I'm too frightened to open my eyes. What are you putting around my eyes? I can't see....I want to see, now, please..... Blackness. Total blackness. You (is it you?) tie the blindfold quickly, pulling on my hair roughly to free it so it falls down my back. Your breath on my neck. I start to shake. Inexplicably, I want to kiss you, but I'm too scared to move my head. A sudden slap across my cheek sends me reeling. You steady me by holding my face hard in your hand. Your breath is on my face now. I breathe in your breath. I wonder if my lip is still bleeding. My face throbs. My cunt drips. I am a filthy, cheap little slut, you say. Standing there, presenting myself. Like a whore. You move behind me, I sense you reaching to the table. My hands are tied behind my back. It hurts, I struggle. You pull my hair. Hard. My head is pulled backwards onto your shoulder. You will do as you are fucking told, you say. It is not a voice to argue with. Your hand is between my legs. Oh God. I am a soaking wet, dripping piece of fuckmeat. I am a greedy little cunt. You tell me this as you push me to my knees. My head hits the floor, my arse is in the air, my legs still spread. You can see all of me now. My cunt, still aching, still wet....my arsehole....there is nothing I can do to stop you. I hear the swish of the riding crop. I see stars. Thousands of stars, exploding in my head with every hit across my arse, across my back, across my shoulders and arms. I scream out, at first, I think. It doesn't sound like me. Screaming doesn't stop the hitting. I stop screaming. Fuck, I am wetter. Wetter than I've ever been. I can feel it running down my legs now, through the pain. You ask me if I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked. So badly. I nod frantically. Tough, you say. And I hate you. I hate you as you bite me. I hate you when you finger my arsehole, rubbing my wetness across my arse cheeks. I hate you when you roughly shove the plug in my arse. I hate you when I suck your fingers clean of myself, when you pull me roughly to my knees and I gag on your cock whilst your hands roughly grab my hair. I hate you because I need you. I need you inside me, now. My entire body is screaming for you to fuck me. The plug is not enough, I need you, now, inside my cunt. Tough, you say. You come in my mouth. My hair falls free once more. I bow my head. Your footsteps retreat. The door locks behind you. I fall onto my side, I curl up in my wetness, and sob. My cunt aches for you still. The Room I wake up in an unfamiliar place... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (7 min/mp3) * * * * * The Room She hurried home, aware of the time, unsure of how the afternoon had slipped so quickly from her grasp. She had spent a wonderful afternoon having lunch with friends and then wandering in and out of shops looking at pretty things that she knows would please Him, the memory creates a smile which ghosts across her face chasing back and forth with the little frown of concentration she gets when she frets, she intensely dislikes not being home to greet Him from His day. So she hurries home, knowing time is tight but stubbornly determined to be there as she is every day to take His coat and bag, to greet Him with her smiles and kisses knowing that such things chase away any stress He feels from work or travelling, such a small thing but the pleasure it brings her warms her heart and soul. Breathlessly she unlocks the door and hurries through the door, dropping her belongings to the side, her eyes seeking any indication that He had made it home first, seeing His work bag she frowns and calls out to Him.... "Master, i am home, sorry i am late i lost all track of time ..." the silence that follows is confusing but then she spots something different, a note propped on the table in the hall, penned in His elegant script, it is simply addressed to "My angel" Opening the note carefully, so as not to spoil it, she begins to read it.... *My angel There are some things that I want for you to do for Me, knowing that you are always home for me I am aware exactly the time that you are receiving this set of instructions and so I will be home two hours from now. In that time you have a number of things to do for Me. Firstly I know that you have been such a good girl, despite the fact that it has been killing you to know what I have done with the room I have been decorating I know that you have not peeked and as such have no real idea of what has been happening, tonight you will finally be able to satisfy that curious nature of yours. There are, however things you must do first. Upstairs on the bed is a box, its contents are a gift from Me. My desire is that you prepare yourself for Me. I wish for you to calm yourself with a cup of Earl Grey and then go and shower. I want you to be clean-shaven and I want you to take the time to ensure that both your hair and make-up are perfect for Me. I desire your hair to be soft around your face, your makeup to be vivid to set off those eyes I love so much and your lips to be red. You will wear that which I have set out and be here in the hall waiting for Me at exactly 7pm. Until then My angel. Master* Going back over the contents of the note once more, she lets a squeal of excitement escape her lips, taking time only to flick the kettle on before she hurries upstairs to their room, bursting through the door her eyes bright with the thrill of following His instructions. On the bed is a large white box, it is wrapped with a large red satin ribbon and a smaller box wrapped the same way rests on top of it, with a card attached for My angel smiling to herself she moves across and settles on her knees in front of the bed, setting the smaller box aside she runs her fingers over the red satin ribbon, a soft shiver of pleasure dances along her spine, her mind coming up with all kinds of plans for the ribbon. She then very carefully undoes it and folds it to keep for a later date. Lifting the lid off the box and taking out the white tissue paper her eyes quickly take in the contents of the box and a soft moan of decadent pleasure escapes her lips. On the top of the box is a stunning rich deep purple satin and black lace bra, there are matching French knickers and a deep suspender belt with 8 clips per side, finger caressing them she sets them out on the bed, along with these things are a pair of seamed black silk stockings which she handles with the utmost care so as not to snag them. She removes the next layer of tissue and the sound she utters makes her first moan appear to have been but a whisper in a storm, there is a new corset there. She notes that it is a satin underbust design and is in the same rich purple tones as the other underwear. Her fingers brushing it she lifts it aside and taking the last item from the box she stands; lifting it out as she does. She is surprised but very pleased to see the PVC dress that she had been admiring for so long. It has a mandarin collar with little catches at the shoulder to fasten it, there are zips that can be moved into a number of different positions allowing one or both legs to be revealed, and further zips to allow Master to reach her breasts as He chooses. It is a truly decadent dress, with a world of possibilities and catching sight of her reflection she can see the grin on her face and the imps that are dancing a storm in her eyes. Setting it across the box she lifts the other smaller box, undoing the ribbon and casting aside the lid she finds a truly stunning pair of shoes nestled within. They are as she expected, a very high black patent leather, peep toe with a deep wedge, they are stunning. Setting them upright she steps back and looks over the gifts that He has bought her and with a smile crosses her lips; a sigh escapes as once more she is reminded of how lucky she is to have Him. With joy and a growing bubbling excitement she hurries downstairs to make her tea, she knows now exactly why He ordered it, for she is so happy and nervous and with rapidly growing excitement, she is all but trembling and would likely cut herself as she prepares to shave. Taking the fragrant tea back upstairs she sets it on the dressing table and begins to lay out all the things that she will need. She sets the brushes and eye shadows, liners and liquids all out ready and numerous ideas of how to make herself up are already vying in her mind. Taking the time to enjoy her tea she begins her preparation by painting her nails, both toes and fingers in the same rich purple of her new underwear, taking a few moments she adds little black and silver designs to set them off perfectly; allowing them to dry she relaxes and finishes her tea with a soft smile and a shiver of pleasure. She strips off the clothes she went shopping in and is, careful to tidy away her shoes and put her things in the wash basket; even in her haste she wants to be sure that everything is tidy for Master. She then pads into the bathroom, looking forward to her steaming shower, taking her time she carefully shaves herself and washes every inch of her flesh, exfoliating with her scrubs to ensure that her flesh is smooth and soft to His every touch; then washing her hair and adding the fragrant conditioner He likes she steps from the shower feeling tingly from her administrations and looking decidedly pinker than normal. Wrapping her hair up she grabs a fluffy towel and pats herself dry, taking time to massage her body cream in, such things always make her smile when she thinks of how He loves to stroke and caress her with that soft little hum of pleasure, the sound that she doesn't even think He realises He does, which makes it more precious to her. Determined to not be too distracted she checks the clock content that she still has plenty of time she moves on to her next set of tasks, settling herself nakedly on the stool in front of her dressing table she begins to carefully apply her makeup, taking her time she applies different shades of purples building it up into a deep dramatic look, adding sweeping black liquid liner and mascara she carefully examines the results in the mirror. Pleased by what she sees there, her blue eyes are very striking, just as Master wished and nodding to herself she packs away the things she has used. Taking her time she carefully dries and straightens her short hair so that it is soft and framing her face, pausing only to apply Master's favourite perfume to her wrists, neck and between her breasts she regards her reflection, proud of the feminine content woman looking back at her. With a huge grin she rises and moves to the bed, shivering softly knowing she can now begin to dress in all the delicious finery from her Master. Starting with her suspender belt she fastens it around her waist and then sits on the edge of the bed and with the upmost diligence she puts on her stockings, moaning in pleasure as she smoothes the silken material up her legs, standing to check her reflection she ensure the seams are straight she carefully clips the suspender belt to her stockings. She quickly adds the French knickers and bra and looks at her reflection, the deep colours look stunning against her pale flesh and the balconette bra creates a wonderful cleavage and shape to her breasts, she smiles as she contemplates just how much good taste her Master has. Turning her back on the mirror now until she is finished being ready she takes time to undo her corset in readiness then with a little squeak she lifts her dress and undoing the zips all the way up both sides and the clasps she slips it over her head, being mindful of her hair and makeup, the decadence as the slippery PVC slithers over her body makes her moan and writhe so that she all but wriggles into the dress. Her eyes flash brightly each step closer she takes to being ready for Him, carefully she fastens the clasps and gasps and she fastens the zips and how enclosed she is becoming, taking a few test steps in the hobble dress she decides to leave one zip undone until she is fully ready. Lining up the stunning corset she fastens it up and then taking her time she laces it tight, cinching in her waist allowing it to accentuate her breasts and hips she ties it carefully and lets the laces hang, she rather likes the effect of having a little tail that will swish as she moves. With a deep breath she turns to see her new look and gasps, she is looking at a sexy, sultry creature with killer curves and a dangerous gleam in her eyes, standing somewhat struck for a moment she glances at the clock and eeeps as it only a few minutes to 7, she applies her red lipstick then grabbing her shoes she hurries down to the hall and slips them on, carefully and with an act rarely seen done by anyone but an acrobat she manages to do up the final zip, standing up she hears His key in the door and smiles as He steps through the door. Standing, smiling but nervous fighting the urge to fidget as she awaits a response to how He feels and whether or not she is all that He hoped she would be, she visibly relaxes when she He hears His low whistle of appreciation and sees the predatory smile that graces His lips. His words that follow are a balm to her soul .... "oh My angel, look at you, wow ....My special one and Mine all Mine ..... you are looking amazing but still not quite dressed just yet" .... She cannot help but smile as He opens the drawer in the hall unit and withdraws her collar and cuffs, He must have stashed them there when He was home earlier as that is not normally where they are kept. Crouching down He adds her ankle cuffs, taking time to press kisses to and caress her PVC clad legs. Standing He looks in her eyes and smiles as she offers Him first one wrist and then the other to be cuffed, lifting her wrists to her face she inhales deeply the rich leather scent; eyes closed before moving her hands back down again. He smiles watching her and her little rituals before He speaks ... "Turn to the mirror My angel, this is My collar, this is your collar and where am I putting it .." in a soft whisper she replies to His question "You are putting it around my neck Master, where it belongs, it is Yours, it is mine, i am Yours" .. she watches Him in the mirror as He places the shiny steel collar around her neck, the soft click it makes as it closes sends a shudder of pleasure down her spine, she stands perfectly still as He locks the collar on, watching Him as He does and then meeting His eyes in the mirror