8 comments/ 108257 views/ 6 favorites Tracy By: Jack Gates I opened the door and there was a young female leaning against my door post. 'Yes?' 'That's not the way to greet your long lost Daughter, Pops! Names, Tracy!' 'Excuse me! I do not have a Daughter. I have never had a Daughter and while I am on the subject, no thanks I do not want a Daughter, Good-day!' I went to close the door on her and she cried out! 'Daddy! No! Mum's name is Wendy Hunter and you are Arnold Hunter, right?' 'You have been reading the local telephone directory. Nice try. Do you go, or do I call the police?' 'My Mum had a birth mark on her right breast and she was born in Sheffield and has a Sister whose name is Diane and she lived in Huddersfield.' My knees started to shake, it was my turn to lean on the wall of the lobby. What she just told me could not have been read in any directory. Every word was true! I stood back and spluttered, 'You had better come in then.' She grinned and said cheekily, 'Don't I get a kiss Hello! Daddy?' She passed me in the tight hallway and the haversack she had on her back ripped my shirt open and tore a button off, much to my annoyance. The shirt was only ten years old. 'Hey! Careful!' She laughed and cried, 'Oh! What a big hairy chest you have, Daddy!' Embarrassed, I tried to cover myself up, but she laughed even more so I ripped the shirt off in temper. She came across and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, accidentally on purpose scratching my right nipple. I lived in a bachelor pad which had two bedrooms, one I used as a study which was easily converted into a bedroom in an emergency. That emergency was looking at me sexily and still caressing my chest. I drew away, and asked, 'Where are you staying, Tracy?' 'I have just come down from Huddersfield. Aunt Diane died of Lung Cancer, Daddy. Her relatives sold her house from under me and turned me out onto the streets. I traced you in a cyber-cafe and here I am. Don't you like me?' 'You can't stay here, I don't have room for you!' She shrugged off her pack in the hall and followed me into my bedroom where I took a clean shirt out of a drawer. She sat on my bed on my king-sized bed and bounced up and down on the mattress. 'There is plenty of room in this bed, Daddy? Do you snore?' 'How the hell do I know if I snore or not?' 'Are you always this grumpy, or is this your Saturday Matinee?' I burst out laughing, she was so damned sexual and infectious. I could not believe I had sired someone so beautiful. There was a lot of her Mum in her. A Mum who had walked out on me to return to an old flame. Twenty-two years ago! The girl on my bed was a woman! My Daughter! My Daughter Tracy. 'What do want me to call you? Daddy or Arnie?' 'Call me daft if you think I am going to take you on. A woman your age should be married and have kids of her own in a two up, two down Council semi. In Huddersfield! ... Not here annoying me!' 'Woweee! Not only hairy, you are a ferocious bear!' She was now laying on my bed, on her back with her legs wide open and back. I could clearly see the mound of her pussy through her track-suit bottoms. 'Don't do that, Tracy!' 'Do what, Daddy?' She put her hand down teasingly over her mound which stirred up some feeling between my own legs. 'Display yourself like that!' 'You are embarrassed! You are not used to members of the opposite sex laying seductively on your bed, are you, Arnie? Do you think I am seductive, Arnie?' 'I think you are behaving like a slut, Tracy.' 'Do you want me to take my clothes off and show you how a slut really behaves when she has a lovely hunkie man like you in her sights. You are not a virgin unless I am the original immaculate conception! You must have fucked Mummy or was I the folly of your wild youth?' 'Don't talk like that! It doesn't become you!' 'You do not know me, Arnie! I have had twenty-two years of life and you have been a total stranger. I found you inside one hour on a strange computer in a strange shop in a strange town and I found a strange man who thinks he knows how I should behave!' 'The strange door is there. Maybe you can find your own strange way out, Stranger!' 'Woweeee! You do have a short fuse! You do think I am seductive. I can see you do. Do you have incest in your mind, Daddy?' 'Come, you can help me make you up a room.' 'You want me to stay then?' 'As you say, you are my Daughter. I will not throw you out unless you give me cause.' 'How bad will I have to be to give you cause, Daddy? Her smile was even sexier and I was at a loss how to handle it. Any other woman, I would have it in my tiny mind that she was asking for a length of my cock. She followed me into my den and I was aware of her perfume, her closeness, her comeliness. I had been too long without sex. She went and sat at my computer which I had left switched-on to answer the door, it was on standby and she moved my mouse which brought it back to the offline Literotica program I was working on as an editor. There was a page of a very sexy story I was editing. Her eyes scanned the page. 'Daddy! What's this? You dirty, dirty, Old Man! " She read out aloud from the screen, 'Sally was bent over the table, her skirt up and her knickers down to her knees and Albert her Daddy was standing behind her with his huge cock in his hand, aiming it at her juicy cunt! There was a secondary target in view, Sally's beautiful shapely ass, and puckered anus." ' She whirled round and looked at me, the cheeky grin back on her face. 'I don't think I can stay here, Daddy! Seems you are into some very naughty things here. It must make your cock very hard and horny when you read things like that, Daddy!' 'I am an Editor. I edit other peoples stories to get them ready for publication on the internet.' 'What type of story is this one?' 'Incest/Taboo.' 'About Daddy's fucking their Daughters? Do you want to fuck me? Are you going to write a story about me? About you, fucking me?' She was blushing when she said it, and her breasts were pert and her nipples dimpling her jersey. I felt my cock begin to thread its way through my underwear. My secret answer was, Yes, Yes, Yes! She said it for me. 'You do want me, don't you, Daddy! Your prick has grown terribly hard! You want to fuck your Daughter, don't you?' She stood up and quickly stripped down her pants and knickers and stepped out of them and her shoes. Her pussy was clean shaven. This wasn't happening! The stories I had written, the stories I had edited about Fathers fucking Daughters and here it was happening to me in real life. I just stood there! Petrified! She bent over and relinquished her knickers from the folds of her pants and stood up and moved quickly over to me. She grabbed hold of my cock and a fair portion of my slacks and pushed me back until I fell onto the studio- couch against the back wall. Then she covered my nose and mouth with her wet smelly knickers. I was turned on and scared stiff! 'Breathe in Daddy! Smell my cunt juices, Daddy! Your Daughter has the hots for you, Daddy! Open your mouth and taste my juices. Go on! You know you want to. Pretend you are Albert and I'm Sally, You are standing behind me with this big cock in your hand. The big cock you fucked my Mum with. Can you remember her, laying there with her legs wide open for you Daddy. You didn't know, I your Daughter, Tracy, was amongst all those millions of seeds this hard big cock of yours pumped into her pussy, did you, Daddy? Poor, poor Daddy. What goes around cums around. Now it is my turn to have this big cock of yours pumping cum inside my cunt, Daddy. Can you still pump out so many seed? Or should I say Pump in? Oh! Daddy will you stop making your Daughter so horny!' Her hands had been very busy and she had unzipped my flies and exposed my rock hard cock. She dropped to her knees between my legs and started to lap with her wet warm tongue the shaft of my rampant appendage. 'Oh Mom! Mommimio! You sure did pick'em big, Ma! Do the women you write for know you have one this size? Why haven't you got a woman, Daddy? Are you gay? I bet there's hundreds of nice young men who would love to have this baby up their bumikins.' 'Yes, I am gay. I hate women, especially Daughters who seem to have no morals.' 'Daddy! Oh My God! You can't be gay! I won't let you be! From now on I will see to it that you stop fucking young boys and only fuck women and your Daughter, Tracy.' 'What! No boys at all? What about young men? Surely I can have a few of them? Oh! Easy, watch your teeth, that was sore?' 'What stories do you write?' She said when she came up for air. 'All sorts, mostly anal or incest taboo, why?' 'Did you ever fuck Mum in her ass?' 'That is a bit personal, Tracy. Yes, I did.' 'Did she like you doing it to her? You are a big boy! It must have hurt her.' 'I should imagine it did. A pain in ones ass is one of the joys of ass-fucking, your Mum said she cum a lot harder when I fucked her in her ass.' 'Have you ever been fucked in your ass, daddy?' 'Yes.' 'And? Don't you dare leave it there!' 'Your Mum invited some friends to the house for a meal. They bought booze with them and things started to develop towards playing adult games. I lost all my clothes in a game of anything-goes-strip-poker. If I lost again it was to be a forfeit. I lost again and for my forfeit your Mum told me to suck the other guys cock. Which I did. She lost, so she lost her one remaining garment, her knickers. When she lost again she was told to lick the other woman's pussy. Which she did, eagerly. My next forfeit was to take the other guy in my ass. It finished up by swapping wives for the rest of that night.' 'Did you fuck the other woman in her ass?' 'Yes I did. Your Mum got it up her ass from the other guy. Just before you ask your next question, Tracy. They were your Mums friends, not mine. I thought we were just going for a boring night out.' 'Are we going to fuck? Can I take my clothes off now? Please, Daddy. Use me like you used Mummy. In every way. I want to act out some of your anal stories. Will you let me read all the things you have written? I was already naked down to my belt as I had not put on my shirt. Tracy unclipped my belt and started to pull my slacks off. I lifted my bum and felt the coolish air as she went up again and gripped my boxers and pulled them down and off me too. Just leaving my socks. I reached down and pulled them off and threw them into her face. I was naked. She knelt up and pulled her jersey off and I unclipped her bra. She was a chip off the old block, right enough! Like her Mum, Tracy had fantastic tits! Very firm, really did not need a bra. Like her Mum her areola were large and expanded when excited like pigmented ant hills capped with almost sharp bullet-like nipples. Her stomach was flat with a tight six-pack as if she worked out. Her pussy was one out on its own. As I said, the mound was cleanly shaven and the lips of her pussy were quite small and the inner lips were protruding through the outer labia. There was a moistness like male pre-cum. She had already given me a pre-pussy odour sample from her knickers, but my mouth watered, I wanted to taste that juicy morsel. 'Sit on my mouth, Tracy. Let me taste you.' Back came her cheeky grin and she quickly got astride my face and lowered her pussy down with her facing my feet. I stuck my tongue out to meet her and she quickly moved for ward over me and my tongue made contact with her anal button instead of her love grotto. I heard her laughing faintly as her thighs tightened around my head and she started to fuck my mouth with her anus. Then her mouth went down over my cock again. It was very, very obvious that my Daughter was no stranger to sex. Fucking her Daddy was probably just another rung up the ladder she was climbing. At that point in time I was not complaining. Saying that, I was wondering whether this was the way a man normally greets a Daughter he did not know he had less than half an hour ago! The problem was, I still did not know where her Mother was. I had not heard from her since our divorce. Good Lord! That was seventeen years ago! Tracy and I still had a lot to tell each other. So many years to fill in. 'Fuck me Daddy! In my ass if you want to. I am due my period so if you want to put your cock into my pussy, you had better make it quick. I did manage to get a quick lick at her pussy as she pulled away, it tasted alright to me. Reminds me of that joke, 'What do you call a connoisseur of pussy licking who switches to licking assholes? A conna-sewer! You are right, it is bad taste. Tracy, being in sympathy with my senior age, rolled me onto my back and acted as pilot for my cock. It was a warm, wet, snug fit. Tighter than I was expecting. It has been a long time since I fucked a woman who had not yet had kids. They are so tight! Once a woman has started a family it is like riding a cycle in and out of a bus garage. These are the ladies who preach, 'Size counts!' They spend the rest of their lives trying to earn a bus-pass. What we want is bigger and better buses, hey! Ladies? She was a naked beauty, no mistake. Looking up at her, short cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, she takes after me for both. After her mum for facial beauty. Her breasts were a tit suckers fantasy-dream. So proud! So feminine. I put my hands around her and gripped her as cheeks, her naked bum. I felt my testicles raising themselves up tight to my shaft, my little nuggets of fertility, aching with the desire to cum, the feeling was immense. I started to think of the sexy story I was editing and the time it would take me to complete in minutes and seconds, thinking of anything rather than my imminently exploding, shooting, ejaculating nuts. At that moment, for me it was like being in a car, careering down a steep hill with a canyon on my right and a cliff on my left with no brakes. I had already committed a cardinal sin, giving my Daughter my sperm was prompting thoughts that I should not have been on such a perilous road in the first place. I could have been out when my Daughter called. I was jarred back to reality when I heard Tracy distinctly say, 'I'm cumming, Daddy! Our juices were mixing in Mother Nature's juice mixer' Myself? I shivered with a mixture of, wow! ... fear! ... joy! and sorrow. I unlinked my penis from Tracy's vagina and we pulled apart momentarily and the we were locked in a warm, loving embrace. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her ears, her neck and each nipple, which she aided and abetted by using her hand under her breasts to feed me the milk of Daughterly love and kindness. In all my miserable life I had never felt so much heart-felt love and devotion to anyone. The Love I was feeling was awe inspiring. It was though we had changed roles. Tracy had become my Mother and I her baby! We were content to lay in each others arms and sleep. The awakening. She was standing in the middle of the room. The sunlight catching her statuesque beauty, I lay there looking at what I had spawned from my loins and marvelled what a miracle human nature was. She was so comfortable with her nudity. 'Hello, Daddy! Are you awake? What do you want me to do now?' 'In you twenty-two years have you ever used a douche for vaginal hygiene?' 'No, never, Daddy. That's using a syringe thing to wash out my pussy, isn't it?' 'Yes, your asshole too. If you want to treat your ass like another pussy, then you have to learn how to prepare yourself for anal sex.' 'Why do men have this thing to fuck women up their asses, Daddy?' 'I guess the honest answer to that one is because her ass remains tight and gives him a fantastic fuck! When a woman has children the vagina gets stretched and a guy don't get so much feeling when he fucks her. A lot of women realise this and willingly surrender their bums to hold onto their men.' 'What about the guys who fuck their Mothers, if what you say is true?' 'Maybe it is because they are quick firers, they shoot their sperm when they try to get it into a tight hole. By screwing their Mums, they last out longer.' 'So they do not fuck their Mothers up the bum, then?' 'As I have never personally been in that position, Tracy. I cannot answer that one truthfully.' When you write your incest/taboo stories, do you have your Sons fucking their Mums in their tight assholes? Bet you do!' 'That is fiction, not fact.' 'Are you a quick firer, Daddy?' 'I hadn't used to be. I have not had sex for a long time. When I did have it, it was with an older woman. I had no problems with her.' 'Did you have her bum?' 'Yes, I did. Have you been fucked in your ass, Tracy?' 'I guess I fell into that one. The answer is yes. I had a boyfriend who was a sex fiend. When I had my periods he would turn me over and force his cock into my bum. I stopped him doing it and made him use a condom and lubrication. I liked it better after that. I never once tried to physically stop him from doing it. Since then the odd guy as bent me over backwards and given it to me that way. I have never refused to have anal. Have you ever rimmed a man or a woman, Daddy?' 'Yes, I have, both!' 'Will you do it to me, now!' 'You know where that would lead? I would prefer it if we started how we mean to go on. You go into the loo and wash out you pussy and your bum. You will find a douche in there. Just fit it to the taps and squat on the loo. Adjust the heat of the water to suit yourself. Do you want me to use it first to show you how it is done?' 'Would you, Daddy? I think I would like that!' I took her hand and led her into my bathroom. 'Can I have a quick pee first, Daddy?' 'Sure you can, Love!' 'I love it when a man watches me having a pee. Have you ever drank pee, Daddy?' ' No, I haven't. I suppose you have, you seem to have done most things.' 'You must have edited stories about it or written about it yourself?' By this time she was perched over the loo with her legs either side of the pan. Less than an hour ago I did not know this girl existed on Earth. Now my Daughter was standing naked over my loo trying to pee. 'Do you want me to turn my back so you can get started?' 'Think you will have to, Daddy. I am nervous!' I turned my back although I could still see her in the mirrored wall tiles. She was so beautiful. Her mum all over again. I heard her start to pee. ' Have started, Daddy. Sit down on the floor and watch me pee.' I grabbed a towel and dropped to my knees on it. Tracy used her fingers to spread her labial lips apart so I could see her urine spurting into the pan. 'Put your fingers in here Daddy and taste me, see if you like it?' I hesitated and she put her own hand under herself and she whispered, 'Close your eyes and open your mouth, Daddy.' I did and felt her wet fingers touch my lips and tongue and was instantly aware of the briny taste of her warm urine. 'Lay down, Daddy.' I knew what she wanted to, but I still lay back and she came over me and her pussy aroma suddenly came close to my nostrils. 'Open your mouth for me, please, Daddy.' I opened my mouth and it was immediately filled with her warm pee and I was forced to swallow. I had never done this before and it was a completely new experience. Suddenly, I had the impulse to press my lips to her vulva and drink deeply. I gripped her ass cheeks tightly and let her finish, swallowing every drop. It developed on into cunnilingus, I suctioned and licked desperate to get all her feminine tastes and nectars into my mouth and then I felt her hot wet mouth engulfing my hard cock! We were both out of control now, completely wrapped in our own animalistic needs. We were male and we were female with the wish to merge as one and all the universe was blotted out. Right or wrong did not have a place in what we wanted from each other. When she wet a finger and pressed into my anus, I did the same to her. The action just multiplied tenfold the passions of the moment. Without even thinking about it we knew it would end up with us fucking each other to culmination. I mounted her, there on the bathroom floor and she received my penis into the folds of her womanhood with a deep happy sigh. She had been asking for my physical love since entering my humble abode. Her legs were wide open to take me and then she locked them around me and urged me in and up inside her by goading me to take what she had to and wanted to give. Tracy Paradise can be reached in many ways. Along many paths, into many, sometimes illegal avenues. We were consenting adults, we both knew that. We all have the right to do what we like with our own bodies and with the full consent of others. Fucking isn't new. Its been happening since time began. The male species will find a willing orifice, whether its real, human, or just imaginary. It is the natural instinct of the female to cater for the needs of man because the needs are within her too. Sometimes just as strong. Tracy and I reached paradise, together. We continue to look for utopia now that our hearts and desires have become united. We bonded then, we are bonded now, ten years later. Tracy Tracy, my wife, was rapidly approaching 40. The closer her birthday got the more depressed she got. She started crying for no reason at all. To hear her tell it she was almost ready for the old folk's home. Nothing I did seemed to help. In the end all I could do is hold her and whisper loving words to her. In truth she is anything but ready for the old folks home. Girls half her age are jealous of her. Even after having three kids she has managed to keep her 35B, 24, 35 figure. When she goes bra-less there is no sagging. And you can see her intelligence in her face. Anyway, I know she will get over this senseless worry about age sooner or later. Sooner I hope. But I have another problem to deal with. What am I going to get her for her birthday? I have a reputation for picking out just the right present. It never mattered what it was, a dress or piece of jewelry or something else, I always made the right choice for that particular occasion. But here I was, stumped. What do you get someone who feels OLD, but isn't? If I didn't come up with something pretty soon it was going to add to her depression. It was about three weeks till her birthday party and I was beginning to have trouble functioning. I couldn't get it out of my mind. What am I going to get her? One day, since my work was suffering, I ate lunch at my desk and continued working. I had my intern Rob join me and we kicked around some ideas for the files we were working on. Rob is one bright college kid. He's going to go far. He is a very handsome twenty year old black. He's over six feet tall and well muscled. He has an engaging smile and a deep mellow voice. Rob has been my intern for the last two summers. Since he graduated from high school. Believe me, he wouldn't have been invited back if he weren't good. Rob and I have developed a good working relationship and have even become friends, in spite of me being twice as old as him. We maintain contact during the school year and he comes in on breaks to keep up on business. I've had him to my house several times for parties. We both look forward to working together once he graduates and starts working here full time. "Hey." I looked at Rob and realized he had been talking but I hadn't heard a word. "You haven't been here all morning. For as much work as we're accomplishing we might as well be in the pool with a cold beer." I smiled at him because I knew he was right. He went on, "You haven't been yourself for a couple of weeks now. Care to share the load with a friend?" "Yeah, Rob. I would like to