0 comments/ 111488 views/ 26 favorites The Visit Ch. 01 By: Sunny22 I looked out of the terminal window last year on October 30th at LAX as my Dad’s plane taxied up to the terminal gate. It had been almost a year and a half since I had seen anyone from the family. On the day after I graduated from high school I had left the little blue collar Indiana steel mill town I had grow up in and moved to LA. I had everything planned. First I would become a super model, then move into acting. I was sure Hollywood was just waiting to embrace me. Of course I was wrong. After one month my money was gone, but I managed to get a job dancing in a topless club called Tricks. At first I was a little shy on stage, but a girl named Stacey took me under her wing and soon I was having a blast. I’ve had always considered myself kind of wild. I lost my virginity at 15 and had many sex partners through high school, but the girls at Tricks were at a whole higher level of sluttiness. Soon I was making enough money at the club to get my own apartment. The apartment complex I moved into was a great arrangement in that besides old Mr. Johnson in 2A and Kate and Karen Olsen, the old widows in 3B, girls who worked the club took all the other ten apartments. The pool was hidden away from the street and no one cared if we sunbathed nude. The widows kind of mothered us. They had both been actresses in their early days and often reminisced on old stars they had fucked. Mr. Johnson watched us all from his room with binoculars. I guess he thought no one knew he was spying, but of course we all did. Last September, about a month after moving into the apartment one really hot afternoon I was sunbathing by the pool when a girl named Gina came up to me. “Sunny” she said, “That fucking bitch Carol stood me up for a photo shoot and I really need this job. Would you be interested?” “I don’t think so, Gina,” I replied. I knew most of the girls were also doing porn, but I wasn’t too interested. I couldn’t imagine someone in my family seeing me like that. “Come on, Sunny, I really really really need you.” “Isn’t there anyone else?” I asked. “Just Kate Olsen, but I don’t think Pete will fuck her.” “Pete?” I asked. I had met Pete at a party the last Friday night and thought he was really hot, but before I could make a move on him, another girl, Jenna had taken him back to her place. This could be my chance. “What kind of a shoot is it?” “Stills for a magazine,” Gina replied. “It’s a girl boy girl shoot. Come on, it will be fun. Pete is a great fuck and I've always wanted to try you out,” she said smiling, “but we’re late so move your ass.” I got up and put on my bikini. “Fast enough for you?” I asked. “Guess there isn’t much reason in getting on too many clothes, just more to take off when we get to the studio.” I went up and grabbed my purse and then we jumped into Gina’s car. She had been dancing and doing porn for a little over a year and she was driving a new Porsche. Most of the girls drove beautiful cars. From chatting with them I had learned after working in the industry for five years or so, most were pretty much set. It was not uncommon for them to have a few million dollars in the bank and retire. Many ended up marrying young, rich good looking men and switching from porn goddess to Soccer Mom. As we drove to the studio I knew in my heart that my time had come. We pulled up to the studio. I suppose I was expecting a big old time movie studio like the one I had toured when I had first come to town. Instead I saw a large warehouse with one door. Gina walked to the door and held it open for me. On the door I saw a small inscription that read: A. Productions. I walked in. And saw a big man wearing a security uniform watching the door. He said hello to Gina but was looking at me. Gina introduced us. “Joe, this is Sunny, we are working together today. Has Pete shown up yet?” “Yeah he got here a while ago. Sunny, you have to go see Jackie.” “OK, is she in her office?” Gina asked. “She might be in the editing room,” Joe replied. We walked down the hall. It might have been any office building until the naked man walked past. We turned and saw a young pretty girl at a desk. “Hi Terri, is Jackie in her office?” Gina asked. “Yeah go ahead in,” Terri replied as she smiled at me. We walked past her and through the open door. Sitting at a large desk was a pretty lady who looked to be in her late thirties. She looked up as we walked in. She looked from Gina to me and then back to Gina. “Carol a no show again?” she asked Gina. “She’s sick,” Gina said. “Bull,” Jackie said, “Tell her that’s two. One more no-show and she’s out.” Jackie looked at me. “Who’s your friend?” she asked Gina while looking me over. “Sunny. I thought she could fill in for Carol.” Jackie stood and came out from behind the desk and led Gina to the door. “OK, let me talk to her. Go to testing, makeup, and wardrobe and we’ll catch up to you.” Jackie shut the door behind Gina and turned to me. “Sunny, are you a slut?” I didn’t know how to answer. After a moment, Jackie continued. “Do you know what a male slut is? A playboy. A playboy is a guy who knows what he wants sexually and goes after it. A girl who knows what she wants and goes after it gets labeled too. Bitch, ball breaker, there are lots of names, but when it comes to sex, the name is slut. I’m a slut and all of the girls who work here are sluts, most just didn’t realize it before they started here. Society first gave us the label, then turned it into a negative, but when you stop and think about it, the label should be a compliment. Isn’t a girl who goes after what she wants better off than a girl who suppresses her spirit, settles for some guy and gets fucked every Saturday and maybe gets her pussy eaten on her birthday and Christmas? So tell me, are you a slut?” “I am,” I answered. I’ve often thought about what she had just told me and I am convinced that she was absolutely, completely correct. I am a slut. I hope my daughters will be. I hate that part of our culture that has made this a bad thing. “Good,” Jackie smiled, “first you can’t work today. Gina must have forgotten all of the stuff that needs to be done before you work for me.” She pressed a button on the phone on her desk. “Terri can you step in here?” The door opened and the receptionist walked in. “Terri go tell Steve that instead of a three way, that he will just be shooting Gina and Pete.” Terri smiled and walked out. “Hope you are not too disappointed,” she said to me, “but I have certain rules that I don’t break.” “Ok,” she said getting out some papers, “I need to ask you some questions.” “Name?” “Sunny Clark” “Age?” “18” “Height?” “5-5” “Weight?” “100” “Hair, Blonde. Eyes, Blue. OK, now for measurements. Hips?” “34” “Waist?” “24” “Bust?” “34” “Cup” “C” “Real?” “What do you mean? Real?” I asked. “Are your breasts real or have you had a boob job?” “There’re real” “Very nice,” Jackie said. “Ok, let me tell you a bit about what we do here. First, I’m Jackie Payten. I own and operate this place. It’s called Angel Productions. There are a lot of porn production places in LA. I like to think Angel is different, a cut above the rest. I consider this a kind of family operation. I try to run a classy operation here and so there are things I do and things I don’t do but before I get into that, I want to know what you don’t do,” Jackie said. “Ok, I guess I’ll do just about anything once,” I answered. “Really?” Jackie replied, “Would you do a dog?” “Oh, no, sorry” “Don’t be,” Jackie said, “How about watersports?” “Watersports?” I asked. “Piss.” “No” “Shit?” “No” “Kids?” “No” “Do you do drugs?” “No” “Anal?” “Yes” “Facials” “Yes” “Are you Bi?” “Yes” “Pain” “No” “Bondage” “Mild, I guess. You know fun stuff. Nothing serious.” “Ok, fair enough. How about if I cast you with a person you don’t find attractive?” “Depends on how bad that person was.” “Good answer. I can see you have some brains,” Jackie said putting down the sheet of paper. “Let me tell you about this operation. Before I said there are things I do and things I don’t do. What I do is publish a series of magazines every other month and about 12 video titles each year. I have eight magazines, each with a different theme. "What I don’t do is kids, animals, pain, piss, shit, or people who I don’t find attractive. Any questions?” “Uh no,” I said. “I decide who’s attractive, but I realize you may not agree. If there is a time now and then when you would rather not work with a certain person let me know, but don’t do it very often. I’m not a racist and no one in my studio is. If you are, you should leave now.” “I’m not,” I answered. “Good. I started this whole operation 16 years ago with a magazine called Slutty Angels. The theme of the mag is that Angels have come to earth to help mortals get off. All of my star actresses are billed as Angels. Over the years I’ve added titles, each representing the same theme but with a different flavor. I am still publishing Slutty Angels, but am also publishing Gang Bang Angels, Anal Angels, Cock Sucking Angels, Three Way Angels, Bi Angels, DP Angels, and Soft Angels. All of the mags are hard core, except Soft Angels, which is more of the convenience store type stuff. All of the mags share the theme of the Angels coming to earth.” “Most girls start in a supporting role until I see if they are going to work out. Supporting roles might be the human girl in a three way or in a Bi Angels mag, but I don’t know, there is something I like about you. I may start you out as an Angel right off. You have a nice Angel look about you,” Jackie said. “Thanks,” I said. “Along with the mags, we do about a dozen videos each year. The mags are always Angel pictorials, the vids are not. I’d say about 2 or 3 vids each year feature Angels. All of the vids are scripted, plotted dramas. There are many producers putting out the straight sex vids, but I’ve always insisted on plot. Along with the scripts, we do costumes, sets, makeup, hairdressing, basically the whole movie thing. You will be expected to learn your lines and act. To me the most important part of my vids is what is between the sex. Just About anyone can fuck but not everyone can act,” Jackie explained. I didn’t say anything, so Jackie continued. “The health of my actors and models is important to me. Before you can work for me you need to have a complete physical and blood work up. This will probably be the most complete physical you have ever had. You will go to my doctor tomorrow and he will bill me. Did you hear me tell Gina to go to testing? Before anyone works, they have a blood test done right here. By the time she’s ready to start her scene, we will have the results. If all is clear, she can start. These tests are how we practice safe sex here. There will be no condoms. I should warn you right off, these quick tests sometimes give false positives; in other words the test might indicate that something is wrong. If that happens we send you to my doctor for a complete set of tests. So far every false positive has been false. The best thing about the tests is that they never give false negatives. If your partner passes, you should have nothing to worry about.” “I’ve been doing all of the talking,” Jackie said, “Do you have any questions?” “How much will I earn?” I asked. “I had a good feeling about you from the start,” Jackie said. “I never bring money up with new actors and always wonder if they will ask. You are only the fourth person to ask me. Most of the actors pretend they forgot and ask after the physical. The other three girls who asked up front turned out to be three of my best girls.” “OK, here is how the payment goes. For magazine work, supporting roles pay $2000 per shoot plus ten cents per magazine sold. Angel roles pay $5000 plus 25 cents per copy and if you make the cover you will get $10,000 plus one dollar per copy. Video work pays $500 per minute of on screen time plus 50 cent per video sold. The average of non-starring onscreen time is probably 15 minutes; a starring role probably averages 45 to 60 minutes. If you make the video box cover, you will get another $10,000 and two dollars per copy.” “When I first started in this business, some things kept happening to me with actresses. The first was that I would develop a girl into an Angel, basically making her a star. After making the investment, one of the production houses in the Valley would woo her away with a promise of more money. That got old fast. Another thing that started happening was that a lot of the girls just were not good at handling money. I’ve known girls who have worked for me for years and have saved nothing. I’ve found that the average career for a girl in this business is about 5 years. There is no reason that after five years a girl shouldn’t be financially set for life. I’ve been forced to move girls from starring to supporting roles and I don’t like it. I like to think my Angels are special. I don’t want to see them broke and working for some raunchy Valley porn mill. Another thing that sometimes happens is drugs. It really is heartbreaking to see it happening, but with the kind of money the girls make, I guess it’s not surprising that it happens from time to time. If you want to change your look, ask me first. My Angels are not pierced or covered with motorcycle tattoos and Angels don’t get pregnant.” Jackie continued, “About ten years ago I was talking to my financial manager about some of these problems and we came up with a retirement endowment idea. Here is how it works. For every dollar you earn, I put 50 cents in a fund that I own. You will have no claim to this money. If you retire you will get an annual gift check from me based on the earnings driven from your share of the pool of dollars. Notice I said if you retire? Everyone stops working, but not everyone retires. The girl Gina was supposed to work with today didn’t show. This was the second time this has happened. If it happens again, she will be out of the company and will receive no annual gift from me. If a girl who has retired from Angel Production turns up doing porn for another company, the gifts will stop. The girls receive their checks at the annual Christmas party, but before they receive them they are drug tested. If they fail, the gifts stop. This may sound harsh, but it’s my money so I get to decide what to do with it. So far the whole thing has been working out pretty well. “One last thing you have to do is go through a five day course on economics and financial planning. Again, you girls make enough money to last a lifetime, as long as you keep your head,” Jackie said, then smiling she added, “You won’t always be giving head, but you always need to keep your head. “Still interested?” she asked. “More than ever,” I answered. “Great,” she said as she stood, “let’s take a walk around the place.” We walked out of her office and introduced me to Terri, her receptionist. She asked Terri to set up an appointment for me for my physical and my financial work. We walked down the hall and turned through a door and into the studio. We walked into the photo shoot Gina was working with Pete, the guy from the party. They were both naked, on a big king sized bed. Gina was wearing a halo that was bobbing as she swallowed Pete’s cock. His cock was pretty good sized, it was about 7 inches and fairly thick. A photographer was snapping pictures. When she saw us Gina stopped and smiled. “Hey,” she said. “Keep sucking him, dear,” Jackie scolded her. Gina smiled and sucked down his cock again and Jackie introduced me to the photographer. The photographer was a young man named Steve. “Let me tell you a few things you will have to keep in mind to be successful in this business,” Jackie said to me. “First, don’t be shy or modest. It may be cute in the bedroom, but it is a time and money waster here.” Jackie turned her attention back to Gina and Pete. Pete had moved Gina onto the bed had spread her legs and was getting ready to fuck her, but instead of doing it, he stopped so Steve could snap some pics. “How would you classify this scene, Sunny?” Jackie asked me. “What do you mean?” I answered. “Would you call it a pair, a three-way, a gang bang, bi, what?” “A pair, I guess,” I answered, not sure where this was going. “It’s a three-way,” Jackie said, “Do you know why?” Suddenly I understood. “Of course, the camera, right?” “Wow I am impressed. You are absolutely right. You need to be constantly aware of the camera and you have to be constantly sure the camera has a clear view of the action. If you like being fucked in a missionary, it probably won’t happen here. The missionary is too hard to see and photograph. You will also need to become part contortionist in your work here. You may need to move a leg or an arm out of the way, all while keeping a look of ecstasy on your face.” “Have you ever heard the expression red is green?” Jackie asked. I shook my head no and she continued, “It’s an expression from the world of professional wrestling. It means that there is more demand and so more money for the matches if they are bloody. Around here though, the expression is white is green. Understand?” “People want to see the cum?” I asked. “That’s right. You will have to get sticky. It’s up to the photographer to decide where the guy gets to drop his load. You will also have to work with the guys to make sure you don’t over excite them and get them off too soon.” I was listening to Jackie, but watching Pete fucking Gina. Either she was really getting into it, or she was one great actress. Pete pulled out and Gina got on her hands and knees. Pete moved up behind her and slid his cock deep into her pussy. He lifted one leg so the photographer could get a clear shot of the action. The photographer moved around and got pictures from the side and from the front. Gina’s big tits were hanging as she kept her doggie position. I felt some moisture between my legs. “Ok Gina, turn back over on your back and let’s let Pete fuck those big tits of yours,” Steve said. Gina smiled and complied. Pete moved over her and settled his wet cock between her tits. Gina pushed her tits together around Pete’s cock and Steve started snapping. After Steve stopped snapping that pose, he told Pete to go ahead and cum on Gina’s tits. Gina kept pushing her tits together as Pete pumped his cock over them. Pete then moaned and a stream of white sticky cum erupted from his cock. Gina continued to push her tits together as Pete shot more and more cum onto them. She when he stopped she used her finger to scoop up a blob of cum from her right nipple, then licked her finger clean. Steve had been snapping pictures throughout the climax. Pete climbed off Gina and she sat up smiling. Heavy drops of cum were sliding down her body. I realized I had been holding my breath and let out a rush of air. Gina smiled at me, “Kind of a turn on, isn’t it?” I nodded my head. “OK, Gina, hit the showers,” Jackie said, Sunny and I will wait for you in my office. Back in her office I had a Coke. The door opened and Terri, the receptionist came in. “I’m heading out,” she said to Jackie, “I’ll start supper. Nice meeting you Sunny.” Jackie must have noticed the inquisitive look on my face and so after the door closed she told me that Terri was her 18-year-old daughter. “Didn’t I tell you that Angel productions is a family operation?” she asked smiling. “I didn’t realize that was what you meant,” I said. “Well, I didn’t really,” she replied. “What I meant when I said it is that I really do have a strong kind of motherly instinct for all of the people who work here, but my daughter and son are part of the operation. The photographer, Steve is my son.” The Visit Ch. 01-02 A very special thanks to jack_Straw for his wonderful words of encouragement and time editing my story. Chapter 1 You arrive in Arizona greeted by a driver. You are whisked away to a beautiful home in the mountains. The ride is long and you are alone... the driver hands you a note. It reads: "Hello Lover, you are embarking on a wonderful weekend. When you arrive at the house you will be blindfolded. You will be escorted up the stairs to your room. You are to remove your clothing and lay on the bed. You will be tied to the bed. You will remain silent and only speak when spoken to. Is this understood? Give your response to the driver. Now sit back and wait." You arrive and follow directions. Your heart is beating and your cock is hard in anticipation. You lie there blindfolded and tied up for what feels like forever. Suddenly you feel something brush your foot. It tickles, you jump, then you are left alone again wondering what is in store for you. You feel fingers begin to trace your legs – lots of fingers, so it can't be just one person – and you are unsure if they are male or female fingers. Fingers tracing your legs, inching up your thighs ... Your cock swells and is painfully hard. The fingers touch your balls and you feel sharp nails biting into your thighs. You are squirming around unable to move. You feel tongues begin to lick your thighs, many more than one. You are trying to count. They creep up your thighs until they reach your cock and balls, lightly licking your cock and balls. As they are licking your cock and balls, tongues begin to dance around your stomach and nipples, licking and biting you. You are dying ... This feels so good yet you need more. You are aching to have them suck your cock into their mouth. Tongues begin to lick your ears and kiss on your neck. You are overwhelmed at having so many tongues dancing on your body at the same time. Finally you feel lips begin to caress the tip of your cock and wrap around the head, sucking you into the warmth of its mouth. Then another begins to suck the side and another on the other side. You have never had three mouths on your cock at the same time. Your balls are getting tight and you are sure you will explode soon. Then suddenly they are gone, all the mouths and tongues are gone. You feel empty and so alone. And then you hear me whisper in your ear, "welcome lover." I slowly begin kissing you, first on your ear and throat then gently I kiss your lips. Our tongues dance together and our kiss is filled with passion. I break the kiss and begin to kiss and suck your chest as I ease my way down your stomach. I suck your nipples gently at first then harder, biting. I suck your belly button and lick above your pubic hair as you squirm. Your cock is ready and waiting for me to take it into my mouth, I tease it, licking and sucking on the tip. Then I abandon it for your balls. I lick my way down to your balls and begin to suck them into my mouth one at a time, sucking harder and harder. I lick the underside of your balls and lick your asshole, not sticking my tongue in it yet, just teasing. I slowly work my way back up to the head of your cock and begin to suck it into my mouth inch by inch, sucking very gently until it is buried in the back of my throat. You feel my tongue caressing the side of your cock as it is buried in the back of my throat. I begin to suck and fuck your cock with my throat, willing you to shoot your cum down my throat. You can't hold it much longer and begin to shoot thick ribbons of cum down my throat. I greedily suck it in and swallow every drop. I know you want to fuck me now, but we have all weekend. For now, sleep, lover. The Visit Chapter 2 You awake rested and refreshed. Your restraints and blindfold gone You remember the feeling of all those fingers and tongues touching you, wondering who and how many. You are alone again. You turn and on the pillow beside you is a note. It reads: "Good morning, lover, welcome. Please shower and meet me on the balcony. Dress only in the silk robe provided for you." You shower quickly, anticipation building. You venture out onto the balcony. The mountain view is spectacular; the day is overcast and threatening rain. The balcony is larger than you expected and wraps around the side of the house. You see on the floor below you a trail of flower kisses beckoning you on. You follow the trail around the corner and are greeted by me in a very sexy long red nightgown. We don't speak; we just move together for a warm passionate kiss. Our lips part and our tongues touch. You reach up and softly caress the side of my face as we kiss. Our kiss becomes frenzied and you begin to reach out and touch my breasts. I stop you and tell you that you must wait. We will eat breakfast and build up to that. You sit and I walk behind you, slinking like a cat. I run my nails across your back and shoulders... digging them in a little. On the table before us is a fabulous feast. We are famished but have little interest in the food... I lean over your shoulder purposely resting my breast on your arm, rubbing my nipple across your skin, feeling my nipple harden and grow. I push the place setting out from in front of you, making room for me to sit in front of you. I straddle your lap and slide my bottom up onto the table, facing you. My nightgown has inched up my legs and now reveals the matching lacy panties I wear. You notice the moisture on my panties. I reach behind me for the bowl of fruit on the table. I begin to slowly feed you grapes and strawberries, one little bite at a time, gently kissing your lips after each bite. I reach back and trade the fruit for a glass of champagne. I slowly pour it in your mouth, spilling it on purpose so I can lick the champagne off your lips and chin. I pour the champagne between my breasts and you reach out to lick it up. I lean back, and you begin to lick and suck the fullness of my breasts. I grab your head and guide your lips to my nipples, which are growing and getting harder at your touch. You slide the straps of my gown off my shoulders and it falls to my waist, exposing my breasts. You nibble on each nipple, making me moan in delight. You push me back on the table as you begin to kiss and lick my belly. I arch my back as you stand in between my legs. You slowly lick your way down my belly, gently swirling your tongue over my pubic bone. You slide my lacy panties off, exposing my moist waiting pussy. You gently reach out and touch my clit with your tongue, making me cry out in delight. You spread my pussy lips with your fingers and begin eagerly sucking on my pussy, making me squirm and moan loudly. I need to touch you and feel your warmth in me. I tell you to sit down. You do, and I slide off the table and straddle your lap. Your cock brushes against my clit and we both moan in anticipation. I slide back and forth rubbing your cock against my pussy as our juices begin to blend. I slowly ease your cock to the entrance of my pussy and guide it in, a little at a time. I gasp as your cock penetrates deeply into me, filling me so completely. Your cock is a masterpiece and fits like no other has before. We begin to move together, your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I begin to ride you harder, deeper, needing to feel you fuck me. You begin to thrust up into me, matching my need, feeling our impending orgasms. All of the sudden the sky opens up and begins to rain down on us. I lean back as you squeeze my breasts, letting the rain wash down over us as we fuck. You suck on my nipples as I ride your cock hard and I can't hold back any longer. You feel the walls of my pussy spasm and clench around your cock as my orgasm overtakes me. I cry out that I am coming, please come with me. The feeling of me coming around your cock is more than you can take. Your cock explodes deep inside my pussy, shooting a hot thick stream of cum deep inside of me. We collapse together in the chair, holding and kissing on one another as the rain falls on us. We are soaked and decide to continue to sit in the rain and eat our breakfast. After all we will need our strength for the rest of the day. The Visit Ch. 01 It'd been months since I'd taken a holiday, so this Friday afternoon I thought "what the hell" and booked the following week off. A week of doing nothing but sleeping, drinking, eating and watching trash TV would be my reward for working hard. On the way home however, the pangs of guilt started to get to me. I'd put off going to visit my parents for ages, always citing too much work as the excuse to make the drive up at weekends. It had been months since I'd gone to visit them. The answer? I'd drive up there on the Saturday - the dutiful son surprising his folks by turning up on the doorstep. Twenty four hours later, I'd be home and looking forward to a week of top quality slobbing-out. Come Saturday lunchtime, I threw my cigarettes onto the dashboard of the car and headed for the motorway. Three hours later, I pulled into my folks drive, looking forward to the surprise on their faces. I knocked on the door...no answer. I knocked again...no answer. Looking around, I noticed the two empty milk bottles on the step, one of which had a roll of paper wedged into it. I bent down and pulled out the paper. "Dear Milkman - on holiday - no more milk until next Saturday please." Shit. The one time that I make the effort to drive all the way up here, and they've gone on holiday? Talk about timing! I pulled out a cigarette, lit up, and scratched my head. So what now? I was annoyed that I'd come all this way for nothing, and was pissed-off that no one would even realise I'd made the effort. I thought that I really should at least pay somebody a visit, simply to justify having driven all this way. So where to? Stubbing out my smoke, inspiration dawned, and I smiled as I mulled my idea over. You know who I hadn't seen for a while? My aunt Bev. Bev was my mum's sister. Most guys have a favourite aunt, and Bev had always been mine since I was a kid. She was smart, kind, funny...and sexy as hell. From adolescence through to the present, she'd been the subject of quite a few fantasies for me. I hadn't seen her for ages, so it'd be nice to catch up with her for a couple of hours... I stood on aunt Bev's doorstep listening to the door chime and hoping that she was in. Through the frosted glass of her front door, I could see movement in the hallway. The door opened, and there she stood. "Tim! Well I'll never!" I stepped into the doorway, and gave her a good tight hug, breathing in her perfume as I did. I still had my hands on her waist, while she leaned back a little and had a good look at me. "You're looking well, I must say.." "Thanks aunt Bev...you're looking bloody gorgeous yourself." "You flatterer...give your aunty a kiss!" Which I did, first on the cheek, and throwing caution to the wind, one on her full red lips, lingering for just a moment too long. "Come on inside. What are you doing up here anyhow? Don't tell me you've come to see your mum and dad - did you not know that they were..." "Away? Yeah, so I found out. It'll teach me to turn up unannounced." "Well, you're here now. Come on in and get warm and I'll put the kettle on" I closed the front door, followed her through the hall into the kitchen, and perched on a stool at her breakfast bar as we chatted while she made the coffee. All the time as she was moving about the room, my eyes were glued to the woman and a party began to start inside my jeans. I'd always found my aunt sexy, but now at 55, she seemed at her peak. I know it's wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea (or coffee if you will), but Bev's a dead-ringer for Dorian from 'Birds Of A Feather', with the wardrobe to match and a bit of a reputation for being a man-eater as well. On this particular afternoon, she looked stunning, wearing a low cut red satin blouse, a very short tight black skirt and red knee high patent leather boots with very high stiletto heels. My cock was beginning to strain in my jeans... "You look miles away! Come on, handsome. Let's take the coffee into the lounge, and you can explain why I've not seen my favourite nephew for nearly a year." We sat chatting together on the settee, catching up on each other's lives and swapping anecdotes and time got on. Before long, it started to get dark outside. "I'd better get moving soon. It's getting dark and I've got a long drive back ahead of me." "Do you need to get back tonight?" "Well, no...but I just thought seeing as mum and dad were away..." "So my home's not good enough for you to stay in - is that it?" she smiled, pulling my leg. "No...but I wouldn't want to put you out, so..." "Don't be silly. I'll make up the spare bedroom. You're staying the night and I won't hear another word about it. Got it?" "Okay. Can I do anything?" I asked rhetorically. "Well, you could get yourself 'round to the shop and get the wine in while I work out what to cook." "Deal!" ............................................. After dinner, we spent the evening laughing & chatting, sat on the rug looking at old photos and occasionally gently flirting. As the wine flowed and we relaxed, I became a little bold, and every so often let my hand come to rest subtly on Bev's thigh or on the leg of her boot, gently stroking and feeling the beautiful shiny patent red leather. Bev seemed not to notice, and never shied away from my touch. To the contrary, she seemed quite content. At around midnight, the wine was almost gone. Bev looked up at the clock; "Well, your aunt's quite tipsy, so I think it's probably about time we hit the hay - agreed?" I yawned and nodded, making to get up. "Oh shit - I forgot to make your bed up." "No problem - I'll crash on the settee down here." "You'll do no such thing. You're my guest; I'll sleep on the settee, and you can have my bed." "Uh-uh! No way am I kicking you out of your own bed." "Well if you're going to be stubborn about it young man, you'll just have to share the bed with me. Any problems with that?" I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "No..." she said, smiling conspiratorially "Somehow I didn't think you'd refuse a woman with a warm bed. Come on. You get upstairs and into bed. I'll switch the lights off, lock up and follow you up. There are fresh towels in the linen cupboard." I went upstairs, washed and got into Bev's bed. I'd not come prepared to be sleeping in any bed other than my old one at home, but luckily the wine helped me with my decision and having been 'commando' all day, had no choice - I was naked in aunt Bev's bed. About ten minutes later, having heard the taps run and the toilet flush, I heard Bev's voice from outside the door. "Are you decent?" "Yeah - I'm under the covers keeping the bed warm." The door opened, and she walked in. My cock started to twitch under the duvet. Holding her blouse and skirt draped over her arm, Bev was wearing a short red satin slip which covered very little thigh or cleavage. Her high heeled boots were still on, and her nipples protruded through the red satin. She looked...fuckable. She was my aunty...my favourite aunty, who I'd wanked over for years...and I really, really wanted her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she crossed her leg over and unzipped her boot, and slid it off of her foot very slowly, almost...deliberately. Crossing her legs the other way, she did the same with her other boot, before picking them up off of the floor and passing them to me." "Can you pop my boots down there next to the chair on your side of the bed for me, love?." I swallowed hard. She seemed to look me in the eye as she said it. I took the leather boots from her, and reached over, placing them down on the floor. My cock was stiff. "I hope you've kept my spot warm for me." She said, pulling back the duvet and sliding in to bed with her back to me. She turned her head to face me, and pouted. "And do I get a goodnight kiss from my favourite nephew?" "You better believe it." I leaned in and kissed her. The kiss lingered, and for a second, I was sure that I felt the tip of her tongue against my lips. "Goodnight darling" she whispered and turned off the bedside light. A moment or two passed. "You can cuddle up to me if you'd like." I said nothing, but leaning on my elbow, slid my body up against Bev so that I was spooning her, whilst making an effort to keep my crotch away from her arse so that she wouldn't realise that my cock was rock hard. I slipped my arm around her so it was wrapped 'round her breasts. She put her hand on my hand, squeezing it gently and emitting a contented sigh. Laying there in the dark, my body held firmly against my aunt Bev I couldn't resist the moment, and allowed my thick hard cock to rub against her satin clad bum. Knowing my aunt, at best she'd giggle and say she was flattered by the effect she'd had on me, and at worst, tell me to put it away and go to sleep. "Mmm...that's nice." She pressed her bum tight against my swollen cock. "Sorry, Bev. Couldn't help it." "Don't be sorry...you're a man...I'm a woman...an old woman, mind!" I slid my hand around and down onto her right arse cheek, groping it pushing the satin up so I could feel her bare bum. "Tim...you know how your cock's nice and hard...well, my pussy's very, very wet." She lifted her leg up, and let me slide my hand up between her warm thighs. Bev gasped as my fingers felt the lips of her pussy. "Sharing a bed like this..." her breath became harder and deeper, "...an accident could happen..." Her breathing quickened as I fingered her clit. "...I mean, we're aunty and nephew...we wouldn't knowingly do anything like this, would we...?" "No Bev..." I worked a couple of fingers up inside her as I felt her breath hot against my face. I gently blew kisses on the back of her neck. "I mean...say, in the night, your cock happened to be pressed against my cunt...my warm, wet, soaking cunt...it could just happen...to slip inside me...accidentally...you know...? No one would ever know apart from us..." "Shh..." I whispered as I felt her hand move between her legs, and her fingers stretch the lips of her pussy wide enough to take me. "Fuck me darling..." The Visit Ch. 01 Tony and Kim had been married for 25 years. Their daughter was grown with a child of her own. Since early in their marriage Tony had enjoyed stories of Kim's sexual exploits before they were married. The twist to this was, Kim had been taught and taught well by her step dad, Bill. She told Tony how he taught her to suck cock and was the first to eat her pussy. Bill would visit Kim's bedroom after the rest of the family had gone to sleep. Here he would stand by the edge of the bed and fuck her face before turning her around and plunging his cock in her doggie style. Sometimes she would have to suck him till he got hard only to listen as he went back and fucked her mother royally. Their escapades eventually grew into group settings. Bill's friends would drop in when only he and Kim were home. There were times when Kim found herself taking on Bill and three of his friends. Bill once took her to a party thrown by a group of his swinger friends. Kim did it all that day. She sucked plenty of cock, got her sweet pussy eaten by a ravishing older lady with big firm tits, and even enjoyed a double penetration. Although she did admit the cock in her ass was long and slim. The highlight of this party was when she was sought out by a guy whom Kim described as having the biggest cock she had ever seen. He held it out for her to suck. She said that she had trouble getting the head in her mouth. She proceeded to bathe the length of this monster with her tongue. When questioned about its size, Kim says it was long enough to get 2 hands on and still have plenty left to suck on. She also let it be known that her fingers came no where near meeting as she closed them around this piece of meat. Bill watched intently as she did her best to suck this cock. He replaced it with his own as big dick slowly inserted it in Kim's pussy. She said she hooked her legs around big dick's ass and encouraged him to go deeper. Bill soon got so excited watching her pussy swallow this huge cock that he blew his load in her mouth. Kim swallowed it all and continued squirming against big dick. As big dick felt his orgasm building, he pulled out and sandwiched his cock between them. Kim said he kissed her passionately while his cock throbbed and shot its massive load on her stomach and tits. I could go on forever about her exploits, but it brings me to current times. Kim's mom divorced Bill a few years later. Kim married Tony and everyone lost touch with Bill for about 20 years. One day on a whim Kim and Tony stopped to visit Bill. He looked the same as he always did. Kim had matured nicely and it seemed Bill took notice. As she leaned over him looking at an old photo album, Tony saw Bill ogling Kim's big freckled tits. This got Tony's mind spinning. Several weeks later he had convinced Kim to go along with his plan. On their next visit Kim did as she was instructed. Immediately she began pulling and tugging on her top complaining that it was driving her nuts. She said it keeps "riding up" and it's just not fitting right. Just as Tony predicted, Bill half heartedly suggested she take it off. Tony smiled at Kim and she pulled her shirt off. Bill gave a low whistle at the sight that greeted him. Kim sat their in a black lacy half bra. Her hard nipples on display for all to see. No one said anything for several minutes. Tony spoke up and told her she might as well lose the skirt too. Kim stood quickly and unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Bill grinned from ear to ear as he looked at Kim wearing a black garter belt, black stockings, and spike heels. She took it one step farther and removed her bra. She walked over to Bill and shook her big tits in his face as she asked if she looked as good as when he used to fuck her? Bill responded by taking her tits in his hands and sucking her nipples. Kim reached down and pulled his hard cock from his pants. It had been years since she sucked an uncircumcised one. She knelt before him and pulled the foreskin back. Bill groaned and thrust it in her mouth as she ran her tongue around the head. Tony wasted no time in getting behind his wife and plunging his cock in her wet pussy. He and bill changed positions several times. Bill ate Kim to an orgasm while she sucked her husbands cock. Just as she came, Tony shot his load down her throat. He left Kim all to Bill as he retrieved his digital camera. Tony took close to a hundred pictures that day. He took pictures of everything. Kim getting eaten, getting fucked doggie style, blowing Bill, bent over the dinning room table, every imaginable position for two people to have sex, Tony has a picture of it. The last two photos are of Bill between Kim's spread legs, and him shooting his load on her tits. As Kim was getting dressed in the bathroom, Tony was making arrangements for Bill to contact "Bigdick" for their next get together. But that's another story! The Visit Ch. 01 We arrived at my sister's home. My wife and my sister had setup this visit and I was under the impression that it was just a friendly visit. My sister has been divorced for about 15 years. She was still living alone and I was still unsure of what her social life status. My sister is older than me by three years. She is about 5' 3", weights about 110 and is petite. She doesn't have much of chest but makes up for it in personality. I had always wondered what she looks like naked. I do know that she is quite a looker. Her blonde hair and blue eyes is a perfect match for the rest of her physical appearance. I had put our luggage in our room and was relaxing on the couch, channel surfing the cable service. My wife was getting us some drinks from the kitchen. My wife sat down next to me and we settled on a home and garden channel. Within 15 minutes we heard the garage door open and knew that my sister was home. We heard her heels on the stairs and then on the kitchen floor. She rounded the corner, smiled and said hello. She had just come from work. She was wearing a pastel blue blouse with a slightly darker blue skirt. Her high heels showed off her great legs. My sister has worn glasses since she was about 35 and I have always loved women in glasses. My wife wears glasses also. We exchanged small for a few minutes when my sister said she wanted to change clothes and get into something more comfortable. My sister encouraged my wife to do the same, which seemed odd since my wife was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. My wife and sister got up from the couch and went to the bedroom. I did not really notice but they both went into my sister's bedroom. I continued to watch television and starting surfing since the home and garden program we liked was over. My sister's cable has about 80 channels so it takes a while to get through all the channels. I had been surfing channels for a few minutes when I heard my sister's voice tell me to go to channel 805. I asked what channel that was since I had not seen it before. She told me that I needed to press certain buttons on the remote to access the higher number channels. I pressed the numbers as asked and found a wide selection of pay per view movie channels. Most the channels were of the normal pay per view type, family, action, romance, etc. Instead of previewing each channel I just entered channel number 801 and was I shocked. Channel 805 was the preview channel for all the adult channels. The cable system had 9 adult channels. Like all the pay per view channels you could watch about a minute of the channel before having to pay for the channel. One channel out of the nine could be considered soft core but the rest were all the hard core. I scanned through channels and found one that looked interesting, Family Together Time 15. Obviously from the title it would be taboo or incest. I selected that channel and started watching. The scene was of a mother, her son and daughter, all on a couch. The son was laying the couch while fucking his mom and eating his sister's pussy. The mother and sister were playing with each other's tits and kissing. Even though my wife and sister were less than 30 feet away and behind closed a door I was getting turned on by the action on the screen. The sound was at a normal volume but seemed louder. The preview ended and the screen changed asking if I wanted to buy the movie or select another preview. My wife and sister were still not back from changing so if figured I would preview another channel. I surfed to Lesbian Lovers 24 and selected that preview. The scene showed two women in the classic 69 position. I was aware that my cock wanted some attention. Did