she smiles. He runs His hands down her back, fingers dancing across the tight lacing of her corset and then running across her tightly covered ass and around her side as He moves in front of her so He can clip her leash in place. "Now My angel there is one more thing I have for you before we go and see this new room of ours, close your eyes pretty one." She lets her eyes drift closed, hearing Him move across the hall and the zip of His bag, she hears then a soft ringing sound as He moves back close to her, the sound of bells in first one ear and then the other, she smiles. "Open your eyes, these are for you, they are your slave bells, My hope is that you will wear them with pride, that each time you move I will know where you are, they will herald your movements as you please Me and serve Me and they will remind you that everything you do, that I am close, that I care ... now My angel will You wear them for Me".. she reaches and takes the anklet from His fingers and examines it, it is exquisite, the silver bells are attached to a silver chain, caressing them with her fingers she swallows passed the lump in her throat, her emotion clear in her eyes she nods softly "i would be honoured Master to wear these for You"... Smiling He takes them from her fingers and kneels down and places it around her ankle "Now precious one, let us go see our new room shall we ... but i would like for you to get the full impact of it at once and so I will blindfold you but have no fear I will guide your steps" that said He places a soft leather blindfold over her eyes and buckles it behind her head. He then takes her leash and her elbow and going very slowly to allow for her impaired movement He leads her down the hall to what has until now been a simple spare room that has gone mostly unused, each step causing a soft pleasing little tinkle. She hears Him unlock the door, and she gasps softly, He answers her with a chuckle "you didn't even know it was locked did you My angel, just goes to prove that you didn't break the rule of not looking in while it was being prepared, though I knew you wouldn't defy me, despite being the most curious person I know, despite the fact that I know it has been killing you to look You didn't and that makes Me proud" smiling she steps through the door and walks carefully to the middle of it at His urging. He bids her to be still as He goes and closes the door, with her eyes closed behind the blindfold her other senses are reaching out, she hears Him move back to stand before her ... "Now, before we take of the blindfold tell me what you can guess of this room? What do You hear, feel, smell, My angel?..." Listens carefully, a pop causes her to turn her head "You have lit the fire, wow that fire has not been lit for a long time, and the sounds and the scent i think You are burning logs, there is a huge rug on the floor, and not solely the wooden floor anymore, it is deep i can feel that even in my shoes ....." She can hear the smile in His voice "Yes my angel, clever girl now what else, the smell is the clue, it is a smell you know well ...." inhaling deeply, ignoring the smell of the logs she gasps as she realises what else she can smell.... with a soft little sound of pure excitement she almost purrs the word "Booooks Master ... its books i smell, is it not? It is, its books" she feels Him unbuckle the blindfold and she opens her eyes at His soft chuckle "yes angel booooks!" Looking around the room, turning this way and that her eyes taking in the shelves the walls, the soft lighting in the room, the huge and comfortable wing backed chair near but not too close the fire, there is a large pillow on the floor beside it, the rug is deep and in pastel hues with swirls and patterns, all these details flood her mind and she murmurs "Library .... You made our own library" grinning she turns to look at Him and then looking at where He points she notices an empty place on the wall near the door, there are no bookshelves there, instead there are bolts sunk into the wall and ceiling in different places and as the significance of these sink in, He murmurs to her "Yes and playroom too ... what do you think?" "Master .... i love it, i love it, it is utterly amazing, You are utterly amazing" she squeals and claps her hands in her pleasure and excitement, she can hear Him laugh at the almost childlike pleasure of her reaction and when she looks at Him she can see how pleased He is by everything. "Now My pet I have had a long day and I would like to relax for a time and perhaps read, the books are all in alphabetical order by author and then title, now I expect that they will ALWAYS be in this order and I will be cross if I find them muddled round the wrong way, do You understand?" she nods softly and murmurs "Yes Master" Once He hears her affirmative He takes the leash and places it in her teeth, instructing her to not drop it and gives her the title of the book He seeks, before moving over to settle in the seat so He can watch her, He then tells her to go and fetch the book He desires.... She nods to His instructions and once He is settled she turns and carefully, slowly makes her way across the room, her steps out of necessity are tiny, she can hear the ringing of the bells and she knows that her tightly clad body is wriggling for His pleasure as she moves across the room, she works her way along the shelves until she finds the book He seeks and then placing it across her two upturned palms she turns and makes her way back to Him, when she reaches Him she lowers her eyes and offers Him the book. He murmurs "Thank you My angel, now stand at peace i want to check something ..." He reaches down then and painstakingly slowly unzips first one side and then the other of her dress all the way to her waist, gently tapping the insides of her thighs so that she parts her legs for Him, this new position cause the dress to fall in between her legs and allows Him and unrestricted view of her stocking clad legs, leaning forward He can see that the seams are straight and with a smile He leans back once more. "Well done My angel, and i must say that You look exceptionally well dressed as you are, now, you will sit on that cushion at my feet and we can discuss our day's and this book ...." Carefully she settles then at His feet, folding her legs in under her, content and happy to be there, He removes the leash from her mouth and then she notices the clip at the side of the chair which He promptly attaches the leash too and with a smile He asks her..... "So My angel, how was your day?..........." The Room Mmmmmm Walking up to the Room all I can think about is you coming. I get things ready, putting the stereo on something good, Soft, Sensual, can you say Barry White? Lighting the candles around the room, putting some wine in the ice box, chilling just a little. Then comes the knock on the door, my heart races with excitement as I walk over, grabbing the knob and opening it. Taking a deep breath, my hand grabs the knob turns it, opening the door. There you are standing before me, so soft, so sweet, and so sexy, and everything and more then I could ever imagined, as I take your hand escorting you into the room. The softness of your hands send thrills down my spine. Looking into your eyes you need not say anything as I see the passion deep inside you, Pulling you close I kiss your lips, my tongue parts them as my hands circle around your waist, sliding down and cupping your sweet ass squeezing it close to me, feeling it in my hands for the first time. As I continue kissing you, your hands wrap around my neck, pulling me deeper into your passionate kiss. Mmmmmmmm it's so hot. As I break from you I get you a glass of wine as we sit and talk, not believing that it is finally happening. When we are done I kneel down and crawl over to the bed were you are setting on the edge, parting your legs a little I slide between them putting my hands on your thighs, as I lean back I slide them down your legs lifting them as I slide your shoes off, your cute toes wiggling in my hands as I massage and caress them, pulling them up I kiss them gently as I start kissing up your long sexy legs, the summer dress your wearing easily slides right up them as I kiss and lick my way up them, As you lean back on the bed I can see you love looking at me as I lick and kiss you all over. Mmmm those eyes, I could spend an eternity looking into those eyes. As I slide your dress up even further, kissing your soft, smooth inner thighs you pull your legs up so your feet are on the edge bed, I can see the black panties you have on now, and there Lace, my favorites, and the cover you so well, mmmmmmm so sexy as my tongue slides down your thigh and lightly over the black material covering your sweet lips. Sliding it up across them to were your hard clit protrudes against the lace, I can feel it under your panties it is waiting for me to lick and suck it, but that is later Darlin, Circling my tongue around it and kissing it I continue up you, sliding your dress even more as I lick and kiss your navel, circling it, as you raise yourself and slide the dress the rest of the way off Mmmmmm you can feel my hard , throbbing cock pressed against your soft legs. as I kiss my way between your breasts, running my tongue up over both of them before wrapping my lips around your hard erect nipples. I love them between my lips. The way it feels between them, my tongue teasing the hardness of your nipple, mmm yes tender and sweet. Kissing your sweet lips once again I start back down and as I get to the top of your panties I hook my finger into them and slide them down as I go, seeing your hot wet pussy uncover before me, glinting in the glow of the candle lights. Leaning forward I see you looking as I slide my tongue across your lips, mmmmm did I feel them quiver with delight? I hope so, as it slide down with your legs bend as they are I can slide it from your hard clit all the way down to your sweet ass, which I do repeatedly, tasting your sweet body, your soft skin, your highly erotic juices, As I slide my tongue across you lips and parts them your legs lift and slid on my back, wrapping themselves around my head, pulling my hot tongue deeper into you can feel it throbbing, big and hot deep in you, I can taste your hot juices cumin from your wet, swollen lips, Sliding up between you I lay your legs across my chest, your sexy legs on both sides of my head, turning to kiss one then the other and I take my cock in my had and you reach down, spreading your soft lips. As I have it in my hand I slide it from your hot ass cumming from your wet, swollen lips, Sliding up between you I lay your legs across my chest, your sexy legs on both sides of my head, turning kiss one then the other and I take my cock in my had and you reach down, spreading your soft lips. As I have it in my hand I slide it from your hot ass hips I caress them along with your sweet mouth watering breast, as I feel you getting ready to explode and I know you can feel my cock throbbing and my cum starting to shoot all into you when you feel the first of many hot loads hit deep inside it cause you can feel your lips twitching, feeling the lips, your juices running down you legs a Mmmmmmm I'll lick that later. As you orgasm comes so strong and so passionate as I wrap my arms around you as you lay your head on my shoulder you arm across my stomach and your legs draped across mine, as I could stay awake just to hear you breathing and you slowly drift of to sleep. The Room Imagine having a room that your most wild fantasies and dreams can come true; a place to be as wild and crazy as you have only imagined and wished for. I have such a place; a plastic covered room. Everything is all prepared the floors, the walls, and the single mattress in the center on the floor. In one corner there is a chest filed with ice cubes, among the ice there is bottles of tea and crangrape beverages, Miracle Whip and grape jelly. Next to the chest there is wicker basket filled with bottles of Hershey's' chocolate syrup, honey, pancake syrup and a gallon can of pudding. Along the wall were the toys of all different sizes and shapes, the plugs, dildos and vibrators. There are lighted candles on the windowsills. Next to the room was the bathroom. On the edge of the shower a bottle of Dawn liquid dish soap for clean up afterwards. The planning and preparation of this playroom had taken quite some time, finding the materials, buying them and preparing the room. How many years had I waited, how many hours had I spent dreaming of this? How many fantasies were wrapped into the plastic covered walls? A room covered in plastic, which could be cleaned just by taking the plastic down and throwing it away. As I look around the room, I realized I finally had my playroom -Yes the room is ready and it is only two o'clock in the afternoon. All that is missing is my partner for the evening. Anticipation? Hell Yes! Nervous? You Betcha! I went back to the Master bedroom and checked again for any last things that needed to be done. I was already "dressed"; that is to say that I was wearing what I had woke up in that morning, the metal rings and noose. There are four rings at present, there will be more added as I find them. One has a hangman's noose tied to it; it is rather short and made of cotton cord. The other three are plain stainless rings found at almost any tack shop. The one with the noose goes on first, around both the balls and the cock, with the cord of the noose behind the balls, the other three go on the balls only, and the noose is threaded through the rings. The noose is then brought up between the balls, splitting them as they are stretched to the bottom of the sack, and the noose is placed behind the rim of the cock head and tighten so that it will hold all the rings in place. This is done while soft of course, and when the cock gets hard the effect is visually exciting to her and uncomfortable to me, and I love it. All that remained was to insert my largest butt plug and attach the four fishing weights to the rings and I would be ready. With that done, I waited. At three p.m. the doorbell rang. It was she! The evening and years of planning and preparing were about to be explored. She had rung the doorbell only to announce her arrival. I was not to answer the door. As the door opened and she walked in I could see that Brenda was wearing just enough street clothes to keep her from going to jail