share my problem with someone. But I don't think someone of your youth would understand." It was his turn to laugh. "Well, OLD man, I just might surprise you with my insight into OLD people's concerns." We were both laughing by then. I told him that Tracy's birthday was coming up, which he knew because he had been invited to the party. I told him I hoped none of the guests brought gag gifts that would make her feel old. Then I told him of my problem in finding the right gift. Rob was well aware of my uncanny ability to make the right gift selection, so he knew I was seriously bothered. "What are you thinking of, clothes, jewelry, vacation?" "That's just it. I don't even have an idea of where to start. Tracy will be forty and she is afraid it means she is over the hill. I need to get her something that will make her feel as young as she looks." We discussed several things, but they were all the usual stuff and just didn't have the right feel. Then Rob suggested a convertible and proceeded to get wild, all the way up to a yacht. We were both having a good relaxing time, laughing at his outrageous suggestions. Then he said, "How about a young stud?" "Well that would certainly be a surprise. But how would that make her feel younger?" "What you need to do is find a twenty year-old black guy with a big cock that would fuck her brains out." "You wouldn't happen to know of any such man would you?" "Gee, I could check with my friends and see if any of them would like to bed a beautiful older white woman. One that leaves you breathless when she wears one of those lightweight tops and no bra." "You know, Rob, you might just have something there. The only problem is, if I brought home such a present it wouldn't make her feel younger. For that to work whoever the guy would have to want to do it just because he's attracted to her, not because I wanted him to." Rob really cracked-up then. He's always liked my sarcasm. After spending almost an hour talking and laughing I felt refreshed and suggested we see if we couldn't get some work done. We completed more work that afternoon than I had been able to do in the last week. We didn't solve my problem, but at least I got my mind off of it long enough to do some real work. That mood lasted into the next week. But then the worry returned. Now I had only twelve days till the party and still not an inkling of what to get Tracy. I was half listening to the radio on my way to work when Rob's outlandish suggestion popped into my head. I was surprised when it occurred to me. My experience has been that when a thought pops up like that it has some merit. I told myself that it was silly and I'd better get to thinking for real. After that first time, the idea of some young stud fucking Tracy kept jumping into my mind. Let me tell you, I immediately rejected it each and every time. I mean, it's not like I would really even consider such an idea. With just three days till the party Rob and I were having another working lunch. He knew I was still troubled and unable to think clearly. It seemed that I couldn't do anything right. I made one mistake after another. When I knocked over my coffee cup Rob sat back and said, "OK, that's enough. We're not really accomplishing anything. We're just spinning our wheels." I sat back in my chair. "You're right Rob. I just can't concentrate. I've only got three days left. Two and a half now and still brain dead. I'm so desperate I've even been thinking of your idea of giving Tracy a young black stud for the night." "Well give me the form so I can apply." I gave him a sharp look. Over the years we've gotten close enough to speak freely with each other, even making jokes about screwing each other's woman, but this might be stretching things a bit. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was afraid he might have gone too far. We sat there looking at each other. I'm pretty sure he was calculating the damage he had done to his career. I was surprising myself by thinking that Rob might actually be just the right gift for Tracy's fortieth birthday. We must have sat like that for ten minutes before I cleared my throat. My words were kind of strangled when they came out but there was no mistaking what I was saying. "You don't need to fill out an application Rob. I know you'll do a great job." It was a few minutes before I realized I had said you'll do a great job, and not you could or would do a great job. When I realized I meant every word of it I smiled at Rob. As an executive, I'm used to making decisions and living with the consequences. Once I make up my mind the matter is settled. The unease in the pit of my stomach was just something I would have to live with. Jealousy was another matter. But I decided I would get over that too. Rob gave me a funny smile, "You can't be serious!" "I think I am Rob. I think Tracy could get over her doldrums if you made love to her, or fucked her brains out as you so delicately put it. The more I think about it the more it seems like the right present." "Look, man, I would love to get into your wife's pants, but I like and respect you too much to throw away our friendship over a piece of ass. I know I suggested the idea, but I was joking. Remember, I also suggested cars and yachts. And you said yourself that it wouldn't work if you brought home a stud as a present." "I know Rob. I'm not going to take you home as a present. You're coming by invitation. And I hope that as a friend you will convince Tracy that you are hot for her. Not because I asked you to be, but because you are truly attracted. My present to her will be to let her have you." "Oh man. I'm not sure this is a good idea. I'm really not comfortable with it." "I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect myself. But I do think it's what Tracy needs. I think we're the only couple in our group that at least one partner hasn't been unfaithful in all the years we've been married. I married Tracy for better or worse and I think having a guy half my age fucking her is about as worse as it can get." "You sound serious." "You know me, Rob. You know I'm very serious. We've always been honest with each other and now is not the time to change. It hurts me now just to think about it and it will hurt more when you're doing it, but I'm also turned on by the idea. Don't ask me why because I don't understand why. All I know is that for the last several days every time the idea entered my head I got hard." "Shit, you're not the only one!" That got us both to laughing. Once I had made the decision I found it easier to live with than one would think. I repeated to myself, "Rob is going to fuck your wife.", probably a hundred times a day. Each time, my heartbeat increased and it got difficult to breathe. But the closer the time came the more excited I got. I knew that Rob seducing and fucking Tracy wouldn't be all she needed to get over her ridiculous fears. I knew the only way to put an immediate end to that line of thought was to have her friends see how desirable she is to a young stud. To that end I developed a plan that I didn't let Rob in on. It was a plan guaranteed to show everyone just how desirable Tracy is. The downside to my plan was that it would prove humiliating to me. But when you're married to such a wonderful person as Tracy there is no humiliation so great as to be insufferable. Party time finally arrived at 7:30 Friday. There were a dozen married couples, some with children, Rob and his girlfriend. The party began with a barbecue and swimming. I watched all evening as Rob pursued Tracy. It was easy to see that she was flattered by all the attention he gave her. He chased her all over the pool and had her splashing and yelling and carrying on like a teenager. I saw him get in a couple of feels too during that time. At one point when they thought no one was looking I saw him slip his hand into the top of her one piece bathing suit and fondle her tits. She let him get away with it for a minute before she pushed him away and swam laughing all the way to the other side of the pool. At another time I saw the shock on her face as he took her hand and pressed it against the bulge in his trunks. Tracy gave his shaft a pretty good feel before she let go and moved away from him. She wasn't laughing that time. When she got out of the pool she didn't look shocked so much as horny. I think I was getting just as turned on as they were, just from watching them. Tracy's nipples were really hard when she came out of the pool, but she would probably blame that on the cool air. I knew the real reason they were hard. But there wasn't any way for Rob to explain away the bulge in his swimsuit. When he got out of the pool he quickly wrapped a towel around him and then went to change clothes. It did cool down a little around 9:00 so everyone was changing out of swimsuits and into clothing that provided a little more cover. We shipped the kids off to a movie with a couple of baby sitters at 9:30 so the adults could enjoy the rest of the evening. As soon as the kids were out of the way we put the music on and some couples started dancing. Naturally, Rob grabbed Tracy and danced with her. Even in the dim lighting from the lanterns and moonlight I could see how flushed her face was. She looked gorgeous. I knew the time was rapidly approaching that Rob would be fucking my wife, but in a way I was happy. I knew he would be good to, and for her. And I was secure that when he was done she would be even more loving to me. Rob was becoming more and more insistent as he danced with Tracy. It didn't matter whether the music was slow or fast. He held her tight to his body. He moved her gracefully around the dance area, slowly moving into a more protected corner. An area that was poorly lighted and much less visible to those of us around the bar. I moved away from the bar to a better vantage point. I watched as he gradually enveloped her in his arms, her arms encircling his neck. Their lips brushed in a light kiss. I could see Tracy's breast rise and then fall in deep, slow breathing. Rob's tongue lightly licked her lips, softly probing. My wife's mouth slowly opened to his persistent licks. With one hand sliding down over her firm ass, Rob slipped his other hand up her side and onto her tits. I could see Tracy's breathing become faster. Rob started grinding his hard cock against her belly, bringing out a small moan. I gave a discrete cough so as not to alarm the lovers. They reluctantly parted. I suggested it was time for Tracy to open her presents. She was flustered and embarrassed at having been caught in such an ardent embrace. The three of us moved to the table loaded with gifts. I announced that Tracy was going to open her presents now. The others gathered around to watch. Just as I feared there were several gag gifts. Things like false teeth and hearing aids to indicate someone that is deteriorating. Her smile couldn't hide her pain from me. Once all the presents had been opened and everyone had had a good laugh someone noticed that she had not opened a present from me. Others then began questioning what I was giving my wife for her fortieth birthday. I held up my hand and waited for them all to quiet down. When they were all quiet I made an announcement. "I've noticed how a certain young man has been pursuing Tracy tonight and I'm sure if I wasn't here he would be trying to get into her lovely little panties." Tracy was blushing furiously and trying to get me to stop. "I don't know of another forty year-old woman that can command such ardent attention from a suitor. Especially a suitor that knows the woman's husband is just a few away. Rob has been trying all night to get Tracy to himself. And I think we all know what he wants." There were some discrete chuckles and whispered comments. "My present to my wife is that she may have this young stud for the rest of the night." There were gasps and exclamations all around. I noticed that Tracy was silent. "Rob, would you come over here please?" I could see that Rob, even though he is dark skinned, was blushing at being singled out this way. When he was standing on the other side of Tracy from me I looked at her with a smile. "Wouldn't you like to open your present and show everyone what you're going to enjoy?" There was no one making a sound now. Tracy turned and looked at me. She studied my face for a minute then reached up and kissed me. "Thank you for the most wonderful present ever." With that she turned to Rob and said, "You're mine, now, stud." she giggled. There was a little nervous laughter from some of the guests but no one made a move to leave. My wife unbuttoned Rob's shirt then caressed his chest and belly. Her hands danced over his well muscled chest, then slid up to his shoulders and pushed his shirt off and down over his arms. She leaned forward and sucked first one nipple and then the other into her mouth. Lightly biting and tonguing his nipples. Her pale white skin stood out in sharp contrast to his darkness. Rob was moaning from my wife's tender ministrations. His nipples were hard points stabbing at her mouth. Her hands glided down his dark body pausing to rub and probe his belly button. His muscles were twitching and rippling as her white hands caressed his black skin. Tracy's hands slowly moved downward, further, sliding over his hard shaft. Her lips followed the trail her hands had blazed. Lips kissing and tongue flicking against him she moved lower and lower. Her soft pink tongue probed his bellybutton bringing moans from deep in his chest. Those dainty white hands unfastened his pants and pulled them down as she sank to her knees in front of him. She lovingly raised his feet, one at a time and removed his pants. The only sounds around the pool were breathing and soft moans. Rob's white shorts were like a beacon. My wife's hands moved up over his legs causing them to tremble and shake. She grasped the waistband of his shorts and began to pull them down. Rob moaned as she held his cock for the first time so she could pull his shorts over his hard muscle. Tracy was panting. Her nostrils were flared. I knew she was close to orgasm. Once his shorts had been removed she began stroking his cock. I heard gasps from some of the other women as they enviously watched my wife with her present. As a jewel of pre-cum grew on the tip of Rob's cock I saw the hunger in my wife's eyes. She moved forward and her tongue flicked out to taste his maleness. Rob's hips jerked as her tongue probed his pee slit. Suddenly, Tracy's body shook with orgasmic spasms. She silenced her screams by impaling her mouth on Rob's black spear. "AAAAHHHHH Jesus." "Oh fuck!" "Yeeeessss." Our guests jealously complained or softly voiced encouragement. My wife's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate Rob's massive black cock. Her hands stroked his shaft in time with her head rocking back and forth, sliding the head of his meat in and out between her lips. I felt an urge to help. I moved up and knelt beside my wife. When I touched the top of her dress her head snapped around and her eyes blazed at me in anger. When she saw it was me her expression softened. She took my face in her hands and gave me a soft kiss. Then she turned her attention back to the hard black pole waiting for her. From a few inches away I watched as she once again worshiped her lover's cock. I unfastened her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. Reluctantly, she released Rob's tool, but only one hand at a time, allowing me to remove her dress. Next, I unfastened her bra. I reached to the side and picked up a knife off the barbecue. I used the knife to cut the bra straps and allow it to fall free. Then I lowered her panties and used the knife to cut them so I could pull them all the way off her. Rob was groaning in ecstasy as Tracy stroked and sucked his cock. Tracy's right hand dipped between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She dug two fingers into her cunt and pulled them out, dripping with her pussy juice. She spread the juice over his shaft. Then she did it again. Repeatedly she took juice from her sopping pussy and slathered Rob's cock. She could sense Rob's approaching orgasm and her movements quickened. Her cheeks were sunken with the force of her sucking that magnificent black pole. Rob's groans got louder and louder. He yelled, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming." I watched his balls spasmodically jerk as he filled my wife's mouth with cum. Tracy swallowed and swallowed, trying not to lose any of his seed. It seemed like he would never stop eumming. Still, she didn't stop stroking and sucking on his cock. Her lips were glistening wetly from her juices on his cock and some of his cum that had escaped her voracious appetite. I could see that Rob was weak kneed from his violent orgasm. After several minutes he held my wife's head and pulled his cock from her mouth. "I have to fuck you now." "Yeeessss." Tracy hissed in reply. She turned on her knees and leaned forward to rest her arms on the ground, leaving her ass in the air. Rob knelt behind her and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. Juice was dripping from her cunt as he teased her. Tracy "Please put your cock in me, Rob. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me NOW!" She thrust her ass back at the same time Rob drove forward. He slammed all the way in her until his pubic hair was scratching her ass. I was awe struck as I watched his shiny black cock sliding back out of my wife's pussy. Then they drove together again. Rob's only contact with my wife was his cock buried in her pussy. Neither of them said anything. But there movements were a well choreographed dance. They moved in unison. Pulling away from each other, only to slam their bodies together again. Tracy was whimpering as she had orgasm after orgasm. She repeatedly impaled herself on Rob's cock trying to get more and more of him in her burning hole. Minute after minute the wet slapping sounds got louder and louder. Several of the women watching the muscular black stud fuck my white wife cried out with their own orgasm. My own prick was so engorged I was in pain as I watched my young black friend slam his long thick lance into my wife's cunt. Finally, Rob roared as he grabbed Tracy's hips and held her, with his cock completely buried in her pussy, pumping his fertile sperm deep in her womb. Once again, everything got quiet. Then Rob got up and helped Tracy up. They stood in front of me with Tracy looking at the ground and Rob looking me in the eye. "I'm going to take her to bed now. You can have her back in the morning." I was unable to speak. I had been so confident that my wife would happily return to my side after a little fling. Now I wasn't so sure. Tracy raised her head and looked at me. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. My wife looked around and was startled to see all of our friends witnessing her falling under the black man's spell. Her luscious body was exposed for them. Rob's cum mingled with her own juices were running down her legs. She smiled at our guests. "You may go now. My lover is going to take me to bed." I hoped I would be able to watch from the window. I didn't know what else I could do. Tracy This was some years back, I was in L.A. for a week, so I looked up this girl I knew from school. Tracy had always said to give her a call if I was in town. Tracy was so excited to hear my voice. "Where are you staying?" - I told her I was calling from the airport - Tracy said "Don't get a hotel room - save money and stay at my place!" She had this nice old house with a bit of a view, which she shared with a roommate. It was good to see Tracy again. Same cheerful smile, same good looks. Southern California was good for her. She showed me to my room. I freshened up, changed, and I said I'd take her & her roommate out to dinner with the money I'd saved on the hotel room. Her roommate declined - which kind of disappointed me because she was cute and I figured I had a chance with her. No chance with Tracy of course because we knew each other from way back when, so a one-night stand was simply off the cards, and a more complex relationship was not on the cards either. I was totally within the deadly "FRIEND ZONE" - fate worse than Death. But anyway it was nice to go out with a pretty girl to a nice restaurant, and we were old friends so it was nice catching up on old times. After high school Tracy had gone to University in San Luis Obispo, then one thing had led to another and she'd ended up in L.A. I told her what I was up to, and then I asked her what she was doing these days. "Oh I'm working for a studio that makes adult films," she said nonchalantly. "I'm a Fluff Girl." People in Southern California are so free and easy, they'll say things like that all the time. Tracy threw it right out there like it was the most natural thing in the world, as if it was perfectly natural and cool and acceptable to do such a thing. If you've never heard the term before, in the porn industry a "Fluff Girl" is a woman who arouses the male performers before filming. "Fluffers" stimulate them, usually orally, keeping the porn actors wood nice and hard between takes, so that the performers can remain erect to finish the scene. The way Tracy said it, it was as if it was some kind of accomplishment to have such a position. I asked her how she got into it? "Oh, a friend of mine directs for one of the adult film companies, and one day he called up and asked if I would come down and be a fluffer for the day. And I said, all right, I've never done it, so I'll do it." Right. Then she said "What are your plans for tomorrow? How would you like to see what it's like on the set of an adult xxx-rated movie?" Well of course I said SURE THING! It sounded like fun! That night in bed my balls were boiling over the mental image of sweet beautiful Tracy with her cute girl-next-door good looks, on standby as a Fluff Girl giving blowjobs on demand. But I dared not jack off - the walls were thin as paper and my room was between Tracy's and her roommate's. I almost had a terminal case of blue balls. The next morning Tracy and I set out for the studio. It was a bright & warm sunny day. Tracy wore short shorts and a tank top and wedgie sandals. This is the way people dress in Southern California in the summertime. I was pretty excited and Tracy's outfit wasn't making it any easier for me. I had to "adjust my package" a few times as we drove down the road. At the studio Tracy introduced me, but the film people were in a hurry so I just took a seat off to the side and watched the action as things got underway. The girl was a stunning brunette, very curvalicious. With her wavy brown hair and all-over tan, olive complexion, she was a classic beauty. I didn't recognize her from any of the known pornstars so she must have been new. I was especially taken by the way she walked out onto the set wearing only a cream colored silk mini-kimono, open in front, completely nude underneath except for her high heels of course. She walked amongst the film crew, greeted the director kissing him on both cheeks, completely exposed as if she had not a care in the world. I found out her name was Brittany. Brittany went on set and sat down on this low thing that was too big to be a coffee table, leather upholstery but not a sofa . . . the kind of furniture you see in porn films sometimes . . . a sort low bed thing . . . The guy - well, I wasn't looking at him. He took his place on set in