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Bus Stop

By: Dakota_North



No one really noticed when Henry and his family moved in. Oh, they were all nice enough, to be sure, with the usual 'Welcome Wagon' visit and several offers of baked goods for the new family, but none of the established neighbors really paid the new family much heed. It wasn't meanness on their part either, or even aloofness. The arrival of a new family simply didn't warrant any change to their preexisting lives. For a while, all it meant were new faces to wave 'hello' to in the morning, and a couple of new kids playing in their yard. As for the usual questions asked of a new neighbor, the most obvious one was answered by the highway patrol car that often sat in their driveway. So aside from greetings in passing, no one went out of their way to talk to the new people. To be fair, Henry and his family kept to themselves initially as well. Henry was stuck working a night shift, and his wife spent most of her time running the kids back and forth to places like the beach. After all the summer was waning and soon all the kids would be back in school. Then everyone's schedule would change, and perhaps the adults would have the opportunity to get to know each other better.

On the first day of school, things started to change. As they had before, three of the mothers who lived in the cul-de-sac met at the bus stop with their kids. It wasn't the first year they had done so, indeed they'd all known each other for years since moving into the subdivision. Therefore, they were pretty casual with one another. This morning, only Rosemarie came outside wearing a peach colored sun dress, Sheri and Nicki were in their bathrobes. The former hadn't even bothered with her makeup, but there was no separating Nicki from the bright red lipstick that contrasted her fair skin and dark hair so beautifully. They had all been out there for several minutes, chatting to each other and trying to control the kids when Henry made an unexpected appearance. All of the women gasped when the big man strode up to them with a friendly 'good morning'. Perfect white teeth shone in a hearty smile, contrasting sharply with his dark skin. Three pairs of eyes were on him as the tall, muscular black man strode purposely towards them. At least for the sake of appearances, Henry was dressed no better than they, wearing a well used tank top and running shorts. It wasn't what they were wearing that was of most concern to the women, however. None of them had ever really gotten a good look at the bulging muscles of the new neighbor's body, and here he was, in the flesh. With such an imposing masculine specimen before them, it was no wonder that all three women were self conscious about their own appearance in front of him.

Despite their initial shock and uneasiness, all three women recovered rather quickly, and they enjoyed the company of their new bus stop companion. Belatedly, they learned that more often than not Henry would be the one dropping off the kids in the morning. His presence wasn't unwelcome, of course, all three were suppressing outright attraction to the big man. Rather it was a change in their well established morning routine, and it was one that was going to take them time to get used to. The most obvious one became clear the next morning. While Henry made his way out to the corner unashamedly in his workout clothes, all three women were more or less suitably dressed to be seen by a member of the opposite sex. More importantly, all three had taken time to do their hair and make up. Henry found this quite amusing, and after they watched the bus leave he chuckled to himself as he started a morning jog. This was unexpected, but it gave all three a good look at his physique as he pounded pavement away from them. That afternoon, as they shared their usual lunch and gossip session, it was no surprise what the number one topic was.

They all agreed that he was quite an impressive figure, there was no doubt about that. They also couldn't believe that they had been blind sided by his appearance, and for that they jokingly blamed Nicki. She was a busybody, after all, and her yard backed right up to Henry's. In her own defense, she offered that she had been just as unkempt as the rest of them had been that morning at the bus stop. When Sheri tried to counter with the argument that Nicki had at least gotten her make up on, Nicki pointed out that she was always made up, no matter what she was doing. Sheri and Rosemarie didn't have a response for that, and the conversation returned to their discussion of Henry. On this, Sheri and Nicki dominated the conversation, which wasn't all that unusual, although Rosemarie did pipe in from time to time. They kept their talk tame, even though it wasn't hard to imagine what their new neighbor's physique must be like. Nicki was bold enough to wonder out loud how hard he could fuck, and that comment drew nervous titters from her friends. Neither Sheri nor Rosemarie professed any knowledge of what a well built stud like Henry could do, at least not as openly as Nicki. That left her somewhat embarrassed, but not overly so. Out of the three of them she was recognized as the wildest one when it came to past experiences so it wasn't really a surprise that she would make her feelings known. Henry was truly a male specimen to behold, and that was that as they continued to talk about him in a somewhat more subdued manner. What they really felt about him they all kept to themselves, even the closest of friends have their secrets.

As the days went on, and Henry was still the hot topic, it was fitting that Nicki showed the most outward interest in him. This was true not only at the bus stop, but whenever the three women got together as well. Nicki always found a way to bring Henry up in casual conversations, and sought to include him as the group talked while waiting for the bus as well. Like the others, she kept it friendly enough, but as Henry opened up more to them, Nicki started to tease a little more. Soon, her morning talks with Henry grew overtly flirtatious, and her dress more provocative. Naturally, after the first morning, not a day went by when the girls would go out in at least shorts and a top. While it wasn't necessarily something they'd go out shopping in, it was a lot less casual than the bathrobes that greeted Henry that first morning. Additionally, more make up could be seen that early in the day as well, but it was only a permanent fixture on Nicki. The least change was seen in Rosemarie, she tended to fix herself up a bit more each morning, but the sun dresses she was famous throughout the neighborhood for still remained. Nicki's closeness with Henry affected her clothing choices as well as their friendship grew. What had started with casual T-shirts and shorts progressed to skimpy tops and short shorts. Fortunately, the warm weather held, and she was able to get away dressing like that with little undue attention. Nicki knew that she had caught Henry's eye on more than one occasion, and that suited her just fine. After a few days of her brazenly waving her perky breasts and hot little rear at Henry, Sheri stepped in. She too was starting to wear more revealing outfits, although her petite frame couldn't hope to match Nicki's sexy curves. Instead, as an instigator, she challenged Nicki to go jogging with Henry one time, or at least suggest it if she was going to continue her flirty ways. It was a challenge Nicki could hardly walk away from.

Henry jogged or worked out each and every morning, that much was certain. It wasn't hard to figure out his every other day pattern either, the only trouble was that no one knew where he went for either activity. At first, they didn't want to ask and seem obvious about it, but there proved to be no other way. A few days after Sheri's challenge to Nicki, the subject of jogging was brought up, and Henry nonchalantly mentioned that he usually ran over to a local park and used a fairly popular jogging trail. Nicki noted that she often tried that, but it was usually too busy for her liking. Henry responded by saying that it was nearly deserted during the week, at least in the mornings when he went, and invited her along. This left the other two women speechless as they watched Nicki maneuver Henry right where she wanted him. Together, they agreed to go try the trail the next day when he went jogging. In all fairness to Nicki, Henry had extended the offer to all of them, but she was the only one who seemed interested. Nevertheless, the girls all knew what they'd be talking about until then. The speculation began that very afternoon, at lunch.

"What are you going to do?" demanded Sheri as Nicki sat herself down. She had been dying to know this ever since that morning, but Nicki had excused herself as soon as Henry disappeared back into his house.

Nicki gave her a demure little smile before responding, "Oh, I don't know, I guess I'll have to figure it out."

"And just how are you going to do that?" came Sheri's pointed response.

"I don't know yet," replied Nicki as she sat down. "Who knows, maybe I won't tell and you'll just have to keep guessing."

"Oh, come on. We all know you're not going to fuck him," started Sheri. That statement caused Rosemarie to raise her eyebrows. Under the table, she unconsciously started to rub her thighs together at the thought. It was unseen to Sheri, but Nicki shot Rosemarie a wink. "So it'll just be a big tease, what's the fuss over that?"

Nicki was coy with her answer. "We'll just have to see now, won't we?" With answers like that, Nicki was able to fend off all further speculation on what she had in mind. Only she knew for sure what was going to happen, and even that would depend on Henry as well. Still, she didn't mind letting the others mull their own ideas around, truthfully she reveled in knowing what they did not.

The next morning, the stakes at the bus stop were raised, and everyone knew it. As soon as Nicki made her way out there, she took one look at Sheri and knew what her friend was up to. Sheri just casual waved 'hello' when she saw Nicki, and continued a rather animated conversation with Henry. He was nodding along politely, but as anyone could see, his eyes were clearly distracted. From as far away as her front porch, Nicki saw that Sheri was wearing the skimpiest pair of shorts she'd ever seen on her. They were so small and tight, Nicki was almost certain Sheri had taken them out of her daughter's wardrobe. As Sheri turned, Nicki could see the curve of her ass jutting out from below, and from her own experience she knew that the crotch had to be so tight that Henry could probably see the outline of Sheri's cunt as well. That is, if he was looking down there, for the top Sheri had chosen was an eye catcher as well. It was a T-shirt, or at least it had started life as one. The bottom half of the white cotton had been torn away, exposing Sheri's trim belly beneath its ragged edge. Much the same treatment had been applied to the sleeves, which served to accentuate Sheri's great muscle tone. Henry's eyes probably weren't drawn to that, however. The neckline of the T-shirt had been torn away as well, scooping down deep over Sheri's cleavage. While she wasn't as well endowed as either Rosemarie or Nicki, her perky breasts formed a nice deep valley, and her hard nipples poking through the thin cotton were evidence enough that Sheri had neglected to wear a bra. That seemed to be a catching trend, for as Nicki joined the group, she could see that Rosemarie's trademark sun dress showed more cleavage than any other had before and hard nipples were straining against its fabric as well.

Despite the fact that her friends were dressed as seductively as they could manage, Nicki knew she was going to have no trouble at all in attracting Henry's attention. Already he was looking over his new jogging partner, and a slight smile from him told Nicki all that she needed to know. For a change, she was the one with the least amount of cleavage showing as she was wearing a tight fitting jog bra. Nothing had gone on over it though, and her well defined upper body had always drawn its share of admiring glances. The brunette had always sported a larger bust than Sheri, and even when confined within her bra it drew attention. Nicki's choice of running shorts was another matter. Tight fitting black spandex bike shorts looked more like they'd been sprayed onto Nicki's body as they conformed to every curve she had to offer. While Henry eyed the new arrival up, he realized that no panty line marred her appearance. Gorgeous legs were bared beneath those shorts, and Henry couldn't wait until the bus came and he could watch those legs in action. It wasn't long before they saw their charges boarding the big yellow bus, although it wasn't soon enough for Nicki and Henry as they had to endure the gentle ribbing from their friends while they waited. Nothing too blatant was said, as it was all in good fun. Nicki had even managed to excuse herself from their normal lunch together, that drew its own comments, which she took in stride. Soon enough she was jogging towards the park alongside of Henry. Only Sheri calling out that she couldn't wait to work out with him the next day made Nicki look back, but only for a moment before she turned and raced to catch up with him.

From behind, Nicki could see the bulging muscles of Henry's well developed legs propelling him along. He was wearing a typical pair of loose fitting running shorts, leaving Nicki to wonder what was concealed within. From the rest of Henry's build, she had a good idea. He was rather tall, not unduly so, and every fiber of his being seemed to radiate strength. Nicki caught up with him as they turned into the park, and she occasionally took a sidelong glance at the figure beside her. Powerfully built arms pumped in rhythm as he ran, and his dark skin glistened as they made their way down the jogging path. All in all, Henry was a fine specimen of malehood, no matter the color of his skin, but Nicki had always harbored a secret longing for men like him. She had always been a sucker for a well built figure, there could be no mistake about that. On several occasions in her past, however, she had been afforded the opportunity to take a black lover, and those experiences were burned deep into her mind. She often wondered why none of those relationships had ever worked out, but eventually wrote it all off to fate. In the here and now she was running alongside one of the finest male bodies she'd ever laid eyes on, and she knew she had already earned the jealousy of her friends. Unbeknownst to Nicki, they'd all shared similar thoughts about Henry, but propriety dictated that they forever maintain their silence. That was something Nicki could do, but as the jog grew longer she began to tire out. Her pace slowed, and Henry followed suit, finally coming to a stop with her in a secluded clearing beneath a copse of trees. Here some additional work stations had been added to the jogging path, and it made a natural place for them to take a rest.

Nicki didn't really have all that much experience with workout stations like these, nevertheless she did read the instructions that were posted on a sign nearby and gave them a try. This was to Henry's great delight, for her bending and stretching left her in some rather alluring positions.  When she bent completely over one of the stations, he could hardly contain himself as the gorgeous curve of her bottom lay tantalizingly out of reach. All of these moves were calculated on Nicki's part, as was the friendly banter as he complimented her fine figure. She let him run with that for a bit, returning her admiration of his physique as well. Along with that, Nicki overtly ogled Henry as he did a few stretching exercises to stay limber, stroking his ego even more. Her lustful gaze was unmistakable, and Henry played right into her hands when he doffed his muscle shirt before flexing. Nicki bit down on a finger as she watched him, and her legs rubbed together as he approached. Her tongue briefly graced her lips as she returned his smile, then lamented how unfair it was that he be allowed to continue bare chested while she was concealed in her jog bra.

"Oh, but I've seen plenty of you, make no mistake about it," replied Henry as he took a seat near Nicki.

"I hope you enjoyed it," said Nicki as she squirmed around where she was sitting. Her legs were splayed apart now, giving Henry an unobstructed view of her thighs and more, after all, the spandex didn't hide what lay beneath. His eyes were drawn to the movement, but nothing could prepare him for what Nicki would do next. "You know," she said, looking around to ensure that they were alone. "It's not fair that you can keep your shirt off and I can't even adjust this damn thing," continued Nicki as she tugged at her bra. "You don't mind if I adjust, do you?"

The question was rhetorical. Before Henry could even say 'Go ahead', Nicki pulled the constricting garment up over her head and tossed it aside. Clearly she didn't have adjusting it in mind. A look in Henry's direction was rewarded with a flash of a smile, and Nicki slid down off her perch to approach him. His eyes were locked on her gorgeous breasts as they jiggled free of any confinement while she made her way to him. Rosy pink nipples protruded from her aureole, and the soft mounds had a certain bounce to them with each step Nicki took. Henry swiveled in his seat to face her, but a hand placed gently on his muscular chest stopped him from getting up. Up out of his seat anyway, for as Nicki closed in on him, his own hands reached out to caress the beautiful form of her half naked body. She shivered slightly as strong fingers caressed and teased her breasts, and she paused for a moment to savor the big man's touch. He was surprisingly gently, no doubt from a wealth of experience as he fondled the white woman's breasts, and Nicki's own experience showed as well. Sure his touch felt wonderful as he continued to tease her, but ever since she had laid eyes on him Nicki had one goal in mind. With that thought, she pushed herself forward until she was between Henry's spread knees, and then got down on her own. With a little guidance from Nicki, Henry's hands moved free from her breasts and back down to support his own weight. Despite his strength, Henry would need the leverage, for Nicki's hands were in the waistline of his shorts, tugging them down and freeing his cock. Even though he was partially aroused from watching her impromptu striptease, Henry still had a little way to go before he was fully erect. That was something Nicki set out to accomplish as she lowered her head towards him, finally darting out a tongue to lick the tip of his massive black shaft.

As soon as Nicki's warm, soft tongue caressed it, Henry's cock started to harden even faster. She was using expert strokes with just the tip of her tongue to caress the head of his dick. Nicki ran her tongue in tight little circles around the very tip of Henry's cock, waiting for him to stiffen up even more. It didn't take too long. He ran his hand through her dark brown hair while he watched her slipping more and more of his cock into her mouth. Finally, Nicki pursed her lips together around his shaft and slowly started to suck. Her movements were gradual and slow as she took as much of Henry's thick, long cock into her mouth. Nicki's eyes stayed locked on his as her cheeks hollowed from her sucking, before they bulged out as she took his dick all the way inside. Nicki had sucked quite a few cocks in her day, and her reputation as a wild woman was quite valid. Still, she knew that Henry's cock was one of the biggest she'd ever had, and she was determined to make the most of it. Her hands started stroking him as soon as she realized that there was no way she'd be able to deep throat that monster, but neither one of them seemed to mind. Instead, Nicki rhythmically pumped her mouth and hand up and down on Henry's cock, savoring every moment of it. He was certainly enjoying her blow job as well, there was nothing like watching a hard black cock gliding so easily into a white woman's mouth. Just as Henry was about to close his eyes in utter delight, Nicki threw him another curve.


Bus Stop



A chance encounter and a fantasy realized while international relations (sic) are encouraged

As usual, all characters have attained majority



"It's running late."

"Oh. Do you know what time the next one comes?"

"Are you late?"

"Yes."

"Late for rehearsal?"

"Yes. How you know that?"

"You're a dancer, right?"

"Yes. How you know that?"

"Where are you from?"

"Japan."

"Where do you dance?"

"Rhino."

"You're going to rehearsal, correct?"

"Yes. I don't want be late. Do you know what time bus will get me there?"

"About 10 minutes after 7:00."

"Oh. That's okay. Not too late."

"Do you have to go to work tonight?"

"No. Rehearsal."

"Oh."

"Why."

"I'd come watch you dance."

"At Rhino?"

"Yes. Would you dance for me?"

"Yes."

"Too bad. I'd like to watch you dance."

"You mean, dance for you?"

"Yes. That too. But I'd also like to watch you dance."

"Why?"

"I liked the way you ran across the street when the light changed against you."

"You saw that?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm."

"I knew you were a dancer from the way you ran and from the way you are standing now."

"Yes?"

"Yes. You also have great skin. That comes from being in superb shape."

"Thank you."

"What is your name?"

"Susie."

"No. What is your name in Japan?"

"Ryoko. How you know not Susie?"

"Oh, look. The bus is just a couple blocks away."

"Oh good. What is your name?"

"Allen."

"That is hard to say for me."

"Call me Al."

"Ow?"

"Close enough. Listen, if I give you my card, will you come dance for me?"

"Where?"

"My home."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"When?"

"Tonight, after rehearsal."

"Okay, I guess."

"I'll pay well."

"Okay. But, I bring a friend?"

"No. But you can give people my card so you feel safe."

"Okay. I guess okay. What time?"

"After you finish."

"That's late. I'll have to go apartment for shower before you."

"OK."

"What time?"

"11:00."

"Okay. Give me card. I'll come.

"Here. Take this money so you can get a taxi."

"Oh. Thank you. I come 11:00."

∙

"Hi, Ryoko. You're early."

"Yes. Cab know exactly here."

"Good. Come in, come in."

"You have very big house. You rich?"

"No. 

"How you buy big house if you no rich?"

"I bought it years ago and fixed it up."

"Fix up?"

"Yes. You know... repair."

"Repair?"

"Yes. Never mind. Here, let me take your coat. Would you like a drink?"

"Do you have beer?"

"Yes. Of course. I have Sapporo, or"

"You have Pauli Girl?"

"Yes. How do you know Pauli Girl?"

"My boyfiend drink Pauli Girl."

"Is he German?"

"No. He Japanese. He live in Germany for school."

"Where is he now?"

"Home."

"Home like in Japan."

"No. He my boyfriend. He home here."

"Does he know you are here?"

"No."

"No?"

"He not like me dance outside club."

"Why did you come?"

"You nice looking. I think you tip well."

"Depends."

"I know."

"Do you take tips at club?"

"Yes. For lap dance. I don't do more."

"But for me you'll do more?"

"Maybe."

"I think you will. That's why I wanted you here."

"I know."

"Does it make you nervous, knowing what I want?"

"No all men want same thing."

"And what is it all men want?"

"They want dance. Then, when excite, they want to use me."

"Do you like that?"

"I like they want. I don't let men do things."

"Then why are you here?"

"I think you different."

"I'm not. I want things too."

"No. I don't mean you don't want. I mean you different."

"How can you know that?"

"You knew I was dancer at bus stop."

"I like dancers best."

"See. That make you different. You want dancer. You don't want girl."

"But you're a girl."

"Yes. Yes. I mean, you know what dancer is. You know I'm in good fit."

"Shape, Ryoko. You're in good shape."

"Yes. Oh. Yeah... How you know I come here?"

"I know enough about women to tell when I interest them."

"You remind me of Japanese boss."

"Boss?"

"Yes. You know. You stand important. You wear expensive clothes."

"Oh. I see. Here, I'm going to play some music for a minute. I want you to listen and make a dance just for me."

"Okay. Who band?"

"Dead Can Dance."

"Huh?"

"Dead Can Dance. They are from Australia."

"I not know group."

"No?"

"No. Maybe I like. You play. I finish beer.

"Okay. Just listen for a minute and I'll be right back."

"Where you go?"

"To change. I want to be comfortable."

"Just take off shoes. Oh. You no have shoes. Where shoes?"

"I don't wear shoes in my house."

"You live in Japan before?"

"No. I had a Japanese girl-friend once. She never wore shoes in the house."

"She clean, huh?"

"Very. Very clean. You remind me of here in some ways."

"She dancer too?"

"No. A banker."

"Oh."

"You sound disappointed."

"Too many bankers, not enough dancers."

"I agree."

"I like music. I have dance just for you. You want beer? You get beer and relax. I have dance for you."

"Okay. I'll be right back."

∙ "Oh my. Ryoko. You are truly beautiful. I had no idea with all those baggy clothes you wear."

"I hide from boys on bus. They always rude, if I dress too little."

"I bet."

"You not rude."

"Nope. Never have been. I find I get more positive attention if I'm quiet."

"You smart. Now I dance."

∙ "Ryoko. Ryoko. That's enough. My god girl. I'm so impressed. How did you learn to dance like that?"

"I practice all day every day."

"Wow. I am very glad I gave you my card."

"Now, you want lap dance?"

"No. I don't need one. I couldn't be more excited if I had ten lap dances."

"Let me see. Oh you very hard. You too big for my hand."

"That's because of the pants."

"Take them off. I want to see."

"You take them off."

"Okay. You like tell Ryoko what to do."

"Yes."

"Ryoko like that too. Now step out, oh my. You are bigger than boyfriend."

"He's Japanese."

"Yes, but he big for Japanese. You bigger."

"Is that okay?"

"I try to fit in my mouth."

"I'd like that."

"Hmmm. You dripping. You don't eat meat."

"Yes, but not often. You can tell."

"You eat fruit and lots of salads."

"Yes. Yes I do. I like to eat light."

"Light?"

"Well, not too much. That's what light means."

"Oh. You talk. I'll eat light."

"Oh goodness. I think I'm really going to like this."

"Ummm. You want Ryoko swallow stuff?"

"Yes."

"Okay. My boyfriend like shoot on boobs. He say it like bukkake. You know bukkake?"

"Yes. I have a couple of tapes."

"Oh. All men like little Japanese girls do dress up and drink their stuff. Why that?"

"I really don't know. I think I could explain it, but we'd need an interpreter."

"Oh. Then you talk. I'll finish now."

"Thank you."

"Yes."

"I mean thank you very much."

∙ "Ow?"

"Yes, Ryoko."

"When last time you shoot stuff?"

"Four days ago."

"You like I swallow?"

"Yes. Very much."

"You want me come back sometime?"

"Yes. Many times."

"Okay, but..."

"But what?"

"Maybe you use hand one, two days before. That too much for my little belly."

"Ha. Okay. But there are other things we can do too."

"No. Only that and only with you."

"What about at the club."

"Never."

"Really?"

"Yes. I need job to pay school for me and boyfriend. Job pays very good for four days work. I do more than lap dance they fire me."

"Oh. Why did you do that for me?"

"I wanted to do that with someone. You nice man. You gave me money for cab. I feel you tip good. But now, I don't want tip. I just want come again. Okay?"

"You don't want a tip?"

"No. I like music you choose. I like how clean you are. I do that for my boyfriend but he always likes shoot on my boobs. Sometimes I like to swallow. Just not too much stuff."

"Ryoko. You can come back anytime."

"No. I come too much, boyfriend get worry."

"You'll tell him you are teaching me to dance."

"Really?"

"Really. That way, you don't have to explain the tips and you really can teach me to dance."

"You not too old?"

"No. Does your boyfriend shoot that much stuff?"

"No. That too much. Oh. I see. You shoot like young man."

"That's right. So, if you say you come here a few times each month to teach dance, you can keep the money, the tip, and I really will let you teach me to dance."

"Oh good. But..."

"What now?"

"Remember. You use hand two days before I come teach you."

"No problem. No problem at all."

"Do you want dance lesson now?"

"No sweetness. I think I'd like to watch you dance some more and see what comes up."

"Comes up?"

"Yes. You know, see if you make me hard again."

"Oh. Comes up. I get now. Tee-hee. Comes up. Comes up. Okay. I dance again."

"Do you want another beer?"

"No. There no room in my belly."



Bus Stop



I saw the lone figure, huddled in the glass bus shelter, trying to stay out of the wind and driving rain. 

Thirty five years old, single. After midnight on a Monday, a few drinks under my belt, I was headed home, looking forward to my nice warm bed, and I thought I might as well give this poor soul the heads up.

I rolled up slowly and lowered the passenger window on my Jeep. "Hello? I hate to tell you this, but the last bus was at Eleven. Won't be another until about Six AM."

The shadow moved, looking at a paper in the dim light. I heard a soft voice say, "It says Midnight here. I've been waiting for half an hour so I didn't miss it."

"You must have the Summer Schedule. Ended after Labor Day. Check the date."

After a moment, the slight figure came cloer to the window. He was male, early twenties, I figured, but not very manly, almost sheepish. "Is there any other way to get to the train from here?"

"It's about five miles. Long walk, or you can use my Cell to call a cab..."

He shook his head. "I can't afford that."

"Well, you're welcome to a lift. I'm going right by there."

"Really? That's so nice of you. Yes, please, I'll take it, just to get out of this rain!"

I unlocked the door. I don't usually pick up hitchers, especially out here so far from any businesses, but he seemed non-threatening enough.

He pulled back the hood from his wet head, and I was stunned by his smile, bright and white, standing out in the darkness. His eyebrows were shaped and tweased as so many young men do now, more feminine than manly for my liking, not that I have gay or bi tendancies, its just noticeable. His black hair was worn to his shoulders. Smooth features with high cheek bones. With a little makeup and the right outfit, this guy would have fooled Hugh Hefner.

"Thank you ever so much! I'm Ronnie, I don't know how I get myself into these things, but he seemed so nice at first, then, when he started... Oh, you don't want to hear any of this." He stuck his hand out and I shook it. It was limp.

"I'm Harry. Glad I could help. I hate to tell you this, though. If you were taking a train back to New York, you missed that, too. The next one is another hour."

"Oh Damn it! Well, at least I'll be dry in the Station."

That damned station. The area has gone down, especially after Labor Day. Someone like Ronnie would be targetted by any number of sleeze-bags, either trying to rob and mug him, or worse. They would see him there alone, and no one knew the schedules or police patrols better than the Skells.

"You may want to keep a low key at the Train, Ronnie, some of those guys can get pretty mean. And you won't be able to just walk away, like you did tonight.

Ronnie was eyeing me cautiously. "You mean, because of the way I am?"

I felt flush. "No, I mean, they're rough down there. I wouldn't want to spend any time there, either."

"And you definitely look like you can take care of yourself. I saw that the moment you pulled up. Okay, so what are my options?"

"There's a coffee shop. I can give you a few bucks so you can sit and have a cup of coffee and a Danish."

"That's very sweet of you, Harry." His hand patted mine on the gear shift between us. "I hate to be such a burden! Give me your address and I'll send you a check when I get home." He gave my hand another squeeze as he slowly drew it away.

Like I said, I'm straight, but Ronnie was more feminine than a lot of women I know. He was flirting with me, and I was both horrified and excited by it.

We rode in silence and then he said, "You know, if you're not in a rush to get home, maybe we can just sit someplace..., and talk?"



I looked over and his eyes were glazed, and he spoke slowly. "Maybe I can repay you for your kindness, in some small way." Then he licked his lips.

I looked away, and I think he saw my fear. His hand was on mine again, and he said, "It wouldn't mean anything, Harry, just me showing my appreciation."

I heard my voice, deep and throaty, say, "I'm not gay."

He leaned close, to my ear. "I know, Honey, but you're attractive, and I want to thank you the best way I know how... with my tongue." With that, his hot breath caused my cock to jump.

"Where?" was all I could get out. 

"An open lot? So you can keep watch?"

There was a Hardware Store along the way. I slowed as I approached, and glided into the open series of spots, finding a vantage point where I could see someone coming. I backed in, and shut the lights and engine.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as he whispered, "Does that seat go back? Yeah, good, just relax, Imagine whoever you want me to be." 

I watched as he expertly undid my jeans, speaking in soft feminine tones, telling me how manly I was, how he knew right away that I was a stud. I raised my hips at his request, and we both tugged them down, along with my jockeys. The vinyl seat felt sticky, but my cock was already hard.

"Ohh, Harry! It's perfect!" he purred as his finger slowly encircled my head, around the crown. It felt like an electric charge ran through it.

"Sit back and enjoy, Baby, just keep watch."

I leaned back and watched his head lower onto me, and felt my cock immersed in his hot mouth. He slowly used his tongue, slushing around, churning up my excitement. This guy knew what he was doing!

His hands kneaded my thigh as he slurped, then he was licking my shaft, now a full seven inches as he flicked at the head. "Ooooh, yes, baby, what a beautiful cock!"

I recalled a woman, with a deep, sexy voice, who had haunted my dreams for years but never turned to reality, and it was her who was now sucking me, that one elusive blowjob. I could almost hear her, slathering my cock with her juices, building my passion to new heights, then I felt Ronnie tighten on me, his jaw applying more pressure, not enough to hurt but surely meant to bring me to the edge.

I felt feverish, and didn't know his ultimate plan, but thought I should warn him. "Getting close now, getting close!"

He was now stroking my full length, hovering over my head. "Come for me, Baby, give it all to me!"

The first spurt flew from me, catching him on the cheek. He was down on me now, for the second, and I felt him suck, draining me, like soda through a straw. Again and again, I shot, and he hummed as he took it all, staying on it even after I was done, just swirling his tongue around my tender head.

He sat up and smiled as he wiped my cum off his cheek, then slowly licked his fingers clean. "Hmmm, I love the taste of hot cum! Oh, Harry, this turned out to be such a fun night! I'm so glad I met you! Are you okay, honey?"

I nodded, knowing I enjoyed that way more than I should have. I felt self-concious and he said, "Don't worry, Baby, I didn't turn you to the Dark Side, just showed you another pleasure! You'll be back to chasing girls in the morning!"

It was like he read my mind, and I had to laugh with him. I looked at him again, and wondered what he looked like when he was who he wanted to be.

"We'd better be going, or I'll miss my train, Baby." He sat up as I dressed, and he searched his pocket, finding the old schedule and a pen. As I drove in silence, he wrote his number.

As we neared the station, other people were around, since the train was due to leave soon. He would be safe here, now. He folded the schedule and stuffed it in my glove compartment. 

"Don't think about that now, but someday, in the future, if you're gonna be in the City, give me a call. Maybe you can stop over. Or we could get a drink? Think about it, okay? No pressure."

He kissed his fingers, then patted my hand. "Thanks again, Handsome. Call."

With that, he was gone, into the station, onto the train. I rode home with a half-erection and had to pound it again before I could get some sleep. 



Bus Stop



This completely a work of fiction and if a bares and yadda yadda yadda y'all know the crack. Just read it and enjoy.



He was looking at me. Not just the usual glance you recieve from fellow would be travellers waiting in the elements for the bus to arrive but actually looking. I caught his eye and he smiled and nodded, checked his watch then pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and started what I can only assume to have been txting. All normal but something felt slightly off. The bus was pulling round the corner and all thoughts of that moment got buried under the need to fish change from my pockets for the fare.

A friend of mine was in hospital and for the past few days I had needed to get this certain bus, the number 10 to get me too Sunderland Royal. I'm a creature of habit and was there bang on 9:45 each time so that I got there just as visiting time started. He was only in for a routine op, nothing serious but mates are mates and I knew he'd be happy to see someone other than the little chubby Asian nurses and old men that inhabited his ward. 

The first time I'd gotten the bus I'd noticed my fellow traveller. He was alittle taller than me, guessing about 6ft and stocky. Looked in his 50's with shaved hair and friendly eyes. I'd not payed any real attention to him till he seemed to have payed attention to me. The next day he was there again when I got to the bus stop and greeted me with the same warm smile and slight nod of the head. I returned it with a smile and a "Hi" then stood and waited.

"Hope it's on time today" he said sounding like it was aimed at me and no one in particular at the same time.

"Heres hoping" I replied. The buses in Sunderland are terrible things and are like a lottery. Anywhere from 10 minutes before to 10 minutes after they are ment to arrive was the usual and you could never be too sure when they would crawl up to the stop. Didn't help that my town seemed to be pretty much permanently stuck in Winter weather other than a few weeks of sun in the Summer, well if what we get could be called sun.