for public nakedness, a skirt, blouse and sandals. I was kneeling in the center of the living room floor, with my hands clasped behind my back, my thighs opened wide and the four weights dangling but not touching the floor. Without a word, She stepped directly to me, raised the front of her skirt and pulled my head into her crotch. "Breathe deeply, and lick just my piss covered pussy lips clean, my little piss loving toy." She sighed to me, as she pulled me closer to where I wanted to go. "MMMMMMM" was all I could or wanted to say at that moment. And hello to you I thought as my tongue went to work. She had not showered this morning and she had peed and played all night, the night before. She slept in her piss every night, and never used paper to wipe with, when at home. Only God knew how many times she had peed that day, since rising and She wasn't telling me anything. Not that I could hear anyway. I was in full "sub mode" now. Kneeling ringed, noosed, plugged, and my tongue licking just the lips of piss drenched pussy. Heaven? I had found it. The juices of her pussy began to leak past her lips, the cum from her playing and the piss that had dried there smelled wonderful and tasted better. A moan pasted the lips of her mouth, somewhere high above me, and my tongue heard and responded, moving farther back along her lips and open flat to clean that crotch. She pushed my head away, and stepped back to survey me. I was as She had instructed on the phone last night, and a smile played at the corners of her mouth. "I am about the bust." She announced. "So you had better lead me to this Room of yours." She was kicking off her sandals, and pulling the blouse over her head, as I scurried before her towards the hall. She dropped the skirt at the doorway into the room, and stepped naked into the world I had built for us. She stopped and looked around. At the walls, the floor, and the various additions I had made. I was kneeling by the chest with ice, opening it to get her a cold bottle of cranegrape as she spoke. "We need a straight chair in here," she said thoughtfully. "Go get one from the dining room." She accepted Her drink, as I scurried back out and brought the chair into the room. When I returned I closed the door behind me; making our world just this Room. Here we would play; nap, drink, and pee with total abandon for as long as we wanted to. The idea of all that we could do, and would try, and the sheer "naughtiness", the taboo of playing in foods, and peeing, not in a toilet but on and in each other, had me hard; harder than I had ever been. The noose was pulling the head of my cock down, the weights were pulling everything down, and the cord was pulled tight between my balls as my cock tried to rise in its restraint. Now it began, with a snap of her fingers, and a single finger pointing to the floor in front of her, as she stood beside the chair, was the only sound to be heard above our ragged breathing. I jumped for the spot she pointed at. She moved one foot a little farther out, reached down and opened Her sex, as I knelt and opened my mouth and arched my back towards her. The first dribbles ran down her leg, but the stream that followed arched towards my waiting mouth. My face was bathed in fresh pee, my mouth found the stream and drank deeply, not catching it all, some poured out and ran over my hot flesh, down over my chest, in little rivulets. My cock bobbed as the rivulets ran across the base, and I heard the dripping on the floor. I almost came right then. Her bladder had been full. Her stream was strong, the taste sweet, and seemed to last for about five minutes. I am sure it wasn't that long, but I wished it had been. I wanted it to last forever, just a continuous fountain, oh well. When she had finished, I dove for the last drops. My face and mouth found her sex and licked and slurped, searching for the very last drop. Her hands found my wet hair and pulled me deeper as she slumped into the chair I had brought, her legs spread wide and she draped them over my shoulders. I was sucking at her lips, her clit, licking every crevice and corner; frenzy would best describe it. She was close to cumming before we entered the room, and now after watching the piss splash all over me, and feeling the relief of Her bladder, she exploded. I got every drop. The piss, the cum, the sweat, every juice she produced. As She came she pulled me deeper into Her crotch, fucking my whole face as she moved to it and on it. And then She came again; she was not silent, she moaned and panted and thrashed about. She may have screamed, I really don't know, her thighs covered my ears as she tried to force my whole face into her hole. She released me, and pushed me away. Rising from the chair, she turned and knelt, arching her back. "Thank Me." was all She said. I came forward, and with an aim that was true, drove my tongue into her ass hole. Wiggling it and slurping the last remains of all the piss and cum from the night before and today, I cleaned her ass, all of it, and paid homage to the lady who owned me. When I had finished and She had cum, yes she does like to cum from my tongue on and in her ass. She got off the chair and turned to me. We hugged and she rubbed her skin against my piss-drenched flesh. My cock was throbbing, the head was purple. She released the noose, and I sprang free at last. Now it was my turn. My bladder had been full for a long time, and I was about to burst. She took two steps over to the plastic covered mattress and lay down. She spread herself open and smiled up at me. I knelt on the edge of the bed and again began to lick her sex, teasing this time. Her clit was already sensitive and she was getting very close to cumming. The anticipation was as strong in her as it was in me. Kneeling like that was putting more pressure on my bladder, and I was trying not to waste even a drop. "NOW" She commanded. My head came up and found her eyes, the want and the need was there. The edge had been reached. I moved up closer between her legs, aimed as well as I could with a hard on, and let loose my stream. The first spurt struck her almost on target, just to the right of her lips, I corrected and the hot piss bathed her clit, as the stream got stronger, she came so hard. She opened her sex with her hands and I filled her hole as she writhed on the bed. Then I raised my cock and began to bath her stomach and breasts and finally I arched the last of my stream into her waiting mouth and face. We were both now drenched, puddles had formed along her sides, and she scooped up piss and dribbled back on her skin, she opened her sex again and demanded, "FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR PISS OUT OF MY CUNT" So I did. I launched myself into her, without a thought. I was ball deep into her with one stroke. I rode her, dripping piss onto her from my face and hair, she writhed in the puddles around us, and I could feel the hot piss I had filled her with washing my cock and balls as it came back out of her. I didn't last long, I came with a roar, a primal scream, from somewhere way down deep inside of my mind, or body, or maybe my soul. So ended the first session. We rested and She and I both drank cold tea and crangrape. We wallowed in the piss on the bed and laughed at our daring. Wouldn't the people we knew be shocked at us? And then we started again. She rose and walked dripping across the floor to the ice filled chest. Bending over and presenting me with a view of her sex and ass dripping the piss I had given her, she got the gallon jar of Miracle Whip from its bed of ice. She turned back towards the bed. I had been thoughtful enough to loosen all lids before she arrived so She did not have to struggle with opening anything. She stopped about two-foot from the bed and looked around. She smiled. "I almost forgot, I don't have to be careful this time, I can sling this from here or anywhere and not worry about cleaning it up." She laughed. "I have always wanted to sling this shit at you, it looks like cum when it hits you." She reached into the wide mouth of the plastic jar and got a handful of cold slimy Miracle Whip; that in itself brought a glaze to her eyes. That glazing over tells me she is getting real hot and very much into the scene, it is the reaction I always looked for. It told me that she was not doing this to please just me, but because she really enjoyed it herself. She pulled her hand out looked at me lying on the bed. She smiled and threw a handful at me. The mayo sailed through the air and most of it hit me across the cock and balls. The cold shock made me gasp and jump, some landed on the mattress and some hit the floor. I looked down and saw the contrast of mayo and flesh and my cock damn nearly exploded. Before I could look up, another handful hit me in the chest and neck. Now she was closer to the bed, and another handful was being drawn from the jar. She offered me the jar and I took it. I watched as she raised the hand covered in cold mayo, her tongue licked her lips, her eyes followed her own hand. She scooped another handful with the other hand from the jar, and then she closed her eyes and placed both mayo-covered hands on her breasts. Her breath escaped slowly, and her hand smeared the creamy, slimy, cold stuff all over her tits. Her nipple, (she only has one, due to breast surgery) hardened even more. She sighed and worked the mayo into her skin, standing over me, the excess dropping onto me from above. I reached into the jar and took a handful. Setting the jar down I then moved and without warning her, I raised the hand holding the offering of mayo to her open, hot, waiting cunt. Now she jumped and then lowered herself onto my hand, grinding the cold mayo into her hot box. The game was on. We both were grabbing the jar and digging handfuls out, slapping and throwing the stuff onto each other. She knelt between my outstretched legs and scooping up more mayo, enclosed my cock and balls in it, I grabbed the jar and scooped another handful and smeared it up her crack of her ass, poking my fingers into her tight puckered hole. The jar was soon empty and we were covered, and wrestling in the mayo, slippery, slimy, hot, it was everywhere, our faces, hair, and all over both of us. Her hands were busy jacking me off, while telling me not to cum, and then scooping mayo and piss from the bed and adding it to the mess she was working into my flesh. I was doing the same, adding piss and mayo to her tits and cunt and ass. It didn't take long; we were close to cumming anyway. She and I were rolling in mayo, and piss and she pushed me onto my back, straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. Riding me and rubbing her hands on my chest as I tried to pinch her tits and nipple. She rode me, and came and then she rose from my shaft and stepped over me until her dripping cunt was above my waiting face. She smiled down at me and cut loose another stream of piss mixed with cum and mayo onto my face and open mouth. I hadn't cum and she wasn't giving permission yet, she played in her stream as she splashed me all over. She walked backward slowly drenching me. I was jacking my cock as she watched her piss splash on my hands. She came again. She dropped to her knees and took her hands and put them to my mouth to clean, as she lowered her mouth onto my piss drenched cock. I nearly lost it. Thank God for the rings, (they help to inhibit my orgasm) she sucked and bit my cock, as the last dribbles came from her cunt, and fell on my legs. "You must piss before you can cum." she said smiling. Holding my cock, and slowly stroking it with her nails, she watched my face as I tried to relax my bladder. NO dice, not with her stimulating me like that, her nails scratched harder and she bent a scraped her teeth all along my shaft. NO FUCKING WAY. My bladder was the last thing that was going to relax. The mayo was now liquid and the piss mixed with it was in larger puddles all around us. I was writhing all over as she held me by the noose, scratching, biting, slapping, pulling, stroking, teasing me even more. And then she stopped. Just stopped. I was so close. She reached lower and started moving the butt plug in my ass. Pulling and shoving wiggle it just a little. She pulled it out, and inserted two fingers inside my ass. She began fucking my ass like that, deeper and wiggling the fingers, then she inserted a third and then the fourth. Her other hand slapped at my cock and she wiggled and twisted her hand in my ass. I don't remember what she was saying; I was somewhere out around Saturn or maybe farther. All I wanted was that for this not to end. But it did. She stood and walked away from me on the bed. Dripping oily mayo and piss, her ass swaying as she walked across the room. I was empty. My ass was empty for the first time in over two hours. However is was not for long. She bent over and got the strap on dildo, and stepped into it. See hers is one piece like panties, the base of the dildo rests on her clit; we found it in an adult store in Denver. Anyway she put it on and returned to the bed, dancing a little and making her cock bounce and sway. "I'm going to do a little fucking now" she grinned and lowered herself back on to the bed. She oiled her cock from the puddle on the bed and concentrated on her aim. There was no resistance as she worked that dildo into me. She slid right in since I had squeezed about two thirds of a large tube of KY into my ass before inserting the large plug I had been wearing. Then she started fucking, and playing with my cock, slapping and pinching it. The dildo was thick and long and massaged my prostrate, and her hands tortured my cock and my mind was blown...I came at the same time as she did. We both screamed and thrashed all over the oily mattress. She still held my cock in her nails. Pinching it hard. "You came without permission and didn't pee like I told you too." she admonished, with an evil grin. "So I guess I will just have to make you wait." I got up and fetched us both something cold to drink. And session two was ended. I started session three. I got the chocolate syrup and dribbled it down the crack of her ass, and then licked it off. And then dribbled more and let it run down across her cunt, before licking it all off. She was on her belly on the bed in the piss and oily mayo and cumming from my "work". After about twenty minutes I switched to the honey, it takes longer to lick off. While