front the girl, dropped his trousers and then it was "ACTION!" I guess chicks would have liked him, he had a tight muscular butt. I work out regular and I'm not so bad in the backfield department myself, and I'm pretty well hung so I didn't have any feelings of inadequacy or anything when the guy dropped his trousers and exposed "Thor" for one and all to see. Brittany put her hands on Porn Guy's hips and right away started sucking his cock like a pro, which of course is what she was. Her ruby red lips were going up and down on his pole, which was slick from copious amounts of slobber. Brittany's mouth was like an O, wrapped around his shaft. She was an expert blowjobber. She'd pull off and give lots of lip and tongue action up and down the guy's rigid cock, then open her lips wide to take him in her mouth again. Finally it was for fucking. For all the world it looked like Brittany was really into her work. She was writhing around on that platform like she was having a dozen orgasms. But there was trouble in Paradise . . . seems like the Big Guy couldn't get his nuts off . . . As far as I'm concerned he MUST have been gay! I mean, Brittany looked like the living incarnation of Wonder Woman: nice big firm tits - all natural from the looks of them - delicious curves, nice round hips. Not one of those scrawny bony bitches, and she was rolling around on her back sighing and moaning like the fucking was MELTING HER BRAINS. ANYWAY . . . poor Porn Guy couldn't get his rocks off. Finally the director yelled "CUT!" There was a bit of discussion and everybody took a break. Miss Brittany pulled her robe about her and went off to her dressing room in a huff. She was pissed off and I don't blame her. Joe Studly the Porn Guy slunk off the set, dragging his dick in the dirt. Then the director said, "Bring on the Stunt Cock!" One of his assistants came over. There was a problem; the Stunt Cock wasn't available. Then the director looked over my way. "How'd you like to be in the movies?" "WHO ME???" The assistant came over, assured me that because all the wide angle shots featured Joe Studly - who couldn't get his rocks off - as a "Stunt Cock" only my midsection would be on camera. All that was required were some close-up shots of my cock spurting cum all over Miss Brittany . . . the notorious "Money Shot". I told him I could handle that. "Great!" said the Assistant. He snapped his fingers and called out, "Fluff!" Tracy came over. Looking me dead in the eye without a hint of emotion - like, everything is strictly business and we're all professionals here, right? - Tracy took me by the hand and walked me to this little alcove off to the side. "You can put your things here," she said, indicating a little table. I got down to my underwear. I was a bit self-conscious, right? Tracy dropped to her knees, looked up at me and smiled her pretty smile, then grasped the waistband of my undershorts and pulled them down. Free at last, my hard-on popped up and damn near poked her eye out. "Jesus!" she exclaimed, "You're very nearly there!" Then Tracy parted her lips and took my cock deep into her warm, wet mouth. It was surreal . . . here I was buck naked in a room full of people, with Tracy - the girl-next-door-type friend I'd known since elementary school - on her knees before me, with my cock in her mouth . . . I could see down the front of Tracy's tank top. The view was terrific, she had a nice pair of cupcakes. Tracy pulled my cock out of her mouth and slapped it on her outstretched tongue - a move just like the girls in the porn movies do - then she took me back in her mouth. DEEP. She started HUMMING on my cock . . . and there was LOTS OF SLOBBER! Tracy was giving me a world-class blowjob!! But there wasn't any eye contact. It was like it was all strictly business, all in a days work for her. Finally Tracy looked up at me, and when she did a tremor pulsed through my cock. She immediately released me from her mouth and looked over to the director and the rest of the crew. "He's ready!" Tracy got up, took my hand and escorted me to the little stage area. Her nipples were poking the thin material of her tank top - she was obviously aroused - as for me, my boner was poking up at about a 30-degree angle. I was harder than I've ever been in my life! When Miss Brittany came walking towards me, totally nude, another tremor pulsed through my cock. . . I was so ready . . . Brittany sat before me in her glorious nakedness, looked up at me and smiled sweetly. "OK!" the director announced. "Brittany, we're at the Money Shot and this is where you take a facial, just like the script says. Make sure you get a lot of it dripping down your chin and puddlng up on your tits." "Yes, Frank," she said. That was the only time I heard her voice. Then he spoke to the cameraman, "All we're going for here is close-ups of just the head of the stunt cock, Brittany's lips and tongue all over it, and cum splattering all over her face." I couldn't get my head around the concept that this beautiful angel was just going to sit there while I blew my load all over her face "ACTION!" Brittany closed her eyes, parted her lips, and started playing her lips and tongue all round the head of my cock. She made a circle with her finger and thumb and began stroking my pole into her mouth. Slow at first, then she sped up the tempo . . . faster and faster . . . SHE WAS JACKING ME OFF INTO HER MOUTH! I didn't last long at all. I glanced over to where Tracy was standing with her arms folded over her chest. She was staring at my cock, looking at my wood like a wild animal watches its prey! I closed my eyes, gave out an involuntary sigh and MY COCK UNLOADED!! Brittany stroked my pole as thick lines of hot white cum landed on her face, all over her wide open lips and outstretched tongue. Brittany was sighing and moaning as if my cumming on her face was giving her an orgasm; I'm certain this was acting for the camera. Still, with this kind of encouragement I was able to produce more than the usual number of spurts. When my cock finally stopped shooting jizz, Brittany took me back into her mouth and sucked me dry. She finished up by using the head of my cock to spread the thick goo all around her lips and all across the rounded tops of her generous breasts. I glanced over at Tracy one more time. She had the same intense look in her eyes, but this time her jaw was dropped and her mouth was agape, as if she was saying "OH . . . MY . . . GOD . . ." Things were kind of quiet in the car on the way home. Dinner that evening was simple; take out Thai food. Later we sat in front of the TV and had a couple of beers. We didn't talk about it. In fact, the rest of my time in L.A. not a word was spoken about the experience at the adult film studio. It was like nothing had ever happened. If I live to be a thousand, I'll never forget Tracy on her knees before me, that smile she gave me just before she pulled down my shorts, the odd sensation of detachment as she took my cock deep in her mouth, and of course the entranced look in her eyes as I blew my load all over Brittany's face. When Tracy saw me off at the airport it was an innocent kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of the hand, as same as it ever was. Little-Miss-Cute-and-Innocent . . . the same as it ever was. . . Tracy (A Lamont Story) Around ten o'clock on Sunday night, Lamont lay naked in his king size bed after a long day of work lifting boxes. At twenty years-old and six foot even in height, two hundred pounds of muscles, Lamont was worn out and ready to get some sleep before he went to the gym in the morning. He'd gotten off work at nine, came home, and showered. Now he lay in bed with the television on, waiting to nod off. His phone rang. He reached for it and saw it wasn't a number he knew, but he still answered. "Hello?" he said in his smooth, deep voice. "Hi," a woman said. "Is this Lamont?" "Yeah. Who is this?" "My name is Tracy, and...and...I feel silly, but Kelly Stanfield gave me your number." Lamont smiled and recalled his encounter with Kelly Stanfield. Kelly was a teacher who lived on the other side of town. Lamont met her at a grocery story and one thing led to another. The woman noticed his bulge and before he knew it, he was over to her house and using his endowment to reach places her boyfriend could only dream of. "Oh, okay," Lamont said, already figuring why this woman was calling. "Why do you feel silly?" "Cause I really shouldn't be calling you," Tracy answered. "But I need...I need-" "Some dick?" "Well...yea." All around Ft. Wayne, woman with lacking boyfriends, or husbands, knew of Lamont and his massive piece of meat. He often went over to do what their men couldn't and was known to leave women completely satisfied and yearning for more. "You don't have a boyfriend or husband?" Lamont asked. The woman stammered. "Yeah, yeah, I do...I do, but-" "Calm down, Baby. Calm down. You know why you're calling me and I know why you're calling me. You need some big dick, plain and simple." "Yeah." "Is your man not satisfying you?" "Well, I mean he tries, but it's not enough and Kelly told me about you." "What did she tell you?" "What did she what?" Lamont smiled "You know what I said. What did she tell you?" "She told me you have a big one?" "I do, I do. Your husband doesn't? Well, he must not if you're calling me." "His is okay." "Okay?" "Well, it's not real big." "How big is it Tracy?" "Let me get a ruler and see." There was a brief pause. Lamont held the phone up to his ear with his right hand while his left reached down and fondled his huge soft dick and plum-sized balls resting between his thighs. The woman came back on the line. "You there?" "Yeah, I am," Lamont answered. "Let me see... Well, I'm looking at this ruler and I'd say he's about five and a half inches, maybe five and a fourth." "Five and a half inches or five and a fourth?" "Yeah." "Well what is he when his dick hard." There was a brief pause. "That was hard," Tracy answered. Lamont chuckled and then stopped himself, not wanting to offend the woman. Lamont had measured his soft manhood to be six inches at its smallest. "What's funny?" she asked. "It's not funny at all if you ask me," Lamont answered. "How old is he?" "Thirty-five." "I'm sorry to hear that. Really, Tracy. Must be real hard for you to have an orgasm." "Well, I've never did it with him." "You ain't never came with him?" "No. We generally have sex and then he uses a dildo and that does it for me. I don't think I've ever done it with him in me. If I did, I don't remember." Lamont shook his head, wondering how some of these women he came across dealt with grown men who didn't have grown men dicks. "Well I'm six inches soft," Lamont said proudly. "If that tells you anything." There was a moment of silence. "Hello?" Lamont said. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I was just looking at this ruler and six inches soft is unimaginable." "No offense, Tracy, but a grown man with a five and a half inch dick is pretty sad to me. And that's hard you say?" "Well I'm really thinking he's five and a fourth inches hard, but if he's really horny, he gets up to five and a half inches." Lamont shook his head again. "I can see why you're frustrated, or are you?" "I am sometimes," Tracy admitted. Lamont felt his dick start to get a little hard as his hormones raged. There was nothing he loved more than a horny and needy woman. "So tell me what you look like." "Well, I'm white and black mixed. I'm thirty-two. Five foot three. One hundred and fifty pounds or, at least that's what I was the last time I went to the doctor. Long brown hair." Lamont nodded, liking what he heard and changing the phone from the right ear to the left. "Okay. Sounds good. Well, I'm twenty, six-" "No, you don't have to tell me. Kelly already told me." Lamont smiled, enjoying the pride of women talking about him. "Okay," he said. "So when you want some of this man-dick?" "Well, I was trying to see when you were free. I'll be free tomorrow in the middle of the day. My husband is a coach of a high school basketball team and he won't be home." "I'm free tomorrow." "Well, can you come over around noon? Do you know where the Blue Hills Subdivision is in New Haven?" "Yep, I sure do." "I'm so nervous...uum, well come there and call me when you turn off of Wayne Road." "Alright. I'll see you then Tracy. And don't be nervous. Is your husband satisfying you?" "Well, he..." "Don't bullshit the question. Is your husband satisfying you, Tracy?" Lamont knew the answer. "Not really, no." "Well don't feel nervous. It's not your fault you need more and his dick should be bigger than fucking five and a half inches anyway. I'll give you what you need." Lamont heard her shiver through the phone and he smiled. "Okay Lamont," she said, sounding brighter and more optimistic. "And I'll have a little tip for you if you can make me cum." Lamont could tell she was smiling. "If?" he said. "If I can make you cum? I ain't never had a woman not come, so don't you worry about that. Okay Tracy? Don't you worry. I'll be over there tomorrow around noon." "Okay." "Is this your cell phone?" "Yes it is." "Alright, Baby. I'm bout to go to sleep. See you tomorrow." They hung up and Lamont waited a few minutes before text messaged the woman HAVE THAT PUSSY READY TO BE GUTTED BY THIS PIPE. The woman text messaged back a smiley face and Lamont watched television until he drifted off to sleep. On Monday, Tracy text messaged Lamont her address and he by noon, he stood at her door. He noticed how nice the house was when he'd pulled into the driveway. It was a red-brick two-floor with large windows and a three-car garage on the side. Lamont knocked and waited. He wore a white wife-beater, white shoes, and white sweatpants with no underwear. He loved how his six inches dangled above his low-hanging balls as he walked. He found an innate, and masculine, pleasure in knowing he effortlessly showed a huge, and attention-grabbing, bulge. Tracy opened the front door with a smile on her face. Lamont smiled back and instantly the woman's eyes dropped down to his crotch. "Tracy?" Lamont said. "Hurry up and come in," she said. Lamont felt the woman's excitement in the air. She liked what she saw- six foot, young, dark skin, muscled, low cut hair, and a big one in his pants to go with it all. Lamont liked what he saw as well. Even though Tracy wasn't thin, she was very shapely and all the weight was in the right places. She came to the door in a blue dress that hugged her wide hips tightly. Her pretty face was surrounded by long brown hair that lay down to her shoulders. He noticed how well decorated the inside of her house was. The house was massive with nice furniture wall to wall. Tracy closed the door behind Lamont. He turned around to visually follow her ass. It was round and jiggled with every move she made. He knew he could fuck her right. "Nice house," Lamont commented. "Thank you," she said in return. "I'm so nervous, I-" Lamont grabbed Tracy's chin and leaned down to her. "Don't be," he said and pressed his full lips into hers for a kiss. "I'm here to give you what you need." Instantly, Tracy could feel the space between her legs moisten as the Lamont kissed her. Lamont then pressed his body against hers and with both hands, grabbed her ass. "You got a nice ass," he said. Tracy smiled. "Thank you." "It's a shame your husband can't give you what you need." "Yeah...well that's what you're here for, I hope." "You don't have to hope. You know. My dick is definitely bigger than five and a half inches." Tracy loved his confidence and the way he carried himself, but at the same time it was a little intimidating. As his hands cupped her forty inch ass and his bulge pressed into her stomach, her pussy got even wetter. Her desire to see what was in Lamont's pants grew. "So where's this happening at?" Lamont asked. He could tell the woman was still nervous. "The den," Tracy answered, pointing to the left. "It's around here. Follow me." "Alright." Tracy turned and walked away. Lamont's eyes dropped to the way her ass bounced as she moved and he thought, and her husband got a little dick He shook his head. Lamont followed her ample ass through an all-white living room that led into a dining room and then a kitchen. On the other side of the kitchen, there was a doorway next to the back door. Tracy opened it and he followed her in. She pushed the door up behind him. "You sure your husband ain't coming home soon?" Lamont asked, out of caution. "I'm sure, I'm sure. He'll probably be home around five or six and you should be long gone by then I would think." Lamont nodded, looking around the den. It was a small room with white walls and one window on the other side that looked out at the green backyard. Beneath the window was an older beige couch and next to the doorway was an entertainment system with a flat screen television and stacks of CD's and DVDs on the shelves next to it. Still nervous, Tracy stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to say or do. Lamont smiled and approached her. "You still nervous, ain't you?" He cupped her ass with his large hands and played with it. "A little," she answered. "Like I said, don't be." With his right hand, Lamont reached under her dress and fingered her. "Damn, your pussy is wet!" he said and licked his lips. The woman laughed, enjoying the six feet of dark skin in front of her. "A little." "Not a little, a lot!" For a couple minutes, Lamont kissed her and vigorously fingered her clit and played with lips of her pussy. Tracy shook at the touch of his big fingers. They seemed to be the length of her husband's dick. "I'm ready to eat some pussy," Lamont said. "I didn't know you ate pussy," she said. Without saying anything, Lamont grabbed Tracy by her hips and pushed her back onto the couch. He got onto his knees before pushing her tight blue dress up to her waist, exposing her thick, light-skinned turnip thighs. He kissed each leg, starting at the knee and slowly getting closer to where they meet. Tracy was already shaking. Before she knew it, Lamont pressed his head into her pussy and started working his tongue in circular motions. Her eyes rolled back as she enjoyed the wet and warm sensation, wishing her husband had as much skill. "That feel good, Tracy?" Lamont asked, his voice muffled as he circled his tongue around her clit and then down between her lips, every so often sticking it in between. "Yes...yes it does," Tracy responded. Lamont hummed and made slurping noises while he noticed how wet the she was. "Dang you acting like your husband don't eat your pussy." "He doesn't a whole lot." Lamont looked up at her. "You can't be serious." "What do you mean?" "With that little ass dick, he don't be eating your pussy?" Tracy shook her head and then Lamont shook his. He dug his head back into the woman's crotch and stuck his tongue between her pussy lips as far as it would go while he held her legs back. He used his muscular arms to hold her shaking legs steady. "Shit! Shit! Ohhhh fuck!" Tracy said. Lamont continued probing Tracy's pussy with his tongue for an enjoyable ten minutes, savoring how fresh and tight her it seemed. The woman was craving a full-sized dick and he knew it. Lamont brought his head up and stood up. "You ready to suck on this dick?" he asked as he took off his white wife-beater, exposing his muscled dark-skinned chest and tight, but not overworked, abs. He then slid his shoes off and put them over by the entertainment system, knowing the woman's eyes were fallowing his sculpted back and round, muscular butt. "Yeah," Tracy answered, allowing her legs to come down. "Hope I ain't too big for you to suck on," Lamont said and lowered his white sweatpants to his knees. Tracy looked at the massive piece of meat dangle between Lamont's legs as she put both feet onto the ground. It was so dark and plump with bulging veins and a fat mushroom head. She compared it to what she'd seen in porno. "Damn, your dick is big!" she said. Lamont looked down at his completely flaccid, six inch dick and looked back up at the woman, smiling. "Suck on it then," he said suggestively. Tracy got off of the couch and down onto her knees. She grabbed the massive soft dick and put it into her mouth. Lamont groaned. Just like her pussy, her mouth was wet. "Damn, this shit feels good," Lamont said. Slowly, his six inch manhood grew to its rock hard eleven inches and stuck straight out from his body. The thickness alone was comparable to Tracy's wrist as she worked hard to slob it. "You act like you're hungry or something," Lamont said as he looked down at her feed inch after inch of his manhood into her mouth. Tracy looked up. "I am," she said and continued to slob the massive pipe. She breathed heavily and worked the shaft with her right hand up and down. Bobbing her head, she tried to fit as much as possible. Lamont wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pushed her head down. She could only get half of it into her mouth before she gagged and he let her head go. He always enjoyed the feeling of a tight throat wrapping around the head. Her eyes watering from gagging, Tracy lowered her head and licked Lamont's balls. "Your balls are huge!" she exclaimed. Lamont purposely moved side to side so that his lemon-sized ball-sack would dangle and slap against the insides of his muscular thighs. Tracy took one ball in her mouth at a time and alternated before rising back up the shaft and taking his dick into her mouth once again. "You like sucking on that dick, don't you?" Lamont ask. Tracy breathed heavily with her mouth full and nodded. "Hhm hmm," she mumbled. Lamont sat back on the couch and leaned back. His massive dick towered above his crotch. Even though it was in her mouth, Tracy couldn't believe the size. She sucked on it for a few minutes before stopping. "Damn, this is big," she said, trying to catch her breath. "How many inches is this?" Lamont smiled before he answered. "It's eleven. Didn't Kelly tell you?" Tracy glided her hand up and down Lamont's spit-covered meat. "She told me it was big, but I didn't think it was this kind of big." "Have you ever had one this big?" Tracy shook her head. "No. I'd say the biggest I've ever had is to about here." Tracy stopped her hand about halfway up Lamont's dick. "That ain't much bigger than your husband's, is it?" "Probably about half an inch bigger. Maybe." Lamont shook his head. "You're going to get some real dick today. I know you tired of that little shit." He paused to enjoy the feeling of her gliding hand up and down his dick. "Keep sucking on my dick," he said and put his hand on the top of her head. Without resisting, Tracy lowered her head back onto Lamont's dick and slobbed it even more than she had before. Lamont loved the slurping sounds she made as he laid his head back against the back of the couch. Damn she can suck dick, he thought. Tracy orally pleased Lamont for an exciting ten minutes until Lamont stood up. Tracy tried to back her face away from the massive piece of meat, but she couldn't. Lamont slid his hand down to the back of her head and slapped the sides of her face with his dick. Tracy giggled as he slapped harder and harder- first her left cheek, then her right. "You ready to get fucked by something real?" Lamont asked her. Tracy nodded and Lamont motioned for her to stand up. Grabbing her hips, he turned her around. He slapped her ass hard and smiled, enjoying the way it giggled underneath the tight blue dress, even seconds after he slapped it. Lamont spread her legs a little and pointed his dick between the back of them. Tracy quivered, wanting to feel it inside of her. As she thought about it, Lamont leaned in and licked her ear lightly. He then moved down to her neck. His tongue made her whole body quiver. "Let's get this dress off of you," Lamont said smoothly in her right ear. Tracy slid out of her dressed and threw towards the kitchen doorway. Turned on, Lamont's long and thick dick bounced at the sight. Even though she was more than ten years older than him, he loved the woman's body and how shapely she was. She wasn't too thin or too fat; perfectly between. Wide hips made her round ass look even more tempting. He then slid out of his sweatpants and threw them to the end of the couch. He smacked her bare ass. First the left cheek, then the right. He did this repeatedly until his eyes couldn't take anymore and he was ready to beat her pussy up. "Bend over," Lamont told her. Tracy did so and he said, "Spread your legs, Baby." Tracy loved how the young man called her Baby. Bent over with her legs spread apart, she was at the perfect level for Lamont. He pointed the head of his dick at her pussy lips and slowly pressed in. Damn, her pussy is so wet, he thought to himself as he stuck the head in. Tracy panted as she felt how thick is was just at just barely inside of her. She moaned, "Uuuuuh." Slowly, Lamont continued pushing until his dick was about six inches in. He could feel his dick starting to touch areas she wasn't used to having touched. Her insides were so tight and her body shook. He pulled his dick out a few inches and then back in to about eight inches depth, hearing the gushing noises her pussy made. He did it again, but pushing in all the way until his balls swayed under her clit. "Fuck! Shit!" Tracy yelled before she started breathing hard and sweating. Lamont moaned hard as he went in and out, the only sounds in the room being their breathing and Tracy's deep moans of pleasure. He pulled nine inches out and then pressed six or seven in before pulling all the way out and going back in all the way. Over and over, he did this. "Damn I can tell your husband got a little dick," Lamont said, listening to the gushing noises, before going all the way back in the second time. "Don't make no sense how tight this pussy is." He moaned again pulling his dick out and pushing it back in. "Daddy Dick feel good?" Shaking, Tracy answered, "Yes...shit! Damn! Aw...Aw. Daddy Dick feel good!" Lamont stopped and turned her body around towards the couch. "Grab the back of the couch and arch your back." Tracy did as he said and Lamont's dick jumped again from the excitement. When he saw her ass, he thought of two light-skinned hams. He slapped both cheeks as hard as he could. His wet dick jumped from watching them jiggle. He stepped up to her and, slowly, he pushed his dick back into the depths of her insides. "I'm about to beat this pussy up!" he said smoothly and grabbed her hips. "You ready?" Tracy shook her head, enjoying the feeling of being filled up and excited that it was the real thing and not a dildo. Lamont grabbed her hips tight and pounded her. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her jiggling ass cheeks was so loud it sounded like clapping. Lamont counted in his head and within in a few minutes, when he was up to five hundred, Tracy started screaming. Tracy (A Lamont Story) "You like this dick? You like this dick?" Lamont said. Tracy shook her head and squealed, throwing her head around and keeping her back in a perfect arch while she held onto the back of the couch. At first she'd thought about the neighbors next door being out in their backyard and possibly hearing her, but she didn't care. She couldn't think about it long enough before she felt like she had to pee. "Shit!" she screamed. "Aww....I'm....I think I'm about to cum!!!" Instead of slowing down, Lamont pounded harder. He felt the depths of Tracy's pussy stretch around his dick. It was so tight and wet. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she yelled as she had an all-body orgasm. "Your husband's dick can't do this kinda shit, can it?" Lamont said and slapped her ass. "Can it!" "No! No! Damn your dick is big! Awww...wheeew. It's so big!" Lamont fucked Tracy for ten minutes, slowing down every few minutes before he would pound even harder than before. Within that time frame, Tracy had another orgasm and Lamont enjoyed how wet her pussy stayed and watched her sweat. Eventually her arms collapsed and her head fell into the couch. Lamont held her hips with one arm and pressed his hand into the back of her neck, pinning her down. Even though her face was crammed into the pillows of the couch, her moaning was loud and high-pitched. After five minutes of pinning Tracy down, Lamont pulled his entire dick out. He turned her body and pushed her head down, signaling her to get on the floor. Panting with a rapid heartbeat, Tracy got onto her knees in a worshipping way and looked into the eye of Lamont's massive dick. "I'm about to bust a nut!" Lamont said. Out of instinct, Tracy tried to back up, but she didn't know what Lamont's signature was. Any, and every, woman he fucked, he had to cum on their face whether they liked it or not. He would use every muscle in his right arm to hold their heads in just the right spot, paying no attention to their attempts to back up or turn to the side. He thought of it as marking his territory. His huge balls shook heavily as he stroked his eleven thick inches towards Tracy's sweaty face. "Here it comes!" Lamont said and released himself. He squirted ten full shots of his thick cum onto Tracy's face. She closed her eyes as hard as possible as it flew onto her forehead and lips and nose and cheeks and hair. The white cream nearly filled her eye sockets. Once his balls finally drained, he slapped his dick against the sides of her face. She giggled, still in shock about how much cum was on her face. It was so much that she didn't dare open her eyes. Lamont had come more just then than her husband came in a week. Lamont let his dick go while and allowed it to hang as it slowly started to deflate. His entire body was covered in sweat. Tracy stood up, her legs shaking a little and her face dripping with his cum. Lamont grinned and said, "Hope you enjoyed yourself." Tracy laughed. "Damn you....you-" She was still trying to catch her breath from the pounding she'd gotten when she'd been bent over the couch. Her pussy ached with a slight pain, but the pleasure she'd just received made it all worthwhile. "Beat that pussy up?" Lamont finished for her. Tracy just nodded, still in bit of a daze while Lamont slid back into his sweatpants and wife-beater. He stepped into his shoes quickly, feeling the pride that came with the territory of having a big dick. Tracy grabbed a paper towel in the kitchen and started wiping her face off. "Damn, that was a lot of cum," she commented as she wiped her face, the paper towel becoming drenched with the gooeyness. "I would've had more if I didn't jack off yesterday," Lamont told her. Tracy had a shocked look on her face and Lamont smiled. She then followed him to the door. When he opened it, he turned back to her as she still wiped her face with the now slimy paper towel. "I hope I got some money to go to the store with?" Lamont said casually. Tracy smiled and shivered again, realizing she needed to go get his tip. Lamont watched as she walked back into the living room, her ass jiggling non-stop. Tracy came back with her purse and held a one hundred dollar bill out. He took it and pulled her close. "When you get tired of that little dick husband again and you need some more of a real man's dick, you just text me, okay?" he said and slapped her ass hard. Tracy nodded and watched Lamont's tall, dark skinned, muscular body walk out the door and back to his car in the driveway. She closed the door behind him. Later on that night when Tracy's husband Marcus came home, he was horny as soon as he stepped in the door. She had sex with her husband, but her pussy was still stretched out from Lamont's massive dick. Marcus enjoyed how open her pussy was, but he asked why it was so loose. She told him she'd been playing with the dildo while he was gone because she missed him so much. After three or four minutes of non-rhythmic thrusting, Marcus came and collapsed onto Tracy's chest. Not soon after, he rolled over and went to sleep while Tracy lay there for the umpteenth time, unsatisfied. Once Marcus was asleep, Tracy grabbed her cell phone and went to their master bathroom. She couldn't wait to send a text message to Lamont. With vigorous fingers, and hoping for a quick response that would be to her like, Tracy typed: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TOMMOROW? Tracy and John's Nylon Photography I waited in my hotel room for Tracy and John to arrive; I was very much looking forward to photographing two very attractive people in an erotic session and was very pleased that Tracy had requested my services to do so. I had known Tracy for several years having met in a likeminded internet group discussing our mutual tights fetish and it appears her husband also shared the same interests. I had often discussed my photography hobby with her and she had enquired as to whether I would like to take some special photographs of her and John in action, she had offered it as a birthday treat for him. Obviously I was delighted and Tracy had very kindly agreed to pay for my flight and hotel. I knew that this would purely be a voyeuristic experience for me but that didn't change the fact that I intended to get some erotic pleasure from the session. I showered and had a shave, took a packet of brand new sheer tan tights from my bag and slowly slipped them on, taking care not to snag them as I pulled them over my growing erection and adjusted my cock into a comfortable position. Just for modesty I pulled a T-Shirt and a pair of jeans on, my nylon feet clearly visible though. In the sofa area of the room I opened a bottle of red wine and poured out three glasses, Tracy text me to let me know they had just parked up and wanted to know my room number, I sent her a reply along with a cheeky picture of my nylon feet. A couple of minutes later and there was a knock at the door; I opened to the door to a beaming couple, both very attractive. "You're looking stunning," I said to Tracy, kissing her on the cheek. She smiled and entered the room. "You're looking pretty good too," I said to John and shook his hand, he grinned back. "We'll just shake hands," he said with a chuckle. I guided them both over to the sofa area and we all sat down to discuss the evening. "How would you two like to do this?" I asked them both as we sipped our wine. "I thought that John and I would strip down to our hose and pleasure each other on the bed to start with whilst you take some shots from various angles," Tracy said. I nodded in approval. "I see you like to wear too," John noted, pointing at my feet. "Of course," I replied with a grin. We chatted some more, small talk, erotic fantasies...Our tongues becoming loosened by the wine. After about half an hour I suggested that they move to the bed and I grabbed my camera, watching them intently as they undressed each other. I admired their choice of tights, suntan for Tracy and sheer black for John. I couldn't help but stare at his enormous hard cock, tenting in the nylon prison of his tights. "Fuck, you are huge!" I exclaimed, John just grinned. I began to snap away as Tracy and John started kissing passionately, kissing all over each other's bodies and moving down until they were in a "69" position, licking and sucking each other through their tights. My own erection began to strain against the confines of my jeans so I undid the belt, let them fall to the floor and kicked them out of the way. Tracy glanced up from sucking John and noticed my hard cock encased only in my sheer tan tights, I could see her dirty smile despite the monster cock that engulfed her mouth. John had his face buried deep in her thighs now, completely overcome with passion, his tongue forcing the nylon crotch deep inside Tracy as she moaned in pleasure. As I zoomed in for a close up of her sucking his huge cock she beckoned me over with a finger, releasing the monster from her mouth she whispered into my ear. "I know you want to try it, go ahead," and she moved her head aside, encouraging me to taste the monster cock. I put my camera down and began to tentatively lick the tip, easing the large nylon covered shaft gently deeper and deeper into my mouth. Tracy moved off of John's face, picked up my camera and began snapping away close ups of me sucking my first cock. John glanced down and panicked seeing a guy devour his huge tool. "Woah, I'm not fucking gay!" he shouted and tried to resist me. I held tight to his thighs, sucking him harder, licking the tip and taking him deep...His resistance softening as his pleasure began to build. I removed his large cock from my mouth and moved to a more comfortable position lying back against the headboard, John knelt in front of me and I continued where I had left off licking and sucking the huge nylon covered monster. Tracy moved down and began sucking me, my smaller cock easily taken all the way in despite the nylon tent, her expert sucking was better than any I had ever experienced and it wasn't long until I was moaning in pleasure, all the while duplicating her actions on her husband's massive shaft. "Oh shiiiitttt," He moaned as his cock exploded inside my mouth, hot jets of sticky salty cum gushed through the nylon. I took all I could, swallowing as much as possible, the sensation making me climax into Tracy's mouth at the same time. I held as much cum in my mouth as possible whilst he withdrew his softening manhood and Tracy moved up to share a glorious cum filled kiss, we mixed the salty goodness with our tongues as we kissed deeply, swallowing the shared load. As we kissed I glanced sideways and saw John taking pictures, Tracy reached down and began jerking me through my sticky tights, my cock growing hard once more with the sensation. I moved down, kissing her glorious breasts and down her tummy, burying my face deep into her crotch as she gripped my head, pulling me tight against her. John carried on clicking away, my tongue pushing the nylon deep inside her now soaking pussy. I ripped open Tracy's tights and forced my tongue in deep, fucking her now with my tongue as I felt John move behind me and a finger pushing nylon into my tight hole. Then my tights were ripped open and John pushed a finger deeper inside me taking my breath away. "What are you doing?" I gasped. "What do you think bitch?" Came the reply, "you fucking started this!" Realising what he intended to do I panicked. "I can't take your cock, it's too big for my virgin arse," I almost cried. Tracy smiled and stroked my head. "It'll be fine baby, just relax and keep licking," she soothed. My body visibly tense I began to lick her deep once more as I felt John spit into my crack, moistening me with his fingers. At least he was trying to lubricate me I thought to myself, he shifted into position resting the tip of his cock in my crack. I held my breath and stopped licking Tracy as his huge shaft slowly entered me, the pain was incredible as it felt he would genuinely split me in two, I buried my face into Tracy's wet crotch, trying to lick and take the pain away as she stroked my head, admiring her husband as he moved deeper inside me. Just when I thought he may actually do me some serious harm I felt his balls against my arse, I couldn't believe I had taken the whole of his monster cock inside me and he began to gently rock back and forth. The pain began to subside and the sensation was incredible, I had never been so turned on before as I devoured Tracy's sweet tasting pussy whilst John began thrusting faster behind me. Tracy moved out from underneath me and grabbed my camera, snapping pictures of her husband thrusting deep inside me. I glanced back and saw her taking close ups of his enormous erection as it moved in and out of my tight hole through my ripped tights. "Fuck him harder!" She instructed forcefully, John instantly complied and I buried my face into the pillow, grabbing handfuls and gripping hard. John's thrusting increased to a seemingly impossible rate, I was now audibly moaning with pleasure at every thrust, my tight hole had been expanded by the engorged shaft pounding me until, with a loud moan, and John unloaded deep inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he filled my hole before lying back on the bed breathless. I moved over and took his softening cock into my mouth, carefully cleaning it with my tongue as Tracy continued to take photographs. "Right!" Tracy said loudly, "Is there any danger that I might actually get fucked at some point this evening?" She demanded. John and I looked at each other sheepishly and then back at the stunningly gorgeous figure standing before us, ripped tights and still moist pussy. I looked over her gorgeous body, my cock still hard from the erotic sensation of having my arse fucked for the first time. "Do you mind?" I asked John. He laughed, "Be my guest," he replied. Tracy smiled and moved to lie beside me, John took up my camera and began taking pictures as I began kissing and biting his wife's nipples. I slid in between her legs and slipped my cock deep inside her, it slid in so easily into her wet pussy that was used to something so much larger. "I hope you can still feel that," I said, blushing slightly. Tracy smiled "its fine baby, now fuck me hard and deep please," Taking my orders I began thrusting deep, then kneeling in between her legs so I could take each foot into my mouth, sucking and biting her nylon toes. As I sucked her toes I rocked back and forth, moving my cock gently inside her. I then began to pump her harder and faster, I sucked harder on her toes, gently biting and kissing them. Tracy lay back, moaning quietly and massaging her nipples. I moved Tracy's left leg over so I could lay alongside her, my cock still deep inside her pussy as I thrust into her from behind. With one hand I lifted her left thigh to enable me to fuck her deeper and harder and began moving faster. Tracy's moved her fingers down between her thighs, massaging her clit and my cock as I thrust deep inside her, getting faster and faster, harder and harder. My well used cock was beginning to feel numb again as I built up to an even faster rhythm to keep going, Tracy was moaning with every thrust as I moved my hand from her thigh to fondle her nipples and kissed her neck. Once again we were both moaning, breathlessly fucking harder and harder until when it felt we may just pass out, our orgasms shuddered through us as we both climaxed together, a wave of euphoric feeling passing over us. We lay breathlessly on the bed as I withdrew from inside her soaking pussy, John took some more pictures then moved in between Tracy's legs and began to lick her cum filled hole, cleaning her out like a dutiful husband should. I admired John's nylon covered butt, then began to stroke it, kiss it and push my tongue into the crack pushing the nylon inside him. John didn't resist and carried on licking Tracy so I reached round and began stroking his cock through his tights. I ripped open his tights and pushed my tongue further into his tight hole, rimming him as he began to rock back onto my tongue. Taking that as some encouragement I moved up behind him and guided my cock to his tight entrance before sliding deep into his moistened hole. John paused from licking Tracy briefly to take a deep breath before returning to his duties as I began to thrust deeper and harder inside him. John moaned in pleasure with every thrust and began to push back towards me, my balls slapping against his ass. I reached around and began jerking him off once more as he kept his face buried in Tracy's pussy, her hands pulling him tight against her. My thrusting became more urgent, my well used cock was struggling to reach orgasm and I was furiously jerking John's nylon encased shaft with my hand until I felt John's cock twitch and a meagre offering of his cum oozed through the nylon onto my fingers, seconds after my cock responded and deposited what was left of my spent load inside John's tight hole. Exhausted I withdrew and lay on the bed, licking my fingers clean enjoying the taste of John's latest offering. "How was that for you," I breathlessly asked "More enjoyable than I ever thought possible," came the equally breathless reply. Tracy lay back smiling, clearly enjoying the show we had put on. "That was very nice, but I think next time the lady should get more attention!" John and I looked up and smiled at her, the very thought of a next time was intriguing. Tracy and the Intern Tracy Rush cursed. She could hear the movie playing in the living room and longed to push her work aside and join her family as they gathered around the television. They'd rented several movies and planned to spend the entire day watching them, what better way to spend a snowy Chicago Saturday. Normally she would be out there with them, curled up on the couch next to her husband, enjoying the closeness of her family as they blissfully wasted the day. She would be out there today if the Parme account hadn't come in at the last minute Friday night. She had been presented with two options, spend most of the evening at work and miss the romantic dinner she'd planned with John or bring the files home to finish the work over the weekend. She'd opted for the latter, not wanting to miss another dinner with her husband, sacrificing her weekend to complete her work. She'd been working for about half an hour when she realized she'd forgotten the key spreadsheet at work, bringing everything to a sudden and complete halt. Cursing her own forgetfulness once more, Tracy pondered what she should do. "Steve!" She exclaimed after a few seconds thought, reaching for the phone and dialing a phone number from the company directory. Steve Richards was a young assistant that worked in her office, a polite young man who always seemed eager to do anything she asked. Luckily for her, he lived close to the office and he wouldn't mind running the files she needed over to her. "Steve?" She spoke into the phone, "Hi, it's Tracy Rush from work. Yeah, sorry to bother you on your day off but... I have a favor to ask. I'm working at home and forgot the Parme spreadsheet. You will? That's great! Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver, Steve. I owe you one," Tracy told her co-worker before hanging up the phone and returning her attention to the laptop in front of her. She was quickly absorbed in her work, not even noticing when the doorbell rang a short half an hour later. "Hello, Mr. Rush?" Steve Richards asked the man who answered the door, smiling warmly and extending his hand. "I'm Steve Richards; Tracy called and asked me to bring over some documents from work. "Oh, please come in," John Rush said, opening the door wider for the young black man, motioning him into the house. "Tracy is back in the office," He explained, pointing towards the back of the house. "So have you been with the company long?" He asked politely, trying to make conversation as he led his wife's colleague through the house. "No, only a couple of months," Steve replied politely, "I've just graduated and took this internship until I can find something else." "I see," John replied, knocking softly on the doorframe that led into office. "Tracy, Steve's here to see you." "What? Oh, Hi Steve," Tracy responded, glancing up from the computer screen, having been so absorbed in her work that she hadn't even heard them approach. "Thanks honey," She smiled at John as he waved to Steve, leaving the two of them alone. "I'm sorry to bother you on your day off, Steve, but I can't thank you enough for running over here." "It's no problem, Mrs. Rush," Steve assured the attractive wife and mother, his eyes running over her slender body, admiring the shape of her bare legs under the hem of her short dress. "I really don't mind at all." "Well," Tracy replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way Steve was looking at her, "I still owe you one for this." "Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way to repay me," Steve smiled as he moved across the small room, handing her the data she needed. "Lunch? How about I buy you lunch on Monday?" Tracy offered, wondering why she was suddenly so uncomfortable with having her younger colleague standing so close to her. "I was thinking of a more... personal method of repayment," Steve told her, leaning over her chair, his hand idly caressing the side of her neck. "What? What do you mean, Steve?" Tracy asked, turning to look at the young black man with wide confused eyes, shying away from his caressing hand. "I don't understand..." She said, trying to move her chair away from him, his hand on the armrest stopping her. "Oh, I think you do, Mrs. Rush," Steve assured her softly, his hand sliding down off the armrest, his large fingers gripping her bare knee. "I know those files are going to help you keep a very large, very important, client so I think you should repay my kindness with something of equal importance to you." "Steve, please... please stop," Tracy asked, almost pleading, as she tried to move her knee from under his fingers. "I think... I think you should leave now." "Fuck that," Steve hissed, his hand sliding up her thigh as she vainly tried to avoid his groping fingers. "If you don't do as I wish, Tracy, I will leave and take the files with me. Then Monday morning, you can explain how you lost the Parme account." He warned, his fingers caressing the bare flesh of her leg as he leaned over her. "Stop," Tracy insisted, her hand gripping his wrist, trying vainly to push his hand away. "Stop it, Steve. Just leave and... and I won't tell anyone," She tried to bargain, the thought of losing the Parme account sending a shiver of apprehension through her. "I'll still buy you lunch." "I don't want lunch, Mrs. Rush," the young man insisted, seeing the fear in her eyes as his hand moved further up her thigh, pushing the skirt of her light dress up until most of her legs were exposed. "I want you. And I'm going to get what I want," He assured her, his voice a soft whisper as he leaned closer so that his lips were brushing against her ear as he spoke. "You want it just as badly, don't you, Tracy?" He whispered, his fingers massaging the soft flesh of her thigh. "That's why you are always asking me for favors, for my help in your office. You've been flirting with me for a long time now," Steve insisted, "and I think it's time you followed through on your flirtations." "No," Tracy pleaded, shaking her head slightly, her cheeks flushed from the feeling of his hot breath on the side of her neck. "I haven't... I was not flirting with you. I like you, like you as a co-worker, nothing more. Please, if you leave now, I promise I won't tell anyone about... about this," She almost sobbed as his hand slowly moved higher, pushing her dress up until it was bunched around her hips, barely covering her panties. "I'm not leaving until I get what I came for," Steve assured the trembling wife and mother, his large hand lightly caressing her soft skin as she sat frozen in front of him. "I am curious as to what color panties you've got on today," He confided to her softly, his fingers playing along the edge of her skirt, "I'm currently leading the office pool in most correct guesses as to what color panties you wear every day." "What?!" Tracy protested her eyes large in shock as she stared at her co-worker. "My panties, an office pool?" She gasped, not believing what she was hearing about the people in her office, her cheeks burning in embarrassment as she thought about people betting on her underwear choices. "How could you?" She asked, her eyes glancing towards the door, making sure it was closed, afraid that her family would hear of her coworkers humiliating betting. "If John finds out, he will kill you for sure." She warned. "He never will," Steve assured her, enjoying the sight of her discomfort, the shame that was written plainly across her attractive face. "I'm guessing you've got the blue ones on today," He confided to her with a small laugh, his fingers slowly lifting the edge of her dress to expose the briefest glimpse of her panties. "How? How did you know?" Tracy asked, her voice trembling as she realizes he has guessed correctly, a wave of humiliation running through her as she watches him slowly lift her dress up to reveal more of her panties. "You wore the white ones yesterday and the light green ones on Thursday," Steve informed her, his eyes running over the soft fabric of her panties, "and you usually follow a pattern. It is either blue, white, green or green, white, blue. It is how I have won the pool so many times. Although I really like this pair, low rise, very sexy in a conservative way," He laughed, his thumb running along the waistband of her panties. "When? How did you learn so much?" She asked, her voice breaking into sobs of humiliation, the thought of all her coworkers betting on her panties filling her with shame. "Don't you know I'm happily married? How could you all do this to me?" "I peeked up your skirt, Tracy. There is a spot on the first floor stairs, in the corner by the fire extinguisher, that if you stand at the right angle you can see the panties of every woman wearing a skirt. Once we started betting I just made sure to be in that spot everyday when you arrived at work," He confided, his fingers lightly tracing across the front of her panties as he felt her trembling in shame at his words. "And as for you being married, Mrs. Rush," He replied, his fingers becoming more insistent on her panties, "so what? It's not like I'm asking you to run away with me," He laughed, his fingers slowly moving over the mound of her sex. "Besides I like the idea of fucking another man's wife while he's in the next room." "You can't," Tracy stammered, feeling a warm rush spreading out from beneath his fingers, spreading through her as she slowly became aroused. "You can't be serious," She finally managed to protest, hating the sudden wetness she felt as his fingers traced over the cleft of her sex, caressing her through the thin fabric of her panties. "My family, my kids are in the next room." "Then you'll just have to be very quiet, Tracy," Steve warned with a dry chuckle as his fingers continued to rub her sex, smiling as he felt the moist heat of her arousal begin. "Unless you don't mind having them know that you're fucking your coworker." "Please Steve," Tracy pleaded, her hand still futilely trying to push his hand away, to remove his groping teasing fingers away from the growing wetness of her sex. "Stop. If you stop now, I won't... I won't tell anyone. Just leave." "If I leave now, Mrs. Rush, the Parme files go with me and Monday morning you'll be trying to explain how you managed to lose one of our biggest accounts," Steve assured her coldly, his finger pressing the now damp fabric of her panties into her the cleft of her sex. "Do as I say and I'll even help you keep the account." "I can't," Tracy almost sobbed as his finger slid repeatedly over her clit, the small nub hardening almost instantly. "Please, Steve, I'm married." "I know, Tracy, and I just don't care," the younger man laughed, knowing what his caresses were doing to the attractive woman. "I'm going to get what I want from you, Mrs. Rush, one way or the other. Cooperate and I'll help you out at work, resist and things will be much harder for you." He warned as his free hand moved up to roughly cup one heaving breast, his fingers kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. "Stop," Tracy moaned softly, her eyes on the floor as his hands roughly groped her, her body betraying her as his unwanted caresses sparked her arousal. "Please, Steve, just stop it. I'll do anything, just please leave me alone." "You'll do anything?" Steve repeated, his thumb stroking over the small projection of her nipple as he leaned over her. "Yes, Mrs. Rush, you are going to do anything," He assured her, tugging on her hard nipple through her dress, "but I'm not going to leave you alone. I've waited too long for this opportunity." He assured her, his hand leaving her panties to grip her wrist, pulling her hand up to press against the large bulge of his erection. "I've been waiting ever since I joined the company to give you this," He insisted, his hand moving hers along the length of his cock, letting her feel the exact shape and size of his manhood. "And today is the day." "Oh god," Tracy whimpered softly, her fingers automatically wrapping around the thick shaft of his penis as he dragged her hand along the length, forcing her to stroke him through his pants. "Don't, Steve, please don't." She pleaded; looking up at her young coworker with tear filled eyes even as her mind was subconsciously comparing his size to that of her husband. "You like that cock don't you, Mrs. Rush," Steve taunted her, ignoring her soulful pleas for him to stop as her fingers traced along his bulge. "I bet it's a bit larger then your husband's isn't it? I'd bet that right now you're imagining what it will feel like to take all of this in you. Aren't you, Mrs. Rush?" "No," Tracy lied, shaking her head as her cheeks burned in shame, embarrassed at his knowledge of what she had been thinking. He was larger then John, much larger, and it was with great shock that the attractive wife found herself idly wondering how it would feel to be fucked by her younger coworker. "You know, for some reason, I just don't believe you, Mrs. Rush," Steve laughed, his hand releasing her wrist, quickly undoing his pants, drawing his massive hard on out in front of her. Pulling her hand to his exposed cock, Steve wrapped her fingers around the thick veined shaft, smiling as she instinctively began to stroke him. "That's right, Tracy," He chuckled encouragingly as her hand slowly moved up and down the length of his cock, "You really do like that cock, don't you? You want it in you, filling you, isn't that right, Mrs. Rush?" "No, that's not true," She almost whimpered, her hand continuing to stroke the thick hard organ as she tried vehemently to deny the truth of his words. The tormented wife and mother could not take her eyes off Steve's cock, her fingers caressing each inch almost obsessively, her pussy drenched in anticipation. To her shame, Tracy realized that she was more aroused now than she had been in a long time, the thought of this young man, only a few years older than her children, desiring her enough to take her in her own house, risking discovery by her family. "I don't believe you, Mrs. Rush," Steve insisted, his hand sliding down to her lap once more, his fingers running over the now damp center of her panties. "I don't think you even believe that yourself," He added softly, his finger tracing along the crevice of her sex, teasing over her hard clit. "You want it, Mrs. Rush. Admit it. Your body is screaming for sex, your pussy is wet and ready. Just admit that you want me to fuck you." "I," Tracy stammered, looking up at the young man looming over her, her cheeks flushed with shame as she finally admitted the truth, "I want... I want you to... to fuck me." "I know you do, Mrs. Rush," Steve assured her, his hand moving up to the waistband of her panties, his fingers sliding under the elastic to caress the soft skin of her stomach. "But I want you to show me how badly you want it," He continued, his fingers moving down to just barely brush her pubic bush. "Let me see how much you want me, what you are willing to do for me before I fuck you." "Please don't," Tracy pleaded, her legs spreading wider as his fingers combed through her thick pubic hair. "Don't make me." "Show me, Mrs. Rush," Steve insisted, his fingers sliding down to caress the soft lips of her sex, "show me how wet your pussy is, how badly you want me to fuck you." "I can't," Tracy pleaded even as her hands moved down, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties, drawing her underwear down off her hips even as she begged with her young coworker. "Please, Steve, please don't make me. My family, they are just in the next room. If they find out." "Then you'll just have to be very quiet," the young man insisted as he watched the attractive woman slowly pushing her panties down, reluctantly exposing the triangle of hair above the puffy lips of her sex. "Won't you, Mrs. Rush?" "God, I can't believe you are doing this to me," Tracy gasped as she pushed her panties down over her knees, letting them fall down her legs to bunch around her ankles. "How could you, Steve?" "Quite easily, Mrs. Rush, quite easily," he chuckled, his fingers running along the wet lips of her cunt, feeling the warm moistness almost pouring out of her sex. "I could do this to you because deep down you really wanted it; you craved it just as your pussy is now craving a cock." "No, no, that's not true," She sobbed, shaking her head in denial even as she knew deep down inside her that he was speaking the truth. She had been having a craving, an irrepressible itch that she could never figure out, never satisfy, and it was shameful horror that she realized that this might be what she wanted. "Stop, please, stop. I don't want this." She pleaded, trying to deny the sudden realization. "Stop lying to me, Mrs. Rush." Steve told her simply, his voice filled with cold amusement. "You want this, you want this so bad that your pussy is dripping onto your chair," He taunted her, his fingers spreading her lips to reveal the glistening pink flesh. "Just look at yourself, Tracy. Look at how wet and ready your cunt is for a good fucking and then tell me truthfully that you don't want this." "I..." Tracy gasped, her gaze falling to her crotch, obeying his command almost subconsciously as she stared in horror at her most private area, shocked at how wet and aroused she really was. "Please Steve, I... huhh," She gasped as he slid one finger deep inside her, her body tensing around the invading digit as a climax ripped through her body. "I don't think you can deny it any longer, Mrs. Rush," Steve laughed as he watched the attractive older woman come, her head tossed back as she struggled to gain control of her own body. "You might as well admit how much of a slut you are, my dear. Admit how badly you want to get fucked right now." "I," Tracy managed to gasp, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she recovered from her sudden orgasm, "I want to get fucked. I... I need to get fucked, Steve." She finally admitted softly, her voice little more than a whisper as Steve slowly slid his finger out of her soaked sex. "Please, Steve." "That's what I thought," Steve chuckled triumphantly as the attractive older woman finally admitted her desire, her cheeks flushed with shame as she almost begged him. "And since you asked so nicely, I'll gladly give you exactly what you want, Mrs. Rush. First though, why don't you get out of that chair and let me sit down." "Yes, Steve," Tracy sighed, her legs trembling slightly as she obediently stood up and stepped aside to let her confident young coworker take her seat, wondering why she automatically deferred to the young man. "Thank you, Tracy," Steve smiled up at her as he leaned back in the comfortable chair, "now why don't you sit back down and get what you want so badly?" He asked, his hand gripping his erection and pointing it straight up at her. "Yes, Steve," Tracy agreed softly, her cheeks burning with shame as she followed his suggestion, straddling his legs with her back to him as she slowly sat down. "That's a good slut, Tracy," Steve chuckled, his hands sliding up her legs, caressing the soft flesh as she lowered herself down onto him. His fingers slid higher, pushing the skirt of her dress up over her hips, exposing her bare ass to his gaze as the tip of his cock brushed against the wet lips of her sex. "I bet John's never had you do it this way, has he?" Steve taunted the married woman as the swollen head of his erection slowly parted her lips as she lowered herself, impaling her hot sex with his cock. "John..." Tracy gasped, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair as she paused, her pussy feeling like it was stretching to the limit around Steve's cock. "No, never like this," she managed to say after a few seconds, "I... I don't think I can keep quiet." She warned, a low moan cutting off her words as she sunk lower on his cock, the thick organ filling her in a way no man ever had before. Tracy and the Intern "You'd better be quiet, Tracy, unless you want your entire family knowing what kind of a whore you are," Steve chuckled, tensing certain muscles so that his cock jerked deep inside the older woman. "Please, I can't," Tracy almost sobbed, biting her lip hard to keep the loud moan she felt rising in her throat. "I can't be quiet." "Well, if you can't be quiet, then we'll just have to silence you somehow," Steve chuckled, reaching down to the floor and picking up her wet panties. Balling up the soft cotton, he held it to her mouth as he instructed, "Open your mouth, Mrs. Rush." "No, please," Tracy moaned, shaking her head slightly as he pressed the soiled cotton panties to her lips. "Not... not my own panties." "Well, Tracy, personally I don't give a damn how quiet you are," Steve assured her flexing his cock deep inside her once more. "I'm not the one who will have to explain this to your husband and kids when you are too loud." "I... I hate you," Tracy sobbed as she opened her mouth, her tongue tasting her own juices on the cotton as Steve forced the wadded panties into her mouth. "Yeah, you probably do," Steve chuckled, "but that's not going to stop you from fucking me." He added, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her down suddenly, burying all of his hard cock deep inside her. Tracy screamed into her panties as her pussy was stretched out by her younger coworker's large cock, the damp cotton muffling her cry down to a low moan as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. "Oh, you are enjoying this, aren't you, Mrs. Rush?" Steve chuckled as the older woman's body tensed, her pussy convulsing around his invading cock as she came. "I always knew you'd be a hot piece of ass but I never thought you'd be this much of a slut," He taunted her softly, his hand dipping down between her widespread thighs to lightly caress the swollen lips of her pussy as they wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. Tracy sobbed around her soiled panties, Steve's taunting words digging deep into her mind as the pleasurable waves of her climax subsided. He was right, she thought to herself, she was a slut or at least she was acting like one. No one but a slut would fuck another man while her family was in the next room. Only a slut would come twice in such rapid succession and still be wanting more. His fingers on the soft wet flesh of her sex sent tingles of pleasure through her, grinding her hips against his exploring fingers to prolong the pleasurable sensations. "Oh, does my slut want more?" Steve asked in mock disbelief as Tracy gyrated on his lap, his fingers stroking the hard nub of her clitoris. Tracy just nodded her head in shame, her entire being focused solely on the pleasure she was receiving, all her thoughts and objections pushed aside by her sudden overwhelming lust. "Well, Mrs. Rush, since you've been such a good slut," Steve assured her, his large hands going to her waist, lifting her up and down on his cock, setting a slow pace for their fucking. "You had better get used to this, Tracy. This is how you'll be spending your lunch breaks at the office from now on," He promised her as he felt his own climax rapidly approaching. Tracy shivered at his words, the thought of being used by this younger man on a daily basis was repugnant to her but deep inside she was happy at the thought of the pleasure he could bring her. "Oh, yeah," Steve sighed as he began to come, his cock jerking and bucking in Tracy's tight pussy. "Such a good slut," He assured Tracy as he shot ribbon after ribbon of sticky semen deep into her. Tracy gasped as she felt Steve come, the sensation of his semen shooting deep into causing her to climax once more. She felt like a rag doll, her entire body tired and listless from her multiple orgasms as she felt Steve's cock slip from her ravaged pussy. "That was very good, Mrs. Rush," Steve complimented her as he lifted her off his lap, his cock sliding out of her well fucked vagina as he pulled the improvised gag out of her mouth. "You are an even better fuck then I had hoped for, Tracy ." "I... I," Tracy gasped, her mind slowly beginning to clear of the lustful fog, realization and shame filling her at her actions as she stood in front of him, their mixed juices slowly leaking out of her sex and down the inside of her thighs. "Now, one more thing and I'll leave you to finish up your work, Mrs. Rush," Steve promised her with a smile, motioning to his semi hard cock covered in her juices. "What?" Tracy gasped, her mind refusing to grasp what it was he wanted. "You made quite a mess here, Tracy," Steve chuckled, "I think it's only right for you to clean up after yourself." "Oh, okay," Tracy nodded dumbly, glancing around the office for something to wipe Steve's cock clean with. "No, Tracy, with your mouth," Steve instructed with a laugh as he saw her looking around the small office. "I want you to lick and suck my cock clean, Mrs. Rush." "I... I see," Tracy stammered as she reluctantly knelt down between his legs, her hand reaching out to gently grip the base of his still hard cock. As she slowly bent her head down towards her young coworker's crotch, Mrs. Rush could hear her family laughing and talking in the next room. Closing her eyes tightly, the tormented woman tried to block out the sounds of her family as she reluctantly took Steve's cock into her mouth. "Hmm, that's a good slut, Tracy," Steve murmured as she began to suck him, her tongue tentatively tasting their combined juices as it ran along the thick veined shaft of his cock. Leaning back in the chair slightly, Steve glanced around the office as Tracy dutifully sucked his cock, his eye being drawn to a photograph on Tracy 's desk. "Who is this?" He asked, picking up the photo for a closer examination. The picture showed an attractive blonde woman posing on a rock with water in the background. Steve couldn't help but admire the way the light blue Capri pants hugged the woman's legs as she reclined on the shore. "That is Brenda," Tracy answered as she lifted her mouth off his cock, her mouth filled with the taste of her own pussy. "And who is Brenda?" Steve asked, his hand going to the back of Tracy 's head and gently guiding her mouth back towards his cock. "She's my sister," Tracy answered between