We chatted as we waited for it to roll along. I say chatted but it was very much a Q & A on my part starting with why I'd suddenly just appear at this particular bus stop days earlier, where abouts in Sunderland I was from, how my mate was. All pretty normal and small talky. His name was Ron and he was really quite charming so standing talking to him was an easy and enjoyable way of whittiling away the time till finally the bus pulled round.

He gestured for me to get on first and the thing was packed with the living dead. Old people covered nearly every seat, talking about the most random things in loud voices as all old people in herds are prone to do. I took about the only seat left right at the back and Ron strode up the isle, bemusedly shaking his head and seated himself next to me. There wasn't much room and we were squeezed together tightly. "Pension day" he stated glancing round at the blue rince brigade.

We chatted and laughed. Ron was really easy to get along with and the bus journey flew by. Too quickly if I'm honest with myself and soon enough it was time for me too get off. He look slightly disappointed for a split second then stood to let me squeeze past. His right hand brushed against my buttocks and for a millisecond I was both shocked being straight and strangely thrilled. I put it down to being so packed in and trotted off to see my mate.

The next day he was there again and we chatted like old friends. He asked how my friend was doing and I told him that he was getting released later today so this was the last time I'd need the bus. "Thats disappointing" he said "I was getting used to having someone to chat to on the mornings and I never even asked your name". I told him I was Dave and we continued chatting when he suddenly slipped in a question about what my plans for the night was. "None" was the reply with a rye laugh. Being single for a while I told him I didn't really have much of a social life these day. "In that case why not have a pop round mine tonight, we can sink a few cans and watch the footy on Sky". With nothing better to do I thought why not. Ron seemed like a decent guy, he was fun to be around, always ready with a joke or a funny story so I accepted.

We swapped mobile numbers on the bus and he said he'd txt me his address so I could look it up on the internet so I knew where I was going. Turns out not really far from me and later that evening after throwing on some jeans and a tshirt I started the short walk to his. I was strangely excited at the thought of spending time with him. Maybe it was his personnality but for some reason I couldn't get his blue/grey eyes out of my head. Pushing the thoughts to one side I rang his door bell and within a few seconds there he stood. He looked like he had dressed up for a night out but maybe thats just what he wore away from the confines of our little meetings at the bus stop.

He stood in slippered feet with a really nice pair of jeans on. Tight and I noticed (eventhough I wasn't looking) that he had quite a bulge down below. His top was tight too revealing a stocky, many body. Hairy strong arms jutting from the short sleeves and a peek at his hairy chest from the neck line. He welocomed me with that warm smile of his and I almost melted, what the hell was wrong with me? He ushered me in and offered me a drink. He had a very comfy looking house. Not too spick and span with big black leather settees in the sitting room and what must have been the biggest television I'd ever seen outside an Argos catologue.

I sat down on a settee and felt myself sink into it invitingly. Ron was soon back with a can of lager and sat himself down next to me. The chair was fairly large but he was quite close. "Sorry" he said after he sat himself down "I thought the match was tonight but turns out it's tomorrow night".

"Thats fine" I replied "We can just have a drink and chill. Sure you got something for us too watch".

"Loads" he said and went to a unit to the side of the TV which was stocked with DVD's. What do you fancy he said looking straight into my eyes. I almost fumbled my words for a split second before saying I wasn't too fussed and for him too pick something. He settled on an actiony blockbuster and we relaxed, cans in hand chatting away. We hardlies watched any of the film and it just seemed to serve as background noise. The space between us became smaller and I can't remember noticing how only that it was. We chatted and laughed and all the time those lovely warm eyes of his said something other than what was coming out of his mouth.

About 3 cans each down whatever it was that was playing ended. We didn't even notice until there was a silience hanging over the room. "Wanna watch something else" he said with a semi shrug.

"Yeah but you pick again I'm not too fussed" I said half laughing.

"I'll get us another drink then and stick something on I think you might like" He returned quickly with drinks for us both, slipped a DVD into the drive and stated that he had to go to the toilet and would be back in a second. I sat sipping the lager, feeling my head swim slightly from the alcohol and looking round the room as one does when sat by themselves in an empty room. I heard a door close at the top of the stairs as the film started. No menu just straight into whatever it was so I sat back, got comfortable and waited to see what it was.

It was pretty grainy, looking like a copy. An older man in his 50's was taking a younger man into a hotel room. They looked pretty serious so I thought (stupidly) that it was a thriller of some kind. The door of the room closed and the older man grabbed the other in an embrase and they kissed, slowly and deeply. Tongues probbing each others willing mouths as they stripped each other. I was shocked. I'd seen my fair share of porn being a bloke but nothing like this. Part of me wanted to turn it off but another part of me was glued to the screen. I could feel my cock stiffen inside my jeans and I couldn't turn my eyes away.

I watched as the younger one sucked the older man's hard tool deep into his throat looking like he was loving every minute of it. God knows who much time past, I was too engrosed in what was on the screen but suddenly I was aware that Ron was back. He was just stood watching me from the doorway with a look of part worry, part hope written all over his face. I stood with the shock of it and he took a few steps towards me. "Its ok" he said taking another step towards me "There just doing what comes naturally". I was dumb struck, my mouth had suddenly dried up and speaking was impossible and all I could do was stand there glancing from Ron walking slowly too me and what I could see just past him.

Before I knew it he was stood no more than a breaths widths from me. "You've never been with a man before have you?" I still couldn't speak and just looked down and shook my head sollemly. With my eyes down I could see that bulge I'd noticed before. It seemed bigger than what I remembered and a thrill coursed through me. I went to walk past Ron to god knows where, maybe the front door and an escape from what was happening inside me. I felt more than saw his hands on my shoulders. "it's ok, I didn't know either way and had too know. I fancied you the first time I saw you and just didn't know how to say anything. I mean what do you say? Hi I'm Ron and I'm gay."

One of those thick hands of his caressed the side of my face and I felt like just melting into him and had to mentally fight myself not too. His fingers traced down to my chin and gently tilted my head upwards towards his. My heart was like a jack hammer in my chest and I could feel the blood pump in my head. He looked deep into my eyes. My god those eyes of his were beautiful. He leant forward and planted the most gentle kiss onto my lips. My eyes closed with the pleasure of it and when I opened them again the look of desire in his own were almost too much too bare.

I felt a arm wrap around me and a hand at the small of my back urging me into him and I went with it. His other hand gently held the back of my neck and he leant in for another kiss. This one was a proper kiss and I met his lips with my own. Our mouths parted together and I could taste him as he slowly worked his tongue into my mouth. My cock felt like it would just explode there and then. He pulled back slightly and we looked at each other. We were both breathing deeply, just looking into each others eyes. I felt my hands move of there own accord. One felt his bum through the material of his jeans and the other grabbed his back as we dove into another kiss.

This time it was hard and deep and sexual. Our tongues attacked each others and I could hear myself moaning. He pulled my groin into his and I could feel how hard he was. His cock pressed against me as mine pressed against him. We started unconsiouly to grind our hips into each other and the feeling when our cocks met through the jeans was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. He walked me to the setee all the while kissing me hard. He laid me down and I felt his weight onto of me as we kissed and touched and grinded and moaned. Our hands and fingers grabbed and caressed each others bodies, I'd never been so turned on.

"Lets go up stairs" Ron half whispered into my ear. His hot breath sent me wild with lust and the best I could do was nod into his shoulder. Within a moment his hand was in mine helping me off the chair and he opened the door for me. "First on the left" he said as I stood in a daze up the stairs. Was this really happening. My mind couldn't quite grasp what was happening but was enjoying every second of this new experience. I walked into the bedroom to be greeted with a massive bed. Everywhere was reds and black and I just stood looking at it all as I felt Ron behind me. His arms wrapped around me as he kissed the nape of my neck. I reached a arm behind and caressed his smooth head.

"Tonight" he half growled with passion into my ear "Your mine. I'm going to do things to you you've never had done before and your going to love every second of it. Trust me and this will be the best night of your life". All I could do was moan ok as I felt a meaty hand trace down the front of me and gentle kneed my cock and balls. I was moaning uncontrollably as his kisses on the back of my neck continued. Without relising it I was at the side of the bed and he slowly turned me to face him. Our lips met again and our hands got to work taking each others tops off.

His body was so manly with thick curling hair covering his wide torso. Thick nipples poked out from the fur that covered him and my hands were all over him wanting to feel that fur under my fingers. He purred and push my head gently to one of those loverly nipples. "Suck it" he commanded and who was I too argue. I took it into my mouth as I had countless nipples before and swirled my tongue around it and gentley nibbled on it. "Harder, god thats right" he said as he fumbled with my jeans. I felt them round my ankles in a second and tried to get out of them the best I could but to no avail. We both laughed and he surgested I sit on the bed to do it. He stood and watched as I removed my shoes, socks and jeans and sat there in my black boxers.

He stepped into me and caressed the top of my head and slowly pulled my face into his crotch. His hard cock was pressed against my nose and my hands reached up and felt how big it was. Mines not too shabby. Thick and almost 7inches but this felt huge. It's thickness was emmense and as I traced my fingers down I could feel balls that matched the cock. "You want it don't you" he said as my hands felt how hot he was through his jeans.

"Yes"

"Then if you want it, take it". I opened his belt with shaking hands and slowly unbuttoned him, hooking my fingers into the top of the jeans I prised them down and too my surprise his cock just leaped out and rested on my cheek. It felt so hot that it would burn a hole through me and the skin on it felt amazingly soft on my face. I looked up at him, into those sexy eyes of his as I wrapped a hand around it. It was even bigger in person and I could barely get my hand around its full width. "Thats right, feels good doesn't it?" I looked up and just nodded then started to gently wank this monster of a cock. It must have been about 10inches at least and I had no idea how thick it was. It was like holding a bottle of beer.

Pre cum was dripping from the bulbus head as I worked his foreskin back and forwards. I was fascinated by how lovely I though it looked, how soft it felt in my hand and how nice the sticky juice from the end smelt. "Hmmmmmm thats perfect" he moaned as I sped up slightly all the while watching the massive amounts of pre-cum that were dripping off it. Some was running down the shaft and coating my fingers. I swapped hands and looked to see if he was looking. Ron's head was thrown back in pleasure so I took my chance and gingerly licked his juices from my fingers. It was so sweet. I licked in more then looked up and saw that Ron was watching me with a massive grin on his face.

"Tastes better coming straight from the tap" he said and pulled my head forward so the glistening bellend was a few millimetres from my lips. My tongue shot forward without thought and joyfully lapped at the dripping eye. He was right, god why was I being such a slut. It didn't matter, nothing had felt as right as this. I opened my mouth and before I could do it myself Ron's hands eased me forward. It was so big I thought my jaw was going to brake. It pretty much filled my whole mouth. He held my head and slowly rocked backwards and forwards. The head popped out of my willing mouth only to dive straight back in, coating my tongue with his sweetness. Each time he did this on the inward stroke he pushed a little deeper into my mouth until I finally felt it hit my tonsils. He knew what he was doing becuase I never once felt like gagging.

"I've wanted this since I first saw you Dave. Your such a handsome lad that I knew that having my cock in your mouth would make you look so sexy". I couldn't speak, couldn't move. He had me completely under his spell and that massive monster of a member just kept up its gentle pace, slowly fucking my willing mouth. Pre-cum and saliva was dripping down my chin as I held onto his chunky hips. I looked up into those eyes and tried to smile round that beast in my mouth. Ron smiled down at me then in a instant his eyes sort of glazed over and he bit his lip. I felt the head swell on my tongue. "Oh god, oh god Dave I'm gonna cum". 

Horror shoot through me but I didn't have time to do anything. His thick hands tightened on my head and with a moan of pleasure I felt something hit the back of my throat. It filled up my whole mouth in a instant and I've got to say that my first taste of spunk was amazing. Salty and thick it coated my mouth and I tried to swallow as much as I could but it was no use. Ron was still fucking my face and his cum was pouring out, covering my chin and splashing onto my thighs. I slurped like a man in a desert with his first taste of water. His cock started to shrink slightly and I felt his body shake under my hands. He jammed his now soft but still huge cock as far as he could into my mouth with a semi roar and the last thick, hot blast of cum hit my tonsils and I swallowed it like a whore.

He quickly withdrew and kissed me passionately, licking the cum off my chin and forcing it into my mouth with his tongue. Our tongues danced around and into each other as I tried to get as much of his cum down my neck. I started to crawl backwards across the bed on the balls of my hands and he followed. Changing my position so we were heading for the pillows. I felt his hands on my boxers and I eased out of them as he pulled them down and threw them who knows where. He wrapped those massive arms around me as I ground my throbbing cock into his groin, feeling his thick pubes tickle my sticky helmet. He pulled away from me, looked me dead in the eyes and said "I'll be back in a second, don't touch your cock thats my jobs and walked naked out of the room.

As I lay there my head swam with the thought of what I'd just done. Part of me was ashamed, screaming "You've just sucked another mans cock, you poof". That part was small compared to the rest that was nearly singing in glee. I lay there smiling to myself, cock jutting into the air like a little fleshy flagpole as Ron came back into the room carrying a small bag. I smiled quizzically at him as patted it. "My bag of tricks" he exclaimed and we both laughed. Reaching in he took out a small bottle and passed it too me. "Here sniff this, it's popper". Removing the top I took a deep sniff and felt it hit me straight away. It felt like all the blood in me had rushed straight too my head and too my cock making it throb even more.

"Remember when I said trust me earlier?" I nodded. "Well in this bag is my toys and I'm going to use some on you. I promise if you ask me too stop I will ok". I smiled understandably and said ok. I was too turned on too do any thing else. I lay there sniffing the poppers as he positioned himself between my legs and pull out a small tube of what he told me was lube and a vibrator. It was black and sleek and was thinner than my own cock but looked about 8inches long. Looking at me the whole time he poured some lube onto it and wanked it seductively, covering it in the shiny thick liquid. My heart thumped in my chest.

He lowered his mouth onto my cock and the warmth of it was almost too much too bar. "Ooooooh GOD" I part shouted as I looked down and saw my cock disappear into his hot, inviting mouth. I felt his lips clamp down and his tongue swirl round the head as I took another sniff of poppers. He sucked firmly and I could barely get the top on the bottle my hands were shaking so much. Bobbing up and down like a pro he sucked at it and licked it. I was amazed that I didn't cum right there and then. I felt something press up against my anus and before I knew it he had pushed the vibrator inside me and I felt his knuckles pressed up against me. I hadn't even really felt that it had happened it had went in so fast and the feeling of it inside me was so good it was unbelievable. My head sunk back into the pillows and I grabbed the sides with my hands.




Bus Stop



Still sucking he worked it in and out or my gagging hole. With every thrust I could feel my hips come up too meet it of there own accord pushing my cock deeper into his mouth at the same time. I was moaning like a porn star when suddenly without warning Ron switched it on. The sensation seemed to travel right the way through my arsehole into my balls and up my shaft. I'd never felt such pleasure. I was in heaven as he worked it backwards and forwards. Slowly at first then building up speed. "I take it you like that" he said with a huge smile on his face.

"Like it?" I said "I fucking love it". Then your going to love the next one". Next one my mind questioned and I looked down to see him pull something larger out of the black bag of tricks. It was shaped like a cock, it even had a vein running from the head down it's length. This too was black but a lot thicker than the last and just as long. "The vibrator was just a warm up Dave. This doesn't vibrate but I know your going to love it". He dripped lube on it exactly like the last on, placed my legs over his shoulders and went down on me again. I could feel the head of the dildo push up against me and gentley the pressure increased. I grabbed the pillow hards and let out a deep gutteral moan as I felt it force its way past the opening.

Ron just kept it there as he went to work slowly on my cock, taking loving care and attention in the art or oral. I don't know how long passed, seconds, minutes, days? All I know is that I felt it move again forcing its way into me. He pulled it back a bit and then forward again and the movement sent shivers down my spine and made my toes curl. This was so erotic I just didn't know what to do with myself other than just lie there and enjoy every minute of it. He worked it in and out of me but never going further than he already had. I was unconiously pushing down into it with every thrust, fucking it as he fucked me with it when suddenly he pushed it deeper and I felt it pass somethime of a barrier up my arse. My hands grabbed harder and a whimper escaped my lips.

"Ssssh it's ok. It's just the anal muscles. I had to get past them" he said looking at me with genuine affection in his eyes. "It'll be ok in a second, trust me ok" and the funny thing was even thought I didn't really know Ron I did. I trusted him completely. He went back to sucking on my now throbbing cock. The feeling of this rubber cock filling me had done something to it. Had made it harder than I'd ever know. I wanted to cum and didnt at the same time. I uncapped the poppers and after a few deep inhales sunk back into the soft pillows as waves of pleasure enveloped me.

Suddenly I felt it move again this time it push harder, travelling past the point that had hurt only a minute or so ago. I could feel it filling me and it just seemed to keep on going. Ron latched onto my cock hard with his lips and started fucking me hard with it and I was fucking back every step of the way. With each thrust it went deep and deeper into me and with each withdrawl it came further out till I felt it pop clean out of me only to be shoved hard all the way in, knuckles deep. My cock was twitching in Ron hot, wet mouth as he kept up the barrage on my wantant hole. Slipping all the way out each time and diving straight back in. 

I felt my balls tighten. "oh GOD I'm going to cum Ron". He didn't stop just kept on sucking as he fucked my hole. I felt my spunk rising along the shaft and with a scream I shot into his waiting mouth. I could hear him suck greedily at my cum as the fake cock fucked me. With each thrust I felt another shot of cum fire out the end like sticky white cannonballs. He withdrew the dildo and slide up my body pushing my legs onto his hips and kissed me deep, emptying the last of the cum in his mouth into mine. I swallowed the lot and grabbed his head hard. Kissing him more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before.

His hands were all over me and mine him as we kissed then I felt that feeling again, that pressure at the entrance to my arsehole. My god he didn't think he could fuck me with that monster between his legs did he. My body moved without me asking it too. My legs opened wider and I bent so as too give him better access. It was like my body knew what too do. I felt him try to push in and it hurt. I could feel my hole opening to try and take him but he was just too big. Well thats what I thought until I felt something like a pop and he was inside me. Not much. I couldn't see but I was guessing just the head of that animal was in me. It felt like I would be ripped in two but his kisses had me turned on so much I could feel my own cock grow harder and harder.

He slowly rocked on me and I moaned out load. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. More and more of him was sinking inside me then he was at the same point as the dildo. The bit that had hurt. The didldo hadn't hurt too bad. It was a sharp pain but it was over in no time. This I had a feeling was going to hurt like hell. I tried not to clamp up on it but the thought of him in me was just damn scarey. I had never seen a cock like his outside a porn film but I thought if they could take it I'm sure I could. Ron must have picked up on what I was think and stopped rocking and just kept kissing me whilst I felt him throb inside me. It was like we were one. I could feel his pulse as much as I could feel my own.

"You want me too continue. I'll stop if you want" He said looking deep into me. I knew he would too and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Fuck me" I said biting my bottom lip. "Please fuck me". He smiled down at me and without another word forced his massive helmut into me. My fingers dug int his back and tears came to my eyes. It felt like my insides were on fire. Part of me wanted to scream but I just looked into those eyes of his and let the trust I had for him get me throught this. He pushed a little further in and stopped like before, kissing me and kissing the pain away. In a second it was gone and I felt so at ease and horny it was unbelieveable.

"More?" he asked.

"More? I thought you were all the way in" I moaned at him with wide eyes.

"Not even halfway" he smiled.

"More, all of it. I want it all." And he obliged. Rocking his cock and slowly slipping more and more into me. Stretching me more and more when suddenly I felt his pubes brush against my balls. He sat up and grabbed my thighs and started to slowly fuck me. The pain was still there but it was like a whisper compared to the howl of ecstacy that I was feeling.

"God your so tight Dave. I want to fuck your brains out". He said between thrusts. "I wanted to do this since I first layed eyes on you". I just lay there, looking at him doe eyed as I panted and moaned. "Do you want me to fuck you properly." I traced my fingers down his strong arms and nodded with a big smile. He took his cock out with an audibale pop and half asked half commanded that I get on all fours on the bed. I was his and the thought of saying no never once crossed my mind. I could feel him position himself behind me and felt the the lube cold on my hole and without a second thought he pushed his cock slowly into me. I pushed back onto it. It felt so amazing as he pulled out a bit then pushed in again deeper, each time deeper and I was there too match his strokes.

He grabbed my hips and started to pound into me. I couldn't help the crys of pleasure that escaped my mouth as I felt that hot cock of his fuck my virgin hole. My cock was solid and slapping off my belly with each thrust. My balls slapped against his and I knew this is what I was made for. All these years thinking I was straight blew away in an instant. I didn't know when it had started but I was telling him to fuck me, to fuck me hard. He didnt dissapoint as I felt him slap against me again and again. He started getting dirty with me too, asking if I enjoyed being his little slut and that he was going to fill me with his hot spunk like the dirty little boy I was. It was too much. 

The feelings in my balls started again and I didn't even have time to say anything as a hot string of cum shot onto the duvet follow by another and another. The thrust of that beautiful cock send more and more cum onto the fabric underneath me. With one hand on my shoulder and one on my waist he fucked me hard, moaning himself now. I could feel his cock getting bigger in me. "I'm gonna cum babe, gonna cum right inside you".

"CUM IN ME!!!" I screamed as my own orgasm continued and more shots of spunk shot from me. He pounded harder and faster, moaning and panting with each fuck. My hand had shot down to my cock and I was wanking it for all it was worth. Milking every bit of my own orgasm as I could when he pushed into me hard with a cry of pleasure. I felt the hot liquid hit my insides and I yelped in happiness. He thrust again and again. More and more cum shooting deeper and deeper into me and I loved it. He lay on my back, sweating and panting as his thick cock splashed the last of its juices up into me. My arsehole was on fire and slowly his cock popped out of me followed by a trickle of his salty juices that ran down my legs.

He stood up and pulled me gentley off the bed and into his arms. My legs felt like jelly as he held me in his arms. We kissed lovingly. I looked up at him and asked "What now?"

"Now we shower and get clean then we go into the other bedroom and sleep. Don't think I can be bothered to clean that up" he said jerking a thumb at the cum the splattered the duvet cover. We laughed. He looked into my eyes. "Your mine now so come on lets get clean. Tomorrows Saturday and we got all weekend to have more fun".



Bus Stop



Her mouth and hands were fully involved in sucking on Henry, that was rather obvious. On one of her up strokes, however, Nicki paused for a moment, even though she knew Henry was nowhere near cumming yet. She could see the brief moment of concern in his eyes as he wondered if she was having second thoughts about sucking him, but in another instant, Henry knew all was well. Nicki had used her little pause to fill her mouth with saliva, then she let it all go in a torrent down the sides of Henry's cock. She even pulled her mouth away from him for a bit, letting a streamer of her own spit lead down to his cock before she started sucking him again. Her spit acted as a lubricant for her hands, which twisted and stroked around Henry's thick shaft while she continued to suck him. Through it all Henry was quite content to sit back and let Nicki do her thing, giving her the lead wherever it may take them. It had been a while since he had enjoyed such a wonderful blow job, and he knew Nicki must be very well practiced. Her mouth felt so good on him he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and he groaned as he felt his balls aching to release their load. Nicki could feel Henry getting ready to cum as well, in fact she could taste his pre-cum oozing out onto her tongue, which was her signal to stop.

Henry's eyes opened wide with shock as he felt Nicki's mouth slip off his cock. She was stepping back, a smile still on her face as a glob of her spit dribbled down her chin and onto her tits. Clearly she wasn't afraid of what they were doing, and it didn't appear as if she was having second thoughts. Before Henry could speak, Nicki's actions explained everything to him. As she stepped back, she brought her hands first onto her breasts, giving them a caress and squeeze. Deft fingers rolled her hard little nipples before her hands wandered down over her belly and into the waistline of her shorts. In a moment she had the elastic hooked around her fingers, and as Henry watched with obvious delight, Nicki was soon tugging the form fitting material away. It was quite obvious as she peeled the black spandex away that it truly had advertised all of her curves and folds, in fact Nicki had to tug just a little to ease her shorts out from between her pussy lips. Henry liked what he saw, especially when he realized that hot little Nicki's pussy had been shaved completely bare. He rose from his seat in anticipation as he watched Nicki peel the spandex shorts down her legs, until she finally kicked them off. It was Nicki's turn to be surprised this time, for as soon as her shorts were off, she had only enough time to look up before Henry was upon her.

The big black man took her in his arms, taking Nicki around her slender waist and pushing into her. She gave her ground readily, feeling the urgency in his body as it pressed up against hers. He was moving her across the little clearing that they had been in, carrying Nicki in his arms with her feet barely touching the ground. She didn't need to look to see where they were headed, as she soon found herself backed up against a sizable tree.  Without a word from Henry, Nicki spread her legs apart as soon as she felt the rough bark against her bare ass, and he lowered an arm for her to rest a thigh against. Normally this would be a difficult position to maintain her balance in, but Henry's strength made it possible for her to be even more flexible. No sooner had Nicki's leg come to rest in the crook of his arm than she felt that hard cock she had been sucking on pressing against her waiting pussy. Henry was shifting his weight around, feeling around for Nicki's pussy with the tip of his cock. It wasn't hard for him to position himself just right, and he soon had himself positioned right on her smooth little slit.

Henry eased himself inside Nicki slowly while he set her down on the ground gently. She was balanced on only one foot, but Henry did a wonderful job of steadying her. Besides, she was pressed up against the tree, and all she had to do was gasp as his fat cock slid deep inside her. To be true, Henry wasn't quite able to get it all in, the angle wasn't quite right, but that didn't stop Nicki from moaning. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed such a thick cock, even though her husband was quite well endowed, Nicki knew instantly that Henry was even bigger. His cock was a tight fit inside her pussy, but the feeling was not at all unpleasant. In fact, Nicki enjoyed the wonderful feeling of fullness she felt inside her cunt as Henry thrust himself inside her. Besides, she was so wet from her anticipation that he was sliding in rather easily. Still, she was gasping each time she felt the big man's cock pounding into her pussy. Henry's strokes were hard and fast, he was even pulling Nicki down onto his cock each time he thrust. Periodically he'd lean back a little, giving him a better view of his cock as it reamed out her sweet little cunt. Nicki was proving to be an excellent fuck, and the sight of his hard black cock plunging in and out of her shaved pink pussy was an added bonus. There was just something inherently hot about watching his dark cock against her pale skin as he shoved it in and out of her pussy. Henry had always had a thing for white women, and to be fucking a hot shaved cunt like Nicki's was something he'd always dreamed of. Sure he'd had his share of lovelies in the past, but not so often recently, which meant that this was one to cherish. Besides, Nicki was a pretty tight fit, despite her reputation, and that heightened Henry's enjoyment even more.

Having Nicki's tight bald pussy wrapped around his cock wasn't all Henry got. Her lovely breasts jiggled nicely each time he slammed her back into the tree with his hard thrusts, and she was moaning and gasping on top of it all. Nicki would toss her head back as Henry's cock pounded into her, flailing the air with her silky brown hair. Her skin was soft to the touch under Henry's hands, yet her body was firm to grasp. Henry leaned back one last time as he fucked her, savoring the sight of his slick cock gliding into Nicki's snatch. A mix of her saliva and cunt juices glistened on his shaft as he pulled it out, and upon seeing this, Henry rammed himself into her hard. His strokes were short and fast now,, and his heavy balls slapped up against Nicki's body as his cock pounded into her. Her gasps became screams as she came, surrendering to the delight of Henry's black cock. Her own fingers dug into Henry's back and shoulders, and she winced as she felt the final powerful thrusts of his cock into her. Nicki's pussy juices dripped down out of her pussy as Henry groaned out loud while forcing his cock all the way inside of her. His thrusts finally came to an end as he rammed his cock in deep, and he pulled Nicki's body tight against his as he came. Hot cum shot out of Henry's cock in great globs, filling up Nicki's hot fuck hole. He had shot it off deep inside her, but it quickly flowed out of her well fucked pussy. All that cum dripped out of her when Henry pulled his cock free of her, dribbling down her thighs and smearing across her bare cunt. The two of them were soaked in sweat from all their exertions, but Henry maintained enough strength to support Nicki in her standing position as she rapidly regained her breath. They both knew that their jog was over, and they left open the possibility of repeating this workout together as they headed back home. Nothing was said to the others of their little morning group, which left quite a bit up to their own speculation.

The next morning was a little awkward out at the bus stop, but Henry spun a good tale of how their jog went, and the normally vocal Nicki gave only demure smiles as answers. Rosemarie and Sheri had been able to get nothing out of her, even when Sheri claimed to detect a slight wobble to Nicki's walk. "What's the matter Nicki? Can't walk straight after a jog with Henry?"

Sheri's pointed question was enough to make Rosemarie blush, but Nicki remained unplussed. Without missing a beat, Nicki hinted that her husband had given her quite a workout the night before, which was the source of her unsteady gait. That information was delivered while she was giving Henry a knowing look and sly wink, and it wasn't untrue either. Her morning fuck with Henry had left Nicki extremely horny the rest of the day, and that night she and her husband had gotten no rest. It was probably a combination of his exertions and Henry's thick cock that had left her pussy satisfied but sore, and it was something she looked forward to experiencing again soon. Other than that, she did a pretty good job at not letting on to anyone that Henry had gotten a taste of her the day before, and he wasn't about to volunteer the information either. They didn't say much more about this, but as the group broke up after the bus came, Nicki gave Henry a longing look as he walked back to his house with the scantily clad Sheri in tow. Ostensibly this would be their morning to work out together with Henry's weights, but Nicki knew how well her session with Henry had gone. She was so engrossed with wondering what Sheri had in store for her that she didn't notice Rosemarie licking her lips as she wondered the same thing.

The walk to Henry's house was a short one, but it was enough to get Sheri's heart racing. She claimed to enjoy a good workout, but Henry's set up of free weights and a universal in his basement was quite foreign to her. Still, she mused that weight training wasn't quite what she had in mind when she agreed to this workout, and she went through the motions with Henry's guidance as best she could. He was distracted by the blonde almost immediately, and not without good reason. Her torn off T-shirt top was a little longer than she had been wearing normally, but that was counterbalanced by the fact that the neckline was torn lower as well. Beneath the soft cotton shirt, a work out bra concealed a pair of perky little breasts. Sheri wasn't as well endowed as either of her friends, but her tits were quite lovely. Even in the tight bra they were bouncy as she took the stairs, and she made no effort to hide them from Henry's eyes. Sky blue shorts made up the rest of her wardrobe, they were short enough to begin with but Sheri had taken the added step of rolling down the waistline a few times too. This gave Henry plenty to leer at as he helped Sheri go through the motions of a proper work out. In truth, it was an interruption to his normal routine, but with the petite blonde for company, Henry didn't mind.

After giving the workout enough time to sputter out, Sheri started poking around the various things Henry kept in his basement. Instead of taking the opportunity to continue his workout, Henry sat and watched the blonde puttering around with great interest. Sheri helped him make that decision with some carefully posed positions, her wiggling buns did the trick as she bent over to pick something up. Her shorts would ride up on her as she did that, exposing a good portion of her cheeks. That was quite a delightful sight, and it was more than enough to keep his attention. She kept poking around, and it didn't take her too long to find some of his police equipment, and she asked for and received a run down on what all his gear was for. Most of it was pretty straightforward, with Henry keeping around various sets of pads and gloves for boxing and things like that. What really piqued Sheri's interest was his bag of riot gear, not so much the helmet and mask, but she came up with a police baton and handcuffs soon enough. Henry watched as she toyed with them for a bit, looking all sweet and innocent as she goofed around with them. She seemed to have a little more interest in a pair of steel handcuffs, and Henry asked if she liked them.

"Do you really use these?" asked Sheri in reply. She had a pouty, innocent look as she stood there, but her body language belied this. The cuffs dangled from an outstretched finger, and Sheri was standing with a hip cocked out and a knee brought up slightly. In short, she looked like many girls who would get busted for hanging out on a street corner and soliciting passers by. Henry smiled at her and nodded in the affirmative as he took a few steps in Sheri's direction.

"Only if I need to."

"And how do you do that?" asked Sheri as she held the cuffs out towards him.