I had the honey she got the chocolate and covered her tits and then had me fuck her tits. The color contrast was great. She licked the syrup off and I squeezed more honey onto her honey pot. Working it all over her pussy lips and then licking it off. Then I was on my belly and she was dribbling honey and chocolate down the crack of my ass. We never got around to the pancake syrup. I don't have that great a sweet tooth. Session three ended without me cumming or pissing. I was beginning to wonder how long I was going to have to wait. Session four started I guess by mutual consent. She went sub for me and opened the two gallons of Wesson oil. "Please fuck my ass" was all she said. Suzy was out and in full sub mode. I started preparing her, licking and fingering her ass hole as she drew her knees under herself and laid her head and chest on the slime covered mattress. I stood over her and poured some oil straight from the bottle onto my cock and let it drip onto her back. I then poured some more onto my hand and splashed some on her ass. Watching as it dribbled down her crack. Maybe running in rivulets, would be a better term to use. I pour more oil on her ass and on my cock and balls, which dribbled onto her round cheeks of her spankable, fuckable ass. I decide to put her to work on this important project. I lay down and told her to make sure there was plenty of oil on the cock that was going up her ass. She poured a little and rubbed it in. The glaze (remember the "glaze"?) came into her eyes. She rose up and taking my cock she fitted the opening of the bottle to the head of my cock and turned it up. She coaxed the shaft into the bottle and very soon I had a gallon bottle of oil encasing my cock. She giggled. And sloshed the oil back and forth on my cock. Tiring of this, she then removed my cock from the bottle and in the process splashed more than a little on her tits, and then smeared it in as the oil ran down her skin. She then looked at me and hoisted the bottle over head and turned it over. Oil went everywhere. The thick oil gurgled as it came out of the bottle and then ran through her hair, down her face, over her tits and down her back. I watched as the oil spread over her skin and formed a puddle under her ass. She then got up and got the other bottle of Wesson. Coming back she began pouring it over me, a little at a time (partly because she knows I love to feel the oil running in little streams on my skin.) Teasing me. She set the bottle down, when it was about third empty, and rubbed the oil all over me, using her dripping flesh to add more to us both. The mattress was overloaded. The oil now was in puddles on the floor and the mattress, it was mixed with the piss and the mayo and the chocolate syrup and honey. The Room She grabbed the strap on and squatting she worked it up into her ass. She turned so that I could watch. She fucked herself and played with her clit as she showed me how she wanted to be fucked. Her moans and grunts and speech was all mixed with begging for more and harder and such. She came and fell into the puddle beneath her in a tangle of legs and arms and splashing oil. She rolled onto her belly and raised her ass, reaching back she opened her cheeks and begged, "Pour more oil into me, and fuck me hard and deep." I did. I took the bottle and putting the mouth against her gaping ass hole I pour oil slowly into her ass. I then placed the bottle on the floor and taking my ring encased cock I placed it against her opening. Slowly, so very slowly I buried my cock to the balls in her ass. She came before I was even all the way in. She came again as I began to fuck her slowly. As I picked up speed, and began to fuck her in earnest, slamming my cock deep and hard and fast she began to beg to be spanked. I did that too. Using the back of my hands, just the tips of my fingers I slapped her oil-covered ass. She bucked and fucked me as I slapped and bored deeper into ass. I came right after she did, and it was deafening in that room. I kept moving I knew that the head of my cock had exploded in her ass and my cock had to be about two inched shorter now, but I didn't care. I was ball deep in hot tight oil and cum filled ass, an ass I had turned beet red by slapping, and that ass was gyrating and fucking me still. The walls were milking my cock and her hands were pulling and scratching my balls and I could feel at least two fingers in her cunt through the thin walls of her rectum. I thought I was going to cum again, and it had only been a matter of minutes since my last orgasm, and she was urging me on. "Yes, fuck me, I am a three holed whore and full of you cum, in my mouth and cunt and now my ass. I have your piss in my mouth and my cunt and now I want it in my oil and cum filled ass " Fill me, PLEASE fill my ass. Give me an enema, a piss enema, fill me up and then fuck me till I scream" I did it. I did it all. I wasn't about to cum, I was about to empty a bladder full of hot golden piss deep into her bowels. She could feel it. She felt it pouring from my cock into her ass, and she felt it running up my cock with her fingers, which she still had buried in her cunt. And she came, bucking and wailing. I emptied everything into her. I pissed and then I fucked her until I came (about thirty seconds apart). As I pulled out of that hot tight piss filled ass, she turned and grabbed my cock and began rubbing it against her clit, cumming yet again. Then she rocked up onto her knees and straddling me she held that cock while she pissed and rubbed herself off again. Her eyes were beyond glazed; they had turned to somewhere I could not follow. She was deep inside somewhere. Cumming and wailing, and not wanting to stop. She grabbed the strap on and with one motion shoved it deep into her ass. She plugged herself and rocked on my cock, inserting a third and then a fourth fingers into her sex. I grabbed at the sweaty, oily swaying tits and scratched my nails across her swollen flesh. And still she wanted more. She scooped up the puddles and poured them over us both, she scooped more and massaged and oiled my cock, which was still hard, and she massaged my cock some and then rolled me over. In her new state she grabbed the bottle of oil and opened my ass and poured the remains of that bottle deep in my bowels. Taking the biggest double headed dildo we had she inserted one end into my ass and then standing above me she inserted the other into her pussy and began to fuck us both. She was still holding the strap on in her ass, plugging her from expelling the piss and cum from her ass and she was filling her pussy full of dildo, and she was doing her best to fuck all the oil out of my ass. We both came again and peed a little and then collapsed into puddles on the floor. The dildo was still in my ass and the strap on still in hers, as we took a short nap. When we awoke a while latter, we both agreed that we needed to get cleaned up, as well as get the remnants of the enemas somewhere other than in this room. So we took a short walk across the hall and expelled and showered, (but no peeing in the shower) got cleaned up and then returned to the room for the last session. Pudding. Now Brenda likes vanilla pudding, she says that it looks like cum also, is she a cum hungry bitch or what? Anyway, her thing to do with pudding is to get a mouth full and then push my cock into the pudding, which then dribbles out of her mouth and down over her tits. I then smear it all over her chest and feed her more cock and pudding until I cum. Brenda decided she wanted her cunt filled too. With our fingers we filled her pussy and her ass with pudding and I again fucked first her cunt and then her ass, watching as the pudding oozed out of her openings as she smeared that all over both of us. Then it was her turn, so my ass was filled with pudding and then she in her strap on returned the favor I had so recently done for her. Now we were laying on a mattress in the middle of a room that was covered in plastic, drinking the bottled tea and crangrape, playing in puddles of oil, piss, cum, and sticky syrup and honey, so much for cleaning up. It was late, after eleven by this time; we had been in there for over seven hours. My cock was hard and her nipple was hard and we were still horny. She had been fucked repeatedly in all her holes and I had both my mouth and my ass fucked by her. So we screwed again, slowly, gently, stopping and taking a drink and dribbling crangrape and tea on each other, stretching out in the puddles, dribbling them over us, just kind of taking it all in. Remembering all that we had done that night and giggling about facial expressions when this or that had happened. Slowly the tension grew, and we floated with it. The strokes of my cock in which ever hole I was in grew a little stronger, her fingers in my ass wiggled with a little more urgency, my tongue demanded more as it flicked her nipple, and her teeth found tender flesh and bit a little harder. Gone was who was "top" and who was "bottom". Gone was the giggles, and the caress, now it was the nails scratching and the teeth biting and the slaps to ass cheeks and tits and pussy and cock. The animal nature of us was cumming to the forefront. She growled as she came and I roared, I was again in her ass, she had my balls clutched in her hand and was squeezing every drop out, I was slapping her ass with full swings and she kept cumming and bucking and squeezing and pulling. I dropped panting by her side and she pulled her fingers from her cunt and stuck them in my face to clean. I did, slowly running my tongue over her fingers and hand. She rose and sat on my chest, her pussy just barely out of reach if I lifted my head. She pulled open her lips, her cunt hole gaped from where she had just had four fingers, and I could see deep inside her. "Last piss for the night, baby. Wanna watch it as it squirts from me. Wanna watch as I pee for the last time on your face. Wanna watch as you're cum drains from my ass and I pee for you one more time?" She teased with a lilting voice. Like she had to ask. But I just nodded, and opened my mouth to get my last drink. It was great. I watched as the stream started from her. I felt the hot clear water, running over my skin. I lapped at the pussy, and tried to get all I could. When she finished she hunched forward and pulled my head to her. I cleaned her, and sucked the very last piss from her body. She then traded places with me. Instead of squatting on her chest I knelt between her open thighs. I licked and sucked and bit her swollen lips and clit until she almost came. Then I took my cock and aimed for her as I let go the final stream of hot piss. It flooded her pussy, filled her hole and pounded her clit, her orgasm was instantaneous, and strong, the stream moved to her tits and then to her face, and as I bathed the face she opened her mouth and drank, and came again, this time from her own fingers. We were exhausted and without doing more than patting each other dry, we left the room and fell into the bed in the master bedroom and slept like the dead. Nine hours of the greatest sex, either of us have ever known; no holds barred, no hint of "that's disgusting" ever entered our minds. Just pure animal hole pounding, fucking, sliming, pissing sex. The Very End...we split after that night, and have never seen each other since. The Room Johnny felt good about his last idea to make his and his wife Melissa's sex life more interesting. With a bit of luck he had stumbled across the realization that just changing things up a little had made things hotter. He had come home unexpectedly at lunch and had hot, passionate sex with his wife. His new idea was taking a little time to muster up the courage for, but the time also allowed him to fantasize and plan the events for that evening. He had decided to spend the night with his wife in a hotel. The change of location would only be the first point to change things up. He also had some ideas that he hoped would make this evening especially exciting for his wife. On the day he had chosen, he stopped on his way home from work and rented a nice room at a local hotel. He placed some candles and a bottle of wine in the room, set the air conditioning, and left. Had then stopped by his house and placed an envelope in the mail box. He sent a text to his wife. "Check the mail." Melissa sent a text back, "Where are you?" But there was no response. When she got the mail she found an envelope with just her name on it. Inside was key card to a hotel room, and instructions. "Pack an overnight bag. Include red lipstick, stockings, and a sleeping mask. Go to the hotel on the key card and wait for my text." Melissa sent a text, "What is going on?" She waited, but no response. "Where are you?" Nothing. She decided to do as Johnny had asked. She packed a bag, including the items she was directed to bring and left for the hotel. When she arrived she looked around the room, finding the items Johnny had left there. She looked for him but Johnny was not in the room. After some time, her phone went off. "Go to the restaurant in front of the hotel. Sit at the bar and order a drink and dinner. If anyone speaks to you be friendly." Melissa went downstairs and took the short walk to the restaurant. Inside she looked around, but again, no sign of Johnny. The restaurant was one she had been in several times before, and it had a horse shoe shaped bar. She sat at the bar and ordered a drink and looked at the menu. She settled on the chicken Alfredo and ordered, constantly looking around. Johnny had watched her enter the restaurant from the parking lot and had waited a few minutes to enter himself. When he did he sat across from her at the bar. Melissa saw him immediately and looked at him intensely. He never looked at her while he ordered a beer and started looking at the menu. Melissa was staring at him wondering what was going on when a man sat next to her. She felt her heart beat a little faster as ideas flooded her mind. "What is he up to? Does he expect me to sleep with this man? Why is he doing this?" Johnny hadn't planned for anyone to sleep with his wife. He was however hoping it would have her wondering, and he hoped that this was enough to get her thinking. Melissa's dinner arrived and she started eating. Several minutes had passed since the strange, good looking man had sat down next to her without a word having been spoken. Once she had started eating