licks, her tongue swirling around the bulbous head of his erection as her fingers caressed his shaft. "My step-sister actually." "Hmm, she's lovely," Steve commented as Tracy took him into her mouth once more, the head of his cock sliding easily into her throat. "What does she do for a living?" He asked as he felt his climax approaching, his hand on the back of Tracy 's head holding her in place as he began to come. Tracy gagged as the hot semen shot into the back of her throat, swallowing it as fast as she could as Steve shot his load into her mouth. "She's... she's a teacher," She gasped once he relinquished his hold on her head, letting her mouth slide off his now deflating penis. "I want to meet her," Steve told her simply as he put the photograph back on her desk. "Monday, at lunch, would be a good time." "Why do you want to meet Brenda?" Tracy asked, swallowing the last of his semen as she knelt on the floor in front of him. "Why do you think I want to meet her?" Steve replied with a gesture towards his crotch. "But... but she's married," Tracy protested weakly as she thought of her younger sister in Steve's control. "So? So are you, Mrs. Rush, and that didn't stop me today. Call her and arrange to meet her at the Raddison downtown, they have a very nice restaurant in the lobby there." Steve instructed the woman as he stood up, casually buttoning his pants as he looked down at her. "I... I can't," Tracy shook her head, not daring to look up at the young man who now seemed to control her. "You can, Tracy , and you will unless you want everyone to know about today. About how much of a slut you really are," He promised her softly, his hand reaching down to cup her chin and lift her face up so that he could look into her eyes. "Bring Brenda to the Raddison on Monday or your reputation is ruined," He assured her one last time before he stepped to the door. "Yes," Tracy sighed softly, still kneeling where he left her as he opened the door. "Oh, Steve," She spoke finally, stopping him as he was about to leave the room, "thank you... for the Parme files." "Oh, believe me, Mrs. Rush, it was my pleasure," He replied with a cruel smile before stepping out and closing the door behind him, leaving her alone in the middle of her office. Tracy and the Plumber "Hi, are you the plumber?" Tracy Willows asks anxiously as she opens the door. It's early in the morning and the neighborhood is still waking up. "Thank god, you're finally here." "Hello, Ma'am." Steve Pope answers with a smile, his eyes running over the older woman quickly. Nice, He thinks to himself as he notes her slender body and attractive face. "I came as early as I could to fix your sink. Just show me where it is and I should have it working in no time." "Sure... please follow me..." Tracy says, opening the door wider for him, wondering if it was just her imagination or had this young man really just checked out her body. She knew she was still considered an attractive woman but something about having a young man, probably only a few years older then her own son, admiring her made her uncomfortable. Steve smiles encouragingly as he steps into her nicely furnished house, "This is a nice house, Mrs. Willows. Very nice," He notes as she leads him into the kitchen, his eyes running over her figure one more time before she turns to him, motioning towards the sink with a look of aggravation. "Thank you," Tracy responds, watching the young plumber carefully. Something about his tone made her think he wasn't talking about her house. Unconsciously her hand pulled the lapels of her dark blue blazer together, covering the white silk blouse beneath it as she turned back towards the sink. "So what seems to be the problem?" Steve asked, his eyes running over her hips and down her legs, admiring the shape of her calves below the knee length skirt she wore. Hmm, what a MILF, Steve thought to himself as he stepped up closer behind her to look into the sink over her shoulder. "Well... I don't know... the sink can't drain anything at all since last night - it drives me crazy...!" Mrs. Willows told him, almost jumping in surprise at suddenly finding him standing so close to her. "I'll take a look at the drain," Steve assures her, opening the cabinet under the sink, and lying down on his back his head and shoulders under the sink. "Can you do me a favor and turn the water on?" He asks as he starts to check all the fittings on the drain pipes. "Uh, Yeah, sure..." Tracy agrees, having to step over his waist and lean forward to reach the faucet. "How's that?" She asked as she straddled his waist and turned on the water. "Just about perfect," Steve mumbles to himself, his eyes running up her legs from the open toed heels up. Scooting backwards slightly, he was able to see all of her legs, disappearing up under the hem of her skirt. "Perfect," He repeats softly to himself as he sees the light blue panties hidden in the shadows of her skirt. "What?" Mrs. Willows asks, glancing down at the young plumber only to see him peeking up her skirt. Tracy felt her cheeks heat up as she blushed furiously, quickly stepping over him and pressing her legs together. God, did he see anything? The wife and mother wondered as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "Did... did you find the problem?" She asked softly, avoiding his gaze as he stands up. "Hmm, I can't see anything wrong down here." Steve admits, cursing himself for being caught looking up her skirt although he wonders about her not chastising him about it. Moving closer to the sink, closer to her until his body was tight against hers inhaling the soft fragrance of her perfume. "Although I did see something I should get a closer inspection of," He tells her softly, his hand seeming to brush innocently against the soft mound of her ass. "What... what do you mean, I... I... don't understand..." Tracy asks in a dry and shaking voice, uncomfortable at having him so near, her blush redoubling as she feels his hand brush against her rear. "I need a closer inspection of the drain fittings but it's kind of a two man job to take it apart. Could you hold the pipes for me as I take them apart?" He asks innocently as he steps away again, his nose full of her scent as he lays back on the floor, sliding under the sink. "My assistant would normally do it, but he's sick today." "Hmmm... okay... How... hmmm... how do you want me to do it...?" "Well, Mrs. Willows, if you stand with a foot on either side of my body and just sort of squat down, you should be able to get a hold of the pipes." He suggests, hoping she'll do as he asks. "The only other way would be for you to lay down under the sink with me, and I don't want to dirty your suit." "O...okay," Tracy says as she squats down over his prostate body, one foot on either side of his chest as she leans forward, her hands holding the shiny steel drain. She tries to keep her knees close together, her thighs pressed tight to each other but the position makes it almost impossible. Please God, don't let him be staring up at me, Tracy prayed silently, avoiding looking down at the young man beneath her as she can almost feel his lecherous gaze running over her thighs like a caressing hand. Steve can't help but smile as the attractive older woman straddles him, her knees tight together but slowly spreading wider apart the longer she remains in that position. He starts loosening the fittings one by one, his eyes frequently glancing over at Mrs. Willows' legs, watching them slowly spread until the light blue of her panties is visible again. His eyes admire the mounded shape of her pussy through the thin cotton until all thoughts of the stuck drain are forgotten. His tongue licks his suddenly dry lips as he tries to picture the folds of skin, the damp pink place hidden behind those cotton panties. "So... how... how bad is it...?? Mr. Pope...?? Do I still need to hold it...?" Mrs. Willows asks after a few minutes of silence, the young plumber not seeming to be doing anything although she can still feel his lustful gaze on her most private of areas. "Huh? Oh, it's not that bad, Mrs. Reed." He says, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her panties and turning his attention back to the drain pipe. "I should be able to fix it in a jiffy," He assures her, his hands taking the pipes out of her hands and laying them down, cleaning them out quickly before handing them back to his reluctant assistant. "Don't worry, Mrs. Reed, it's got my undivided attention." He lies easily, his eyes drawn back up her skirt, as she holds the pipes up for him to tighten again. Normally it would only take a few seconds for Steve to retighten the fittings but he intentionally drew the job out longer, his lust growing for the mature women that was squatting over him. Tracy knew where his eyes were, what he was seeing but couldn't do anything but hold the pipes as he directed and hope he'd finish soon. Unable to look at him, Mrs. Willows turned her head, her teeth biting into her lip in shame as she knew the young man was examining the inside secret space of her skirt, the place only her husband had ever seen. The conservative wife and mother wanted to cry out at being humiliated and embarrassed by this strange man. "There, all done." Steve announced as he tightened the last piece of pipe on the drain, glancing up at her face, seeing the blush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Thank you, Mrs. Willows," He says, placing one hand on her bare knee as she squats over him, "you've been a huge help to me." "Th...Thank you... Mr. Pope... so... so can I... let go of the pipes now..." Tracy asked, glancing down at him uncomfortably as she feels his hand on her bare leg. "Yeah, you can let go of the pipes now, Mrs. Willows." He tells her with a friendly smile, "but there's something else you can help me with." Placing his other hand on her knee Steve holds her thighs spread wide as he openly looks up her skirt, admiring the panty covered mound of her pussy. "You know, Mrs. Willows, I've always liked older women," He told her with a smile, his hands sliding off her knees and onto the soft bare skin of her thighs, "and you are one of the best older women I've seen in a long time." "I... Mr. Pope..." Tracy gasps, her hands letting go of the pipes and reaching up, placing them on the counter as she looked down at the leering young man under her. "I... I don't know... don't know what you're talking about..." She tells him in a weak shaking voice, her large blue eyes filled with shame as she looked down at him. "Come now, Mrs. Willows," Steve chuckles, enjoying the look of humiliation on the married woman's face as she squats astride his chest. "I mean I don't usually care what kind of panties a woman has on, but seeing those cute lacy panties you've got on is really driving me crazy. It's really very sexy," He told her, licking his lips suggestively. "Mr... Mr. Pope... you... you shouldn't talk to me like this... Please remove your hands from me... I... I... am a happily married woman, please respect me a little..." Tracy told the insolent young man beneath her, her voice starting off commanding but ended up as little more then a soft pleading whisper. She sees the laughing scorn in his eyes as she turns her head away, knowing that she should move, should scream, should do something to make him stop but finding herself unable to act. She was ashamed as all she could do was squat there like a fool letting a man she didn't even know look up her skirt at her most intimate of areas. "What I'm curious about now though," Steve says after a few seconds of silence, ignoring her plea for him to remove his hands, "is whether or not you're wearing a matching bra? How about it, Mrs. Willows? Are you wearing a lacy blue bra under that silk blouse?" "ohhh... please... don't don't... Mr... Mr. Pope, you... you have no right to ask me, you have no right to do this to me that because I'm married..." Tracy pleads with him softly, her head hanging low as she looks down at her tormentor laying beneath her spread legs. "You know, Mrs. Willows, the fact that you are married," Steve tells her in a harsh whisper, his hands sliding further up her thighs, "that just adds to the excitement of it. You know what they say about forbidden fruit? Now why don't you show me if your bra matches your panties." "ohhh... god..." Tracy moans softly in shame, shaking her head slightly in denial of what was happening, her blonde hair hiding her face. "This is so humiliating... yes... they... they are matching... please... please don't make me show it to you...please..." "Oh, Mrs. Willows," Steve replies smiling at her embarrassment, "that's so sexy, matching bra and panties. I bet your husband enjoys seeing you in your panties almost as much as I am. Now, why don't you let me see that pretty lacy blue bra?" "Please... Mr... Mr. Pope, I... I... don't even know you... ahhhhhaaa..." Tracy moans softly, hesitating a few seconds as she looks down at him, tears in her eyes. "Please..." Mrs. Willows repeats, her fingers slowly open her dark blue blazer, unbuttoning the first three buttons on her blouse. "Don't... don't make me..." She begs even as her hands pull the silk blouse aside, exposing the edge of her light blue lacy cotton bra, She looks away from him, her tears running down her cheek as she can almost feel his eyes running over the soft mounds of her exposed breasts, hating him and hating herself for allowing him to put her in this position "Very nice, Mrs. Willows," Steve comments, loving how the position she is squatting in makes her breasts almost pop out of her blouse. "Do all of your bras and panties match or was today a special occasion? Where you planning to surprise hubby with your undies later on?" "ahhhaa... no... I... I... always have matching undergarments on... Please... this is too much... I... I don't plan... plan to surprise anyone, even... even my husband..." Tracy answers softly, ashamed at feeling the need to explain herself to this young man who was tormenting her like this. "You've got magnificent tits," He notes almost absently, his fingers gently caressing the soft flesh of her thigh as she continues to squat over him. "So many women just let themselves go after they have kids, I'm glad you kept yourself in shape. It's definitely a pleasant change from most of the frumpy housewives I meet during my day." "Mr. Pope... please... please let me go... you shouldn't... you shouldn't do this to me... please... I'm a respectable wife and mom... And I've got to go work now...please, I don't want to be late and let people see me like a mess... please..." Tracy pleads, her voice shaking as a sob escapes her lips, her eyes unable to meet his scornful ones. "Oh, I think you're definitely going to be late for work today," Steve tells her with a mocking smile, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up legs. Bending his neck, the young man peers into the shadowed area of her skirt, an evil hungry smile on his face as he told her, "Oh, Mrs. Willows I like your panties, especially the way they hug your pussy. Why, I think I can actually make out your cunt lips through your panties. I'd bet you have a very cute pussy. Do you keep it trimmed, Mrs. Willows?" Tracy closed her eyes, struggling to keep a sob of humiliation from escaping her as she slowly nods her head. Why? Why don't I do something? Why can't I make him stop? The conservative wife wondered to herself as she silently acknowledged his question. I should move, I must move but I... I can't. Tracy cries to herself as she feels his hands sliding even further up her legs, her dark blue skirt now bunched up around her hips as she squats over him. "So you do keep it trimmed, Mrs. Willows?" Steve asks, enjoying the sight of the attractive older women silently submitting to him, answering his degrading questions. "I bet hubby loves pounding your cute little cunt, doesn't he, Mrs. Willows? When was the last time you and Mr. Willows fucked?" He asked, seeing her wince slightly in embarrassment at his personal question. "two... two... two weeks ago... Mr. Pope... ahhhhaaa... I hate you... ahhhhaa..." Tracy sobs, her thighs trembling as she looks down at her tormentor again, her blue eyes filled with shame as she pleads with him once more, "Please... stop it... please..." "You hate me?" Steve asks incredulously, his expression one of mocking innocence as his hands slide up to rest on the beautiful woman's hips. "If you hate me, Mrs. Willows, why are you allowing me to do this? Why are you submitting to me, answering my questions if you hate me so much?" He chuckles, enjoying watching the shame in her face as he voices the same questions she wondered mentally. "Your husband must be a damned fool." Steve tells her, changing the topic quickly as he turned his attention back to her panties, "If I had access to your hot little body, I'd be pounding that little pussy every chance I could. Now, let's get a closer look at your panties," He announces, his hands moving up to grip her by the waist, pulling her forward until his nose just barely brushes against the center of her panties. "Oh, Mrs. Willows," He mumbles loudly, inhaling deeply, "I can smell your hot married pussy through your panties. It smells so wonderful, makes me want to lick it." "Oh... god, please... no... No... please... please don't... I... I...no..." Mrs. Willows gasps, her hands moving down to cover his as they rest on her hips, knowing that he is smelling her most personal scent, a scent she's never shared with anyone not even her husband. "Hmm, Mrs. Willows," The young plumber says, his nose brushing against her panties as she trembles slightly in his grasp, "Does my smelling your sweaty pussy embarrass you?" I ask, "Does knowing that a stranger is sniffing your scented panties humiliate you?" "ye... yesss... it... it does... how... how could..." Mrs. Willows moans softly, tears running down her face as she feels his hot breath on the thin cotton fabric of her panties. How can I face my husband... my family... again after this? Tracy wonders silently as she feels his nose brush against the mound of her sex. "Please... I'll... I'll give you anything you want... please, don't... don't do this to me." "Oh, Mrs. Willows," Steve replies coldly, "I'm not interested in anything you can give me. Right now, the only thing I'm interested in is you," He tells her, stretching his tongue out to lick along the length of her panties. "ahhhhaaaa... no... No... please, not like that...!" Tracy moans out desperately, her entire body shaking as she feels his tongue slowly trace the outline of her pussy, the tip slowly, teasingly running over the cleft of her labia through her panties. "Please..." Mrs. Willows almost whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought her bodies reaction to his touch, hating the knowledge that this young man, this rapist was making her aroused, her body becoming sexually aroused despite her every intention. "Stop... I beg of you..." The humiliated wife and mother moans softly, ashamed as she felt the insides of her panties suddenly moisten with her juices. "Mmmm," Steve murmurs in appreciation as she whimpers softly above him, his tongue swirling over the damp cotton of her panties as he tastes her sudden arousal. "Why Mrs. Willows," He comments, his tongue taking one long lick from the base of her labia slowly up until it runs over the soft mound of her pubic hair, "I'd almost say you were beginning to get wet from the amount of heat that's coming from your pussy. You wouldn't be enjoying this at all, would you? Not a respected wife and mother like you." "No... I... I love my kids... I... I... love my husband..." Mrs. Willows moans softly, trying to deny the rush of heat that is rapidly spreading through her body, the wet moist need that his tongue seems to have awoken in her. "I... I... am happily married... ahhhhaaa... stop it..." "Mrs. Willows, I never doubted you loved your family," He replies scornfully, pressing his mouth firmly over the mound of her pussy, sucking loudly on her sensitive skin through the now soaked cloth of her panties. "But judging from the lovely scent and taste coming from your cunt I'd say you're definitely beginning to enjoy this." "I... I... don't... I can't enjoy this... You are... you're an evil man and you make me sinful... aaahhaaaa," She gasped out, her back arching as his tongue suddenly focused on the hard little nub of her clit. "please... please let me go..." She begs, trying to raise her hip up a bit to avoid his persistent tongue even as she longed for his caressing licks on her panty covered vagina. "I don't think so, Mrs. Willows, at least not yet," Steve hisses sharply, his fingers tightening painfully on her waist as pulls her back down towards him, holding her tight against his licking and sucking mouth. "You're not going anywhere until I'm completely done with you, Mrs. Willows." He tells her once he lifts his mouth from the saliva soaked center of her panties. "What...what do you want from me?" Tracy moaned in shame and pleasure as she feels his mouth on her pussy once more. "please... let me go... please... let go of me, my legs are sore..." She begs tearfully, the muscles of her thighs feeling as if they are on fire as her legs start to tremble. "Hell, I thought what I wanted from you was pretty obvious," Steve tells her with a soft chuckle, his hands sliding down over the soft flesh of her thighs, "What I want from you. Mrs. Willows, and what I'm going to get is to use your hot married body for my pleasure. I plan to fuck you, Mrs. Willows." He tells her simply as he suddenly lets go of her and sliding out from underneath her, stands up. "ahh... no... no... I... I... don't deserve this... I've... I've done nothing... I'm a respectable wife and mom... how could I be humiliated in this way by a rude stranger in my own kitchen..." Tracy starts to cry, her shoulders shaking from silent sobs as she remains squatting in front of her sink, her hands resting on the edge of her counter as her tormentor stands behind her. Tracy and the Plumber "Mrs. Willows, you may or may not deserve it but I'm going to fuck you," Steve tells her, his voice gentle as he bends down over her, his hands sliding under her arms as he lifts her to her feet. "I'm going to fuck your married pussy, I'm going to treat you like a common whore, and to tell you the truth, to be completely honest with you, I think somewhere deep inside you, you're going to like it." He whispers in her ear as he leans close behind her, his arm sliding around her slender waist as she leans against the counter, staring into the sink as his words slowly sink into her mind. "Please... don't... I... I can't..." Tracy moans softly, raising her head and looking back over her shoulder at the young man who holds her in his power. "Don't... don't make me..." "So, Mrs. Willows, have you ever been fucked in your kitchen before?" He asks curiously, his hand sliding over the soft silk fabric of her blouse, his fingers caressing her stomach as he looks into her red tear filled eyes. "Have you and your husband ever gotten a little kinky in here, Tracy? The kids in bed or away for the weekend, hubby feeling a little frisky, the two of you going at it like a couple of teenagers on the kitchen table? Well, Mrs. Willows, how about it?" "no... please... I... we've never... please... never..." Tracy sobs, shaking her head slightly as her eyes dart over to the table where only a short hour ago she sat with her family