Henry's grin broadened. He took the handcuffs off Sheri's finger with a swipe, and then took a slender wrist in his hands. "Well," he started. "First things first. Up against the wall. And spread 'em." Before Sheri could utter a sound, Henry had her turned around and pressed up against the concrete wall. With his feet he spread Sheri's legs apart, then pushed her arms up and flat against it. A gentler touch was used as he ran his hands down her sides, caressing her body from shoulders on down. Of course, he allowed his hands to linger on her breasts and buns, and she brooked no argument. "Gotta search you first," he explained as he allowed his hands to make another pass. This time he ran them up her inner thighs, and he snuck a finger inside her shorts to get a feel of the hot moisture between her legs. Sheri cooed as she felt this, and offered no resistance as he brought her arms down behind her back. The steel cuffs were cool to the touch as Henry deftly snapped them onto her wrists.

"You can see I'm not hiding anything," smiled Sheri as she looked back over her shoulder at him.

"I can't be too sure about that," explained Henry as he shoved his hands down the front of her shorts. He was pressed up behind her, and she could feel the faint stirrings of his cock through his shorts as he rubbed his fingers along the outer edge of her panties. "Mmm...nice," he commented as he felt the satiny material. "Thong?"

"Uh huh," she murmured as she felt his fingers tracing against her pussy. Sheri could already feel herself getting wet as she stood helpless in front of him. "Is that how you do it?"

"Standard procedure," answered Henry as he stepped back for a moment. Sheri managed to turn around and face him.

"But what if someone does this?" she asked. Henry watched in surprise as she sat herself down on the floor, then proceeded to slip her legs through her arms. In no time at all she had her hands in front of her, and although they were still cuffed together, she wiggled her fingers at Henry.

"Oh, now that's something else," he said as he stepped towards her. "Now you're trying to escape, and we can't have that, can we?"  Sheri shook her head 'no' as Henry took her by the arm and backed her up towards a weight bench. She offered no resistance as he laid her down on the bench and undid one side of the handcuffs. "If you do something like that," he started. "Then we have to cuff you down somewhere." With that, he wrapped her arms around a post and re-cuffed her hands up over her head. "There, now you can't get out."

Sheri tugged around for a moment. "No, I can't," she confirmed. "Now what would you do?" She wiggled her legs around a bit as she said that, rubbing her thighs against each other in an effort to quench her rising desire. "Going to search me again?"

Henry only smiled in response. He straddled Sheri's body and let his hands run up her sides again. They came to rest on her bra, and while she wriggled around, he watched for her to nod before he continued. As soon as she did, Henry had her bra pulled up, exposing her perky little tits. Her T-shirt was pushed out of the way also, and both garments were left dangling from Sheri's handcuffed wrists. Sheri tried to reach up and kiss Henry as he stretched over her, but he pulled back as he slithered back down on her. With her body confined to the bench, all she could do was moan as she felt first his hands, then his mouth engulfing her petite breasts. They were firm to the touch and oh so sensitive as Henry's tongue pressed down against a hard nipple. He used a gentle touch with her as he caressed and kneaded her tits to the accompanying sounds of her moaning. "You like that?" asked Henry as he took his mouth off of her while changing sides.

"God yes!" came Sheri's breathless reply. More moans followed as he sucked down on her other breast and let his hand stroke where he had been sucking before. Her tits were wet with his saliva, and he pinched her nipples lightly while sucking her. Momentarily, Henry stopped, sliding back up along the bench to bring his cock up to Sheri's tits. Without a word, he tugged his shorts down to free himself before placing his shaft directly in Sheri's cleavage. His hands squeezed her tits together while he started to stroke, fucking Sheri's tits and aiming his cock at her mouth. This lasted only briefly, for as soon as Sheri started lashing out her tongue at him, Henry slid up even further, letting the blonde take the tip of his hard cock into her mouth.

Sheri sucked greedily as soon as Henry's cock was in her mouth, and she could feel him thrusting himself gently into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out at him each time he pulled his cock out of her mouth, as Sheri was powerless to use her hands to guide him. The feeling of having the black man fucking her face while she lay helpless was wonderful, she knew that feeling him fucking her somewhere else would be even better.  Henry had now switched to rubbing his cock all over her face, coating her cheeks with her own saliva before plunging his cock into her mouth again. Sheri's upper body was pinned by his weight, but her legs and thighs were rubbing ceaselessly against each other as she continued to suck him. She knew how slutty she had to look, a petite little blonde with an impossibly large black cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Henry liked it too, but he retained enough self control to know when to stop.  Just as he had done the day before with Nicki, Henry abruptly pulled his cock away from her, allowing Sheri one last lick before he stepped down between her legs.

In a flash Henry had pulled Sheri's shorts off, they were followed quickly with her soaked thong. The pale blue material already showed a dark wet spot from where her pussy had been dripping, this was something that did not escape Henry's notice. He stood back a moment as Sheri spread her legs for him, taking note of the short brown hairs of Sheri's trimmed patch. She was mostly shaved clean, just like her friend, but a triangle of neatly trimmed brown hairs belied the bleach blonde's true coloring. Her husband rather liked it that way, and Sheri was more than happy to oblige. It was obvious that Henry enjoyed this as well, for her was quick to slide between those spread legs and position his cock just right. Sheri braced herself in anticipation, waiting for the first thrust of that hard cock into her pussy. It still came as a surprise, for Henry slid the length of his pole against the wet lips of her cunt and over her clit instead of plunging it right in. A moan escaping from Sheri's lips was cut short as he shoved the wet crotch of her panties into her mouth. They were wadded up like a gag, and Sheri could taste the juices of her own pussy as Henry's cock finally found its way inside her. Her eyes opened with shock as she felt his steel hard cock tearing into her, and despite having her panties in her mouth, Sheri managed a pleasure filled scream.

Those screams continued as Henry forced his cock deep inside her. Sheri's pussy was a very tight fit, indeed Henry was the biggest man she'd ever had fuck her. Her screams alternated with squeals as she felt his cock probing deep inside her with each hard thrust. Truly Henry was using all of his strength to pound himself into her, and she took it quite willingly. His hands had moved off of her breasts and were now pushing her thighs up and back, spreading that hot cunt even wider for his dark shaft to penetrate. From his position, Henry could watch his cock sinking deep into Sheri's pussy every time he thrust. Her little titties jiggled every time his cock slammed into her, and her face was contorted as she winced at the feeling of Henry's cock reaming her. It was an enjoyable feeling though, and before long Sheri's eyes were open as she gasped at the incredible feeling of Henry fucking her. Her body tossed around on the bench as much as her arms being chained to the post would let her, the effect was that she ended up tossing her hair around a lot. All that writhing made Henry fuck her even harder, he was pushing her down against the bench as his cock pounded in and out of her. Occasionally, Henry would pull his cock out of Sheri's pussy and stroke it against her clit, driving her wild each time he did it. Henry soon realized this, and after a few more body shaking thrusts into her cunt, pulled his cock out and started humping Sheri's clit.




Bus Stop



The feeling of that long black shaft rubbing against her clit made Sheri's eyes roll, it felt that good. After only a few long strokes, she was screaming for more and more, begging Henry to fuck her good. He kept at it as she arched her back, pressing herself against him tightly until her pussy juices flowed out in a steady stream. Her orgasm came out in sobbing gasps as she squeezed herself against him, mashing her cunt against Henry's throbbing cock. He looked down to see her juices gushing out of the red opening of her snatch before driving himself in deeper and deeper. Sheri was still cumming, gasping and moaning as she felt Henry fucking her with a vengeance, using her body for his own pleasure. Being handcuffed down only heightened her sense of pleasure, she felt herself giving her body to him and cumming louder and louder as he fucked her like a cheap little whore. She imagined herself to be one and came again, the erotic thought setting off a new wave of pleasure as she surrendered to his big black cock. Henry's shaft was fully coated in Sheri's cum by now, and with his balls slapping against her he felt his own impending orgasm. It only took a few more hard thrusts into her nasty little pussy as Henry savored the hot fuck they were sharing. Sheri's legs were high up in the air now, splayed apart to let him in deep as she held nothing back from him. His hands were pressing against her thighs as he fucked her, getting in one last mighty stroke. He felt his balls about ready to explode as his cock slid into Sheri one last time, and that's when he pulled himself free of her.

Her legs dropped down to the bench as Henry took his hands off of her and he bounded over her petite little body as it writhed on the bench. Sheri saw him coming towards her, and somehow she had enough presence of mind to open her mouth to take his hard cock in one more time, right before he came. Like it had been with Nicki the day before, Henry's cum shot was a torrent of sticky hot cum that splashed all over Sheri's lips and tongue. Plenty of it was swallowed down her throat as he forced his cock into her waiting mouth, but lots more dribbled over her lips and smeared across her face. Instinctively, Sheri winced as Henry came, fearful of his hot jizz burning her eyes, but the black man's aim was true. He unloaded his cum into her mouth and onto her face, and she took it all willingly. Sheri managed to swallow what she could, letting the rest drip down and cover her face, and she took even more of it in when Henry slid his cock into her mouth once again. She sucked a sweet mixture of her own juices and his cum off of his cock, cleaning him with her tongue like a good little slut. He pressed his cock into her mouth deep as he had done before, getting Sheri to suck every last drop of cum out of him before he unlocked her handcuffs. Even so, she stayed close to him, sucking gently as they shared in the afterglow of their workout.

Somehow even Nicki and Sheri were able to keep their workout sessions with Henry from each other, although in private they willingly blabbed minor hints to Rosemarie. She was the quietest of the bunch, and for years they had always been able to rely on her silence. They knew she'd never talk, and it only took a few private conversations for Rosemarie to learn enough about what had been happening during their workouts with Henry. This time, however, they didn't realize that she was gathering all of this information for her own purposes, and as luck would have it, neither one would be around when she finally acted on it. What she did learn about Henry confirmed Rosemarie's long standing suspicions, and all she had to do was wait until the time was right. Both Sheri and Nicki had planned on more sessions with Henry, which wasn't always going to be possible. He did have a real workout routine to follow, and as good as those hot cunts were, he had to stick to it. On one such afternoon, with Nicki and Sheri away, Rosemarie happened on Henry as he was returning from his jog. Innocently enough, she asked him for some help in her attic, and he graciously offered his services. Up until now, his relationship with Rosemarie had been cordial, she wasn't nearly as familiar with him as the other two, although she was starting to be more flirty with him. Like her companions, she was dressed to thrill when she called Henry over, it wasn't as overt as they would do, but it did have its intended effect.

When Rosemarie called Henry over, she had just come out of an over-air conditioned room, which left her sizable nipples rock hard against the thin fabric of yet another sun dress. The peach material was light enough that the dark circles of her aureole were visible as Henry spoke with her, and his eyes were naturally drawn down there. Of all his new neighbors, Rosemarie was the most voluptuous, and she used it to her advantage. She also seemed to be the most reserved of the bunch, so it did come as a bit of a surprise when she led Henry upstairs. Once in there, she pulled down the overhead door to access the storage level. As she explained to Henry, she didn't feel completely comfortable in climbing the ladder herself, and appreciated the fact that he would steady it for her. Upon hearing this, he offered to climb it himself, but Rosemarie pointed out that he didn't know what box she was looking for. That was a reasonable explanation, and she fished a couple of boxes down and handed them him. Henry was more than happy to help a neighbor, and while this was a nice change of pace from his sessions with Nicki and Sheri, he couldn't help but think about those luscious breasts he had already gotten a peek at. He'd also managed to sneak a peek at Rosemarie as she climbed the ladder, her sun dress was a little too long for that, but Henry thought he caught a glimpse of her hot buns beneath there. It was when he was fantasizing about how good Rosemarie looked under that dress when her call interrupted his thoughts.

"Henry, I'm in a bit of trouble," called Rosemarie. She was part way down the attic ladder, with only her legs visible beneath the opening in the ceiling.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I...I think I'm losing my balance, can you give me a hand?"

"Sure." With that, Henry climbed up behind Rosemarie on the ladder. She had strategically kept her legs apart, giving him an unobstructed view of her from behind as he made his way up. It was clear that she was wearing no underwear beneath her sun dress, giving Henry a great look at her beaver. That sight alone brought a smile to his face as he reached her perch.

"Wait, wait, I'm slipping!" she cried out, and thudded down a couple of steps. Henry instinctively raised his arms to catch her and found his hands squarely against her rump, causing Rosemarie to gasp.

"It's all right, I've got you," he soothed, unsure if she was really losing her step or if she was grinding her hips against him. Another gyration followed, and Henry knew that one had to be deliberate.

"Oh, I know you do," giggled Rosemarie. "Want to give me a boost back up there?"

"OK" replied Henry. It didn't take much of an exertion for him to push her back up over the edge of the access hatch, and when she was up there, Rosemarie turned around. She was now in a sitting position with Henry just below her on the ladder. Her dress had gotten hiked up when she was moving around, and her knees were spread apart as she looked down at Henry.

"Like what you see?" she purred. Her arms stretched up out of her straps. "Want to see more?" The top of Rosemarie's sun dress fell away. Her gorgeous breasts spilled out, rosy nipples all hard against her creamy white skin.

"I do, I sure do," uttered Henry as he finished his climb into the attic. Well, almost finished, for as soon as his head was between Rosemarie's thighs, he pushed her dress all the way out of his way and leaned into her pussy. Her bright eyes opened wide as she felt his hot tongue licking at the outer folds of her cunt, and she spread her legs to give him complete unfettered access to her snatch. Henry probed his tongue into her deep while caressing her clit with a free hand. He smoothed away the auburn hairs framing her pussy as he kissed her down there, first where he'd been licking her and then squarely on her clit. Rosemarie's cunt tasted so sweet on Henry's tongue, and her hands guided him back down into her. He wrapped an arm around her back to steady himself as he licked her, probing his way deep into her pussy with his tongue. The fingers that had been caressing her clit gave way to his lips, and they in turn poked their way into her hot box. Rosemarie's soft flesh gave way to him very easily, and she soon found herself moaning her excitement as her tongued her. Henry had never expected this from her, but he was quite willing to play along, just as he'd always been with her friends. She moaned louder and louder for him, and her hands pulled his head down into her even more as his tongue found all of her sweet spots.

"Oh, God! That's so good!" she cried out as he nibbled on her clit. Her hot pussy juices flowed out onto his fingers and tongue, Henry licked them clean before sliding them back inside her. She had taken two fingers immediately, and even a third slid in easily, although it did draw another long, loud moan from Rosemarie. He was engrossed enough with eating the auburn haired vixen's cunt enough that she was able to take one of her hands and start massaging an exposed breast, making her big nipples protrude even more. "More, more," she gasped as she enjoyed every sensation of the big man's tongue lashing out at her cunt. "Oh God! Oh my God!" she cried as she came, succumbing to the awesome feeling of his hot mouth sucking on her clit. Rosemarie's pussy hairs were tickling Henry's nose as he buried his face in her snatch, licking and sucking as she squeezed tight against him. A shriek announced the final arrival of her orgasm, brought on by Henry's tongue dipping into her pussy while he furiously rubbed at her clit. More surprising to Henry was the gush of hot cunt juices into his mouth as she came, it squirted out of her and splashed against his face. What he was unable to swallow puddled onto the wooden stairs. Henry looked up at Rosemarie, she was writhing about in her seat and tossing her head about, deep in the throes of her orgasm. The sweet aroma of her juices wafted up at him from where they were spilled, and he started to push forward against her. Henry wanted Rosemarie bad, and she was more than willing to oblige.

Rosemarie's breath came in great deep gasps as she recovered from her orgasm, never had she expected Henry to tongue her so well. She motioned for him to follow her all the way into the attic, where she knew he had needs to be fulfilled. He quite willingly followed her up there, and as soon as he did, Henry's eyes lit up. Rosemarie was waiting for him, reclined against a pillow with her legs still parted. Her wet cunt still dripped from his tonguing, and she was fingering herself just a little. The attic space she was in had been partially finished, to what end Henry could only guess. Mirrors lined the walls and a plush carpet covered the floor. Along a wall Henry could see a couple of mattresses, and strewn about were all manner of sex toys. Clearly Rosemarie had a secret as well, one he knew instantly her friends had not one clue about. "My husband and I entertain up here," she explained. "And I think we'd like you to be a part of our 'inner circle', if you'd like to be." Henry could only nod as he approached her. Rosemarie spun around, her back to him as she clutched the pillow in tight. "Do you like it this way?" she asked. "You can do anything you want," added Rosemarie before Henry could respond. Her knees inched apart as she did, giving him a clear invitation. as he came up to her from behind.

She could see him in any one of the mirrors in the room, and she braced herself as he settled in behind her. His shorts had been unable to conceal the fact that his cock was rock hard after he'd eaten her cunt, and Rosemarie sucked in a breath as she saw it exposed for the first time. Now she knew why her friends were smiling about him all the time, and she prepared herself to experience it for herself. Slowly she lowered her head down onto the floor, raising her hips to match his. Her knees slid even farther apart, and she felt strong hands grabbing the soft cheeks of her ass. The hourglass of her figure was quite clear to Henry as he poised himself behind her, positioning himself just right before easing his cock into her. A squeal escaped from Rosemarie's lips as she felt that thick pole pressing into her ass, and another followed as she felt Henry pop it all the way in. Her ass was spread wide for him, and his cock inched its way inside her. Rosemarie had a good idea of what to expect from him, yet it still came as a bit of a surprise as he cock reamed her tight little bunghole. He was already starting to thrust as her body yielded to him, and she was soon squealing with delight. It was a rare thing for Rosemarie to give her ass up to be fucked like this, but what better way for her to reward Henry for the exquisite job he'd done with his tongue.  He was leaning over her, pressing her down with his weight as he fucked her from behind, letting himself enjoy every moment of fucking this white girl's ass. Her breasts found their way into Henry's hands, and her nipples were pinched between his fingers. They were so luxurious to the touch that Henry started fucking her even harder. Rosemarie responded by bringing her fingers back to her cunt, rubbing her clit while she let a new man butt fuck her. Her hips ground against him with each thrust of his cock into her tight buns, and she felt his balls swaying against her ass faster and faster.

"Ungh! Yes!" she grunted as Henry's thrust came in harder and faster. "You like that? Grabbing onto my nice, white ass while you fuck it?"

"Oh my God yes!" gasped Henry as he strained against her tight grip.

"Mmm...yeah...fuck me!" Rosemarie turned to look at him. "Better than that slut Nicki?" she asked. He nodded. "Like it better than fucking that bitch Sheri? Oh, I bet you do," continued Rosemarie. "And I bet you'll love coming up here and watching other guys do the same," she went on. "Oh, God! Oh yes! Come on, give it to me, shove that big black cock deep into my ass!"

"Oh God! Oh God!" cried out Henry as Rosemarie continued talking dirty to him. She was saying such filthy, nasty things as he rammed his cock into her ass, deeper and deeper, harder with each passing stroke. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Can't wait to fuck you every way I want!" he shouted as he slammed into her one last time. His balls spasmed as he did, spewing his hot cum deep inside Rosemarie's ass. Together their bodies lurched forward, coming to rest in a tangle of arms and legs wrapped around each other tightly. Henry's cock had popped out of Rosemarie's ass as they tumbled, and the last of his cum had shot out over her belly and cunt. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the side of her neck as they rested there. Surely this scene would be played out up here again and again. Rosemarie obviously had a stable of studs who would come service her up here, and Henry could hardly wait to see them in action. He may even be able to convince his wife to join in, surely Rosemarie's husband deserved at least a taste of her. One day they might even be able to include their other friends as well, even if Nicki wasn't the slut of the neighborhood that she thought she was. For now though, they lay in each other's arms, breathlessly wondering what adventures would lie ahead for everyone who shared the hottest bus stop in the neighborhood.



Bus Stop



When people ask how we met, I smile and reply, "On the bus."

Of course, I can't tell them the whole story. June and I look at each other, grin like Cheshire cats, and enjoy our sexy little secret. My first dinner with her parents was embarrassing. I had to think on my feet that night, I can tell you.

We've been married nearly two years now, and our first child is on the way. Life is good, and even though we've got a reliable car these days, we still take the bus every now and then, just for old times sake.

*****

My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of junk that had finally given up the ghost. I was too busy to shop around for a new one, so I was resigned to taking the bus instead.

Mornings were fine. I went in early and the bus was always empty. I could happily read some papers on the journey. But the mass exodus of shoppers and students from the town centre, made the ride home very uncomfortable. One particular day I was late getting to the bus-stop. It was standing room only by the time I got to the front of the queue. And not very much standing room at that. I got on, paid my fare, and headed for the back of the bus. Just like it tells you to on the little signs.

She got on after me. She was couple of inches shorter than me, with a perfect crop of blonde hair. She stood in front of me, facing the front, as the bus pulled out of the station.

We were quite close, and the scent of her perfume flooded my nostrils. It was a musky, sexy smell. I recognised it as something expensive, but I couldn't put a name to it.

She had some heavy shopping bags on the floor by her feet. I almost offered to help her with them when more people got on the bus at the next stop and we were forced to move even further back. Inhibition stopped me, or maybe it was when she stepped on my foot as she shuffled back. She turned around to look at me with apologetic eyes.

"Sorry," she said sweetly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

By now, the bus was full and she was right up against me. I could just about see over the top of her head, but my crotch was lined up with her glorious round arse. Her scent drove me wild, and I pictured the kind of images that any healthy heterosexual male would have in that situation.

My cock stirred; I could feel it moving upwards and out. This was going to be embarrassing. I desperately tried to think of the most boring thing I could. Cricket, that's boring, but an article in the morning newspaper about a cricket star whose alleged lover claimed was great in bed, filled my head.

I tried again. Snooker. No, that was no good either. I once tried to teach a girlfriend how to play and it meant leaning over her, my crotch up against her bum. It didn't matter what I thought of, my over-stimulated brain made a connection to sex, all the time giving strength to my growing bulge.

I knew that the girl in front of me would be able to feel my dick pushing against her by now. I was convinced that she could feel every pulse as it filled with ever more blood. She hadn't even turned around and told me off but my face was already beetroot red. What would it be like when she did? I was thankful that most people would be getting off the bus in a few stops time. I could move away from her and avoid making the situation worse.

The bus began to clear and seats became available. I sat a couple of seats behind the blonde girl, and tried toi calm down. But the hormones were raging, and I decided that when I got in I would put my on favourite porn movie, and have a good old-fashioned wank.

With only two stops left before mine, there were five people left on the bus; the blonde girl included. Nobody got on or off at the next stop, and I suddenly realised that mine was one of the last stops. I prayed she stayed on when I alighted. I would be very embarrassed otherwise.

Praying when you don't really believe in a god is foolish in the extreme. Any god that happens to be listening is bound to take the piss. She rose to disembark at the same time as me. I was up and past her seat, waiting for the bus to stop, before she had even managed to get her shopping bags out from behind her seat.

I felt very guilty getting off the bus carrying only a newspaper while she struggled with her load. Being a softy at heart, I helped her down off the bus, and held some of her shopping as she tried to work out the best way to carry it all.

"Look, why don't I help you carry it back to your house?"

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked.

"No, I don't mind. How far is it?"

"Just around the corner." She pointed in the same direction as my house. This girl lived in the same street and I had never seen her before. How could that be?

"That's my street!"

"Wow, what a coincidence."

I took the heaviest of her bags and we set off towards her house. She lived further up the street than me. I never venture up that end, which explained why I hadn't seen her before. I said as much to her. 

"Oh, I only moved in last week. I'm still getting to know the area."

"Well, unless someone else has already, let me be the first to welcome you to the street."

"My neighbours already did, but thanks anyway. I'm June, by the way."

"Hi June. I'm Patrick, or Paddy, or ... no, you don't want to know my other nicknames."

"Why on earth not?"

"Rugby club."

"I see."

I pointed out my house when we past it, and walked up the street at least another ten houses before we got to hers.

"This is one of those they converted into flats isn't it?"

"Yeah, One up and one down. I'm on top."

I walked her to the door which she opened then turned around and invited me in for a coffee.

"It's the least I can do after you were so kind to help me."

"Don't be silly, it was no trouble."

"I insist."

"Actually," I paused, unsure. "I'm a little embarrassed. I only helped because I felt guilty after, you know on the bus." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Hey! Now who's being silly. The bus was so full and we were forced so close, I'd have been positively offended if I hadn't got a reaction. Now come on in and have a drink."

I relented and followed her through the door and up the stairs to her home, carrying the bags of course.

It was a small flat, with a hallway leading off to four rooms. I assumed they were kitchen, lounge, bathroom and bedroom. She placed her bags on the floor in the hall.

"Just leave those there." She waved a hand to show me where. "Come with me and I'll put the kettle on."

I followed her through one of the doors. But it wasn't the kitchen. It was her bedroom! No sooner had this fact registered with me than she shut the door behind me and pushed me back against it.

"Oh, God," she said, her voice a deep growl, "ever since I felt that big cock of yours poking into me on the bus, all I've been able to think about was it pumping in and out of me."

"Wha…?"

She shut me up with a kiss. I was too surprised to do anything. I mean, what do you do when a sexy young thing lures you to her boudoir to take advantage of you?

It was a short, but very passionate kiss, before she broke away and reached down for my belt. "Come on, let's see it."

She fumbled in her haste to open up my trousers and free my cock. Once it was out in the open, she held it in her hand and stared at it.

"It felt much bigger than it looks. Perhaps I need to get a bit closer."

She dropped to her knees. She looked it over, examining it, then engulfed it in her mouth. She slurped noisily, moving her head back and forth and driving me insane. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the door, barely able to stand. She ran her tongue in little circles around my cock-head, and sucked more dick into her mouth.

She stopped suddenly and stood up. She looked me squarely in the eye and licked her lips.

"I want you," she said. "I want you to fuck me."

"Fine by me," I said. "but first ..."

I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, which was difficult with my trousers still around my ankles. When I finally got there, I dropped her on the bed, reached up and took hold of her panties, and pulled them down over her hips and off.

It was my turn to fall to my knees. I pulled her towards me so that her bum was on the edge of the bed. I bunched her dress up around her waist then dived in. I licked along the length of her swollen lips, before dipping my tongue inside her slick hole. I revelled in her taste and the sounds she made. She was enjoying my attentions.

I reached a hand up to find her tit, which I massaged through the material of her dress and bra. With my other hand, I searched out her clit and rubbed it gently. Her vocalisations became louder and she reached down to grab my head, pulling me closer to her.

"Oh yeah, come on, oh yeah."

She thrust her hips against my mouth. I moved my tongue in and out of her like a miniature cock. Her hips found the same rhythm as my tongue, and she went from vague words of encouragement to animal-like noises.

I pulled away from her and stood up. She whimpered her objection and reached up for me. I shook my head at her and pulled my T-shirt off. She got the idea and jumped up to her knees, pulling her dress up and over her head. She knelt on the bed in only a lacy white bra, and she reached behind her back to unclasp it while I watched.  I kicked off my trousers and walked over to her.

"Turn around."

She did, her pert little arse pointing at me. I grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. She closed her eyes and moaned. Then I slapped her fleshy cheek. She wiggled her hips back at me. I took hold of my cock and she turned her head back to look at me. 

"Come on, fuck me."

It was hard to believe that I had only met this girl an hour and a half previously, and now she was urging me to fuck her. I didn't even know her surname!

I couldn't wait any more and lined my cock up with the entrance to her twat. I pushed in slowly. She moaned long and loud as I slid into her as far as I could go. I pulled out all the way as slowly as I had entered, then pushed back in quickly. June gasped, as if my dick was forcing all the air out of her body.

I slid out again and worked up a rhythm, and still it was as if the air was being forced out of her lungs. With each thrust, she gasped louder and louder. I humped her harder and faster. Her cries became louder, and she lost control. She bucked and writhed against me. She was coming. The waves of orgasm ripped through her, she pounded the bed with her fist and screamed.

All this was too much for me. I was already worked up, even before entering her bedroom, but now I was ready to burst. My hip movements became erratic, and the wires in my brain fused. My cock exploded and I filled her with my seed. Two, three, four strong squirts. I was finished, and collapsed at her side.

June fell beside me, her arm draped across my chest. We both took deep breaths until eventually she propped herself up her elbow and looked me in the eye.

"That was fantastic," she said. "I'm glad I took the bus today."

We both burst out laughing, and were overtaken by an uncontrollable fit of giggling.

"Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked eventually.

"Not at the moment."

"Well?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"Kind of," she said. "It's just that I wouldn't normally sleep with a guy until the fourth or fifth date, and since we've already fucked...."

"You think we should go out on four or five dates to make up for it."

"Exactly."

I considered this for a moment. I hardly knew June, but she seemed quite nice, she was gorgeous and she was a great lay.

"Sounds good to me."

"Great, what have you got planned for dinner tonight?"

"Nothing."

"Well I'll cook here, on one condition."

"What's that?" I asked.

"You go get some wine. Just don't take the bus, you never know who you might bump in to."



Bus Stop



The scene is a bus stop, a three sided, shallow structure with a roof and a bench. It's out in the country, near the end of a bus line created to bring commuters into the city. In a few years, suburban housing might make it out this far but for now it's lightly populated. It's the middle of the night, roughly 2:30 am, faintly lighted with a single bulb. One person sits in the shelter, a young man, perhaps 20, 21, 22 years of age, dressed casually. It's a warm night, around 21 degrees C. He's just sitting quietly, waiting. Not unusually handsome but clean cut, a presentable, intelligent looking young man. Perhaps a college student.

A young woman, generally the same age as the man, walks out of the dark. She's dressed for a party, dressed to impress. A tight, short, black mini-skirt. Cream colored blouse, designed to show off her noticeable breasts. Long, slim legs with medium high heeled shoes which accentuate the curves of her muscles. Well groomed dark blond hair, slightly long, almost to her shoulders, around an attractive face. Not beautiful but well made up. Overall extremely appealing.

"Hi," she says, sitting down on the bench at the other end from the young man.

"Hi," he replies, looking a little surprised to see her at this place and at this time looking as dressed up as she is.

"I guess the next bus will be awhile, won't it?"

"I think so. I don't really know. But at this hour I can't imagine they run very often."

The girl exhales, leans back but can't seem to relax. She puts her hands on her knees and looks around. She's quiet for a couple minutes, moving every few seconds into slightly different positions. She exhales again. Noticeably. "It figures," she finally says out loud. "Everything else has gone wrong so far."

She's quiet again but fidgety. She stands and takes a few steps then back again. Sits again. "This was going to be a big night. A great night. The best sex of my life. I've been looking forward to it for weeks, getting hornier and hornier, thinking about it. Now here I am. Frustrated as Hell."

The young man looks at her, watches her, but says nothing.

She gets up again, paces. Sits again. She spreads her legs and puts her hand up inside her very short skirt. She moves it around some and then brings it back out. "I'm just so damn ready," she says, turning to the man and holding her hand out. "Smell," she says.

He leans toward her and gets his nose close to her finger and sniffs. He takes her hand and aims her finger into his mouth and licks and sucks on it.

"I really, really need a fuck," she says. She slides over close to him and puts her hand down onto his crotch. She moves it, feeling him, feeling his erection beginning to form. "How about it?" she asks. "We're liable to be here for a couple hours."

He's turned halfway toward her. He says nothing but he puts his hand on her knee and slowly slides it up her thigh until he touches her wet pussy. "No pants?" he asks as he pushes his finger into her.

"No. They would just be in the way. I was planning on lots of sex," she says as she begins to unzip his fly and slides her hand inside to grasp his cock. They sit there for a moment, him finger fucking her, her feeling his now erect cock, sensing its size and shape.

She then says, "Lets get on with this." She turns more and gets both hands to his body, unfastening his belt and pants and getting his cock and balls out into the open. She then half stands and moves in front of him and then straddles him and starts to sit on him, taking his cock inside her. Her mini skirt has risen, her bare ass showing as she takes more and more of him into her. 

"Aah," she breathes out as she feels him inside her. "You have a very nice cock. I love the feel of it in me." She starts moving, partly up and down but some back and forth as well. "I love this," she says as she starts moving faster and faster.

He has both hands on her bare ass, helping her ride him. She moans and breathes hard and continues to bounce on him. Very energetic. "Aah," she says several times, then starts a low moan that increases in volume and becomes almost a shrill scream. He can feel her tight insides grasping his cock, pulsing on it. She finally goes quiet and sits down fully and he can feel moisture leaking out around his cock onto his balls. She leans her head on his shoulder. "Oh I needed that," she says quietly.

"I'm still hard," he says. "How about you stand and lean on the bench back and I come into you from behind." 