though he did speak. "How is it?" he asked. "Good, it always is here" she nervously replied. "I considered ordering that, maybe I should have" he said. Melissa smiled and looked over at her husband, drinking his beer and seemingly uninterested in what was taking place across the bar. "How could he do this?" she thought to herself. Melissa continued eating, and there was a little chatting between her and the stranger next to her. She watched her husband as he started to eat, and she also ordered another drink. She watched him as he stopped eating and pulled out his phone. Her phone went off. Another text from Johnny. "Go to the room." Melissa watched him intently as she finished her drink and paid her bill. She gave a nervous smile to the man next to her while she said goodbye, and returned to the hotel. As she walked down the hall she got another text. "Light the candles. Take a shower. Put on the stockings and some lipstick and relax. No panties!" Melissa got inside and lit the candles. She undressed and got in the shower, The water felt good and her nervousness was easing a bit. Her mind was racing still though, wondering what was going to happen. When she finished she dried off and looked in the mirror. She got ready for whatever it would be, including following her husband's directions on what to wear. She opened the wine and poured a glass, sat on the bed and looked at her phone. "What now? What is he going to do? Who will be coming in here? Should I tell him I'm ready?" She wondered so many things. She decided to wait. She drank her wine and thought about the possibilities. She light touched herself, running her fingers across her neck and then her breasts. Her phone finally went off. "Put on the mask. Lay down on the bed. Relax." Melissa's interested in what he had planned was intense now. She wanted to ask so many questions but his lack of response earlier convinced her that she would not get one this time either. She decided to trust him. She did as he asked, slipping in the mask, and laid back on the bed. Her mind was still racing but her arousal was peaked. She laid there waiting, her nipples hard and her pussy getting wet. The door opened. She wanted to hear her husband's voice but there was only silence. She heard footsteps getting closer. She felt the weight of another person climbing on the bed. She thought he felt and smelled like her husband, but the darkness in the mask left her wondering if it was him or not. She couldn't tell. "It has to be him" she thought. She felt hands softly spreading her legs. Then those hands slipped behind her knees and pushed them up, spreading her open and slightly rolling her hips back. She felt breath on her pussy. A wide, soft tongue licked her from the bottom of her opening to the top. Slow, light strokes of the tongue made her have to catch her breath. Soon the tongue was in her pussy, going in and out. It felt so good and she wanted more. She felt lips on her own, sucking on her labia softly. This was not what she was used to. "Who is this? It has to be him, right?" She continued to wonder, but the pleasure was over riding the questions at this point. She felt the tongue on her clit. Soft, slow circles around her swollen button. The hands slipped up along her sides and squeezed her tits. The tongue licking her harder and more deliberately. She was completely in the moment, loving the feelings she was having. The hands were on her nipples, squeezing and rolling them. Slightly pulling them while the tongue continued to lick her clit. The motions on her clit were becoming faster and harder, and her body was getting tense. She felt her nipples getting pulled and squeezed, and she moaned with the feeling of impending ecstasy. She arched her back and moaned loader still and felt her orgasm hit, her thighs clenching together and her body convulsing. Her back was off the bed and she twisted her body, overwhelmed with her feelings of pleasure. She felt and heard the person rise while she laid there, unable to move, catching her breath. She heard the door opening and lifted the mask, hoping to see who it was. It was too dark and her vision too blurred to make out much, and all too quick the door was closed. She laid there and enjoyed the feeling of satisfaction. She had experienced a powerful orgasm, and could barely move. Thoughts slowly started to come back to her, and she wanted to know what had just happened. Johnny had hoped that seeds of wonder had been planted. He hadn't made any arrangements for the stranger to have spoken to his wife at the restaurant, so he had felt lucky that that had happened. He went the hotel and ate her pussy as quiet as possible and trying to make it different than his usual routine. He left thinking he had definitely made cum harder than normal, but unsure if she knew it was him or not. He left and took a short drive to kill some time. He wanted Melissa to wait and wonder. He wanted the suspense to build some more before he went to the hotel to make love to her. Melissa was anxious to hear from Johnny. When she couldn't wait anymore she sent him a text, "Where are you?" There was no answer. She was wanting him more than ever and minutes seemed like hours. Finally the door opened. Johnny walked in and smiled at her, walking towards the bed. He undressed as she watched, looking him up and down. "Who was that?" she asked. "That was you, right?" Johnny smiled and ran his hand across her shoulder. He didn't say a word as he leaned in to kiss her, his hands reaching down to cup her breasts. She looked beautiful, and her lipstick and stockings always turned him on a little more. Melissa was too hot to worry or ask any more questions at this point. She took charge and pushed her husband back on the bed. She went straight for his cock, and without the usual teasing slipped her lips cross his head. She licked it and sucked on the tip, rubbing his balls with her hand. He felt so smooth and she loved suck his dick. She rubbed at the base of his dick while her mouth started slipping further and further down his manhood. She heard his moans and felt his hand slowly rubbing the back of her head. His hand found his way down her back and squeezed her ass as she worked more intently on his stuff tool. Her red lips were sliding up and down it now most of its length while her hand was following it up and down as well. Her motions became quicker, as she could not contain her desire. She loved the feeling she had giving him so much pleasure, as his moans arched back proved. He wanted to be inside her, and pulled her head back. She resisted at first but then gave way, knowing he was ready and to wanting to fuck her pussy. He laid her back on the bed and spread her legs. He got between her thighs and rubbed the head of his cock at her entrance. He rubbed the head on her wet lips and slipped inside. Her breath escaped her as she felt his fullness fill her up. He started as slow as he could, short soft strokes with his dick buried deep inside her. As she got used to him being inside her he lengthened his strokes. He leaned forward to lick and suck her nipples while his dick went deeper and deeper. His strokes became longer and harder as he felt her tight, warm pussy become more and more inviting. Her pussy always felt so good and tonight was no exception. After an orgasm she was always so sensitive and felt extra tight around his dick. He leaned in to kiss her and fucked her harder and faster. He dropped himself on top of her and reached down to pull squeeze her ass and pull her closer. He was dying to cum and she could feel it. "Yes baby, fuck me harder. Cum in that pussy baby, cum for me!" Johnny was thrusting hard and his dick was swollen. He felt the cum surging through his balls while he thrust as hard and deep as he could. Hearing his wife ask for it always drove him wild and he could wait no more. His cum shot from his dick, loud moans escaping his mouth. His orgasm was long and full, and Melissa could fill his cum filling her up. "Oh yes baby, cum in me" she cried as he came deep inside her. His orgasm was long and intense, and it felt like more cum than ever had shot out of his dick. He stayed inside her, his dick slowly getting softer. He was breathing hard and look down lovingly on his wife. She laid still with her eyes closed, her breath making her breasts heave with each inhale and exhale. Johnny slipped out of his wife and sat beside her. He reached down with his hand and rubbed his finger up and down her pussy. She was very wet and sensitive, and her thighs started to close. Johnny reached down with his other hand and pulled her thighs apart. His finger dipped lower on her pussy slid up down her opening. He slid two fingers on each side of her clit and felt how hard it still was. He pressed a finger on her clit and rubbed it slowly side to side, back and forth. Her clit grew even harder as he rubbed it harder and faster. His other hand ran up and down the inside of her thighs while his finger built up speed on her hard clit. She gave in complete to his efforts and laid back. Her clit was getting harder and his finger was continuing to build up speed. His hands always knew how to please her and in her turned on state tonight they felt better than ever. He sensed her orgasm building rubbed across her clit as fast as he could. Again her thighs clenched and let out loud moans while the waves of her orgasm came across her body. She clenched her thighs right and he struggled to stay on her button, which was as hard as he had felt it. Her orgasm was intense and her pussy was so sensitive. She pulled his hand away and breathed hard and deep. The feeling was wonderful and overwhelming. She was as satisfied as she had ever been, and her orgasm had drained her completely. She drifted off to sleep while Johnny laid beside her. He softly kissed her cheek and fell asleep himself. He was proud to have satisfied his wife so fully. In the morning she woke to find herself alone. She had some questions for her husband, and couldn't wait to see him and find out the answers. The Room In the beginning was the darkness and the darkness filled the room. A wind from the air conditioning blew gently through that space. A woman then said, "Let there be light;" and, lo, there was light. This then was the morning of the first day. The light, actually a bank of four spot lights, shone down from the void above onto the floor below illuminating the single structure. They also illuminated a shield and the sword, star and hammer & sickle that adorned it. The shield was a familiar badge and was hung prominently on the wall facing the structure: the shield awoke the ghost of a memory: a memory that came from an earlier time. There was a scroll below the shield: a scroll with gold Cyrillic lettering embossed upon it; lettering that spelled out the words: Комите́т Γосуда́рственной безопа́сности. Those familiar with the Russian language would translate this as: Committee for State Security or more simply as the three ominous letters KGB. The structure was a simple one, just a steel St Andrew's cross set in the centre of the room. There were four rings set into the structure, four steel rings that could slide up and down in slots. An ominous structure facing an ominous shield in an ominous room. The room seemed big due to the lighting and the fact that floor, walls and ceiling were all painted light-absorbing matt black. It seemed huge, although it was scarcely twenty feet square. It was a Special Interview Room. The equally black cross was adorned with the body of a naked American girl who looked to be in her early twenties. The body was, needless to say, very much alive and was held by four furry and padded cuffs: one around each ankle and one around each wrist. The cuffs were clipped onto each ring so that the girl was crucified after the manner of the patron saint of the Scots. She had lost count of the time that she had hung naked in the darkness of that cool room. Half an hour? An Hour? She guessed that this was what they meant by the term "Softening up". When the spotlights clicked on it had taken a minute or two for her eyes to adjust, when they did she recognised the anachronism hanging on the wall in front of her. "You have got to be kidding me!" She called out in disbelief. She heard footsteps clatter on the metal floor. Clack! - Clack! - Clack! Slowly, threateningly they approached from somewhere behind her. Clack! - Clack! - Clack! Suddenly another spotlight flared into life dazzling her all over again. Then came the voice: a woman's voice with the slight accent that matched the Cyrillic lettering. "Yesterday, upon the stair..." It was a young voice, a quiet one, a gentle one. " ...I saw a girl who wasn't there." Clack! - Clack! - Clack! The footsteps came closer. "She wasn't there again today..." There was breathing behind her. " ...I think she's from the CIA." Clack! - Clack! - Clack! The footsteps were close now. Clack! - Clack! - Clack! Now they were in front of her. She opened her eyes again and saw a woman dressed in a uniform skirt and jacket. They were a khaki-brown colour but with gold buttons and rich blue shoulder boards complete with the three small stars of a senior lieutenant. The lieutenant carried a riding crop. The women's eyes met under the dazzling lights and the KGB officer spoke «Привет американский леди.» Which sounded like "Privyet Amyerikanskayi Lyedi." The prisoner thought for a short time: her Russian was more than a little rusty: "Greetings American Lady." The very idea. "Hallo Russian bitch!" She snapped. "When you gonna let me go?" The woman, the KGB Officer smiled. "That is not a request that I can grant." The voice was soft and gentle. Then, boot heels clacking, she walked slowly around the prisoner, looking at her and taking stock of every detail. She returned to the front, standing between the cross and the coat of arms. The woman on the cross was quite attractive: long, straightish, chestnut hair that just reached down to her B-cup breasts. The Russian slowly extended a hand and gently felt the weight of one. The American girl glared with displeasure at this violation, but remained silent. Next the Russian gently ran a finger around the prisoner's coral-pink areola. The finger was gentle as it traced the circle. To her amazement, the American girl felt her nipple harden and poke forward like the rubber on the end of a pencil. "Nice!" The KGB officer muttered. "Fuck you!" Spat