I dare start masturbating? Maybe just rub my cock through my shorts? How would I explain my jacking off if I was caught? The scene on the screen was getting hotter and my cock wanted some attention. Just as I slipped my hand into my shorts the preview ended. One more preview and then I would flip back to normal programming. This time I selected Back Door Action 6. This was all anal action. On screen was a young girl, she looked under 18 due that was part of the allure, getting fucked by her boyfriend. Lots of moans and closed up shots of the guy's cock easily sliding in and out of his girlfriend's ass. Just as the preview ended I was rewarded with the money shot. I heard my wife's voice; she asked if I had found a channel to watch. I told her no. Then I heard my sister and she told me to she knew I was watch previews of pay per views and to select a movie to watch. My sister was not concerned about paying for the movie. I scanned through the list of movies and found Family Party 5 was starting. I selected the movie and went the menus to buy the 3 hour movie. I hit the final "OK" and up popped the movie. The title of the movie lived up to its name; a small family of four, mom, dad, son and daughter. The movie started out with the family in their living room and the sex was non-stop. My cock was now hard and I need some relief. Here I was in my seemingly conservative sister's house and she hold directed me to surf to a sex channel. Do not get me wrong, I am like most males that I like to watch people having sex but it seemed weird that I would be watching with my sister's "blessing" in her home. The volume of the television was louder than I felt comfortable with so I turned it down. I am sure that my sister and wife heard the change in volume. In My sister's bedroom, my sister had not really changed into more comfortable clothes. In fact she had put on a part of thigh high nylons and taken her panties off. My wife had changed. She was wearing one of my favorite outfits; a floral blue blouse with only a white camisole top, a cotton skirt with nylons and high heels. These two women were setting me up for real fun. My sister took a hold of my wife's hands. "Are you ready for this?" My sister asked. "Lets go slow and see how I react." My wife answered. My sister gently raised my wife's chin and softly and loving kissed my wife on the lips. It was such a gently kiss that my wife was surprised at having a woman kiss her. My sister started kissing my wife with more pressure and my wife naturally opened her mouth. The two women's tongue's danced inside their partner's mouth. This was the first time my wife has ever kissed a woman. She knew it was wrong but was falling in lust with then feeling. My sister then softly caressed my wife's breast through her top. The thin material of the blouse and camisole top did little to mask the presence of my sister's hand to my wife's breast. The sensation of warmth from my sister's hand was felt by my wife. Both women were reacting to the intimate contact. My wife wrapped her arms around my sister and held her. I was really getting into the porn movie that I was told to buy on pay per view. My cock really wanted some attention. I had my hands down my pants massaging my cock. I kept thinking that it was worth the risk to take my cock out and jack off, regardless of the fact that my wife and sister were just down the hall. I was only about 10 minutes into the movie. My wife and sister were in my sister's bedroom basically at 2nd base. Both were getting some heavy petting. They both knew they had to control themselves. My sister broke the contact and faked pushing my wife away. Even though both women were heterosexual the intimate contact started turning them on. "Ready?" My sister asked. "Yes" answered my wife. My sister opened her bedroom door and started some small talk with my wife that was loud enough for me to hear. I immediately took my hand off my cock and tried to conceal my hard on and the fact that I had been playing with myself. I changed my position so it was not so obvious that I had been getting more and more into the movie. My wife and sister entered the living room. They both looked absolutely fantastic. My sister moved the coffee table so the two women could stand side by side in the middle of the room. The movie continued. The sexual tension was thick. My sister looked at the movie. She smiled. "Looks like baby brother likes incest. That is a good choice for the next few days." My sister said. "He has been interested in incest for a very long time." My wife said. "His cock seems to like the movie." My sister said. My sister reached for the remote and turned up the volume. The room was filled with moans and groans coming from the movie. On the screen the mother and son were fucking. The mother was in her late thirties and the son was in his late teens or early twenties. My sister stood back up and asked me to look at her and my wife. My sister turned to my wife and the two women kissed. Although I did not know the signal my sister brushed my arm and breast. My wife slowly raised my sister's skirt until my sister's brunette bush was clearly in sight. My sister spread her legs. My wife had the skirt lifted far enough that very was left to my imagination. Part of my fantasy was coming true. I was finally about to see my sister's sex. I had jacked off to the fantasy of this image before me dozens of time. My sister reached down and started masturbating right in front of me and my wife. It was obvious that my sister had been getting very little sex since getting divorced. It was almost like she had a bit of exhibitionist in her. My sister actually seemed to want to play with herself in front of us. "Why don't you let me see what you have been getting?" My sister asked my wife. My sister kept her own skirt up while rubbing her clit. My wife stepped toward me and told me to stand. My cock was hard and wanted out and attention. My wife stroked my cock and leaned to my ear. "Fully enjoy this, it is all for you." My wife whispered in my ear. My wife leaned down and slowly pulled my pants and underwear down to the floor. My cock was even with my wife's mouth. My wife ran her hand up the inside of my leg. Her hand felt unusually warm and soft as she reached my balls and gently caressed them. My wife licked the under side of my cock. My cock was so hard that my cock barely moved. "Kiss my baby brother's cock and start giving him a blowjob?" My sister asked. My wife did as asked. Normally my wife was very shy about giving me a blowjob. A blowjob from my wife usually meant she just sucks on the head and takes about an inch in her mouth. This time my cock disappeared completely into my wife's mouth. I had never had my cock entirely in my wife's mouth. It was wonderful. Even though my wife was giving me the best blowjob of our marriage I was looking at my sister. She was really getting into masturbating in front of me while I was getting a blowjob. The movie was still running in then background. My sister was actually intently watching the scene. On screen the brother and sister were in the middle of a 69. "Slow down, I do not want him to cum yet." My sister said. My wife eased up on the blowjob. I had felt the head of my cock hit back of my wife's throat at least twice. My wife withdrew her mouth and stood up. She backed up to my sister. My sister was finishing up her masturbating session. My sister took her soaked fingers and held them to my wife's mouth. My wife eagerly licked the juice off my sister's fingers. My wife was sucking my sister's fingers into her mouth. The look on my sister's face was one of bliss. "Baby brother, please sit down and jack off for me. I want to see you cum." My sister said. I sat down on the couch grabbed my cock and very slowly stoked myself. It did take very long until I reached the point of no return. I had not masturbated for week, the wife and I had not been intimate so I had lots of cum to shoot for my sister. I started shooting cum and kept shooting. For being in my mid 40's I was still impressed with how much I could cum. The movie was still running. The fun was just starting. To be continued... The Visit Ch. 01 The house was quiet now as I walked slowly up the stairs. I had never lived in this house with my wife before our divorce some years ago and it was untidy. The only reason I was here now was due to the hotel messing up my booking. I was in the city to visit my daughters Kim and Mary who were both teenagers now but the hotel had double booked my room and was now full. And being in the city which was not my home town I needed somewhere to stay for the two nights I was in town. And because I really had no other choice I had to ask my first wife if I could stay, which she had happily agreed to. Our break-up like most had not been a happy one some 10 years before and whilst we were on friendly terms I had a feeling that she still held feelings for me although I had remarried in the meantime but subsequently and recently divorced again. Not the best track record I know but all my fault. Carol, my first wife was young and a virgin when we married, she being 18 to my 19 and our sex life was less than satisfying as was living with her. At that age she had the body of an angel with long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect smile but most of all her 34, 23, 34 figure was incredible as were her DD cups which I suppose how been my first attraction to her. They say you should fall in love with more than one thing and in my case I did, two incredible big soft breasts. But our inexperience showed and we never really hit it off in bed and that amongst other things led to our break-up following the births of our two lovely daughters, now aged 19 and 17. And so I had arrived at her untidy house and she had made me a coffee as we chatted and I looked at her. Unlike the beautiful creature I had married all those years ago, and although she still had gorgeous big brown eyes she had put on some weight in the years and her breasts were now even larger than I had seen. And she took great pride in telling me that whilst I was welcome to stay I would need to sleep on the couch and she was going out for the evening with a friend and wouldn't be back until late. I watched as she disappeared upstairs before reappearing in a slinky long dress that had a slit up the side and seemed to cling to her plump body with the neckline leaving little to the imagination as to how big her breasts now were. She smiled sweetly and told me to make myself at home and told me the girls would be out until late as they were clubbing. I had smiled and wished her a nice evening and now I was bored and creeping up the stairs to have a nose around her house. I glanced into the girl's bedrooms to see unmade beds and the floor strewn with clothes and panties before glancing inside my ex wife's bedroom. Hers was much the same and I entered cautiously. I didn't want her to know I had sneaked around and so had to be careful. It was only recently that I had started to think about her again and would wank as I remembered her fantastic body as a teenager and some of the more memorable times we had had and also some of the clothes she used to wear. I had brought her many outfits and lingerie in my time and could clearly imagine her dressed and undressed which always gave me a big hard-on resulting in my wanking over memories of her. I glanced down at the bed and noticed a discarded bra, lifting it slowly I looked at the black lace cups seeing the tag showing 40FF. I smiled feeling my cock jerk in my trousers. It was incredible that just that size could have this effect on me but it did. I dropped the bra and lifted a pair of matching panties, still warm from her and lifted them to my nose breathing in deeply. Well my cock was now starting to get even harder but hadn't quite reached its full capacity, not until I opened the wardrobe door and glanced down to see a shoe box on the bottom shelf. Kneeling down I opened the box and noticed a pile of letters tied with a ribbon and below it a pile of photos that I immediately recognized as ones I had taken during our marriage of my beautiful young wife. I immediately pulled them out to look at the black and white images of my wife aged around 28 in various stages of undress and came to my favourite, one of her leaning forward with her arms under her naked breasts and dressed only in a collar and thong as she leaned towards the camera with a smile on her painted lips. My cock was rock hard now and I knew that I would need to relieve myself and there was no better way than to do it over my favourite picture of my ex wife's fat tits in her own bedroom while she was out. Pushing aside the clothing I laid some pictures out on the bed and stripped naked before kneeling down at the side of the bed looking at the woman I had left. My cock felt hot and very hard as I closed my fingers around my shaft and started to wank very slowly to the sight of her wonderous tits. I continued to move my hand slowly up and down my thick shaft and eased my other hand down to my full balls squeezing them gently as I enjoyed the moment. But this wasn't enough, I wanted more! I wanted to really enjoy this experience and to cum like a fountain when I was ready. Reaching out I took hold of the bra and removing the strap moments later I had the strap tied tightly around the base of my shaft. This increased the pressure on my cock and I watched with increasing excitement as it expand even fatter and hotter than ever before. Next I lifted the black lace panties, still warm from my ex wife and stepped into them pulling them up to cover my hard 8" cock that pushed them out in a tent at the front. It was then that I saw it, something glinting slightly under the bed and I reached under and pulled out the 6" gold coloured vibrator. Naughty girl, I murmured under my breath with a smile if satisfaction on my face. Now I was definitely ready to start again. I knelt in a comfortable position in front of the bed with the pictures spread in front of me and my rigid cock now ached to be touched and caressed by my own hands. Slowly I closed my hand over my cock feeling the heat of the organ through the thin lace material of the panties that were already becoming wet from my pre-cum. Then, with my other hand I slid the vibrator underneath myself until it was just below my arsehole. Pulling the panties aside at the back I eased the head of the toy up against myself and flicked the switch on the base. Immediately the toy started to buzz slowly and I felt the warm vibration start to tickle my rectum sending wonderful vibrations up through my body. At the same time my cock seemed to throb even harder and leak pre cum. I gazed adoringly at the picture of my ex wife, her massive breasts squashed and pushed towards the camera under her dark hair and eyes as my hand worked first slowly then faster on my swollen shaft wanking it through the panties, up and down as I wanked. Then finally when I was ready I started to ease the vibrator against my arsehole and then as I felt it loosen up finally I slid the toy a little way in. I now couldn't hold out any longer and felt the waves of indescribable pleasure travel all over my body, with all of my nerve endings feeling like they were on fire. As a final act of self indulgence I started to wank harder and faster as I sat back down directly onto the vibrator and felt it slide deeper inside me. Finally I ripped the panties down at the front just in time as my cock erupted at full force and shot after shot came out of my swollen member hitting the photo on the bed and some of my hot cum landing on the bedclothes themselves. I moaned and groaned and forced myself on as my body was ravaged by the intensity of one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced as the cum kept flowing and my body continued to tremble. I was a quivering heap as I let out a loud uncontrollable moan of pleasure that slowly calmed down as my cock continued to pulse dribbling cum out and down the shaft all over the panties. Finally I felt the waves of the emotion created by the massive orgasm subside and released my cock shaft from its bondage of the bra strap and removed the panties before cleaning up. I quickly dressed before wiping the bed with the panties and quickly sliding them into my front pocket of my jeans. I replaced the photos with the exception of the cum covered one and folded that and placed it in my back pocket before carefully sliding out of my ex wife's private domain and returning downstairs to watch TV. Carol returned an hour later slightly drunk with still coherent and we had a coffee and a chat before she said she was going to her bed and would get my bedding down. I smiled as she brought the pillows and duvet into the living room and laid them onto the couch. "Thanks!" I smiled. "That'll be fine!" But as I turned something fell out of my back pocket and Carol immediately bent down to lift it up. "Looks like you've dropped something!" She said innocently and before I could turn she opened the folded photo! I didn't know what to say and so said nothing as she looked at the picture of herself still covered in my cum. "Well!" She frowned at me. "I suppose you must like something about me then?" To be continued... The Visit Ch. 01 It was seven thirty on a cold December night, when the doorbell rang. Matt jumped up from the TV, pausing his movie as he walked the living room of his Chicago apartment. As he neared the door, the bell rang again. "I'm coming," he said, hurrying a little bit. He stepped up to the peephole and smiled when he saw who it was. He unbolted the door, then unlocked it and opened the door. Standing in the hallway, was a 5'5" blonde woman. Her hair was short, to her cheeks with her bangs tied in a small braid at the back of her head. Her eyes were a cinnamon brown color and she was smiling as the door swung open. "AMY!" he exclaimed, rushing to hug her, "My god, how long has it been, almost two years now? She embraced him, hugging him tightly, "Yeah, close to that I think." "Come on in," he said, leading her into the apartment. She stepped into the cozy apartment, removing her heavy coat and scarf. Matt grabbed those from her and hung them in a nearby closet, he then turned to look at her. He was stunned by what he saw. The chubby and awkward girl he had grown up with had been replaced by a slimmer, curvy beauty. "What are you doing around here?" he asked happily, "I thought you were in Wisconsin?" "I was, but we don't have any classes till January. I didn't want to stay up there alone this year, so I decided to drive home and see mom. I was passing through Chicago and figured I'd stop by and say hi," she said smiling, while taking in the apartment, "This is a nice place, Matt." "Thanks," he said, "I was just about to make some pasta for dinner." "Oh, no Matt, I don't want to impose, I just wanted to stop by and say hello." Matt laughed, "Now what kind of asshole do you think I would be for not making sure my sister get's a good meal. Come on in to the kitchen, we can talk while I'm cooking." Without waiting for an answer, Matt walked into the kitchen, Amy followed, trying to get a word in edgewise. "Matt really it's okay, I was just going to pick up some McDonalds or something," she said, rushing after him. "McDonalds! No, no, no, no, you're going to have a nice meal," he said, pulling out some pans and filling one with water. Sounding almost desperately, she replied, "Really Matt, I have to get going, I have to check into my Hotel at 8:30." Matt stopped and looked at Amy. He felt like there was something wrong. He knew his sister well. "Amy, you don't need to stay at a hotel, I have plenty of room here. I'd love for you to stay. You know you're always welcome here," he said walking over to her and sitting her on a chair. He sat facing her "What's wrong, Amy?" She sighed, looking forlorn, "The real reason I'm going home for Christmas break is because Chris broke up with me." "What!" the anger welling in Matt, "Why did he break up with you?" She sighed again, this time a tear forming in her left eye, "He said," she swallowed, "He said I was an imposition. He said I dragged him down and didn't let him be himself. He... He said I became a different person after I lost weight and he said I didn't take care of him enough." Matt hugged her as she started crying. He held her for the longest time until she could cry no longer. She looked up at him and he wiped the tears from her red cheeks. "You always were really nice to Natasha and me, not like most older brothers." He smiled at her, "You, Natasha and mom are my only family," he stood and smiled, "Why don't you stick around for dinner, call the hotel and cancel your reservation and crash out here for the night." She wiped her eyes and nodded, smiling. Matt watched as she walked away, the sway of her curvaceous butt, enticing him to continue to stare. She was definitely different, he wasn't used to seeing her as slim as she was, not that he was complaining or that he had found her repulsive before. On the contrary, he had always thought she was a beautiful girl, even when she was heavier. They talked as he cooked. He made pasta with a white cheese sauce, broccoli and afterward, heated up some hot chocolate for the two of them. They talked, reminiscing for an hour after they ate. Allaying his fears, Amy was quite open with the fact that she had lost weight by exercise and eating healthy, a fact that Matt had been worried about. Matt found himself stunned by how much this girl he had grown up with had matured. He remembered how he would protect her and stand up for her in school. He also felt strangely aroused by her. She had not only matured mentally but physically as well. Her chest, though he tried not look, had grown considerably and her body had lost most of it's weight to become curvy as she had left her teens. Matt always remembered that the other kids in school would always tease her about being a cow or a walrus because she was heavy through highschool. Bet those guys would be drooling now, he thought, then shook it from his head. After they talked, they went back to the couch in Matt's living room and Matt started the movie back up. It was near the beginning so Matt didn't mind starting it over for her. She sat close to him, her body brushing his arm, which further excited him. The couch they sat on was long enough for them both to have ample space but she sat right next to him. Through the course of the movie, her head came to rest on his shoulder. She seemed so at peace that he didn't have the heart to suggest she move. In the end, he sat with his arm around her, holding her as she rested her head on him. When the movie ended he looked down to ask her what she thought, but she was fast asleep. He smiled as he gathered her sleeping form up and carried her to his bedroom. He gently lay her slumbering form on the bed, pulling her soaks from her feet and pulling the covers over her. He kissed her forehead before being drawn once again to her amazing shape. Her breasts stood out, even through the cover, something that he had never seen on her before. He shook his head and walked out, closing the door ever so slightly. After a few minutes of searching for her small, run down car, he pulled it into his guest space. He carried her suitcase up the four flights of stairs (the elevator was broken) and deposited the suitcase near his bedroom door. Afterwards he jumped in a quick shower to wash away the day's grime, jumping into nothing but a pair of blue wool sweat pants At a quarter after midnight, Matt had all the lights in the apartment turned off and settled on the couch. He pulled a cover over his exposed chest and drifted to sleep. Sometime around two in the morning, Matt heard a sound. A floor board was creaking. He lurched up, ready to fight off any intruders when he recognized the figure walking to him. In the dim light, Matt could make out Amy's shape. Her legs were bare, stained alabaster white from the light coming through the window. She wore what looked like one of his button up long sleeve shirts. The light highlighted her in such an alluring way that Matt could barely stop himself from staring. "What's wrong Amy? Is everything okay?" he asked, suddenly worried. She came up to him, placing her hand on his cheek. Something told him that she was wearing nothing underneath that shirt. That thought alone made him excited and stiffened him. She gazed at him, holding her hand on his cheek. "Matt, you've always been great to me. You've always protected me and looked out for me. That's more than anyone ever has." She kissed him then. Her mouth attacked his, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. He should have stopped her but he didn't want to. He wanted this. His hands wrapped around her waist pulling her toward him. From the feeling of her body, he knew she wore nothing. She separated from him and pushed him down on the sofa and yanked the covers off of him. Her hands traced his chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his taut, muscular frame. "You run a lot?" she asked, her voice filled with passion. "Everyday," he said leaning up to kiss her again. She pushed him back down and shook her head. Her hands traced down the length of his abdomen to where the bulge in his sweatpants was. Her fingers lightly brushed his dick, rubbing him ever so gently. He pulsed in her hand which made her breathe heavily and bite her lower lip. While her hand rubbed him through his sweatpants, his hand wound its way up her leg, caressing her gently until he reached her pussy. She spread her legs slightly, allowing him better access to her. She was wet; she practically dripped into his hand. The moisture ran down between her legs, down the inside of her thighs. Her hips moved to the motion of his fingers as he fingered her while she stroked him. She stopped and looked at him and her hands pulled his pants off, his cock popping out in front of her. She eyed him and started stroking him again. The feeling of her hand around his cock, the hand of his little sister, made his head rock back in forbidden ecstasy. She shuddered as his fingers stimulated her sensitive clit. "Mmm, oh God, Matt," she said as she came. Her knees buckled slightly as an orgasm spread through her and only his hand between her legs kept her standing. He sat up and wrapped his arms around, kissing her stomach up to her chest, unbuttoning her shirt as he made his way upward. The shirt fell to the side easily, leaving her naked in front of him. He immediately attacked her hard nipples, sucking and massaging them, forcing her to moan She was gorgeous. The years of college had done her well. Her breasts were perfectly rounded, not too big but a perfect C cup, thought Matt. Her stomach was flat and her hips and ass where curvy and alluring. She was neatly trimmed between her legs, a small patch of curly, natural blonde hair greeting him. He stood there with her, there naked bodies entwined in a taboo embrace. After several moments of kissing and exploring each other's mouths, she pushed her step brother back on to the couch. He sat there as she slowly bent over, her mouth encircling his engorged member. The suction and feeling of her mouth sent waves of pleasure through him, hardening him more than he ever had been before. His dick came free of her mouth and she lowered her pussy above him. She looked in his eyes and smiled before lowering herself onto his member. They moaned in unison as his cock slid up into her hungry pussy. He was amazed at how tight his little sister was. Once he was in to the hilt, she started bouncing on top of him. His arm encircled her, lifting her slightly with every withdrawal of his penis from her. The walls of her vagina quivered and clung to him, bringing him quickly to the point of no return. He withheld as best he could, though he was sure that some had come out. He was beyond caring as he plowed his sister into another intense orgasm. His cock shivered inside of her as he neared his own orgasm. He began to pull out, when she stopped him. "No," she said, the motion of her hips making her breathless, "I want to feel you cum in me. I'm on the pill, so it's okay." "Okay," he said taking hold of her tighter. He slammed her down on him repeatedly. She cried out with every thrust and his lips encircled one of her erect nipples as he came inside of her. She arched her back, supported entirely by his strength. She moaned as he filled her with cum, wetness soaking their groins. Her body shuddered once more as she came again, adding her own wetness to his "Oh, fuck," she whispered. She continued to milk his member as he finished spurting inside of her. Matt leaned back against the couch and Amy's head came to rest on his shoulder. Both were covered in sweat. "That was better than I had hoped," said Amy, breathless from their love making. "You planned this?" asked Matt, amused. With a sheepish grin, she replied, "Kind of. I was hoping you would let me stay over tonight." She lifted herself off of him and they both lay on the couch for a time, watching each other in the moon light. He held her close, her head resting on his bare chest, their naked bodies a perfect match for one another. Finally, Amy broke the comfortable silence. "Matt, I know this is wrong, but I can't help it. I need you. I've never felt like this before and I don't care if you're my brother. I want to be with you. I think I love you," she said, staring into his eyes. "I think I love you too Amy," he said, speaking the truth. Matt's secret crush on Amy had gone on all throughout highschool. Their connection had only grown and now they had achieved the highest pinnacle of connection they could. He was happier than he had been in awhile. They lay there for what seemed like an eternity of bliss before they both drifted to sleep. Matt awoke to the sound of movement. The events of last night came back to him and he looked around for his sister. She walked, naked out off his bed room, carrying some clothes for the day. Her nudity stunned him briefly and he almost covered himself up when he realized that nothing was secret between them now not after the intimacy they had shared.. "Hi," she said, "I'm going to take a shower, want to join me?" There was a hint of something in her voice as he muttered his agreement. He watched as her perky butt swayed as she walked into the bathroom. He smiled and stood, not caring to cover himself and walked into the bathroom after her. Despite his small but cozy apartment, the bathroom was rather large. Matt watched as Amy wiggled her butt for him while turning the water on, she glanced back and smiled at him. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. "Definitely," he said running his hand down the inside curve of her butt, his fingers lightly brushing her labia. She twitched a little from the contact and then straightened up, stepping into the shower. He followed. For a while they stood there, Matt holding Amy from behind, his hands meeting around her stomach. They kissed and talked but for the most part just enjoyed each other's embrace. Eventually she turned, with a seductive grin on her face. She moved him around, placing his back in the water and her hands grabbed his manhood. He was already somewhat erect from there intimate and naked embrace. Her hands hardened him instantly. "Oh god," he said, the pleasure spreading through him. She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against him, "I wanted to give you something special before I left." She pulled back from him and got down on her knees in front of him. Without a second thought, she massaged his cock into her mouth. She started sucking immediately, her head bobbing back and forth as a wet slurping sound became audible. Occasionally, she would pull him out to lick his shaft and balls but always had him back in her mouth soon after. The ecstasy built up and he felt himself getting closer to his orgasm, he tried to lift her, not want her to be left out but she stopped him. Taking him out of her mouth, she said, "Matt, I came several times last night. This is just for you. I want you to cum in mouth, so I can taste you." "Okay," he said, the words barely forming as she began her oral pleasuring again. Soon, his knees trembled from her hand stroking him and her mouth sucking him he could hold back no longer. He shot with surprising force down her throat, his cum shooting out in waves. Her hand continued to stroke him as she hungrily drank his cum. Despite her best efforts, some seeped from the corners of her mouth and she was forced to withdraw, his dick finishing its spurting onto her face and chest. She swallowed as much as she could and wiped the rest from her mouth. Her lips then closed on him again, cleaning him and devouring any remain seed he had left. She stood and they both cleaned themselves up before getting out of what turned out to be the best shower that Matt had ever had. When there shower was over, Amy and Matt dressed. They talked and visited over breakfast before Amy needed to leave. They walked together to her car, hand in hand (Matt carrying her suitcase). He placed her suitcase in the trunk and stood by her as she opened her door. They stood, briefly embracing and sharing a very passionate kiss. "Will you be in North Carolina this year, "she said referring to the tradition family vacation to Myrtle Beach they had had every year since they were kids. Matt had missed the last two years due to working towards his acceptance in the FBI. "Wouldn't miss it," he said smiling, "Tell Mom, I'm sorry about Christmas but I can't be there with Dad around. She smiled back, "I'll tell mom, but you know she understands," she paused for a minute, "Do you really love me?" He hugged her tightly and kissed her, "Of course I do." She smiled, "I love you too. We'll keep this secret from them. They wouldn't understand." Matt laughed, "No they really wouldn't." Matt watched her drive away, contemplating how he had been blessed with such an amazing visit and thinking about how different things had just become. The Visit Ch. 01 Before I could respond, The door opened and Gina walked in. She looked sexy as always, but no one passing her on the street would ever have been able to guess what she had just been up to. (to be continued) The Visit Ch. 02 The plane my Dad was on pulled up to the terminal and stopped. "Uh excuse me, are you an Angel?" a voice quietly asked me. A good-looking young man had approached me. He hardly looked old enough to buy one of the Angels mags, but obviously he was a porn fan. "Oh God," I thought, "not today." One of the surprises I had after I started doing porn was how often I was recognized on the street. At a restaurant, in the supermarket, or even at church it happened. Someone would do a double take and I would know that they had seen me in a vid or a magazine. Sometimes I could tell that they couldn't quite place where they had seen me, and a puzzled look would be on their faces. Those where the ones who most often approached me. They would come up to me and say something like, "I know I've seen you before. You are an actress, right?" I always answered that I had been in some beer commercials and more often than not that seemed to satisfy them, even though it wasn't true. Sometimes when they approach me with their family in tow, I've been tempted to say something like, "Maybe you saw me being ass fucked in Gang Bang Angels," but of course I never have and of course I never will. Sometimes when I get recognized the person does know who I am and where they have seen me. They may very well have seen me being ass fucked in Gang Bang Angels. These are the people who I am most wary of. Some think that because I do porn, I will fuck them. Some think I because they have recognized me, I should do them right then and there. Some act scared of me. At a wedding I attended, I could tell the minister recognized me. He practically ran away from me, trying to avoid me. I'm sure he didn't want to have any contact with me for fear his wife or congregation would find out something. I of course left him alone. I had no desire to hurt him. Every once in a while though, a fan will approach in a nice way, like this guy was doing. I could tell he was in turmoil. He kept glancing back at the older couple sitting in the terminal. They had to be his parents. It was easy to understand the situation. He had recognized me and had been torn between approaching me ignoring me. If he approached me, he would be risking his parent's wrath. I'm sure they didn't know who I was and the way he kept glancing at them and talking so quietly to me, I was sure he wanted to keep it that way. On the other hand if he ignored me he would be safe with his parents, but he would have lost this opportunity to say something to an Angel. In a way I could identify with him. The plane had started de-boarding and my Dad would soon be walking into the terminal. Just as he was terrified of the prospect of his folks knowing that he could recognize a porn star, I was probably more terrified of my Dad finding out I was one. He had decided to take the risk, so I decided to be nice. "Yes, but I'm waiting for my father, I really can't talk right now," I said and gave him a smile. "Sure, I understand. My parents are right over there," he replied. "I just wanted to say hi and tell you I'm a big fan. I just love your pics." My Dad walked through the gate and into the terminal. "There he is, I have to run. What's your name?" I asked. "Sean" "Well Sean, you are just about the nicest and hottest fan I have ever been approached by. Thanks but I have to run. And just tell your parents you recognized me from a beer commercial on TV. I use that one all the time." Sean's faces beamed as he turned and walked back to his parents. I saw them asking him questions and looking at me. I'll bet he was thinking of me when he got to bed that night. "SUNNY!" My Dad had seen me and he rushed over and gave me a hug. First he held me close, then he held me at arms length and looked me over. "Sunny, you look fantastic," he said. "Thanks Dad, you look great too." We got his bags and headed toward the car. "So how's the modeling going, Sunny?" he asked. "Pretty good Dad." "What kind of stuff have you been shooting?" "Clothes, swimsuits, some lingerie." "Oh my," he said smiling. "Sexy stuff, huh?" "DAD!" "I was going to ask you if you had any shoots scheduled this week. I'd love to see you in action." "I cleared my calendar this week for your visit," I replied. Actually I would be missing a special Halloween party at Jackie's house. The party last Halloween had been very wild. I had dressed as a genie and had granted a lot of wishes that resulted in me being very thoroughly fucked. This year I had planned to go as a Wild West dance hall girl, but with Dad in town I wouldn't be able to go. We got to my car. I was driving a brand new corvette. "Holy Cow, Sunny! This is beautiful! You must be doing great." "Thanks Dad," I said smiling, enjoying the fact that he was impressed. It was a beautiful evening so I put down the top. We drove towards the apartment. Dad had caught a later flight and it was now just after 7:00 PM. "Are you hungry, Dad?" I asked him. "Want to stop for a bite?" "Well first are you sure you have room for me in your apartment? I could get a hotel." "Don't be silly," I replied, "I have a spare room for you. I have a pretty big place." "That's great dear. Tell you what, let's go to your place so I can unpack and change clothes, then I'll take you out for dinner." "OK Dad." It was a nice drive. It was great seeing him again. I asked him if he was seeing anyone. My mom had died five years ago leaving my Dad alone to finish raising my little brother and me. He did a great job. I was doing well and my little brother Bob was a freshman in an Ivy League school. I always worried about Dad though. He never seemed to really get over my Mom's death. I believe they had been truly, deeply in love and that on a certain level those relationships are never completely gotten over, but I sure would have liked to hear that he was dating. The thought of him all alone in that big old house was sad. Before we got to the apartment I warned him about the pool. I didn't want him to be shocked so I told him that it was private and that some of the girls sometimes sunbathed nude. I waited for him to ask me if I sunbathed like that, but he didn't. I was glad that he would be ok with it. My plan was to stick close to him throughout the visit and with a little luck, he wouldn't find out anything about the porn. I wasn't too worried about him finding out about me, but with a visit to the pool at the wrong time, he could see a lot more than a nude sunbather. I figured that as long as I kept him reasonably away from the other girls I would be in the clear and I didn't think it would be hard to keep him reasonably away from the other girls. We pulled into the lot and were getting out of the car when I saw Torrence coming out of the building. Like me, Torrence was an Angel and a dancer at Tricks. "SUNNY!" she yelled when she saw me and ran down the steps. Torrence was on her way to dance and she was wearing a tight, low cut halter. I would guess if she wears one her bra, it would be a DD and when she came down the stairs her boobs bounced wildly. "SUNNY! YOU MADE THE COVER!" She yelled. I knew that Jackie was considering me for the cover of the new edition of Slutty Angels and I would have been overjoyed at the news had my Dad not been there. Trying to diffuse the situation I gave a glare at Torrence and said, "This is my DAD, Torrence." Torrence was one of the sluttiest girls living in the apartment. She gave me a smile and asked, "Dad?" I thought to myself, "uh-oh." She walked over and took my Dad's arm, mashing it into the side of her left tit. "Hi Mr. Clark," she said sweetly. "Hi," he stammered, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "How long are you in town?" Torrence asked him. "Uh, a week I think," he replied looking down at her cleavage. I ran around the car and pulled her away from him as diplomatically as I could. "Dad, let me talk to her a minute," I said. "Grab your bags and lock the car." "OK, Sunny," he replied. I grabbed Torrence by the arm and led her to the sideways. "You fucking whore!" I whispered. "Me?" she replied sweetly. Torrence is one of those people who it's impossible to stay mad at. She is the kind of blonde that people make jokes about, really ditzy but really a riot to be with and deep down really sweet. In spite of myself I smiled. "I made the cover? Really?" "Yeah, Jackie gave me a copy and I slid it under your door." "SHIT!" I whispered. "Face up or face down?" If it was face up and my Dad saw it, he would really get an eyeful. Face down probably meant a Video ad. These were sexy, but usually didn't show much. "I don't know," Torrence replied. "Your Dad is cute. Are you bringing him to Jackie's Halloween party tomorrow night?" "Are you out of your mind? Of course not!" "You should. Bet he would enjoy himself. I'd give him a good time." "There is no way in hell I would ever bring him," I said. "You're coming though aren't you?" "I just can't, sorry," I said. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm late for the club," Torrence said as she walked toward her car, then she turned and said to my Dad, "Maybe I'll see you at the Halloween party tomorrow night, Mr. Clark." Then she smiled at me and climbed into her car and drove off, smiling and waving. I walked back over to Dad. I didn't know what to say about all that had just happened, so just I picked up his carry-on bag and said, "This way, Dad," and headed toward the front entrance. "Your friend seemed uh, nice," he said. "Is she a model too?" "Yeah, I met her when I moved in here." "Have you worked together?" Dad asked. I immediately thought of the times Torrence and I had worked together. We had done a few Bi and Three Way Angels. Torrence was a great lay. She was great at eating pussy. "Uh, a few times," I answered. "Did she say you made the cover? A magazine cover? I have to see it." "Dad I'm not to the point in my career of making any covers. In model talk, making the cover just means you are a possible for being included in a magazine," I lied. We had arrived at my apartment and I was thinking frantically of the magazine Torrence had slid under the door. I had to make sure my Dad didn't see it. I unlocked the door and stepped in front of him desperately looking for the magazine but it was no where to be seen. "What the fuck?" I thought, could she have slid it into the wrong apartment? Thinking of Torrence, I thought, yeah she could have. The front door to my apartment opened to a pretty large room with two couches, three chairs, a bar, a wide screen TV, and some tables and lamps. Dad was looking around the room. "Wow, Sunny, this is beautiful." "I'll give you the tour and show you your room. You have the honor of being the first to use my guest room." The apartment had three bedrooms, a half bath, a small baths off each of the two small bedrooms, a master bath with a large hot tub, a kitchen and a dinning room. Of the three bedrooms the master and another faced the courtyard with the pool. The third bedroom faced the street. After my Dad called and told me he was coming, I had set up the bedroom facing the street as a third bedroom. I was glad of my decision when as I was giving him the tour and showing him my bedroom he looked out of the window into the courtyard. Out at the pool were three naked girls. Neither of us commented on them. I showed Dad his room and he put his bags on the bed. "Sunny, I just can't believe how well you are doing out here. I was so worried when you left, but now I feel so much better," he said. He came over and gave me a big hug. "I'm so proud of you," he said then added, "your Mom would have been so proud too." Hearing his words, my eyes started to tear up. "Thanks Dad." Neither of us was starving and Dad wanted a shower, so I left him to unpack. I went back to the living room and looked again near the door for the magazine, but it was nowhere to be seen. I heard the water turn on and a few minutes later heard Dad's voice singing. Dad was always a shower singer. Until I heard him, I hadn't realized how much I missed hearing him. It truly is some of the smallest things that people miss the most. I went into my bedroom and changed clothes. I had picked out a chic black top and white jeans when the singing stopped. I dressed and went to the living room to wait. A few minutes later Dad came down the hall. "Sunny," Dad said, "if you have a party or anything you want to do while I am here, you should go. I don't want for you to miss out on your fun because I'm here." "Don't be silly, Dad," I said, "I told you I have a clear calendar." "What about the Halloween party your friend was talking about?" "That was last week," I lied. "Torrence is great, but, well, ditzy. She is a good friend though." The words had barely escaped my lips when I saw it. The corner of a magazine stuck out from under a floor length tablecloth clear across the room from the front door. I had thoroughly cleaned the apartment and was positive it hadn't been there this morning. It had to be the magazine Torrence had slid under. When she said she slid it under, she must have slid it with all of her strength. Too late, I saw Dad noticing my stare. He turned around and saw it too. "What's this?" he asked as he walked towards it. I had been in a car accident when I was 17. I had seen the car coming, but knew I could do nothing about it. Time seemed to slow down and all of my senses were heightened. I felt the same way as I watched Dad walk over, bend down and pick up the magazine. I felt sick. "Dad, don't," I managed to say as he picked up the magazine and turn it over. From where I stood I could see it was a copy of Slutty Angels and I recognized the picture. Jackie had been looking at it and telling me how much she liked it when I was in her office about a month ago. It was a picture of me looking straight into the camera, smiling, with my tongue out licking the tip of a very large cock. Of course by looking straight into the camera, I was in turn looking straight into the eyes of anyone looking at the magazine, in this case my Father's eyes. My Dad raised his eyes and looked at me. "Sunny?" "Dad, I'm so sorry." "Sunny, what is this? Is this your modeling?" "Dad, please," was all I could say. With a great deal of control, my Dad placed the magazine on the table. "You, know Sunny, I'm not really all that hungry after all. Maybe I'll just turn in." Without another word, he turned and went to his room and shut the door. I felt as though I had been punched in the stomach. I felt as though my whole world had been turned upside down. I also felt very sleepy. I was emotionally drained and not at all hungry. I decided to go to bed too. I walked to my room, pausing at my Dad's door. I wanted to talk, but could even begin to think of what I could say. I went to my room and shut the door. Before I went to bed, I decided to take a shower. I guess I was trying to wash the whole thing away. I ran the water very hot, very cold, and in between, but nothing felt right. I shut off the water dried off. I put on a nightshirt and climbed into bed. After I shut off the light, I looked at the clock. At 9:30 this was the earliest I had been to bed for sleep since I had arrived in LA I was exhausted, but sleep wouldn't come. My mind was turning over the situation and how it evolved. At first I was furious at Torrence, then I thought about how stupid I had been to think I could keep my true modeling a secret from Dad with him staying with me. I blamed Jackie for providing me the modeling work, then realized that it wasn't her fault. She had treated me fabulously. I blamed Gina for taking me to Angels that first day, but realized she hadn't forced me. I even blamed the LA for not giving me a fair chance when I first came to town, but knew that wasn't true. No matter whom I tried to blame for my trouble, in my heart I knew these consequences were nobody's fault but mine. I imagined Dad in the room across the hall. I wondered what he was thinking of me. It was too much to take and I had a good cry and dozed off. I woke and looked at the clock. It was 11:00 PM. On one level it felt like I had been asleep for a year, on another level it felt like minutes. I laid, still mulling over everything that had happened and came to the realization that there was only one way out. I would have to quit. In the morning I would beg my Dad for his forgiveness and spend the week with him settling my affairs in LA. If I were getting out of the business I would move back to Indiana and get married or something. With a bit of luck, I would be able to travel back with Dad. I tossed and turned and finally dozed off again. The next time I awoke the clock said 11:45PM. As I lay in bed I thought about my experiences with Jackie. The first day I had met her she asked me if I was a slut. Only after she pointed out that the word slut would be a compliment had society not used the title to suppress women's sexuality, did I realize that I was indeed a slut and that I was proud to be one. I thought about my first modeling job and how I thought I would be fired right then and there. I was working with a guy named Bill and a photographer named John. John was getting furious at me because I kept smiling. He kept telling me not to smile, that smiling wasn't sexy, but I couldn't help it. I was enjoying myself. I've always had fun in bed and wanted to convey that to the camera. Finally he put down his camera, took my hand and dragged me into Jackie's office. John barged right into Jackie's office with me in tow, interrupting Jackie, Terri, and Steve having lunch. As I stood before then naked, John demanded that I be fired. Steve came to my rescue by asking his Mom if he could take over the shoot. When she agreed the fury on John's face was apparent. As Steve and I left the room to go back to the shoot, I heard Jackie ask Terri to leave her and John alone. As I understand it John gave Jackie the ultimatum - It's either her or me. Jackie fired him. One of the pictures that Steve took of me became the cover shot. It showed me licking a cock - with a big grin on my face and it became one of the company's biggest sellers. Now, after a year I had almost three-quarters of a million dollars in my investment account. According to Jackie, my share of the retirement fund was higher after a year than any other person she had ever had work for her. I had made four magazine covers and two video box covers and in addition to the modeling and acting function, Jackie had accepted three of my scripts and promised to let me direct a video next month. After the last year's Halloween party, I went to Jackie with the idea of a new Angels magazine called Holiday Angels. The idea was magazine based on a series of celebrations throughout the year given by the Angels. There would be a Valentines, St. Patrick's Day, Forth of July, Halloween, and Christmas-New Years editions. Most if not all of the material would be shot at the parties we had on those occasions anyway. The Halloween party Jackie was holding tomorrow night was hopefully going to provide most of the material for the inaugural issue. I really didn't want to miss it, but had cancelled after Dad called. If I left town I would really miss the friends I had made. Some of the girls and I had grown very close, but the people I would miss the most would be Steve, Terri, and especially Jackie. She had taught me so much and was so encouraging to me. She had really taken me under her wing. I had just about become part of their family. I spent a lot of time with them in their home. I had even spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with them. When I first met Steve I thought he was cute. After he came to my rescue with John the photographer, I really liked him. Steve was cute enough to model, but he had no interests in modeling. He was only interested in directing and photography. I had learned from talking to the other girls that Steve was hung bigger than any of the guys working in front of the cameras and that he was a really great fuck, but about the time I started working, he stopped fucking them. It was like he had turned celibate. The Visit Ch. 02 The rest of the trip was nearly torture. Just when Andy thought she could clear her head and drive efficiently, Gene would touch her, kiss her or even just look at her with his clear blue eyes and she would start to drift into that haze again. He tried to be good. To be fair, his touches were mostly very innocent, his hand on her arm, his fingers near hers. But it took very little for Andy to sink into the tempting world of sensation. She had been without any contact for so long. Sometimes, she whimsically thought she was going to fade away from neglect. Now, right beside her, was a man who wanted to touch her, be with her, and she didn't want to wait another minute for him. After the longest drive she had ever endured, they finally got to her town. She drove directly to his hotel, watching him hungrily as he entered and took care of the paperwork. Then, she drove him to his door, suddenly scared, shy and quite unsure of the next move. Gene leaned to her, taking her face in both hands, holding her and looking into her eyes. "Andrea, come with me now. Let's start the next phase of our life. Come to our private place, baby." The sound of her name on his tongue sent shivers up her spine. She felt so important, so special when he said it. Shakily, she opened the door and followed him into the room. It was acceptable, the quintessential hotel room. Dresser, TV, table, chairs, lamp...bed. Huge bed. Vast miles of horizontal surface bed. You could do anything in all that space bed. Andy felt faint, just looking at the bed and thinking of the possibilities. She knew she was a throwback, but in all her life, she had only been with her husband. Now, she was in a hotel room with a man who suddenly seemed a stranger, a man she didn't even know, and there was a huge bed leering at her! Gene finished neatly stowing his luggage and came to Andy, where she stood rooted to the floor. He stood before her, looking at her, seeing the fear in her eyes. Quietly, he said "Andrea, nothing will happen that you don't want. We can sit here and play cards, we can watch TV, we can go out and drive around. The most important thing is to be with you. I came here to get to know you and spend time with you. We can spend the time very innocently or I can hold you in my arms, kiss you the way you should be kissed, and just share the warmth of another person. It's your call on this. I won't pressure you. Being with you is enough for me. I don't expect more than that." Andy looked up at him, his already dear face, his clear, honest eyes. She couldn't speak, but nodded slowly. She wasn't sure what she had been thinking. She knew this man, knew his goodness and his kindness and that he cared for her. She looked longingly into his eyes, feeling his hands burning her arms, feeling her whole body leaning toward him, pulled to him. Her eyes drifted closed as she lifted her face to his, feeling his sweet breath as he moved closer. His mouth brushed hers, so lightly, so fleetingly. Her hands reached for his face, her palms tickled by his soft beard. She held his face and moved her mouth against his, her tongue slipping out to trace his lips. She heard herself moaning, but couldn't stop. Her mouth continued to dance against his, opening, consuming, learning. She stroked the corners of his lips, teasing him. Then an electric jolt raced through her body when his tongue met hers. She could feel the blood pounding in her head, feel herself melt into him, her body aligned to him, against him. His hands moved from her arms to her back, sliding softly up and down her spine, creating waves of desire. Her legs weakened and she clung to him for support. His mouth moved along her jaw, finding her earlobe and nursing on it, making her cry out with delight. He whispered words of desire and longing, words of sweetness and caring. They were still fully clothed and suddenly Andy couldn't stand the barriers. "Please, Gene, please! Teach me, show me. I haven't done this in so long, and I want to be with you. I need you to help me, show me how to please you." Gene helped her to the bed and sat her on the edge. Then he went to his suitcase, removing several candle holders. He set them around the room, lighting them and releasing the soft scent of vanilla. He tuned the bedside radio to a soft jazz station. Then he moved to the top of the bed, pulling down the covers, fluffing the pillows. Andy watched all his movements with delicious anticipation. "He is doing this for me, preparing the room for me. He is going to make love to me. No, he is going to make love with me," she thought. He sat beside her, his body pressed against hers and kissed her gently. His arm was around her, his face close to hers, as they began talking again. "You are safe with me, Andrea. Nothing is going to happen you don't want, I promise. Would you like to kiss for a while? Just kisses, soft kisses, nothing else....?" Oh, Andy wanted to kiss him. She felt alive again when they kissed. He had the softest lips, made for kisses, made to kiss her. Her response was to move closer, to press her lips to his and begin to connect with him. Who knew there were so many ways to kiss, so many ways to express desire while just doing this? They turned more toward each other, the eagerness building, the desire flaming high again. Hands moved again, touching and caressing all accessible areas. This quickly became not enough, and Andy boldly made the first move. Her hands moved to his waist, sliding under his shirt and up his back. God, his skin was so smooth and warm. Everywhere she touched welcomed her. Gene's kisses became more intense as his tongue searched her mouth, teased her, incited her. His hands moved up her back, her clothed back, burning her with his touch. Suddenly, he pulled away, looking into her eyes, questioning. Andy blushed, swallowed and then spoke. "Yes, Gene. Yes! Teach me, let me learn and share with you. I want you, sir. I never knew the feelings could be this strong, this incredible. Yes, please!" Gene stood and pulled Andy to her feet. They kissed more, sinking into a haze of desire that was palpable. He lifted her shirt over her head, and quickly pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly. He wanted her to acclimate to the loss of clothing, to the intimacies that were to come. She rested in his arms for a moment, but then her restless hands began to move. Following suit, she pulled his shirt off, and took a moment to appreciate his naked chest. Then she leaned forward and kissed his flesh, inhaling the Gene-scent that she already craved. His tiny nipples stood out, and she couldn't help lightly flicking one, then sucking it into her mouth. It pleased her to hear his sharp intake of breath. It made her feel sexy and powerful. Now the clothes seemed to fall off, piece by piece, until they stood before each other, naked and so ready. They remained about a foot apart, admiring each other, learning and memorizing. She could see his beautiful cock, long, thick and hard. He could see her beautiful tanned skin, so smooth and sleek. Within seconds, fingers began to reach again, hands began to caress and knead. Gene didn't want to make the first move, didn't want to scare his Andrea. It was Andy who made the move to the bed, the huge, inviting bed with the crisp white sheets and large expanses of playground. Then they were lying together, something she had dreamed of for months. Skin to skin, arms wrapped around each other, bodies meshing perfectly, curve to curve. Kissing took on a whole new meaning, a way to get even closer, portending things to come. Andy wasn't sure what she expected, but it wasn't this driving need to feel Gene with her entire body, to know him completely, ultimately to feel him inside her. All she could think about was the need to have him make love to her, now! Her mind fixated on that thought, the absolute need to have him inside her, filling her, making love to her. She lifted her right leg over his hip, pressed against his engorged cock, rubbed against it. She was lost in him, drowning in him and couldn't wait another minute. She reached down, taking him in her small hand, holding his erection against her fevered flesh, then guiding it to her wet, swollen lips, guiding it directly to her ravenous pinkness. As large as he was, he slid in easily. Deep into her, deep into the flesh that fit around him perfectly, deep into the woman who was made for him. So many things happened that she never expected. Her desires, her body's responses to his touch, her absolute need for him inside her, all these things surprised her. Then, as he slid in and out of her, thrusting his swollen cock deeply into her and then pulling it out again, she was astonished to feel herself moving to the edge of orgasm. Gasping his name, Andy held his arms with her clenched fingers, rocking her hips up to meet his strokes, feeling the impending explosion gaining strength and power. Suddenly, her legs locked around his waist and she held her breath, the pounding in her head nearly unbearable. She felt the heat gathering, spreading through her body, then every sensation centered in the depths of her body. She uttered words she didn't realize she knew, begging, crying out to him, saying his name over and over as she strove to hit the summit. Then it happened. The spasms tore through her, making her scream with pleasure, making her clutch him between her taut thighs, never wanting the incredible joy to end. Gene could feel her spasms, her throbs. It was more than he could bear. With one final thrust, he erupted deep inside his sweet Andrea, pouring all his hot come deep within her. They continued the dance of lovemaking for a few more minutes, neither wanting to pull away. Finally, his softened cock slipped out, and Andy sighed, wanting to be joined with him forever. It had never been like this before. All she could think of was wanting to make love again, to feel like that again, to share with Gene the wonderfulness of this over and over. He settled beside her, holding her close, her head resting on the perfect hollow of his shoulder. There was no tension between them, no clumsiness. They had lived out their primary fantasy and found it exactly, if not better, than they expected. Gene held her and talked with her of silly things, inane things. It didn't matter. What mattered was that they had finally been together and it had been perfect. The talk became slower, quieter. Both of them drifted off to sleep, content and safe in each other's arms. When they woke, Andy was beaming. This, to her, was the greatest intimacy. To sleep together, to wake together, this was a wonderful present. They smiled at each other, hands already roaming and searching. Andy sat up, inviting Gene to shower with her. She had brought some scented soap and wanted to share it. Gene went ahead to the bathroom, preparing the spray and temperature. He climbed into the shower, reaching out to invite Andy to join him. Without a trace of shyness, she followed him under the warm shower. He took the soap bottle and poured a large amount into his palm, warming it before touching his sweet lady. Still amazed at her lack of modesty, Andy stood still and allowed Gene's hands to wander over her body, lathering and rubbing, fondling and cleansing. She found her hips wriggling again as he touched her so intimately. His soapy fingers slid between her ass cheeks, down her tummy, into her curlies. She reveled in the touch of him. He shampooed her hair, a luxury beyond imagination. Then, he rinsed the soap from her body, checking each crevice very carefully for errant bubbles. Then, it was his turn. He stepped in front of her, offering his smooth body to her. Happily, she began lathering him, her fingers sliding easily over his skin, enjoying his little moans as she touched him. Rinsing her body had been futile, she was once again covered with bubbles as they pressed together for kisses and nibbles. Finally, all the soap was gone and they stepped out of the tub, wrapping in towels that wouldn't remain in place. The kisses grew more passionate and the desire overwhelmed them. They moved hurriedly back to the bed, stopping only to touch and tease. Once there, Gene pushed Andy back, until she was lying on the bed, legs spread. Then he fell to his knees, hungrily moving his face to her fragrant curlies, inhaling her sweetness. He kissed her soft inner thighs, his fingers teasing her sensitive skin, making her ache for his more intimate touch. She could feel herself growing hot, wet, swollen. And he hadn't even touched her yet! Then, only then, did he move closer. His face brushed against her damp curlies, his breath was warm on her budding sex. Slowly, his tongue reached out to her, barely making contact with her pinkness, yet driving her crazy with lust. He stopped and looked up at her, his eyes gleaming. "I have dreamed of this, Andrea. Being here, between your legs and discovering the sweet confessions of your passion. You are so sweet, my love, so delicious. And you are all mine!" He happily returned to the task at hand, making love to her inviting, wet pussy. He lapped the folds lovingly, his tongue traveling up and down her swollen slit, pausing to plunge deeply into her, then moving, finding her tight little clit and kissing it softly. Repeatedly, he traveled this path, each time, increasing the thrust, the kiss. Andy was going wild, her body on fire, her entire being centered on that few inches of flesh. She wanted him to stay inside her, then she wanted him to kiss her clit, each time sure she never wanted him to move from that spot. She cajoled him, begged him, promised him anything if he would help her from this sweet torture. But Gene was not to be deterred. He continued his play, adding secret little tongue tricks as he enjoyed her treasures. Finally, Andy couldn't wait any longer. When his talented tongue lingered on her tiny clit, toying with it, teasing it, she felt the heat build. The rush in her head nearly deafened her, her legs tightened and her fingers clutched his silvery hair. Andy heard herself, surprised at her voice, demanding loudly, "One more lick, yes, one more, yes, there, don't stop, please, damn you, don't stop, I need....I need...please!" Then silence as the spasms overtook her and rendered her totally speechless. Gene stayed in place, riding out the storm of her orgasm, enjoying the flood of juices that covered his face, his tongue busily thrusting into her hot cunt. When he finally moved his face, it was shiny with her. He moved up to kiss her, bringing her back to the moment and him. She smiled weakly, still in that other realm of pleasure found. TO BE CONTINUED..... The Visit Ch. 02 Thanks for all the positive feedback - this is for all the folks that enjoyed the first chapter. As for whether another one appears…I won't know 'till I've written it and if people say whether they'd like another instalment. Enjoy! Morning broke through the gap in the curtains. Within an instant, everything came flooding back to me. I was still spooning my aunt Bev, who was gently sleeping with my arms wrapped around her body. My morning erection pressed up between the crack of her bumcheeks, and I squeezed her gently. Leaning my head in, I brushed her long curly black hair away from her neck and softly, lightly, kissed her nape. I felt her body tense as she stetched out her arm and breathed in deeply. "Morning baby" she purred as she turned to face me and reached for a kiss. As our dry lips connected, my cock stirred. The realisation that this woman was my ideal must have glowed from me. A woman who I'd wanked myself senseless over for so many years, the object of so many of my adolescent and adult fantasies. This horny, dirty, seductive…gentle, generous goddess of a woman was wrapped up in my arms, kissing me softly, playfully, exploring my mouth with her tongue. A wave of happiness was gently crashing over me…and my cock agreed one hundred percent. Bev stoked my arm and calmly broke from our kiss to look into my eyes. "You've wanted this to happen for some time haven't you?" I smiled sheepishly… "Maybe I did…" I answered coyly. "Tell me something…" she smiled, stroking my hair out of my eyes, "…when you were younger, and you'd come here with your mum - you used to look at me in a way that wasn't…expected, didn't you?" "I might have…" Coy again, suppressing a grin. " You used to sit opposite me and I could see your cock straining in your jeans. I used to put it down to your hormones going crazy. Then years on, you'd still give me THAT look." "What look was that, then?" "The look that said…I'm thinking dirty, seedy thoughts about you…" "Oh…that look…hmm…guilty, miss!" "And the boots?" I grinned again and looked down, blushing. " It was bloody obvious after a few years. Sometimes, you'd make an unusual effort to sit next to me, to brush up against me or touch my legs - to drop things near my feet - pens, plates, keys - just so you'd have to pick them up from the floor. Let's just say that I noticed that you became very touchy-feely…and clumsy whenever I happened to be wearing a pair of boots." "I can't deny it…" "No, you bloody can't!" she laughed. "And I bet you can't deny something else - a couple of times after you'd been here, I found a pair of my boots in my wardrobe had been moved." I bit my lip, realising I'd been rumbled all those years ago. "The second time it happened, the zips were undone and there seemed to be…marks…on the leather. Those knee length black boots with the sharp heel? My black boots with a slight cloudy stain on the toes and up the ankle…after my nephew had been touching them?" "I…" "Shh…" she put a beautifully manicured deep red-varnished finger to my lip. "I liked it. I loved it. I knew my favourite nephew had been wanking over my favourite boots and it made me feel dirty, and at the same time, I wanted to hug you and tell you it was ok - that I wanted you to do it…that it was ok to feel like that…and maybe that if we ever happened to discuss it when you were older - like now - that I could ask you if you'd like to do it with me in the room ." My eyes were wide like saucers. "So, would you like to…" "To…?" "To wank your hard thick cock in front of your dirty old slut of an auntie…who'd let you empty your cum all over her long shiny black leather boots…" This was too much. I stared into the depths of her dark shining eyes with their heavy lids and long thick lashes. My breathing quickened as I glanced to her full lips, still with the deep red lipstick left from the night before…her mouth slightly opened. I pushed back the covers, and took one of her wrists in each of my hands. Her tongue ran over her teeth as she smiled the smile of a slut - the smile that we've all smiled at some point when we know that someone wants to - and is going to - fuck us. I straddled her, pinning her wrists gently down. and pushed her thighs apart with my knees. "Come on…fuck me darling…I deserve this…for all the times that I wore my leather boots when I knew you were coming to visit me…the short skirts I'd wear…for the times I'd let you see down my blouse…for the looks that your mother gave me because she was disgusted at how I'd be dressed when you came here." My cock slid into the slick welcoming pussy that sucked me inside of my aunt Bev, and I began to fuck her hard and fast…no gentle foreplay, no niceties…just hard animal fucking, my aunt's long beautiful legs spread wide and raised in the air. As she whimpered, I let go of her wrists and pleaded… "Hold me - please…dig your long sharp nails into my back…" "Harder!" she panted as she dug those nails into me and her legs wrapped around my waist. "Come on…fuck me nice and hard…" I thrust faster and faster, repeatedly slamming my rock-hard cock deep into her, feeling the head of my prick hitting as far as her cunt could take me. Our arms wrapped around each other and intertwined as Bev moaned out loud, and I gasped for breath. Minutes seemed to turn to seconds as I pounded my cock in as hard and fast as I could, and our mouths devoured each other's. Our smiling, desperate eyes met, and we both knew I couldn't hold the moment much longer. "Cum inside me baby…it's ok…it's ok…cum inside me…please cum…please cum…!" I fucked her harder…violently…as if this was the only fuck that had ever mattered in my life. "Oh fuck…oh fuck…my baby…my baby…I know it's wrong…hoh…hoh…hoh…." she panted faster and faster, breathlessley… "Bev…I'm…ugh…ugh…!" I held her so tightly, and cried out as I came for all I was worth inside her hot, burning cunt. "Oh God…my darling boy…oh God…oh God…" and her nails scratched down my back and her legs gripped my body as her own body tensed and mine juddered as we came together, aunt and nephew joined as one by our cum, sweat and love for each other. We gasped for air as our heart beats continued to race. She laughed and panted… "Who's a good boy!?" "I am…?" I collapsed onto her, her arms squeezing tightly around my torso. We lay cuddling in silence for a minute as our breathing returned to normal. "You know, I think we'll go shopping later…there are some things I need." She scrunched my hair and kissed my forehead. "And what do we need to get?" I asked, confused. "Oh, I was thinking of taking you shopping with me…for a new pair of leather boots maybe? Long, stiletto heels? Zips up the sides? That's if you want to go with me and pick something out that you'd like, of course…" The Visit Ch. 02 It was Friday night and Tony and Kim's 26th wedding anniversary. Tony had been busy for a week making plans for their night out. He and Kim met after work at their favorite motel. It featured 2 room suites instead of just one room. Once unpacked Kim showered and prepared to get dressed. While she was in the shower, Tony made a couple of quick phone calls to make sure things were on schedule. While Tony showered, Kim dressed for the evening. When Tony emerged from the bathroom he let out a long low whistle. Kim did a slow spin and laughed as she modeled for him. She was dressed in a spandex dress that was sexy beyond words. The front was low enough to show her delicious cleavage, stopping just shy of her nipples. The back was scooped low enough to damn near show the crack of her sweet ass. The dress was short enough to cover her stocking tops as she stood or walked, but when she sat and crossed her long legs it became obvious she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. To top this sexy picture, she was perched atop her 5 inch fuck me pumps. The dress, shoes and garter belt were all flaming red! The stockings were a sexy color called "barely black". As she sat on the couch in the suite she crossed her legs, giving Tony a view of her stocking tops. Tony grinned, stroking his now hard cock and said, "I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off you in public!" Kim replied, "I certainly hope not." Tony quickly dressed in a favorite pair of dark blue silky trousers and a white dress shirt. He purposely neglected to put on underwear as Kim loved to rub his cock through these silky pants. Tony was glad they were dark blue for he knew she would have his cock leaking massive amounts of pre-cum. The couple went down to the hotel restaurant and had a quick dinner. Tony made sure to keep Kim's wine glass filled through dinner. When dinner was finished, Tony suggested they go to the bar and have more drinks. When he helped Kim out of her seat she flashed him a glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy. Tony responded by getting himself a quick feel of her bare ass under her short dress. The bar was fairly crowded with hotel patrons. Tony and Kim took seats at the bar. When their drinks arrived, Kim crossed her sexy legs to give Tony a show. Occasionally she would open her thighs and let Tony stick a finger in her wet pussy. She moaned watching him remove it and lick the juices from his finger. At exactly 10 P.M. things got started. Kim looked up and said, "Bill just walked in." Tony feigning surprise motioned Bill over to them. He squeezed in on the other side of Kim. Looking at her stocking tops and cleavage showing, Bill said, "Damn girl, don't you look sexy tonight." Kim laughed and pulled her dress up so her former step dad could see her pussy. "I feel sexy too!" she told him. Bill gave her a peck on the cheek as he ran his hand up her thigh as he cupped her pussy and squeezed. Kim remembered he used to do that to her at home, and how horny it made her. She pushed against his hand as he squeezed. Between the drinks and her husband and former step dad playing with her pussy and nipples, Kim was turning into a wild woman. Soon a secluded booth opened towards the back. As Kim bent over to enter the booth, Bill reached around and squeezed her tits. He also took the liberty of pressing his hard cock against her ass cheeks. Kim giggled and pulled the bottom of her dress up to her waist and sat down. She hooked a leg over Tony's and Bill's sitting on each side of her. Her neatly trimmed pussy was now easily accessible. She reached down and stroked her husband's hard cock through his pants. She was pleased to find a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Tony always leaked heavily when he was horniest. When she reached to do the same for Bill, she was shocked to find his cock already out of his pants. Kim ran her thumb over the head as she worked the foreskin up and down. Bill groaned and pulled Kim's dress off her titties. He began licking one nipple as Tony took the other. They took turns fingering Kim's wet snatch. When the waitress appeared she witnessed the scene in the booth. "Would you guys like something to drink or would you rather be left alone?" Bill removed his mouth from Kim's tits long enough to order them another round of drinks. As she left Tony noticed what a statuesque blonde she was. She was wearing the obligatory cocktail waitress uniform of a short black skirt, white blouse and black spike heels. Tony especially liked her fishnet hose. She looked every bit of six feet tall. When she returned with the drinks, she introduced herself as Connie. Kim explained that she and Tony were celebrating their 26th anniversary and her step dad was helping them. "Wow what an erotic way to celebrate. Would anyone mind if I congratulated the couple?" Connie asked. When no one objected, Connie pulled the small table to the side and bent over to give Kim a kiss. What she got was a total surprise. Connie kissed Kim passionately on the mouth. As she thrust her tongue in her mouth, she once again pulled Kim's tits free and began to knead them and pull her nipples. The kiss seemed to go on forever, ending with Connie running a finger up Kim's slit over her clit and running her tongue over each of Kim's nipples. As she turned to Tony she saw his hard cock poking through his fly. Connie leaned over and ran her tongue around his cock head before sucking it into her mouth. When she had coated it with her saliva, she stood up and gave Tony the same type kiss as she had given his wife. She jerked Tony's saliva covered cock as their tongues did battle. Tony managed to grope her tits as they kissed. She pulled away from Tony as he began to hump her hand. "What's the matter? Does poor step daddy feel left out?" Connie teasingly asked She walked over in front of Bill. "Do you want a kiss too?" she asked Bill just nodded quickly. "Why don't you kiss this?" With that Connie pulled up her uniform skirt. Right in front of him, Bill saw the most beautiful blonde bush he had ever seen. Tony was glad to see that her fishnets were the stay up variety of stockings and not pantyhose. "The rug matches the drapes!" Bill said as he buried his face in Connie's muff. He quickly burrowed through her thick blonde bush and found her clit. Connie held his head in position as Kim reached up and rolled her nipples for her. Tony managed to get close enough to stroke her ass. Just as it looked as if Bill would get her off, the bartender shouted for her to deliver more drinks. "Damn, another minute or two and I could have cum! You guys were in for a treat too. I'm a squirter!" Connie told them As Connie straightened her clothes, Bill Kim and Tony decided to continue this celebration in their room. Tony told Connie to join them in room 719 if she could. Connie said she would try. The second the door closed to room 719, Kim found herself out of her dress and sandwiched between her two men. Tony stood behind her with his cock pressed between her ass cheeks. He held her tits out for Bill to suck. "Remember when I was careful about sucking your tits? I was afraid your mom would notice your nipples getting bigger. Well not anymore!" Bill said as he sucked Kim's tits like a starving baby. Kim could feel his hard cock grazing her clit as he ran his hands up and down her body. She desperately wanted to bend forward and get Tony's cock in her wet pussy. But she was enjoying the attention her tits and clit were getting. Bill stepped back and told Tony to give Kim her first anniversary fucking. Kim got on her knees upon the couch as Tony took her by her hips. He ran his aching cock through her cunt lips a few times and with one mighty thrust, buried it to the hilt in Kim's pussy. Kim yelled, "Oh yeah, fuck my wet pussy. Fuck it till I scream!" In the years that he was her step dad, Kim had never, ever called Bill dad. She decided she would use this fact later. Kim saw Bill's cock actually twitch as he came forward to stick it in her mouth. She licked and sucked his uncut cock as Tony continued his assault on her pussy. When Bill pulled his cock from her, (for fear of shooting his load early) Kim and Tony moved to the bedroom. Bill watched as Kim's ass swayed sexily through the room. When they were out of sight, Bill placed a quick phone call. All he said was room 719. He tripped the lock on the door before joining Kim and Tony in the bedroom. He found Tony lying back against the headboard, with Kim kneeling between his legs giving him an incredible blowjob. Her ass was pointed up in the air in just the right position. Bill buried his tongue in her pussy before replacing it with his cock. Kim began groaning around her husbands cock as her step dad gave her a good steady fucking. As Bill fucked her deep he smacked her upturned ass and said, "You always were, and still are such a cock tease!" "You always liked to fuck this little cock tease too didn't you daddy? Kim said as she pulled Tony's cock from her mouth. Just hearing her call him daddy was enough to make both men lose control. Tony began thrusting his cock down his wife's throat as Bill pushed his cock as deep as he could in her cunt. Kim Felt Tony's cock pulse in her throat at the same time Bill was shooting his load in her pussy. Bill kept driving his load deeper as she swallowed every drop of her husbands. Kim collapsed on Tony with Bill following, his cock still firmly up her snatch. After everyone had caught their breath, Kim cleaned the jizz from her pussy, and they went to the living room for something to drink. It kept Kim horny to walk around in front of her husband and step dad dressed in her garter belt, hose and heels. Neither of them could keep their hands off of her. If they weren't grabbing her tits, they were slapping her ass. Bill was always trying to get a finger in her pussy too. Just as things were starting to heat up again, the door opened and startled Kim. A man walked in whom Bill seemed to know but was a stranger to Kim and Tony. His eyes immediately settled on Kim's scantily clad body. Bill said, "Kim this is Jack. You met him a long time ago, but I'm not sure you still recognize him. I bet there's a part of him you'll remember!" With that Jack unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. He, like Tony had also left the underwear at home. Hanging between his legs was the biggest cock Tony had ever seen. It was starting to get hard from looking at Kim. Tony guessed it would reach ten or eleven inches erect and was as thick if not thicker than Tony's wrist. Kim shouted, "Its Big Dick!" as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gave him a sloppy kiss as he reached around and held her bare ass. Kim stepped back and wasted no time in reaching for that big hunk of meat. Three or four strokes and it was hard enough to drive nails. With it pressed up between them, she gave big dick another deep kiss. She could feel it pulse against her belly as they kissed. Kim turned to Tony and said," You want to see me suck it?" Tony said, "Hell yes I want to see my slut suck that huge cock!" Kim dropped to her knees and began running her tongue around the huge plum shaped head. She then ran her tongue all the way down the shaft and swirled it around his balls. Tony noticed at this time that Jack's testicles looked as big as baseballs. Kim could only fit one nut at a time in her mouth. Jack just stood and moaned as Kim bathed his nuts with her tongue while jerking his long thick cock. When she finally got down to some serious sucking, Bill moved in behind her and started fucking her doggie style. He had a ringside seat as his step daughter took his cock up her cunt while try to get as much of Jack's meat in her mouth as she could. Tony ran to the bedroom and retrieved his digital camera. He took several photos of his sweet wife's mouth stretched around the same cock as he had been hearing about for years. While he was getting more shots of their threesome, a soft knock came at the door. Tony opened it enough to see Connie standing there. "Hi, are you guys still celebrating?" asked Connie "See for yourself!" replied Tony as he stepped back and allowed Connie to enter "My God what a beautiful cock!" Connie exclaimed as she saw Kim on her knees being serviced by the two men. Connie walked over to the table in the living room area and made a quick phone call. She then quickly removed her skirt and blouse. Tony was quick to zero in on her tits. They weren't quite as large as his wife's but Connie's nipples stuck out like pencil erasers. She moaned and humped his cock as he chewed on her tits. When Tony turned her loose, Connie dropped to her knees beside Kim. While Kim worked on the head of Jack's monster cock, Connie alternated between licking the shaft and licking his big nuts. Tony knelt behind Connie and slid his cock up her blonde snatch. He felt her backing up on him as he slammed in and out of her pussy. Just as everyone got going in a good rhythm, another knock came at the door. Connie was quick to pull away from Tony and answer it. A large black man entered the room. Kim looked over but kept Jack's cock in her mouth. He was over 6 feet tall and powerfully built. His skin was black as night and his head clean shaven. "Everyone, this is Sean. I hope you don't mind that I invited him." Connie said When he sensed everyone was fine with his presence, Sean began to undress. When he pulled his underwear down, Kim moaned loudly around Jack's cock. Sean was every bit as large as Jack. What made him look so erotic to Kim was the fact that he wasn't circumcised. Connie stood beside him and slowly stroked his cock till it was fully erect. Kim couldn't wait to get her lips around Sean's big black helmet shaped head. Watching Connie play with that black cock drove Bill over the top. He groaned and pumped Kim's pussy full for the second time that evening. Tony got behind her and plowed his cock into his wife. Bill's load of fresh jizz served to keep her well lubed. Kim just kept sucking Jack's cock. The harder Tony balled his wife the harder she sucked Jack. Jack announced to the room that he was going to shoot his load. Connie dropped to her knees to share his load with Kim. With a mighty grunt Jack began to come. Connie saw Kim trying her best to swallow all of his cream but knew it was more than a mouthful. Connie pulled the throbbing monster from Kim's lips and clamped her own mouth over it. Jack had an ample supply to fill Connie's mouth as well. Connie held his hot load in her mouth as she got up and walked over to Sean. She knelt before him and let Jack's cum flow from her mouth all over Sean's huge black cock. It was the hottest thing Kim had ever seen. Sean's big black love muscle was all shiny from the jizz Connie had in her mouth. Evidently it was hot for Tony too as he let it be known he was coming too. Connie went over to Kim and pulled Tony's cock from her pussy. Connie closed her mouth around Tony's dick just as he let go. Once again Connie held the load in her mouth. This time however instead of using it on Sean's cock, Connie leaned down and kissed Kim. All the men groaned as they watched these two babes share Tony's hot jizz. When they were finished, Connie took Kim over to Sean with her. He was still standing there with his cock dripping with Jack's load. "Clean off my dick! You little white slut." Sean ordered Kim did as he instructed and knelt in front of him and licked his big rod clean. When she had it shiny from her saliva instead of jizz, she pulled the skin back and took his massive head in her mouth. "Ooooh that's it bitch, suck Sean's big ole' dick. Suck it good and I'll fuck your little white pussy with it." Sean told Kim All three of the other guy's were sitting in a trance pulling on their hardening cocks. Connie went over and immediately deep throated Bill. He fondled her tits as she sucked him. Jack stepped in behind her and slowly worked his big fat cock in her blonde pussy. Tony watched in amazement as his sweet wife licked and sucked on that huge black cock like it was candy. As she bent over further to lick and suck his equally big balls, Tony drove his tongue up Kim's ass. She squealed with delight as Tony tongue fucked her puckered little ass hole and Sean fucked her face. Tony rubbed her clit with his thumb as he serviced his wife's anus. She was soon cumming all over his hand. "You wet enough to take on my black snake?" asked Sean Kim said, "Yes it's wet enough. Now fuck me with that cock." Sean sat down in an armless chair that was in the office area of the suite. Kim wasted no time in straddling him. He lifted her up with his strong arms and lowered her onto his cock. Tony squatted behind Kim and watched her sink down as every inch of that black cock disappeared up his wife's cunt. With her feet touching the floor in her red high heels, Kim began riding up and down