She grins at him and almost jumps off him and moves slightly to the side, spreads her legs and leans out, stretching her arms and grasping the back of the bench. He come up behind her, lifts the short skirt again and pushes his cock back into her again. "Ugh" she says as she feels it moving into her. Then another "Aah," as she feels him moving in her.

He starts slowly but fairly fast builds hiss speed so that he's ramming into her fast and hard. He grunts and she grunts with each stroke. He has one hand around her, his fingers to her so that he can work on her clit as he fucks her. The other hand is holding onto her bare hip. It only takes a couple minutes and he cums, shooting a load into her. That seems to trigger another orgasm for her as she screams again.

He pulls out and steps back. She straightens up and moves to her small purse. She opens it and pulls out a packet of tissues and begins to wipe her pussy, clearing the flow of both their fluids. She puts one foot up on the bench. uses a second tissue to wipe herself as clean as possible. She then looks around, sees a trash can and walks over and tosses the tissues in and turns back towards the young man, who's also standing, putting his cock back inside his pants.

She takes a step to him and reaches down to grasp his cock. "We're liable to be here a while ," she says. "Maybe I can use that some more."

"I'm sure you can," he says. He puts his arms around her, pulls her close and kisses her. She kisses back and they stand there holding each other. He has his arms around her back. She has one hand between them, holding his cock, the other around onto his butt. Their mouths work a little as they put their tongues to work.

As they break the kiss, he leans back a little and uses both hands to begin unbuttoning her blouse. He pulls the blouse free from her skirt and turns slightly to toss it onto the bench. He then reaches around her to unfasten her brassiere, then removes it and tosses it with the blouse. Holding her, he backs up a step to sit on the bench and get his hands and mouth to her breasts. He feels and licks and sucks on both, then kisses down onto her stomach.

He lifts her skirt and drops is head lower to get at her pussy. She lifts a leg and puts her foot on the bench, opening herself to him. He has both hand on her bare ass and his tongue moving in her slit. She moves her foot to spread even wider. He moves one hand and gets it up under his chin to slide a finger into her as his tongue works on her clit. She has her hands on his head, balancing herself and encouraging him. 

He keeps licking and fingering her as she screams and jumps slightly. He pulls his finger out and tries to suck her whole pussy into his mouth, tasting her cum as she continues to flow into him. He finally sits back and looks up at her. "You taste as good as you look," he tells her. "You have a beautiful pussy. Really tight when we fuck, nice and firm and delicious to eat."

She sits next to him and they face each other and kiss again and again. She moves a hand to feel his cock, which is still hanging out of his loosened pants. "If I can get this up again, maybe we can do even more," she says to him as she leans down to get her mouth to him.

He leans back and slides his hips forward slightly to give her room. She's bent over slightly awkwardly and moves her hips back to become more comfortable as she sucks on his cock, taking all of it into her mouth. It takes a little while but she never lets up and slowly he becomes erect again. "I need this in me again," she says, looking up at him.

He moves and she moves. She's on her back, one leg bent up and against the bench back, the other spread out, with one foot on the ground. He's over her, one leg on the bench, one on the ground as he pushes his cock into her. Apparently he can get plenty of traction because he's really managing to pound into her very strongly. She's moaning and grunting and giving little shrieks. She orgasms. He can feel it, her insides working on his cock. 

"Back again?" he asks as he pulls out. She grins and stands and turns to lean against the bench back, her legs spread and he come up behind her to shove into her again. They pump away, he reaching around to work his fingers on her clit, for quite a long time until she orgasms once again, with screams to show her feelings. He pulls out and sits, she straddles him again and starts bouncing.

This goes on for even more time. Him managing to slow her enough to kiss her several times. Most of the time his hands are on her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Finally he can feel it and says, "I'm going to cum." She says, "Me, too!" and they do. In the distance they can see headlights. She quickly jumps off him, grabs her brassiere and puts it on and then her blouse. He gets his cock and balls back into his pants and when the bus stops, they're both mostly presentable.

They're the only ones on the bus. They share a seat. She gets some tissues out of her purse and gets them up between her legs to try and soak up everything that's leaking out. 

"What were you doing at that bus stop at this hour?" she asks.

"My fraternity dropped me there, said they had a deal with a sorority to supply a man. I guess your sorority dumped you there."

"Yeah, it's sort of complicated. I'm a Junior at State and joined the sorority over a year ago. I broke up a couple months ago with my boy friend. He was cheating on me. It really bothered me. The president of the sorority has been after me to loosen up and get over it. Get back to normal again. She set this all up, convinced me that I needed to seduce someone, prove to myself that guys still want me, that it was my boy friends fault, not mine. I made up that story to get us around to having sex. I guess it worked, didn't it?" She leans against him, holds his arm.

"It sure did. But it makes me realize there's more to this. The reason I was there is that the same thing happened to me. My long time girl friend was cheating on me and I broke with her. The president of my fraternity talked me into this pretty much the way your sorority president did. Is her name Meg?"

"Yeah, it is. How do you know that?"

"Because Brian, my fraternity president, is dating a girl named Meg. This was all done to get us two to meet one another, to set us up with each other. And it sure worked, didn't it? I think you're the sexiest girl I've ever met. I don't know you well enough to know how much I like you but I love your body, your attitude. Could we meet some more, get to know one another better? Like, maybe our names? I'm Gary."

"Deirdre," she says and moves around to kiss him. They trade tongues for awhile.

As they break the kiss, he asks, "It's only early Saturday morning. Could we get a motel room and continue this for awhile. Now that I've had a little taste of you, I'd like to go for the full meal."

"I don't have anything until classes Monday morning. I'd love to spend more time with you. Naked. In bed." They h old each other and kiss some more as the bus moves into the main part of town.



Bus Stop



Six in the morning, I have to catch the early bus. It's still dark out as I wait at the bus stop. I'm a bit chilly in my white tee-shirt (With a big heart on the front) , a long (almost to my knees) denim-look-a-like skirt with some ruffles and two inch heeled sandals that lace all around my calves to my knees. I know today will be warmer, so I don't worry about the morning temperature.

I watch a jogger run by the bus stop. She's already worked up a sheen that glistened in the street lights. She looks straight ahead, listening to ear-phones. She doesn't notice how I ogle at her bouncing breasts and succulent thighs. I start to daydream about having that blond ponytail in my fist as I push those red lips between my thighs. I eat my little yogurt cup with the spoon as I imagine my ears pressed by those muscular legs as My tongue darts into her shaven cunny. I always image women shaven, like me.

I spill a bit of yogurt on my skirt. I look down at my leg and notice a man sitting right next to me. 

"Let me get that for you," He says in some strange accent, not quite Italian. He puts one hand on my thigh above the spill, the other on my calf , then leans down to lick the yogurt off my skirt. He smells sexy and keeps licking the spot after I know the yogurt is gone. His hand moves up my calf to my knee and I slip into "subbie mode." His fingers have moved just past my skirt fringes as the bus pulls up. "Sit in my lap," he whispers in my ear as he stands and gets on the bus. 

The driver is an older black woman who winks at him and says, " Got another lost lamb, tiger?" as he passes her. I follow him to the back of the bus. He sits. I go to sit on his lap, but he grabs the bottom of my skirt first, and hikes it up to my waist. He pulls my "hello kitty" panties down to my ankles. I step out of them and he puts them into his jacket pocket. I see the driver smiling at us in the mirror. She pulls away from the stop and I fall back into his lap. My pony tail must hit him in the nose. He pushes my butt down his legs to his knees and unzips his pants.

He makes me stand and turn around. He puts a condom into my mouth and points to his wonderfully huge cock. I bend over and put the condom over the tip of it's head with my lips and tongue. He's to big for me to get farther, to I suck and nibble a bit on the tip while my small finger pull the condom the rest of the way down.

He turns me around again and sits me down on his knees. Then he pulls me back, lifting my hips so he can impale my little cunny with his huge cock.

Damn it feels good. I'm half way to my first orgasm before I get his shaft all the way in. He's strong too. He lift me up by my hips and pulls me back down, bouncing me on his cock with just his biceps. I see us pass the jogger through the window. She glances up at me. I don't know if she can tell what I'm doing through the bus window, but I imagine that she can. I come really fast, he keeps going, I can't stand it, I'm hyper ventilating or something from all the pleasure. He lifts me all the way off and the rush slowly subsides.

My brain is shut off. I whisper, "fuck?" because I can't think to say anything else. He start to lower me again, this time I feel the pressure at my anus. The tip has already started to force it's way in before I realize this is going to hurt. The bus hits a bump and his slow insertion skips an inch, "ow, too big," I whimper. He continues the slow penetration.

One of his hands goes to the front. I feel his large fingers slip into my cunny. His thumb presses against my clit. He does that just right, and I almost forget about the monster in my ass till the bus hits another bump. He fingers me some more. The next bump put him all the way in. It's hurting. It's feeling good. I'm so confused. He keeps fingering me. I try to concentrate on his fingers and I realize that he's not doing it for me, he's rubbing himself through me, rubbing his cock through my flesh with the finger in my cunny. He's using me like some cheap latex masturbation toy. My kinky side takes over my conscious thought and I orgasm at being so used. My ass squeezes, it hurts more, but the more it hurts the harder I orgasm. That makes him cum too.

I can feel his hot cum in my ass, that thought extends my orgasm a little longer. He lifts me off his cock and I can feel the warm goo dribbling down. I look over my shoulder as I stand up and see the busted condom on his cock. This strangers cum deep inside me make me start to feel hot again, but this is my stop. I reluctantly walk away, getting off the bus I got off on.



Bus Stop



CHAPTER 1

At thirty-eight Mike Jones had the slumped shoulders of a loser, and for good reason. He'd lost his wife, lost his executive job and had escaped bankruptcy by a whisker and had now slunk home to live with his parents, those events occurring in that order. 

The job market was tight but he's found a position, at sixty percent of his former salary, as assistant chief admin officer at Burling Medical Laboratories Supplies. Mike had politely asked his father to drop him off at his new workplace but retired high voltage reliability engineer Archie growled, "Get a bus." Amy his mom kept out of that exchange, knowing her place in the pecking order and anyway she couldn't drive.

Mike stood in the two-entrance see-through bus stop shelter waiting for the 102 City Express due at 7.25.

It arrived on time and he was boarding when he caught sight of a woman running. He stepped off and told the driver, "Woman coming, running."

The driver looked at him but said nothing. 

The woman, shapeless under her coat and wearing a cute hat puffed, "Thanks" to Mike and boarded, Mike almost treading her heels. She dropped a dollar when placing her $1.70 in the fare box. Mike caught it and tossed it in the box for her, receiving his second grateful smile of the morning. She tool a seat beside someone near the front so Mike walked to the rear and sat beside a wheezing guy who filled his seat and a third of Mike's.

After two more stops the bus went on to the freeway for the express trip into the city.

At the third stop in the CBD Mike followed the woman in the brown coat off the bus. She took a left and he turned right and thought no more about her, instead focusing on the day ahead. The chief admin officer appeared to be a bad-tempered bitch and so he wasn't looking forward to Day 1 at the new job.

Mrs Edwards introduced him to the other twenty-three in admin. He'd met top management during his second and third interviews.

"You handle your own paperwork and correspondence but may use my PA Betty to assemble your reports and convert your commentaries into proper English."

"Thanks." Mike said, attempting to inject a tone of gratitude. Saying lighten your tone bitch to one's boss on the first day at work would be a kiss of death.

Mrs Edwards tossed him a bunch of invoices with copies of dispatch slips attached prepared by general staff. She instructed him to check, approve/reject and hand them back to her.

Fifty-five minutes later he took them into her.

"A problem?"

"No."

"What then?"

"I've finished. The eight on the top red-tabbed require re-processing."

"You can't have done a proper job so quickly," Mrs Edwards said looking on her desk for her glasses that were propped in her hair. Mike left her to fiddle, wondering if she knew what day it was.

Later Mrs Edwards called him into her office for coffee.

"I couldn't find anything wrong with your approvals," she accused. 

Mike sipped his coffee and mumbled thanks.

"So you know what the bottom drawer is?"

"The place for low priority work that spells nothing but trouble."

"Correct. This folder from my bottom drawer requires a report overdue by at least six months. I'd like you to work on it."

"A pleasure."

"I doubt it," she smiled.

A smile? Jesus, thought Mike, scratching through his sandy-colored hair while wondering if that was her smile for the week.

That evening his mom kissed him, took his coat and asked how had his day gone.

Mike replied it had been a little disjointed and people were a little unfriendly but he believed he'd coped well. Although in the same room, his switched-off father looked up when Mike sat beside him and said, "Oh you're home?"

Mike sighed.

Next morning was sunny and Mrs Brown Coat of the morning before arrived as the bus arrived and smiled at Mike who'd stepped back for her. She wore a tight dark business suit and no hat. Her dark hair was cut fashionably short and Mike approved the breast-line and as she stepped aboard he noticed the great-looking calves. She appeared to be in her early forties and would be married. Mike wondered what her attitude would be to illicit sex.

Just after 4:00 that day Mike finished his analysis and emailed the bottom drawer report findings and his recommendations.

Minutes later Mrs Edwards entered his office waving the email.

"Do you really think it's this simple?"

"Yes the analysis of data is conclusive. Your receivables section is far more efficient than the payables section and because both teams have the same supervisor/trainer it is doubtful it's a management problem. Therefore as I suggest you recommend to management they don't bring an expensive consultant in to study the problem, at least not initially. First you should switch a couple of women from the receivables team to the payables team and in two months reassess the situation."

"I can't see the CEO buying that. The solution seems too easy."

"Actually the supervisor needs a rocket for not trying this herself. But insert a word before expensive consultant, such as 'very' or 'exceedingly' or go for the jugular and suggest 'a frightfully expensive consultant' but perhaps that's a bit too emotive for a management report."

"Mike you are a genius. Thank you. I'm so grateful."

Mike gave her a genuine smile but knew she should receive a rocket for not processing that file months ago.

Sleet threatened again next morning, bringing out coats again. Mrs Brown Coat was already in the shelter when Mike arrived but wearing a blue coat and a blue hat this time, the hat being too wide-brimmed to be cute.

"Good morning," she smiled. "We meet again. I'm Merle."

"Hi I'm Mike. You look lovely."

She colored.

Mike swore to himself and chided pace yourself you chump.

"I apologize for being so personnel."

She turned back to him. "I-I'm going through a rough patch domestically."

"Me saying sorry does nothing to assist, does it? Just let me say you appear to have a strong back so are very likely to cope well."

She looked at him curiously and said thank you as the bus arrived.

Mike dropped in his fare and turned, almost knocking over Merle who had been waiting for him. She looked at his hand on her shoulder placed then to prevent the collusion and he drew it away abruptly.

"Sorry, I almost knocked you over."

Her green eyes flickered. "Sit by me this time. We ought to find a vacant double up near the back."

They settled and she said, "Do you live on Elm?"

"Yes at eight."

"We are eighteen. Then you'll be Mrs Jones' boy. I was on her committee that organized our street party last spring."

"Yes my mom is Amy Jones. So what's the problem at home?"

Merle stiffened.

"Come on Merle, you might feel better discussing it."

"With a stranger?"

"Yes."

Merle hesitated and then bit her lip before saying, "My husband is bullying me psychologically. So what have you to say to that?"

"Do you two have children?"

"He has a daughter left she abandoned him when he announced he would be marrying me. She's a young adult living with an older man."

"Well the solution is simple."

"Oh yes?"

"You tell him unless he seeks medical treatment pretty damn quick you will leave him?"

"Omigod," she said, staring straight ahead.

"What?"

"That's what I thought I should do but lack the courage to do it."

"Consult someone for support."

"What about you?"

She had her arms folded so Mike patted her thigh, close to her knee and said unfortunately he wasn't expert in that field.

Merle looked at him directly. "Are you trying to hit on me?"

That jolted Mike but he was up to it. Settling into his new job had seen his confidence return.

"I must admit I did have a fleeting thought along those lines when I saw you in that tight suit yesterday and particularly when I saw the back of your lower legs when you boarded... you have really great legs."

"At least you are upfront about that."

"Do you want me to be really upfront?"

She looked at him nervously and said, "Yes but keep you voice down."

"As I said I'm no expert but in my opinion your marriage is over. Psychological bullying suggests one of these possibilities: Your husband is angry he's not getting enough sex from you, or you mother is interfering with your domestic affairs and sharp-tonguing you or my pick is he's ageing and is feeling it and therefore resents your youth and vitality and by the way you dress I reckon you probably are holding down a very good job and he's jealous about that."

Merle said, "God I had expected you to tell me what you wanted to do with me. Well those are good theories so let me answer: One, if anything I'm too sexually demanding for him these days. Two, my parents live in Florida and didn't want me to marry him so the only time I see them is when I go to Florida. Three, I'd like to think about that theory about resentment fueled by jealousy. I do believe it has a ring of plausibility applying to my situation."

By the time they left the bus and parted that morning they knew each other's ages (she was forty), where they worked and what they did (she was assistant accountant for a building renovations company), and what foods and what films they liked. She now possessed his cell phone number but had said she'd never call him and he declined taking her number saying his phone would save it when she called him.

"I won't be calling you. I'm a married woman." 

Mike just smiled and said he'd wait for her to call.

She smiled and he knew she'd taken a likening to him.

Merle wasn't at the bus stop next morning and as the bus rolled off and joined the traffic flow Mike looked along Elm Avenue and in the distance saw her running and then slow to a stop. The next bus would be in fifteen minutes. 

Mid-morning Merle called him. She sounded breathless and said, "Hi it's Merle Chapman."

Ah so her surname was Chapman, thought Mike, who was then told, "Just listen to me and don't reply. I need to say this. We were having sex last night and I found myself wishing you were with me. Bye."

That confession shook. Christ how could a woman he scarcely knew call him to say that? He didn't know what to think so stopped looking at his phone and snapped it shut.

By 12:30 he knew what to think so called her.

"Hi thanks for calling to give me your phone number. Lunch at 1:00?"

He could feel her tension and so he challenged, "Come on, do something for yourself for once."

"Yes," Merle whispered. "Almo's Café."

He said he knew it and said to remain relaxed and wear a smile.

Mike arrived at Almo's and noted she was already seated. 

He hung up his coat and ambled over and said, "I thought this was you; I recognized your lower legs."

She blushed although must have known he couldn't see her legs. Her face then tightened and she said, "I must have been mad saying what I said to you when I called.""

"What call?"

Her mouth opened to retort and she caught his sly smile. "You are such a gentleman."

The waitress arrived. Neither of them had to consult the menu. Merle ordered a small bowl of chowder and two dry biscuits and Mike ordered a salmon steak with a touch of salad, Italian dressing and one scoop of fries.

He suggested wine but she declined so he requested coffee top-ups.

Merle was straight into it. "Why are we here?"

Mike had a prepared response. "You have taken a bit of a fancy to me and I'm feeling good about us but this is a business lunch, to discuss strategy."

"A-about my marital problem?"

"Yes."

"That's why I accepted this invitation, hoping to receive some support."

"Do you wear floral bras?"

"Mike, please."

"Answer me. This is part of the softening up process to build your confidence in me."

"Oh yeah?" she giggled.

He said see, his ploy was working already and she frowned and then her face relaxed and she nodded quite thoughtfully.

"Yes quite often, top and bottom. It makes me feel stylish and modern."

"Do you own crotchless panties?"

She colored highly and whispered no, that her husband was told old to approve of that sort of thing.

"Good, the more areas you an identify where incompatibility has developed between you two the easier it will be to ditch him. I'm serious about that and good girl for not mentioning his name to me. I don't wish to know it."

"At my age I'm scarcely a girl Mike."

"It was used as an endearment. To me you are young and lovely."

Merle swallowed. "Are you sure this is about strategy?"

"Absolutely. One has to be confident to act courageously. A tactic you must adopt is to claim a headache when he wants sex, but not every time."

"He's down to once a week."

"Christ Merle, you are in your prime. You'll need it at least nightly."

Merle looked at him with big green eyes that appeared to have turned luminous. Mike saw her swallow hugely so he grinned widely and nodded at her thoughtfully.

High color swept to highlight Merle's face and he thought he noticed her nostrils flare slightly. They sat caught in the silence of deep thought and the waitress arrived with their orders.

Outside the café Merle thanked him and said she wasn't going to kiss him or touch him. But she learned forward and kissed his cheek, turned and hurried off muttering.

Mike thought she was repeating the phrase, "You mad bitch."

Well yeah he'd go along with that unless she was being driven by huge desire to break out of her feeling of domestic imprisonment. He believed she would normally be a well-adjusted confident woman but her worsening domestic situation was making her somewhat erratic in behavior and explained her nervousness. But what if this was all a charade, that she was simply out to get him into her pants?

Mike considered that on the walk back to the office and decided that was very unlikely as the first time she'd mentioned domestic disharmony he'd glimpsed pain in her eyes. She'd have to be a superb actress to have projected like that if that was a lie. No he was confident she was indeed a woman in need of supportive counseling. He hoped he wouldn't stuff up in assuming the role of being a listening post and adviser.

Next morning gray and black clouds lay heavily in the sky and he found Merle already at the bus stop. She'd been watching for him and as he stepped into the glass and aluminum shelter she pulled out two small mugs for him to hold while she poured hot coffee with a dash of brandy in it.

"Hmmm. You are very creative and I also commend you for wearing wool trousers today."

"I thought you might be disappointed."

"No warm legs mean a warm heart. It's an inappropriate day for me thinking of buying you a pair of crotchless panties."

"God Mike please don't do that. He'd have a fit, that is providing he knew what they were."

"You could keep them in your toy box."

Merle grinned. "Whatever gave you the notion I'd have toys?"

"All women have a toy box so don't you?"

"I have a couple of what you call toys, yes."

"Well there's my answer."

Mike you won't buy..."

"No of course not. Here comes our horseless carriage," he said, handing back the half-cup container and saying, "I ought to kiss you."

She flushed and her lips parted and Mike said helpfully, "Time to board."

When they were seated she whispered, "Mike I'm not seeking a relationship."

"Aren't you just a tiny bit interested?"

She fidgeted brushing her coat where it lay over her thighs although it didn't appear to need brushing.

"Do you feel ready to commence the dumping process?"

Her brushing hand froze.

"Well?"

"It seems so inhumane."

"Think like that and you'll never do it. Think when I dump him he'll find someone around his own age and who is less sexually demanding."

"I'm not excessively sexually demanding."

"I wouldn't know."

"Of course not."

"Do you like your nipples bitten after being really aroused?"

"Mike, please."

He sat silently watching the rush hour traffic. Finally she said yes although she had to struggle to remember when they were last nipped.

"That's why they're called nipples."

She giggled and reached for his hand and they held the light grip until it was time to stand to get off at their stop.

They stood talking as the bus rolled onward.

"Are we having a romance Mike?"

"I'd say so."

"Thank you for being honest. I would never believe anyone if they claimed their romance started at a bus stop. It just sounds so inconceivable."

"I really felt it today when you poured me hot coffee at our bus stop. You are to blame."

"Oh Mike, that's brutal."

"Bullshit. Just be happy you are entitled to say you launched the romance."

"God I'm such a mad bitch."

"You are lovely and don't forget that. The time has come for you to act. Think about it today at work."

"Let's me for lunch. I'll pay."

"No sorry. Lunch will be your prime thinking time. I want you to eat alone."

"Mike!"

"It's time to be brave Merle. Keep your focus.""

"May I kiss you?"

Instead of replying Mike kissed her on the lips, lightly and sweetly. He felt her lips open just a tad.

He pulled away and she breathed, "Omigod, that was beautiful."

He just smiled, turned and walked off, muttering, "I'm so happy" pitched loud enough for her to hear.

* * *

Sara Lynch was left alone at the lunch table in the office café with Mike. He thought that was just by chance until she asked, "Are you attached?"

"Not at the moment. I'm divorced."

The deputy sales manager said, "There is talk you might be gay?"

"Who me?" Mike reacted in horror.

"What kind of answer is that?""

He recovered and said, "Date me and find out."

She giggled nervously and said she was married.

"Are you attempting to tell me you're getting all the sex you can handled?"

She reddened and said she'd never been taken to the limit.

"Anal as well?"

She whispered to him to keep his voice down.

"Six hours with me and you'll be legless."

Sara turned white and pleaded, "Mike can we forget we had this conversation?"

"Yeah right but if you'd like to drop into the men's with me now I'll give you a quickie."

"Mike please that's enough. You'll have to excuse me. I have er an appointment."

"Off she hurried and Mike smiled, believing there would be no more talk about him being gay.

Merle only just made the bus next morning. She sat beside Mike and he took her hand.

"Well?"

"I took him on and he denied everything of course and jumped up and down and threatened to hit me. But he didn't. He smashed one of my best vases instead."

"Good."

Merle gaped and said he didn't understand. The vase was worth several hundred dollars.

"Not any more," he grinned, squeezing her hand. "It also means you really got to him."

"Well he appeared shattered when I yelled either go and consult a shrink or divorce me. He yelled I was no fucking good as a companion and was always whining about not getting enough sex."

Mike eyed her.

"Er of course that was a damn lie. He slept in the spare room and didn't come out to join me for breakfast. So after eating and clearing away I left for work without seeing him. I await his response with interest."

Mike asked what did he think his response would be?

"He'll not want to do anything, hoping my accusation will go away but if he takes that attitude it will come up and bite him. I'll divorce him. So what do you think of that?"

"You do the right thing for you. No one else counts. You already know I reckon your marriage is over."

Merle leaned over to him and whispered, "You are keen for you and I to have sex, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Merle's tongue tip protruded. "When?"

"As soon as you're ready."

"I'm picking that will be quite soon. After I file for divorce I won't consider having sex with you as been adultery."

Mike told her he admired her and she must concentrate on making the best decisions to assure herself of a good future.




Bus Stop



They kissed at the bus stop and this time her pushed his tongue forward and she opened to admit him. There tongues touched and they both felt the thrill.

Walking to his office Mike wondered if his future included fucking her and often, unaware that later in the morning his future would be discussed.

CHAPTER 2

Marie Edwards was invited to the office of CEO Bryan Varda for mid-morning coffee.

"So you wish to wind down for your final two years with us before retirement?" he said, referring to Marie's email proposal.

"Yes. The business is growing and I've been finding my workload is over-stretching my capacity."

"And you feel your deputy is a possible threat to you?"

Bryan grinned when she remained tight-lipped. "Come on Marie, we have worked here for nineteen years, joining within months of each other. Make the admission and I'll help you."

Her eyes narrowed and she fired. "Mike Jones is good enough to take your job."

"Well he must learn more about our operation first. I could be persuaded to take early retirement with the bait of being made chairman of the board."

"Is that likely?"

"Yes within the next couple of years. Very well. You can head new business and troubleshooting department and you'll have to accept a salary drop. I'll reassign April to become Mike's deputy is he agrees to take your position."

"Do you think he will?"

"Yes, his present salary is not much more than half of what he was drawing before he came here following his divorce and paying off the huge debts his wife had racked up." 

* * *

The previous evening Mike did the dishes while his parents watched TV and went for a long walk and thought about his future. It was not going well. He was in a hole with his career, appearing to be without prospects until his boss retired in two perhaps four years. He had struck it lucky in meeting Merle who appeared to be a really good sort but who knew what was in her head. Yes what was going on in her head?

Taking the pessimistic view Mike thought she'd fuck him once in appreciation and then it would be goodbye Mike, get lost.

Christ why bother? He decided to resign in the morning and after working out his notice would head off somewhere to attempt to make another start. His last pay meant he had enough to return half of the $8500 his father had loaned him, that money removing him from the brink of threatened bankruptcy. He'd be left with enough cash to live on for a month until he won a job in some other city.

Mike took a call from Merle.

"Hi is it okay to talk?"

"Yes I'm out walking."

"I should be doing that with you."

Why would she want to be out walking with him? Mike shrugged and she said she was in a cab on the way to her sister's house.

"Are you okay?"

"There was some push and shove and yelling from both of use. I'll have a bruise on my back from when he pushed me out the door violently."

"Come and stay with me."

"No this is fine. I don't want him associating you with me."

Mike asked coldly why was that.

"He could try to hurt you."

Mike growled bring it on.

"I don't believe he would Mike but if he ran you down in his vehicle I'd be wrong wouldn't I? Stay away from him Mike."

Mike shrugged and said he didn't know she had a sister living in the city and she said there were a lot of things he didn't know about her. "I won't be at the bus stop in the morning. In fact that won't occur until he vacates the house. After he really lost it he was muttering about moving in with his daughter who lives a few hundred miles west of here."

"So he is reconciled to divorce?"

"No I told him tonight I was not going to sit round and wait, that I would initiate proceedings. That's when he lost his cool."

"He must love you?"

"Ha!"

Later that night Mike attempted to hand a check for $4250 to his dad.

"What's that for, you have been paying towards your upkeep?"

"It's the half of the money you gave me to bail me out to end my financial troubles. I'll pay you the remainder in a couple of months. I'm really grateful dad."

"You keep the money. We have more than enough money."

"Dad you can't..."

"You heard you father," his mom said proudly. "You two have never got along well but he's always acted like a proper father to you."

Mike hugged his dad who whacked him over the ear and grinning hold Mike to stop behaving like a girl. He knew that would make his mom think where was the girl in Mike's life. Well perhaps he'd be ready to tell them soon but knew they'd not like learning she was married. It would be best to front up with Merle before spilling the beans about her. They would love her first sight because Merle was that kind of women. He must ask Merle for her thoughts on adoption.

At the bust stop next morning there was no Merle of course. He'd known she wouldn't be there and was staggered by the huge sense of loss he felt. This bewildered him because he thought her interest in her was confined to helping her solve her domestic problem and to then wallow in sex with her.

Holy shit, he thought, having difficulty to believe this situation. What does this grief mean? 

He analyzed his feelings and concluded he'd fallen for Merle without knowing it? He looked at the traffic to avoid thinking any more about that because he was not ready to review such thoughts, considering their relationship was both superficial and tenuous.

At 9:45 Mike sat in front of the CEO sipping coffee and wondering what this was about? He was to be given a special assignment perhaps? He didn't believe he was in line for a reprimand.

"Well Mike how long have you been with us?" Bryan Varda asked, looking down at an open folder.

Mike decided not to reply, knowing Bryan was looking at the answer in front of him.

Bryan grinned and said that Marie had requested to be moved sideways and had accepted a spot that would mean quite a demotion but she was happy about that.

Looking out the side window Bryan said, "And so I'm having to think about her replacement."

"And that's why I'm here?"

Bryan said gravely, "An internal promotion appears likely. Any thoughts?"

Mike's mind slipped into gear. After two years as head of admin he could chase a much larger position at corporate level.

"I'd want April Chong as my deputy."

Bryan was unable to conceal his surprise. "Why Mrs Chong?"

"She is wasted where she is now; that woman has talent to burn."

"So you know her?"

"Only through occasional liaison. She lacks business experience and I noticed the family photo on her desk she was two under 10-year-olds. That suggests it's a good time for foundation work and perhaps to be groomed to be your natural successor."

"Won't you be competing for my job?"

"I aim to eventually get back to where I was before my downfall."

"I see and I can't fault you for adopting that mission. I'd do the same. Well you accept my offer to head admin?"

"Yes and thanks for your confidence in me. I enjoy working here. You run a good ship."

* * *

Ed Chapman used to be a strong, proud man but no longer. When Anna had divorced him after catching him pumping into her twin sister that had been a real shock and he'd become surly and had been really turned off women until he took on a new supervisor for his accounts department Merle Walters. 

His mind went back to how that period of depression ended. One day Ed had entered Merle's office without knocking after 5:00 to find her with her foot on her chair and she was adjusted a stocking suspender.

Ed had an instant erection at the sight of the beautifully formed leg that looked so creamy above the stocking top. He knew it must have been two years at least since he'd had an instant erection.

He didn't back out.

Merle had looked at him in surprise and then said hi Ed and kept on finishing what she was doing. 

Ed couldn't believe she'd hadn't hauled down her skirt and apologized or perhaps even saying he ought to have knocked.

She'd finished and pulled down her skirt and said, "Well how may I help? I'm on my way home."

"I-I thought you would have gone. I was just dropped off these approved accounts and to leave a note apologizing I didn't get them to you by 3:00 as scheduled."

"Well you are the boss; you can do anything."