the American. The other woman chuckled. "That request, I can grant!" The glare was icy, but the Russian officer ignored it. The girl with the chestnut hair and perky tits looked to be in her early twenties but had a nice figure: narrow waist and hips in proportion with her bosom. Quite a catch. "I suppose you are going to torture me!" The girl snapped. The Russian smiled as if she was enjoying the exchange. "Would you like me too?" The American looked as if she had been slapped. "What? No, of cause not! I wouldn't talk anyway!" Again the throaty chuckle. "Sorry, I assumed that it was your thing: I know how some of you people are into BDSM. But if that is not what you want, then we will have to find something else to pass the time." The Smile was open and friendly. "Besides, torture is silly and no good for getting information... Too unreliable... Only used by incompetent amateurs who do not know what they are doing! We gave it up in the 1950's: far too unreliable." The brown-haired girl glared at her. "What do you want and why are you holding me here?" "Don't you remember? You were caught where you should not have been, opening draws and reading other peoples files." The American tugged at her bonds, grimacing when they did not give. "I demand to see the American Ambassador!" The Russian chuckled again. "He's in next cell." Again the girl looked as if she had been slapped. "WHAT??" The woman laughed. "I was joking... Funny, yes?" "No!" The girl snapped back and was rewarded with a brief shrug. The woman took a step closer and stared at the girl who stared back. She tried to gauge just how old the lieutenant was. Her skin was pale, smooth and flawless, her ash-blonde hair was done in a thick plait that hung down past her shoulder blades but left enough loose to form a long, carefully brushed fringe from under which stared a pair of pale, ice-blue eyes. Eighteen? Twenty-eight? Thirty-eight? She had absolutely no idea. "Okay, so you are a Ruskie... But KGB? That was disbanded a quarter of a century ago: so why the play acting?" The girl tugged at her bonds again and when they still did not give, she shouted: "Nnnggg!!" in exasperation. "Tell me, CIA lady, what were you looking for? Who knows? I might even help you to find it." The Russian said quietly as she unbuttoned her jacket, removed it and hung it on the end of the "X" frame. The American stared at the figure that was revealed for the first time. The C-cup breasts, the wide hips, the small waist. It was impossible to even guess her age, but the whole package screamed "cougar". She removed her tie and draped it over the jacket. "That is better!" She said with a smile. "I'm comfortable now - are you?" The girl shrieked in exasperation and rattled her bonds again. "Ah! I'll take that as a 'no', shall I?" The smile was becoming annoying. Why doesn't she beat me with that riding crop and get it over with? The American girl thought. The KGB woman placed her riding crop on the floor, then rolled up the sleeves of her shirt revealing even more flawless creamy flesh. The CIA woman's brown eyes flicked back to the face. God, there's not a single line or wrinkle! She's beautiful. Suddenly she felt warm. Was that why the Russian had removed her jacket? She realised that the KGB officer was more than just looking at her... She was being appraised: valued almost. "Look, please let me go: I won't say anything, honest. We're both in the same business, we're both professionals: we're just on opposite sides, that's all. The Cold War ended the year I was born and I bet you're no older." The blonde chuckled but said nothing. Instead she leaned forward and whispered into the brunette's ear. "I was same age as you are now when the KGB was disbanded." Then she nibbled the ear taking the American by surprise. She tried to pull away. "Wait! Are you a dyke?" «Дa, лесбиянка.» ("Da, Lyesbiyanka")The blonde chuckled again and kissed the pretty pink ear playfully Yes I'm a lesbian. The words had enough weight to cause her to gasp as she translated Why am I not surprised? "Well I'm not, so let me go!" The brunette squealed. Instead, the Russian stepped back, picked up her riding crop and gently pushed the leather flap between the girls legs and rubbed it against her pussy lips. Outraged, the brunette stared back, her mouth open and her brown eyes wide. The blonde slowly withdrew the crop and looked at it. The leather was wet. She smiled revealing a perfect set of beautiful, even and pearl-white teeth. She licked the end of the crop. "Exquisite! But tell me, if you are not gay, why is your pussy so wet, my dear?" She purred. The American suddenly blushed a bright red but said nothing: instead she closed her eyes in an attempt to hold back her tears... The Russian woman watched her for a few seconds before continuing in a soft. Gentle tone. "We do not need to beat or torture you. We do not even need to interrogate you as we already know everything about you." The Russian paused to let this statement sink in before continuing. "You are Jacquelyn F. Cox, of 3195 Dog Hill Lane, Barnard, KS 67418. Your mother's maiden name is Bailey and you are work in the CIA's Langley Headquarters as an Assistant File Clerk. However, like most low ranking administrators, you have delusions of being a field officer." The Russian woman rattled off. "See! I do know just about everything about you that there is to know - even that purple is your favourite colour and you were born on June 30, 1989 making you 26 years old . Oh and that you were caught making out with another girl in a closet during your eighteenth birthday party." The girl suddenly seemed to slump letting her wrists support her light weight as she began to sob. "I was curious, that's all... I just wondered what was going on here and the office door was unlocked. Who are you?" The woman smiled even though the girl still had her eyes clamped shut and was sobbing quietly. "I am former KGB Senior Lieutenant Anna Aleksandrovna Volkova. I am more than twice your age...! I am also the woman who gave instructions for the door to be left unlocked!" She dropped to her knees and gently began to lick more of the juices that were trickling from Jacquelyn's exposed pussy. Her tongue slipped between the folds of the girl's corral-pink labia them, as she reached around and jerked the slender hips against her face, she forced its probing tip into the tight little vagina. The brunette gasped and eased her thighs apart as much as she could. She had lost the battle of wills and knew it. The sobs died away and were replaced by little yelps of surprise and then pleasure. Suddenly there was a single squeal as the muscular tongue began to explore her little clitty. The yelps became louder and closer together until her body shook as she was expertly brought to a sudden powerful orgasm. Anna stood and gently hugged her before kissing her tenderly. As Jacquelyn tasted her own pussy secretions on the blonde woman's mouth, she sighed and relaxed into the Russian's arms. Do I really taste like that? She wondered. The girl could feel the woman's larger breasts pressing into her own and could smell her expensive and heady perfume. "See?" The blonde purred seductively. "After a quarter of a century, my uniform still fits perfectly." Her tone changed to a persuasive one. " Jacquelyn, the CIA will have you arrested as a traitor, so there is no going back. Why don't you come and work for me? I can find a position for you in my organisation. I already know just how I can use you and who knows? You might even get to see more of me on a regular basis." Jacquelyn closed her eyes, her mind in a turmoil, drom the name she knew that this woman was head of a global Business Empire that was worth more than many countries. She thought, but not for long. There was only one answer possible... "Yes please!" The brunette moaned her agreement although she completely missed the double meanings contained within that very persuasive job offer. The Room After your shower you dry yourself off and admire your body in the mirror. You pull your hair up and put the black leather choker around your neck. The silver in it looks good with the silver pierced nipple rings and clit hood ring you have. The final touch is the 5” strap high heels. You walk naked to the living room where I am sitting in a long white robe reading. Without a word you stand before me and let me look at you. I stand and tell you to kneel down. You do as I instruct, you can see that I am excited under the thick robe. I walk behind you and from my pocket pull out a soft-ball leather gag. You open your mouth without being told as I secure it on you. I also secure your hands behind your back with fur-lined cuffs. I tell you to stand, and from my other pocket I remove two chains. One is in the shape of a “Y”. At each end is a snap link and where the three meet there is a ring. I snap the links on your nipple rings and your clit ring. The other chain is a lead that I snap on the ring in the middle. I take the lead and walk away till the slack is gone and the chains pull your nipples and clit hood. I can hear you sigh as I tell you “come with me”. I lead you downstairs to a room tucked away in the back. It’s the pleasure room. Completely bare this evening with the exception of a small towel covered table. (At times it will have a dais, or a metal posted bed.) I’ve adjusted the track lights to shine in the center of the room. The walls are all mirrored and this gives even more of an effect. I lead you to the middle where I drop the lead and remove the cuffs. Instinctively you raise you arms over your head where I place them in a set of fur-lined cuffs that are attached to a bar. From the side of the room I get a sturdy bar with ankle cuffs. I place them above the straps of your heels. I spread the adjustable bar to get your legs apart but not too far. I then go to a wall switch and the bar above your head rises. I stop it when it is at just the right level of you being suspended and still on the ground. I move the bar at your ankles back so that you are leaning slightly forward. This allows your breast to hang down and your ass to arch up. As I inspect you I can see a couple of drops of liquid on the tiled floor under you. I look to see that your pussy is so wet that it is actually dripping. Your nipples are also hard under the pull of the chains. I remove the chains and again look at you. I have not said a word, but I can hear you breath as I walk around you. From under the towel I produce a black leather-riding crop. I tease you by running it over your back and shoulders. You take a deep breath and shudder when I run it between your sex from behind. As I press it up against you I can see it get wet along the shaft. I walk in front of you and then place it over your lips; the look in your eyes is wild. I smile as I run the crop along your breasts and nipples. I run it down your belly to your clit ring. I gently nudge it and you begin to squirm. I pop your mound and your entire body shakes. I lean and whisper in your ear, “Is that going to make you cum?” You nod up and down once. “Then maybe I shouldn’t do it then?” Before you can react I slap your mound again this time closer to your ring, and harder. You shake and a low moan escapes you. I do this twice more and tell you “cum for me, slut!” With one final stroke you explode, your body convulses, you throw your head back and arch your back as you orgasm. It’s a sight to behold as you “squirt” your juice out of your pussy. Your spasm several times as you shoot your cum out on the floor. I tell you that was very nice, but you still have some work to do. From under the towel a pull out several alligator clip with small weights on them. The look in your eyes is of excitement and horror. I place a clip on each of your nipple rings. The weight while not that heavy pulls at your thick hard nipples. I then place a slightly larger weight on your clit ring. You bite down on the gag as your chest rises and falls. I stand back and admire you in the spotlight. You look stunning, like a wild animal trapped in snare, the weights dangling from your tits and clit. I take few steps back so you can see me fully. I drop my robe and you can see I have black panties on, and there is a large dark stain from the pre-cum that has oozed out of my hard cock. Yours eyes are locked on it as I say, “Would my little slut like to see more?” You nod up and down once. I remove the panties and you can now see I have our universal leather harness on. It’s like a g-string with adjustable waist straps and a hole in the front to allow a dildo to be inserted through or as now my cock. The underside strap separates my balls to either side as the strap continues up the crack of my ass. I turn so you can see that the rear strap is holding two flesh-toned balls against my ass, and you know that I have an 8” long dildo inserted and secured in my ass. I get the desired effect you moan and squirm against the cuffs. I lean and whisper to you again, “Does that turn my little slut on? does that make you crazy horny?” You nod now several times up and down. I walk behind you and on purpose brush my cock against your thigh. I slap your ass with my hand and tell you to “Present your ass to me slut!” You arch your back and stick your ass out to me. I slap both cheeks hard several times and tell you to “Stick that pussy up for me!” You do as you’re told as I slowly start to finger your cunt. I insert my right index finger first, slowly pushing in and pulling it out. I then add my middle finger and repeat the process. I spread them apart inside you; I ask you “do you like that slut?” You nod up and down once. I then say, “You want more don’t you slut?” This time you nod up and down several times. I then add my ring finger and you shake again, I can tell you are close to cumming. I spend more time moving in and out of you, spreading my fingers. I tell you, “Loosen that hole up slut, you know what I want don’t you? You nod up and down once. I now add my little finger and this is too much for you. You cum all over my hand, this is good since it is a natural lubricant. I now push harder up into you, I can feel you muscles relax and stretch each time. With my free hand I place a bit of lube on my thumb and top of my hand. On the next several strokes I tuck my thumb into my hand and you can feel that I am pushing harder into you. Your sighs have become moans, and they have been getting longer