for breakfast. "don't... don't do it... I'm begging you..." She pleads, her blue eyes moving back to his face, unable to look him in the eyes as her gaze falls back to the sink. "Oh, Mrs. Willows, I'm going to enjoy taking you," Steve tells her almost gently, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her neck as he whispers to her. His hand slides up from her waist, across the soft smooth fabric of her blouse to cup her heaving breasts. "ohhh... not like this... please... ahhhhhaaaa..." Tracy moans out in pleasure, leaning back against his chest as she looks back at him, her eyes filled with shame even as she arches her back, forcing more of her soft breast into his groping hand. His hand slides into the open neck of her blouse, his fingers roughly caressing the soft mound of her tit as she leans back against him, her shapely ass pressing hard against the protruding bulge of his cock. "You're really a slut, aren't you, Mrs. Willows?" He asks, tormenting her with his knowledge as his fingers run over the laced edge of her blue bra, feeling the hard nub of her nipple poking his palm through the thin fabric. "You're aroused by this although you deny it. I bet your pussy is soaking wet right now, isn't it Mrs. Willows?" Tracy sobs, her eyes squeezing shut as she bit her lip, her head seeming to nod against her will, agreeing with his degrading words despite herself. She hated the fact that he seemed to know exactly how to treat her, what to say to her to make her arousal increase. She'd never felt like this, never been treated or spoken to like this and she despised the fact that despite all her thoughts she was turned on by it. "I knew you were a hot piece of ass when you didn't object to me looking up your skirt," Steve tells her with a smile as he buries his nose in the thick blonde hair, inhaling the soft floral scent of her shampoo as his fingers find the hard nub of her nipple through her bra. "ahhhaaaa... I...I... didn't do it... didn't let you look on purpose... you... you said you wanted me to help and I did... ahhhhaaaa..." Mrs. Willows protests weakly, leaning fully against him as she arches her back more as she feels his rough fingers stroke her nipple. "You were probably secretly hoping something like this would happen, Mrs. Willows. Your sorry excuse for a husband doesn't deserve you. Not fucking you for two weeks, he almost forced you to accept me. From now on, you belong to me. I own you, body and soul, not your husband. Do you understand, Tracy?" "I... ye.. yes... I... I understand... I... I... belong to my rapist... I belong... belong to you... ahhhha," Mrs. Willows breathes, her legs feeling weak as she surrenders to him, ashamed of her weakness and yet craving his domination. "Very good, Tracy," Steve chuckles, his hand slipping off her heaving breast, sliding down over the soft skin of her stomach to rest on her hips. "I want you to bend over, Tracy. Bend over the counter and spread your legs slightly." He instructs the compliant housewife, knowing that truly he can do anything to her now. Tracy feels a tingle of excitement that embarrasses her as she glances over her shoulder, her long blonde hair falling down out to partially obscure one side of her face as she looks at Steve, looking at him for a brief minute of hesitation before she slowly bends down, her hands still gripping the edge of the counter as she spreads her legs slightly. "Bend all the way over, slut." Steve commands sharply, placing a hand on her neck and pressing down until her cheek rests against the cold countertop. "That's better, Tracy." He says as his fingers grip the hem of her skirt, drawing it up over her hips. "Now spread your legs wider," He instructs her as he admires the shape of her ass as she bends over the counter. Tracy whimpers softly, shivering as her cheek is pressed against the cold countertop, her legs slowly spreading wider as she feels his hand slide down off her neck, tracing her spine down until his fingers are resting on the waistband of her panties. "Very good," Steve says, smiling as Tracy silently complies with his instructions, his hand sliding down to trace over the light blue cotton of her panties, his fingers running along the leg hole as she bends over in front of him. "You really are a hot slut, aren't you, Mrs. Willows?" he asks, chuckling softly as his fingers curl into one leg hole, pulling her panties aside to reveal the damp lips of her pussy. "no..." Tracy whispers softly, her voice barely audible as she presses her cheek against the cool formica of her countertop, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels his hand roughly caressing the soft lips of her pussy. "I'll bet no one's ever fucked you in your kitchen, while you were dressed for work before. I bet it excites you, doesn't it Tracy?" He asks, knowing the words torment her as his fingers slowly spread the lips of her pussy. Bending down, his face close to the exposed pink flesh of her sex, Steve makes a point of inspecting the soft wet folds of her pussy. "Oh, such a pretty little pussy, I can't wait to fuck it." "ohhh... ohhh..." Tracy moans loudly, squirming under his touch, the thought of his eyes inspecting the secret folds of her sex causing her to almost faint from shame even as her thighs spread wider, allowing him greater access to her most intimate area. "I bet no one's ever seen you like this before, not even your doctor," Steve comments as he spreads her labia wider, peering into the wet pink orifice of her vagina. "Oh, my, Mrs. Willows, I can almost see into your womb. Probably the last person to see this far inside you was your kids when you were birthing them." "ahhhhaaa... no... god, please... my rapist now knows everything of me... my deepest secrets of my womanhood... ahhhaaaa..." Tracy sobs, her eyes squeezing shut in shame as she lays across her counter, her dark blue business suit in disarray as the young plumber carefully inspects her pussy. "You've got a cute cervix, Tracy," Steve compliments her, knowing his casual comments only serve to embarrass and humiliate her more. "I think I need more light though, Mrs. Willows." He tells her, picking up the small flashlight he carries in his toolbox, his fingers spreading her labia almost painfully wide open. "Ah, that's better." He exclaims as he shines the beam of light into the tight wet hole of her pussy, "now, I can see everything about you. All your intimate area is mine to inspect, Tracy." "ahhhaaaa... God...my... you're seeing the deep side of my soul... ahhhhaaaaa...it's... it's so humiliating... I have nothing to hide from you now... you know how I smell like, how I look like inside my most private area... ahhhaaa... I have no secrets anymore..." Mrs. Willows moaned in shame, hating the young man who had forced her into this compromising position but loathing herself even more as she feels her juices flooding her pussy, wetting his fingers as he continues to examine her. "Oh, look at that pussy juice dripping onto the floor, you are really soaking wet from this aren't you, Tracy?" Steve asks, his fingers holding the lips of her pussy apart as the juice of her arousal glistens on the soft pink flesh. "I wonder how your pussy tastes," He wonders aloud, his finger sliding easily into the tight opening of her vagina, gathering a bead of moisture on his finger before bringing it to his lips. "Mmm, you taste good, Mrs. Willows." Steve announces, making loud lip smacking noises as he tastes her juices. "Would you like a taste?" He asks his finger sliding back into her flooded sex, coating his finger before pressing it against her half parted lips. Tracy looks up at him, her large blue eyes meeting his as she opens her mouth, the pink tip of her tongue sliding out to lick the droplets of moisture from his finger. She feels sick even as she tastes herself, noting that the taste isn't bad as her tongue continues to lick his finger clean. "That's right, that's a good little slut tasting her own pussy," He tells her encouragingly moving his finger closer to her mouth. "Do you like the taste of your pussy? Does licking your juices from your rapist's finger excite you?" He asks as he slides his finger into her mouth, her tongue caressing it as she begins to suck on it, simulating a blow job as she continues to look up at him. "Does my slut enjoy this, Mrs. Willows?" Tracy sobs slightly as she slowly nods her head, her mouth sucking eagerly on his finger as if it was a cock, her eyes never leaving his as she wonders again what has come over her. I... I've never acted like this... not even with John, my own husband... why... why can't I resist him? She asks herself silently as she felt his other hand slide over her ass, hating the eager anticipation she felt course through her as his fingers neared the damp center of her sex. "And who does this slutty juicy little pussy belong to, Mrs. Willows?" Steve asks softly as he draws his finger out of her sucking mouth even as his other hand spread the swollen lips of her pussy. "It... it belongs to... to you... to my rapist - Mr. Pope, " Tracy moans in shame looking over her shoulder as he bends down behind her, feeling his hot breath on the most intimate area of her body. "What... what are you doing...ahhhhhhaaaaa..." Her words are cut off in a sudden gasp as she feels his mouth suddenly cover the exposed pink flesh of her sex, his tongue drilling into her flooded vagina. "oh... oh... god..." The ashamed wife moans, thrusting her hips back towards her tormentor, trying to draw more of his lapping tongue into her. For several minutes the only sounds in the quiet suburban house were Tracy's low soft moans of pleasure and shame mixing with the loud smacking sounds of Steve's mouth as he licked and sucked at her flooded sex. "Ah, so delicious," Steve murmurs appreciatively as he lifts his mouth from the swollen pink lips of her cunt, his hands roughly massaging the soft flesh of her ass as the humiliated housewife leaned over the counter. "You've got a lovely pussy, Mrs. Willows, so juicy and tasty." He compliments her, his hand suddenly slapping her ass gently as he stands up. "I... I..." Tracy moans, her eyes looking back at him as he towers over her, his hands still on the soft globes of her ass as she squirms at the sudden feeling of emptiness in her crotch. As much as she hated to admit it she was longing to feel his mouth on her most private area, his wonderful tongue curving and licking the moist inner walls of her sex. The warm feeling that was spreading through her body told her she was close to cumming, tears forming in her eyes as she admitted she was about to orgasm from the young man's forced attentions. "Please... please... I need... I need to cum." She begs softly, her legs spreading wider as she thrust her ass back towards the plumber. "Oh, so my little slut needs to cum, does she?" Steve asks her teasingly, his eyes laughing at the need he sees in the older woman's eyes as she pleads for sexual release. As she looked up at him, humiliation in her eyes as she watched his tongue lick the copious juices from around his mouth. "Well, Mrs. Willows, what will you do for me if I let you cum? If I bring your hot little pussy to orgasm, what will you do to repay me?" He asked with a smirk as he knelt behind her once more, his fingers sliding down to spread the thick lips of her pussy as he awaited her answer. "I... I'll... I'll do... anything... anything at all for you," Tracy gasps, her entire body twitching as she feels his breath once more on the sensitive pink flesh of her pussy. "I... I need to... I need to cum... please, I'll... I'll do anything for you." "Hmm, I think that maybe you would," Steve comments, leaning forward slightly to inhale the musky scent of her flooded sex, as she shivers slightly before him, "Would you submit to me, Mrs. Willows? Would you leave your husband, your family to be my own personal fuck doll, my little cum slut, Tracy? Would you do this for me if I allow you to cum, to bring you to orgasm?" "oh... I..." Tracy sobs softly, the images of her family, her beloved husband, flashing in front of her eyes as she feels his tongue lightly licking along the contour of her spread pussy, tracing along the soft lips of her labia. "I... yes... damn you... I... I'll do anything... anything for you..." The humiliated housewife moans as she feels his mouth once more cover her pussy, his tongue forcefully sliding into her tight vagina. "I... oh... oh, god..." Mrs. Willows gasped, her hands squeezing the countertop painfully tight as she feels his fingers slide down to gently toy with her engorged clit as his tongue delves deeper then any man has before. "Oh, FUCK! FUCK!!!" She screams, her body convulsing as she orgasms, her pussy contracting tightly as her juices gush into his eager mouth, spilling onto the tile floor as her legs feel suddenly weak. "Damn, Mrs. Willows." Steve chuckles as he slowly stands up, his tongue taking one last lick of her juices, his hands sliding up to grip her waist. "I knew you'd probably be a hot fuck, but I didn't expect you to be this good." He told her, looking down at her as she struggles to regain her breath, her eyes slightly glazed from the waves of pleasure as she looked up at him. "It's been awhile since you came like that, hasn't it Tracy? Your husband has never given you an orgasm like I just did. He just doesn't know how a little slut like you needs to be fucked, does he?" Steve asks, bending over so that his lips are brushing against her cheek, his body pressed tight against her as she lays across the counter, the large bulge of his cock rubbing against the soft flesh of her ass. "I... no... no, he's... John's a good man... he never... I love him..." Tracy panted softly, her eyes meeting his for a brief second before she looks away, afraid of the emotions he'll see in her large blue eyes. "Well, good man or not," Steve tells her, standing up his hand grips her shoulder, rolling her over onto her back, "he's never fucked you like you deserve, like your slutty little pussy craves." He tells her, his hands gripping her waist and pushing her back on to the counter so that only her long legs dangle off, her feet missing the floor by several inches as he steps between her spread thighs. "John has never fucked you like I'm about to," he declares, one hand sliding down to the fly of his jeans, quickly freeing his straining cock from its confines. "oh... oh, please..." Mrs. Willows gasps, shaking her head slightly as her eyes run over the thick veined shaft of her rapist's cock. "I'm... my family... I... I can't..." Tracy begs, her blue eyes filled with shame as she feels a trill of anticipation run through her body, centering in the wet folds of her pussy as she examines the young man's engorged penis. She hated her body's reaction, the betrayal she felt as her pussy yearned to have him deep inside her. "Oh, you can, Mrs. Willows. And I think you secretly want to," Steve taunts her, leaning over her as she lays across the counter, the hard shaft of his cock pressed against the soft mound of her pussy as he brings his lips close to her ear. "You want me to fuck you, Tracy. Your married pussy is almost begging for my cock, you need a man inside you, a cock filling your slutty cunt." "N...no...please..." The humiliated wife and mother gasps, hating the truth her body acknowledged in his words as almost against her will her legs spread wider, giving him fuller access to her flooded sex. "I... only John... my husband..." Tracy gasps, her words slowly fading away as she feels the hard, hot shaft of his cock rubbing against the soft folds of her pussy, her hips rising up offering herself to him. "Ah, Tracy," Steve chuckles, seeing the shame and desire in her blue eyes as his hands slide along the soft skin of her thighs, feeling her body tremble under his caress. "You can deny it all you want, tell yourself you're a respectable wife, a conservative mother but your body, your pussy, knows the truth. Your juicy little cunt admits the real facts, it tells the truth, it knows that you're truly a slut, a whore hiding behind the respectable life you've built." He tells her, his voice a low whisper as his hands slide up her legs, nearing the wet center of her womanhood. "No...no...please..." Tracy moans softly, biting her lip as she feels the swollen mushroom shaped head of his cock brush against her swollen labia sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "I... I can't...oh, God!!!!" She cries out as his cock suddenly plunges deep into her, filling her completely as he slides into her. Her back arches, her eyes flutter close as her fingers dig into the hard countertop, her body electrified at the sudden sensation of his cock filling her. "You love this don't you, Mrs. Willows? You're body is so hot, you're so ready to be truly fucked. This is how you've always wanted it to be, taken on your kitchen counters by a man you don't even know..." Steve pants, his hips thrusting deep into her, his cock rubbing against the soft silken inner walls with a delicious friction. "You're a whore, Mrs. Willows. Nothing but a hot little whore in need of a good fucking," He hisses in her ear as he feels her legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper into her as she moans and squirms under him. "You belong to me, don't you, Tracy? You're my little slut, my married whore from now on." "Y...yes...god...fuck me..." Mrs. Willows pants, her eyes filled with shame as she begs her rapist to continue fucking her, her mind screaming against the indignity even as her body is flush with arousal. "I'm... I'm your whore... your slut... I belong to you..." The humiliated mother gasps as his hands slide over her blouse, roughly fondling her heaving breast as he continues to pound his cock into her. "You're the best piece of ass I've had in ages, Mrs. Willows." Steve tells her breathlessly, his fingers gripping the soft silk of her blouse and tearing it open, buttons flying across the kitchen as his hands eagerly knead the soft flesh of her breasts. "Oh... Please..." Mrs. Willows whines, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she thrusts her hips back against him, loving the sensation of his cock filling her as his hands roughly maul her heaving breasts. "Please... I'm... I can't... oh, Christ..." Tracy gasps, her eyes fluttering as she feels yet another climax building within her, hating how he was able to make her body sing, to arouse her in ways John never had thought of. Tracy and the Plumber "Oh, you like this, don't you, you whore?" Steve hisses, his mouth close to hers as he thrusts deep into her, his breath hot on her cheek as his fingers toy with the hard nubs of her nipples through her bra. "Your slutty little pussy is about to orgasm, Tracy, you are going to cum on your rapist's cock." "yesss... damn you... yes..." Mrs. Willows almost sobs, "I like it... you... you're fucking me... ahhhhhhaaaaa...Oh, my god... oh, fuck..." She gasps, her body tensing beneath him as her cunt spasms in orgasm, her juices squirting out on to the floor as he continues to fuck her. "Fuck! Christ, I'm going to cum," Steve gasps out, his cock throbbing as her vagina contracts around him, milking his cock as his hands roughly caress her breasts. "N...no...please... not... not inside me..." Mrs. Willows gasps, panic flooding her eyes as she felt the first hot stream of his cum explode into her. "I... I could get pregnant..." She moans softly as she feels ribbon after ribbon of his semen flow into her fertile womb. "Yes, that'd be perfect, Mrs. Willows. I'd love to see you pregnant, the image of you, pretending to be a respectable mother and wife while you carry my baby. You'd feel guilty every time you saw your husband, telling him it was his baby, lying to him as my seed grows in your slutty cunt." Steve hissed in her ear as his cock continued to pump his thick semen deep into her, his fingers pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. "Oh... god,... I... I belong to you... only you..." Mrs. Willows gasps, the image of her belly swollen with his child sending small thrills of arousal through her body as she clung desperately to him, her cunt milking his hard cock as he shot his thick cum deep into her. "Take me... use me... make me completely yours..." "You... you are mine, my love..." Steve rasps, his mouth covering hers in a forceful kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, ravaging it like his cock has just ravaged her pussy. "No one, no one can ever touch you, touch your pussy without my permission, Mrs. Willows. Do you understand, my dear?" He asks her softly, his tongue licking along her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears as his cock slips out of her well used cunt. "I... I understand..." Tracy responds softly, sighing in disappointment as his cock slips from her tight hole, leaving her feeling suddenly empty and incomplete. "I... I am yours... body and soul... only yours..." "That's right, Mrs. Willows." Steve tells her, his fingers pushing her sweat dampened hair away from her forehead as he stands back, looking down at the disheveled mother laying half naked across her kitchen counter. "Only mine," He reassures her, as he turns and walks out of the kitchen, leaving her laying there long after she hears the front door shut and his van start up. Tracy and Vanessa Vanessa sat staring at me as I walked up and down the stairs at the college football stadium. She was shocked at what I had just told her. She almost couldn’t believe me. I had just told her that I may be bi. I had told her that I loved a woman’s figure. I loved to watch them, and see how each of us are different, and how no two women were a like. Yet I still loved the feel of a nice hard dick. Soon the shock wore off, and Vanessa started to ask me questions. “How long have you known, Tracy?” “Well, I would say since about freshman year of high school, but I didn’t want to admit it until recently.” “Have you ever been with a woman?” “Not yet.” “Who are you attracted to?” “Man or Woman?” “Woman” “I am not sure you are ready to hear the answer to that.” “Try me” “Alright, but remember you asked for it.” “I know” “You” “Why” “You’re perfect, you have a great body, great legs, a nice butt, and sexy hair and eyes. You’re perfect.” “How long, have you been attracted to me?” “I think I realized it about six months before you quit.” Vanessa and I had worked in the same office up until about a month ago. She quit because she hated to even come to work, and it was starting to show. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” “I couldn’t, you would have slapped me.” “Now that you mention it, I think you’re right, I probably would have.” “I thought I owed it to you to tell you before we leave for Las Vegas in two days for a week.” “Are you going to try and seduce me while we are there?” “Not if you don’t want me to.” “If you had the chance you would then?” “I would jump at the chance to make love with you, but I am not going to push it, it has to be your decision. I don’t want to hurt you.” I had finished with my stair climbing, and was getting ready to leave. I knew that I had just told Vanessa something she never thought to hear in her life time. I wanted her, and I wanted her bad. I have been thinking of ways to seduce her while we were off playing in Vegas, but I know that the choice has to be hers. She is gorgeous. Her hair is dark brown, and goes to her waist, and is completely straight, she also has some blonde streaks near her face. Her eyes are such a deep brown that they almost look black. I have always wondered what it would be like to hold her, and smell her, to taste her. We left and decided to talk about what I had told her, tomorrow after she had time to think about it. Give her some time to adjust to the shock. Vanessa and I had grown up together, we had been best friends for as long as we could remember. Now, going to college, we shared an apartment, and got along like sisters. The next morning I woke up to Vanessa shaking me, she told me she needed to talk to me. So I sat up, and she sat on my bed, she told me she had known about my being possibly bi, along time ago. She just didn’t say anything, because she knew when I was ready we would talk. She told me that the Vegas trip was still on, because she knew that we would have fun and nothing would stand in the way of that. I was so happy I hugged her. I knew she was right, we always have fun when we do things together. So that day I went shopping got a few new outfits for the trip. I even decided to buy a new bra, and new panties. It was going to be a fun week, and I wanted to have fun, and feel sexy. I had thoughts of Vanessa creep into my mind, but I tried not to think about it because I knew that chances were nothing was going to happen. Even though I wished something would, it felt so good to hug her this morning, to feel her soft skin, to breathe in her wonderful scent. The next morning we were up and ready to go by six, so we through ourselves in the car, and left. We had a six hour drive ahead of us, and we had a lot planned to do. On the way there we talked about everything from school, to work, to families, and of course sex. We talked about what made me believe I was bi, and what attracted me to certain people, and how I felt about sex, and how I loved to watch women. We got to Vegas around noon, we decided to check into our hotel, and then go play. When we got to the hotel, I decided I want to change into one of my new outfits. So after we got our bags to our room, I changed. Though I didn’t realize it then but Vanessa watched every move I made. She watched as I stripped naked, and put on my new bra and panties, then on a pair of shorts, and a tee shirt. We spent the day shopping, and taking in all the sights. It was fun, we ate at an awesome restaurant for dinner. Then we decided to go back to the hotel for the night. When we got in, Vanessa walked up to me and kissed me. At first it shocked me, I didn’t think she wanted this. There was so much passion and so much heat in the kiss it was undeniable. When the kiss broke, we stood staring at each other. Unable to believe, what had just happened. Before Vanessa changed her mind, I kissed her again, this time slowly and gently. When this kiss was over, I stripped her of her clothing. Until she stood in front of me naked. I gently caressed her soft body, making her shudder as touched her skin. Vanessa, then stripped me of my clothing, and started to caress me. Her hands felt so great against my skin. I was so excited, and I wanted her so much that I was wetter then I have ever been in my life. We laid on the bed, I started to kiss her. I started at her lips then I went to her neck, up to her ear, back down her neck and worked my way to her chest. When I finally reached her nipple I gently sucked it into my mouth, she let out a slight gasp. I started to tease her nipples with my tongue. I started to suck harder on them, she started moaning in pleasure, so I sucked harder. This put her into a frenzy, she grabbed my head and pushed it into her breast, not letting me move, as waves of pleasure washed over her body. Vanessa finally calmed down and let go of my head, so I continued kissing down her body. When I got to her bush, I could smell her sweet gorgeous sex. I gently kissed her cunt lips, and used my tongue to explore her body. Her pussy was gorgeous her lips were cream color, and her beautiful opening was bright pink, and she tasted wonderful. I couldn’t take it anymore and I started to thrust my tongue into her sweet pussy. Going as fast as I could. I took her clit into my month and sucked it, until she was begging me to make her cum. She didn’t have to wait long, as I stuck my tongue into her hole again she couldn’t take it anymore, and another orgasm racked her body. I went up to her and kissed her, she opened her mouth and we began to french kiss, she was able to taste herself in my mouth. Vanessa then started to kiss her way down my body, until she reached my breasts, she then teased my nipples before sucking it into her mouth. It felt so wonderful, that I let out a moan. She continued down until she reached my thigh, she kissed the inside of my thigh and up to my shaven mound, and down my other thigh teasing me. She started to kiss her way back toward my mound. This time she ventured forward, and started to lick my lips. After deciding that she wanted to tasted me, she went crazy on my clit. It shocked me, I let out a load moan, it felt so good I didn’t want it to stop, and before I knew it my body was tensing up and I was cumming. It took me a few minutes to calm down. After I did, we just layed there and cuddled. We fell asleep like that. The next five days was a blur of sexual experiments and excitement. It will be interesting find out what happens once we get home. Tracy at Adult Theater I would like to thank my husband again for getting me started in the sex business. I would also like to thank all the people that have sent us emails regarding all of our stories. This is just another one of our stories written by me since it happened on my own several years back. It was a period early on within the first year of me fucking. Since first time that I got fucked at our poker game that night, our neighbor has watched me blow hubby and then masturbated in front of us. Then he and his wife joined us and I had my first girl experience. My husband's work friend and his friend, came over and sampled me in the pool including taking me anally. Whew! Lots of little adventures in the middle of all of that makes for a fun year. This one event was something I did without my husband and also happens to be the fulfilling of a long time fantasy. I went on a business trip to Dallas and did the usual conference things. We were at the Anatole off of 35 and all of our activities were there. We left in a group to go to dinner at a place called Dave & Busters. Well, right behind it was a topless bar, The Men's Club I believe. The guys talked us into going over there and since there were four guys and two girls we were outvoted. We said sure and went in and had a few drinks. We even tipped a dancer or two, which was appreciated by the guys we were with. After an hour or so my friend and I were board. The guys wanted to stay so we had the club call us a cab. On the way back to the airport we noticed a video store/theater and asked the cab to drop us. He gave us his cell number and said to call him when we wanted to go back to the hotel. We went in and the whole thing was a big tape/DVD rental place. The guy at the counter said that they also had a theater upstairs for viewing. He stated that singles go to the lower level and couples go second level. I laughed and said, "darn, and me without my husband." He said, "he didn't think the couples would mind a hot girl alone up there, they just didn't want a few hundred dudes go up." I asked my friend if she wanted to go up with me and she said no, she wanted to walk around and look at videos and toys. I paid to get in and went up the stairs. I entered a dark theater and saw about 6 couples in there in the light of the movie. There was a white girl getting hammered by two big muscular black guys on screen. I sat down in a row in the middle about 5 seats from a couple and started to watch. I could not help but get turned on and started rubbing my titties over my blouse. Soon, I reached down and began to rub my pussy through my jeans. I noticed the couples around me were watching and I started to get very turned on. I should mention that the fantasy I have had is to be stripped and embarrassed in front of a crowd of people. The girl in the couple seated in the same row as me came over and asked if I was here alone? I said, "Yes, hope you don't mind..." She asked if I would like to sit with her and her husband. She was a skinny red head with pretty skin and lips. He looked handsome enough in the light of the movie so I said sure. I moved down and sat next to him. She got on the other side of him and they began to kiss. I was back to playing with myself through my jeans and blouse and watching them kiss and touch. I looked down and saw her pull his jeans open and pull out his cock. I remember thinking it was a nice size, not too big, not too small, nice smooth head. She was jerking him hard while he kissed her and pulled her tank top up to reveal her boobs. I unhooked my bra in front and released my boobs under my shirt and had my hand under there playing with them. He noticed and moved his hand under my shirt and began to play with my nipples. I was super turned on now and moved my hand to my pussy. This was sooooo much fun! I looked around and a few couples were watching us. The guy noticed as well and pulled my blouse up and exposed my boobs for everyone. I felt like they were glowing in the light of the movie. I realized that I was naked in a public place without the security of my husband and people were watching me. I was almost lost in pleasure. He leaned over and started kissing my neck and moved down to my titties. He pushed my hand away and rubbed my pussy, then unbuttoned them and took the zipper down. He had me lift my hips as he pulled my pants down past my knees so I could spread my legs. He had his fingers in my pussy in no time. His wife had come over to the other side of me and sat down and started kissing him while he fingered me. She took my blouse all the way off and my bra as well. YES!!! Now I was topless with my pants down and some stranger's fingers in my twat. I remember thinking I will most likely blow this guy tonight. People had moved closer to us. When my pussy was gooey from the fingering he took my pants and panties off, making me nude with just my socks and shoes on. I hoped the cops wouldn't bust in and arrest us. I lay my head in his wife's lap and he spread me open and started to go down on me. Man, this was too much. I leaned up so everyone behind us could see me and started trying to make out with the wife. As we were kissing I barely noticed the head stop until I felt him push his cock into me. Holy Cow! I was totally naked in this place getting fucked by this guy in front of people, none of which I knew. I began to cum when he played with my clit while he fucked me. We now had a couple leaning on the seats looking down at me from a few feet away. I had my arms over my head exposing myself completely. The guys looking at us reached down and played with my boobs. I didn't say anything or looked at them. I closed my eyes and just felt everything going on. I felt numerous hands running all over my body. No one spoke a word! They just watched and played with me. Soon I felt the guy tense up and pull out of me shooting his cum on my belly and tits. When the first shot of hot sperm hit me, it caused my pussy to have another more intense orgasm. Everyone knew because I let out a loud cry. As soon as he was finished shooting his wad of cum, his wife got down and licked all the cum from my boobs and belly. Her licking just got the fire in my pussy started all over again. They both said thank you and as I put my clothes back on, they got up and left. I was going to leave, but the couple behind me was really going at it. I looked down at them and he said, "You got us so freaking hot!" I smiled and climbed over the seats to their row. The girl was jerking him and I looked at her and said, "May I?" She said yes so I just sat down next to him, bent over and began to suck him off. He was coming in about three minutes. I took a shot or two in my mouth and then aimed it at his wife so that she could finish up with him. This time I said thank you and left the theater. My pussy was burning up and I knew that I had to leave before, or else I would go downstairs and fuck every guy in the place. I hooked up with my friend who had already called the taxi and we went back to the hotel. The other guy's were not back yet either. I thought to myself, "Their lose because I know that I would have fucked their brains out tonight and for the rest of the conference!" I called my husband right away and told him everything that had happened, including the part that I would have fucked the other guys all night long if they had been back. We masturbated on the phone together several times during the night, as we talked about the event. The last thing that he said before hanging up, and I have never forgotten was, "You should have had some of the other guys help you put out the fire in your pussy!" Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this experience with me. Tracy Blowing Frank Tracy and I hadn't been out in a while, as our demanding work schedules tended to take their toll on our social life. Consequently we were both looking forward to our planned Friday-night outing. We just wanted to go somewhere different, with no plans and no structured activities, just having fun. Tracy, my wife, is a hot and sensuous woman with long dark hair, large tits and a very sexy body, and on this night she looked great. After hitting a couple of "happy hour" spots, we had dinner and then decided to go to a new sports bar that we had heard was a pretty cool place. However, we were disappointed to find that there were only a handful of people there. Undaunted, we sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Tracy finished hers rather quickly, and we decided to order one more and then head home. As I was about to pay the tab, a man sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with us. He was a large, rather good-looking black man, about six feet two and about two hundred pounds. He was watching a college basketball game, and he told us his nephew was the star of one of the teams that were playing. He offered to buy us a drink and we moved down next to him. He said his name was Frank, and that he'd been recently divorced. I got the impression that he was kind of lonely and looking for companionship. He bought my wife two shooters and me a beer, and as we were about to leave he told us about a small, quiet bar he knew near the lake, and suggested stopping there for a nightcap on the way home. I wasn't really up for it, but Tracy wanted to do it, saying, "Oh, let's go, honey, this is our night to have fun, remember?" So off we went. We found the bar, ordered some drinks and went out on the deck to enjoy the warmth of the evening and listen to the waves. When we finished our drinks I said it was my turn to buy, and I headed for the bar. The bartender had gone to the storage room to get some supplies or something, and it took me ten minutes before I returned to the deck with the drinks. As I approached my wife and our new friend, they seemed to get awfully quiet, but I assumed they were listening to the lake beating against the shore. As I gave them their drinks I had a funny feeling that something was wrong. Then I noticed that Tracy's lipstick was a little smeared, and looking closely at Frank I could see a trace of lipstick on his mouth, I couldn't believe it! My beautiful wife must have been kissing this black man, who we had only just met, while I was gone! Tracy had never showed any interest in black men or fulfilling any fantasies with black men without me present, certainly not with a stranger. I started to think that I was mistaken, but it didn't look that way. I was confused and upset, but also, for some weird reason, aroused. Then Tracy took off her jacket. Her large, full tits, encased in a tight, silvery satin blouse, were quite visible in the moonlight. She was braless, and her nipples were sticking straight out toward our black friend. He was obviously impressed with her tits; he stared right at them and smiled. I looked at my wife, and she was giving him a sexy smile, as if to say, "How would you like to get your hands on these big titties?" I didn't know what to do. I finished my drink quickly, saying something about how late it was getting, but Tracy didn't seem to hear. She nursed her drink and seemed to listen avidly to everything Frank said. They were having an animated conversation, leaving me out almost completely. After a while I had to take a leak. I certainly wanting to leave my wife alone with this good-looking, rugged black man again, and seeing if anything would happen. I hurried off and relieved myself. Before returning to the deck I peeked quietly around the doorway, and my suspicions were confirmed. My wife was in the arms of this muscular black man, and they were locked in a torrid, passionate French kiss! My cock hardened immediately as I watched them kissing long and deep. Frank had his hands on my wife's ass and was getting a good feel. She had both arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible as their tongues played with each other. Frank was grinding his torso against her, his cock obviously rubbing against her midsection as they continued to kiss like long-lost lovers. As I watched, he slipped a hand under her blouse and got a good feel of her tits, while his other hand continued to massage her ass. Tracy offered no resistance at all, but appeared to thoroughly enjoy his every move. Finally they pulled apart, obviously not wanting to be discovered on my return. As I came out and approached them, Tracy was applying a coat of lipstick to her well-kissed lips, just as though nothing had happened. Frank took out some cigarettes and offered one to my wife, which she accepted, although she seldom smokes and knows I don't approve of it. As he lit her cigarette, she put her hands around his to steady them, and they looked at each other with obvious lust in their eyes. For some reason I looked down at the front of Frank's jeans, and saw a huge bulge made by his aroused cock. I now knew why my wife was in no hurry to get out of here and that she was looking for a little extra fun tonight. "Honey, let's give Frank a ride to his car and head home," Tracy said. The three of us had taken our car from the first bar to this one, and now we drove back to where Frank had parked his car. Tracy and I were in the front, Frank in the back. When we reached his car Frank was in the middle of a story, so Tracy told me to turn off the engine while he finished. I pretended that I was anxious to get home, and I hardly listened to the story, which seemed to go on and on. Once he finished, Tracy told Frank what a great story it was and how much she loved it. "You are such a fun person," she told him. "I hope I see you again soon." Then she said, "Honey, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to give Frank a kiss good night." She didn't wait for my answer, but turned around and leaned into the back seat to kiss her new black friend. It wasn't an ordinary kiss, any more than the one on the deck had been. I could see her tongue disappear into his mouth, and the kiss seemed to last forever. Then I became aware that Tracy's right hand was between his legs, searching for his big cock. Her left hand was around his neck as they continued to French kiss hotly right in front of me. I was stunned, but again I was also inexplicably aroused. She was certainly looking for some extra fun tonight and I was just as much game as she was. Now Frank's hand went under my wife's blouse and started feeling her mammoth tits, and I heard Tracy moaning with lust. She turned completely around now, kneeling up on the seat, and kissed him again. His other hand reached for her ass, and began kneading it through her tight jeans. It soon moved to her crotch, as her right hand rubbed over his swollen cock. What was supposed to be a goodnight kiss had escalated into a steamy scene. This was crazy, but neither of them seemed to mind at all about me being there, or about anything else. "Oh god," Tracy said breathlessly when they broke apart. "I've got to have more of this!" And with that she hopped over the back of the seat and joined her smiling black stud, who grabbed her and kissed her again. I looked around to make sure there was nobody watching from outside, and when I turned back my wife had removed her blouse, proudly offering Frank full access to her tits. His hands were all over them, tweaking her hard nipples. I heard a zipper open, and Tracy saying, "Lord, it's even bigger than I thought!" I took a look for myself, and saw Frank's big black cock, which had to be at least ten or maybe even twelve inches long, and very thick. And then, without hesitation, my hot wife lowered her head and engulfed that huge dick in her mouth, sucking it like a seasoned whore. Tracy gives good head, and has only gotten better and better lately, and Frank obviously loved what she was doing with her talented mouth and swirling tongue. I still felt dazed, but watching my wife avidly sucking this virtual stranger was undeniably erotic, and I had to admit that I was turned on by her slutty behavior. I looked around again, and this time I saw two men in the shadows of the parking lot, watching my wife sucking cock in the back seat. They had their dicks out and were jerking themselves off as they stood there. I couldn't hold out any more. I pulled out my own cock and played with it as I gazed at my wife's head bobbing up and down, up and down on that big black pole. Finally Tracy lifted her mouth from Frank's cock. "I want to come!" she gasped out. "Put a finger in my pussy and one in my ass, and shoot your come down my throat, you stud. God, I love your black cock, and I want your come in my mouth so I can taste it!" Frank did just as she said, and in a minute my wife was screaming more loudly than I'd ever heard her as she exploded in an intense orgasm. As soon as she calmed down she took his cock back in her mouth and sucked it wildly until he erupted. She tried to swallow it all, but he had too much seed for her, and his huge cock kept pumping come into her mouth until it spilled out the sides. The whole scene was too much for me, and I shot my load all over the dashboard of our nearly new car. When I looked again, the two voyeurs had evidently come as well, and were stuffing their spent cocks back in their pants. I began thinking that the heat that my wife was in, she would have blown the two of them also. I don't think I ever told her that she had an audience. Tracy began applying her lipstick again, while she and her lover whispered things I couldn't hear to each other. Finally Frank kissed her one more time and got out of the car. Tracy got back in the front seat and waved goodbye to him as I drove off. "My gosh, what a night!" she said, and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell a mixture of booze, cigarette smoke, lipstick and come. Frank's come on her breath. "Frank wants me to go to a party with him Friday night," she said then. "And I want to go as his date. Do you have any objections?" I started to say no, but I had to be honest with her, and with myself. "Not if you tell me all about it afterwards," I said. "And if you fuck my brains out as soon as you get home." "You've got a deal," she said And when we finally got home, Tracy fucked the shit out of me until dawn.