on Sean's prick. Sean was giving Kim's tits the workout too. When he wasn't squeezing and kneading them, he was licking and chewing on her nipples. Tony just stood behind her and jacked off as he watched the huge black cock fuck his wife. Across the room, Bill and Jack reached orgasms simultaneously. Connie swallowed Bill's down as she felt Jack's fill her insides. The three of them gathered around to see Kim get the fucking of her life. Bill was thoughtful enough to get pictures while Tony was busy jerking off. Connie took over and blew him while he watched his wife's ass. Sean had taken over and was lifting Kim up and down on his massive prick. "God you keep that up and I'm gonna cum!" screamed Kim "I've never come from just fucking."She said "All my bitches come when I fuck em'. You let me know when you're ready and I'll come with you." Sean told her A few more strokes and Kim screamed, "I'm ready, I'm cumming, Fuck me with that nigger dick and fill me full of your scalding jizz!" Everyone watched as Sean buried his meat to the hilt and roared with his own orgasm. Kim had her tongue down his throat as they came together. She could feel pulse after pulse of his hot sperm coat the walls of her pussy. After she had collapsed on him, Sean stood and carried her to the bed. As he pulled her off his cock and laid her on the bed, Connie jumped between Kim's legs and began eating the jizz from her freshly fucked pussy. She even brought Kim to another orgasm. Poor old Tony was still left with a hard on. Connie instructed him to get behind her and fuck her while she ate Kim's pussy. Not having to be told twice Tony began pumping. The three of them finished and turned around to see three new hard ons waving in the air. Connie told everyone it was her turn for the killer orgasm. Jack lay on his back with his hard cock standing straight up. Connie straddled him and guided him into her pussy. After they got a rhythm going she told Sean he knew what to do. He went to her purse and returned with a bottle of lube. He generously lubed Connie's ass hole while Kim did the honors of greasing up his big schlong. It soon became obvious what was going to happen. Sean placed his dick at her ass and pushed slowly forward. Connie groaned and tensed up but was soon relaxed enough for another go. Before long Sean's 11 inches were buried up Connie's ass while she rode Jack's 11 inches with her pussy. "I've never been so full of cock in my life." Connie yelled as both of her holes took a beating. Tony turned to see Bill sitting in a chair beside the bed with his cock buried in Kim. Once again with everyone getting some but him, Tony went over and began fucking Kim's face. Tony, Kim and Bill stopped to watch Connie and her two men change positions. Sean lay on his back with Connie straddling him, facing away from him. She sat down with his cock going up her ass and lay back on Sean. He played with her nipples while pushing his cock in and out of her well stretched ass. Jack knelt on the bed before them and pushed his cock back in Connie's pussy. It looked like a human sandwich. Kim climbed off Bill to get a better look. As she stood beside the bed watching both of those huge cocks disappearing in Connie's ass and cunt, Tony stepped behind her and picked up where Bill left off. The Visit Ch. 02 I stepped up to her and gently kissed her on the lips, drew away and said softly, "I have loved you for a very long time." Jane looked into my eyes and said, "Where do we go from here?" I had secretly loved this woman and never knew what to do. I knew her husband was a shit and never gave her the attention she wanted/needed. Jane was a beautiful statuesque woman with very full breasts and full hips. Shoulder length blond hair and a face like an angel. I have seen her melt like butter in my hands and have seen her hold her ground in business deal acting like the tuff professional she is. Was she out of my league? Jane sat on the desk in front of me naked and just received the fuck of her life. She was probably overwhelmed because it was the most excitement she has had for a very long time. So I said, "Lets go to the shop." Jane said, "Why do you want to go there." "Has asshole ever taken you there for sex on a tractor?" "No, but then again, He wouldn't" I stood up and pulled her off the desk. She fell into my arms because her legs were weak and could not support her weight. Her massive tits pressing on my chest and the tingle of her very short muff hair on my cock, brought renewed life to my semi erect member. I squeezed her and kissed her again, passionately, making her legs weaker. I pushed her back on the desk and handed her her jeans and shirt, I left her panties and bra on the floor. I slid my pants and shirt on and grabber her hand and lead her to the back. As we walked through the showroom Jane asked, "What if someone is here?" I replied, "No one is here" "What if someone comes?" "Your gonna cum." "What if someone walks in on us, I am barely covered." "No one is going to walk in on us and you will be naked again soon." We entered the repair shop and I saw an old International Harvester 1066 in the back corner. I new the front tire would be about the right height for Jane to sit and I would enter her standing up in front. As we passed a workbench I grabbed a handful of clean shop rags. When we got to the tractor I placed several clean rags on the tire and told Jane to take off her cloths and sit. I noticed her crotch was very wet on her pants. She wears her jeans very tight and I wondered if it was the way she walked was turning her on or if it was just leaking out from our previous romp. Jane was sitting on the tractor tire naked and I pushed my pants down and pulled my shirt off. I stood I front of her and kissed her some more. I handled her breasts and pulled on her nipples. After a few minutes of this tender caressing she began to fondle my love stick. Jane drew me near and guided me into that tight hot pussy again. I can't believe how tight she is. Since I just came I knew this would take awhile to cum again, I was going to give her several more orgasms and we both were going to enjoy them. I was giving Jane my entire length, in long slow strokes. She was rolling a nipple between her thumb and finger and her lower lip was quivering. I said, "I remember watching porn with you. You said this was worth extra points." With that I moved my right hand down and pinched her clit, then started to rub it. Jane came violently. "GA GA GA GAWD D DD." Jane shook, her head went back and her eyes closed. When this happened her tits came up to head height. I was standing in front of her; pushed in as far as I could go, not moving. I noticed her chest was getting red and her tits were actually growing and turning pink. Jane's nipples were also growing. It was like all of her blood was going to her tits. Her pussy was spasming on my cock. With those bodacious ta tas staring me in the eye I couldn't help but grab one with my lips and start sucking. "Harder" Jane ordered. So I did, I was sucking harder than a vacuum cleaner, and then I started biting them. Jane went limp and fell back against the side of the tractor. She was moaning, her snatch was milking my cock. The spasms were tremendous; I never felt anything like it. Her juices were actually running out of her. I kept biting her nipples and she kept cumming. There was no break, I was standing balls deep in the tightest pussy I ever had and it was sucking me in and squeezing the life out of me at the same time. Several minutes passed while I was feasting on those monster tits, my dick never moving. I was being milked and there was nothing I could do. I don't think I could have pulled out if I wanted to. Jane was half laying back, there were moans coming from her mouth, her cunt was squeezing my cock, I was pinching her clit and she was cumming and cumming and cumming. Then suddenly I burst. I shot four big pumps of my man juice into that milking machine. I would have pumped more but it was too tight. My teeth came off of the nipple I was biting when I stood up to unload. Jane was barely conscious but she was still spasming around my cock. This was no doubt the best pussy I ever had. I was standing there, basking in the after glow, my hard on was just slightly going soft as the twitching sensation was continuing from Jane's wonderful pussy. Her eyes were opening as she came back to the real world. There was a glow on her face and her eyes looked hazy, but she was smiling while catching her breath. God she was beautiful, even with the beads of sweat on her forehead and in her cleavage as her tits rose and fell. Suddenly some one was entering our world. The entrance door to the shop swung open and in walked Jim. It was after 6:00 so I knew he had several beers by now. He didn't turn on the lights but started walking in our direction. Jane turned to see what was going on and had a look of panic on her face. I put my finger to my lips to let her know to be quiet. Jim was walking right toward us. My dick was still in Jane's pussy, we were both basically naked, an about to be interrupted by one of her employees. I don't know if it was the excitement of getting caught, getting caught by one of my old coworkers, getting caught by one of my old coworkers while stuffing the boss, or Jane's super tight pussy around my dick: I was getting hard again. The look of distress on Jane's face was overwhelming, I though she was going to cry. It then occurred to me that Jim was going to his toolbox at the back of the tractor. If we stayed still he would never notice us in the dark. Jim pulled a drawer open and removed something, it was dark I couldn't see. Then he turned and started walking back towards the door. Jane's cunt was twitching again as my dick made it harder, pushing against her back wall. She started to buck a little on the tire trying to get some movement out of me, her lust and excitement coming back. She let out a little whimper and I covered her mouth. Jim stopped and turned his head; if the lights were on he would have seen us. He started walking for the door and left. Jane said, "Damn that was close." "You liked almost getting caught didn't you?" "It was exciting." "What do you think Ken would do if he ever finds out?" "I don't care, just get me off again. God I love this. Will you take me in the ass, I've wanted to try it for a long time but couldn't get Ken to do it" Knowing I am twice the lover her dim wit husband ever though of being, how could I refuse. I said, "Can you stand up and lean on the tire?" Jane replied, "First you gotta remove that base ball bat from my pussy." I backed away but her cunt still gripped my shaft, not wanting to give it up. When I came out there was a flood. Fluid gushed everywhere. Some hers some mine. When Jane stood up she was wet clear down to her ankles. I was thinking I better get her some water or she will be dehydrated. She pushed herself into me and reached for a kiss. I squeezed both ass cheeks while our tongues wrestled. Her tits were almost pushing me over. Jane turned around and put her hands on the tire. Bent over in front of me was an ass to die for. It was easy to see there was plenty of maiden oil around the cherry ass hole. My dick was still covered with juice as I pushed my cock head to her hole. It was even tighter than her cunt, but finally the head went in. Jane gasped sharply. I waited a few seconds for her to adjust. Then I started pushing in slowly and rocking back out. Taking short strokes so she could get used to being filled. Jane was gasping for breath the whole time. Her knees were getting weak because she was slowly falling towards the floor. I reached in front with my left hand and squeezed a whole breast (at least what would fit in my hand). Then I started pinching her left nipple. My right hand found its way down to her clit. I thought Jane was going to rip my dick off when I pinched her clit and she shuddered. She started pushing back against me in rhythm. I was nearly getting all the way in when she started mumbling. I couldn't make out what she was saying but she was spraying my right hand with cum while I was tweaking her clit. Now I was sinking in balls deep into her ass and my sack was spanking her lower lips. There was a splashing sound and I could feel the wetness on my bag. Jane was literally jumping off the floor with each thrust. I let go of her left nipple so I could stand up straight. I could see her huge tits swaying, they would make a clapping sound when the came together. They are so big and so full the way they move was mesmerizing. I loved her tits and would be a happy man if all I ever got to do was nuzzle on them for ever. Being a tit man and so much enjoying the view I was overwhelmed and started pumping hot jiz in her tight ass. Jane felt the pumping and gushed again. I let my dick soften before pulling it out. Jane was heaving trying to catch her breath. When I started to back away Jane backed with me. "Just leave it in a little longer, I like how it fills me up." Jane said. She caught her breath, leaned forward and I came out with a pop as my head came through her little rose bud. "Ron, this is the best I ever been treated, you were soft and tender when you needed to be and rough when I didn't know I really wanted it. I don't want to say anything now in the heat of passion that either of us would take wrong or regret, but I love the way you just made love to me." "Jane I fell in love with you the first time you smiled at me and your nipples were staring me in the face. I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize our friendship or your home life. If the shower still works in the back bathroom, lets get cleaned up and go home. We can talk about things later when our heads are clear." To be continued? The Visit Ch. 02 Please read The Visit (chapter 1) to better understand the story, although you can read each chapter independently. * My wife and sister are standing in the middle of my sister's living room. There is an incest porn pay per view movie play on the television. I have just finished jacking off at the request of my sister, with my wife watching. My sister had just finished getting herself off and my wife had cleaned the pussy juice off my sister's fingers. "Relax sweetie." My wife said. My wife and sister sit on chairs in the living room. I have perfect shot of my sister's pussy; she spread her leg on purpose. "Let me explain what is happening" said my sister. It seems my wife had called my sister and wanted to give me a fantasy. The fantasy was actually just beginning. The rules, if you can call them rules are simple. While we are visiting my sister I am remain nude while in the house. My wife and sister will dress in ways that please me. Primarily that means blouses, skirts, sexy bra and panties, nylons and high heels. Since my sister has an office job she will pretty much always be dressed they way I like. At any point that I feel like sex with either of them or that I want them to have sex we go for it. If I feel like taking my wife's panties off and fuck in the kitchen then she leaves her panties off until the next day. If I take my sister's top and bra off and play with her tits then she leaves the bra and top off until the next day. If I want my wife and sister to 69 then the take off enough clothes to 69 then leave those clothes off until the next day. What more of fantasy could a guy ask? I decide to test the water a little bit. "Ok sis, remove the wife's blouse and top, sexily caress, fondle and play with her tits?" I request My sister moves to my wife and very slowly unbuttons her blouse. You can easily see my wife's tits through the camisole top. My sister lifts my wife's tits and feels there weight. My sister tweaks my wife's nipples through the see-through material. I can see my wife starting to get aroused. I tell me wife to watch the movie on television. My wife directs her attention to the movie. My sister pulls the camisole top up and exposes my wife's tits. My sister leans in and takes a tit in her mouth. She starts sucking on the tit and my wife arches her back, pushing her tit into my sister. My wife's ass is starting to move in response to the attention to her tits. With the position my sister is in, her ass is at the perfect angle. I know the opportunity is now or never. I walk over to my sister and pull her skirt up. The ass that I have dreamt about for years as a young boy and young man is there. The body that I masturbated too is right in front of me. My sister's ass is moving ever so slightly as she is really pleasuring my wife's tits. My cock is still hard even though I just got done cumming not a few minutes ago. I stoke my cock wondering what to fuck first, my sister's pussy or her ass. I reach down and run my fingers along the length of my sister's pussy. It is so warm, wet and soft. I can feel the softness of her pubic hair. My finger finds her clit and I very gently massage her sex. My sister's moans join the ones coming from my wife. My wife has her eyes closed, her back arched and her hip moving. My wife wants or needs relief. My wife's mouth is open and soft moans are coming out. The must me be something about a woman sucking another woman's tits that make the experience different from when a man does the work. I walk around my sister and lean down to my wife. I start kissing my wife and she kisses back with energy and passion. Her tongue eagerly enters my mouth and plays with my tongue. I feel a hand searching for my cock. I don't know whose it is, but does it really matter. The hand eventually finds my manhood and slowly stokes. The realities of several sexual frontiers are really happening. Incest, lesbian sex, slut, submissive sex, pornography, and my fantasies are all converging. My sister stops her work on my wife's tits and asks her stand up. My wife reluctantly stands, with a questioning look on her face. My sister leans toward me and kisses me. The first time my sister has ever kissed. Her lips are soft and warm. Her kiss is tender and loving. I wonder if her ex-husband knows what a wonder kisser my sister really is. "Slide your skirt up and take your nylons off, but keep your heels on" my sister directs. My wife complies with the directive. She reaches her hand under her skirt and pulls her nylons down to her heels. She momentarily removes her heels to remove the nylons, and then puts the heels back on her feet. My sister grabs black material and places the crotch under my nose. I can smell the excitement of my wife's sex. It is very obvious that my wife is very aroused. My sister takes the material away from my nose and inhales the exotic aroma herself. A smile comes across my sister's face. Does my sister get turn on from the sexual aroma of another woman? My wife's skirt has fallen back into place. My sister directs her to lift the skirt and sit with her ass on the edge of the chair. My wife complies and my sister gently moves my wife's leg apart. I kneel down so as not to miss any of the action. My sister pulls my wife's ass to the very edge of the cushion. With my wife's legs open wide and her position on the chair's cushion my wife's pussy is clearly on display. Her pussy lips are seriously aroused. Her lips are open and juice is built up along the entire length and breath of her pussy. You can smell my wife's arousal easily. My sister leans in and gently blows on my wife's sex. My wife is highly aroused. Very teasingly my sister lightly brushes her tongue from the bottom to the top of my wife's sex. There is just enough contact for my sister to get a modest taste of my wife's pussy. This brief contact pushes my wife further towards the edge of orgasm. My wife's clit is clearly evident. My sister leans in and places a long and passionate kiss squarely on my wife's clit. My wife is in the throws of ecstasy. Is my wife receiving more pleasure from a woman then is ever received from me? Again I think that a woman knows more about pleasuring and pleasing another woman more than any man can. My sister moves in to finish off the intensive orgasm that my wife is waiting for so patiently. Two of my sister's fingers ease in and out of my wife's pussy as my "expertly" works on my wife's clit. Within moments the building orgasm exploded through my wife's entire body. My wife's head is back, her back is arched, her pussy is flooding my sister's mouth and moans are the only sound, except for the slurping sounds that my sister's fingers and lips are making. My sister stops and stands. "I think your wife likes have a woman eat her pussy." "How does she taste?" my sister asks just before kissing me again. I eagerly kiss and lick my wife's juices from my sister's lips and mouth. My sister lets me actually draw her lips, one at a time, into my mouth to get every last drop of my wife from her. My wife is slumped in the chair recovering from my sister's apparent expert skills at eating pussy. "Where did you learn to pleasure a woman so well?" I ask my sister. My sister smiles and tells me that will learn that answer before my wife and I leave. I can hardly wait to learn the answer. My wife opens her eyes and sits up in the chair. "Thank you so much that was wonderful." My wife tells my sister. I sister leans down to kiss my still hard cock and tells us that she needs to go to the bathroom. I grab her arm as she start to walk toward the bathroom. "Can I watch you pee?" I softly ask. "Ask her for what you really want to do." My wife said. My sister look at both of us is a very puzzled look. "What exactly do you want to do with me, baby brother?" my sister asks. "I want to drink you pee." I say very bluntly "I see, you are into a fetish or two. Ok how would you like to do this" My sister says. "Just sit on my face, I will make sure that my mouth will catch every drop." I say. I take a hold of my sister's hand lead her to the bedroom. My wife follows. I lie on the bed and position myself so my sister can easily straddle my mouth. My sister moved into position and lowers her pussy to me. My sister's pussy is within inches of my mouth. I pull her hips down until her sex is within reach of my tongue. I get pass of my tongue across her pussy when I feel her sex change. My sister was not kidding, she really needed to pee. Her golden liquid comes out in an initial burst and continues in a steady stream. Her pee is very salty with only a slight bitter taste. My tongue licks her pee hole and this causes the pee to splash around my mouth and face. My sister's flow of pee stops as suddenly as it started. I use my tongue to clean her sex. I also suck on pussy to make sure all the pee is guaranteed to be in my and that pussy is clean. My sister removes herself from my mouth and sits on the bed. My wife knows that I love to drink pee. My wife smiles and knows that the sexual atmosphere is only going to get more and more charged. My sister gets off the bed and reaches for her purse. She pulls out a credit card and hands it to me. I am told to get on the internet and subscribe to any and all web sites that feature incest, office sex, pee fetish, and lesbian sex. I am also supposed to buy any and all DVD's that are of the same subject matter. The DVD's are to be shipped express overnight, regardless of the cost. My sister tells me any that web sites that offer downloads of movies or JPEG files can be stored. I should buy a memory card or stick for the downloads. I am to use the credit card for the memory stick as well. My sister assures me that the card has more than enough credit. If for any reason the card is turned down to call her. I can not believe my own ears. My wife leans to me and kisses me. My sister follows my wife's actions. We prepare for dinner and a night full of more sexual fun. To be continued... The Visit Ch. 02 It was all his fault. All he had to do was pick a female from his phone contacts and have them call his Mistress. He missed the deadline and in turn his Mistress used his email account to send a message to his doctor asking her to see him due to his concerns over locking himself in chastity and practicing orgasm denial for extended periods of time. Although covered by patient privacy, she was his family doctor for most of his life and would have to endure the prospect that she knew of his kinky secret. In a state of panic he asked an ex-girlfriend to call his Mistress. They had dated in college and he remembered her being really good in bed and very open minded, but eventually he broke up with her for being too clingy and controlling. However, that was years ago and she seemed to have matured since then. He had, coincidentally, run into her a couple of months ago and they had seen each other on and off since. Lunch, dinner or maybe a movie, but nothing more. That was until he asked her for help. She told him that he owed him big time. He reluctantly agreed, knowing that now, two women had him trapped. She thought it was funny that he placed himself in such predicament and jokingly let him know it. Her request was not, he thought, so funny. She wanted him to clean her house once a week for the next six months to which he agreed. Then she added the caveat that he needed to do it naked. When he began to waffle, she asked him what his Mistress would think if he reneged on his end of their bargain. She chuckled at the prospect of having him clean up for her and seeing what a chastity cage looked like. To make matters worse his Mistress had one more punishment for him. For the next six weeks he was to blindfold himself and wait for her naked. She would then handcuff him, unlock him, clean him, wait for him to go soft and then lock him back up. All without speaking to him. It was maddening. Now more than wanting to cum, he just wanted to be teased. Her ignoring him was more than she could bear. Twenty-six weeks. A full six months. He was going mad. He had not see or heard his Mistress speak for over six weeks. She would simply contact him via text messages. His cock ached for release, for her touch, for anything. He didn't know if he could go on. His frustration now gave way to desperation. He was on the verge of breaking down. He talked to his ex-girlfriend about it. She told him he was silly for getting into such a predicament, but he had either end it or see it through. Shit or get of the pot she would tell him. Just don't whine about it. They had become more and more of a platonic couple the more he went over to her place to fulfill his debt to her. She had become quite comfortable with him being around her. Having taken to walking around in her panties when he was there and slowly starting to have him helping with other chores such as running errands or going shopping for her. He began to think she was playing games with him, taking advantage of his situation, but he dismissed this as crazy thoughts of a sex starved submissive. In the absence of his Mistress he was growing fonder of her and began getting aroused just at the thought of going over to her place and see her. He began to think that it was a mistake to break up with her. Out of nowhere, he received a message from his Mistress on his way over to do his weekly cleaning. He almost drove off the road as he read the message. He thought about it as he drove to her house. He decided that his girlfriend needed to see the message for herself. He just didn't know what to do anymore. He couldn't think straight. She would help, she has before. She read the message as he got undressed. "Umph. She's got a point. This would definitely prove your devotion and your commitment to your key holder." She put the phone down. "Have you done anything like this before?" "NO! Never. I mean my doctor told me it would it help, but I mean really!" "Well, It seems and no pun intended, she got you by the balls. I mean if you stand your ground you could lose your job. I'm not sure your boss would appreciate you letting her in on your little secret." She could clearly see he was gripped by fear and indecicion. "Look, I'll help you do this, but if I do this I'll need to revise our arrangement." "Yes, of course. Fine." He was blindly over zealous. His Mistress was ready to cost him his job. A great job as a matter of fact. She told him that she were to help then she would like to extend his obligation another six months. She also wanted him to service her orally at least twice a week for that time. He prided himself on his pussy eating skills and eagerly jumped at the chance to prove it. He was to clean the house and she went out to get the things they would need to accomplish his task. She returned a while later and he was just finishing his chores. After she had him shower; she had him fix them a couple of drinks and join her in the living room. "Kneel." she commanded as he put the drinks down. She slipped off her skirt and stepped towards him. Her crotch almost on his nose. "Sniff it. Do you remember how good it tasted?" He took in her scent and moaned as he nodded yes. His cock stirred in its cage. She inched towards him, the dampness of her panties tickled his nose. "Use your tongue." He stuck it out and pressed it against the fabric. She cooed softly as he worked it around. Soon her hands were winding their way through his hair. His mouth was now pressed against her as he sucked and licked her through her panties. "Take them off." she hissed. "With your teeth." By now he was dripping pre-cum on the floor beneath him and his neglected member ached for release. As he slowly worked them down, her well groomed crotch revealed itself. An arrow of hair pointing directly to her moist mound caused a painful swelling in his cage. She pulled him by the hair into her as she fell back onto the couch. Lustfully he dove right in. Her scent filing his nostrils. She bucked and moaned as he worked his tongue between the folds of flesh. She pushed her feet into his back and her hands pulled at his hair as she was driven closer and closer to climax. He moved in for the kill and her shriek pierced the air as she was seized by her orgasm. "Wow. I'd forgotten how good you were." She sat up after a few minutes, resting, catching her breath. "Now let's get you ready. Turn around." Hesitantly, he spun around on all fours. She giggled at the slick puddle on the floor. "Is there anything left? Well, lets find out. OK. Face down, ass up." She hung a small cup off of his chastity device. A wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept over him as he felt the cool lube slide down his ass crack. Without warning she slid a finger into him. His ass puckered tight around it. Her invasion was just an attempt to lube him completely. "How's it feel, Honey?" "OK, I guess." He jumped though when she brushed over his prostate. "Jackpot." she said whimsically. She withdrew her finger and readied a prostate massager. Slightly angled and bulbous with a handle and an arm to stimulate from the exterior as well. Gently placing it on his ass she pushed it in. She smiled as she watched it slowly disappear. He gasped as it hit its mark. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, all things considered." She began alternating between moving it in and out and rocking it back and forth, judging his reactions for the best technique. His cock futilely stiffened in its confines. He wondered if if was supposed to be getting aroused by this. "Oh, yes. Tweets. Please." was a barely audible hiss that escaped him. He hadn't even realized what he'd said or that he'd started rocking back and forth. She was surprised also at his response. 'Tweets' was his pet name for her when they had dated. "You can do it, Honey." She whispered back. "Fill up the cup. Relax and fill it up." He bit his lip as he felt the pressure of an orgasm build inside him. 'Almost there.' he thought. Like the pressure of a shaken bottle of soda, he just needed to pull the tab. "Please, oh, please." He pushed back harder. "Almost!" he grunted. "There!" He started panting. He tried to will himself over the edge. It was hopeless. He wanted to scream. "Please. Let me cum. Please!" He collapsed to his elbows and his head hit the floor. ""All done." She pulled out the probe from him and took the cup off his cage. "My, my, look at what you did!" He turned to see the cup was almost full of a milky white fluid. His fluid. His cum! She took off the wires that held it to his cage and screwed on the cap. "Here you go." She held out the cup. "You should clean up and get going." He did as she asked and soon he was on the road. Headed towards his Mistress. The Visit Ch. 02 Just when I was about to give up on him, out of the blue he had asked me on a date about a month before. It was so cute. First he took me to dinner and then to the movies where we saw a G-rated cartoon. Afterwards we went for ice cream and he had me home by 10:30. He walked me to the door and kissed my cheek, but wouldn't come in. I was disappointed, but impressed with him. I had been really looking forward to seeing him at the party tomorrow night I had chosen my costume as a dance hall girl because Terri had told me he was going as a cowboy. Terri had become almost like the sister I never had. We talked about everything. Her main job was as her Mom's receptionist, but she had also occasionally filled in on modeling assignments. I would really miss them. After taking the little five-day economics course I had considered going back to school and had gone so far as to get some applications, but never had the nerve to fill them out. Then last month, out of the blue Jackie asked me if I had ever considered going back to school. When I told her I had been kind of investigating it, she offered to pay my tuition. As I lay in bed it thought about my Dad and Jackie. They were two of the biggest influences on my life and in most ways they were very different, but in one they were alike. Terri had told me that right after she was born her Dad had died. That was around seventeen years ago and as far as anyone knew, Jackie had never been on a date since. She had totally immersed herself with raising the kids and building the business. She had a strong motherly instinct and it showed through her business decisions. Like my Dad, she was very successful in life. They both had raised two good well-adjusted kids. Terri had confessed to me that she really would have liked to see her Mom start dating. It troubled Terri that someday, after she and Steve moved out, Jackie would be alone just as my Dad was alone in his. The thought of leaving all I had worked on the past year suddenly became too much to bear. I knew I couldn't do it. I had to lead my own life and I knew it would be the life of a slut. I loved my Dad and it would break my heart if he never could come to an understanding, but I had live honestly. I decided I would stay. I suddenly felt at peace. There would be no more crying. The deception had been my biggest mistake. When I had told Jackie that I couldn't make the Halloween party because my Dad was visiting, she had advised me to be up front with him and tell him everything. Now I realized, she had been right. I should have taken her advice. I drifted off to sleep again. A noise woke me up at 1:00 AM. For an instant it scared me, but then I remembered about Dad's visit. Thinking that maybe he was leaving I quietly arose and opened my door. I crept down the hall and looked into the living room. He wasn't leaving. Instead he was sitting on the couch, dressed only in boxers. The table lamp was on and I could see he was just opening the magazine. I must have made a noise because he looked up and saw me. (to be continued) The Visit Ch. 03 I crept down the hall after hearing a noise. Earlier that evening my Dad had discovered I was a porn model. He had come for a visit and was staying in a spare room in my apartment. I had thought I could keep my modeling a secret from him, but things didn't work out. After discovering a magazine with my picture on the cover my Dad had gone to bed. The hurt look on his face had haunted me through the night until the noise woke me. I was afraid Dad might be leaving without saying goodbye, so I got up to confront him. What I saw when I looked into the living room was Dad sitting on the sofa, wearing boxers, opening the magazine. I must have made a noise because he looked up and saw me. "Sunny. I'm did I wake you? I'm sorry," he said. I walked closer to him. "I'm sorry Daddy. I should have told you about all of this. Can you forgive me?" "I'm the one who needs to apologize, Sunny," Dad said. "I guess I was just shocked seeing you, this way. Maybe I still think of you as my little girl, but obviously you have grown up. I've always supported you and you've always had good judgment and I should have supported you from the start. I'm sorry I didn't, but I promise you I will from now on. Can you forgive me?" "OH DADDY!" I cried and ran to him, giving him a hug. "I love you. There's nothing to forgive." "Sunny, about a month ago I realized we hadn't seen each other in over a year and it scared me to death that we were growing apart from each other. I don't want that to happen. I want to be involved with your life." I sat next to him on the couch and we started to talk about my time in LA. I told him everything about Tricks and how I had been doing at Angels. He was very interested in all of the aspects of the business and I told him all about Jackie. I could tell he was impressed by the manner Jackie was running things. He was also impressed that I had been writing scripts and was going to direct. It was after 2:00 AM and I realized we had been talking for over an hour. Standing, I asked Dad if he wanted a drink. "Are you going to have one? I don't want to keep you up too late." "I think I will," I said, "and this isn't too late. When I am dancing at Tricks I don't get in until much later than this. What'll you have?" "Just make two of whatever you are having," he replied. As I left the room, I saw him opening up the magazine. I returned a minute later with two glasses of wine. Dad was still on the couch and he had the magazine opened on his lap. He was looking at a picture of me with a guy named Paul. I was dressed in my Angel outfit, a sheer lacy white robe and a halo. The robe was translucent so that my nipples were clearly visible. I was giving Paul and hug and he had a hand up under the robe. "Dad," I said handing him his glass of wine, "You shouldn't be looking at that." "Why, are you ashamed? You shouldn't be. You look beautiful" "I'm not ashamed, but you still shouldn't be looking at this, after all you are my Dad," I said. "I told you I want to be involved. You aren't going to make me go out and buy a copy, are you," he asked smiling. He turned the page as I sat down again. The next page showed Paul pushing the robe open and exposing my breasts. One nipple was exposed, Paul was sucking the other one, and his hand was still up my robe. "You have a beautiful body, Sunny." "Thanks Dad," I said and took a big gulp of my wine. The next picture had the robe open. My breasts were still exposed, but now my pussy was exposed too. I have been shaving my pussy since a boyfriend in high school told me he preferred eating girls who shave. In the pic, Paul had inserted the tip of a finger into me. This was starting to go too far. Reaching for the magazine, I said, "Come on Dad, this isn't right." "Sunny, I'm going to look at this. You look great. Really, I'm ok with this." Dad turned the page. In the next picture I was on my back with my legs spread wide. Paul was using his fingers to spread my pussy open. The next pic still had me on my back with my legs spread, but this one was an extreme close up of that area and in this one Paul was licking my slit. Dad smiled as he pointed to the pic. "This guy gets paid to do this? He has the best job in the world." I blushed scarlet, lifted my wineglass, downed what was left, then got up for a refill. When I came back, Dad had turned the page again. In the magic of porn pictorials, one turn of the page and all of Paul's clothes were gone. Now I was kneeling before him and licking the tip of his cock. I was suddenly conscience of how hard my nipples had become. I handed Dad his drink and when he reached for it, I grabbed for the magazine, but he was too quick for me and I missed. I sat down on the couch again feeling a bit ashamed. "Does this really bother you, Sunny?" he asked. "Yeah, it does Dad. I guess I'm not as well adjusted to this stuff as I thought. I can't believe this isn't bothering you." Dad shut the magazine on his lap. "Sunny, maybe I need to tell you something. Remember earlier how I told you how proud your mom would be of you if she knew how well you are doing? If she knew all of this, she would be even prouder. I've never told you about how I met your Mom." "Wasn't it in college, at a party or something?" I asked. "Well, yes but that isn't really the story. I was in my second year of college and living in a frat house. One of the recent grads was getting married and we were throwing a bachelor party for him. I had been at work. Those days I had a job at a local restaurant. It wasn't much money, but it was enough for some spending money." Dad continued, "In the frat the bachelor parties used to get pretty wild. We would invite some of the sluttier sorority girls, but we would also hire some prostitutes. Anyway, when I got back to the house, the party was already in full gear. I went downstairs to the bar and saw a circle of guys. In the circle were two guys fucking the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. It was your Mom. I got a beer and sat down in a chair and watched. After a while she noticed me and smiled. Over the next few hours she must have got ten guys off and all the while, she kept glancing at me and smiling. It's probably hard to understand, but toward the end, even though she was with another guy, it was almost as if we were the only two people there. After some time the party ended and one of the regular prostitutes named Lynn came looking for her. While your Mom was finishing up with one of the guys, I had a chance to talk to Lynn. Lynn told me your Mom's name and that she was a prostitute and not a sorority girl. Your Mom finished up with the guy she was with and then walked over to us. She gave me a dazzling smile and asked if she could spend the night. I agreed of course so your Mom told Lynn that she was staying with me, then we went up to my room. She showered and we went to bed. I really wanted to fuck her, but I also wanted our first time to be special, so I held her next to me and we slept together through the night. In the morning we woke up we had sex. Later she told me that at the frat house she had been fucked a lot, but only I had made love to her. The next morning, we got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. One of the frat guys saw her and made a rude comment. I walked over and broke the bastards nose. Your Mom told me that was the instant she fell in love with me." "Dad," I said, "I had no idea." "We were married three months later, Dad continued. "Your Mom kept working and I finished school. We used to have some wild parties. We were especially close to Lynn and when she moved to LA to do porn we were just starting to consider following her when your Mom got pregnant with you. I got a job back in Indiana and we moved there and became a typical middle class family. We kind of shut off that part of our lives when you were born. Two years later your brother came and we never looked back." "That's kind of sad," I said. "Do you think so?" Dad responded. "I don't know. You kids turned out great and your Mom and I were happy. I have no regrets other than we lost touch with Lynn." "That's not what I meant, Dad. I had a great childhood. You and Mom were the best. I just hate thinking about the life you sacrificed for us." "We both loved the wild life, but the time we had as a family was the most precious time of my life." "Thanks Dad, God I miss Mom," I said. "Me too dear," he said. I noticed his eyes tearing up. He looked a little embarrassed. My Dad has never been one to cry openly. Except for the time my Mom died, I don't remember ever seeing him cry. I stood up and took our glasses into the kitchen for another refill. He was composed when I returned and I handed the glass of wine to him. "So I have a question for you about your friend Torrence." "Here it comes," I thought. I had told Dad that I had worked with Torrence. Surely he was about to ask me if I was bi, but instead he asked, "What was she talking about when she mentioned a Halloween party tomorrow night?" I told Dad about the party that was held last year, leaving out the part about my costume or all the action I got that night. I did tell him about my idea for Holiday Angel magazine. I also told him about Steve and how I had been looking forward to seeing him. "Sunny, you have to go. You'll regret it if you don't," Dad said. "Are you sure, Dad?" I replied. "I don't want to leave you alone when you have come all this way to visit." "Well, your friend, Torrence told me I could come. I suppose I could tag along." "Dad," I said, "This isn't an ordinary party. This is an orgy. Anyone there might be photographed. You could end up in the magazine. Besides I couldn't wear my costume in front of you." "Why?" Dad asked. He picked up the magazine and opened it. He leafed through a few pages and opened it. On one side was a picture of Paul lying on his back and me, completely naked, lowering myself on Paul's cock. On the other side was an extreme close-up of his cock entering my pussy. "Honey, I've seen about every inch of you already," Dad said smiling. I looked at him and at the pic and at him again and burst out laughing. This whole situation was so crazy, but he was right. There was no reason to be modest around him anymore. "I guess you're right Dad." "What kind of costume will you be wearing?" "A dance hall girl." "Wooooo, sounds sexy. I'd love to see it." "OK," I said and got up. I went to my bedroom, opened the closet, and pulled out the costume. I tossed it on the bed and pulled my nightshirt up and over my head. I put on the garter and mesh stockings, skirt and corset top - no panties or bra with this costume. I put on a pair of four-inch heels and looked in the mirror. I needed makeup so I put on some crimson lipstick and rouge. I looked in the mirror again. One last touch was needed, a red ribbon around my neck. Now I