and louder each time I push up into you. I rotate my hand around as I say to you, “That’s it my slut, open that hole up for me, I want to see how wide that cunt of yours will open” Slowly my knuckles push inside you and then in one motion it’s over and my hand to my wrist disappears in your hole. You shake and if you didn’t have the gag you would have probably screamed. I love the sight of my hand buried in your cunt. The heat is unbelievable as I let you gather your bearings. I then say, “You like that don’t you slut?” You nod up and down once. I then curl my hand inside you into a fist. Very slowly I begin to slide in and out of you. When I am deep inside you I flex my hand and you shake, your breathing becoming shallower. I tell you, “don’t cum slut, I don’t want you to cum till I tell you too” You nod up and down as I reach with my free hand and from the table produce a dildo like the one in my ass. I have already lubed it so it is ready to enter your ass when I press it against your hole. You again are stopped from screaming by the gag as you feel the head push into you. I push my fist into you deep and say, “Now open that asshole up for me slut, I know you like being filled, do it now!” As if by magic you button opens and I watch as I slowly push the 8” dildo into you. I can feel it against my hand and wrist. Once inside you I start a rhythm of strokes with my hand and the dildo. You can only take it for a few minutes when I can tell your moans start to be that of crying. I ask you, “Are you ready to cum for me slut?” You nod up and down continuously amidst your cries. I tell you, “then cum for me slut!” You erupt and shake in a way that only this sex act can do to you. Your cum leaks out past my arm as if you are peeing. The shaking only enhances the pain and pleasure you are receiving from your weights that are like hot irons on your nipples and clit. As you come down I remove my hand from your gapping open hole. I leave the dildo in your ass (I know you like it). I then remove the bar from you ankles and the straps from your wrist. I then lean against one of the mirrored walls as you come up and kneel before me. You then remove the straps to my harness. You pull my cock through the hole while leaving the dildo inside me. I reach down and undo your gag. You look down at my swollen cock. You look at the ring that is at the top of my scrotum and give it a gentle pull. I moan as you use it to pull my cock into your mouth. You then start to suck me off, with one hand pulling the ring the other slowly starting to work the dildo in and out. I look down to see you looking up at me. I say, “Does my little slut want some cum?” You nod up and down without missing a stroke. I know I can’t hold much longer and you know this as well as you pick up the pace, now pumping my ass hard with the fake cock. I cry out as I begin to shoot my sperm in your mouth. I can feel you gulp with each spasm I shoot into you. As I gain my bearings you leave the dildo in me as you stand up in front of me. From how I’m leaning against the wall and with you in your heals your are taller than me. Your lips are swollen and puffy as we meet for a kiss. You part my lips and a mouthful of cum falls into my mouth, you swirl you tongue in my mouth. We both reach around and push the dildos in asses deeper as we kiss. You then say the first words of the night “swallow it”. I do as you say. We then kiss again, between kisses I ask you if you enjoyed it, you nod yes and say, “I can’t wait for me to do the same to you tomorrow”. The Room J. Boase © 2003 The Room has an intensely erotic atmosphere. Unmistakably, irresistibly, it envelops you in sexual persuasion. It is rectangular and roomy, a door at one end, a bay window at the other with curtains that allow you to vary the light. It has a polished wooden floor, ideal for dancing in stockinged feet. It has a fireplace, ornate but unused, and a central chandelier. The high ceiling features pressed metal panels with floral designs. Its only furnishings are a high-backed chair, a piano stool and a black, brilliantly glossy grand piano. 'Pour us a glass of wine and bring it in,' she says with a knowing look before disappearing into The Room and closing the door behind her. I draw the cork from an excellent merlot, the kind one would expect to find in the cellar of a gourmet cook and wine connoisseuse. On the kitchen bench I find two elegant wine glasses: Riedel, of course. A single candle and a match lie to hand where she has left them for me. Lighting the candle, pouring some wine and holding the glass to it. Breathtaking colour. Swirling the wine in the glass, lifting it to my face, sealing my nose with the neck of the glass. Complex aromas, rich and refined, assertive yet subtle. Swirling again, taking a generous draught, resting it initially in my mouth then swishing it around to release the flavors. Holding it there until I finally swallow, to be delighted by the wine's long finish. I may have had a better red wine but I can't remember when. 'Da da da, da da da, da da da daa, da-da da...' Beethoven! The Moonlight Sonata! I pour both glasses and carry them to the door of The Room, opening it gingerly. She has discarded her dress. Her bare shoulders sway gently at the keyboard. Her music fills The Room with its elegant tones, a soft yet compelling sound. I put her glass on the window sill adjacent to the piano stool. She wears only black panties, contrasting with her fine, pale skin; black, stay-up stockings; and black, heeled shoes. She engages my eyes and smiles. I take the high-backed chair and sip the lovely wine. A superb merlot, Beethoven, The Room and a nearly naked pianist! I marvel at the combination. 'What is the rest of the world doing at this moment?' I wonder, enchanted by her playing... The first movement ends. She takes up her glass and walks over to me. 'To us'. 'A worthy toast!. We clink our glasses and sip. I stand and hold her hand. She takes a mouthful of merlot and puts her lips to mine. The wine spills onto my tongue and runs down my throat. Some of it overflows down my chin. She holds herself to me and I draw the wine vapors from her mouth. Her hand brushes against my cock. She has been rubbing against it while kissing me. There is a wet patch on my trousers. 'That feels promising'. 'I want another one of those wine kisses, please'. 'Liked that one, did you?' She puts her glass to her lips and sups, holding the wine in her mouth. We kiss again. I marvel at the sensations of transferring wine, then wine vapors from her mouth to mine. Her perfume is alluring. Sitting again, putting my glass on the floor and drawing her to me. The scent of her arousal is earthy and obvious. Her panties are wet. Taking deep breaths, savouring her aroused state, running my hands around the shapely curves of her buttocks. My tongue seeks her sex, easing the fabric of her panties into her slit. A little shiver runs through her bottom. She tastes wonderful. 'I have something special in mind for you', she says in her warm, enticing voice. 'Oh, and what would that be?' My voice is muffled, between her thighs. 'I need to leave you for a minute to make it happen'. 'Ok... but just one more sniff and lick... I feel very self-indulgent...' Luxuriating in the glories of the scent and wetness that she has made for me. Enjoying the feeling of maleness that comes from being able to arouse such an intensely sexual woman. My lover is addictive. Her sexuality is awe-inspiring. Her needs would frighten a lot of men. She pulls back, slowly. My mock protest goes unheeded. She puts down her glass and walks to the door, exaggerating the movement of her hips. Her bum is magnificent. Her stockinged legs flow stylishly. Her skin is smooth and white in the muted light. I hear her shoes going along the passage towards her bedroom. Thirty seconds or so and I hear her returning. She comes through the door carrying the duvet and a pillow from her bed. She clicks the door shut. 'Mmm... This looks like fun...' 'Do I ever disappoint you?' She spreads the duvet, doubled over, on the grand piano and positions the pillow. 'You're overdressed'. I take the hint, not caring that my fine wool suit finishes up in a pile on the floor. She leans on the piano, her torso reflected in the brilliant sheen of the lid, sipping from her glass. 'So... show me your cock...' I sit with legs apart, stroking my cock. It's longer and thicker than most, she tells me. I'll take her word for it. I've never seen another man erect in real life. Liquid flows profusely from my cock. I use the liquid to allow my fingers to slip easily over the fleshy cockhead. I stroke it like this when self-pleasuring, pulling firmly on the head, rarely touching the shaft. 'I like watching you do that'. She does, indeed. Sometimes we sit opposite each other and watch ourselves self-pleasuring until we come. The Room is perfect for that. We have also watched each other outside, in a secluded corner of her rambling garden, our naked bodies bathed in sunshine, surrounded by flowers and blossom trees. I pull down on the skin at the base of the shaft and thrust my groin forward, displaying my full length. 'God, do I take all of that inside me?' She sounds genuinely incredulous. I hold my cock against my belly and lift my balls with the other hand. They feel full and heavy, a pleasurably male sensation. Her eyes fixate on them. I single out the bigger left one and display its shape to her with the skin stretched tightly around it. She sips and watches intently. 'I suppose you'll be wanting to empty those?' 'One way or the other, I promise you'. 'I leak for days after I've been with you'. 'I hope so, woman! I do my best'. 'Tell me about it! When I went back to the office the last time I had a flood of it in a meeting and had to sit in wet knickers'. 'Ah, the plight of you ladies... You do like the stuff, though... You told me...' 'Yeah, sort of...' she says with a wry smile and a meaningful look. She drains her glass and puts it on the floor, under the piano. She flicks off her shoes, then draws her panties down her legs and tosses them to me. I put them to my nose. Earthy, like a good Bordeaux red: 'Chateau D'. She always laughs when I make this comparison. Her body hair has been recently waxed and only a tiny strip remains. The lips of her cunt are prominent, the way I felt them when I tongued her through her panties. She climbs onto the piano with the aid of the stool and lies back on the duvet, her head on the pillow. 'Sit on the stool'. I follow her direction, cock swaying stiffly as I walk. 'You clever woman, you!' The height of the piano stool is the perfect height to let me put my mouth on her. She wriggles forward until her cunt is accessible to me. We have a little ritual. She must not come too quickly. If she senses the onset of orgasm she touches me on the top of my head and I take my mouth away from her clitoris. When the moment has passed, she touches me again on the head which tells me that I can work my way back to her clitoris. She must draw back from her peak at least twice before coming. My lover is capable of coming many times and can reach high arousal in a very short time. We joke that her idea of foreplay is to have three quick orgasms to relieve the tension before she settles into serious lovemaking. Her sexual needs are constant, overwhelming. Like me, she knows the blessing and the curse that characterise obsessive sexual need. We understand each other. Taking my time, working my tongue into the folds and recesses of her cunt, relishing the different textures of the skin. Her inner lips are a work of art, perfecty symmetrical. Running my tongue tip along the length of them and sucking on them. Using the blade of my tongue to lap through her opening; big, broad swathes of tongue-lapping that collect her juices; penetrating her with gentle, then vigorous tongue thrusts. Putting butterfly kisses on the skin above her clitoris, drawing her lips back to give me access to that moist and fragrant flesh. Running my tongue between her outer and inner lips, pushing in against the folds, touching every tiny part of her. Tonguing along her perineum, pushing down on it through her cunt, clamping my lips on it, sucking gently. Licking lower, around her exquisite anus, sucking lightly on it. Hearing the sounds of her pleasure echo softly around The Room. Her strong arousal scent has been superseded by a sweet, fresh scent. Her liquid is also sweet. Her body is amazing in its responses. Earthy arousal scent and taste to attract me; sweet, fresh scent and taste when she has claimed me and has welcomed me into her beautiful, beautiful cunt. My cock and her cunt fit perfectly, amazingly so. Another pat on my head. From now on she is allowed to come. Pushing my lower lip up under her clitoris and drawing it away from her body. Licking down one side of it, the part where her middle finger works when she is bringing herself to orgasm. Feeling her bottom tensing up. Hearing her cries of heightened arousal. I know from watching that she strokes her clit vigorously to achieve orgasm. I have had her work my hand in order to get a sense of the pressure she likes. She has held my hand to hers and showed me the technique that she likes. 'Oh yes... Oh yes...!!!' Pressing my tongue hard against her clit and lapping her relentlessly, centring the pressure on the part she favors. Continuing to draw her clit up and away from her body with my lower lip, trapping and holding it with my upper lip, stretching the skin over it, sending her over the edge. 'Uuuunnnnhhhh!!!' Pressing my tongue-tip to her clit and holding it there. Her thighs push against my face, then part again as she opens her body to me. Slipping my thumb tip into her anus, feeling the muscle convulse and pulse. She throws her head back, revealing the tell-tale white patch on her throat when she comes. Her orgasm is prolonged and incredibly intense. Holding my tongue against her until I feel her relax, then clamping my mouth softly around her outer lips. Little after-shocks cause her bottom to lift and her thighs to twitch around my head. She lies back gasping, eyes closed, sated and spent for the time. Easing my tongue into her. Supping the sweet, creamy come-fluid that she has so joyously released. She will want to be filled with cock soon. She is the original Cock Woman. When she is ready I will carry her into the bedroom and fuck her brains out. She is in that mood. But for now we enjoy erotic tranquility. Her legs rest over my shoulders. Waiting for her to return to me, not moving, not wanting to distract her, revelling in her wonderful woman-sights just in front of my eyes, delighting in her scent and taste. Other sexual scenarios for The Room run through my head as I wait. We will try all of them. The Room {This is written in a fantasy land, free from diseases and prudance, and free from the other constraints that prevent such activities. So keep an open mind.