Merle was thirty-two and by far the most attractive woman of the twenty-two in Ed's employment. He licked his lips and invited her to join him at a bar for a drink and she said yes rather than using the feeble excuse she had to go home. He knew she lived in a studio apartment by herself.

Ed thought back to that time eight years ago. He realized she believed he was simply attempting to establish a friendship. They fell into a pattern of going out together for a drink every Thursday night and one night they stayed longer than usual and he'd said could he kiss her and she simply turned up her face and closed her eyes.

Eight months later they quietly married.

Now the bitch had gone cold on him, accusing him of psychological bullying. Well he was bored, despite becoming wealthy after selling his business. He'd wanted her to quite her new job and go on a world cruise with him. He pushed and pushed her to resign but she finally gave it to him straight, "Go on a two-and-and-half month cruise virtually locked in a cabin with only you twenty-four hours a day...do you think I'm mad? My work gives me a taste of freedom."

Ed knew he complained about almost everything she did including complaining about her wearing too much makeup and wearing her skirts and dresses with hems too high and refusing to take money for him and when they had sex she never wanted to stop and he'd take all day next day to recover. And now she wanted him to seek medical help to deal with his fixations. His fucking what?

Christ he was Ed Chapman, successful businessman. Who the hell was she? She'd even lost her respect for him.

Fucking bitch.

Ed had thrown her out of the house two nights again and was now missing her terribly. But he knew if he took her back nothing would change. He needed a new start.

Tossing the last two bags into the back of his BMW, Ed took the final look at house that would be sold as part of the divorce settlement when Merle got off her ass to initiate that process. He would stay with his married younger sister Emily, knowing he could count on her to jerk him off when he felt the need of a bit of sexual fraternization. Emily loved him squirting on to her tits, er unless she had become prim and proper with age.

"Fucking Merle," he snorted, thinking of her driving him out of his home and marriage. She the hell did she think she was? If anyone was psycho she was the one.

He sped over an intersection thinking shit was that a red light he'd just gone through?

Traffic was backed up waiting at the next three intersections and he went through behind vehicles and got onto the secondary highway safely and put his foot down on the gas pedal in a hurry to be with his sympathetic sister.

Approached a bend Ed saw an eighteen-wheeler loaded with concrete pipes approaching. He decided to play fighter pilot and peered through the windscreen to line up his bonnet badge with the truck and then intended to push his horn button to blast off a rocket. Gee he hadn't done this since he was a kid sitting in his dad's pick-up in the garage and shooting at marks on the wall.

Then Ed made a fatal mistake. Instead of simply lining up and tapping the horn he lined up and accelerated.

"Jesus," he cried, breaking heavily and turning away from the looming road freighter.

His vehicle loaded with modern driving technology didn't overturn under the abrupt wrenching of the steering well. It straightened and left the road stabilized.

"I'm in trouble," Ed yelled, uttering his last words as the vehicle arched out and down on to rocks almost 250 ft below.

Merle called Mike six hours later.

"I've just come away from identifying Ed's body."

Mike's head shot back. What had she done to Ed? Fortunately commonsense prevailed. So he replied, "How are you?"

"Terrible. I'm at my sister's home. Ed died because of my association with you."

"Okay think what you like. So what happened?"

"He lost control of his vehicle on the highway, narrowly missing a full-laden truck and plunged into a canyon dying immediately."

"That's too bad. How may I help?"

"By staying away from me and don't come to the funeral. I'm then going away for at least three months."

"I'll miss you greatly."

She cut the call.

Fifteen minutes later a very upset Mike, conceding Merle would be even more upset, turned on the office TV set for the headline news and watched the report on the highway fatality of 'recently retired high profile businessman Ed Chapman who'd lost control of his vehicle with fatal consequences'. Pictures of the mangled SUV indicated no one could have survived that crash. The reporter spoke authoritatively of the notorious slippery bend on that section of the highway.

"Poor Merle," Mike lamented, thinking she ought to be in his arms and being lovingly calmed and comforted. Ed's bad driving wasn't anything to do with her decision to ditch Ed. The stupid clown was off his rocker.

Almost everyone had left the office promptly at 5:00 because a storm was brewing and they would have to make their way home in sleet.

The door of the women's restroom was ajar and the lights were on. Mike opened the door to switch off the lights in case the cleaners stayed home because of the storm warning.

"Hi Mike," smiled Valerie Hawkins, PA to the director of sales and marketing. She was bared to the waist. Cone in."

"I-I thought the facility was unoccupied and was a-about to douse the lights."

"I shopped for a couple of new bras today and can't decide what one looks best on me. Will you give your opinion?"

"Yeah if that's what you want," Mike said without thinking. He eyed the heavy hangers and felt his dick stir.

"I've fancied you from afar," Valerie confided as Mike closed the door. He thought oh crap and his dick hardened.

He leaned against the row of basins and she tried on one and then the other.

"The first one."

"Does the sight of flesh through the lace give you're a hard-on?"

"You have a fiancé Valerie, ask him that."

She smiled and said he wasn't there was he?

Valerie licked her lips. "Is that the outline of a hard-on I can see?"

"It might be."

"Would it like to be wrapped in some warm pussy?"

"Valerie," Mike said weakly.

"We were emailed late this afternoon you have been promoted to head of admin. I desire to be the first of us to fuck you Mike. I was aware you are nearly always the last to leave the office."

"So this is an entrapment?"

"You walked on freely Mike and you can leave just as easily. Of course don't blame me if a rumor circulates that you are gay."

Mike needed something to get his mind off Merle and the possibility she'd parted from him for good.

He unzipped.

Valerie watched him haul it out and she wheezed, "Oh my Mike are you half pony?"

Mike walked up and thrust his erection at Valier. She swallowed the tip hungrily and gradually worked her way down it. Later she grasped her ankles as Mike plowed her doggy and with her pushing back energetically that frenzy eventually unleashed great climaxes for them both.

"The butt?" Valerie pleaded but Mike, wiping away sweat, said he only did that with butt-virgins causing Valerie to scowl.

"Save some energy for your boyfriend," he grinned and she smiled and said, "Or his father."

Mike thought she was attempting to be funny.

A middle aged cleaner walked in and grinned as Valerie and Mike grabbled their clothes and disappeared into stalls.

""Oh too late to join in am I?" the woman cackled. 

"That was a great fuck," Valerie said as they left the building.

"Yeah well stick to your boyfriend. I'm too old for you."

"Yeah. You'll be too old to get it up in a year or two. You don't appear to be gay to me Mike Jones."

During the next three weeks Mike settled into his new role and began introducing the reforms he believed were needed, taking it slowly to avoid 'frightening the horses." He was experienced enough to know not to force staff on to the back foot if their cooperation was required to accept changes to the accustomed ways they did things."

CHAPTER 3

Mike, bent over against blowing snow ducked into the bus stop shelter and hear a familiar voice say, "Coffee?"

"Merle," he yelled and she screamed happily, "Michael."

They went into a clinch and then heard Alf, one of their regular drivers yell, "Are you two love birds coming."

Merle screamed, "No off you go. We have decided to take adverse weather leave."

"Have we?" Mike asked, a little conscientious.

"Yes," she hissed. "I wish to be taken home and loved."

As the bus rolled off Mike said, "What back to his house?"

"Yes but it's my house now and is up for sale. I'm over my recriminations and am back to say to you I'm ever so sorry but I just had to run off to get my mind sorted and take care of his burial. But I missed you so much I just had to come back much earlier that I envisaged."

"So you had intended returning?"

""Yes of course." She then saw his face and realized he'd not been confident about that.

"Oh Mike, I am so sorry."

"It's sweet, I have you back now," he smiled, holding on to the hood of his snow jacket as he pulled Merle out into the unrelenting wind. They were soon into relative shelter as they turned into Elm Avenue.

Inside the house they pulled off their storm clothing while eyeing each other before they went into a kissing huddle. She led him into the lounge and asked, "Do you want anything to eat?"

"Just pussy."

Grinning she raised an eyebrow and pushing her hands behind her dropped her skirt.

Mike groaned and she giggled, holding her tongue forward as her lips closed. That looked so sexy that it caused Mike to lunge at her. Merle who was stepping out of her skirt attempted to knock him away with a hip thrust, squealing in delight but he was quick enough to shoot out a hand to trap her hip. He gripped and swung round, falling on to the sofa, pulling her down on to him.

"God you animal," she snorted and mashed a hand down hard on to his cock and balls.

"Hey," Mike yelled, wincing. He grabbed the front of her bra through her thick top, attempted to rip top and bra off her but the bra held and the result was he slammed her down on to him, half-winding her.

"Truce," she panted, struggling for breath. 

He rolled from under Merle and pulled her to her feet and began rubbing her back in a circular motion, looking very concerned.

She smiled appreciatively, not panting so much until she managed, "Gee there won't be much of me left in one piece after you've finished fucking me."

Mike undid the back buttons of her top and pulled that off and then expertly reached behind to unclasp her bra and removed that. He then kissed both tits gently and said, "These are mountable trophies."

Merle sighed and said, "Please fuck me Mike. I've been waiting so long for you to do that."

Mike didn't bother with shedding any more clothes. He lowered Merle on to the sofa, unzipped and pulling out his dick slipped it in under the side elastic of a leg of her panties and the head slid though a more than ready slid.

"Oh Mike, this is gorgeous. I'm built to take a big one and have the 'I'm being filled' sensation."

Mike thought she could have all the sensations she liked but he hoped she's move her ass.

Merle chatted and grunted until he was fully docked but she remained stationary. 

Mike's fear she might fuck with as much liveliness as a pillow soon went. As soon as Mike pulled back for the next push forward she began moving and within seconds had caught his rhythm and they were away, banging and grunting.




Bus Stop



"Omigod how can fucking be so good," she said, wiping sweat off her brow.

That accolade made Mike's cock thicken further.

She asked mildly, "Don't you wear condoms?"

"Oh shit, aren't you protected? Women are fertile into their forties aren't they?"

"Yes but I'm protected," she puffed.

"I only wear them for anal."

"What?" she gasped.

Mike already have a wet finger playing round her clit so have shoved it at her anus and it popped it. "I was meaning up there."

Merle shrieked and Mike had to grasp her by the shoulders to stay on as she bucked and groaned into a huge climax.

As she calmed she squeezed his balls and he came, bellowing.

When he rolled off she said, "I don't do anal Mike."

He stuck a finger into her leaking juices. She hesitated but then sucked the offering finger and then smiled and smacked her lips. He couldn't be sure that was genuine approval.

"Is no anal negotiable?"

"You devil Michael Jones. I guess I'll have to think about that."

They stayed in the house all day, fucking and sleeping, and at 8:00 walked two blocks in the snow, with the wind having died, and found the 24-hour diner was operating.

Next morning Mike had to be pushed out to house to go home and dress for work.

He'd phoned his mom the previous afternoon to say he'd not be home that night.

"Where will you stay?"

"With a women who's a little older than me."

His mom was on to him. "That new widow Merle Chapman. I heard she was back home."

"How the fuck did you know it was her mom?"

His mom had snapped, "Michael Jones, don't you dare talk to me like that" and she cut the call.

Next morning when he was dressing for work his mom stood in the doorway, arms folded. "Well?"

"I'm sorry for speaking to you impolitely on the phone."

"No not that. Is it Merle?"

He beamed, nodding.

"Oh Mike I'm so happy. She's an amazingly lovely young woman."

"But perhaps past child-bearing age."

"That doesn't matter. You two can adopt."

"M-mom. There's no commitment between us yet. We are just getting to know one another."

"With Merle being a widow and you being such a charming guy and with good manly development she'd have to be mad not to commit to you Mike."

Manly development? Mike left for the bus stop shaking his head and grinning. That was his mom speaking in code. He wondered if women her age used the coarser version of those words were they got together and nattered, often erupting into laughter.

Mid-morning after talking on the phone to Merle, Mike had a thought: Why not ask his mom to invite Merle to dinner that evening. He took another call and then found another call waiting so took that.

"Hi it's Merle. Your mom has just called asking me to dinner tonight."

"That's good. And?"

"I accepted of course."

"I'll walk along to your house at 7:00 to collect you."

"Thank you my gallant man. Oh the person who answered the phone asked whether I wanted Mike Jones in sales or Mike Jones the chief administration officers. Have you been promoted?"

"Yes. I was intending to tell you but we haven't had much talking time together."

"Well stay with me tonight to, er, talk. I'm ready to vacate here and would like to know where you'd like to live."

"It would have to be a rental because if you recall, I was left almost penniless by my divorce and my extravagant ex-wife."

"Well I'm rolling in money so think very upmarket."

"But you have sold your property yet?"

"But I have heaps of money. My late husband handed me money to invest when we married and there will be heaps more coming from his estate when that's wound up. A million goes to his daughter and I inherit the rest. Also he had his life insured against accidental death in my name so I'm getting really big money from that. Marry me and you may have half of everything."

"Merle you can't do that. That's been reckless with your assets."

"On yeah. Michael Jones my bus stop man. We certainly do have to talk. I better let you go; bye.

Mr Bus Stop Man looked out of his office window, half dazed.

THE END



Bus Stop Blowjob



I was returning home from spring break. Some friends hurriedly dropped me off at the bus station in the middle of northern New Jersey, anxious to get back to the party they just left. I was a little drunk and stoned, and realized, after checking the posted bus schedule in the semi-darkness, that I really screwed up. The bus wasn't due for another two hours.

Not much to do here for the next two hours, I thought as I paced around in front of the building. I rounded the corner and was startled to find a man standing at the side of the building. In my surprise I said hello and asked him if he was waiting for the bus too. To my relief, he spoke in a friendly tone, explaining that he made a mistake on the schedule too, and introduced himself as John. He was much taller than me, and very muscular and somewhat intimidating. Definitely from the other side of the tracks.

We chatted for a while and then he asked me if I wanted to smoke some pot with him. I said sure and we sat down on some crates and he fired up a nice sized joint. I felt much more comfortable now.

After giggling and relaxing a bit he suddenly announced that pot made him very horny. He told me that when he was in jail he used to get this one guy stoned and then he would suck his cock for hours. This shocked and scared the hell out of me. I didn't know anyone who had ever been in jail, much less had another guy suck his cock! I was grateful for the darkness as I felt myself blushing from what I just heard. I was still thinking about what he just said when he stood up in front of me and started unzipping his jeans. He reached in and pulled out his cock and said "why don't you suck this?" I was in complete shock. His cock was huge, and it wasn't even hard. My first thought was that I couldn't imagine anyone being able to get something that size in their mouth. He stepped closer. I was still sitting on the crate with by back to the wall. I had nowhere to go and no time to think, I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

The head of his cock slipped into my mouth without any effort at all. It felt firm, but smooth and soft with a slightly salty taste. I was just as surprised to find myself exploring it with my tongue, swirling it around the head and the silky foreskin. Every little detail of his cock felt wonderful. As I caressed it with my tongue I could feel it get harder in my mouth, somehow encouraging my to do more and more. I could feel my mouth getting wetter and my own cock getting harder by the minute. I started to bob my head automatically, taking a little more of it into my mouth with each stroke. My lips wrapped around the shaft tenderly, wanting more of it, even though it was still getting harder as I sucked. The more it filled my mouth the better I felt; It excited me, calmed me, and fulfilled me all at the same time.

I would never have guessed that sucking another man's cock would be like this! The more I gave in to pleasing it, the more pleasure it returned to me. With every moment it became more natural and effortless. After just a few minutes I was completely relaxed and able to take the whole shaft down my throat until my face was buried in his jeans. The feeling of going from having my lips gently hold the head of his cock to sliding it all the way down my open throat made me feel really good. I actually felt proud of being able to take it all!

By now I had settled into a regular rhythm. All other thoughts, fears, and inhibitions left me. I felt as though I had surrendered myself to his cock. I felt sure that at that moment the only thing that mattered was pleasing, making my mouth the perfect place for it. It seemed to speak to me in a magical way; encouraging me, showing me how much I pleased it with it's ever growing hardness, comforting me and making me feel good about what I was doing. And the head of his cock felt perfect nestled in the back of my throat.

I felt like I could have gone on forever like that, but suddenly he held my head in both his strong hands and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He explained that he wasn't in a hurry, and he wanted me to just look at his cock for a while. Well, I couldn't take my eyes off it! It was magnificent, standing out straight and strong, thick and covered with veins. Foreskin draped beautifully just over the head of his cock. It was mouthwatering, glistening in the dim streetlight.

He unfastened the waistband of his jeans and let them fall. His cock seemed even more magnificent now. His balls were big and heavy, and I was dying to hold them in my hand. He instructed me to touch his cock and balls. I promptly ran my fingers along the shaft, delighted to see it jump with pleasure. I ran my fingers down the sides of his balls but I just couldn't stand having his cock that close to my face and not having my mouth on it. I got down on my knees in front of it and started covering the underside of his shaft with kisses and little licks as I continued to play with his balls. His big heavy balls more than filled my hand, and I tenderly licked and kissed them too. I could feel his cock brush against my face; the heat and mass of it continually reminded me of how good it felt when it filled my mouth. I continued kissing it up and down both sides and rubbing my lips along its length. I loved doing this, but I was feeling an overwhelming desire to suck coming over me.

I positioned myself to take it into my mouth again but he stopped me by putting a hand on top of my head. He started stroking his cock with the other hand so that the tip of it just brushed against my lips. Just fifteen minutes ago he had to stick it in my mouth, now he had to hold me away! He teased me like this for what seemed like forever.

He insisted I tell him how bad I wanted to suck his cock. At first I choked on the words, but when I finally confessed out loud how badly I wanted it back in my mouth it helped me realize just how much I needed it. He called me a cocksucker over and over, the word stung as it echoed in my mind. He was right again, I thought. I was a cocksucker and I needed to please. He told me that he was going to fuck my mouth until he came, but he wanted me to promise him that I would swallow his whole load before he would let me suck him again. He explained that good cocksuckers are always eager to swallow cum.

This had all happened so fast I hadn't even thought about being able to make him cum with my mouth, but just like sucking cock, it seemed completely natural. Once I started thinking about it I couldn't get it out of my head. I did so want to be a good cocksucker. I promised him out loud that I would swallow every drop, although I would have done just about anything to have his glistening cock back in my mouth at that point.

Feeling the head of that cock part my lips, slide down my tongue, and stretch the back of my throat put me right back in a trance with the first stroke. I was thrilled by the way he just took complete control of me. I was reassured by the way he held my head in his hands. It helped me relax and hold my throat wide open for him. He started out really slow, with long deep strokes. I was totally focused on the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of my throat and his balls slapping against my chin. His cock got harder and harder with every stroke and all I could do was hold it tightly with my lips and do the best I could with my tongue. I wanted so bad for my mouth to be perfect place for his dick. I didn't just want him to com, I wanted him to cum because of the way I was a good cocksucker.

In just a few more strokes I heard him moan as he pulled my head tightly against him. His hips bucked slightly and the swollen head of is cock nestled in the back of my throat. Then it happened. His whole cock twitched and I could feel a huge gush of his cum hit the back of my throat and flow into me. I hungrily gulped and kept sucking until it stopped cumming. That moment was glorious. I felt as if I had been more rewarded for all my efforts!

I wanted to continue sucking, but he suddenly withdrew and flipped his dick into his jeans. I snapped out of my trance when he pointed out that the bus was coming. I was still in a bit of a daze as I stood up and called out, asking him if he was taking this bus. He began walking away, explaining that he only came there to have his cock sucked.

I was still trembling with excitement when I got on the bus. It seemed like the whole thing was a dream, except for the taste of cum in my mouth. I liked being a cocksucker!



Bus Stop Girl



Todd sat at the bus stop and felt extremely pissed off. He had missed the bus again. God damn. He didn’t know how much more of this bus crap he had to take. Maybe he’d even attempt to learn how to drive. His mom had offered to buy the car for him but he hadn’t had the energy to study his driver’s book to get his L. 

“Hey, do you have the time?” A girl asked sitting beside Todd. Todd looked up and stared. He could help stare. The girl was cute as hell. Her eyes were a bright blue and she had streaked blond hair. She was slim but Todd couldn’t help noticing her round full breasts beneath her tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. 

“Ooh yeah. It’s 12:35. If you wanted to catch the bus, you just missed it.” Todd said. The girl sighed and sat down beside Todd on the bus stop bench. Todd wondered if God was teasing him. With his luck, God was just dangling this chick right in front of his face just to attempt to make a fool out of him so he could laugh at him. 

“So, where are you off to?” The girl asked. Todd leaned back and looked up at the sky. “The mall. I’m supposed to meet my friends there right now.” 

“That’s cool. Me too.” The girl giggled coyfully. “I forgot something at my friend’s and I figured this was a good excuse to buy another one.” 

Todd looked at her out of the corner of his eyes with an interesting look. “What are you going to buy?” 

The girl blinked her eyes innocently at him. “Well… I suppose La Senza or La Vie en Rose would be a good place to go to buy it.” 

Todd tried hard not to smile to show his interest. He felt bold. “You still didn’t answer my question.” 

The girl giggled again. “Well…” She looked around on the busy street as if she was contemplating something. Todd wondered what it was. 

The girl put her finger on her bottom lip and shushed him. “You have to promise not to say anything.” Todd looked into her blue eyes, they were so very blue, and nodded slowly. 

“I swear.” He said. The girl gave him a sly look and took his hand. “Come with me.” 

I’m going to miss my bus, Todd thought as he let the girl pull him off the bus stop bench. He suddenly didn’t care. 

Todd watched the girl’s butt bounce as they jogged down the street. He wasn’t the type to notice butts all the time, but there was something about the one that this girl had that got to him. It bounced… a lot, and yet it looked firm… Perverted thoughts, stop the pervert thoughts, Todd thought quickly. The girl pulled him into the forest. “Hmm...” Todd trailed off. The girl’s eyes were perky and she turned to look back at him. She smiled but said nothing. They walked off the trail and Todd followed her. He had no idea what was going to happen but he was curious. He was very curious. I’m a bad little boy.

The girl stopped suddenly as she found a little clearing. Todd realized he didn’t even know her name. He wondered if he should point that out. The girl turned and walked slowly towards him. 

“You know… I accidentally forgot my…” She went up close to him and pressed her body lightly against his. Todd could feel her breasts push against his chest and smelt a light sweet perfume on her. She put one hand around his waist and the other traced his cheek. She looked down and Todd followed his gaze. He didn’t realized how far down her shirt he could see from where he was. 

“I forgot my bra.” She whispered. She kissed him lightly on the lips. Todd didn’t know what to do. He was expecting this, but not, at the same time. 

“Who was your friend?” He mumbled. He was starting to have trouble concentrating with her being so close. 

“A friend… her name was Shelly.” The girl laughed softly. “We decided to try something new.” 

“Interesting.” Todd said looking at her. 

“Very.” The girl trailed off. She took one of Todd’s hands and led it to her lower back. She guided his hand from the top of her butt to the bottom and back to the top again. It was so nice and round. 
”I forgot something else too.” She said with innocent eyes. She turned around and faced away from him. She slowly unzipped her short skirt. She looked over her shoulder and pouted. “See?”

Todd couldn’t believe this was happening. No way in hell was this happening. The girl turned around with only her tank top and heels on. Todd felt like he was dying. He couldn’t help zoning his eyes on one part. A part that was clean-shaven and so beautiful. Todd sucked in a quick breath. He took a step closer to her. The girl looked down at the ground suddenly seeming shy. She made her way slowly towards Todd. She kissed him with her soft lips once, then once again. Todd put his hands gently on her waist and kissed her back. She trembled under his touch and stepped in closer towards him. Their bodies touched and she pressed her body against his. He kissed her, opening her mouth with his tongue. First, shy with each other, but soon, they made light touches, then the kisses getting deeper and stronger. Todd didn’t know if he should touch her anywhere, he didn’t know if he would offend her, get her pissed off, God, he wouldn’t want that. God better not be making fun of him now. 

“Don’t be shy,” the girl whispered as she pulled away from their kiss. She put her arms around Todd and started pulling off his shirt. Todd raised his arms and slightly helped her. He congratulated himself on doing sit ups every morning. The girl marvelled at his body. 

“Whoa…” She breathed. Todd ran his hand down the waist of the girl and gripped the end of her tank top. Without asking, he took it off of her. She helped him with a sly smile on her face. Todd raised his hand and felt the soft curvature of her breast. Soft, yet firm… just like the way he had thought of her butt. He wondered what those felt like. He had a feeling he would find out very soon. She breathed out slowly as his hands starting feeling her breasts harder, but still gentle. She slowly lowered herself to the small patch of grass on the ground and rolled her head back. She leaned back on her arms. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. Todd knelt by her and put his hand in her soft hair. He gently cradled her head as he kissed her again.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered into her ear. The girl started to unbuckle his belt quickly and tugged his jeans down. 

“I want you,” she whispered back as Todd pulled his jeans off.

“Same here,” He said softly, bringing his hand down. He touched her inner lips below her and found them to be warm and wet. He stroked her gently, teasing her. He inserted two fingers into her and her muscles tightened beneath his hand. He kissed her hard on the lips and slowly lowered himself down. He licked the sweetness from between her legs and sucked gently on her clit. She whimpered slightly. He slid his fingers in and out of her again as he watched her. 

“Am I hurting you?” He asked. The girl shook her head and groaned slightly as he began going faster. He licked the outer lips of her vagina. He pushed his tongue into her and his mouth was filled with a mellow sweetness. He licked the inner walls of her vagina, feeling all around with his tongue. The girl groaned again. Todd, felt himself aching for her, wanting him to be in her. He pulled his face away from her and started stroking her with his fingers again. He pulled himself towards her face but did not stop his fingers. 

“Condom?” He breathed in her ear. The girl shook her head, tousling her blond hair. 

“I’m safe,” she said pulling him towards her. She nibbled lightly on his bottom lip and gave him a little smile. One of his hands was tracing the shape of her body as he lowered his body atop of hers. He pulled his fingers out and pushed himself in her gently to not hurt her. She gasped and lay back clenching the grass. He took in a sharp breath as he felt instant warmth from being in her. He started moving in and out of her and she spread her legs wider. She kissed him fully on the mouth and their tongues overlapped each other. Grasping his back tightly, she started moving in motion with him. He slowed himself down, trying to lengthen the pleasure as began to sweat. She moaned and tightened her legs around his body. Todd began to feel more aroused and thrust himself faster into her. The girl tried to breathe as her breath caught in her throat. He could feel her heart beat hard against his chest. He felt like he was going to burst. Burst was not even close to what he was looking for. He was in extreme ecstasy. Todd held her now sweaty body against his as he pushed in and out of her. They drove faster and faster, rising to a climax, and the girl arched her back. Todd felt himself pulse and he finally let go. He exploded in her and he felt her wetness spray a split second later. The girl let out a loud moan and slumped down to the ground breathing loudly. 

“Oh god,” she groaned clinging tightly to his body.

“Yeah…” Todd trailed off. They both lay close to each other, breathing hard. Todd could smell her sweet perfume waft into his nose and turned towards her. He leaned down and kissed the nipple closest to him, letting his tongue roll over it, and feeling it slowly harden again. She breathed out through her mouth as he sucked on it gently. He then, moved to the other nipple, and did the same. 

She gently pushed him to the side of her and crawled onto him. Todd ran his thumbs over the girl’s hard nipples. He pinched them and the girl breathed out slowly. She kissed him lightly on his chin. She gave him kisses on his chest slowly making her way down lower. Todd lay back as she reached his penis that had gotten hard again. She kissed the head and licked it lightly. She ran her tongue down the shaft and around as if she was licking an ice-cream cone. She teased him like he had teased her. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked lightly. Then she slid down slowly, inserting his whole penis into her mouth and partially down her throat. Todd tightened his fists wishing for something to hold. He let out a little groan as the girl starting to stroke him at the same rhythm as her mouth. She tightened her grip and mouth as she started going faster. Todd leaned forward and massaged her breasts. He tried not to grip them too hard as she sucked hard on the head of his penis and stroked him hard. She let go and started going faster and faster, his penis coated and wet, getting full sensation of her motions. His body stiffened as he felt himself build up. He held her head down. His cum shot out and she let the liquid fill her mouth. She sucked the last bit off lightly and slowly sat up. She tilted her head back and swallowed. She licked her lips and fell onto him. 

“God…” she whispered. 

“Yeah…” Todd trailed off. He felt like his heart was beating hard in his head. He could feel her body shaking beneath his hand. Or was it him? The girl crawled and lay beside him and took his hand. She let it glide across her collarbone then let it rest on her right breast. He trailed his finger lightly, feeling its gently slope, but making no move towards her. They lay, listening to the sound of the birds on the forest. 

Todd, turned his head to look at the girl. Her eyes were closed, and her face was filled with a delicate peace. 

“What is your name?” He asked her. The girl turned to him and opened her eyes. She smiled. 

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” She said. Todd looked into her eyes. He couldn’t help being struck every time by the brightness of its colour. 

“Hmm..” he said. She was going to leave him. Damn you god.

Then the eyes, the eyes that had struck him first, suddenly became familiar. He blinked. The girl watched him quietly. Dream? Old old friend?

“I don’t know you,” Todd said slowly. She coaxed to come closer to her. She put her mouth right up against his ear. Todd, found himself growing hard again with this. The girl giggled, feeling his penis touch her lightly.

She must think I’m horny all the time, Todd groaned inside. He was also annoyed with the fact that he wanted to screw her again. It made him look like an easy lay. Not that he would complain if they did. HELL NO would he complain.  

“What?” He said suddenly, realizing she was whispering something to him. 

“It’s Mia.” She said. Todd gave her a blank look. 

“I don’t know you.” He said. The girl laughed a little. 

“No, no you don’t.” She propped her arm onto her elbow and leaned against her hand. “But you can get to know me.” 

“What are you saying?” Todd said. 

“You… and me? I can introduce you to Shelly too.” 

Todd laughed in disbelief. He couldn’t believe what was happening. 

“Good first impression you gave me there.” He said dryly. 

“I thought you were cute.” She said loftily. The girl was spunky. He had to be smooth.

“Sure,” He said. I am cool. 

The girl smiled. She gave his penis a little squeeze. She flickered her eyes down then up to him again. 

“Are you up for it?” 

Todd snickered and gestured towards himself. “How can you tell?”

“Good point,” she mused.

“You swear we haven’t met before,” Todd asked, making sure. He was damn sure he knew her from somewhere. 

The girl grinned and lowered herself down towards his erect penis. 

“April issue this year. Pg.15. New talent.” She giggled, just before enveloping her mouth around him. HAH. He knew those eyes were familiar. Even in the magazine, she was the one that struck him the most. He even read the article on her. His friend had once told him it was the articles that were important. That thought flew her mouth started working on him. He groaned. A sudden thought struck him. 

His friends were waiting for him at the mall. They would never believe his excuse. Never. Another thought struck him. 

He wondered what it would be like to have both Mia and Shelly? 

He was smooth. He could work it out. 

Sept.12/2002 



Bus Stop Girl



It was a busy day at the small bookstore as Nanci was trying to close up. Only one last customer and she would be able to gather her things and meet up with her friend Tina for the evening she had been looking forward to. She was running late, which was nothing new for the young manager. Though she had many responsibilities, Nanci had spent most of the day only thinking of the possibilities of tonight.

As the last customers came to her register, she noticed what an attractive couple they were. A very distinguished and handsome gentleman and a young beautiful and quite exotic looking woman. They were buying the full set of the new 50 Shades of Grey series. A sizable purchase in deed.

Being an avid reader herself, Nanci knew well of what the books entailed and wondered if they would enjoy them as much as she had. She had read many books of romance, eroticism and even of BDSM, but had never had any real experience. Few would have guessed that she, being so conservative in appearance and mannerism, would embrace such wild fantasy and kinky sexuality.

At last she was done with her responsibilities at the bookstore and locked up for the night. Now she was off to a rare evening of adventure. Her friend Tina was due to pick her up in half an hour. They were to meet up with some local boys from the neighborhood. She was especially excited to see Tommy Ross, a high school heartthrob whom she had a crush on for some time. Tommy was handsome and athletic but usually dated girls with very large breasts and very small intellects. Neither of which Nanci could offer, but tonight would be different. She had heard Tommy had recently broke up with his girlfriend and was on the rebound and could be vulnerable. This was her chance. Tonight she would reveal her burning desire and wild nasty side to him. Nanci was not a virgin, but her few experiences were less than memorable..