looked like a dance hall girl. The way the corset pushed my tits up and together made them look very big. If I pulled up on the corset hard enough the nipples were covered and the short skirt barely covered my ass. I looked great. "Hey Cowboy!" I said as I walked back in the living room. Dad saw me and was speechless. I sat next to him. "Wow that is some costume," he finally said. I just was thinking you would show it to me on the hanger, but modeling it is much nicer." Realizing my mistake, I blushed from head to toe. "God Dad I'm sorry." "Why? Don't be. Sunny, you look great." He smiled and then said with a cowboy drawl, "Hey barmaid, how about a refill?" I smiled "Hey cowboy, call me Sunny and I'm a dance hall girl not a barmaid, but you're so cute, I suppose I could get you one." "Pleased ta meetcha. I'm Dan. Dance hall girl, huh? Isn't that what they called the whores in the west?" "Yep," I smiled and took his glass. "Please don't tell my Daddy." Dad laughed as I left for more wine. He called into the kitchen, "I gotta pee, Sunny. I'll be right back," and I heard him walk to the bathroom and shut the door. I went into the living room and set his wineglass down. He had left the magazine open. He had turned the page again and now the magazine was open to a picture of me on my hands and knees being fucked from behind. Actually I was on my hand, one knee, and one foot. In keeping with one of the cardinal rules of porn - Always give the camera a clear view - I had one leg up. The magazine reader, in this case my Dad had a very clear view of my pussy being fucked. The funny thing was, I didn't care. The toilet flushed, but Dad didn't come out right away. Finally I heard the door open and he walked back into the living room. He looked a little embarrassed, and when I saw why I gasped a little. His cock was hard and it was tenting his boxers. It was also very plain to see that my Dad was really hung! It looked as though he had pulled his boxers down as far as he could, trying to cover the tip of his cock. He hadn't completely succeeded and in doing his boxers were so low, a tuft of dark pubic hair was sticking out of the top waistband. The tip of his cock extended past the boxer leg and was exposed. When he sat back on the couch and put the magazine back on his lap I realized he probably had been hard like that for a while, I just hadn't noticed because the magazine had been in his lap. "Hey Cowboy," I said, "was that a gun in your pants, or are you just glad to see me." Dad roared with laughter and I began laughing with him. When I sat down next to him on the couch again, I knew my nipples had worked their way out of my corset and were exposed. I didn't care. "Let's see how this ends," I said and reached over and picked up the magazine. I took hold of the top of the magazine by putting my hand between his legs. My fingers brushed the tip of his cock as I grabbed the mag and in doing so I got a drop of pre-cum on one finger. I rubbed it onto the top on my right breast as I smiled at him. I turned the page in the magazine. Paul was done fucking me on the next page and I was sucking his cock. On one side of the page I had the tip in my mouth, on the other I had swallowed the whole thing. I had become pretty good at deep throating during my time at Angels. Paul's cock was a pretty easy one to swallow. It was long, but not too thick and it curved downward. I've found that deep throating isn't really harder as the cock gets longer, but is harder to do on thicker cocks. It's also a lot easier if the cock has a bend and you can work the bend so the cock slides right down your throat. While both of these things make it easier, I've come to believe I could swallow down just about any cock if I was turned on enough and I really wanted to. "Holy shit, Sunny," Dad said, "you swallowed that whole thing?" "Dance hall girls get paid to do things like that, Mister," I said in my western drawl. "Now you need to stand up." "Why," he asked as he stood in front of me. I reached over and in one quick motion, pulled his boxers off. Once out of his boxers, his freed cock sprang to full erection. Dad is 9" long and very thick. He is about the size of the to the bigger guys acting at Angels. I patted the tip, which made it bob up and down in front of me. "There you go, isn't that more comfortable, Mister?" I asked. "Thank ya kindly ma'am," Dad replied and sat down. He was still playing along, but I could tell he was embarrassed. Smiling, I snuggled against him and turned the page on the magazine. This was the last pic of the series and I had remembered how it was going to end. Steve had been directing the action and had told Paul to pull out and give me a facial. After a while you kind of get to know what to expect from the guys when you work with them. This day, however Paul surprised me. He must have been inspired or something on that day because he came quite a lot. The picture Dad was looking at had me looking straight at the camera smiling with my face covered with cum. Dad was staring at the picture and his breathing was getting heavier. Getting down off the couch, I knelt in front of him. I took the magazine from him, closed it and set it on the floor. "Hey cowboy, I think it's about time I helped you with this problem you have," I said I pushed him sideways so he was lying on his back. His big hard cock was sticking straight up. A clear drop of pre-cum had run down the length of it. I reached for it and wrapped my hand around it. I smiled at him, bend forward and ran my tongue up the length of the shaft. "Hey little lady," he said now in a wavering western twang, "You don't have to do that if you don't want to." Instead of answering, I got up, put my knee between his legs and lowered my mouth onto his cock. Looking down he would have a good view of my tits as I bobbed up and down on his hard cock. The tip was bumping the back of my throat. Dad was very thick, but I was so turned on, it was easy to relax my throat muscles and start to swallow down the entire shaft. Soon my nose was buried in his pubic hair and most of his cock was down my throat. I pulled out and pushed back in a few times, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. Next I pulled off, cupped his balls, and ran my tongue over his sack. I popped a ball gently in my mouth and hummed. He groaned loudly. When I looked up at him our eyes met. From his view he would be seeing his little girl, licking his balls, looking from behind his big erect cock. Smiling up at him, I moved back to his cock and started sucking him again. After I had swallowed him all the way down again, I heard the groan that told me he was ready to blast. One of the cardinal rules of porn is - Always show the cum. Tonight I was glad I wasn't doing porn. I raised up, feeling his cock slide out of my throat and stopped with the tip in my mouth. He groaned again and suddenly shot a full load of hot sticky cum into my mouth. I frantically swallowed, not wanting to miss a drop. Maybe it was because he was turned on, maybe it was because he hadn't cum in a long time, but whatever the reason, he really gave me a big load. Finally he stopped and I finished licking him clean. I sat back on the couch. "Thanks for dinner, Cowboy. Are you hungry?" I said, spreading my legs. Dad smiled and got up. I noticed his cock was still hard, even though he had just shot a rather large amount of cum into my mouth. He knelt down in between my legs. Working in the porn business has given me the opportunity to have my pussy eaten quite often. Some say girls are the best because having pussies themselves; they know what feels best. The way I see it is this: Girls are always somewhere between average to good. I've never had a girl eat me who was bad. The different techniques used by guys can make them anywhere from very good to very bad. You never know how they will be. Both the best and worst head I've ever received has been from guys. My Dad put a hand on my lips and spread them open a bit. His face was inches from my wet pussy, close enough so I could feel his breath. I felt a finger run up and down its length and then a single digit enter me. Next came another finger and he started spreading me wider. I felt his finger start to gently go in and out of me and I arched my head as a shudder raked my entire body. His tongue began to run up the length of my pussy lips and I felt my juices begin to flow. Dad then placed his mouth over my cunt and began to draw my juices out of me. The sensation was electric and I grabbed my Dad's head and pulled him harder into me. Dad was good and knew just how much attention to give my clit with his tongue. He started fucking me with his tongue. In and out, in and out. Another wave of electric sensations ran over my body as I came again. After licking me clean, Dad smiled and leaned back. I sat up, expecting a wet mess around my ass on the sofa, but Dad had caught all the juice. He was really good. The Visit Ch. 03 When he finally moved his face, it was shiny with her. He slid up to kiss her, bringing her back to the moment and him. She smiled weakly, still in that other realm of pleasure found. She tried to avoid his mouth, his wet face, sure that the taste of herself was something she would want to avoid. But Gene persevered and touched his damp lips to hers, bringing with him the scent of her, the taste of her. To her amazement, Andy found the taste pleasant, the scent nearly intoxicating. She began to kiss him with more passion, more enthusiasm, licking his lips and his wet cheeks, cleaning him as a mother cat would her kitten. His body was pressed against hers, length to length, flesh to flesh. She was aware of his hard cock, his desire. She momentarily felt selfish that she had come so deliciously while he was still in need. As if reading her mind, Gene leaned closer, his mouth near her ear, and whispered, "Don't even consider it, Andrea. It fills me with pleasure just to give you happiness. We have days to enjoy each other, this isn't a game of keeping score. You just gave me more joy than you can imagine. Relax, let me pleasure you, let me share my desires with you." Andy was too sated, too content to put up a struggle. She surrendered herself to him, allowing Gene all the touches and kisses he desired. He moved over her body, lingering at sweet spots she didn't even know existed, making her moan with delight, wriggle with anticipation. His lips were so soft on her flesh, sliding lightly over her, bringing goose bumps to her, making her ache with longing. When his lips finally found hers again, she slid her hands into his hair, holding his face to hers, moving her mouth against him, her tongue slipping into him, teasing and inviting him to play. With a groan, he gave himself to her, allowing her to take the lead now, to have her way with him. Andy rolled him onto his back, following, maintaining the warm contact of body pressed to body. Her mouth seduced him, covering his, inhaling his tongue, mimicking the actual love act. Then she shyly licked his lips, tracing them, painting them. She slipped the tiny tip of her tongue into one corner, then the other, sending electric jolts through his body. She slowly sucked his lower lip between hers, pulling it gently but rhythmically into her slippery warmth. Her lips lingered in that curve under his lower lip, fitting perfectly for a warm kiss. She gave him butterfly kisses along his jaw, his cheeks, his trembling eyelids. Gene remained as still as possible, enjoying the innocence and eroticism of her. Her vanilla scent filled his nostrils, his head, his heart. Her body was hot on his, feeling lush and full and he allowed himself the barest of touches down her naked spine. When Andy had completely feasted on his face, she moved languorously down his body. Angel kisses rained down on his neck, throat, shoulders. He had never had a woman love him so completely, make so much of him throb to life. Everywhere she lingered, he burned. The trail of her lips glowed on his flesh, and he reveled in the feeling. When her lips engulfed his tiny niplet, pulling it into her mouth, nursing on it, Gene was afraid he would lose control. He had never had his nubbin sucked and was unprepared for the absolute carnality it evoked. He cradled her head to his chest, hoping she would stay there forever, would make sucking him there her life's work. Her mouth was so perfect, moving along his chest, causing waves of desire to course through him. Then she began licking. Long, slow strokes with her entire tongue flat against him. If these sensations weren't enough, he could hear her tiny moans and that incited him even more. He looked down and watched as she happily made love to him, her eyes closed and her face flushed. His fingers toyed with her hair, loving the satiny feel of it against his palms and chest. She moved back and forth, giving each nipple ample attention, making him wish he had several more to offer to her. All too soon, her mouth grew restless again, and began traveling down slowly, to his chest, his abs, his legs. God, she was kissing his thighs, her breath hot, her tongue questing. She moved down his thigh, kissing and licking, her face pushing between his legs, opening them. He felt her soft cheeks against the tender flesh of his inner thighs, caressing them and warming them. Her mouth moved constantly, seeking, teasing. He felt her breath on his pubic hair, then heard her inhaling his scent. He remembered well her curlies, soft, full, springy. His own hair was thick and silky, but long and kinky. She seemed to enjoy it, plunging her nose deeply into his bushiness. His cock throbbed, cried, but she carefully avoided it, making him ache even more. She kissed along his groin, licking up the fold, and across his lower abdomen. Deftly, she ignored his engorgement, concentrating on all the delicious flesh surrounding it. She was lying full length between his legs, happily learning his variety of tastes. His hips were thrusting, and she giggled as she happily mouthed his full balls. She probed them softly, tracing the wrinkled flesh with her tongue, sucking one, then the other between her lips. Even with her mouth full, she continued to toy with him, humming and sending a shiver through his entire body. He didn't want to be a brute, to force her mouth onto him, but he needed her, knew he couldn't make it one more minute without her talented lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. Just as he thought he would die if she didn't touch him, he finally felt the tip of her tongue. She was delicately licking the velvety head, licking the copious precome, filling her tongue with the sticky liquid and slowly savoring the taste. Lying back, his head on the pillow, with her face between his legs, Gene watched. It was the most seductive sight he had ever seen. The way her eyes closed with pleasure, the way her tongue returned over and over to lap up his dripping precome, the way she just seemed so happy to be right there, right then. Her fingers encircled his engorged cock, holding him, as her tongue began to trace the distended veins, the entire length of him aching for her. Gene watched her with amazement. His experience with women was that they might lick or suck for a moment, but just to get it done and move on to their own pleasure. But watching Andrea, he had the very real impression that she could feast on his cock and balls forever, with no thought of any reciprocal activity. She had snuggled there, against his groin, her eyes closed, tiny mewling sounds emitting from her busy, full mouth. Her fingers massaged his aching balls, her lips slid along the length of him, making him wet and shiny and so incredibly hard. She seemed delighted to find more precome dripping from him when she reached the engorged head and licked it off with enthusiasm. Occasionally, she would open her eyes and just look at his erection, licking her lips in anticipation. He watched her open her mouth, stretching to be able to take all of his velvety head. Oh, she enjoyed what she was doing! She slid her mouth up and down, her head moving slowly, then speeding up, bobbing happily as she made love to his throbbing dick. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she would stop the suction, move her mouth, change pressure and technique. She kept him on the edge of orgasm, making him nearly howl with frustration, then moan with pleasure. Finally, as if unable to stand it any longer herself, Andy looked up at Gene and smiled mischievously. She began kissing up his groin, as if retracing her steps from earlier. She straddled his leg with hers, until her very wet curlies rubbed against his knee. Moving slightly, she opened her inner lips to him, bringing her pinkness in contact with the flesh of his leg. She slowly moved against him as she kissed his chest and neck. When her mouth began softly sucking on his neck, his control was nearly gone. His hands moved along her spine, frantically wanting to touch all of her, feel everything. He felt her dance on his leg, felt the incredible silkiness of her against him. Her hips moved, faster and faster, as she continued to suckle his flesh, moaning against him, whispering his name and her need. He loved that she became so excited by him. Her breathing was becoming ragged and she moved faster on him, drenching his knee with her moisture. Andy lifted her head, looking into Gene's eyes. She looked unfocused, lost, out of control. He felt her thighs tighten around him, felt her stop all movement, all breathing. Then a guttural sound emitted from her throat, filling the room and his head. His cock reacted strongly, throbbing all the more, aching unbelievably. He felt her pinkness begin to spasm, felt even more fluids covering his leg, watch her totally lose all touch with reality. Her lips were drawn back, the cries continued from deep within, her hands grew hot on his flesh. Seconds later, she pulled herself up his body, poised over his dripping cock for just the tiniest moment before impaling herself on his entire engorged dick. Her eyes widened as she felt him plunge into her still throbbing pussy, and she stopped all movement to acclimate to him. Then, she began stroking his cock, moving her heat along his length, riding his hardness with all her strength. Gene was too close to hold out for long. Before her pretty pussy had stopped quivering, he felt his balls tighten and his cock expand. Then he exploded inside of her, filling her. He came forever, pouring liquid heat into her, amazed at the power of his orgasm. She continued to ride him, moving slower now, but still milking him, squeezing him softly with her muscles. She lowered her body, until her mouth met his, barely moving against him, just breathing into him. They were so close, her heart pounded against his chest, feeling as if they were one. Slowly, she brought her legs up along his, wanting to keep him inside her for as long as possible. She lay full length upon him, his hands moving languidly along her spine, cupping her bottom, playing in her hair. This was how they slept. To Be Continued... The Visit Ch. 03 His mind was a wreck. As he drove he began to feel his body's reaction to the milking. He couldn't describe it. The pressure, the aching, the tingling. If anything he wanted to cum worse than ever. Over six months. This was the first time in six months he had even seen his cum. It was utterly disheartening to see his own cum, taken. Not released in an act of ecstasy, but simply removed from him. He wanted an orgasm. He wanted to be touched. He wanted anything. Everything and nothing. He didn't know anymore. He was consumed by his lust. Before he knew it he found himself getting undressed for her. The cup on the table next to the bowl, sponge and towel. The usual table was gone. Replaced by another piece of furniture. There was a post sticking straight up from the floor with a flat pieces along each side at about knee height. He'd seen it before in videos and he knew what was going to happen. He put on the blindfold. Yet he waited. And waited. And waited. His knees began to ache as the hard floor took its toll. After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and the clicking of her heels was the only sound. She pulled him up by the arm and backed him up to the post. She put each one of his legs on the flat pieces. He was now kneeling on it with his back against the post. She then secured his calves with plastic wrap. Then she wrapped his arms and torso, securing him to the post. He wanted to cry when he felt her fumbling with the cage. As the weeks before she removed it, put it in the bowl and began to clean him. He responded immediately. His cock straining in its skin. He moaned softly as she took her time cleaning him. When she was done she blew on it to dry it off. He tensed as her breath coursed across his skin like a ghostly hand. Then nothing. "Did you like that?" she whispered in his ear. He nodded. "Yes!" "Should I continue?" He nodded again. "Please!" "Or would you rather see me?" she whispered in his other ear. "How about I show you my breasts? I know you could never take your eyes off them." He knew he needed to answer. Of course there was only one right answer. "I would rather see you Mistress." She ran her fingers through his hair. "I tell you what. I'll give you both, but you have to give me something first." "Yes, Mistress. Of course." "Yes, Mistress. Of course Mistress. Anything for you Mistress." she repeated, cynically and mockingly. "You brought me a gift." He listened as she walked across the room. "I would like it if you wanted to drink it." He swallowed hard. He knew there was no time to think it over. "Mistress, may I drink my gift to you?" She walked back behind him and took off the blindfold. The cup came around him into view. His mind raced. He'd never tasted his own cum before. He wanted this to end, but she seemed determined to drag him down this dark road. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, dipping it in the milky liquid. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. More psychological than anything, at least it was his own. She gripped his hair with her free hand, pulling his head back. "Don't swallow it." she said as she tipped the cup over into his mouth. She drizzled it in over his tongue and teeth, finally letting the last drops fall on his upper lip. He closed his mouth as she let go of his head. She walked around him and giggled. "Got milk." She put the cup on the table. "Swish it around." He didn't think about what was in his mouth, nor the cum that was on his lip. He was struck by the sight of her as he coated his mouth with his own seed. Finally, once again able to see her, that's all that mattered right now. "Swallow." she waited. "Well?" He licked his lip. "May I have more, Mistress?" He really didn't want to, but he was hoping to please her. "Oh, yes. Absolutely!" She reached out and ran her nails across his shaft. "Now that you've completed phase one, we can move on to phase two, where you can have all the cum you can handle." She laughed. "Phase two?" "Well, we can't just jump right into phase four can we? I don't think you're ready." "Phase four?" "Yes, phase four." She poured lube onto his aching dick and unbuttoned her blouse. It opened just enough to show that she was not wearing a bra. "Phase four is where I start off by rubbing my tits across your cock." She rubbed the lube into his shaft and her hands. "Would you like that? Mm? Would you like to titty fuck your Mistress?" He nodded yes. "Of course you would. You've been waiting for this, right?" She placed her hands together, as if praying, and pointed her fingers at his cock. She parted her hands slightly to allow his cock to slide between them. "Then, how about a nice, wet mouth on your desperate and frustrated cock." She kept her hands together as she slowly let them caress his member. "Oh yes." he hissed. She rotated her hands from up and down to sideways as she stroked him. In and out, from her fingers to her palms and back again. "I bet you'd like that. I bet that's all you can think about. Soft lips, parted just for you. A tongue, hot and wet, sloshing over and under your poor, aching tool." She slowed to where she was barley moving. He moaned and quivered at her touch. "I bet you wouldn't even mind if it was another one of my loyal pets." He let out a guttural sound. "What?" Her words sank in. The image in his mind of his mistress sucking him off changed dramatically. 'Oh no! She didn't mean?!' "Well, you wouldn't want another pet to lose out on his chance on getting to phase four now would you?" She sped up a bit. "Imagine how good it's going to feel, shooting your load. Finally being free. After how long?" "But...but, I'm not gay!" He tried to think straight. His mind competing with his cock for control of his thoughts. She laughed as she went faster still. "Well, neither is he. I prefer the term devoted." He bucked and groaned, quickly approaching the edge. She stopped moving, but still held him in her hands. "I mean really; if you guys were gay it wouldn't be a test of your commitment to me now would it." He tried to catch his breath. 'Wait, getting to phase four?' He tried to regain rational control of his head. "Please Mistress. Wait." But she didn't. She started up again slowly. "That's right my dear." She worked short strokes, concentrating at the head. "Phase four is where you get to cum, your reward. Phase three is where you prove your devotion to me. The ultimate test of loyalty. Where you earn the right to move on to phase four. Phase two is getting all the cups of cum you can swallow." She changed to long slow strokes. Reinforcing the next sentence with pleasure. "It just that none of it will be yours." He cringed at the thought of drinking a cup of someone else's cum. "Trust me. By the time I get through with you in phase two, you'll be eager to drink it right from the tap." she said laughing. His lips quivered. Partly at the thought of sucking of someone else, but more because he was getting to the edge again. "Isn't that what this is all about? Phase four. Gaining release." She stopped and waited for him to relax. "The climax, so to speak." She pushed her hands over him again and paused. "After a year of denial don't you think you should allow yourself release?" She then, keeping her fingers still, began rubbing her palms back and forth across his head. "Would it matter whose mouth is on you?" She worked him in and out again. "Can you even remember what it was like? Don't you want that again?" 'A year!' That was still six months off he thought. He once again began shaking and bucking. His edges were coming quicker and quicker each time. She paused. "Look at me." He looked down at her. She was on a small stool in front of him. She pulled open her blouse, exposing her breasts. Large and firm, her nipples dark and hard. "Am I not worth it?" She ran her slick hands over them. Pushing them together. She leaned in, almost touching his dripping rod with them. Her finger scooped up some of his pre-cum and she rubbed it on her nipples. "Wouldn't you want to clean it off?" He was nearly in tears. His eyes watering up. "Yes. Please. Yes." She reached out and grabbed his cock and started to squeeze and release it at the base. Then, using her other hand she palmed the head. The reaction was instant. He thrashed about on the device. He took as much as he could. "Stop. Please stop this!" She stopped. Not because he wanted to, but because of his outburst. "You don't tell me what to do!" she sneered. He had never heard that tone from her before. She got up, wiped off her hands and picked up her phone. After some nimble typing on her part she put it back down. She then left the room and came back with a video recorder on a tripod. "There! I just cleared out my schedule for the remainder of the day. It's just me and you. Trust me when I say that you're going to regret that outburst. Secondly, by the time I get through with you, the only thing you'll open that mouth of yours for is a big fat dick!" She sat back down in front of him and slowly stroked him to another edge. This was going to be a night he would never forget, she would see to it. The Visit Ch. 03 I looked at the clock and saw that it was 4:00 am. "You ready for bed, Dad?" I asked. If you're coming to the Halloween party tomorrow, we have some things to do in the morning. "Sure Sunny," he said as he stood up, "but I may not get much sleep with this thing." His cock was rock hard again. "Come on," I said taking his hand and leading him past his room and into my bedroom. "I'll take care of you." He got into my bed as I slipped out of the rest on my dance hall girl costume, then I climbed into the bed next to him. "Hi," I said as I rubbed my body against his hard cock. "Hi yourself," he replied. I reached down and grabbed his cock, pumping it. "I really need a good fucking, Daddy," I said. He smiled and turned over on his back. His cock was standing straight up and I needed no further invitation. I positioned myself over it and slowly lowered myself until it was completely inside of me. It felt wonderful. I raised myself until only the tip was still buried in my cunt, the lowered myself back down. I continued fucking myself with Daddy's cock. He reached up and with one hand pulled me forward, with the other he guided a nipple into his mouth. He sucked my nipple as his cock continued pounding my pussy. He let go of me and I could see by the expression on his face that he was getting ready to cum. I ground my cunt down onto him so I was being penetrated by every available inch of hardness. He moaned and I felt a blast of hot cum being shot deep inside of me. As I felt his hot cum and as I came, it was like a blanket of warmth covered my body. I slowly started to fuck myself with him again, but he was finally loosing his hardness and soon his cock slipped out of my pussy. I looked down and realized he was asleep. I laid my body next to him, pulled the covers up over us, and soon fell asleep too. At 9:00 the next morning, the sounds of the shower running woke me. In a rush I remembered all that had happened the night before and I felt a terrible feeling of deja-vu. I've been careful about dating since I started working at Tricks and Angels. I've had a few bad experiences with guys who were all gung -ho about dating me, only to dump me after they've fucked me. One guy I was really starting to fall for. I was beginning to think he was THE guy, then we fucked and he never called back. I made the mistake of calling him and found that "he just wanted to be able to tell his buddies that he had fucked an Angel." I don't think it's uncommon for this kind of thing to happen to any girl, but I believe when you are a porn star, it's worse. Now my Dad was in the shower suddenly I realized that he wasn't singing. Dad has always been a loud shower singer. Not hearing him had me worried that the morning after had brought shame. The shower turned off and I heard Dad getting out. The door opened and he walked out into the bedroom, toweling himself off. "Hi sleepyhead," he said smiling. "Hi Daddy," I replied. He sat beside me on the bed. "Sunny, about last night…," his voice trailed off as he searched for words. "Dad," I interrupted, "last night was fabulous. I had a great time. Last night you said you were proud of me. I hope you still are." "I am Sunny, God what a relief," Dad said smiling. "I was so afraid you would hate me or something." "Hate you?" I asked, "why?" "Well, you know, incest and all, hell I don't know." "Dad, two things would make incest wrong, a pregnancy or an underage thing. I'm not going to get pregnant until I want to. I know what I'm doing there, and I'm an adult, just like you. If we decide we want to fuck each other, that's cool." "You're right Sunny," Dad said smiling. I jumped out of bed, still naked, still unashamed. "Let me jump in the shower. If you're coming to the Halloween party tonight, we have a lot of stuff to do." (to be continued) The Visit Ch. 04 An hour later we were driving towards the doctor's. Dad needed a complete physical if he was going to be allowed into the party. Technically I should have had one too since I had been fucked by an unchecked guy who didn't use a condom, but after explaining the situation to Jackie, she said that as long as Dad passed, I would be OK. I had told Jackie everything about the night before and didn't detect any judgment in her voice about the incest. Before last night, Dad hadn't had sex since before my Mom had died, so we knew he would pass, but rules were rules and Jackie wanted him tested. We were to go to the doctor's office, then bring the results to Jackie in the office. As expected, my Dad passed with flying colors and soon we were off to the studio. We pulled into the lot. There were no shoots scheduled for that day because of that night's Halloween party so Jackie's car was the only one in the lot. We were to drop off the doctor's results and grab a cowboy costume from the wardrobe area for Dad to wear to the party. I unlocked the door and we walked in. I heard Jackie on the phone so we went over to wardrobe. We picked out a black cowboy outfit for Dad to wear. It had black leather pants, black boots, a black silk shirt, black leather vest and a black hat. I dug through some props and found a six-shooter and belt. After we had finished pulling the costume together we headed towards Jackie's office. It was quiet in Jackie's office so I assumed she was off the phone. I knocked at the doorframe as we entered. Jackie was sitting behind her desk looking over some papers and holding a cup of coffee. She looked up at us as we entered. When she saw Dad, she uttered a surprised gasp and dropped her coffee. "Oh my God! Dan? Is that you?" she stammered. "Lynn? I can't believe it!" Dad said walking to her. Jackie stood and walked to him. They met with a big hug. Dad turned to me. "My God Sunny, this is Lynn. She's the girl I told you about. The one your mom and I were going to follow out here." "You're Sunny's father?" Jackie asked. Jackie looked at me. "I never could quite put my finger on it before. I knew you had a certain quality. Now I see it so clearly. You remind me of your mother." With that, Jackie hugged my Dad again. "Sunny told me she lost her mom a while back. I'm so sorry she's gone. You know I always loved her." "Thank you, Lynn," Dad said. "We were both so sorry we lost touch." After the pieces were all put together we were able to solve the name puzzle. Jackie's name was Jacqueline and when she knew my parents she went by the name Lynn. When she moved to LA to get started in porn, her first producer had her use her full name – Jacqueline. When she got pregnant with Steve she stopped acting and started going by the name Jackie. When her husband died and she started the business she stayed with Jackie. It was already 4:00 and we still had to get ready for the party. I knew Jackie probably had a ton of things to do too, since the party was being held at her house. I mentioned to Dad that we probably should be going. "So you are coming to the party tonight?" Jackie asked my Dad. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away," Dad replied. "I can't wait for you to meet Steve and Terri. By the way, what costumes are you wearing?" "Sunny is going as a dance hall girl and I'm going to be a cowboy." "Great," Jackie said, until tonight then," Dad kissed Jackie on the cheek, but she held on and kissed his lips. It was very romantic. Six hours later we were parking at Jackie's house. I was wearing the dance hall girl costume I had modeled for Dad the night before. My pussy was exposed and at this point I didn't even try to keep my nipples covered so the corset really only served as a holder for my breasts. Dad seemed preoccupied and except for a few glances didn't seem to even notice. Dad's leather pants were tight enough to show the outline of his cock hanging down one pant leg, even though he wasn't hard. He knew that when we got to the party when he started hardening up, he would be able to unbutton his fly and just let his cock hang out the front. No one would mind. We got out of the car and walked up to the door. Joe the security guard was there and he checked our names off his list and opened the door for us. The decorations around the house were amazing. Dozens of pumpkins had been carved and lit, bats and ghosts hung from the ceiling, and bubbling cauldrons smoked at all of the refreshment tables. Although the party was just getting started, there was already plenty to see. It looked like there were two photographers snapping pictures of some of the guests. On one couch, Stacey was having her picture taken with Bob. Stacey had dressed as bride and it looked like a very wild wedding night indeed. Bob was dressed as the groom and he had his cock buried deep into her asshole. People were standing around them watching; just far enough back to let the photographer get his shots. Across the room was Gina. Gina was dressed up like snow white and she had three guys in dwarf costumes around her. One guy was fucking her asshole, another was in her pussy and the third was getting a blowjob. Again, the photographer was capturing all of the action. I scanned the room but saw no sign of Steve, Terri or Jackie. I knew Steve wasn't going to be taking pictures during the party, but I expected him to be there. Dad saw Torrence across the room at the buffet table and we walked over to her. She was dressed as a harem girl. Her pink outfit was so gauzy she might at well have been naked. She smiled when she saw us coming up to her. She was holding a plate of food big enough for three people. While some of the girls practically starved themselves to maintain their figures, Torrence was always a big eater. Everyone would kid her and say that all of the calories somehow ended up in her tits. "SUNNY! MR. CLARK!" she exclaimed. She turned to Dad. "Did you find the magazine I slipped under Sunny's door? Wasn't it hot?" "Yes it was," Dad answered. "My little girl is quite a little Angel." Torrence gave my Dad a big smile and turned to me. "Would you mind if I fucked your Dad, Sunny? I haven't fucked a friend's Dad since High School." "It's up to him Torrence, he's a big boy. Very big actually," I said. Torrence looked at me and smiled. "You fucked him didn't you. You are such a slut," she said and kissed me. "You're my hero." She turned to my Dad, "Would you please fuck me Mr. Clark?" "Tell you what dear," Dad said, "First call me Dan. Second, of course I'll fuck you, but before I do I want to look around a bit. We just got here. You go enjoy yourself and I'm sure we'll be able to get together." A guy in a sultan's outfit called Torrence from across the room. It looked like the bride and groom had finished and now it was going to be her turn. She squealed with delight, handed her plate to Dad and ran over to the Sultan. Within half a minute she was on her knees in front of him sucking his cock. Dad laughed and set down the plate of food. "She's a riot." As I agreed I saw Terri across the room standing next to a guy named Tom. "Dad, there's Terri," I said and grabbed his hand. We walked across the room to where she was standing. "Terri," I said, "I want you to meet my Dad." Terri smiled "Hi, Mr. Clark," she said, "This is Tom." "Hi," Dad said and shook hands with Tom. Terri was dressed as a sexy witch. Her outfit was tight and black. Her cleavage extended to her navel and her dress was cut up to above her hips. Tom was dressed up as a wizard. He wore a flowing black robe and a pointed wizard's hat and nothing else. "You guys chat," I said taking Terri's hand and pulling her aside. "Did you hear?" I asked Terri, "your Mom and my Dad knew each other from years ago." "Are you kidding? It's all she's been talking about. I think she's even dressing up for the party tonight. This is wonderful. Wouldn't it be great if they," Terri had suddenly stopped talking and was staring over my shoulder. I noticed that the room had gotten quiet and turned around. Jackie was walking down the stairs dressed as an Indian woman. She wore a buckskin halter and skirt. Both the halter and skirt were very small. She wore a single feather in her headband. In all the time I had known Jackie I had never seen her dress in anything sexier than you might see walking around in the mall on Saturday afternoon. Here though was something new. She was showing cleavage and legs. She smiled when she saw my Dad and walked up to him. Terri and I were still close enough to hear them. "HOW!" Jackie said raising one hand and smiling. "How? Like this, dear," Dad said and kissed her. A few people started clapping. It was easy to see Jackie's happiness and all of us there who knew and loved her were very happy for her. Of course I had two reasons to be happy. Terri and I walked up to them. Jackie smiled at us. "Dan," she said, "I want you to meet my daughter, Terri" "We just met, she is lovely," Dad said not taking his off Jackie. Terri giggled. "Mom, give him a tour of the house," she said. "Would you like a tour?" Jackie asked. "Sure," Dad answered. They walked away holding hands. Terri laughed. "Wow it's like puppy love run amuck," she said. "I think it's cute," I said, "by the way, have you seen Steve?" "He's still upstairs," Terri said, "Go on up there if you want." Dad and Jackie had gone through the kitchen and as I started up the stairs I saw them heading outside. I went up the stairs and to Steve's door. Without thinking I turned the doorknob and walked in. I should have knocked. Steve was dressed in his cowboy suit. Where Dad's was all in black, Steve's was all white. He was sitting on his bed looking at the same magazine Dad and I looked at last night. I had caught him by surprise and could tell he was embarrassed. I thought this was odd, since he was the one who shot the pictures. "You coming down to the party, cowboy?" I asked. "Yes," He answered, but didn't get up. I could tell something was on his mind. I sat on his bed. "Steve, what's going on?" "What do you mean?" he asked avoiding my eyes. "You take me out on the sweetest date, but won't come into my place. You photograph me having sex, but won't touch me yourself. I catch you looking at these pictures and you are obviously embarrassed, but Jesus, you're the one who took them. I know you aren't gay. I know you've done some of the other girls. Don't you like me?" "That's just it Sunny, I don't like you," he said, "I love you." "Really?" "Yes. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I was shooting a layout with Gina and you walked in with Mom. I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen then and I think you still are. Yes I've done some of the other girls, but you aren't like the other girls." Listening to Steve, my heart melted. I was touched that he remembered the day we met. "I love you too, Steve," I said. "I've loved you since you rescued me from that asshole, John. The date you took me on was the sweetest date I've ever been on in my life. I love you, but you need to know, I'm a slut. I love sex." I used the same words my Mom had told my Dad. "If we are going to work as a couple, you need to know that I'll be fucking a lot, but only you will be making love to me." We sat on the bed and talked for the next hour. I told him about my Mom and Dad and how they knew Jackie. I told him everything about what happened the night before and he didn't judge me. His room had a doorway leading out to a balcony that overlooked the back yard. I heard my Dad's voice from down below. I took Steve's hand and we walked out on the balcony and looked down. Jackie and Dad were in the hot tub and they were naked. Jackie was sitting on the edge of the hot tub with her legs spread and Dad was busy eating her. She was moaning at his expert tongue and squeezing her breasts. I heard Steve gasp. I took his hand. "Don't they look happy?" I asked. "Yes" Jackie's moans were getting loader as Dad continued. "He's really good," I told Steve. Jackie bend her head back in ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through her body. Dad stopped eating her and began to tap rub her tummy. Jackie's body would have been great on a 20-year-old, but for a 40-year-old woman she was spectacular. "Looks like we have an audience," Jackie said to my Dad. She had seen us watching. "Sorry," I called down. "Don't be silly," Dad said, "Come on down and join us." I looked at Steve. "What do you think?" "Sure, I'd like to meet your Dad," he said. I smiled. "Be right down," I called down to Jackie and Dad. We headed through the house. The photographers were still shooting. Now they had Jenna who was dressed as a cheerleader and a girl named Kia who was dressed as a geisha. Kia was a little oriental girl. Before we walked outside, Steve picked up two bottles of champagne as we walked past the bar and then we went out into the night. When we approached the hot tub I saw Dad and Jackie were sitting next to each other. We walked up and introduced Steve to my Dad, and then we stripped and climbed into the tub. When he climbed in I got a good look at Steve's cock. It was the first time I had seen it and I was stunned. A few of the girls had told me he was hung, but I wasn't expecting this. He was longer than Dad and thicker. It was by far the biggest cock I had ever seen, and I had seen plenty. Even my Dad was impressed. "Wow cowboy, bet you keep the girls walking bowlegged with that thing." Dad's joke broke the ice and we all laughed. I couldn't tell by Jackie's actions if she knew how big her son was. We chatted in the tub and drank the champagne. Steve and I shared one bottle and Jackie and Dad shared the other. Steve and Dad were talking about football when Jackie caught my eye with a wink. I could tell by the way she moved her arm, she was reaching for Dad's cock. I smiled and slowly reached for Steve's. I felt it lying across his leg and slowly began to stroke it under water. Neither of the men knew that the other was being caressed and each tried to keep the conversation going. Steve's cock was getting harder by the second and I could barely touch my fingers to my thumb around it. It was long enough that the tip broke through the water when it was fully erect. Dad stopped in mid sentence when he saw the cock head sticking up out of the water. He smiled at me and said, "This looks like some of your work, young lady. You had better help him out with that thing." I stood and bent down and gave the tip of Steve's cock a lick, smiling as I did it at his Mom and my Dad. I tried to get more, but the water was bubbling too much. "Sit up on the side of the tub before she drowns, Steve." Jackie said. Steve smiled and did just that. Now his huge cock was out of the water. I knelt in front of it. It was huge and dripping. My mouth was watering. I began to suck and lick it. I played with his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. Not only was I in love with Steve, I was in lust. Suddenly my mouth was filled with his rich, hot cum. I swallowed greedily as he continued pumping my mouth full. After a bit he finished and I sat back around. I hadn't heard Jackie and Dad move, but they had. When I turned around I saw Dad sitting on the side of the tub and Jackie sitting on top of him facing us with his cock buried to the hilt up her snatch. Steve would have been able to see the whole thing while I was blowing him. No wonder he came so quickly. Now I watched with him as his Mom was thoroughly fucked. I held Steve's cock again as we watched our parents fucking in front of us. Jackie was moaning as Dad's hard cock pistoned in and out of her. Acting on instinct, I moved forward and licked at the base of Jackie's cunt, where my Dad's cock was entering. I felt his cock gliding in and out on the tip of my tongue and I tasted the juices dripping out of her. The taste was exquisite, probably because it felt so naughty but nice. Suddenly the pistoning stopped and Dad buried his cock as far up Jackie's cunt as it would go and I knew he was cumming. From my vantage I looked up at Jackie and saw a look of extreme ecstasy on her face. Dad pulled his cock out of her and I grabbed it and licked it clean. I had to do it fast because there was also a good deal of cum leaking out of Jackie's cunt. I caught most of it with my tongue, savoring the taste. Finally I went back to the other side of the tub and Jackie sat next to Dad. I was glad I did what I had done, but I was worried Steve would be upset. He made me happy by pulling me over and giving me a hard kiss on the mouth. I'm sure he tasted my Dad's cum and his Mom's juices. I loved him even more when he did that. I reached for his cock and found it hard again. I stood and pulled him up and sat him on the ledge. It was my turn to be fucked. "I don't know if this big thing will even fit in me," I said. He smiled, "It'll fit." I faced him and swung my leg over his, then started lowering myself on his massive pole. Just the tip felt big and I still had another ten inches or so to go. I slowly started lowering myself, driving inch after inch more into my already stuffed cunt. Jackie and Dad had a good view of Steve's cock slowly disappearing inside of me. Twice I stopped and raised myself up a bit before starting to lower myself back down. At one point it felt as though there was just no more room left. I reached down and found that I was only about an inch shy of taking the whole thing. I gritted my teeth and lowered myself down some more. As I bottomed out I felt one stabbing pain, but it was quickly replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure and satisfaction. I reached around and caressed Steve's balls. I raised myself up a few inches and gingerly lowered myself back down. No pain this time, so I did it again. Each time I raised myself higher on his fuck pole, each time lowering myself quicker. Soon I was bouncing up and down, keeping the tip inside and fucking my self with the other ten inches. I thought about my Father and Steve's Mother watching us fuck and a series of orgasms ripped through my body. I smiled at Steve and continued. He reached around me and I felt a finger slide up my asshole. This brought on another series of orgasms. I looked at Steve, leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I love you." This was enough to bring on his cum and it immediately flooded my cunt. His cock was so big that there just wasn't much room left inside my poor little pussy to hold his load and the next few times I lowered myself on him, his cum squirted out of us and ran down his balls. Just as I had helped Dad and Jackie, now Jackie returned the favor. I felt her behind us as she licked up her son's cum off of his balls. Soon I was done. While I was physically exhausted, I was also full of energy and life. Steve and I left the hot tub and walked naked through the house. The party was still going on, but the photographers were done. I hadn't even been in a shoot for the magazine I had conceived, but it was OK. I wouldn't have changed anything that night. As we walked through I saw a nun eating a whore, a princess being gang banged, a bunny being DP'd and Terri was sucking off a caveman. It was wild and I knew we would get a good issue out of it. Steve led me upstairs and we when to bed. We slept and made love again in the morning. All of this happened about a year and a half ago. When Dad's visit was done, he went back and sold his business, sold his house and moved out to LA. He married Jackie that Christmas. They are very happy together. My brother is still studying out east, but comes to LA every chance he gets. He has grown to love his new mom and sister and has become best friends with Steve. It would have been cool if he and Terri would have fallen for each other, but it hasn't happened. He is actually kind of head over heels for Torrence. They make an interesting couple, he being the Ivy League intellectual and her being the ditzy blonde cum slut, but it's working for them. The Visit Ch. 04 Slowly, she brought her legs up along his, wanting to keep him inside her for as long as possible. She lay full length upon him, his hands moving languidly along her spine, cupping her bottom, playing in her hair. This was how they slept. When she woke, Andy was lying on her left side, with Gene close behind her. His hand was draped over her hip and cupped her mound, holding her warmly. She could feel his slow breath on her neck, feel his smooth body against hers. She smiled to herself, reveling in the feeling of completeness he created in her. She was lying quietly in his arms, thinking about their first day together, all the days they had left, and making plans for that time. Soon, she felt his breathing change and knew without looking that he was waking. His hand began to softly stroke her curlies, his soft lips kissed her neck. She felt his cock harden and lengthen against her ass, then his hips moved rhythmically against her. She nearly giggled as she pretended to be asleep. She secretly accommodated him, sliding her right leg forward, allowing him better access. He moved with her, keeping his body in alignment, sliding his cock between her legs, against her already wet slit. His hands moved over her back and ass, sure and confident, delightful in their actions. With her eyes still closed, she allowed a tiny moan to escape her lips, let her hips wriggle just a bit against him. Gene was breathing faster now, his cock hot against her flesh. His fingers slid down her body, slipped between her thighs and delved into her pinkness, finding the velvet slickness he had created. She felt him move into position, felt his cockhead press against her for the slightest moment before plunging deep into her excited pussy. He buried himself completely with one stroke, and then became still as he grew used to her slick heat. Lifting himself slightly, he began to stroke into her, slowly and deeply, over and over. His hands grasped her shoulders, he kissed her neck and back, but always, he thrust into her with an urgency. Andy could sense his excitement, felt it build until he was at his peak. One last time, he pulled out of her, nearly completely. That almost caused her to cry out, but she remained silent. Then she felt him, felt his engorged cock pound into her and stay buried deeply within her, as he poured out his hot come. When he finally stopped throbbing, Andy began tightening her muscles around him, milking his cock for the final drops. He dropped his face to her shoulder and she felt his smile as he whispered, "Good morning, love!" When he had slipped from her, he gently turned her over, so she was lying on her back. He kissed her face, tiny angel kisses all over her flesh, his fingers tenderly caressing her cheek. Silently, he moved down her neck, nipping and kissing, until he found her nipple and began softly sipping on it. Andy felt her body tense, felt the electric jolt reach deep within her, and she moaned again. His mouth tightened, pulling her hardening nipple deeper. Andy arched her back, encouraging him to continue, feeling the throbbing in her pinkness. Gene moved his hand down her body, knowing exactly what he wanted to touch and how. He didn't hesitate, but cupped her wet pussy, delving immediately into her pinkness. He listened to the erotic sounds of a come-filled cunt being fingered aggressively. He continued to nurse on her nipple, his wet fingers sliding to her tight clit, beginning the circling and flicking he knew she loved. Almost immediately, her body tightened and stilled. Her entire being was focused on those fingers, that clit, the incredible sensations he was creating. Her legs, which has been wantonly thrown open, now slammed shut, trapping his hand there, tight between her thighs, as she rushed toward orgasm. Her moans escalated and words poured from her mouth, words Gene was surprised to hear from his sweet Andrea. Her nipple hardened even more under his teasing tongue, then she stopped breathing. She was still and silent for long seconds, then he heard the ragged scream from deep within her, filling the air. Her body spasmed under him, nearly knocking him away, as she came hard and fast. Then it was over. Her entire body went limp, her screams became whimpers of happiness. When she brought her hand to rest on his back, it nearly burned his flesh. Gene slipped his fingers back inside her, relishing the tightness and the tiny vibrations that still shook her body. "Good morning to you, too, love," she answered wobbily. "What a wonderful way to start the day," she laughed. They climbed from the bed and entered the shower together. No discussion, just doing what seemed so natural to do. Again, the shower was a haven of sudsy delight, but some of the urgency was gone and they enjoyed touching and playing without any pressure. As they bathed, they planned their day. Both were starving and breakfast was first on the list. Andy marveled at how comfortable she felt with Gene. They seemed to have been together forever, so well they coordinated their movements. Drying, brushing teeth, dressing, all of this was done smoothly and comfortably. Gene wore a pair of shorts and a bright Hawaiian shirt. Andy dressed in a light cotton sundress, deciding, without telling Gene, to leave her pretty lacy panties in the room. At the restaurant, Gene asked for a table far from the crowd and sat with his back to the wall. Andy sat across from him, with her back to the room. They were in her town and couldn't hold hands or touch, which frustrated them. As they ordered breakfast, still making plans for the rest of the day, Andy placed her foot on the bench beside Gene. He continued talking, resting his right hand on her leg, gently rubbing. Andy looked around. There were very few patrons in the restaurant, and no one was paying attention to them. She relaxed her leg, allowing her thighs to fall apart. She casually lifted her skirt until she felt the breeze from the air conditioning on her curlies. All the while, they were talking about things to do that day. When she made a small face, Gene responded immediately. "What's wrong, Andrea? Are you hurting, did something happen?" Andy sighed, and lowered her voice to respond. "Oh, Gene, I am feeling very odd, hmmmm, achy. I need a medical professional.....indeed, I need one now!" Relaxing, Gene chuckled and played along, not sure where she was going with this. "Did I mention that I am a medical professional? I'm pretty sure I could help, if you just tell me what the problem is, Ma'am." She blushed prettily and shyly smiled at him. Hesitantly, she began to speak. "Well, the problem is pretty personal, but I think I can trust you. As I said, I am sort of 'achy' and not sure why. Maybe you could check it out for me?" With that, she discreetly indicated beneath the table. When Gene looked there, he had a clear view of her naked pussy, her soft curlies, all exposed for him. He felt his cock stir awake, and couldn't help grinning. "Ah, I might have an answer for you, Ma'am. Let me think about it and I will get back to you as soon as possible on a possible solution," he replied. The waitress returned just then, her arms lined with plates of steaming breakfast foods. Andy adjusted her skirt and settled down to eat. When she stopped to think about it, she was amazed at how comfortable they were together, even eating. She offered Gene a bite of her omelet, he gave her a taste of his fancy waffles. Soon, they finished their food and lingered over coffee, talking softly of the rest of the day. Gene was very aware of her underdressed state, but wanted to savor it, not exploit it immediately. Finally, they rose to leave. It was hard walking together without touching, without making some body contact, but they walked beside each other as friends, going to the car and climbing inside. Andy drove him around town, showing him where she worked, her fitness center, various stores and restaurants they had spoken of on the phone. She stopped near the lovely riverfront park that had recently been completed and they sat on a bench and enjoyed watching children play nearby. Gene got involved in a ballgame with some of the older kids, fitting in perfectly with them. After the game, they walked, again without discussion, back to the car. Andy drove them through the noon traffic back to the hotel and they casually moved to the door. As soon as it was closed behind them, they came together, arms wrapping anxiously around each other, mouths joining and drinking from the other. They danced to the bed, never separating, and fell upon it. Gene pulled away and reached for the hem of her flirty skirt, flipping it up and over her head. He buried his face between her legs, doing all the things he had been thinking about all morning. He was delighted to find that she was ready, wet and swollen for him, her womanly scent filling his nostrils. He delved into her pinkness, lapping hungrily with his flat tongue, making her moan and twist under him. Her fingers gripped his head, holding him there as she uttered graphic instructions. He loved the fact that his dear Andrea, his good Andrea, who had so recently been talking with little children in a most adorable way, was now demanding erotic satisfaction and had no inhibitions about asking for it. Then she pulled his hair, stopping him. He looked up at her questioningly. "Open the drapes, Gene! Open them a bit, let everyone see what you are doing to me, let them see how much I love it! Please! Open them!" Gene thought about it. It was dark in the room, but sunny outside. He decided the visibility into the room would be minimum, that the bed was too far from the window to be seen, even if someone really tried. But it excited him to think someone might watch, and obviously, the thought was incredibly thrilling to Andrea. He moved to the heavy drapes, pulling each one back a little, leaving about a 12" gap between them. Andy repositioned herself, so her pretty pussy was aimed directly at the window and any lucky passerby. She looked so delicious, so delectable. Gene fell to his knees between her legs, again diving into her moist pinkness. The excitement factor had tripled, quadrupled, and he was throbbing against his shorts as he licked her. His tongue was coated with her profuse juices, and her hips were bucking against his face, trying to pull him even deeper between her swollen lips. It didn't take her long to come, to scream out with delight. Gene held her hips, licking her clit lightly, then sliding his tongue deep inside her spasming pussy. Her fingers clutched his head, holding him against her as she slowly returned to reality. He loved the taste of her, the musky aroma of her. She languidly remained there, lying on the edge of the bed, her thighs open to him, her dampness covering his cheeks. When she finally stirred, he lifted his face and smiled at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were still dreamy, unfocused. She sat up, pulling him to meet her mouth, kissing him and enjoying the taste of herself on his tongue. She arched against him, pressing her breasts into his chest, her nipples hard, even now. Andy stood, encouraging him to join her. His erection was against her, throbbing and full. She loved the feeling of power he gave her, the feeling that she was so incredibly sexy he couldn't control himself. Andy reached back, releasing the zipper of her sundress and letting it fall to the floor. She stood naked before Gene, offering herself to him. His hands slid over her, tracing her curves, her fullness, her hollows. They kissed deeply as they pressed their bodies together, loving the perfect fit and wonderful completeness. Then, Andy turned and knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, placing her face on the spread. She spread her legs, opened them for Gene, her pretty soft curls shiny with her excitement. She looked over her shoulder at him, wriggled her hips and invited him to enter her. He stepped forward, already opening his shorts and dropping them to the floor. His cock was dripping with precome, anxious to bury itself deep inside her heat. Gene placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place as his cock found her opening and plunged into her. She cried out once, still unused to the length and fullness of him. He placed one foot on the bed and buried his engorged dick even deeper. At first, he didn't move, just savored the feel of her silky pinkness caressing him. Andy used her inner muscles to massage him. Then she began murmuring to him, "Ah, yes, Gene, like that. Fill me like that. Tease me. Can you feel me massaging you? Can you feel what you do to me? Can you fuck me, Gene? Can you make your little girl hot and sore? Are they watching us, Gene? Do they like what you are doing to your baby?" He suddenly realized the drapes were still open. It excited him even more to think that just maybe someone was watching them, someone was seeing her pretty pussy being ravaged by him. He didn't look. He didn't need to. He just imagined someone wistfully watching them, envious of his beautiful Andrea, jealous of their happiness. This time, he didn't hurry. He set a rhythm that Andy shared. They moved together, their bodies slapping against each other, the sounds of moist pleasure filling the room. Andy's moans of excitement incited him, her words of encouragement inflamed him. Gene's fingers clutched her soft hips, engraving themselves in her flesh. He heard her tiny moans, her deep screams of delight, felt her orgasms as they grasped him. Still, he continued. Thrusting, probing, delving, all the while thinking of the open drapes, the possibility of being watched. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. With one final thrust, he held her hips against him, pouring his creamy come deep within her. He didn't realize that he had made a guttural sound until it stopped. He didn't want to leave her warmth. Carefully he turned her, moved her with him until they were lying side by side, his cock still sheathed inside her silky pinkness. Andrea's back was damp with perspiration as he pulled her against him. Her hair was curling on her neck, her breathing still uneven and ragged. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close, whispering to her, thanking her for making him so complete and happy. To Be Continued... The Visit Ch. 04 He was a wreck. Pure and simple. She had completely taken him to the deepest depths. There was no way out. He lost count after a dozen edges and then after a dab of icy hot on his anus she told him that the only way she would stop is if he agree to a video confession. Even after he agreed she palmed him and edged him again just to make she he understood her. Then once they were done she told him that at the end of the year, if he didn't reach phase four then the video would be sent to all of his contacts. He had one month to start phase two. During that time she wanted him to get four milkings and save them for her. She would contact him then. He watched, hopelessly as she left the room. Drowning in his own desires. Victim of her hidden agenda. All week he thought of Tweets. Wishing he'd stayed with her. He'd called her twice, but she never answered. He got one text from her saying she had a date that night and they would catch up on the weekend. A date. He was devastated. He wanted her. He needed her. She had become his rock in the storm he found himself in. That's when it struck him. She would save him. Before it was to late. Before he lost her again. That weekend he arrived punctually. After he stripped down to nothing he dropped to his knees and kissed her feet. "Oh, Tweets I missed you." "Get up!" she said stepping back. "What's wrong with you?" She was still in her bathrobe. She put her hands on her hips. "A video? Are you stupid?" She never looked so beautiful to him. "Have you seen it?" She started walking to the kitchen and he meekly followed. "Of course you have. You made it. Moron!" She stopped and spun around. "Sucking cock?! You let her make a video of you saying you wanted her to train you to suck off guys!" "But I'm not gay! I told her that......." "Nobody will believe you, not after seeing this. Anyway, Who said anything about being gay? I've had sex with my roommates in college; that doesn't make me a lesbian. But I never made a video proclaiming it." She shook her arms above her head as she spoke. "Tweets you have to help me." "Again?!? Why?" she sat down at the table and sipped her tea. "Please. I'm begging you. Anything!" he sat down next to her and grabbed her arm. "That's a dangerous word." His voice trembled. "I...I...know." "What should I do? How can I help you this time?" she glared at him. "I mean really. What am I going to do here?" "I don't know, but never expected this." He looked down at his fidgeting hands. "I guess I...I wanted...to. I enjoyed the teasing. The denial. Being brought to the edge. Knowing that my sexual release was held by another." She sat silently. He was coming apart. "Heck, even drinking my own cum wasn't that bad, but now she's...she's.." his voice cracked. "She's going to far. She ruining me. I'm going to lose my job, everything." "So your problem is with the..uh..I guess you could call it blackmail? Wait! Did you say drinking your cum?" He thought about it for a second. "Yes, She made me drink the cup I brought to her and yes, the blackmail is too much." He looked up to see a devilish grin across her face. "Wha..." "And you feel the blackmailing violates the trust between you and your key holder." "Yes." "Well, I think that blackmail was implied from the outset with the pictures you gave to her, now wasn't it?" He felt dumb at the obvious question. "Yes." "Secondly, You've been seeing her for how long now and have not given her a dime since week ten, right?" "Yes." She stared at him blankly. He understood her point. "But you don't mind the teasing? The denial? The chastity?" "No. No. Not at all." "You want to please your key holder, not be threatened by her, right?" "Yes. Yes. Right." "Well, I don't think she is going to let you go and I don't know what you want me to do." She paused, looking at him. "I'll talk to her, if you want, but I'm not sure as to what I'll accomplish." "Yes. OK. Anything." "That's twice you said that. Do you mean it?" He swallowed hard. "Yes." She was his only hope. He took a leap of faith. She walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. After a few minutes she called for him. He walked down to her bedroom. He was shocked to see her standing there, her robe open holding a strap-on. His cock stirred in its cage as their eyes met. He was embarrassed by his reaction, but the sight of her like that excited him. "You must be so very horny. Either that or you like seeing me with a fake cock." She eyed his swelling member and looked up to see him eyeing the dildo. "I think the latter." He blushed at her remark. He wasn't sure himself. There was something so irresistible about her like that. Powerful. Strong. Sexy. Yet, what was she doing? How could she think of sex at a time like this? "I'll help. Again! However..." She walked towards him, stroking her dildo. "How far will you go for me?" "Oh, Tweets. Please." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Relax. I want you to wear this. Maybe later I could wear it for you if you want." She held out the strap-on. "I haven't had a good fucking in a while and I need it bad. Come on. It's been years since you gave me a good ride." Finding it hard to believe he took the strap-on and fumbled with the harness. She was a goddess. Why wasn't she getting laid? She had him turn around and look in the mirror. Any other time he thought this would be comical, but now he felt helpless. At some level he thought he deserved it for the way he left her. "Stroke it." she said from behind. He put his hand on the fake cock and slowly pumped it. She came up behind him and looked over his shoulder. "Look at how hard you are." She reached around and stroked along with him, nibbling on his ear. She spun him around and kissed her way down his neck, across his chest and body to the dildo. "Remember how you used to beg me to suck you off. I used to think that was so hot. How you wanted my mouth on you so bad." She flicked the head with her tongue. One hand holding the base and the other kneading his balls. She kissed and licked the shaft. "Mm, That could feel so good. Too bad I don't have the key. Would you like that?" She sucked on the head. Moaning. "Uh, If I held the key. I could have your cock any time I wanted." He watched as she deftly worked it in and out of her mouth. Sliding along each side, sucking on the balls and taking it into her throat. His mind was flooded with the memories of having sex with her. His caged cock leaked and ached for release. Pausing, she took the life-like phallus in to the hilt, then back out. "Imagine my lips on your cock once again." He was going mad. Just the sight of her making love, no, having sex with a dildo that he was wearing. "Imagine if I could have it whenever I wanted. Imagine you giving me orgasm after sweet orgasm." He closed his eyes, but even the sound of her was like a siren song in his head. Soon she dragged him to the bed and pulled his head into wet pussy. His tongue stabbing inwards as his lips sealed around hers. Soaking up her juices as he went to work. She was writhing in ecsatcy beneath him. He probed her, finding all the spots that would satisfy her lust. Her taste was intoxicating, yet also maddening. Her wanted her, but he knew that tasting her was all he could hope for right now. The tensing of her thighs on his head let him know he was doing a good job. She squeezed tight and pulled his hair as her climax consumed her. He struggled to breath as she clamped down hard on him. She only needed a moment to catch her breath before pulling him up on top of her. "Take me." she whispered. "Make love to me." He kissed her passionately. She gyrated under him, the dildo stimulating her, running her hands across his body. Her nails scrapping his back. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips. His trapped cock strained against its confines. "Please." she hissed. "Oh, please." He grabbed his fake dick and rubbed it against her hot and wet pussy. Matching her gyrations as he slowly worked it in. Awkwardly at first, but finding his rhythm in no time. Her arms and legs were all over him as he kept a teasingly slow pace. Her cries filled the room. "Oh, so good. Yes, fuck me good and slow." On and on he went. Slowly grinding away on top of her. He knew he would have never been able to keep this up with his own dick. However, watching her was driving him mad. It was like being trapped in some futuristic simulator. Everything was so real, so life like. Except for his own pleasure. That was bound and bridled. Unable to participate. The tension and frustration reach a new level. He watched as her orgasm built. Groaning and moaning as he'd never heard before from her. Without warning she flipped him over and she whipped herself into a fury. Her nails digging into his chest as he grabbed her hips. She screamed out his name as her orgasm exploded from within her, before collapsing on top of him. "Oh my God! That was awsome. We should have done this while we were dating." "What? Why?" "Oh, come on be serious. You never had this kind of stamina." She looked at him. A confused and hurt expression on his face. "Don't pout. You know it's true. Your real talents lie between your lips not your legs. Besides I've never seen this kind of commitment from you when we were together. Maybe that thing your wearing works better than you think." He was devastated. Was she saying he wasn't a good fuck? Before he had a chance to dwell she had them clean up and return to the bedroom. "Time to empty those swollen and aching balls of yours." she said mockingly while shaking an empty cup in front of her. "Don't want to disappoint your precious Mistress now do we?" He knelt down on all fours on the bed and she began to milk out his load. "Mmm, I sure would love to bend you over and let you be my bitch." He was taken aback by her words, but he was obsessed with trying to orgasm. "It would be the same as what we're doing right now, except I could have both my hands on your hips." He wasn't so sure, but it did make sense. He tried to rationalize what was becoming a guilty pleasure. Her massaging of his prostate was the closest thing to an orgasm he had had in ages. His body wasn't listening, it was responding to her actions. The touch of the massager was intensifying the need to cum. However; it was only building, like water behind the wall of a dam. Unconsciously, his body began matching her her thrusts. Craving anything sexual. Her actions were driving him like a runaway train. Then, without warning, it stopped. "Please, don't. Keep going." he implored. "But I'm done. See." She took the cup and showed him. "I'll keep this here for you." "I think you want my strap-on more than your letting on." She strolled off as he got cleaned up and gathered up his things. They met at the front door. He stood there awkwardly waiting for her to speak. "I'll make the call for you, but like I said I don't know what I can do for you, but I know what I'd like from you." She opened the door and held her hand out, motioning him to leave. The door slammed behind him as he walked through. The Visit Ch. 04 Steve and I are still deeply in love. We are planning to be married next Christmas. I still model and act and he still photographs me. The Holiday Angels mag was a huge hit and has become a regular quarterly issue. I'm still writing scripts and directing. True to her word, Jackie sent me to college and I love being a student. Steve and I have talked about it and would like to have a family some day. I'm still not sure how much that will change how we live. I doubt if we could do what my parents did, but we will protect our kids from all of the porn stuff while they are young. Kids should be kids and they grow up too damn fast these days, but when they are old enough whether they enter the business or not, I'll support them as the best parents always do. I sometimes think back on the night I laid in bed crying over the magazine my father had seen. When I think about how close I came to leaving LA, I shudder, but my Dad knew. He knew he made a mistake with his first reaction, but in the end he supported me. What else can I say? I'm a slut. I'm proud to be one. I hope my daughters will be sluts too. The Visit Ch. 05 Andy's back was damp with perspiration as Gene pulled her against him. Her hair was curling on her neck, her breathing still uneven and ragged. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close, whispering to her, thanking her for making him so completely happy. She blushed, suddenly shy and embarrassed. She had never behaved like that before, never said those words, never did those things. She was near tears, remembering how she had exposed herself and what she had asked. Gene looked into her eyes, and wanted to remove all the hurt and worry he saw there. "Sometimes, we have needs, desires, fantasies. It is good that you feel safe with me and want me to help you fulfill all those things. I love that you are a free woman, that you can tell me what you want. It is so very exciting for me....thank you, Andrea." Still, she was apprehensive. She felt she had behaved badly and tried to explain to Gene what happened. But she wasn't sure herself. Finally, she just fitted her head under his chin, sighing and wondering what she had done, how she had come to this. She listened contentedly to his steady heartbeat, constant and true. Her arms were wrapped around him, holding his now-familiar body to hers, feeling as safe and secure as she could ever remember. His fingers were in her hair, combing and patting, and his breath was soft on her face. She wanted to stay here forever. But Gene had other ideas. She could feel the change in his body as his mind moved along. "Let's go swimming, Andrea! The pool looks so inviting, so damn big! Let's go expend some of our obvious 'overwhelming' energy with some laps. Come on!" Andy thought it sounded great. Perhaps she needed to cool off. Perhaps Gene thought she needed to cool off. Yes, a swim would be good. It was mid-afternoon, that time when hotel pools are empty. Everyone had either checked out or hadn't checked in for the night. One of the reasons she had selected this hotel was the placement of the pool. It was toward the back of the property, not easily sighted by anyone. They were, after all, in her town. They changed into their suits, allowing themselves the luxury of touching and watching. Then they stepped from the room, models of propriety. They walked to the pool and were pleased to see it totally deserted. Andy felt as if she were on fire. She felt that every fiber of her body burned and smoldered. She had never felt this kind of desire, of need. The water felt good, cool. Andy almost expected to hear the slight SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS of a burning match touching dampness. The brightness of the day, the blueness of the water, everything helped bring Andy back to reality, soothe her raw emotions. They swam laps, passing each other and smiling. Gene was a much better swimmer, smooth and even. Andy enjoyed the whole feeling of sliding through the water and didn't care if she was a bit slow and clumsy. Both of them looked at the rooms along the walkways, noting the total air of abandonment hotels have at this time of day. It couldn't last for long, this dedication to swimming. They desired each other too much, needed to touch each other, wanting to feel cool flesh pressed together. Now each passing lap brought them closer. They slowed at the same spot, just to touch hands initially, then to slowly bump into each other, both remembering the morning and the incredible sexual emotions they had shared. Finally, Andy moved to the deep end of the pool, her back to the wall, treading water and slowly moving her arms, floating upright, effortlessly. Gene continued his laps, he was a dedicated swimmer and believed in his daily workout. But, each time, having to swim away from Andrea caused a small ache in his heart. Then, he also stopped. They stood in the eight-foot water, treading, facing each other, but at least a foot apart. Facing in opposite directions, they looked around. The stillness was palpable. No one walked by, no cars passed. It was as if they were alone in the watery world. They moved closer, without seeming to move. Little by little, the small space between them narrowed, until they were nearly bumping noses. Andy's eyes drifted close as she felt his sweet breath on her face. Her heart began the dance that Gene always caused, the crazy dance that made her wonder if she would actually live through it. Her mouth opened, a baby bird, craving. Gene inclined his head and closed the space, his lips touching hers, just grazing them really. She could taste his coolness, his Gene-ness. She moved forward just a fraction, but it was enough. His soft mouth pressed to hers, his tongue slipped between her lips, teasing and inviting. She couldn't resist. Her hands moved to his shoulders, hot from the sun, smooth beyond belief, and she feasted on his seductive mouth. Sucking his tongue, she mimicked the lovemaking they shared. Pulling, demanding, playing, her mouth made love to him. Their bodies moved closer and he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. With just a little push, she lifted herself up and then settled against him, her legs wrapped around his waist. She loved the feel of being in his arms, weightless, against his body, his hard cock throbbing under her. Andy moved into the gauzy world of desire in seconds. Now it didn't really matter if a hundred people were there, lined up around the pool. All she knew, all she wanted, was to make love to Gene, right now. She lowered herself, until his cock throbbed right against her pussy. she could feel the heat, a curious mixture of cold water and hard, hot flesh that drove her insane with desire. She continued looking over his shoulder, watching for any intruders, any opened draperies. There was no movement anywhere. She moved herself slowly up and down his body, pushing her needy self against him, feeling him respond. She was beyond reason now, just needing satisfaction, needing to release all the desire that had built so quickly. Andy reached down, feeling his throbbing dick, growing even more at her touch. She wrapped her fingers around him, his suit a barrier to her actual touch, and heard him moan into her mouth. She wanted him. She needed to feel him inside of her tender pinkness, needed him to thrust deeply inside of her again. It was if it had been days since they made love, rather than hours. This feeling was new to her, this need, this raging desire. Andy reached between her own legs, pushing her suit aside, trying to absorb Gene into her warmth. But he still had some wits about him and refused to be seduced. He whispered into her ear, "We are in public, in your town. We have to behave. If you want, I will take you to our room and make love to you until you scream, until you can't come anymore. But not here, Andrea, not now!" She heard him, but it didn't register. It couldn't. She was on fire and the need seeped into every fiber of her body. When Gene pulled back a little, looking into her eyes, watching her, she tried to keep full body contact, but he wouldn't let her. He removed his heat from between her legs, whispering to her, trying to calm her, help her make sense of the situation. Andy smiled into his eyes. She kissed him lightly, then removed one hand from his shoulders and slipped it into the water. Gene expected to feel her massaging his still-throbbing cock, and was surprised when he didn't. He felt the water moving rhythmically, steadily. Then he knew. She was touching herself. She was massaging her needy little clit, sliding her cool fingers into her own hot depths. She was going to satisfy herself. As much as Gene knew he should find a way to stop her, to get through the red haze that enshrouded her, to make her behave; he was also fascinated. To watch the woman he loved, so in need that she was going to find release, to come right here, was totally erotic. Her eyes were glazed. She was looking at him, but not seeing him. Her fingers moved faster and the moans from her throat were deep and constant. Gene was torn between helping her and allowing her this. His cock was aching and rock hard, thrusting against his suit as he listened to her breathing become faster, her moans become frenzied. Then she came. With a shudder and a cry, she came. He recognized the impending explosion and covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her screams. He held her close as she spasmed in his arms, and then lay trembling against him, her body going completely limp with satiation. Again, he could sense the change in her. Her body came alive again, and she pulled away from him with a satisfied smile on her pretty face. She giggled slightly, coloring a becoming pink. She was embarrassed again. Damn! Gene had just witnessed a woman so confident and sure that she satisfied herself, probably the most erotic experience in his life! And she was embarrassed! He thought she should be proud of herself! In all their time talking on the phone and online, Gene had never realized the depths of her sensuality. Now he held her close and tried to tell her all this, tried to share with her the complete sexuality of her. He was also aware of his own raging erection. He needed to be inside her, plunging into her over and over, feeling her heat as she absorbed him, hearing her seductive voice goading him to explosion. Kissing her one last time, he swam away from her, trying to think of baseball scores and weather reports, anything to allow him to walk back to their haven without a massive hard-on. At the other end of the pool, he climbed the steps and held the towel in front of himself, calling to her, reaching to her. Andy eagerly swam to him, taking his hand and emerging from the water, a goddess. They strolled to their room, two friends, sharing a sunny day. But as soon as the door closed, they twisted onto each other, trying to get inside each other, trying to become one. The wet suits fell to the floor and they moved as one to the huge bed, the oasis they sought. They fell together and Andy straddled him, taking his hard cock with one movement, until he was deep inside her and she was full of him. She stayed still, absorbing the feel of him, accommodating him into her pinkness. Then, she began moving slowly, the swaying of a siren, luring him to the depths and heights. They held hands in mid-air, looking into each other's eyes, sharing the secret smile of lovers, taking the slow journey to completion. Andy knew just what she wanted. She moved her hips in her own time, making contact with his heat, massaging her still-hungry clit with his length. Gene watched her take what she needed, knowing exactly the moment when the gentle massage became more. Her thighs tightened over his, her eyes lost focus, her breathing became ragged. He watched as her nipples ruched and felt the heat surge into her hands against his. Then, she came, flooding his cock with warm fluids. He was so excited, so intensely aroused. Her spasming pinkness clutched him, pulled him deeper and harder. He couldn't stop now. His hips thrust up against her, probing even further, until he couldn't hold back any longer. He gripped her hands and called her name, coming deep inside her, filling her. She continued her slow dance on his cock, milking him, sitting astride him until he began to soften. Then she melted, lowering her body until she was stretched atop him, kissing him softly and sighing happily. Gene ran his hands up and down her spine, stroking her head, combing her hair with his fingers. He listened to her satisfied mewling and smiled. He considered himself the luckiest man in the world and was so grateful to have Andrea and her love. Again, the sated couple fell asleep in each other's arms. TO BE CONTINUED...... The Visit Ch. 05 He had not heard from his Mistress all week and began to wonder. Plus, he had not heard from Tweets until he got a message around dinner time to come over and clean up. As usual he undressed and went to work like every time before this one. Half way through she had him stop so she could get her obligatory orgasm from him and then milk his prostate as he was required to do. Shortly after he cleaned up and went back to work the doorbell rang. And again. "Are you going to get that or not?" Tweets yelled from the other room. "But..." "But nothing. Answer the door." He peeked through the curtain and his mouth fell open when he seen his Mistress standing at the door. He hurriedly let her in and knelt down before her. She walked right past him into the dinning room and sat down. He went the other way and told Tweets, before going to the kitchen and fixing them drinks. He put them down and was dismissed by both of them. They talked quietly as he went about his tasks. After what felt like an eternity they summoned him back in and had him refresh their drinks. His Mistress then had him kneel down in front of them. "Your girlfriend tells me that you wish to end our arrangement." "Yes, Mistress." "I can't see why." He hesitated "Your phases, Mistress." "I love them. They let me know how devoted to me you actually are." "But..." she waved her hand and cut him off. "How about this then. I will release you from this on the following terms. "One. You'll get married in the next three months." she paused. "Two. The day after you are married you will sign over all of you assists to your wife." again pausing to ensure he was listening. "Three. I will give her the key to your cage after your honeymoon and" she emphasized "she tells me that you have given her your virginity. Then I will give your bride all of the items I have of you." He stared at her blankly. "Do we have a deal?" He looked to Tweets then back to Mistress. "I... It's just...I want..." "It's irrelevant what you want. What's relevant is what I want and what I want is a decision." He lowered his head. Her psychological grip tightening around him. "Yes, we have a deal." "Good. You can go now. I'd like to talk to your friend here. . . alone." She turned her back to him and continued speaking. "Leave your clothes though. I want to think of you later. Trying to get back home with nothing but my cage covering you." He picked up his keys and left them to talk. He raced off to his car in the driveway, thankful the sun had already set. He found his way back to his