} I have no idea what to wear. At all, and what does it matter much anyway? I wont know anyone who is there and I dont think they will see me. Texture is more important in this decision. I run my hands up and down my legs, my ass, my cunt. Making sure I am smooth to the touch. Even hair unseen can be felt and that is not my intention. I pull on black zipper latex thongs and a bra, snugging it close to my breasts, though you cannot see the restriction, the bulge of the crests of my tits will surely be felt along the satiny smoothness in the dark. I pull on my silk stockings, one by one and fasten them to the garters atop the panties. Over this I pull on a black lace dress, short to the curve of my arse and snug across the top. A black boa tops off the concoction and hollow heel boots bottom it out. I feel hot being so constrained this way, but that must be reveled, not indulged. I reach down to rub my clit a bit, and mentally spank myself for being out of line. I have heard of these rooms, these parties so called, from my friends in the swingers community, but I have never attended. Curiosity has finally gotten the better of me though, and I have decided it is time to succomb to carnality. I am picked up by one of my friends. Names are unimportant at this time, as are faces. She compliments my outfit and says I have chosen well. I see she is in a teddy, expensive leather encrusted with silver stoddin along the seams. Watching her drive excites me, and as we get closer to our destination, I reach over rest my hand on her thigh. We park and enter the house, I doubt I could give directions as I am in awe. It is not someplace that would be recognized for what it is from the road. Knocking, a woman in a red dress answers the door. She ushers us in wordlessly and I follow my friend down the hall. There is little furniture, and I can see no rooms. It would appear most of the space of the house is encompassed behind the door ahead. Turning the handle, we enter. I cannot describe exactly what I am hearing, it is not conversation, not polite conversation. I am surrounded by sighs, moans and thrusts. Demands and curses are spilled at random and it is hard to place a location with any sound. It is pitch black, and the light from the entrance hall does not reach into the opening of the doorway. Walking in, I sense people at my feet as the door shuts. I am surrounded by darkness and could not see my hand were I to hold in in front of my face. Hands grab at my legs, sliding upwards, into my inner thighs, massaging me there. I take a step, lightly, as to not step on anyone. My heel finds soft resistance, and I bear down harder, realizing I am on someones chest. I kneel, knee to the ground and place my hands upon a flat belly and a smooth arm. I feel a hand slide up the space left by my kneeling, and my thongs being slid down. A finger probes me and I fall back a bit. My breasts are caressed, and then my bra is ripped asunder. There is someone behind me, and they lay me down gently. I am not sure what the floor is uniformed with, but it is plush and yielding. Hands rove over me, I cannot count how many at this point. My dress is ripped away and fingers pinch and stroke me. A tongue licks my stomach, down and down. I feel a cock at my lips and I begin to suck lightly, loving the feeling of endless hands, everywhere, like a giant Medusa of feeling. I reach my hand out, and I feel the wetness of another woman. Cupping her, running my hand up and down the crack of her, feeling her fall gently into my caresses. I run my hand up her belly to run my thumb over her nipple and I sit up to take it into my mouth, as I am pushed over, a bit roughly, to my hands and knees. Someone slides underneath me, and I straddle them accordingly. I am comfortable and sit her down upon their face. Leaning over to suck upon her tits, a cock prods my ass, and I wonder fleetingly whether it is real. I draw from her and lean towards the person behind me and my nipples are pinched hard on my right nipple. I feel lips meet mine in a tangled kiss as another phallus enters my cunt. So full, I rock back and forth, enjoying the sensation, enjoying the flesh around me. I reach underneath her and insert my fingers into her, and she rides my hand, faster and faster and I rock with her. Biting my neck, I feel her pulse and know she has come. Her presence backs away and I am met in front by yet another. I underneath me to feel the wet shaft pumping in and out. It is so hard and again I wonder if it is real. A vibrator is stuck against my clit and I feel my head begin to pound, the noises around me make me want to come over and over, and yet I restrain. Arching my back, I lean against the person behind me and feel hard nipples against my back. I rest my palms onto the man below me and swivel my ass, so I can be penetrated from the side-like. A pussy is pressed against my face and I lick and suck with vigor, trying to keep her clean. Licking into her lips, up and down them and proceeding to caress her folds with my tongue, I lick my way up to her clit and suck gently. My hair is pulled and I think I may suffocate for a moment, but the all consuming of my body is too much for me to let go of. I run my hands up, cupping her ass before sliding a finger into her from behind. Her grip on my hair loosens a bit but I cup her ass with my free hand and bring her back to my face. By rocking back and forth, I can feel one dick enter me as one exits. I feel an orgasm coming on and I come up for air before delving back to lick circles around her clit. I feel her humping at my face as I scream into her folds, coming over and over, feeling everything at once and yet going slightly numb to the touch. I stop, and lean over, trying to catch my breath and enclosing the person below me in a vise as my thighs clench uncontrollably. I roll over and lay down, high. Lifted by unseen hands, I am put into some sort of contraption, and my legs are lifted above my stomach before being strapped there. It feels as though I am floating in midair on a swing, and I rock a bit, swaying. Another penis enters me and I try to reach down, to feel a harness. I feel no hands upon me, but the straps tighten on my legs as I am rocked, back and forth, enter and exit. I reach down and massage my clit idly, enjoying the sensation of being fucked without movement from me. Still buzzing from my previous orgasm, I feel another coming on, less powerful, but still intense. A hand smacks my ass, and I am being ridden like a bull at the fair, no sound from me, but sounds of ecstasy surrounding me. My ears ring and sing with the sound of bodies and I come again, and again. The Room I spot you from across the room. You flash an all-too knowing grin in my direction, telling me that you know what's on my mind. I wonder, "Is it that obvious?" But then I realize that I don't give a damn. This has been a long time coming, and now the moment has arrived. It's wrong, and we both know it, but I doubt that either of us really cares at this point. Our minds are no longer in control--there's no point in fighting anymore. You nod your head in the direction of the shop and, leaving the fresnel dangling by its safety cable, climb down from the catwalk. Abandoning my paints and brushes on the stage I follow suite. I take the long way around, telling myself that if I go out the side door and walk through the lobby perhaps people won't think to look for me in the shop. As I walk down the hallway I question myself. "Is this really necessary?" I answer, "Yes." Again I question, "Do you truly want this?" And again the answer is a resounding, "Yes." My heart pounds in my chest as I pass through the shop door. I pause when I realize you're not there. Where? Where could you be? I turn the corner: through the partially cracked door of the A.V. storage room I can see that the light is on. Slowly I peer through the crack in the door. As I suspected you're there in this other world, waiting for me. I step forward to join you, shutting out the external world as I close the door silently behind me. "No windows and it's mostly soundproof," you respond when I question the location choice. Then you add, "Plus, there's far less sawdust in here." Laughing, I embrace you and comment with a wicked grin, "Sawdust could be an interesting addition, but I suppose a quickie in the storage room will do for now." "For now? You mean this isn't just a one-time event?" "I suppose that will depend on today's performance." "Now you're making me nervous…but I suppose the show must go on!" In one smooth motion you've removed my shirt and bra, startling me with your deftness. "Unfair!" I cry. "Now it's my turn." "You think so?" you ask. "I'm not so sure." Again you surprise me with your agile fingertips as you unclasp my jeans and slide them down to my ankles. I realize as we both glance down at my nearly naked body that I'm wearing satin panties, and they clearly show how ready I am for this encounter. You reach down to feel them, you wide-eyed look betraying your surprise. "Been waiting for me long?" "A year and a half. But while some would consider that a rather lengthy wait I like to think that it's served well to build anticipation and excitement." I might've been disappointed when you kissed me instead of immediately removing the fabric covering my soaking wet pussy, but when you slide your lips from mine to explore my body with your mouth I realize that you have something else in mind. Your curious lips soon find the source of my juices and begin teasing my clit. As your tongue flickers back and forth the world begins to sway… "Wait!" I gasp. You immediately desist, believing that I might've changed my mind. I soon clarify myself. "My knees…can't support…falling..." Quite satisfied with yourself you chuckle as you ease me to the floor. "Let's try this, then; shall we?" I can only muster a slight nod in response; my mind isn't quite willing to focus on forming coherent sentences at this point. You ease my panties off and unzip your jeans. Suddenly I feel your body pressing into mine and realize that you're guiding yourself into me. "This is what you've been wanting, isn't it? This is what she can't give you. This is why you desire me." Again I can only nod. As ashamed as I am to admit it, you're right. I've spent so long dreaming of this moment, I almost can't believe that it's here. But then your so hard, so firm, and so…real. Knowing that my body is unaccustomed to this, you take your time in entering me. Finally you reach the end and I it's deep—oh, so deep—and it feels so good. Your eyes search mine as if to inquire whether I was ready, willing, and able to continue. I smile up at you, and you take that as a yes. Slowly at first, you begin to thrust into me. My back arches in response as I attempt to draw you in further. We soon locate the natural rhythm and our pelvises meet in succession as we speed towards climax. Your face contorts and I feel you explode into me. By the power behind your orgasm I can tell that I wasn't the only one waiting a long time for this day to come. As you ease your body down and lie on top of mine I can feel your member still quivering inside me. I slowly run my hands through your hair and decide to allow you a moment's rest. When your breathing returns to normal I pull your face in to meet mine and say, "That was wonderful…but now I want to be fucked." What was before somewhat limp and exhausted is now rock hard with excitement again. "Fucked, you say?" grinning at me. "Yes, and hard, too. Plus, I want to come." You slide out of me as you rise off the floor, then lend a hand to pull me up alongside you. Still holding my hand you spin me around and press me up against the cold, hard wall. "I'll fuck you like the bitch you are." You peel your clothes off with one hand, still holding me tight. The coarsely textured cement digs into my body as you drive into me forcefully, painfully. I cry out in ecstasy. This is what I had truly been longing for. What we were doing was wrong, and I felt the need to be punished for it. Pain, hot and fierce, throbbed through my body as you thrust in and out with all your might. You keep my left arm is still behind me, the ever domineering force. Using my chest to help keep myself upright I reach down between my legs with the free hand to rub at my clit. You take notice my actions and command me: "I'll allow you that bit of pleasure, whore; but you can only cum when I tell you to." I shiver involuntarily in response. Who knew that under that nice guy exterior lay the perfect master, just waiting for his servant to come along. And cum along is what I most desire to do. I crave it, ache for it; but still I hold off. The painful pleasure climbs slowly to the unbearable point, but I force myself to wait, biting my lip so hard it brings tears to my eyes. Finally you whisper, your breath hot on my ear, "Cum for me…cum for me now." I barely notice your juices pouring into me as the tidal wave inside my body breaks and I surrender to the forces of nature. You arms catch me as I fall, and again you guide me to the floor, your cock still warm and hard inside me. The gentleman's demeanor returns and you hold me close while I recover from the explosion. After I recover you help me redress, gently smoothing back my hair and straightening my clothing. As we finish preparing to reenter the real world you speak: "No matter what happens, whether we make this a regular event or vow never to touch in this way again, we'll always have today. Nothing could ever ruin the moments we shared this afternoon." I look back to smile at you, but the solitary tear rolling down my cheek confirms what you already know. This was but a one-time event, a passing moment in time that we could never return to, except perhaps in our dreams. Then I step through the door—renewed, refreshed, and newly rededicated to the life I but momentarily left behind when I had entered the room.