This was the night she had been waiting for. The chance to fuck Tommy like he had never been fucked before. She had many fantasies involving Tom. She had even purchased a lacy pair of crotchless red panties and matching push up bra which made her small breasts seem bigger and the sexy panties exposed her delicate vagina, which was carefully trimmed and perfumed to entice young Tommy boy.

After nervously waiting for her friend to pick her up, she began to wonder why Tina was so late. For nearly an hour she waited. This is not how she had envisioned this special evening she thought, as it started to rain heavily. She called Tina's cell. No answer. She tried again and again until finally she answered. "Hello Tina, where the hell are you?" She asked. By the sound of her slurred words and the music, glasses and laughter in the background she could tell Tina was drinking. Nanci was stunned and the heartbroken when she heard what sounded like Tommy's voice in the background telling her to hang up. Tina's excuse was total bullshit saying she was not feeling well and would not be able to pick her up. As Tina hung up, quietly saying she was really sorry, her giggles indicated otherwise. Nanci stood there in the cold rain holding the phone and wondering what the fuck had just happened.

The rain continued falling and Nanci was now soaking wet. She had been betrayed by her friend and she was furious. Now what the fuck was she to do? She had no other plans for the night and no way home! She began to walk toward a nearby bus stop. It was late and she hoped she could catch the last bus to her small apartment, located on the far side of town. As she walked, the last bus passed her, splashing her as it rolled by. She reached the bus stop and was trying to call a taxi when her phone slipped from her cold fingers, landing in a puddle. That was the final straw- F-U-C-K IT! She screamed, as the night seemed to be going from bad to worse. She began sobbing at how her friend had screwed her over. At how she had made such an effort to prepare herself for Tommy. How she had foolishly spent way too much on that sexy lingerie just for him and how her plan to fuck his brains out were now as useless as her wet cell phone.

A few moments later, a dark sedan pulled up. It was a beautiful Jaguar VandenPlas with tinted windows and shiny chrome accents which sparkled in the night. The black window rolled down and a woman's sultry voice asked if she was alright. She realized it was the couple from the bookstore. Nanci regained her composure enough to say she was fine and ask if they could call her a taxi.

"Nonsense Sweety, hop in, we can give you a lift" she said as she opened the door. Nanci paused, then climbed in. "Thank you so much" she said. "I remember you from my bookstore earlier this evening".

"Oh yes, you were the lovely young lady who helped us find those wonderful books" the woman said smiling warmly. "My name is Alexis and this is my...'friend' Richard. What's your name?

"Nanci Jones" she replied humbly.

"So Nanci, where are you going? And what may I ask are you doing out so late on such a frightful night?"

"My friends stranded me" she said disappointedly.

"You need some new friends sweety. With this terrible rain, we nearly missed you on our way home. You look like a wet kitten, soaked to the bone." Alexis said, smiling over her shoulder.

Nanci replied, "My place is out past Hillshire Avenue". 

She began to noticed how warm and luxurious the interior of the car was as it quietly glided down the dark highway. The supple soft leather seats, the sweet and spicy combination of his cologne and her perfume. The rhythm of the windshield wipers and the raindrops, the soft music had a hypnotic effect on her. 

She recalled the books they had purchased earlier and thoughts of a kinky scene between them stirred something deep inside her. She began to feel a warm slippery tingling sensation between her legs and remembered the sexy lingerie she was wearing beneath her wet clothes.

Private whispers between the couple drifted into the backseat as they drove into the night. The rage and heartbreak she had felt earlier seemed to fade as they continued out of town.

"We are happy to take you home, Nanci, but will need to stop by the house on our way- if that's okay?" Alexis asked.

"That would be fine" said Nanci, being grateful for the ride. "I'm really in no big hurry"

The sedan turned off the main highway towards the exclusive neighborhood of Esquire Estates, an area Nanci had heard of, but had never actually visited. They arrived at the gated entrance as Richard pressed a button on the visor to open the large iron gates. Their driveway was long and twisting, lined with well manicured trees and Nanci could tell it was would likely be a large and very elegant home.

They pulled up to the main entrance of a grand estate. Large white pillars and beautifully ornate doors were framed by ivy. Circular white steps led upward and everything was beautifully illuminated in the rainy darkness.

"It should only be few minutes sweetheart, won't you come in with us? There's something we'd like to show you" said Alexis as she open the door of the sedan.

Nanci joined them at the entrance of the impressive residence, feeling as if they were about to enter some stately manor or sacred temple. As the large front doors opened Nanci was surprised at the beauty and warmth of such a grand foyer. Though it was well furnished in both fine style and stature, she sensed a peaceful elegance and comfort in spite of it being so sophisticated which was unfamiliar to her conservative upbringing.

Alexis took her hand and lead her down a hallway into the study. "This is something I thought you could really appreciate" motioning towards the library. It contained hundreds and hundreds of beautiful books on large walnut shelves and paneled walls. A beautiful fireplace filled most of the main wall of the study where there was a bright fire going. It lit the room with a golden light, flickering and filling the room with a warm glow.

"Since you worked in a bookstore, we thought you would appreciate this as much as we do" said Alexis in a whispered tone. "It's one our favorite places in the house". Richard added, "its our private collection, so many wonderful stories.

Do you have any favorites Nanci? " He asked softly. 

"Well, I do like the classics, like ... um, Shakespeare." She replied, as if awaiting his approval. "I do too" Alexis said reassuringly as she removed a large red leather bound volume of the Complete illustrated works of William Shakespeare. "Come here and look at this" motioning Nanci to join her on an oversized chair facing the fire.

"We should have a brandy, just to take the chill off" Alexis stated factually. "Richard darling, would you get us some of that wonderful Lois XIII brandy? "Would you like one Nanci? It is the very best".

"Oh yes, that sounds wonderful" she replied, hoping it would help shake off the chill from her wet clothes and the emotional pangs of Tina's betrayal. "Please make mine a double!" She added with a slight smile.

As they open the elegant book and savored the brandy, Nanci shivered from her damp clothes which were now just cold, wet and uncomfortable. "Richard would you be a dear and bring a towel and my robe for our guest?" She said. Nanci smiled agreeably and swallowed the remaining brandy, which warms her wonderfully and makes her yearn for another -which Alexis is already pouring for her.

As the brandy and firelight bring about a heady and warm fuzzy feeling, Alexis says "Darling, we will need to get those clothes dry before you catch pneumonia. Here you go, now put this on". As she hands Nanci a towel, a red silk robe and another brandy.

Alexis leads her by the hand to a washroom down the hall. There she helps remove Nanci's soaking wet clothing and her shoes and wet socks. They giggle as Alexis wrings out the socks, the wetness dripping into the sink. Then comments on how beautiful her lacy bra and panties are. Nanci is gracious and bashfully decides to keep them on.

She had always been thin and despite her 21 years of hoping that one day she would develop more womanly curves and features, she remained trim and somewhat boyish in appearance. She did, however have a small, but well rounded and feminine bottom which along with her long blonde hair helped avoid the awkward occurrence of being mistaken for a boy. 

Tonight, wrapped in Alexis's beautiful silk robe, sexy lace panties and matching push-up bra she felt like a real woman. Perhaps it was the brandy which shifted her attitude, but she had nothing better in mind than this very moment. Her heart began to pound at the thought of what could happen later tonight. She felt a tinge of insecurity and quickly finished the remaining brandy as she returned to the study.

Richard was seated in the big chair smoking a pipe, which smelled of cherry tobacco. A smell which she was fond of. Her favorite Uncle had smoked a pipe and it somehow comforted her as she settled onto the couch. 

Smoke rings floated into the fire as another brandy was poured. Thoughts of her uncle stirred fond memories of her first experiences of being seen and treated as a woman stirred a warm tingling between her legs.

"Where is Alexis" She asked. Richard smiled and said "she is drying your clothes, but will be returning shortly". 

"So Nanci, how do you like the brandy?" He asked. "It is so smooth and flavorful because it is aged for over 50 years in a castle somewhere in France... Nothing but the very best for our special guest" he stated in a subtle British accent. 

He obviously had come from a very wealthy family and enjoyed the finer things in life. Nancy noticed his warm smile and bright blue eyes as he spoke to her in the flickering firelight. She found him to be very handsome and distinguished gentleman in his mid 50s. His thick head of hair was accented by streaks of grey on the sides and he was was well groomed. His perfectly trimmed beard was dark and quite flattering to his features. His eyes had a certain sparkle, like a young boy about to get into something he shouldn't. Very attractive..she thought, for an older man. She could see why a such a beautiful and much younger woman like Alexis would choose Richard, or had he chosen her?

Alexis was an amazingly beautiful woman, dark haired, shapely and statuesque with a dark, smoky voice with a slightly exotic accent. Her feminine body was everything Nanci had always want to be. Beautiful and charming, yet approachable and her sensuality was subtle but undeniable. Nanci could not decide who chose who, but it really didn't matter because tonight they had both chosen her. She could feel it. Sensing something moving behind the scenes... Something warm and sticky and sweet...

Just as her thoughts cleared, the doors to the study swung open and there stood Alexis, a silhouette of feminine strength and beauty. The golden glow of the fire was enough to see she was no longer dressed in the elegant white blouse and mid length skirt she had worn earlier. She had changed, transformed into something unreal, some character from the pages of the erotic books Nanci had read. 

A vixen of supreme style, sexuality and authority. Dressed in black and red, her full breasts and classic hour glass figure was accentuated by a shiny corset. Her long black hair gracefully pulled up into a sort of beehive style. A spiked choker completed her ensemble. There she was, a true Dominatrix!

Nanci had never actually seen a real Dom, only viewed pictures on the Internet and in a porno magazine at her Uncles, but this was different. She was so real and intimidatingly beautiful. 

Nanci was in awe as her heart dropped then returned racing in her chest she gasped, then sighed as the warm slippery feeling between her legs began to saturate her sexy panties. She felt a little dreamy as a wave of chills and goosebumps pleasantly rolled up and down her body.

She gazed in awe and wonder at Alexis. From the pointed tips of her patent leather stiletto boots fitted mid thigh, up her long legs of fishnet stockings, G-string panties and a tight red and black corset. Her round breasts overflowed the top of the leather corset. In one gloved hand she held a spiked dog collar with a chain that sparkled in the warm light of the fire. In the other, a riding crop.

Alexis was stylish and powerful, perfect as ever a woman could be. Mistress Alex had come to her!

As she slowly and elegantly entered the study, she closed and locked the double doors behind her. Nanci took a deep breath, knowing this night would be unlike anything she could have ever imagined.

BUS STOP GIRL - Part 2

Time seemed to stop as the Alexis entered the study slowly closing and locking the doors behind her. The distinct sound of the doors being so deliberately locked hung in the air, sending chills down the back of young Nanci Jones. The sensation of goosebumps and the silky robe sliding over her skin was an exquisite combination. She felt her nipples tingle, erect with anticipation as she gazed upon an image of unknown desire. She then looked over at Richard, with her bright eyes, looking like a 'deer in the headlights'. 

He was still seated in the big chair smoking a pipe. He slowly nodded as blue smoke circled his face and he smiled devilishly. For a moment her heart skipped, she felt a twinge of fear that something bad could happen, after all, she really knew nothing of the couple and no one actually knew where she was. But as her gaze returned to Alexis, the fears were replaced with wonder and excitement. A warm and wicked smile crept across the face of her beautiful master. In that moment she felt safe and wanted.

The Mistress moved towards her. Her intentions were clear and Alexis's focus was entirely on her as she approached the couch where Nanci was curled up. The luxurious robe caressed her in a most sensual manner, the dark red fabric complimenting her porcelain skin and matching her new lingerie perfectly. The way it wrapped her girlish curves made her feel sexy and desirable. As sensuous as she ever remembered feeling.

As Alexis stood over her, staring deeply into her eyes - into her very soul, Nanci's heart began to race and entire body felt kind of fuzzy and weak. She paused, confused, not knowing what to say or do. It was only a few seconds, but seemed like an awkward eternity.

Suddenly Alexis grabbed her by the hair and violently threw her to to floor! Nanci was stunned by her brutality and slowly tried to crawl away. Alexis firmly placed a boot on her back, holding her down as she again reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up to her knees. Looking up at Alexis, she felt small and powerless. Her eyes began to tear up as fear again entered her thoughts. "Please don't hurt me" she pleaded.

Without saying a word Alexis slowly lifted Nanci's face upwards and smiled warmly....then her lip snarled as she ferociously slapped her across the face, knocking her down again. This time she stayed down and began to whimper. 

Alexis slowly walked around the her, a heap of red silk and blonde hair strewn on the floor. She bent down affectionately to lift Nanci up to a kneeling position. She then gently stroked the tussled hair back from her teary eyes. Carefully placing the dog collar around her neck, pulling it snugly and then locking it in place.

"There- there Little one", she said comfortingly patting the top of Nanci's head. Her tone then changed sharply."Now you will do what is say, WHATEVER I say, without question - when you do, you will rewarded, disobey and you will be punished. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She asked sternly.

Nanci nodded in agreement and lowered her head in both fear and respect.

"Now stand up" she said as she tugged upwards on the leash. Nanci rose slowly and cautiously. "Now take off that robe," she commanded. Nanci slowly untied the robe which had so gently been placed upon her and let it fall open. As it glided from her body, she felt the slippery softness drop to her feet with a whoosh. Standing there, wearing only the leather dog collar, her red bra and panties, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but also a odd sense of excitement and inexplicable freedom.

"Now my pet, you will walk with me" she said. As Nanci took a step forward Alexis snapped her ass with the riding crop, making a cracking sound and leaving a red strip across her petite bottom. "My pets walk down on all fours" she said, her gloved finger pointing to the ground. Nanci dropped to the floor and looked up at Alexis sheepishly.

"Now you can walk with me" she said pleasantly. 

They strolled about, pausing occasionally to display Nanci's taught young body in the glowing firelight. The shadows emphasized her curves, the dramatic contrast as they moved around the dimly lit room. Crack! Sounded the riding crop again on Nanci's bare bottom - teaching her to sit like a dog whenever her master stopped. This continued as they walked around the room. Nanci's round bottom swaying as she crawled along side her Master. It was her pet training or perhaps simply for the amusement of Richard, who was still sitting in the big chair.

As Alexis paused, then sat on the couch, she instructed her new pet to assume the 'footrest' position in front of her. Nanci was a quick study and knew to remain on all fours bowing down so her master could put her feet up on her. She was facing the big chair as Alexis reclined, placing her patent leather boots upon Nanci, delighted with her new pet.

Richard quietly watched with amusement as Alexis began grinding her stiletto heels into the tender flesh of her young plaything. Nanci winced at the discomfort of the sharp heels, but did not make a sound. She knew any noise would bring on the sting of the crop. The restraint impressed her master who removed one heel and began to insert the pointy toe of her shiny boot into Nanci's exposed rear end. The crotchless panties allowed the leather tip inside of her moist pussy. A moan escaped Nanci's lips as waves of unfamiliar pleasure began to flow inside her. 




Bus Stop Girl



Amused by this, Alexis instructed her to turn her ass towards the couch and put her chest and face on the floor. Then to reach back and spread her ass wide open. Nanci willingly complied. The smooth marble floor felt cool and somehow comforting on her face and sensitive nipples.

Once she settled into this position, Alexis was thrilled by the exposed view of Nanci's round ass with pronounced red stripes across both cheeks from her painful lessons. Her delicate pussy shown thru the sheer red lace and she could see it was well trimmed, pink and swollen. Obviously well lubricated by the glistening juices which now moistened the tip of Alexis's boot.

"You are such a good little pet, would you like your reward?" She asked.

"Yes I would" Nanci replied.

Crack! The crop came down hard between her ass cheeks, landing on the center of the lacy panties - her sensitive little butthole puckered. Nanci squealed and a warm tingling crept out from between her legs.

"Madame is how you will address me" she said scornfully.

"Yes Madame... I would like my reward" restated Nanci.

Very gently, Alexis returned the pointed tip of her boot into Nanci's wet pussy. Pushing it into her again and again, fucking her slow and deep. Deeper than she had ever been fucked before. The boot was now nearly halfway inside of her swollen pink hole. Nanci was overcome with the pleasurable feeling of being used in this way. Her little young pussy being stretched and filled by her master. She began to rock back and forth, grinding, panting and moaning in pre-orgasm.

Crack! The crop came down across her upper thigh. "You don't cum unless I tell you to cum, do you understand? I'm not done with you - my little bitch! Alexis shouted.

"Yes Madame " replies Nanci, still hovering on orgasm.

As Alexis continues driving her boot deeply into her quivering slit, Nanci turns her face and opens her eyes to see Richard still sitting in the big chair, watching feverishly. A huge cock in his hand which was now nearly erect. He was enjoying each moment with bright eyes and a wicked smile. 

Nanci was shocked at the size of his dick. Nearly as big around as his forearm and almost as long! "Wow!" she uttered in amazement at the extraordinary sight of Richards huge cock. She had not see many, but his was almost unbelievable!

Hearing Nanci's comment and noticing her looking at Richard, Alexis was displeased with her plaything's distraction by her handsome friend. This was disrespectful of her attention, so she tugged sharply on the leash followed by a swift crack on the ass with the riding crop as she removed her boot from between Nanci's legs.

"So, bitch, you like to look at Richard while I give you my attention? She asks, obviously annoyed. "He can have you only if - and when you've proven your worthiness to me!

"Now put this on." She says, throwing a heavy leather blindfold on the floor. "If I catch you peeking, you will be punished harshly " she announces as Nanci places the blindfold over her eyes and then returns to the doggie position.

Alexis caresses the beautiful ass spread before her, praising her pet and savoring the way the golden firelight dances over the gentle curves of her firm young ass. Pulling down the red panties, she can now see they are crotchless. Perhaps this young lady may not be as innocent as she had first thought.

"Now i know why I admired your lingerie", she says. "Red crotchless panties? Hmmm? You little -fucking- whore... I know how to treat your kind." 

Once again she inserted the shiny black boot into Nanci's wet open pussy- but not as gently as the first time."Now I want you relax and enjoy this" says Alexis as she places the leather tip of the riding crop on the puckered pink ring of Nanci's exposed asshole. She begins to flick it back and forth as her boot slides in and out of the glistening pussy. "So is this how dirty little sluts like to be fucked?" she asks sarcastically. 

The sensation sends Nanci over the edge and she begins to grind and squirt onto Alexis's boot, the juices dribbling down the insides of her legs onto the floor. The flicking continues as the musky sweet liquid flows from her young pussy and puddles - as if she was pissing.

"You can cum when I fill your other little hole -you dirty slut" she barked as she placed the spiked heel of her other boot directly in the center of Nanci's open and relaxed asshole pushing slowly.

Moans, sighs and groans float from the young woman as Alexis slowly slides 4 of the 6 inch stiletto heel up Nanci's ass. The sensation of being penetrated both in her pussy and in her ass was unlike anything she had ever imagined. 

Pain and pleasure mixed in an irresistible cocktail of desire that swept her mind clear and her body convulsing in wave after wave of orgasmic intensity. Alexis commanded loudly," NOW you may cum! My nasty little whore, I know that's what you like you disgusting cunt. NOW CUM FOR ME!"

Nanci began to shake and grind in a violent rhythm. Never in her wildest fantasies could her body and mind grasp such a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, moving through her like a tornado of sexual sensation and emotional debris. She began to spasm and flail. Her eyes rolled back, her head spun. 

Nothing made sense and she didn't care. A surge of electrical jolts seemed to radiated from her core as she was carried from one wave of pleasure to the next. She was now completely disoriented, knowing only she was being used - and she loved it!

Alexis extended her orgasm with small, gentile swats with the riding crop as Nanci came like she had never imagined possible. Again and again the waves of sensation rose and crashed inside her. Sweet juices flowed from her quivering pussy as she felt something deep inside her release.

She moaned and shuddered as the waves began to subside. Alexis leaned over her, gently removing the blindfold. As Nanci looked up into her eyes she understood the bond of master & servant. Her heart swelled and fell as a tear rolled down her cheek. She had lost herself or perhaps found who she was.

Within a few moments Nanci was reduced to a huddled hot mess on the floor. Her face still contorted with joy, pain and pleasure. Madame Alex slowly knelt down, cradling her in her arms, holding her tenderly and kissing her softly and sweetly....

Nanci had now proven herself worthy...

...as Richard arose from the big chair.

BUS STOP GIRL - Part 3

Blurred shadows of lovers fell upon the paneled walls of the study as Richard rose from the big chair. Surrounded by a thousand timeless tales, he had only one in mind. The erotic tale of young Nanci & Alexis. 

Richard was a collector of rare and valuable literature, but tonight, the most important story had only just begun. The plot was unfolding as beautifully as any of the volumes which lined the walnut shelves.

As he stood in front the fireplace watching, Nanci raised her head and opened her eyes to his imposing silhouette. The glowing fire shown from behind creating a halo of flames which made him appear as a dark angel. Her heart raced as she realized this night of discovery, passion and pleasure 

was about to go in yet another unexpected direction.

His deep voice broke the tender silence. "Is she ready?" He asked.

Alexis replied "Yes, she has proven herself" as she lifted Nanci to kneel before him. Nanci was shaky and limp as a rag doll, but she seemed to know just what to do as she rose to her knees, lowered her head and crossed her wrists behind her back. Her petite breasts glowed in the warmth of the fire, her nipples hard and pointing upwards.

"Very good" said Alexis, pleased by the intuitive gesture of her young pet. "You are a natural" she whispered reassuringly. Nanci smiled, proud she had proven herself to her new Master.

As Richard stepped to the side, the firelight bathed the kneeling girl in golden warmth and soft light. Her radiant beauty and delicate form was inspiring as he revealed himself to her. 

She took a deep breath as she saw his cock swing out from his shadow. It was truly the largest, most beautiful one she had ever seen. The size and shape were in perfect symmetry and seemed to match his overall good looks.

She looked up at Richard and seductively licked her lips, knowing what would be expected of her. Alexis held her wrists firmly with one hand and the other made a sort of ponytail with her long hair, pulling it back and forcing Nanci's mouth to open.

"Now my little slut is ready for you" she pronounced.

Richard stepped forward directly in front of Nanci's awaiting open mouth. She had begun salivating at the thought of his beautiful cock in her mouth. She wondered how he would taste and what it would feel like in her throat.

Nanci had not done this often - and never with such an experienced and sophisticated gentleman. She began to doubt herself, but paused, knowing Alexis was by her side to guide and encourage her. Surely SHE had done this many times before and knew exactly what Richard liked.

As he approached, her heart began to race and her excitement became obvious by the small wet spot that had pooled beneath her open legs. As the head of his cock neared her mouth, her tongue extended outward. He paused just beyond her reach. Alexis held her head back, so she was unable to wrap her lips around it. Her mouth started to water and she yearned to feel his cock in the soft wetness of her mouth. She wanted to please and prove herself to Richard.

"Oh I can see how much you want it... You little whore" Alexis commented condescendingly. "Tell me how much you want it".

Nanci did want it, more than she expected she would. More than she had ever wanted to suck a cock. 

"Please Madame, may I have it?" She begged.

"So why should I let you?" Alexis asked.

"I want to prove myself to him ... and to please you". She answered.

Those were the words Alexis was waiting for as she forced Nanci's mouth deeply onto Richards throbbing cock. As far back into her mouth as possible, then holding her head there, making Nanci gag. Again and again, each thrust deeper. Richard moaned in the pleasurable sensation of it. Nanci's eyes began to tear up and she felt as if she was about to vomit, when at the last moment, Alexis pulled her head back and held it there as she gasped for air.

"That's very good" Alexis said, knowing exactly how big Richard was and suspecting Nanci was unaccustomed to sucking such a large cock. "You're doing very well -for your first time" she said reassuringly.

"Show her" instructed Richard, as he extended his full length towards Alexis. She smiled slyly at Nanci then pushed her aside saying "watch and learn".

As she looked up at Richard, she gripped the base of his throbbing member with her gloved hand and cupped his swollen balls with the other. Her long tongue rolled outward as she opened her lips widely. She slowly slid the large head of his cock into her mouth. Spit dripped from the sides of her lips as she inched her way downward. Her tongue still extended, her mouth slid down the widening shaft as Richard moaned in pleasure. She began to squeeze the base and take even more of him into her mouth.

Nanci was in awe at the skill and grace with which Alexis welcomed his full length down her throat. It reminded her of a python swallowing its large prey. She watched Alexis with admiration and wonder as she sucked her man. Alexis had taken Richard's entire cock, which was huge and more than Nanci could ever imagine doing.

Her eyes smiled as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Richard began to groan as she swallowed him completely, again and again. The tip of her tongue began the lick his balls as she deep throated his enormous cock. As the spit dripped from her mouth and from his cock, he started to quiver and shake. She slowly and deliberately began rolling her head side to side making a gurgling sound as she slowly withdrew him. Inch by inch Richard was pulled from between her full red lips. As incredible as it was to watch her swallow it, it was even more amazing to see his full length slide out of her beautiful mouth.

"That's how a real woman sucks cock" she said smiling with an expression of pride and accomplishment.

Nanci stared in amazement, stunned by her skill and ability.

Alexis leaned towards Nanci, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her in for a wet kiss. It was their first real kiss. A kiss so passionate and deep, she felt it through her entire body, to the depth of her soul. She looked into her eyes. Nanci's heart swelled euphorically. She could taste Richard and Alexis together - and she liked it.

She regained her composure and tried to prepare herself for what was to come next...

BUS STOP GIRL - Part 4

Watching Alexis suck Richards cock so skillfully had gotten her very aroused and excited to try again herself. She had seen how her Master had taken his immense penis deep into her throat and in spite of her many doubts and inexperience, Nanci was willing to try and do the same.

"Now finish him - you little cocksucking whore" Alexis commanded, shoving her face below the glistening wet cock. 

Nanci took a deep breath and opened her mouth as wide as she could as Richard slowly inserted the head of his dick. She slid her tongue outward and felt him pushing himself on the roof of her mouth, slipping deep down her throat. She began to gag, but dared not stop.

Inch by inch he slid into her, pulling out slightly, then deeper again, deeper than she had ever imagined she could take. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she sucked and licked him, which he enjoy immensely by the deep groans and sighs he made as little Nanci tried to enjoy the sensation of his big cock stuffed deep down her throat.

Alexis released her wrists and Nanci began to fondle his swollen balls and caress and explore his muscular ass as he thrusted forward to her rhythmic suction. As the spit began to drip from the sides of her mouth, her eyes rolled back. She was thrilled - she was doing it! Nanci felt like such a dirty little slut -which totally excited her, encouraging her to continue.

She had always been considered a straight laced bookworm type, but tonight she was ready and willing to try anything and everything. Being restrained and sucking a big cock was as slutty as she had ever dared... so far. 

She felt a finger sliding inside her ass and two in her pussy. The thought of beautiful Alexis spreading her ass wide open and watching her suck Richard's huge cock while finger fucking her made her pussy twitch with pleasure, overshadowing her discomfort of such a big dick ramming down her virgin throat.

She continued deep throating Richard as he began to moan and shake. His balls tightened as he approached orgasm, they felt hard in her soft warm grasp. He was about to cum as his hot spunk began to pulse down her throat. 

Alexis grabbed her by the hair and held her there as Richard shook and groaned in orgasm. Nanci stroked his shaft as he came, feeling his cock begin to twitch and warm stickiness shooting at the back of her throat. His cock pulsed as she squeezed it tightly. Goo began to come out of her nose, triggering a gag reflex she could not ignore and she pulled away. 

He blew the remainder of his creamy load all over her pretty face and chest. Nanci turned her head as he shot into her eye. The burning sensation was too much as she began struggling against Alexis's firm hold.

Her Master was upset by this and once Richard had finished, she violently threw her to the floor. Nanci was shocked at her actions and by her ferociousness. 

Alexis was enraged and immediately spun around like some sort of sexual lady wrestler. She mounted Nanci, a sort of reverse cow girl/doggie position, sitting on her back and shoulders, pinning her face and chest down then pulling her ass up to her knees.

"You failed to do what you were supposed to, you little cunt - now you will be punished!" screamed Alexis. 

She raised her leather gloved hand and brought it down with surprising force on young Nanci's bare bottom. Smack - smack - smack! Again and again as Nanci felt her ass cheeks warm and tingle with each slap. 

The pleasurable feelings quickly turned painful as her Master unleashed her anger on poor little Nanci Jones. She began to squirm beneath her, whimpering as Alexis applied her most painful skills on the tender young ass.

As she inflicted punishment, Alexis's anger turned to arousal. 

She had risen into a squatting position on the side of her face. Nanci could feel the cool marble floor on one side and the wet heat from between her Masters legs on the other. Alexis began to grind her hips rubbing her pussy on her. Her scowl had become a wicked grin as she feverishly beat Nancy's bare bottom with both hands. riding her disobedient pet, grinding her swollen crotch hard as she pummeled the sweet round ass. Alexis arousal was evident by the glistening love juices beginning to smear the side of her little whore's face.

Nanci's tender ass cheeks became rosy red and her pussy was dripping wet when Alexis finished. She had given her what she knew she deserved- and wanted... a thorough bare ass beating.

Both women began to moan and pant, Alexis slowed, then started stroking her bottom as red handprints formed on Nanci's cheeks, grinding her hips & swollen crotch harder and harder. 

Once Madame Alexis felt a deep inner release, she stopped, pulling Nanci up by her hair, she passionately kissed her deep and long. Affectionately looking into her frightened eyes, she licked the cum and tears from Nanci's face. The sweet and salty taste stirred her burning lust as she cradled her sweet plaything tenderly. Nanci sighed, feeling she had redeemed herself.

Smiling, Madame Alexis moved closer, as if to kiss her again -suddenly spitting it all back into Nanci's shocked face.

"Now get the ropes!" she commanded Richard.

He was watching with excitement as he quickly pulled a duffle bag from somewhere behind the big chair. "You will enjoy this" she told Nanci as she sat her up and began to wrap her torso firmly with the well worn rope. 

Nanci was unsure what she was in for, but hoped it would be another opportunity to redeem herself. Around and around the rope bound her. Knots and delicate patterns began to appear as Alexis tied her willing young pet. Within minutes she was covered and contorted by the woven fibers and the intricate knotting of the ropes.

At last Alexis had finished with her. Bound completely, head to toe, the ropes felt comforting and secure like a full body bear hug. She was surprised at how the tightness on her breasts and between her legs felt so good. 

She was immobile except for her head and feet - and she liked the feeling. As dozens of lines rose together, a heavy metal ring came down from the dark ceiling. She felt herself being lifted. Alexis attached the lines securely and somewhere Richard flipped a switch to a winch to raise her from the cool comfort and security of the marble floor.

Suspended like a marionette she was weightless and floating in the center of the study. The firelight caressed her slim, rope covered form. Facing down, her arms and wrists were bound behind her, her legs spread wide. Feeling the pressure on her tits and pussy were exquisite. She was there floating, exposed and excited at what this kinky couple had in mind.

"You won't be resisting now, my slutty plaything" said Alexis laughing seductively. With that, she wildly spun Nanci. Reality became dream like as the room went around and round. She felt herself getting dizzy. It like some sort of a carnal-carnival ride, feeling that moment when the chills and thrills and fear make you squeal with delight. 

As the spinning slowed, she could see Richard on one side, the fireplace and bookshelves on the other. Blurred darkness in between. Alexis then stopped her and placed the heavy leather blindfold on her tightly. 




Bus Stop Girl



Now she had no idea what was happening around her. She wondered, what would happen? The unknowingness was frightening yet exciting.

Naked, weightless, sightless and tightly bound, her mind spun and her flesh tingled at what was in store for her. Her thoughts began to race as she was overwhelmed by unfamiliar and pleasurable sensations. She felt something gently brush her sensitive inner thigh and chills ran through her like she had never experienced before....

BUS STOP GIRL - Part 5

"Now my pretty little plaything, I want you to relax and focus" said Alexis in a soothing tone.

"Yes Madame" Nanci responded meekly. "I want to redeem myself to you...and to Richard"

"Oh you will...Sweety, you will"... the foreboding way Alexis said it made Nanci begin to question what she had gotten herself into. She was literally in the most compromising position imaginable.

As she focused her attention, her senses adjusted and compensated. She began to hear everything more clearly. Things she had hardly noticed before became amplified. 

The sounds of the flames in the fireplace seemed to roar, Alexis's stiletto heels on the marble floor told of her location, Richards heavy breathing as he approached her, every little thing became bigger, clearer and more meaningful. 