apartment and luckily got inside without being seen. He lay there in bed nervously thinking of how he was going to comply with her request. It took him two days to realize what he had to do and just shy of the three month mark it was done. The wedding was a very ornate affair. He paid and over paid for everything Tweets had asked for. He had spent the prior day closing bank accounts and giving her the funds. All of his assets were placed in her name. The car. His apartment. Everything. He wanted nothing to interfere with her wedding. He was also milked by her just after the reception and before they left for the airport. He dutifully consumed all of it at her request. The only hitch to their tropical destination was the metal lock on his chastity device that had set of the alarms at the airport and after an embarrassing search and interview he was on his way with her. Once there he found that she had replaced all of his swim trunks with smaller, tighter ones that were all white. He didn't realize the significance of this until he got out of the water for the first time. His cage outlined by the trunks that clung tightly to him when they got wet. That first evening after dinner, dancing, drinking and a walk on the beach under the moonlight they went back to their room. She had him shower up and told him to wait for her on the balcony. She turned off all the lights as she went to shower. He waited in for her patiently. The moon cast enough light to make out the waves rolling on to the beach. It was a fairly quiet night and he could make out other couples in the distance out on their balconies, but those around him were dark and, from what he could tell, empty. He heard her leave the bathroom. As he turned around she appeared out of the darkness like a ghost. A long robe covered her as she walked up to him. He was lost in her eyes, captured by her beauty. "Are you ready?" She leaned in and kissed him deeply, passionately. "Are you ready to consummate our marriage?" "But Tweets..." She put a finger on his lips. "It's now 'my bride' and yes, we must. You promised." She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. He didn't resist as he fell to his knees. She undid her robe and let it fall off of her. She was a goddess bathed in the moonlight. As his eyes moved down her body he came face to face with her strap-on dildo. "It's time to prove to your bride you are committed to my happiness." She put her hands on the sides of his head and pulled him in. He did not fight as he parted his lips for her. She held him just at the head. "That's it, take it. Kneel before your bride and take in her cock." She started pumping his head onto her, taking in a bit more each time. "Mm, oh yes. Make your bride happy. Take it all." Soon she was gently and slowly thrusting her hips to match the movement of his head. Her dildo sliding in to the hilt each time. His hands grasped her ass, speeding her up. Their eyes met. "Look at me while you suck it, suck it good. Suck it while I tell you how you can please me." She slowed her pace again. "I have a bottle of lube in my robe. I want to use all of it while we're here. I want you to want me to use it all while we're here." She paused to let her words sink in. She stopped when his mouth was filled with her. "Because if we don't I might not be able to get the key from mistress." She restarted her slow tempo of fucking his mouth. The implication was clear and he understood it. As he pulled back and looked up at her. "Please, my bride, take me." An angelic smile spread across her face. "Please, my bride, use me for your pleasure. Here, now. Under the moonlight, make me yours." She ran a hand through his hair. "Get us ready." He reached into her robe pocket and pulled out the lube. It wasn't a big bottle, but he also wondered how many times he would need to do this over the next two weeks. He drizzled some on her cock and began to stroke it. Slow and easy he moved. Thinking about how he would want to be stroked. Mindful of where it was going he tried to be generous. "Oh, that feels so good. Stroke it good. Get it nice and hard for your bride." He moved one hand down between his legs and began to lube his anus. "That's nice. Finger yourself for me; get yourself nice and wet for your brides hard cock." He continued for a while longer. One hand sliding over her shaft, the other working its fingers in and out of his ass. "Can you still imagine what that feels like my dear? The pleasure you're giving my shaft. Warm oily hands caressing your hot rigid member?" She pulled him to his feet and she kissed him deeply; her tongue penetrating his mouth. "Do you want it?" Her hands caressed his body. "Do you?" "Please my bride. Please fuck me." He turned and bent over the balcony. "Take me. Be the first on our wedding night." he said as he spread his cheeks for her. He watched the reflection of the moon in the water as he felt the tip of her shaft press against his anus. Her hands gripped his hips as the head pushed past his sphincter. "Is this what you wanted?" He was surprised at how easily it slid in despite him clinching down reflexively at her intrusion. "Is it? Your bride fucking your ass on the first night of your honeymoon." He moaned softly as the dildo brushed across his prostate. "Yes, tell me. You've wanted this more than you knew. Tell me your true feelings." By now she was buried deep and moving back out. "Yes, please my bride. Fuck me." He started pushing back into her. "Yes, yes I want it. I want it so bad." She held a slow and steady rhythm and slapped his ass occasionally. The warm breeze tingled her skin and hardened her nipples as she watched her dildo thrust in and out of his virginal hole. He moaned softly each time she filled him up. "Oh, I bet that feels so good. My hard cock making you so so horny. So hot. So very hot." She raked her nails across his back. She found his prostate once again and began short quick thrusts across it. It had its desired effect. "Oh, yes. Right there. Oh, yes fuck me good. Make me cum. Fuck my ass and make me cum." She switched on the vibrator beneath the harness and joined him in vocalizing his pleasure. "You like that my hubby? Uh? You like that? Do you?" She picked up the pace. "You like getting fucked in the ass by your wife?" Her nails dug into his sides. He'd never been so desperate, so frustrated, so horny. His engorged prostate brought him to the very edge and his hard cage kept him there. Denied. "Yes, please. Harder, fuck me harder." He pleaded. She complied, ramming her cock in and out as hard and as fast as she could. He moaned and groaned. He pushed back; matching her thrusts in a vain attempt to bring himself to an orgasm. The pressure was unbearable. The urge to cum was right there. Just a little more he thought. Her orgasm swelled within her like the waves of the ocean beneath them. "Oh yes. Fuck yes. Oh my God. Take it. Fuck yes. Take it bitch." She grunted hard and loud as she pounded him mercilessly. Almost pushing him over the balcony before collapsing on his back. She ran her hands across his body. Her heart beating like a drum. She was shocked when she reached down for his cage. His cock was dripping and swollen inside its confines. "Mm, I think someone really did enjoy having their cherry popped tonight. I can't wait until I've had you again. And again." she whispered in his ear. She kneaded his balls in her hand. "I can't wait to get that key. Can you?" After a few minutes she un-clipped the harness. Leaving the dildo buried in him, kissed his neck and walked inside. He stayed there, leaning over the railing, still impaled by her cock. Watching the waves in the moonlight. Thinking. He should have felt humiliated or at least embarrassed by the way she used him, but he wasn't. He was happy that he brought her pleasure. It made him feel good. He clenched down on the dildo, reminding himself of what just happened. How close he came to cumming. So near. His balls ached more than ever and his cage had dug into his frustrated cock as it had swelled to its limit. Soon he thought. Soon he'll get this cage off. Soon Tweets, his bride, his wife, will set him free. He was startled by the clanking of ice inside a glass. He looked back, but she was not there. Looking around he seen two figures on the balcony next to his. Without a word he waddled inside to get cleaned up. He heard a woman speak softly as soon as he was out of sight. "Oh my God. She just fucked the shit out of him..." He kept walking and her voice trailed off. Some faint giggling was all he heard as he closed the door to the bathroom. And so it went for the rest of their honeymoon. As many times as he could he would ask his bride for sex. She never refused. She always wore the strap-on though. The afternoons were always in the room and at night she had her way with him on the balcony. Twice though she dared him to let her have her way with him on the beach. He didn't refuse. She laid in the sand and he mounted her cowgirl, squatting. She made him face the hotel. "How many people do you think are watching us?" she asked. "Not knowing who was really getting fucked." His eyes moved from her to the dark balconies looking back at them as he buried her cock within him. The sound of the waves were crashing behind them. He kept moving around, trying to get her shaft to rub his prostate. Soon he was leaning back, his hands on her knees as he began pumping like a piston, faster and faster. She switched on the vibrator and encouraged him to fuck her cock good. "Ride it. Faster. Make it cum. Make your bride cum for you!" she hissed. "Oh yes. Fuck yes. That feels so good. Fucking your tight hole." Soon she was consumed by her climax, quivering and shaking beneath him. He continued to grind away futilely on top of her as she tried to regain her composure. Still convinced he could somehow cum. He eventually gave up and as always she un-clipped the harness and left her cock buried deep within him, got up and put on her robe. He did the same and waddled behind her back to their room. Every time she put on the strap-on she had him try a new position. Her favorite was having him laying on his back and she would pin his legs to his chest and she would pound him for all she was worth while looking him in the eyes. All the while talking dirty to him; making him beg for her cock. He tried desperately to cum, but to no avail. His favorite was cowgirl as he found that was the best way to get the best friction he craved on his prostate. She smiled to herself though. He didn't realize that he was just fueling his torment. On their last night they sat on the balcony under a full moon. Naked except for his cage and her strap-on. "Did you enjoy yourself? The honeymoon. . . Honestly." "Yes. I mean at first no, but... I don't know, there's something sexy, erotic, kinky about you wearing a strap-on. Then when you would fuck me I got the feeling that I could cum. I wanted it more. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum so very bad Tweets. That's not too much to ask for is it Tweets?" "No, not at all. I know you want to so bad. Soon." she paused and looked at him. "Would you still have married me even if you weren't in this predicament?" "Yes. Absolutely. . ." he paused looking down. "Oh Tweets. I. . .I fucked up when I dumped you. I should have never done that. I was an ass. You're one of a kind and I'm never gonna let you go. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you." He got down on his knees and moved between her legs and started stroking her dildo. "And if this is what makes you happy then I'll do it." "What makes me happy is seeing you so hot and horny for me. So willing to have me that you'll do whatever it takes to please me." He kissed her thighs as he stroked her and she ran her hands through his hair. "So devoted. So committed. So eager to satisfy, unconditionally." "Whatever it takes; I'll do it for you." His hands deftly working her cock and balls. "Mmm, would you suck a real cock for your wife?" A look of dread and horror spread across his face. "Wha. . .?" "I'm kidding." she said with a grin. "I'd want that only if you wanted to do it." He moved towards her shaft and took the head in his mouth. Looking up at her he began to suck on the tip. "Please your bride. Please her as no other man is willing to." she said as he engulfed her completely. "Mmm, take all I have to offer you." He deftly and eagerly sucked and licked her shaft. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Your cock makes me so horny. I want it." he whispered. "I want to cum with you inside me." She watched him carefully. He was different this time. He actually seemed to be making love to her dildo. Wanting it, as if it were the only thing that could relieve is plight. Her mind drifted off to when they were back in college and she had that same look in her eyes. She was jolted back to the present when he stood up and straddled her. She looked up at him and he locked his lips onto hers as he lowered himself onto her. He kissed her long and passionately as he worked the dildo in. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Yes." he hissed rapidly as his ass came to rest on the base of the shaft. "I want to fuck your cock. Fuck me with it till I cum." He rose up and lowered himself again. Slowly he moved. Moaning and biting his lip. Up and down. Up and down. Methodically he drove himself like a slow motion piston; in and out. "Oh, so good. Your cock feels so good." He pulled her head into his chest. "Yes, yes." She kissed his chest and bit and sucked his nipples. He threw his head back as he picked up the pace and intensity. A drum beat of flesh on flesh echoed into the darkness. Faster and faster. "Yes, fuck me harder. Harder." she moaned. She looked at him in disbelief. Riding her hard and fast. His mouth open and his eyes half closed. He was consumed she thought. Consumed by his own pent up passion. So consumed that any guilt or fears about his actions were long gone. Lost in a sea of denial and frustration. So desperate to cum in any way possible. To please her in any way he could. She switched on the vibrator and soon she was caught up in his sexual frenzy. He was pumping and grinding on her like a porn queen. She pulled up his legs so that he was now resting on her lap and could only grind into her. This did him no good, but everything for her. "Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Oh yes." she cried. "Ride my dick. You like that. You like getting fucked. Take it. Take it all." Her words soon gave way to garbled grunting and groaning as her orgasm washed over her like the waves on the moonlit beach below them. After resting in her for a while it was he this time who unbuckled her harness and then moved back to his chair with her dildo still buried deep within him. She got up a few minutes later and went inside. She tossed his hair as she went past. "My little nympho." As he walked in to follow her he stopped and turned to the balcony where he'd seen a couple watching them. This time there were two women there. He paused and they stared at each other for a moment. "Goodnight." he said as he walked inside. "Yes it is." said one of them. They broke out into muted laughter as he walked inside. After cleaning up and packing things away he went to bed. His aching balls reminded him of his situation and the fragrant scent of his wife caused his cock to stir. The silence was broken by soft sounds of passion from the balcony next door. He fought the urge to go and watch. Reminding himself that they were going home and his wife was going to get that key. Tweets would finally bring him release. Sweet release. The Visit Ch. 06 The Visit: The End For Now They slept. During the night, as Andy woke and snuggled closer to Gene's sleeping body, she wondered if this wasn't the best part of the visit. Sleeping beside a loving man, holding him and having him hold her. She thought about how well they enjoyed their time together, how they talked and laughed and told each other secret hurts and triumphs, feeling wonderful to finally share them with someone. Then she would move even closer to his warm body, inhale his special sweet scent and sleep again, feeling safe and secure for the first time in years. Gene woke throughout the night too, marveling at his incredible good fortune to have Andrea in his life. He looked at her sleep-soft face, felt her fullness against him, and wanted to gather her into his arms and never release her. He kissed her softly and disentangled himself, sliding from the bed. He went to his huge suitcase and dug deep inside, pulling out the box he had packed so carefully. Opening it, he once again saw the pretty blue jelly vibrator. It was called a 'Blue Dolphin' and was soft and cool to the touch. He bought it for Andrea long ago, and had planned to present it to her when he arrived. But she had been so shy and frightened, he just kept it a secret. Now, with her emerging sexuality, he wondered if he shouldn't offer it to her. He was well aware that this was their last day together, that he had to leave that afternoon and continue his trip west. Just the thought saddened him. Now, he needed to decide about the toy, should he give it to her or keep it until another time? As he considered, Andrea stirred in her sleep, reaching for him, calling his name in her sweet voice. He put the box down and hurried back to her before she really woke. He cuddled her against him and heard her sigh as she drifted back into sleep. When he woke next, Andrea was gone. He turned and found her sitting on the chair, holding THE box. Oh, no! He still wasn't sure if he wanted to give it to her, if it would embarass her. He quietly watched her from nearly closed eyes. She had opened the box and was examining the toy, holding it to her cheek, lightly running her fingers over the realistic surface. One reason Gene had chosen it was for it's remarkable resemblance to his own cock, thick and wide, with distended veins. Andrea seemed very interested in the new goody. She dug into the box and pulled out the batteries and inserted them. She turned the little black switch and it throbbed to life, scaring her and making her jump. Gene almost laughed, but stopped himself just in time. Andy kept looking at the dolphin, holding it first to her face, then her neck. Looking at Gene, checking him, she held it to her naked breast, against her nipple, which quickly distended. Watching, Gene found himself excited and ready. God, he loved her and he loved watching her bloom right before him! Andy turned off the vibrator and brought it with her into the bed. She slipped it under her pillow and snuggled up to Gene, once again inhaling his fresh scent. She kissed his back and shoulders. She placed her arm over him, her hand flat on his naked flesh. Her body had begun humming when she found the vibrator and now she wanted to share it with her lover. Gene appeared to continue sleeping, no matter how much she rubbed against him and sighed. Retrieving the toy, she placed it between her breasts, against his back. Then she turned the switch and again the little machine began buzzing. Still he pretended to sleep, wanting to see how far she would go to wake him. He could feel her nipples hardening against his skin, hear her breathing quicken. She kissed him, gently at first, then taking small nips from his shoulders and neck. She called his name in a voice that refused to be ignored. Andy was getting frustrated. She wanted to play, with Gene and with the new toy. Her hand slid down his tummy, finding his engorged and dripping cock. Then she realized he was teasing her and she smiled. She moved her body away, gently pulling on his right shoulder and easing him onto his back. She nearly giggled at how well he continued to sleep. She turned off the vibrator and started kissing his body. She began at his neck, that little curve she loved so much. She worked her way down his shoulders until she found his excited niplets. Here she lingered, sucking and licking, making Gene squirm with pleasure. She could see his cock, bobbing and dripping. Suddenly, she hungered for the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth. She continued her journey down his body, moving happily toward her reward. Andy climbed between his legs, just admiring the beauty of his engorged dick. She nuzzled down into the curlies, inhaling that musky scent that inflamed her. She could feel his cock throbbing against her hair, and his fingers were massaging her neck, inciting her further. Finally, she couldn't wait any longer and lifted her face to him. She began to slowly lick the length of his shaft, up the tender underside, feeling that little seam. Her tongue reached the V where the shaft meets the head and she slurped there, whipping her tongue into a frenzy of activity. She hummed against him, and felt him respond. His hips moved against her face, his fingers gripped her flesh harder. Then she had the idea. Searching around on the bed, she found the new toy and brought it down under her chin. She placed the vibrator against the base of Gene's cock, holding it against his taut balls, then switched it on. Immediately, she could feel the electric hum all the length of his erection, feel the deep vibrations. Gene gasped. When he ordered the toy, he was thinking of Andrea, not himself. He had never even imagined her using it on him. His hips were thrusting now, his cock dripping sweet precome. Andy lifted her mouth, taking as much of his length as possible. She looked up. Gene had piled pillows under his head and was watching her carefully as she pleasured him. Andy felt a surge of absolute desire. She had always been a private person, having sex with her husband in bed, at night, in the total darkness. Now, knowing that Gene was watching every move she made, watching her pink mouth slide up and down his beautiful cock, taking it in deeply, drove her to incredible heights. She wanted to perform for him, make him as insane as she felt, watch him lose control. She began doing all the things she had only fantasized about before, moving her mouth and tongue in intricate ways, fulfilling every desire he had. She mouthed him, sucked him down with a voracious suction, lightly nibbled, dripped angel kisses. She lingered, flittered, barely grazed and ate like a ravished woman. All the while, her hips were moving up and down and her pussy ached to be touched, but she couldn't stop what she was doing, couldn't release his delicious cock. Then she had another idea. She took her right hand and slipped his blue present between her legs, applying the tip to her aching clit. The cool jelly felt good inside her hot pinkness, and she just enjoyed that. Then, she boldly went one step further. She twisted the black knob and felt the vibrator throb to life against her hardened nubbin. God, the sensations! At first, she kept very still, just enjoying the buzzing against her hungry clit. She continued to suck on Gene, enjoying his reactions, knowing he was watching her, knowing she was being very wanton. Then, her hips began moving of their own, rubbing her inflamed inner flesh against the textured blue toy. The vibrations against her clit were almost too powerful, too overwhelming. She moved against it, while her mouth continued hungrily to consume Gene's cock. Then, she felt it. The telltale signs that her orgasm was approaching. Her legs closed around the vibrator and she stopped wriggling, every fiber in her body tense and ready. She lost awareness of his dick, concentrated instead on that impending explosion between her legs. She sucked hard and held it, her free hand gripping his taut balls. She couldn't believe how quickly she had arrived at this point, how much she needed to come...NOW! When she came, her entire body spasmed and seemed to burst. Her mouth remained locked around the base of Gene's cock, sucking it deeply. Her hips went crazy and she needed total fulfillment. She reached between her legs and gave the vibrator a nudge, feeling it slip into her hungry cunt. Moving her hips just a little pushed the toy deep inside her flooded pussy. Gene watched happily as his shy little lover fucked the vibrator. he watched her hips riding it, heard her muffled moans around his cock, saw the flush cover her cheeks. Her hands, gripping his hips, became hot against his flesh. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Andy released his cock long enough to say, "Come in my mouth, please, Gene, come for me now!" This was new. He had the impression that she was not thrilled by that particular aspect of oral sex and now she was begging for it. Gene was, after all, a very excited male, not feeling very introspective right now. It took little more than her hoarse voice asking him to come to drive him over the edge and he shot powerfully into her hungry mouth. It seemed his cock pulsed forever and he could hear his proper little Andrea swallowing repeatedly. As his cock softened, Gene felt her sweet mouth, sucking and cleaning him, licking and kissing him gently. He felt totally drained and content. He pulled her up to him, wrapping his arm around her and holding her close. They talked dreamily of other days, other nights ahead. Then it was time for him to pack and get ready to leave. It was so difficult, leaving Andrea. He hadn't expected to fall in love with her over these days. But he had. And she loved him too. His heart was nearly bursting. When he was ready and they were both properly dressed, they sat on the side of the bed, just holding and softly kissing each other. Andy was crying and Gene comforted her. Then they had to go, to drive to the airport, to separate. The drive back was so different. They held hands and talked about the future, making promises. Then they fell silent, dreading the moment of his departure. At the airport, a flustered Andy took the wrong turn and entered the parking garage and had to circle up 8 floors before she could start exiting. But even that was only a short reprieve. All too soon, they were at his terminal and Gene climbed out of her car, reaching for his bag. There was nothing left to say. They had made all their promises already. Another kiss would break her heart and Gene knew that and refrained. Despite his sadness, he waved jauntily and entered the terminal. Andy entered the constantly streaming traffic to head back home. Less than five minutes later, her cell rang and Gene said, "We will meet in Florida in a month, no matter what. I love you, Andrea. Remember that." THE END....for now. The Visit Ch. 06 The very next morning after they arrived home she called his mistress to get the key. He was devastated when Tweets told him that she was out of town until the end of the week. She told him not to pout, that it was just little longer till she got the key. During that time she also had her way with him in every room in the house, in the pool, on the patio and even in the garage. On Friday night after dinner as he was cleaning the dishes she came up behind him. He could feel her dick slide between his legs as she pressed up against him. She nibbled on his neck and ears. "Do you want to ejaculate?" she hissed seductively into his ear. Her hands reached around and fondled his balls and cage. "Yes." he moaned. She moved back and he felt a lubed finger push its way inside of him. Then two. Then three. "I found how you can, but you have to want it." "I want it." he replied. She removed her fingers and felt her shaft slide up the crack of his ass. He rocked back to match her movements. "I don't believe you." she whispered in his ear. Her hands pinched and toyed with his nipples. "Prove to me that you want it. Show me that you want me to fuck you." She raked her nails down his body and stopped to knead his swollen balls. "So full. Show me how horny you are to have your bride empty them." "Tell me." he said as he spun around to face her. "I want you to fuck me till my balls are empty. Tell me how." "Show me you want it." He spun them around again. Kissing her hard and deep he pulled her over to the table next to them. He fell back onto the table and raised a leg. She sensed what he was doing, grabbed his ankle and then did the same with the other. She held his legs up and apart. She moved around trying to find his ass. "Do you want this?" she said; looking into his eyes. She pushed in a little. "Do you?" "Yes!" he gasped as the head easily slide into him. "How bad?" she said as she rocked her hips just enough to keep the dildo inside him. "Oh, please." "Please what? What would you give to have me stick my cock in you? What would you offer me to give you the fucking you so desperately crave?" She pushed in a bit further before pulling out. Holding the tip at his sphincter. "Do you want to ejaculate?" That did the trick. "Oh yes. Yes. Please tweets." She pushed the tip in a bit further. "Well, what is it? What would you give?" "What ever you ask for my bride." Mm, I could ask for a lot, but I won't." She pushed the dildo in slowly. "For now." Then pulled out. "Tell me. How bad do you want your wife to make you ejaculate by fucking your ass?" "Please my bride. I'm begging you. Fuck me till I ejaculate. Please. Please." She had him pull his legs into his chest as far as he could. She then eased her shaft in and out; looking for his prostate. It didn't take long. His body twitched each time her head grazed his engorged prostate. "Keep your legs there." With one hand she kneaded his balls as she kept the pressure on his gland with her gentle thrusts. With the other and she started to massage the perineum area. Gently at first, trying to gauge his reaction. Careful to make sure she did this correctly. "How's that feel? Good?" she said looking down on him. "Are you ready for me to get that key? Ready for that big moment?" He started breathing heavy. The thought of getting the key. Freeing his caged cock. Getting an erection. The sight of her over him with her pony tail flopping behind her, pumping away, her breast swaying back and forth was too much. "Ugh. Fuck. Yes, fuck me." Visions of his cock shooting his load filled his minds eye. He moaned and begged like a sex starved nymph. "Please. Oh, please. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Good and hard. Fuck me. Harder. Harder!" Then suddenly without warning his PC muscle spasmed. Again. And again. And again. He felt his ejaculate splash onto his chest and abdomen. He looked down in astonishment at the mess that now coated him. She smiled seductively as she slowed her movements before pulling out of him slowly. "Oh my. Oh my. That was the most erotic thing I've ever seen!" He looked at her puzzled. "I read that if a man was horny enough, if he wanted it bad enough then he could cum like a woman." She scooped up a dollop and rubbed it on his lips. "I guess someone wasn't lying when they said they really wanted it. My little horn dog. So turned on by his wife spreading his legs and fucking his ass that he gushes cum from his little cage." She giggled seductively. He was totally confused. What did she just say? Is that what just happened? Why was he still so horny? Why didn't it feel like he just had an orgasm? He licked up the cum she fed him. She was so hot. He wanted her so bad. He needed the cage off. He would do anything she asked. He had never felt so willing, so eager, so wanting to please anyone as bad as this. "I don't think I came." he stammered. His balls began to ache and feel as if they were imploding. "Wow, I can't believe that. Can you? I've never seen you cum so hard. Even with your device on. Imagine how hard you'd cum if you were erect. I can't wait to get that key." She walked off, her heels clicking on the floor. He watched her as she left. Admiring her shapely legs, her firm ass and her harness that was the object of his supposed satisfaction. He got to his feet. His legs were wobbly and shaky. His mind was in worse shape. It flashed images through his head at rapid fire speed. The cage. Her strap-on. His Mistress. Phase Two. The video. The pictures. Phase three. His wife. The honeymoon. His ejaculation. Her pleasure. Phase four. His milkings. The couples on the balcony. Him sucking on her dildo. Him wearing her strap-on. The key. On and on. Over and over. After he finished up he cleaned up and went to bed. Tossing and turning. Thinking only of serving his bride. The following day he made her an early dinner at her request. After she was done she excused herself, got dressed up and drove off without an explanation. She tingled with anticipation and apprehension. Finally, she would reap what she had sown. Harvest the fruits of her labor. She laughed out loud at all she had accomplished. Months of her time and effort. She had spent a lot of money, but that had been taken care of once they were married. She was devastated when he broke up with her. So much so that she hadn't had sex with another man since. Just women and she always made it a point to be on top. Except for one and she was on her way to see her. 'Clingy and controlling. Well I know who's controlling, but look who's clingy now!' she thought. 'I'll control how tightly he'll cling to the little finger he's wrapped around.' She giggled. She could still remember the day she found him and found out his little secret. It took a lot of patience to make it all work. His mistress was all too eager to turn up the pressure and drive him right into her waiting arms. Along the way they found themselves enjoying each others company. Her car found its way to his mistresses place in no time. It was a large place in a very nice part of the city. When his mistress opened the door Tweets embraced her and kissed her passionately. They lingered in each others arms for a moment before his mistress broke away and motioned her inside. "How was it? Did he do it? Does he suspect anything? Tell me everything." she asked as she led them to her office. "Oh no, not a thing, nothing and he did it all. Just as you laid out. It was so hard though. Not having him eat me out once or even touch my breasts, but I think it was worth it." "Oh my gosh! Of course it was. Two weeks of him serving you in such a submissive fashion, then only to continue it in your house when you got home. Subliminally and subconsciously the seed was planted. All done with his total compliance." "I know!! At first I could tell he did it out of fear, but in no time at all he wanted it. He really wanted it. The look in his eyes said it all." she paused and gazed into her eyes. "OH! That little thing you told me about. Well, I did it last night." she leaned in with a concerned look. "He's been weird since though." "Don't worry about it, honey. That's a good thing. He's trying to process what is happening. You've been dominating him indirectly; without his knowledge, but with his consent. A woman I worked with a long time ago called what you're doing the power of penetration. Basically, by having a penis inserted in you you are submitting to it, allowing it to invade you, conquer you. All I did was create the ideal environment for him to surrender to you. Willingly." She paused and sipped her tea. Tweets looked at her. Admiring her natural beauty. Her calm controlled demeanor. "You don't need whips and leather to control. All you need is this." She tapped her temple and winked. "You see I just put all the ingredients together in the right order. His own mind is cooking it up for you as we speak. Right now he's thinking about why he came when you fucked him. He's thinking of how good he made you feel every time you came when you fucked him. He's thinking of how good it would feel if it were him on top of you. He's got all of that sexual energy building up with no release. No where to go but in; into the deepest depths of his own subconscious. Going to places he didn't even know existed." She refilled their cups and continued. "He's thinking of the cage he has on and how it got there. He's wondering about the things I was going to make him do. He's wondering if he could have done it. To be used by another man simply for pleasure. Wondering if it's the same as being taken by you. He's wondering what it would be like to be you. To cast off his inhibitions and discard the taboos of society. To surrender himself; as you had done to him in college." "Wait!" Tweets had startled her and herself at her tone. "I don't want to turn him into some spineless sissy prancing around in my panties!" "Calm down." Her voice was even, serene and soothing. "Neither am I. . . but he will if you want him to. What I am saying is that you have unlocked his secrets and he doesn't even know it. You're like a spy who has pulled off the perfect mission. Think about it. You know what is going on in his head and you control his orgasms. Now you're going to go home later and do as I told you to do. This will solidify everything we've done and by tomorrow night he will be yours forever." Tweets sat for a moment, allowing her time to digest everything. "Anything." she whispered. "Yes. He'll do anything you ask. You're in charge. Always be in charge. Never let him think otherwise. Remember. He has submitted to you because you have invaded and conquered him. That's what the past three weeks have been about. You got what you wanted. Enjoy it." His mistress stood up. "Here, let me show you something before you go." They walked down a hallway to another room. It was small, very small. So small that his mistress was right on top of her. "Sorry, this room was made for only one." The only thing in it was a window to another room with a speaker above it and a bar stool. They looked out the window. Other than the two naked men standing face to face, whose genitals were locked in a pillory, the room looked like any other ordinary recreation room. Large rugs, plants, paintings, a TV and even a pool table. Tweets could see that they each had one hand free and were masturbating each other. She stared in fascination at what she saw. His mistress was right next to her. "These two willingly submitted to this. Neither are gay nor have they ever touched another man before this." She paused to look at her, but Tweets still had yet to divert her gaze away from the window. "They can't see you; it's a two way mirror. Each one had told me that they would be willing to tease another one of my subjects as a sign of their devotion. I told each of them that I was pleased with their offering and would grant them a chance to cum. So what I did was come up with a devious plan. I told each of them separately that they would have to stroke a cock for an undetermined amount of time. If that cock went soft or came they would be punished. They were quite shocked when I put them together and told them that this is their chance to cum." Tweets didn't look away. "So one is trying to tease the other without letting him cum, but hoping he can cum while being teased." She could feel herself tingling as she listened to them moaning softly to each other. She'd never seen this before. Her nipples hardened and her crotch grew damp. "Bound by their libido." she whispered. "Yes. They always are. Fun isn't it. So desperate, so frustrated. Denial will break down any barrier. Besides I've been so busy that I had to come up with a way to maximize my time." His mistress could see the gleam in Tweets eyes as she watched them, even though she knew Tweets would deny it if she asked. "You know you're a natural. You have a hidden talent." Tweets felt her breast brush against her arm. "I could use some help around here. I'd teach you the ins and outs." Tweets could feel her breath on her neck as she spoke. She tried to turn to her, but she couldn't help but stare at the men. She felt her lips on her neck. "I'd love to have you around here. . .Helping. Think it over. Talk to your husband. Let me know." She could feel her eyes burning into her. They both looked out the to men. Gently pumping the others cock, staring at each other. Their legs beginning to quiver and their breathing labored. "They're not going to last much longer and it's time for me to disappoint them both." She let out a sigh. "Too bad maybe I'll let them try again next week." "Wait here." She worked her way out of the room. Tweets was now visibly excited by the display before her and began rubbing her legs together. His mistress walked into the room with the her pets. "Hello my playthings." She circled around them. "Are we having fun stroking cocks for their Mistress?" They shook their heads and mumbled "Yes Mistress." Tweets hiked up her dress and rubbed herself through her panties, which by now were soaking wet. "Mm, you two have pleased your Mistress today. So willing so devoted." She picked up a some lube and drizzled it onto their shafts and hands. "Here this should help. Feels so good doesn't it, bringing pleasure to my drippy little dicks." She circled again, stopping when she was facing the mirror. "Look at yourselves." Tweets pushed her panties down and slid a finger inside of herself. She looked up to see them all turn and look at her. It seemed as though mistresses eyes were looking right at her as she slid her panties off. She sat down on the stool and leaned back on the wall. Her legs opened wide, her fingers probing and massaging and her eyes fixated on his mistress. "Look my pets. Look at the pleasure you're bringing each other. If I were watching this erotic spectacle; I too would be touching myself. My hands caressing what is forbidden to you. Exploring myself in the most intimate manner. Giving myself the orgasm you so desperately desire." Tweets pushed her finger in further finding her special spot. Her other hand kneading the folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit. She listened as his mistress continued to speak, not to her pets, but to her as she pleasured herself. The hidden voyeur. "Look at yourselves. On display for pleasure. Not your pleasure. Stroking, pumping and jerking those cocks. Not out of desperation, but devotion. So devoted to my pleasure that you've forsaken your own." She pinched their nipples. "Oh the pleasure you're bringing. You have no idea. I'm sure. Perhaps one day it will be yours." All eyes were fixated on Tweets. Or so it seemed. She shuddered and tensed as she felt her climax envelop her in the booth just as mistresses pets in the other room started to quiver and beg for relief. Her head fell back and she let out a guttural moan as her fingers found their mark. When Tweets finally opened her eyes and regained her composure mistress was not with her pets and their hands were locked at their sides. Both of their cocks were so engorged that they had a purplish red glow to them. Their heads were limp and their chests heaved. She quickly stood up and straightened out her dress. No sooner was she done the door opened up and mistress popped her head in. "Enjoy the show?" All she could do was nod as she was still trying to compose herself from the spectacle that she not only witnessed, but mistress had slyly made her a part of. She led them back out to another room where she plucked an envelope out of a filing cabinet. "Here is everything you came for." Tweets took the envelope from his mistress. However, she held onto it for a second. Their eyes met. "Remember what I said. I'm serious. Let me know." Tweets grew flush at the prospect. "I...I'd uh...I'd have to think about it. I have a lot to do right now." she replied. She embraced her and their lips met. She crushed into her, her tongue invading his mistresses mouth. "Thank you. Thank you for everything and yes, yes I will let you know." "I think you already have." his mistress smiled coyly as she forced her still wobbly legs to her car. She got in her car and drove home. On the way she thought about everything she had done to make this happen. But most of all she thought of mistress...and the two men. Fascinated by what she'd seen. 'Bound by their libido.' she thought. The Visit Ch. 07 Her mind was wrapped up by what she'd seen. So desperate, so frustrated. So driven by their pent up lust. So committed to pleasing their mistress. 'How far would he have gone?' she thought to herself. 'How far did you want him to go and how far are you willing to take him?' a voice in her head answered. She found herself in her driveway. She was warm, hot almost. Her crotch was so wet and moist. Her nipples stiff against her bra. Just then she'd realized that she had never put her panties back on. She gasped and ran a hand down the side of her face. Letting out a burst of laughter she thought of the gift she left for his mistress. She wanted to be fucked so bad, so desperately. 'How did he last that long? How long had those two had gone to reach that point?' she thought. However, she knew that her fucking would have to wait one more night. She knew that she was going to have to get him ready for it all to turn out right. 'It was worth the wait.' she thought. She had her man back. The one she fell for long ago. She wasn't going to let him get away again. The cool night air whipped up under her dress and caused her to tingle as it hit her exposed hot and wet pussy. She made her way inside. The house was eerily quite as she walked in. Curiously she crept though the house to see where he was and surprise him with the gift she now had dangling from her neck. He didn't hear her drive up nor come in the house. If he did he would have stopped what he was doing, but he was in the bathroom off their bedroom oblivious to her arrival. She entered the bedroom to the sound of banging and his groaning. Peeking through the cracked bathroom doorway she spied him thrusting up and down. She swiftly covered her mouth to stifle her gasp. From what she could see he had suction cupped one of her dildos to the top edge of the bath tub and was literally pounding himself with it. Up and down, up and down. "Fuck me. Make me cum, make me cum. Yes, fuck me." he moaned. One hand held up his cage and the other was rubbing his perineum. Trying to find the spot she did the night before. "Yes, yes. Fuck me. Harder, harder." She watched for a minute or two. 