Her heart beat felt like a tribal drum. The subtle smell of old books on wooden shelves, all clearly detectable. Even the lingering smell of pipe tobacco in the air complimented Richards spicy cologne (both of which Nanci liked very much). Even the warmth from the fireplace was softly felt on her exposed skin. It all became very sensual.

Alexis softly purred as she moved around Nanci's suspended body, gently touching her skin in those areas not covered by the beautifully woven and knotted ropes. Delicately stroking the insides of her thighs with the riding crop, moving towards her succulent center, sent waves of chills and thrills to her core. 

Nanci began to shudder as the tip delicately flicked her about her pussy. As the soft end brushed her sensitive clit, she was pushed closer to orgasm, stopping just short of the edge, as she moaned in pleasure.

Nanci could hear Richards heavy breathing and feel him close to her face, as he slowly and softly kissed her. He smelled like a man should smell, rugged and masculine. Cedar, spice and citrus complimented his natural scent of arousal and manly sweat. 

A 'real man' she thought, as her mouth slowly opened to his kisses, inviting his tongue into her. She caught her breath as something warm and wet began to enter her pussy. She felt leather gloved hands spread her wider and hot breath on her crotch as Alexis slowly sampled her moist innocence. It felt so good she began to arch her back against the tightly wrapped ropes.

Alexis purred as she slid a finger inside and slowly licked her clit as she moved in and out in a rhythmic motion. The sensation was overwhelming and unlike anything she had ever experienced. The mere thought of her beautiful Master licking her sweet pussy made her feel desirable and sexy, powerful and in control- which oddly was everything she was not.

Being the center of attention was often uncomfortable for Nanci, but this was different. She loved being the object of desire for this handsome couple, especially the lovely Alexis, whom she had now become so deeply enamored with. 

Never in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined being so drawn to another woman, but she was powerless over her desire to please Alexis sexually. To be used like a dirty slut- free from regret, guilt or shame, this became her hope for the evening.

She smiled inside as she recalled the betrayal by Tina and Tommy from earlier in the evening, which now felt so trivial. Seeming so long ago, like a memory nearly faded into the past. Almost insignificant - in light of the evenings events. 

Nanci giggled to herself for being so upset by it. 

The few boys she had been with in the past really had no idea of how to please her. Clueless of what she wanted or needed. Their fumbling about with buttons, bra clasps, squeezing her breasts like bicycle horns. Impatiently and clumsily fondling her, trying to find the her clit, like some drunk trying to put his key into a door lock in some dark hallway. When she did allow them to fuck her, they usually came within seconds, leaving her disappointed and feeling empty.

They all paled in comparison of tonight. Alexis and Richard seemed to know exactly what to do, where and when and how to touch her. At this moment she felt so alive, more connected and sexually charged than ever before.

Her focus returned as she was slapped in the face by Richards semi hard cock. Not in a painful way, but being bound and blindfolded, suspended in the center of the room, it was quite surprising and unexpected. 

She gathered her thoughts and prepared herself for what she suspected would follow....

... and gasped deeply as it did.....



Bus Stop Lady



A Mistress Nicole Series Erotic Story 


He looked once more at the timetable behind the grimy Perspex. he had a few minutes more to wait before the next bus arrived. Cars rushed by on the wet bitumen, sending up a greasy spray which was a mixture of water and road grime. He wiped his face. The cold wind blew straight down the hill towards him as he looked for the bus.

'Which bus are you looking for,' said a husky voice from behind him.

He swung his head around and was pleasantly surprised to see a dark-haired woman with bright red lips, and the tip of her tongue touching her upper lip. She smiled when she saw his eyes widen in appreciation. The corners of her mouth had that small set of lines that belay a mischievous nature. The tongue darted back inside the slightly parted mouth. 

'Could you help me with my parcels?'

'Ah, um sure, no worries.'

'I think I'm catching the number nine bus too. Would you mind helping me with this stuff?'

'Uuh okay'.

She turned around to get the bags that were behind her, behind over at the waist and offering him a view of her behind that was in tight black pants. He was admiring the view when she straightened and handed him a couple of plastic shopping bags which were quite heavy. They were plain bags, sealed with strings so nothing could fall out. There were no store or brand names on them. He paid it no more attention because she was speaking to him. That husky voice was very sexy, he thought.

'Do you have a name?' she asked, 'I'm Nicole.'

'Oh, hello Nicole. It's Jason,' he replied.

'Please to meet you, Jason.' The tongue flitted out of the mouth and across the glossy red lips. Jason felt like he was being sized up by a lioness. This woman was well hidden behind a large parka, she had on a black woolen beret, and her hands were in black leather gloves. The tight leggings protruded from below the coat. Underneath it he had no idea what she looked like. He looked at her face and found her eyes twinkling as they noticed him checking her out. She smiled again and he grinned back at her, and a connection was made.

'I'll need a hand to carry those bags home, but don't worry, I can give you a ride home instead of making you catch the next bus. I wouldn't make you wait in the rain.'

'Okay, whatever, yeah that wil be okay,' said Jason, unsure, but not wanting to leave her unassisted, not knowing what would happen, perhaps a coffee and conversation. She was older than him, by a few years, maybe five or six, it was hard to tell. She had a happy face, but there was always that hint of mischief, either in her eyes or in her smile. He liked that, it interested him. 

Just then Nicole, reached down to remove a stone out of her shoe, she overbalanced and fell against Jason. He jumped her hand had reached out and squeezed his cock, which had come to life with her tongue antics. He jumped a little startled and glared at Nicole, who just smiled back as if nothing had happened. Jason swung his head left and right, the others waiting for the bus had not noticed anything, just him helping a woman who had tripped, or stumbled. 

The bus arrived and he let her on first. She went straight down to the back seat. He followed, slowly, carrying the shopping bags. Sitting down in the middle of the back seat he put the bags to one side and looked at her. She was probably in her late thirties, early forties he thought. Very pretty looking, with light skin and a little make up on. Nicole was looking straight ahead at the others getting on the bus. No one else came close than half way. The bus was no where near full.

Nicole swung side on in the back seat. 'Jason, be a dear and give my feet a rub, I've been walking for hours in these shoes.'

'Uuuh, here, aah um I'm not sure I should.'

'It's okay, no-ones watching.'

She placed her legs on his thighs and with a toe flicked off one of her shiny black shoes. Then she did the same to the other one. It fell to the floor of the bus, and clattered. Jason looked up but with the bus in motion, no-one heard it or cared. He felt nervous, but felt like he had to do what she said. So he started massaging her stockinged feet. This can't be happening, he thought.

Nicole watched him, then when his fingers started to kneed her soles, she closed her eyes and let out a low moan. 'Uuuuh that's good Jason. No it's better than good, it's fantastic. Do you do this often?'

'Never on buses.'

Jason kept kneading her feet. The bus kept going, stopping and starting as it shuttled along its route. 

'Suck my toe Jason,' ordered Nicole in a strong tone.

'No way.'

'No one will notice,' said Nicole, 'just do it. Now!'

The tone in his voice was demanding so sheepishly he raised her foot to his mouth and sucked lightly on her big toe. Nicole moaned. Jason bit it lightly, and sucked harder. Nicole moaned, opened her eyes and the mischievous smile was back. 

Jason looked ahead and saw the bus driver looking in the mirror at him. He stopped sucking and dropped the foot like a hot potato. he looked away from Nicole out of the window. Her feet were now rubbing against his groin, pushing and poking, here toes rubbing the outline of his cock, which was now hard. All of a sudden they stopped.

'Shoes.'

'What?'

'Put my shoes back on. Now! Quickly!'

As he did this Nicole reached up and pushed the buzzer so the bus would stop at the next bus stop. 'You can carry all these bags for me Jason.'

They exited the bus and Nicole pointed. 'That way, in the next street over.'

Off the went, Nicole walked behind Jason as he lugged the five shopping bags, some obviously groceries, and the others full of mysterious contents.

They kept walking until, Nicole stopped and opened a iron gate set in a high brick fence. She pushed Jason through and locked it after him. The house was an older style brick terrace , with steps up to the front door. Being and older house, it looked like it had a cellar because he could see a small arched window set down low in behind the front garden bed.

Nicole quickly trotted up the steps and opened the door. She ushered him inside. It was dark, a little light coming from the window above the doorway. 'The kitchens through here,' said Nicole and started off down the hallway. You can you put the groceries on the bench over there.'

As soon as he had put the grocery bags down, Nicole grabbed the unmarked bags and put them in a corner near the doorway out of the kitchen.

She walked out, turned on a few lights and the heating came to life, and began to take the chill out of the air. 

She came back, faced Jason who was leaning with his back on the kitchen table, and began to undo her parka. Jason, tried to look at her face. The tongue, flicked out like a lizard and wet her lips. He couldn't help it, he glanced down and watched her unzip the parka. Then slowly, she pulled it aside, revealing a black leather bra and nothing else. Her white skin made the blackness of the leather stand out. He watched, his breathing quickening and she put a hand under her breast, cupped it and then lifted it out of the restraint. Jason gaped, there was a silver nipple ring embedded in dark nipple. The slender fingers traced a path around it, and then as he watched, they pulled on the ring, The nipple became erect instantly. He couldn't stop watching it. Mesmerised, he had only ever seen pictures. The fingers pulled on it and he heard a low moan. He looked at her face and here eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. He looked back at her breasts, focusing on the silver ring.

Then, he felt a hand on the back of his neck, guiding him toward it. He resisted, but the hand applied a small amount of pressure and he succumbed, lowering his head and taking the ringed nipple into his mouth. It was funny. The stainless steel felt funny on his teeth, he grappled with it and his tongue flicked all around the nipple. The hand fell off his neck and he felt her grab his butt and squeeze, pushing her groin up against his. His cock was straining for release from his jeans, and then as if reading his thoughts, she let go and started to open his jeans. He kept sucking, his hand massaging the other breast which he could feel had a ring on it as well. He felt the coolness of her hand against the skin of his stomach and then it was under the elastic of his underpants. He groaned involuntarily as he felt her hand enclose his tumescence and he momentarily stopped sucking her nipple. He felt a firm pressure on his head and again he started licking and sucking. The hand stroked his erect penis inside his jeans. He felt slightly weak at the knees. He was having trouble concentrating.

Nicole smiled to herself. She soaked up the pleasurable vibes his sucking on her hard, nipples, but what excited her was that Jason had accepted her control. She felt that he had done so unwittingly, but it didn't matter, at her first requests he had submitted. He would suit her purposes, she had more in store for him.

Pulling his head away from her nipple, she held his cock and stared moving for the door.

'Follow me,' Nicole commanded. Her voice firm.

'Okay.'

Nicole led him slowly by the penis to the stairwell, and then snapping key in a lock, she opened a door and flicked on a light. With out saying anything she started inside, down a short flight of stairs and into a darkened room, the lights in each corner turned down low. Jason followed and then when he reached the floor, his eyes adjusted and he saw several cupboards, a old medieval chair and in the middle of the room a black padded bench.

Nicole watching him carefully noticed how he had stopped walking, she pulled harder on his penis and he followed her still looking around the room. She led him to a series of horizontal bars on the wall.

1'Jason, close your eyes for me.'

'I don't know that I should.'

Nicole squeezed his cock hard and he winced.

'Ow, steady on that hurt.'

'Close your eyes,' she said again.

Jason did as he was bid and felt her hand leave his cock. She lifted one hand and then the other in front of him and he felt the cool wood of the horizontal bars. Then something clamped around one wrist and then the other. He opened his eyes and saw that his hands were now manacled in matt black metal cuffs, with long chains leading up the wall.

His face was staring at the wall, he tried to turn his head as he head a noise behind him and then a cupboard opening. He swiveled his head and then saw Nicole returning with a long sharp dagger in her hand. It glinted evilly in the light and Jason began to feel afraid, What have I got myself into her, he thought, shivering with a moment of panic.

'What are you going to do?' he asked. 'Are you going to kill me?'

'Enough of the questions. No one knows you're here. You are mine and you wil only get out when I let you. If you try to break out, I'll be sure to let someone know about this.

Nicole stepped closer and put her hand on the back of his head. He felt the coldness of the steel blade on the back of his neck. Then he felt her hold the bottom of his jumper and shirt.

'Eyes to the front,' she said, her lips close to his ear. 

He could smell her fragrance. He was frightened, but aroused. Nicole held his clothing tightly and then with a deft movement upward slit his clothes. Jason felt the air strike his back and shivered. Then Nicole cut the sleeves away and pulled the useless clothes away from his body, throwing them in a pile on the floor. Then grabbing his belt, she sliced through it and down one leg of his jeans, and then the other. A few more deft cuts and Jason was standing, manacled, naked in the gloom.

Nicole moved away, switched up the lights, grabbed something else out of another cupboard and returned. She slipped a leather hood over his head and buckled it at the back. Jason let out a breath as she pulled it tight. He couldn't see, but his nose and mouth were free. He was still frightened, and wary, but he realised he was completely powerless whilst she had him manacled.

He head several clicks and whirs and wondered what was happening. 

'I have you on film now, Jason,' Nicole said, 'not only that but I have a security camera upstairs in the hallway and it has a good clean image of you entering of your own free will. You can tell no one or else you will become a laughing stock as these photos get uploaded onto the local internet sites with your name and address attached. Do you comprehend? You are mine now.'

'Why me?' 

'I liked what I saw at the bus stop.'

'But... what about...?'

'You will be quiet now. From this moment whenever you are in my presence you will refer to me as Mistress Nicole. That is the only way you will address me. You will not speak until invited to speak by me. You will obey me Jason, you are in my control now. Do you understand?'

'Yes, but...'

Nicole sung her hand hard and fast at his butt. The slap made a loud noise and Jason jumped, letting out a surprised squeal.

'Owww, what did you do that for?'

'Pardon?'

'I asked what you did that for?'

Grinning, and feeling a flush of excitement course through her body at the recognition of defiance in this subject. He hadn't caught on straight away which was good. That gave her more time to inflict some punishment, something that always got her hot and wet.

Opening the cupboard again she looked at the array of whips, crops, canes, tawses mounted on the back of the cupboard. She selected a leather flail with soft leather thongs on the end of it. Grabbing a ball gag from a draw looked over at him. His head was turned toward her, his ears straining to identify what was going on behind him.

Stepping back to Jason, she put the ball gag in his mouth, fastened it and then tighten up the manacles through the pulleys mounted higher up the walls. His hands and arms were stretched out and up. His breathing quickened, she could hear it, and he was mumbling into the gag.

'This won't hurt me a bit,' she chuckled.

Reaching around in front of him she grabbed his cock, which was again sticking out in front of him firm and hard. Nicole smiled. She stepped back and took a swing with the whip at his back, Jason jerked and she heard him whimper, she hit him with it again, and repeated this 20 times all over his back and rump. It was bright read, but there were no major welts, only a few red lines which would soon go away.

She lowered the chains, and then stepped up and took out the ball gag.

'You bitch, let me go,' he blurted out, 'that fucking-well hurt.'

She instantly popped the ball gag back in, refastening it. 'You have still not learnt your first lesson. Regardless what you say, your cock is telling me otherwise. You are hard as a rock, that tells me you like it. Besides how should you address me.' 

Nicole went back to the cupboard and selected a cane. She stood behind Jason and had a practice swing.

'I am you mistress, I am Mistress Nicole to you, and you will cum when I tell you from now on. Do you understand?'

Nicole again tightened up the chains and then swung the cane. It hit his buttocks with a loud smack and he jerked on the chains, she hit him again and he wriggled his butt from side to side trying to get away. After six he was only jerking slightly, she could hear his muffled sobs and his loud breathing through his nose. She gave him two more before taking off the ball gag. 

'Would you like some more Jason?'

'No... no Mistress Nicole.'

'Do you want to cum Jason?'

'Yes... Mistress Nicole,' whispered Jason, 'please Mistress Nicole.'

'What?'

'I want to cum, Mistress Nicole. Please!'

Nicole smiled again at her willing play thing. She went to the cupboard and grabbed some lube. Squirting it on her hand she went back and with one hand began kneading his cane-ravaged butt. With the other, she reached around and smeared lube all over his hard cock. 

'You may cum when I tell you Jason, if you cum before then I will have to give you another punishment.'

'Yes Mistress Nicole.'

Her slender fingers massaged the lube into and around his penis and then with slow steady strokes she masturbated him. Jason was ready to blow, but he fought the desire to let it out, he felt weak, the sensations in his butt and penis were conflicting, pleasure, pain, pain pleasure.

Nicole listened to his breathing and could tell he was fighting the urge to release. Good boy she thought to herself. She felt his thighs tighten in the precursor to orgasm and stopped her hand movements. 

'No Mistress Nicole, please don't stop. Please!'

She waited, listened to him beg, some more and then resumed here stoking, feeling him buck his hips forward. She stopped stroking and smacked him on the butt. His hips jerked forward.

'You may come now Jason,' said Nicole, and smacked him on the rump once more. Reaching her hand around in front of him, she cupped it over the end of his cock and then smacked him again hard and he came, with a cry, he started shooting wads of jism into her hand. With her other she started milking him, until no more drops appeared at the end of his cock.

Jason hung limply form the manacles, he was weak and drained. His mouth open, sucking in great gulps of air. Nicole lifted her hand and tipped his ejaculate into his mouth.

'Clean this mess off my hand you dirty boy.'

The thick warm sperm filled his mouth, the pungent odour invaded his nostrils. He started to gag. He wanted to spit it out.

'Swallow.'

He swallowed.

'Now lick my hand clean.'

Jason's tongue flicked out and licked the hand in front of him. He licked all the juices off it. The hand cupped his cheek. 

'That's a good boy.'

Nicole undid the manacles and led him to the bench. Lying him down on his back, she again clamped his hands and feet. His cock was wet and semi-erect. Nicole adjusted the headrest so that it was a little lower than the rest of his body. Then she stepped either side of him and lowered her cunt onto his face. The first thing Jason noticed was the smoothness of her shave pussy, and then he felt the wet lips press against his nose and lips. He had never done this to anyone before.

'Open your mouth,' ordered Nicole.

'Yes Mistress Nicole, said Jason.

'Now lick me.'

Jason stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked the wet lips. he felt the body of Mistress Nicole shudder slightly and licked again, this time harder. She moaned. He attacked the lips, sucking and licking her bare cunt with his tongue, like it was an ice-cream and it was melting fast. Her juices ran out all over her face. She was already dripping wet, the thrill of punishing him had made her very moist and now with his inexperienced tongue licking her to her very core she felt that familiar heat rise and ground herself down on his face, enabling his tongue to penetrate deeper. His nose pushed against the ring through her clitoral hood and the pressure on her clitoris mounted, sharply and within moments she was there, her orgasm causing her to cry out, a momentary loss of control for herself. The new subject and here moulding of him to her will had led her to this great peak. Jason kept licking, not having been told when to stop and then he found the ring with his tongue and started toying with it, and then licking the hard nubbin of her clit. Nicole, unprepared was caught up in another strong wave of pleasure which she rode to a climax.

She moved off his face and slid onto a bench against a wall, and breathed deeply. Slowly she regained her composure. She watched Jason, his chest heaving as he sucked in air, he was licking his lips, lapping up her juices. His cock was hard again. The head swollen and purple.

Getting up she went over and stood over him on the bench. There was no contact with his body as it was wide enough for her too stand and not touch him. The she squatted, grabbed his cock with her hand and guided it into her hot, wet cunt. They moaned together, she impaled to her core on his cock. he completely surprise by the instant of extreme pleasure.




Bus Stop Lady



Nicole sat there, full, getting the feel of him.

'This is for me not you, so you had better not come Jason.'

Jason, was bucking his hips, trying to get some in and out movement happening. Nicole stood out and sigh as his cock slipped out of her.

'This is for me Jason,' she said again, 'do I have to get a crop?'

'No Mistress Nicole, don't whip me again,' he pleaded.

She lowered her bare cunt onto his cock again and started humping it. She placed her hands on his chest and squeezed his nipples. He started to move his hips, and she slapped his face, once, hard. 

'I told you, twice, you bastard.'

Then she kept humping, riding his cock, feeling the heat rise again from deep inside her. She quickened her rhythm, moving her hips up and down and then doing figure eight's on his cock. Jason was moaning beneath her. She knew he was struggling to ignore the pleasure form her movements on him.

'Remember, you may come when I tell you,' she said, smiling when she saw the red mark on his cheek form her hand. She kept humping and then she reached the pint of no return, her orgasm bursting through her, and she let out a loud cry of passion. She stopped moving on him and then lifted herself off and stood above him, He was squirming, biting his lip, obviously the desire to ejaculate again overcoming him. 

Nicole hopped off the bench and stood to one side. She lifted one leg up and then put two fingers into her cunt. She wet them and then stuck them in Jason's mouth. He greedily licked her fingers. She reached over and started stroking his cock, feeling his hips buck upwards at her touch she knew he wouldn't take much again. A few ministrations later she felt it swell in her hand and took it away.

'You may cum now Jason.'

He banged his hips forward, bucking for any contact against his cock. Then Nicole reached over and squeezed his nipple hard between thumb and forefinger and the pain was like a jolt straight to his groin and with a cry her came spurting up and all over his stomach and in his pubics. His dick throbbing as the seminal fluid seeped out the end and then it began to subside, becoming flaccid. A pool of cum had formed in his belly button.

'Thank you Mistress Nicole,' said Jason.

Nicole stood and placed a hand on his cheek. 

'Rest now. I'm going to have cup of coffee.' she stood up and walked to the stairs. 'I have some business to attend to with some people who are coming to my office upstairs. You will be quiet won't you?'



Bus Stop Lumberjack



I had just turned 18 and was on my way to visit some relatives on the west coast. I was straight and came from a small town where it seemed like there were no gays. However, over the past year I had gone into the nearest city and would frequent a book store that a lot of gays would hang out at. I still remember the first time I noticed a gay man looking at me. I was a little freaked out and took off out of there. Later, whenever I thought about it I would get hard and sometimes while jerking off I would imagine that the man in the bookstore had touched me. Ever since that happened I couldn't stop occasionally thinking about being with other men. 

I wasn't looking forward to the 18 hour bus ride. I sat down in the back seat put on my walkman and opened a book. I must have drifted off because when I awoke it was dark out and we were pulling into a small mountain town. I went into the store and bought some snacks, when I got back on the bus there was an older guy sitting in the back seat next to mine. The other seats were all full so I sat back in my old seat. He small talked me until he realized I wasn't interested in talking and let me be. He was a lumberjack (if that's what they're still called) and was going to the coast as well. I started to read my book but soon fell asleep. 

I was dreaming my cock being stroked and I was startled awake. The lumberjack was rubbing my cock through my pants. I was so freaked out I just froze. He didn't seem to notice that I had woken up because he kept rubbing. My cock was almost totally hard and he continued to rub the tip. I was scared but really turned on. It started feeling really good but I didn't want it to go any further, after all I was still straight and had a girlfriend back home. 

I sat up and tried to move closer to the window and then he looked at me. He had the same look that the guy in the bookstore had. I always thought myself as an attractive guy, I knew that the girls loved my green eyes and black hair. I was well proportioned and had a good looking face. I looked younger than I was by a couple of years and by the time I turned 18 I was really sick and tired of being mistaken for a 16 year old. 

The lumberjack said to me in a quiet voice, "you are going to let me and you are going to like it. " By this time I started to get really scared, but I thought, we are on a bus what can he do? He pushed me back in the seat, opened my fly, and started stroking me through my tighty-whities. It was crazy-intense but I didn't want to do it so I pushed his hand away. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it hard. I cried out in pain but he had already put his other hand over my mouth. By now I was really worried, I didn't know what he was going to do next. But I found out soon enough. 

He pulled my cock out of my underwear and to my anger I was hard as a rock. He then started slowly stroking my meat. I am uncut so when someone pulls the skin back on my cock it really feels amazing. Well the lumberjack knew this because he slowly pulled my foreskin back to reveal my red cock-head already wet with precum. His thick fingers began swirling around my cock-head and down my shaft. He stroked the ultra-sensitive skin that connects the foreskin to my cock. I couldn't control myself and let out a small moan. 

"Yeah, you like it don't you?" He said to me, his breath hot on my face, "I told you you'd like it. " 

The lumberjack was a big man, probably 6'3" and 220 lbs but he looked quite lean under his tight white shirt. I could see his big pecs and arm muscles flexing as he jerked me off. 

He started working on my balls with his other hand, alternating squeezing and stroking them. His other hand still teasing my cock-head. The lumberjack suddenly bent down and I could feel his hot mouth surround my penis. It felt good but I could feel his unshaven face scratch me. It was an even greater turn on to feel this rough-faced logger sucking me off on a crowded bus. His tongue licked small circles on my head. Then he sucked me into his mouth until I could feel his stubble on my belly again. I started to push my cock into his eager mouth. I could feel myself being sucked really hard and it was fabulous. Then he quickly let go of my cock and it popped out of his lips. 

The lumberjack started licking my shaft like an ice-cream. He licked my head and sucked it into his mouth. This time I grabbed his head and pushed him down on me. The thought that this huge masculine man was sucking my cock really started to thrill me and I knew I was close to cumming. His left hand kept squeezing my balls and sliding over my anus. I felt his fingers probing my ass and pushing on my brown hole. I told him I was close to cumming and he stabbed a thick finger into my ass. I almost screamed from the pain and shock but then noticed how good it felt. He just left it in there and slowly started to move it in and out. It felt dirty but wickedly sexy to have him fingering my tight ass. He pulled his finger out and then pushed in two. I was going crazy, suddenly I wanted to try it all and have him lick and tongue my tight pucker. I was fucking his mouth now and he was loving it. I held his head and forced his mouth down on my pole. His fingers drove deeper inside my ass, I knew I was going to explode and couldn't believe no-one on the bus had noticed us. 

He gave the underside of my meat quick little flicks with his tongue and I imp ailed his mouth with my cock. I could feel my cum building in my cock. He shoved his fingers in deep and I shot my load right into his mouth. He was quick to keep sucking, swallowing all my love juice. He continued sucking and licking until every last drop was gone and then swallowed the rest of it down. I was a wreck, panting and totally exhausted. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and wiped them off. I couldn't stop smiling. He pulled my pants up and put my penis back in my underwear. 

"See I told you you'd like it", he said with a smile, "just think, we still have 11 hours to go."



Bus Stop Rendezvous



Standing at the bus stop, she could feel the sweat sliding down between her firm breasts. The tiny droplets sent shivers throughout her slender, curvaceous body.

"Not now. Not here," she said aloud. The wetness between her thighs began to grow more and more slippery. Just in time, the bus turned the corner coming towards her.

As she got on the bus, she saw him; the cold blast from the air conditioner crystallizing the sweat covering her body. Her skin tightened with chill bumps. She didn't mind though, it was quite refreshing compared to the blazing heat outside. 

She noticed him looking at her as she moved, hips swaying, down the aisle. Her face heated up as he admired her. She averted her eyes down to the floor and realized that down was not a good idea. She caught sight of her nipples; they had hardened into that of small pieces of sweet, hard candy under her tank top.

"Fuck the shyness," she said audibly to herself. Raising her head up high, she tossed her hair back over her shoulder with a flip of her hand. He winked at her. Her body flushed with heat. She sighed with the realization of a full body blush, in public.

She thought about just taking the first available seat, however deciding to take the open seat next to him. They both smiled at the other as she sat down. Might as well play off the public embarrassment as having not had happened.

"Damn. Still wet," she lustily mumbled. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that he had heard for his smile widened and his eyes glittered with excitement. She was pleased.

"I've seen you on the bus before, do you live around this area?" He tried to not make it sound like some lame pick-up line or just small talk.

She jumped. She wasn't expecting him to say anything so quick but her smile showed that she was glad that he did. "Yes I do, just up the route a bit."

"I had been wondering how near to me you might live," he said more to himself than her but she listened to his every word. She didn't mind what he had said, she was happy that he wanted to know.

"I guess we'll find out soon enough." She leaned over him and pulled the cord, "But right now, let’s get off of this bus."

She grabbed for his hand and pulled him out of the seat. He didn’t hesitate and followed her out of the back door onto the scalding pavement sidewalk. The heat breathed around them as they walked silently down the sidewalk, hand in hand. She hadn’t let go of his hand when they had gotten off of the bus and he didn’t release hers either. They both basked in the other's closeness.

As they turned down a small alley and walked on, he became more puzzled. "Where are we going?" He didn’t stop walking when he questioned her, but continued on at her side.

"Just a bit further." She grinned and led on past a few more backyards surrounded by chain link fences until she came upon a taller wooden fence. She winked at him and unlatched the gate before swinging it open. He smiled and followed her through the gate opening onto the side of a building. 

They went up a wooden staircase to a second story garage apartment. At the top she pulled a fuzzy key-ring from the blue messenger bag that hung at her side. He hadn't noticed before, but the strap from the bag pulled her shirt tight across her breasts. He could feel his penis throbbing with the anticipation of what might be awaiting him on the other side of that door. 

A normal looking door key emerged from the fuzziness as she raised it to the lock mechanism. Letting out a soft breath, she inserted the key into the lock, the tumblers clicking into place. Her other hand on the doorknob, she turned both key and knob at the same time and the door shifted open. Entering into the darkened room and she actually seemed to disappear into the shadows; a light blazed to life at the far side of the room silhouetting her figure.

He spoke as he walked through the door. "You know, I've noticed you on the bus for quite some time now and have always been compelled to watch you; from the moment you get on the bus to the moment it pulls away from the curb and speeds away, leaving you behind. Everything about you has intrigued me. I have sought out as much as I could about you short of following you everywhere you went. I want to make you mine."

She grinned rather slyly, "I know. I've done the same; but enough talk. It's time for some action."

She walked towards him, moving with every voluptuous inch of her being. Every curve sliding ever so gracefully beneath tight fit clothing that accentuated her body. Delicate footsteps that brought her closer, legs crossing in front of the other, the sway of her hips; it was mesmerizing. Every time he saw her move was like the first time all over again.

He cradled her against his body and held her tightly. Her hands snaked under his t-shirt and up his rising and falling chest. He closed his eyes as she ran her hands over him and his breathing quickened. She could feel the gooseflesh creep over his skin. His nipples tighten and sprang to life through his shirt.

Noticing this new force, her fingertips skated around his nipples until each one was found between thumb and forefinger of each hand. She lightly pinched each one in turn. He gasped at this new sensation as his enjoyment sealed eyes shot open in shock, then returning to being lazily closed.

Moving up his chest, her hands glided around his neck and began to pull him down to her. She kissed him with a fever she hadn't ever felt before, becoming sloppy wet in lower places. She felt a tickle as a small line of her juices slid down the smoothness of her inner thigh.

She moaned softly as he clutched her tighter. He lifted her up and she wrapped her cream colored legs around his muscular waist. He walked over to the bed, that he had eyed behind her, and released his grip on her letting her fall. The expanse between them grew as she bounced downwards onto the plush bedspread. He mirrored himself over her body. Before following down to her level, he reached to remove her clothing. Her nipples were erect from the excitement and, like beacons, called through her shirt for him to come forward.

Sitting back on his heels, straddling one of her legs, he raised her arms and slid her shirt up. As the shirt pealed away, it revealed her alabaster skin. He ran his hands around her breasts and down her sides across her stomach. He felt the shiver beneath his hand as it convulsed through her body. 

The shirt pulled past her chin and exposed her luscious mouth. He pushed his tongue past her teeth and massaged the inside of her mouth as his fingertips traced their way down her flesh to the front of her shorts. Finding their mark, he began to pull and yank at the button that held them closed.

She could feel his masculinity throb against her knee as she heaved with anticipation. The waiting had gotten to them. Before he could get her shorts undone, she ripped off his shirt and proceeded to free the pulsating beast within. Her own beast was growling up in frenzy as well; he knew it, he could feel it just under her skin.

In a flash, as her shorts flew across the room, she was released from her restraints and he knew instantly that he couldn't tame one this wild but he would surely try. She lay back on the mound of pillows and he did what he thought to be the best option; he ran his fingers through her neatly kept but full mound of fur. As his fingers searched for one of many prizes beneath, a soft growl escaped her as they skipped across her outer lips. The path was slick with virtual runway lights and his fingers slipped past her lips and into the pool of her essence. Drifting softly around her magic button, he plunged towards the doorway to the ultimate point of ecstasy.

At first he only sent in one probing digit, slowly sliding it in and out; soon to be joined by a second, then a third, causing her to squirm under his hand. He slid himself up beside her, while he continued to move his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. The walls of her snatch clinched around his fingers as she screamed with the orgasm. 