'So desperate, so frustrated. Denial will break down any barrier.' his mistresses voice rang in her head. She was torn between excitement and anger. While she watched him it struck her that this was exactly what she needed to help her out. As his paced slowed she carefully went back to the kitchen. She waited another minute before opening the door to the garage and slamming it. "Honey! I'm home!" she waited "Honey!" She heard him in the bedroom. "I got a surprise for you." They met in the hallway. "Oh, there you are. Let me go to the bathroom and I'll show you what I got you." She kissed him hard and deep before pushing past him into the bedroom. He tried to hide the look of panic on his face. She went about her business and came back out as if nothing were wrong. She had him lay down on the bed and then she tied him down with scarves. She then dangled the key in front of his face. "How about a little fun tonight?" she cooed. He nodded yes eagerly. She took the cage off of him and put it aside. He started to stiffen almost immediately. "Let me get cleaned up and we'll get started. . .That's if you're still hard when I come back." she flashed him a devilish grin as she dimmed the lights and let her dress slip to the floor as she walked into the bathroom. She wondered if he even noticed that she had no panties on. 'Anything.' she thought. 'We'll see.' 'So close.' he thought. Finally. Release. Sweet glorious release. He panicked when he heard the shower turn on, but she didn't come back out. He had hidden the dildo between the inner and outer shower curtains. He prayed she missed it. Thinking of all he'd been through he tried to maintain his erection, but he couldn't. During her shower he went limp and hard again two times. Thankfully he was hard again when she came back out. She crossed the room like an apparition. Her naked body like that of a Greek goddess come to life. Without a word she climbed onto the bed. She sat herself down between his legs and smiled. "So hard." She traced a finger down his shaft. His cock twitched at her touch and he moaned in response. "So desperate. So wanting. Aren't you?" She continued to just barely touch his cock with her finger. Up and down. Round and round. "Yes." His voice was hardly audible. "Very. So very ready." "Yes, very ready. Mm. Let's find out." She used both hands now to caress his aching cock and swollen balls with the faintest of touch. "So very ready that you would do anything." Pausing to let her words sink in she increased the pace of her stroking. His eyes said it all. He didn't want to answer, but he would. For her he would. "Do you enjoy this? The desperation, the frustration, the longing for release." "Yes" he hissed. "I do enjoy this." "So do I. I've never felt so alive in my life." her eyes gleamed. "I've never been so turned on, so horny. Seeing a man so pent up with sexual energy, stored for my use whenever I seek it. I'm really going to enjoy being your key holder." "Wai. . ." he couldn't even finish his words as she purposely ran her palm across his head. "That's what you wanted right? The teasing, denial and chastity." She continued to tease his shaft with her finger nails. "Yes, but. . ." "And you wanted a key holder you could trust, right?" His cock leaked pre-cum freely as she grasped his aching rod fully and slowly stroked him from base to tip. "Well, yes. But. . ." "I trust you. So that's why I have no problem telling you that your Mistress offered me a job. I told her that I'd ask you, but you wouldn't mind since we trust each other. You do trust me, don't you?" She watched his breathing get shallow and listened to his voice begin to crack. "Of. . . course I. . .oh. . .oh. . . but. . . she. . . you. . .oh . . . please!" She deliberately palmed the head to keep him from talking. "And how could you not trust your wife. I mean if you didn't trust me you would have never wanted me take you the way I did on our honeymoon. So willing, not for me, but for you. So eager to give yourself away in that special way." She still hadn't changed her pace, slowly tormenting him, speaking in cadence with her stroking, letting her words sink in. "To trust me enough to cave into your darkest secrets, your desires, your dreams. This is all your dream right?" "Yes. . . No!. . .I mean. . . you wanted. . . I. . . for you. . .I. . .you. . .you." "Oh, me nothing. You practically attacked me on the last night. Remember? Not once since our wedding have you tried to touch my breasts or try to lick my pussy and look at how eager you were to spread your legs for me last night, begging me to fuck you till you came. What does that say about you? How am I supposed to feel?" She leaned in and lowered her voice. "And just what were you doing with that dildo hidden between the shower curtains?. . . Well?" She paused, gripping the top of his dick, her thumb began to circle the head. The look of dread and fear spread across his face. "Did you get down on your knees and worship it with your mouth like you did on our honeymoon? I thought you did that out of devotion, but now I think it was out of desire." "Pl. . .ea. . .se!" he was squirming and almost hyperventilating. "Shhh." She slid her had down his shaft. Then using her other hand gave another down stroke. Again and again. "And whose name were you calling out as you fucked yourself? Who had their cock buried deep inside of you? Hmm? Was it me?. . .Your mistress?. . ." She flashed an evil grin. "Or perhaps someone else you secretly desire?" "No! . .I. . ." she palmed his head again to keep him from answering. "Not no; yes. Yes. Yes! So tell me, really, who wanted what? Look deep inside yourself. How many times did you tell me 'anything', hoping it would be everything?" "I. . .I'm. . .not. . .I. . .wanted." He was now fixated on the cum boiling inside his balls and her hands that were slowly and steadily stroking his dick. She slid a finger to his ass. The lube still there was enough for her to slip in unopposed. "Yes, you wanted. I see what you wanted. I found what you wanted." She slowed her pace even more. Her finger moved deeper. "Is this what you were really hoping for tonight?" "Look at how wet you are. I can feel you trying to buck against my probing digit." He squirmed at her intrusion. "And didn't you say 'Whatever it takes; I'll do it for you.' on that last night?" "Yes, I. . ." He was getting close. So close. He tried to control himself. Hoping to finally orgasm before she had a chance to pull the rug out from under him. She however was one step ahead of him. "But we've been married almost a month and it's all been about you. What about me? Are you ready to grant me an 'anything' or do 'whatever it takes' for me?" "Yes. . .please. . .yes. . .Oh God yes. . .yes!" Just as he past the point of no return her hands disappeared. His cock spurted two or three times and his cum splashed onto him. "Oh Jesus. . . please don't stop. . .Please! ANYTHING!" After a few moments she started stroking him again. Slowly. Watching him whimper and beg as she brought him to the edge yet again. "Oh yes. . .Yes. . .Yes. . .Don't stop!" But she did stop. His aching cock spurted again. "Tweets. I'm begging you. Please. Please. What is it you want!?!" Again she waited before stroking him again. "This is what I want." "Wha. . .I. . .I don't get it." "Just as you enjoy the teasing, denial and chastity; I've found that I too enjoy teasing and denying. I enjoy watching you plead and beg for relief. I enjoy seeing my cock leaking and dripping." She paused as she watched his cock spurt again. "Most of all though I've found out that I enjoy controlling how much or how little pleasure you get." Again, she waited a moment before going back to work on his aching rod. "Please! Let me cum!" he begged. "Please finish it!" "One, don't yell at me! Two, you haven't had sex or even cum in almost a year. What do you think is going to happen when I finally allow you inside of me tomorrow? How long do you think you'd last? Could you think about my pleasure for once?" He tensed and convulsed again as she let go just before he spurt again. He grunted and groaned as if he were going to force the cum out of him, but after another spam or two it just dribbled out. "To. . .morr. . .ow!!" "Yes, dear. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll let you enter me. To pleasure me for once." She once again stroked his cock. "Tomorrow we can discuss our needs. Our desires. Tomorrow we can discuss how you will please me and how so important this is to your pleasure." She picked up the pace and took him right to the edge. She played with the head just enough to cause him to spurt on more time. She got up, put on a robe and left the room. When she did return some time later his cock was flaccid. She reached for his cage, but he began to buck and protest at her attempt to put the cage back on him. "No, please. Don't put that back on. I'll be good I promise. Please Please!" A swift slap to his balls put an end to his insurrection. "Be quiet or you'll end up with black and blue balls!" She got back up, blindfolded him and left the room. She came back in a few minutes and he felt something cold and hard being placed around his balls and then again around his shaft. It took no time at all for her to apply her contraption. "These are my cock and balls and I need them caged until I say otherwise and this should help you think about that tonight. Remember 'anything'! We'll discuss it all. . .Tomorrow." She took off the blindfold and untied him. He looked down at what she had done. There was a metal ring behind his cock and balls and another metal tube encasing his cock. They were connected with a spacer and pins like his other cage was. "They're called Kali's teeth. On the inside are rows of sharpened spikes, just waiting for you to get hard again. It took a while for me to design them the way I wanted them and I was hoping I would never have to use them, but you've left me no choice." Her voice sounded hurt, as if she was being forced to do all of this. "Anyway, it should help put things in perspective by sunrise. Now go!" As he was leaving she spoke to him. "You know I didn't want to cage you tonight, but you've betrayed my trust. If you wanted to get fucked all you had to do was ask. Did you think I would refuse you? Do you have secrets, wants or desires that you're afraid to tell me about? If so; that can only mean you don't trust me and this will never work so long as you can't trust me." She closed the door on him without waiting for an answer. He sat there; in the living room. Alone. Pangs of guilt coursed though him. He felt like a heel. So selfish. He could not believe how inconsiderate he had been. All she had done for him. He thought of them in college and all the times she would let him do whatever he pleased to her, in any manner, no matter how kinky or depraved. He thought of his mistress and her plan for him. He then thought of Tweets and what she had just said. He thought of his new device and how it was his own fault for having it on. He began wondering. Wondering why he was so passionate about the way they made love on their honeymoon. Wondering about last night when he ejaculated while getting fucked by her, how excited he was. Wondering about why he did what he did in the bathroom. Wondering why he didn't just ask her to fuck him. Wondering about 'anything'. He thought of the many times he said it. Wondering if he meant it. Wondering why he hadn't even asked her about her wants and needs. Finally, he wondered why he hadn't even tried to eat her pussy or at least beg her to let him inside of her when she freed him. Most of all he thought of how she made him feel now. So safe, secure, so comfortable. Her confidence and demeanor were comforting. Never before was he sure unsure of himself. So lost, so confused. His feelings so muddled. More than ever he would need her to help him sort out his feelings. His wants. His desires. He knew that he would have to make it up to her. He knew what he needed to do and when they talked tomorrow he would tell her. His balls ached like never before from all of the ruined orgasms as he tossed and turned, trying to sleep. 'Tomorrow' he thought 'Tomorrow she'll allow me inside her'. But that's not what went through his head. What he thought of was her taking him. As he did the teeth began to dig into his swelling shaft. The Visit Ch. 08 It was still dark out when he woke up. The pain was excruciating. The device digging its way into his swollen cock. He was bent over double as he struggled into the main bathroom and into the shower. The cold water did the trick, though it took longer than he expected. He tried to go back to sleep, but awoke again a short time later racing back into the shower. He spent the rest of the night trying to keep from getting hard, but the more he thought about his device the more excited he got. By the time the sun came up he had taken another shower and took a swim in the pool four times. He began breakfast when he heard her in the other shower. He was tired and cold from his restless night. Naked except for his new metal cage. Daring him to test its strength. Mocking his plight. He had just finished setting the table when she entered the room. Wearing nothing but a floral silk robe and simple necklace with a single key as a pendant. He spied her ample cleavage and long shapely legs. He fought off his urges as his cock began to stir. A nervous energy surged through him as when he first got up the nerve to ask her out to dinner. "Good morning honey." "Good morning!" she gave him a peck on the cheek and a long embrace. Her robe slid across the head of his dick causing an instant reaction. "Oh my. I'm sorry. I forgot you had your new device on." She let go and sat down. After he calmed down he served her breakfast and waited on her for the entire meal. She would purposely interrupt him while he was eating for any trivial thing she could think of. More coffee, more toast. Different jam. Another egg, a fresh plate. Judging his reaction. He jumped at every request without hesitation. When they were finished he nervously cleared his throat. "Tweets, I know you've been so good to me and I've feel bad about neglecting you. I mean. . . I . . . Well, you've done so much and I should have been more attentive to your needs. It's just that. . . Well, I know you would have liked our honeymoon better if we. . . You know. . . consummated it like. . ." "Like what? We did consummate it. Don't you remember our first night on the balcony?" she paused for a moment. "Did you forget that you asked me to take you, no, to fuck you, remember, to be your first?" she held out her coffee cup for a refill, which he did without a word. "And what do mean a better honeymoon? I loved our tropical paradise. Didn't you? I loved every moment. Giving my groom everything he asked for. Never refusing him once." Her tone began to change. "Night after night. Trying to satisfy him. Now would it have been nice to have gotten fucked half as good as I did you, but you weren't able to satisfy your bride like that were you? Did you once ask if you could at least use the strap-on? Once, just once?" He sat dumbfounded. "Did you? Did you once ask to eat my pussy?" "I. . ." "DID YOU?" "No." "No. Of course not. You were too busy enjoying yourself. Weren't you?" she leaned in and pointed a finger at him. "And don't tell me you didn't." He thought of the lust filled nights they spent together. When he, with all of his pent up passion, begged to be taken. "Yes." he said sheepishly. His cock began to swell and the teeth dug in quickly. "Yes, oh so selfishly. Just like before. Just like in college. Always about you." The previous night and his denial was taking its toll on his train of thought. "Tweets. . . I. . .Your right. . .I want to make it up to you. I just don't know. . .I'll do. . ." "Let me guess 'anything'!" she said coldly. "I. . .well. . ." "OK, how about I take a lover." "A what?" Panic spread across his face. "A lover. Your locked up and enjoying it. Are you not?" He nodded. "And you haven't yet to even asked to so much as touch me. Right?" He nodded again. "So why shouldn't I take a lover to keep me satisfied? Would you like that? Mm? Maybe you'd like to watch. Perhaps you'd like to clean your wife up when she's done. Would you? Would you like to be my little cuckold?" "God no!" he shouted. "NEVER!" "Good. Neither do I." she was so relieved he responded the way he did, both in his words and his tone. "Well maybe I could dress you up in some pretty outfits and frilly undies. Then I could parade you around the town as my little sissy boy. Would you like that instead? Mm?" "WHAT!?! No, Tweets, no! What are you saying?" "What I am saying is that we can now we can safely say that the word 'anything' can no longer be used when making amends. Right?" "Yes, I understand." He paused, thinking. "I could. . ." "Let me ask you something. What turns me on the most?" He stared blankly. She sat back and let out a huff. "How about my favorite position?" "Kinkiest thing I've ever done." Silence. "Let's make it easy. Color? Food? Movie? . . . No? . . . Nothing?" He fidgeted in his seat. He didn't want to say the wrong thing, but knew saying nothing was worse. He was broken. "Tweets, I know I probably don't deserve a woman like you. . .I love you. . .I want to please you, make you the happiest woman on the planet. I need you. You're my rock. This past year has been so trying and the only reason I'm getting through this is because of you. . . So. . . I want to make you happy and I'll do what it takes. Please. . .Give me a chance." She sat in silence sipping her coffee. How ironic she thought. Here he was apologizing for the year she had planned out. Oh well, c'est la vie. "Look, how about the job Mistress offered you? Is that something you'd be interested in? My paycheck would be more than enough to support us." "Yes, that would be something I'd be interested in. If your secure enough to know I'd do the right thing; by us I mean. You'd have to trust me on that. I saw things last night that made me so horny. I want to see more. Her pets, so eager, so devoted. Are you that devoted to me?" "Yes, of course I am!" "Mm, really?" she giggled as a devilish grin spread across her face. He laughed nervously in response. "We'll see. I don't think so, but we'll see." "Really, Tweets I am. Let me prove it to you. Please. I know I can. . . In fact I'll bet my orgasms on it." "Is that a fact? Tell me." she said as she leaned in and her face took on a mischievous look. He cleared his throat. "I would like you to be my key holder. As you said I'm selfish and perhaps with you as my key holder you could decide if I have improved enough to earn the reward of an orgasm. However long you decide it takes." "Mm, what if I decide that I'll need six months of you worshiping my body and soul without release for me to be satisfied?" "Fine." he said without hesitation. "A year." He swallowed hard. "Yes." "Mm. A year of hot steamy sex with your wife. All without any relief." She licked her lips then bit her lower lip. "All this on top of almost a year of denial. Ohhh and think of how close you were last night. So very close." She sighed and fell back in her chair. "Tsk, tsk, but your lust for my fake cocks got the best of you." She watched him closely and he could no longer hide the fact that his hardening shaft was now causing the teeth of his device to bite down hard. "You developed quite an affinity for them haven't you?" He felt his cheeks flush. She was right, but he was still unsure why. His cock grew harder and the teeth dug deeper. "Yes." he hissed. "It's ok. Really. I mean look at yourself. Your probably thinking of me standing over you, stroking my strap-on. Guiding your head onto my shaft. Not even kali's teeth can stop your desire." He was squirming in his seat. "I'll tell you what. As a token of my devotion to you I will fuck you with my strap-on every time I permit you to cum." He croaked out a thank you. By now he was almost doubled over at the table. "Go take a shower or jump in the pool. I'm going to get dressed and do some shopping. When I get back and if you've been good, we'll get that thing off you, but for now I think you need a reminder of what could happen if you are naughty." She mocked him with a condescending tone. "So naughty. Sneaking around and trying to make himself cum by fucking himself with my dildo." She wagged a finger at him. "Bad Hubby!" She giggled. "Now go cool off." He ran past her doubled over clutching his groin. She slapped his ass as he did, laughing. When he came back inside she was already gone. He set about cleaning up the house. All the while trying to digest what had happened this morning. Another year? She couldn't. She could. He wouldn't let that happen. She'll see. He thought of her working for his Mistress. He was consoled by the fact that he never even touched his Mistress and she only showed him her breasts once. 'Trust her.' a voice said to him. 'Right' he said to himself. She just said she didn't want a lover and she wanted him to fuck her and please her. Relax. He thought of how it all worked out. Or rather how it will, eventually. He'd gotten himself into this and now he was digging his way out. He would show her. In no time at all she would be releasing him regularly. Allowing him the satisfaction he would deserve. She'll see. She'd have no choice. He smiled, thinking of Tweets and how pleased she'll be. Later that day on the other side of town a different view of the mornings events were playing out. She met Mistress for lunch and they laughed like school kids as she explained it all to her. "Wait," said Mistress "he agreed to all that? Even when you told him you'd be wearing a strap-on if he was to cum?" "Yes. I don't think he realized that all he'll ever be getting for a long, long time will be jerking himself off while I drill him good." Tweets replied. Emphasizing her words and feigning masturbation with one hand and pumping her fist back and forth with the other; laughing. "How long will that be?" her eyes sparkled as she listened to Tweets. "Till he realizes what's going on and begs for something more. Then it's back to the negotiation table and I'll ask for something more in return." "You are truly wicked. I can't wait for you to start work! What do you want him to finally do for you?" She smiled wickedly as she sipped her wine. "It's not what I want him to do, it's what he's going to want to do for me." She put the wine down and slid her hand across the table grasping Mistress's. "Denial will break down any barrier." "You're so naughty. I'm free this afternoon. How about you?" "Mm, I think I'm going to my new job and spend the afternoon sucking up to my boss." "Good. You can pick up the panties you left behind last night." They both laughed as the got up and left the restaurant arm in arm. She called him from her last stop and told him that she would like a light romantic dinner, poolside and she'd be home in an hour. He hurriedly fixed up a chef salad. Set the table with candles and flowers, lit the tiki torches and tidied up. She arrived home shortly after he was done. Her greeted her with a long and passionate kiss. She wickedly stroked his exposed head. "How's my hubby? Been a good boy today?" He bit his lips as his cock began to swell. "I know I'm exhausted. My feet are killing me." "Go to the pool. I'll get you a drink and give you a nice massage." She gave him a pat on the ass as she walked by. He quickly finished up in the kitchen and in no time was kneeling before her and tending to her feet as she sipped her drink. She sat there in the light of the torches and thought of the afternoon spent in the arms of his Mistress. All the while droning on and on about going from store to store, fighting traffic and other shoppers. From his position he could not help but look up her skirt and notice she had no panties on. He tried to concentrate on her feet but his eyes kept returning to her freshly shaven mound. "Enjoying the view?" she asked as she brought up her free foot to toy with his cock. The pain. The excitement were all too much. "You. . .Your panties. . .You. . ." "Mm. I'd hope you notice. Is you cage too much for you?" "Yes. It hurts. . . so. . . much." "Did you ever get this hard when you looked at your Mistress's pussy?" "She never let me see it." "Oh, you poor thing! Ever?" She shook her head. "Well at least she let you jerk off for her. Tease yourself for her." "No. . .I was. . .couldn't. . .touch. . .my. . .self." "Oh, no! How terrible. That's such a turn on for me. To see a guy play with his own dick. Mmmm!" She pushed her thighs together and rubbed them. "My oh my. I get so wet thinking of it." "I'd love it if I could masturbate for you Tweets." "Really!?! You would? We can't have any accidents though." "No. I promise. Please. Let me do it for you." She had him stand in front of her as she unlocked him without taking the necklace off. So close to her, so very close. He had a fanciful thought of her actually taking him in her mouth, but she just sat back. He looked down to see his swelling member checkered with the dents from the teeth. "Kneel down and tease yourself for me." He eagerly complied. "Don't stroke it. Tease it. Get me horny. Show me how hot you can make me by playing with yourself." It took every fiber of his being to comply. Almost a year without being able to so much as touch himself and now he wasn't allowed to stroke himself. He spread his legs, kneeling before her, his fingers lightly dancing up and down his shaft. Desperation filled his eyes as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and began squeezing and releasing it. The other swirling beads of pre-cum around his head. "Look at you." Her hands slowly hiked up her skirt as she watched him. "So horny. So hard. I bet you've had a lot of practice at this. Playing with your cock. Wishing you had this." By now she was fully exposed, her legs spread wide. Fingers tracing over the shaven mound of her womanhood. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yes. Oh God yes." Without realizing it he brought up a finger covered in his juices and smeared his lips and then stuck it in his mouth and sucked it. "Holy shit! You're so fucking hot right now." Her fingers probed her pussy. "Yes, stroke it. Stroke it now. Stroke for your wife. Do you like it? Does it feel good?" "Yes. Yes. Yes!" One hand slid up and down his cock. The other cupped and massaged his balls. "Yes. Of course yes. Stroke it. Fuck your hand for me. Make love to it." She could feel herself rising to a massive orgasm. Her mind drifted back to the one she just received from his Mistress earlier in the day. She felt it building and building. "Yes, faster. Faster. Pump it. Pump it." Thinking not of what he was doing now, but of the things he would soon be begging her to do He fed off of her passions and felt his own cum boiling over in his sack. His hips began to buck, matching the thrusts of his hand. "Please, oh please. Let me jerk off for you. Let me tease myself for your pleasure." Her head fell back as her eyes rolled up into her head and mouth went slack. Her legs quivered and trembled; her toes curled as her climax washed over her. He too felt his own orgasm closing in on him. He raced to the edge like a runaway train. Hoping she would let him release. Closer and closer he sped. Waiting for her words to finally grant him his reward. Stroking until he could bear no more. His mind screamed as his hand fell away. She held up her drink to her forehead, panting, her eyes trying to focus. "Oh my God." She dipped a finger in her wet and swollen mound, bringing it to her lips. "That was great. You were great. Did you like that?" He knelt there, his throbbing member leaking like a sieve. Elated with the fact that he had pleased her so well. "Oh, yes dear. Very much. I'm so glad you enjoyed it as much as you did." She bolted forward and caressed his cheek like a mother to a child. "If you could do that for me more often I doubt it'll be anywhere near a year before I let you cum." 'I knew it!' he thought. 'I knew I could do it.' He was oblivious to the fact she was herding him like a lamb to the slaughter. "Absolutely, I can do that as often as you'd like. Every day in fact." She pushed her skirt down as she got up. "Honey, that was so good I'm not even going to lock up you back up tonight." 'WHAT!' his mind did cart wheels as he got up "Thank you." He served her a candle lit dinner and waited on her hand and foot the entire meal. His cock leaking and aching the entire time. She would playfully ask him to stroke himself during their meal if she noticed he was hard again. Once dinner was done she went skinny dipping while he cleaned up. She then had him sit on the diving board and stroke himself for her while she swam. "Stroke it nice and slow for your bride. Show me how horny you are for me." He thought he was the luckiest man in the world right now. Expertly teasing himself for her as she slid across the water, under the flickering light of the torches. "Edge for me. Get as close as you can for me. So good isn't?" While she did her laps she toyed with him. When she would swim towards him he had to stroke, when she swam away he could rest. Although she would take her time, barely moving, when he had to stroke; she would fly across the pool when he was to rest. After about a dozen laps he was hitting the edge before she reached him. She made him suffer though a few more laps before stopping. "Are you ready? I hope you are. You've made me so hot and wet watching you." She climbed out of the pool and dried herself off. "I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Wanting you, needing you, craving you. On top of me, inside of me, all over me. Taking my breath away, over and over. Again and again. Are you up to the task? Are you ready to make tonight all about me?" "Of course. I've been wanting this as much as you Tweets." he was aching and ready to explode, but he knew he would have to wait. He knew if he did what was expected she would give him what he'd waited so long for. She sauntered off and he followed behind, his eyes glued on her ass. Laughing to herself as she made her way into the house on to the bedroom. 'Too easy.' she thought 'Too easy.' She turned to him as soon as he entered the bedroom. He was shocked as she crashed into him, embarrassing him. Her hands ran through his hair as she kissed him passionately. His cock throbbed with a life of its own. She slid his cock between her legs and began to rub her thighs. His hands roughly explored her body. She could feel him squirm and writhe, desperate to control his urges. They continued to kiss each other for sometime before she broke away. "Do you want this?" She pushed her breasts together and pinched her nipples. "Are you ready to take me as you took me in college? Pleasure me as no man has before?" Her hands ran down her body to her pussy. "Show me. Fuck me good and hard, just like you used to. You remember my favorite position don't you?" She turned and bent over the foot of the bed, spreading her legs. He moved up behind her. His hands kneading her firm ass as his thumbs found there way through the soft folds of her moist pussy. He slowly guided his aching cock to her wet and dripping lips. He moaned softly, almost whimpering, as his head pushed into her. Suddenly, without warning she thrust back into him. He felt his knees buckling as he fought to keep from collapsing onto her. "I said fuck me not tease me. Fuck me hard! Now!" He grabbed her hips and began thrusting forcefully. She moaned in ecstasy. "Yes. Yes. Like that fuck me just like that. Fill my pussy." He bit his lip as he felt his orgasm building quickly within him. "Harder. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck your wife good. Yes. Harder. Harder." He crashed into her, faster and faster. "Yeah! Yeah! Fuck yeah!" Then without warning he pulled out. Confused she looked back to see him tensed up, not breathing. He appeared to be frozen. "Please tell me your not cumming already." She turned and stood up, her voice becoming stern and stoic. "Please tell me that this is all you can handle. For Gods sake; you weren't even in me two minutes." The Visit Ch. 08 "Tweets, I'm sorry. I mean all that stroking. . .You're just so hot. . .It's been so long." "So it's my fault you have no stamina?" "NO! That's not what I'm saying." "Do you have any plans on satisfying your wife? ANY?!?" "Yes. Of course. . ." "Really?!? All I wanted tonight was for my husband to fuck my brains out. Was I asking too much?" This was going faster than she ever expected. Her mind was racing to keep up with a plan that was close to spinning out of control. "No. . ." "Obviously I was." His head was spinning. "I'm so sorry. I'm just so horny. Maybe I could put on the strap-on like I did for you that. . ." "If I wanted that I would have called up one of my old girlfriends. . .Or your Mistress" She paused to watch the words take their effect. It was just as if she had actually slapped him. "Yes. . .That's right. Me and your Mistress; and I have you to thank for putting us together." She circled him before going to the bed and laying down. "She's really talented you know." She propped herself up on one elbow and spread her legs. Her free hand slipping down to her dripping slit. "Is that what you want?" "I. . .Uh?" "To be my girlfriend? My strap-on lover? I think you do." "No. I don't want to be a girl. I. . ." His head began to spin. "I never said you wanted to be a girl, nor do I want to make you one. . .But. . .You don't seem interested in pleasing me as a man should." She brought her wet fingers to her nipples and coated them with her juices. "And, like I said before, you have quite an affinity for my dildos." He started walking towards her. "No, no. Stay there. Just stand there and look. You don't get to touch. You seem more interested in letting me take you." Her fingers found their way back to her pussy. "I'll make you a deal. Ok?" He stood in silence, his cock twitching in front of him. He was unsure what he should say, if anything at all. "I want you to be my girlfriend for six months." A look of horror spread across his face. "Tweets, no. Please." "Relax, It's not what you think. Let me finish." "Tonight, I'm going to give you the best orgasm you've ever had. Guaranteed. In return you forfeit any chance to cum for he next six months. You will remained caged when I'm not around. You will be allowed to stroke yourself as much as you want when I'm with you. However, when we have sex you will be caged. . .I can't have my secret girlfriend getting a chubby on me now can we?" She winked at him and brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them. "After the six months, provided you have not had any accidents, I allow you to have all the blow jobs you can handle." Her heart raced at the prospect of his answer. She felt an orgasm building. His eyes said it all. She knew all he could think of was getting his cock sucked. Over and over. "Real blow jobs? That's it? No strings?" he responded nervously. 'Blow jobs.' he thought. Thinking of all the times she sucked him off and how good she was. "Yes. Yes. Just as I said. Tonight you cum. Then there's no penetration or relief for you, but just as I said before; when I get horny one of us is getting drilled and I better be happy when we're done. After the six months are up and I'm satisfied with your performance it'll be blow job city for you. As many as you want. Whenever you want. Full and satisfying." His hesitation is quickly subdued by his desperation and his need for release. He senses something is amiss, but his desires override any concerns he might be feeling. "OK." She had him lay down at the foot of the bed and raise his legs into a V. She secured each leg to the post that rose up from the corners. She then pulled each arm down and secured it to the bottom of the posts. Lastly, she propped his head up with a pillow. He lay there immobile and exposed as she walked out of the room. He was still hard and aching when she returned, naked except for her strap-on. His cock twitched impulsively as he spied the thick shaft between her legs bouncing in rythym to her movements. She unrolled a towel next to him exposing some latex gloves, lube, a magic wand, an oddly curved vibrator and his chastity device. "Oh yes." she said with a smile. She put on the gloves and then squirted some lube on his exposed sphincter. He tensed up as she worked it around with one finger and then pressed slowly at his puckering hole. He gasped softly as her finger pushed inside of him. "Oh, yes. You like that don't you?" She worked her finger in and out before adding another. "You like spreading your legs for me, letting me finger you, readying you, preparing you for what you want." "Yes." he hissed. "What you need." "Oh, yes." "Tell me." She worked in a third finger. "Please." "Mmm, Please what?" "Please. . .Fuck me." "Oh, yes. Fuck you. Yes." With her free hand she messaged his balls. "Beg. . .Beg to be fucked like a cheap slut." "Please, oh please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." "Is that what you want?" "Yes. I want to be fucked." "How?" "Like a cheap slut." She pulled her fingers out and he felt them replaced by the tip of her cock. She pushed in just enough to violate him but not enough to enter him. He tried in vain to buck his hips or put in himself but he was bound to tightly. All he could do was whimper. "Oh, poor baby. Are you dying to get your brains fucked out?" "Yes,pleeeeease!!!!!" he begged. She didn't push in, but instead began stroking his cock. "I bet this was your plan all along wasn't it? You never wanted to fuck me. You just wanted a cock in your ass, right? Well here you go!" "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, GOD!" He screamed as she released his cock on the up stroke and shoved in all 10 inches in one push. "This is what I expected from my husband tonight, but I guess this is what you really wanted." Her tone was soft yet firm as she raked her nails down his chest. Grabbing hold of his thighs she worked the dildo in and out of him. From the tip to the hilt and back again. Over and over. Increasing the pace ever so gently until after a few minutes she was pounding him for all she was worth. Pre-cum drizzled freely from his semi hard shaft as continued to pound his ass. "Take it bitch, take my cock, take it. So good. Fucking you feels so good." she moaned. "Please, baby please." he begged. He wanted her to come. He wanted to please her. He was so close himself. Ready to burst at the slightest touch or so it felt. She felt her orgasm surge up within her as she fucked his hole with total abandon. "Yes, yes. YES!!!" Tweets screamed as she slammed it in a few times more before burying it up to the base inside of him as she shuddered to a massive orgasm and collapsed on top of him. Tweets lay on top of him for a few minutes, catching her breath. She stood up slowly and pulled out of him. "Oh God that was good. I never dreamed that fucking you could be this good." She paused and then picked up the vibrator and lubed it up. "Now lets take care of you, but not a peep out of you, OK?" she said with a sly grin. "This should keep you busy while I get cleaned up." He felt her push it in his freshly fucked hole. He then realized the purpose of the odd shape. The tip came to rest right on his prostate. His mouth fell open in desire as she made sure it hit the spot. She then winked at him and turned it on. The sound was barely audible, but from his reaction one would think he was being electrocuted. She giggled as she watched his body tense up and he lost his breath. She was undoing the strap-on as she walked to the bathroom, wondering how long she would leave him there. His swollen gland was now the center of his universe. Pre-cum oozed out of his hardening shaft. It seem like forever as he waited, bound, helpless. He wondered how long she would be. He had no choice as to how much more he could take. He knew if he asked to stop she would; denying him this chance to cum. His cock jumped reflexively as she came back into the room. Not speaking or paying any mind to him or the massager in his ass she began to lightly stroke his dick. Ever so gently, barely touching him. He tried to squirm, but he was bound too tightly. "So, so desperate to blow your load." She swirled the pre-cum around on his head as she spoke. His breathing became labored and his body shook. "Not yet though. We're not done." She continued to tease and stoke his shaft. Watching him closely as he got to the edge. Then without warning she stopped. She then leaned in and began blowing on his cock. "Let's cool you down for minute. We wouldn't want any accidents now would we?" She paused and looked at him with an evil grin. "Not with nineteen more edges to go." His head crashed back into the pillow. She watched as his lip began to quiver. "P. . .p. . .p. . .please" he whispered, barley audible. "But I'm having fun." she pouted. "Why would you want to deny me?" She smacked his balls. Her tone changed. "Are you trying to deny me? After all I did for you tonight?" She smacked them again. "Well?" "No! NO!" His voice began to crack. "I'm just so horny, so desperate. I don't know what I'm saying. Please, I want to please you. Make you happy. I ache so bad." She put a finger to his lips. "Shh!!" She hissed as he began to whimper. She felt his lips quiver on her finger. Her other hand began to tease him yet again. "Is that what you really want? To cum?" He nodded. "So you'd deny deny me the chance to tease you? Deny you? Make you crazy with lust for me?" Toying with his cock she let her words sink in. "You would do that to me?" He shook his head and tried to fight off another edge. She stopped and let him calm down for a minute before starting again. "Silly. Silly. Wanting to cum. . . I was wanting to get fucked tonight but that didn't happen. Did it?. . .No. It didn't. What happened was I had to work my ass off for an orgasm. You. . . On the other hand, lay there and got a good fucking and now you want me work some more to get you off. Some how that doesn't seem fair; does it?" "Tweets, I wanted to . . ." was all he could get out as she palmed his head. "But you couldn't." She started lightly stroking him again with one finger. "All I wanted was to be taken like any woman would like to be, but you've denied me that and taken that for yourself." She worked his shaft between her fingers as she spoke. "Now you wish to deny me the pleasure of keeping you frustrated and horny." "No, Tweets,no!" he tensed as another edge to hold and she stopped working. "You say no, but your body says yes. How is any of this fair when my husband gets fucked better than his wife? What about me for once? When do I get my brains fucked out?" "Please, Tweets. Whatever you want. Anything you ask." She started stroking again and an evil grin spread across her face as her mind clicked into high gear. 'Anything. Well, it's sooner than expected, but I could make this work. He enjoys this and in time hell enjoy the other things he'll have to do for my amusement, my pleasure.' She giggled, but quickly snapped back to the here and now by his approaching climax. "No, no, no. Not yet!" The pleading desperate look in his eyes told her she could pull this off. She looked closer and she could see that his eyes were beginning to water up. She ran her hands up and down his body and after a few minutes went back to his cock. "If I let you cum tonight can I have until the morning to tell you what I expect from you?" "Yes, of course. Absolutely!" "Good." She tightened her grip on him and stroked faster. The buzzing in his ass was clouding his judgement. She felt him begin to tense up and tremble as he neared another edge. "Should I stop?" He shook his head no. Realizing the implications of his answer. "Good boy. Just for that I'm going to give you a little treat." She picked up the wand and turned in on. She placed it on the base of the prostate wand and then ever so slowly dragged it up between his legs. Stopping only when its vibrating head was opposite the one inside him. His eyes clinched shut and his lips trembled as she circled his prostate from the outside and stroked him with her fingers tips. "How bad do you need to cum?" she whispered. His face was contorted with sexual agony. His words were almost gibberish, but she understood them. "Oh God, please. So bad. Whatever you wish. Whatever! Please, anything." He couldn't see the gleam in her eyes as she circled her free thumb and index finger around his dick and began to stroke. "It gets me so hot seeing you this horny." The wand and the vibrator were enough, but her hand put him over the edge. Soon his breath was erratic and labored. Quickening with each stroke. Closer and closer. He prayed that this time she wouldn't stop. Faster, but lighter with each stroke. He convulsed as the first spasm forced the first shot from his dick. It landed on his cheek, but all he cared about was that she continued to stroke him. He trembled and shook as she worked him over. "Remember your promise." was the last thing he remembered hearing. After about the third or fourth spasm his eyes rolled back and didn't even realize he had lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes it was light out. He was on the bed, untied and under the blankets. 'How? What?' He tried to remember, but all he could do was remember was when he finally started cumming. He felt his face and the first glob was still there dried and crusted. He half laughed. 'Sleep in my eyes and cum on my face.' Slowly he shook the cobwebs out of his head. He reached under the blankets and was shocked to feel that she had put the kali's teeth back on him. He looked over at the nightstand and that's when he saw the envelope. He reached over and opened it. Good Morning, I'm guessing you enjoyed yourself last night. I know I did. You're probably wondering about your cage right now. Well, I figure that you're going to be a bit less compliant now that you've cum, so until I deem otherwise it stays on. It will also help me with my next point, which is you keeping your promise. Remember the phrase 'Whatever you want. Anything you ask.' or 'Whatever you wish. Whatever! Please, anything.' I do and I plan on making sure you do anything I ask or whatever I wish. Tonight I have something special in mind for us when you get home. You and I are going to take a drive downtown where Mistress and I will be handling your next visit. Tweets. He felt trapped, gripped with fear. However, the teeth digging into his swelling cock told him that was actually looking forward to the visit.