From her thrashing around, she found her hand closed around his surging cock. She expertly stroked him into passionate bliss. She started at that base and worked her way up. Her fingertips could barely touch her thumb as she pulled her hand up his wide shaft. When she reached the tip, she ran her fingers across the bulbous head. She tried to keep a hold of his cock as it jumped from her grasp. Just as his cock jumped, he thrust his own fingers deep into her waiting vessel. 

They continued this for several more minutes until she started to writhe again in the throes of another massive orgasm. Her breath came in gasps. She squealed in delight.

"Fuck me," she breathed into his ear when she had slightly more control over herself. 

"Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it." His own breathing was erratic and made it difficult to talk through the gasps of air.

Just the thought of telling him what she wanted sent tremors throughout her shaken body. "I will tell you." She gazed up at him as she ground her hips into his hand. "I want to grind myself into you as you push your cock into my cunt." Her tongue snaked across her parched lips as he slipped his hand from between her drenched thighs.

Drawing himself between her legs, he positioned his rod over her glistening pubic curls. "Is this what you want, my little slut?" He placed the tip of his cock at her opening and pushed lightly. Her hips rose up to meet him as he slowly disappeared inside her.

"Oh yes, that's what I want," she yelled, grinding her hips up into him as he speared her deeper and harder with every thrust. 

He asked her softly, as he plunged her sopping wet snatch, "What do you want now, my little bitch?" 

"Take me over the edge," she wailed as her body shook vehemently with orgasmic tension.

"Should I do it like this?" He slowed his strokes and moved in and out of her like gentle waves crashing on the sand.

A silent scream built up inside of her lungs. She knew that she would have to release it soon before she actually passed out from lack of oxygen.

"Or how about like this?" He increased his speed to match the beat of her heartbeat.

She whipped her head back and forth. Her screams began to softly steal off between her lips. She arched her back and raised her body up closer to his, forcing his thrusts in harder.

"Oh, I see. That's how you want it." Pumping with a fury, he impaled her time after time. Sweat dripped off his chest onto her breasts with tiny splashes. His own breath was hissing through his lungs as he tried to catch and release it time and again.

She shrieked and moaned as she pumped her own pelvis into his. The slapping of bodies was barely heard over their vocalizations of pleasure. His own sounds were equally as loud as hers.

His body sprouted internal tendrils of sensations that coursed around his body reaching for his delicate spheres; massaging them into motion which brought about pulses of another kind. Each pulse caused him to thrust harder and faster into her red flower. Her nectar sloshed around each thrust into his curled nest of hair.

Every muscle in her body tightened as she was about to explode. He felt her muscles squeeze around him as he continued to push into her. He slipped in smoothly as her juices gushed. Hips slamming into each other as the frenzy heightened. 

"I'm coming!" She screamed and knotted her hands into the sheets. 

"Naughty girl, you came before I did. Well, you'll just have to endure the rest of me while I come too." He didn't stop his furious pumping into her sloppy wet pussy. His assault didn't even slow up. She continued convulsing and her juices kept on flowing. "Are you ready for this? I'm going to spill all of it across your beautiful tits." His speed never decreased. He just kept pounding into her awaiting flesh.

his hammering stopped and he ripped his cock out of her. He gripped it with his hand as a stream of come splattered her stomach. He raised up just a bit and shot the next one onto her breasts. Just a little higher and the last gush landed on her chin and lips. Her mouth opened slightly to let the warm liquid slide into awaiting mouth.

"Ah! So I see that you like to drink my cum. Well, we'll have more ways to entertain ourselves then. How does it taste?" As the last shudders faded from his body, he got up and stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her sperm covered body. "You have promising qualities, my dear. We will continue this another time." 

He had already pulled on his pants when she realized what was happening. She started to sit up but thought against it, his thick sperm was sliding down her body. Her eyes sparkled with lust, but she was speechless.

"Here's my card. Don't worry, love, you'll see me again. Before you will have to even contact me." He picked up his jacket and pulled a card out of the front pocket. "When you hear from me, meet me at the address on this card. If you show up there before being contacted, you won't ever see or hear from me again." He pinned the card to the cork board by the door. 

"But..." she stammered at her words, she couldn't get them to come out like she wanted. She had yet to regain total control of her again.

"Go through your day as normal. You'll hear from me soon enough. Follow instructions when they are given to you." He pulled on his jacket and shoes and he walked out the door.

"But..." she was now just dumbfounded. She replayed the whole afternoon in her head. "Did this just happen to me?" There was no one in the room but herself. "It really did. It really did just happen." She laid back on the bed for a few more minutes, reveling in the feeling. "I can follow instructions.” She suddenly felt really tired. “I'll wait for you to..." 

She dozed off in mid-thought, but she remembered what she was told that day. She carried on with her days without a second thought. She knew that he would get in touch with her when the time came.



Bus Stop Romance



I was working as a teaching assistant for William Grey, Ph.D, a sport psychologist, at the University of Florida. My small office is adjacent to his across the street from the football stadium. There is absolutely no parking available close to my office. So I park my car in a commuter lot off campus and ride the bus in to work every day. 

The office closes at three-thirty and, if the weather is nice, I usually go enjoy the afternoon sun and wait at the bus stop for the 4 PM bus. 

Oh my gosh. There he was, slowly coming down the street towards me. Only now he was on crutches instead of in a wheel chair. I hadn't seen him in over two weeks and had some sense of loss even though I didn't even know his name. 

He is a young Marine. When I first saw him both legs were covered in heavy bandages. Now only the right leg was bandaged. I could see that he was having a difficult time navigating the sloping sidewalk. When he managed to get to the bus bench, I smiled up at him. Scooting over I nodded to him offering the seat next to me.

It was but a few minutes later when the bus arrived. I helped him to his feet as the bus driver lowered the wheelchair lift to make it easier for him to board with his crutches. The bus wasn't too crowded with students and we found seats toward the front.

At the next stop, I sighed as a guy I went out with once, got on. 

Brian McDonnell was a jerk and a bully. He didn't take it kindly when I refused to go out with him again. He was making my life miserable when I spoke to my family about him one night at supper. When I told them that he had grabbed me in the hallway at school, my older brother, Patrick, said he would take care of things. 

Actually, Patrick is not really my brother. He's my cousin. My dad's sister and her husband were killed in an accident when I was four and Patrick came to live with us. Patrick was five and my real older brother, Shawn, was six at the time. 

Shawn said he would make sure that none of Brian's friends would interfere when Patrick spoke with him. I don't know any of the details of what happened, but Brian stopped bothering me. In fact, every time he saw me he turned and walked the other way. 

Now here he was striding toward me with a big smirk on his face. Plopping down in the seat across the aisle he started in about wanting to have a 'good time' with me. 

I told him I wasn't interested and I was perfectly happy with my boyfriend. When he persisted I reminded him of what happened a few years ago.

"Well, so what," he replied. Patrick ain't around, so I heard. Out of the country ain't he?"

"That's true. But Shawn isn't. Now leave me and my boyfriend alone."

That and the healthy poke from the end of a crutch pushing into his chest from my seat companion shut him up for the moment. 

"Come on, honey, this is our stop," I said getting up and assisting my seat mate to his feet. 

As we left the bus we heard Brian yell, "this ain't over yet, asshole." 

"Well, that was interesting," he said once we alighted from the bus. "Since I'm your boyfriend, shouldn't I know a few things about you?"

"Like what," I asked?

"Your name for starters and when did I become your boyfriend?" 

"Fair enough. My name is Mary Kathryn Murphy. Almost everyone calls me Murphy or Murph. My brothers and closest friends call me MK. Only my mom and dad call me Mary Kathryn. You became my 'boyfriend' about five minutes ago. I'm sorry if that bothers you."

"Hey. I kinda like the idea of having a 'girlfriend'. Especially one as pretty as you and I kinda like the name, Mary Kathryn."

"Oh. Flattery will get you everywhere. By the way what's your name?"

"Ok. Fair enough. I'm Frederick Mann. It was shortened from Mannheim by my grandfather when he came to this country after World War II. But I go by Rick to friends and foe alike."

"You wait on this bench, under the shade trees, while I go get my car and I'll take you home since I kinda forced you off the bus," I told him. "I'll only be a moment." 

When I retrieved my car and drove to where Rick was waiting I realized he would never be able to sit the front seat of my Mustang with his leg all bandaged up. After parking the car I said to him, "let's go to that restaurant across the street and wait while I make some alternate arrangements for getting you home."

After being seated and ordering a couple of drinks, I searched my purse for my cell phone. Finding it, I hit speed dial for my dad. After explaining the situation I asked him if he could help me out. 

"No problem, sweetie. Where are you?"

I answered him and he continued. "Sit tight, I'll have Henry run over with something for you to use."

"Thanks, daddy." I replied. "I owe you one."

"Oh no, Mary Kathryn. You owe me a lot more than one," he said, laughing, as he ended the call. 

Looking at his watch Rick said. "As long as we're here why don't we have some dinner? My treat . . . 'girlfriend'."

We had just finished ordering when Henry walked up to me with a set of keys. "Blue Lincoln Navigator. Parked out front," he said to me with a grin on his face. "Gonna introduce your boyfriend to me?" 

After the introductions I handed over the keys to my Mustang and thanked him for helping me out. 

Turning back to Rick, I said, "you know he is going to report every last detail about you back to my dad."

"Is that a bad thing," he asked? "And what's this thing with the car swap?"

I explained to him that my dad owned the Ford-Lincoln dealership in town. "It's the largest one in North Central Florida," I proudly replied. 

I gave him a short history of my family and continued telling him about myself during dinner. We sat there enjoying each other's company for the next two hours before I took him to his home.

When I pulled into his driveway all I could say was, "Wow! What a nice house. You know, I only live a couple of miles from here."

"Would you like to come in for some coffee?"

Once inside he said to me. "While I start the coffee call your folks and let them know where you are so they won't worry."

As we sat over our coffee I tried to find out more about him. He was very skilled in turning the conservation back around to me. 

I thought to myself, here's a guy who is more interested in me than about listening to himself. What a change from the other guys I ever dated.

I did manage to find out that he had inherited the house from his parents after their death in a traffic accident five years ago. They were returning from the ceremony celebrating his promotion from second to first lieutenant when their car was struck by an out of control, fully loaded semi-truck. 

When he started to choke up talking about them, I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. Squeezing it, I said, "I'm so sorry. You needn't go on if it's painful dredging up the memories."

"No. I actually feel better about it when I have someone to talk about it with."

When he finished giving me the details we just sat there for several minutes without saying another word. Then he turned the conservation back around to me.

Around ten o'clock we heard a distant rumble of thunder and he said, "you better get along home before this storms breaks."

As we walked out to my car the first few drops of rain began falling. Before closing my door he said with a smile, "be careful. It looks like it's going to be a bad one. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my . . . ahh . . . my 'girlfriend' especially on the first day I've met her."

Just as I pulled out of the driveway there was a flash of lightening and a loud clap of thunder. The rain came down in buckets making it difficult to see even with the wipers going full blast. A five minute trip turned into a fifteen minute one.

Standing in the rain, Rick watched her car until the taillights disappeared before going inside. Stripping off his wet clothes he toweled off and checked to see if the bandage on his leg was dry. Thankfully, it was. Putting on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts he went back to the phone Mary Kathryn had used and hit the redial button. 

A woman answered and he said, "Hello, Mrs. Murphy. I'm Rick, Rick Mann. Mary Kathryn left just before this storm hit. Would you ask her to call me so I know she got home safely?"

She replied, "certainly. What's your number?"

Before he could reply she said, "wait a moment I think I hear her coming in right now." 

Chapter Two

Walking into the kitchen from the garage I saw mom on the phone. When she saw me she said, "it's that young man, Rick. He's worried about you driving in this storm. Here take the phone and talk to him."

After assuring him that I was ok we spent the next half hour talking to each other. Ok, I admit it. I did most of the talking while he listened. Finally, I thought to ask him how he got to campus every day. He told me he took a taxicab or a neighbor would drop him at a bus stop on his way to work. 

"Well, 'boyfriend' of mine, what time should I pick you up tomorrow morning? Can't have you taking cabs or depending on neighbors."

So at seven-thirty Thursday morning I arrived at his home, parked and got out. 

After helping him get in the front seat I explained to him I would drop him at Van Fleet Hall, the ROTC Headquarters, and then drive to the commuter lot and take the bus back to campus. 

"That won't be necessary," he said, handing me a campus parking permit. "Put this in the lower left hand corner of the windshield. It allows you to park in the faculty lot next to Van Fleet. It's just one of the perks for being an instructor in the ROTC program."

When I drove into the faculty lot by Van Fleet Hall, Rick directed me to a parking spot. The sign read, 'Reserved - Captain Frederick Mann, USMC'. The Health and Human Performance building, where I worked, was a short half block walk away.

"I am finished at three-thirty today. What time do you want to leave this afternoon?" I asked, while helping him from the front seat.

"Three-thirty works just fine for me," he replied, giving me a quick kiss before heading inside. 

Wow! I didn't see that coming.

Friday afternoon while driving Rick home I told him that my mom would love for him to come over for Sunday dinner after church. 

"Is this going to be the 'Inquisition'?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"You have nothing to worry about," I replied. "Mom stopped using the thumb screws last year."

"Ok. I'll be there on two conditions. First, will you go to the football game with me tomorrow? I have tickets. And then dinner afterwards? Second, will you allow me to accompany you to church Sunday morning?"

"Oh. Tough decisions to make. I have to think about it for awhile. Ok. Thought about it long enough. Yes and yes!"

Driving to the football game the next day I remarked that parking would be a hassle. 

"I'll try to get as close to the stadium as I can to drop you off so you won't have too far to walk," I told Rick.

"Not to worry," he replied.

As we approached the road in front of the stadium he told me to turn into it. Of course, the road was blocked with barriers with a police officer standing there.

When he walked over to the car to tell us, in all likelihood, that we could not enter Rick handed me an envelope and told me to to give it to him. The officer took the envelope from me and read the note inside it. Handing it back, he gestured to two other men to move the barricade. 

"Drive ahead and turn at the first entrance on the right. Another officer will direct you to your parking space," he instructed.

As we pulled forward the police officer said something into his radio. "He's here . . . blue Lincoln Navigator . . . pretty red-hair girl driving. I'll notify them upstairs of his arrival."

As I pulled into the parking lot another police officer directed me to an empty space right in front of the stadium entrance. As I helped Rick from the car, a golf cart pulled up with a young woman driving. 

"Hi. I'm Susan Thompson and I'll be assisting you to your seats."

We climbed in and off we went across the street to the stadium. She brought the golf cart to a stop in front of an elevator. We got in and she produced a key that allowed her to select a button labeled 'BHG Box'. 

The entire series of events had left me speechless. "Rick, you are so full of surprises. I thought you told me you had bought two tickets to the game."

He replied, "I think I what I said was 'I had' two tickets. They were given to me by a close friend of my dad. The stadium is named after him."

"The Swamp?" I asked, not quite comprehending what was going on. 

"No silly, Ben Hill Griffin. He and my dad grew up together. When mom and dad were killed he told me he would be there for me if I ever needed him." 

All I could say was, "WOW!!!"

The game was great. Our team, the Gators, won by a score of 41 to 6. Afterward, we went to dinner at a really nice restaurant to celebrate the victory.

The following morning we attended the ten o'clock service at church and then went to my home for the promised Sunday afternoon lunch and 'interrogation'. 

Actually, it wasn't as traumatic as Rick had expected. In addition to mom and dad, my older brother, Shawn and his wife, Barbara, were present as well. 

After lunch, the three guys adjourned into dad's study for a drink and to watch some Sunday afternoon football on TV. Mom, Barbara and I went into the kitchen to clean up. 

As soon as the guys were out of the dining room they started in on me. 

"My God, he's adorable. Where ever did you find him," Barbara asked? "Come on, we want all the juicy details."

I proceeded to tell them 'all the juicy details' as Barbara had so boldly asked for. 

Mom just listened for a while and then asked, "what happened to his leg?" 

"I really don't know," I answered. "Every time I bring it up, he just says it happened in Afghanistan and changes the subject. I do know he goes over to the VA hospital on Monday, Wednesday and Friday to have the dressing changed. I'm not going to pry. If he wants to tell me, he will. If he doesn't want to tell me it's not going to affect how I feel toward him."

"And how do you feel about him," mom asked?

"I like him, I like him a lot. And I think that 'like' might be fast turning into love."

On the ride back to Rick's house that afternoon he told me how much he liked and respected my dad. 

"For a guy that has made himself such a success he's really down to earth about it. Your brother Shawn is the same. I think he and I could become real good friends."

Hearing that thrilled me no end. He liked my family. 

Later Sunday evening, after I returned home, daddy said to me. "Mary Kathryn come into the living room and sit down with your mom and me." Then he went on to tell me how much he was impressed with Rick, all the while mom was nodding her head in agreement. 

"He's a fine young man. Your brother and I really, really like him. I hope we see a lot more of him."

"I hope so, too, daddy. I hope so, too."

Chapter Three

Monday morning, on the drive to campus, I told Rick how much I enjoyed the entire weekend. When we arrived on campus he asked me if I would pick him up around four that afternoon from the VA hospital. He told me that one of the other officers at the ROTC unit would be giving him a ride over for his 9 AM appointment. 

"Sure see you then. Is everything all right with your leg," I asked?

"I'm not sure. They want to do some tests this morning. I tell you more when I see you this afternoon. Please don't worry about me," he said, giving me another quick kiss good-bye.

Naturally, when he said that all kinds of alarm bells started going off in my head. I spent the rest of the day worrying. Around three o'clock my cell phone rang. Caller ID identified Rick as the caller.

"Are you alright? Is everything ok?" I asked him.

I heard him sigh deeply and then he told me, "please come to the VA right now and use the valet parking. I'll meet you in the lobby."

I quickly closed the office and drove to the hospital all the while imagining the worst. Turning the car over to the valet, I ran into the lobby and saw Rick sitting in a wheelchair. He saw me, smiled and beckon me over.

When he saw the frantic look on my face and the tears streaming down my cheeks he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. 

"Don't cry. It's not that bad. The doctor wants to go over the results of the tests they did today and I wanted you with me to hear what he has to say, just in case."

With that an orderly came over and told us the doctor was ready to see him. I got up from Rick's lap and the orderly wheeled him away, with me following.

When we were shown into the doctor's office he got up and came around the desk, smiled and said to Rick. "I have some good news and some not so good news. What would you like to hear first?"

"Let's start with the not so good news first," Rick replied.

"Ok," he answered. "You need more surgery. I scheduled it for the day after tomorrow."

"Now for the good news. It will be the last surgery you'll need and it can be done on an out-patient basis. Once you recover and go through physical therapy you should regain near one hundred percent use of your leg."

After hearing that news both of us heaved a big sigh of relief. The doctor went on to say that Rick needed to be at the hospital at 5 AM Wednesday morning. No solid food after five o'clock Tuesday evening and then only clear fluids until 10 PM.

He told us that the procedure should be completed before noon and Rick could expect to go home around two in the afternoon. 

"You'll need someone to stay with you for the first twenty-four hours after the surgery just for precautionary reasons," he explained. "Here's a list of home health care providers. Select one and make arrangements."

I took the list and said to Rick, "I'll handle this for you."

At four-fifteen Wednesday morning I picked Rick up for the ride to the hospital.

We arrived and I dropped him off at the entrance to the surgical unit. After parking my car I walked back and found him still waiting in the reception area. 

"What are you doing back here," he asked?

"You think I was going to leave you here all alone? Rick, I know we have teased each other about this 'boyfriend, girlfriend' thing. But I think it's time for the teasing to stop. You are more than just my 'boyfriend'. I'm staying with you until they kick me out and then I'll be waiting until the surgery is finished. 

Just then a nurse appeared with a wheelchair for him. As she pushed him to the prep room I followed behind with his crutches. The anesthetist allowed me to stay for a few moments as he inserted the I.V. 

Giving Rick a quick kiss and hug I said, "I'll see you in Recovery before you know it, honey." Then I left to wait until his surgery was completed. 

A little after ten o'clock the surgeon came out to the waiting room. I stood as he approached, he smiled at me and said, "everything went just fine. No complications whatsoever. Captain Mann is being moved into a Recovery room and you can go back to wait with him as regains consciousness."

Gathering my things I followed him back to Recovery. I sat in a chair right next to Rick's bed, holding his hand, as he gradually came out from under the anesthesia. 

It was well after one in the afternoon before we were finally able to leave the hospital with instructions to return on Friday at 2 PM to see the doctor once more. 

I ran ahead and retrieved my car and two nurses helped me get Rick into the back seat so he could stretch his leg out. We put a wheel chair into the back of the SUV and off we went. 

I knew I would need help in getting him out of the back seat when we arrived at his home, so I called my brother Shawn. He said he would meet us there and not to worry. When I drove up to Rick's house Shawn was there as well as my dad.




Bus Stop Romance



"I told you my family really liked you," I said. "Daddy said he wanted to see a whole lot more of you."

"Yep," dad interjected. "Might as well start right now," he chuckled. 

"OK, Shawn let's get him into the house. Mary Kathryn roll that wheelchair over and Shawn and I will lift him into it."

Once we were safely inside dad asked if there was anything else Rick or I needed. After assuring both him and Shawn that there wasn't, dad and Shawn both shook Rick's hand and wished him a speedy recovery.

After they left Rick said, "I thought there was supposed to be someone here to stay with me."

"There is . . . me. I'm staying here with you. Dad and Shawn will come over Friday to help me get you into the car for the trip back to see your doctor.

Friday's meeting with the doctor went well. He told Rick that his leg looked just fine. No sign of infection and he could resume using his crutches. He would be able to start limited physical therapy on Monday and full PT after the stitches were removed in ten days.

Rick asked him how long did he expect the PT to last. The doctor answered, "perhaps as long as six months."

Chapter Four

It was amazing how much progress Rick has made since his surgery. He went from from walking with crutches to walking with a cane in less than six weeks. During this time our relationship continued to grow and become stronger. We resumed our normal morning ride to campus and home again in the afternoon as well as going to church and Sunday dinners with my parents.

When I arrived home the Monday before Thanksgiving, after dropping Rick off at his physical therapy appointment, mom met me at the door. 

"Patrick is on his way home," she told me, bubbling over with happiness. "He'll be home Thanksgiving Day. We are going to have a huge party to celebrate."

"Wow! That's great news, mom. Who is coming? If it's just family can I still invite Rick," I asked?

"Everybody coming, family, friends and, of course, you can invite Rick," she exclaimed.

Later when I picked Rick up from PT I told him that Patrick was coming home and about the welcome home party we were going to have Thursday. I had already explained to Rick, sometime ago, about the actual family relationship we shared with Patrick, so he understood my excitement. 

"Great! Do you want me to wear my uniform or just a shirt and tie," he asked?

"No need for your uniform. A shirt and tie will be more than appropriate," I replied.

By the time Rick and I arrived back at my house on Thursday there was a huge crowd already there. I saw mom and asked her where was Patrick? She told me he had stopped to pick up Nancy, his girlfriend, and would arrive shortly.

I dragged Rick around, introducing him to everyone as my 'special boyfriend'. That raised a few eyebrows, especially among my closest friends. Rick took it all in stride and was having a good time with it. 

Then I saw Patrick, in his dress uniform, come in with Nancy by his side. The first thing he did was hug mom and dad. As he walked around he was greeted by all of my relatives and many of his friends.

I saw him searching the room with his eyes, as soon as he saw me he broke free of his many well wishers and strode toward where I was standing with Rick. He hugged me and twirled me around. 

I started to introduce Rick when all of a sudden I saw Patrick snap to attention and salute. I thought to myself, how did Patrick know that Rick was a Marine Captain?

Then I heard Patrick say, "you probably don't remember me, do you sir?"

He went on in a loud voice, "everybody listen up. This man saved my life." 

"I had been in Afghanistan for less than a month. My squad was riding in a convoy when we were attacked. My truck was hit hard, exploded and overturned. I thought I was going to die when suddenly someone grabbed the back of my flak jacket and pulled me from the wreckage to safety. I watched this officer go back and pull seven more of my squad to safety."

"I saw him get hit, over and over again, but he didn't stop until all of us were safe. My God, he was horribly wounded. He wouldn't stop until he collapsed. He just wouldn't stop . . . ."

"Mom, dad I didn't tell you about any of this because I knew you were worried enough with my being there." 

With that, Patrick walked over to Rick, grabbed him in a bear hug, and said, "I owe you my life, Captain. I owe you . . . ." Then he stepped back and saluted Rick once more before turning to me.

"MK, he's the best, don't ever let go of him."

For a moment all of our relatives and friends were completely silent. Then someone started to clap his hands and then entire crowd joined in clapping and cheering. Mom, dad and Shawn rushed over and threw their arms around Rick thanking him.

I was in the middle and felt myself being crushed by the intensity of their emotions. I refused to let go of him and for the rest of the afternoon and evening evening I grasped his arm tightly.

The day after Thanksgiving, mom, Barbara, Nancy and I went out shopping to take advantage of the 'Black Friday' sales. We arranged to meet with the guys for dinner at 'Ballyhoos', an upscale seafood restaurant, later that evening. 

Dad, Patrick and Shawn would ride over together and Rick said one of his fellow ROTC officers would drop him off there on his way home from campus.

It wasn't until much later that Rick told me what happened that night before I arrived.

This is what he told me. Thomas Kincaid had dropped me off at 'Ballyhoos' a little before six. Shawn had text messaged me earlier that the guys would be there about six-fifteen. So I went into the bar to wait. Finding a table, toward the back facing the entrance, I grabbed it so I could watch for their arrival. 

I hadn't been sitting there for more than five minutes when I saw that guy from the bus, Brian, something-or-another, walk in with three other individuals. I hoped Brian wouldn't notice me but then he spotted me, my uniform. He turned and said something to his three companions. 

Walking over, to me, he started giving me a ration of shit. Saying that he didn't take too kindly to me poking him in the chest with my crutch that afternoon and he was going to get a whole lot of payback.

Then he sneered at me saying, "you're not such a tough guy since 'Murphy' isn't with you, are you? I'm going to beat your ass either outside or right here. What's it going to be?"

As I started to get up from my seat Patrick, Shawn and your dad walked over to where this confrontation was happening.

Shawn spoke first, asking. "Hey, you three, are you with shit-for-brains here? 'Cause if you are, you're ain't like what gonna to happen to you if you start something." 

Now when somebody who is six foot six and two hundred and sixty pounds of pure muscle, you are going to be inclined to listen to what he has to say. They immediately stepped back indicating they weren't willing to get involved. 

Then Patrick, who is an inch shorter than Shawn and fifteen pounds lighter, grabbed Brian by the front of his shirt and lifted him up on his tip-toes. 

Going nose-to-nose with him, he growled, "listen real close you sorry ass piece of garbage. Remember what I told you a few years ago. Well it, also, applies to my sister's boyfriend. If Captain Mann hadn't been so badly injured saving my life I'd let him have at you." 

"Hell!! Maybe I ought to let him have at you right now, anyway. Even with a busted up leg he'll probably beat you half-to-death before you can get the first lick in." 

"Naw! On second thought he doesn't need to dirty his hands on a piece of crap like you."

"Run along now Brian, but you better hit the men's room first. It appears you have pissed and shit in your pants." 

"Oh. One other thing. It would be a good idea for you to relocate to the other coast for health reasons, your health. I understand that LA is a good place for wannabe tough guys. Now get the hell out of our sight." 

He turned Brian loose and watched him scurry away.

Then, turning to me, Patrick apologized, "I'm sorry if I interrupted your fun with him, Captain. He and I have had issues ever since he put his hands on MK a few years ago. Too bad he didn't start anything. I would have loved to clean his clock . . . again."

Rick then said to Patrick, "I appreciate what you did, but you need to let me fight my own battles. I feel kind of like a . . . "

My father stepped up, putting his arm around Rick's shoulders, and said to him. 

"Son, you don't have to prove anything to us. We all know what kind of man you are."

Just then we four girls came into the restaurant and spotted the guys and I asked, "what's going on?"

"Not a thing, sweetheart, not a thing," Rick responded, giving me a quick kiss. 

"Just some male bonding," dad chipped in, winking at Rick and my two brothers.

"Let's go eat," Barbara said. "I am famished."

Chapter Five 

On Christmas Eve the entire family gathered at mom and dad's home. Barbara and Nancy were helping mom and me get dinner ready when I noticed that Rick and my dad were missing. I asked Shawn if he saw where dad and Rick had gotten off to. He replied that he saw them go into dad's home office.

Five minutes later they reappeared. Dad had a big smile on his face and Rick looked relieved. Mom picked up on it right away. 

"Is there something going on we should know about?" She asked my father.

He grinned and winked at her, replying, "No . . . I don't think so."

After dinner and the dishes had been cleared and safely placed in the dish washer we adjourned to the living room. It was the custom in our home to open gifts on Christmas Eve. We sat around the Christmas Tree and began to open our presents. Rick gave me a beautiful diamond necklace with matching diamond earrings. They were absolutely stunning. 

When all the gifts had been distributed dad asked mom to accompany him for a moment. Shawn and his wife, as well as Patrick and Nancy went with them, leaving Rick and me alone sitting in front of the Christmas Tree. 

Rick got up from beside me saying, "I think there might be one more gift for you."

Walking over to the tree, he reached into the branches in the back of it and withdrew a small wrapped package. 

Handing it to me he said, "this is a special gift for you."

As I began to tear away at the wrapping paper he knelt in front of me and said. 

"Mary Kathryn, I have fallen deeply, deeply in love with you. I want you to be in my life forever."

Opening the package I found a diamond engagement ring.

"This ring was made by my great-grandfather for his bride-to-be. She passed it down to her son, my grandfather, for his bride. Then my grandmother gave it to my father for his bride, my mother. Now I am giving it to you with the hope you will marry me." 

I began crying so hard that I couldn't speak. 

Finally, I managed squeak out, "YES!!!!" 

Throwing my arms around him all I could do was sob . . . yes . . . yes . . . yes. 

Putting the ring on my finger he said, "if you don't like it I can get you another one." 

Grabbing him tightly I said, "Oh my God, it's beautiful, just beautiful. I love it and I love you."

When he slipped it onto my finger it fit perfectly. "How did you know my ring size," I asked? 

"I didn't," he responded. "It must be a sign from heaven that we were meant to be man and wife." 

At that moment mom and dad reappeared with two bottles of champagne and tray of champagne flutes. My mom was crying just as hard as I was and my dad, Shawn and Patrick had huge grins on their faces. Barbara and Nancy were shouting to show them my ring.

"Congratulations!!!," they all screamed. "This calls for a major celebration."

Finally, after the wine was poured and the toasts were made I turned to my father. Feigning anger, I glared at him. "You knew, you knew what was going to happen tonight. Didn't you?"

He couldn't keep a straight face and, laughing, he told me.

"Rick asked for my permission just before dinner. I told him, he didn't need it. I simply said to him, you have her mother's and my blessing." 

"You don't know how hard it was to sit through dinner knowing what was coming. When I told your mother in the kitchen a few moments ago what was going to happen I had to kiss and hug her to keep her from rushing in and spoiling the moment."

We decided the marriage would take place in June and my mother and I began planning with a lot of help from Barbara and Nancy.

Rick had one more surprise for me before the wedding. 

In March, he told me he was resigning his commission in the Marines and resurrecting his father's old contracting business. While he was in school, before going into the Marines, he had been involved in a brand new concept, known as, Design/Build. His degrees in architecture and building construction were to be combined, allowing him to be both the architect and the contractor. 

His first client was going to be my dad who wanted him to build a brand new facility for his dealership.

Rick broke with tradition and had two 'Best Men', my brothers, Shawn and Patrick. Of course, Barbara was my 'Matron of Honor' and Nancy was my 'Maid of Honor'. 

As I walked down the aisle that day, clutching my father's arm, I saw Rick waiting for me at the alter and I thought back to that day at the bus stop. Not only did I find a 'boyfriend', I had found a wonderful loving husband.



Bus Stop Surprise



It is late in the afternoon. You have finished work for the evening and have gotten changed and are waiting at the bus stop because you are planning on catching the bus to see your boyfriend. You can't wait to see him and to feel his cock slide deep into your hungry pussy. You are dressed in a short black skirt and a t shirt and you know that once you get to his place you won't be wearing them for long. You have on your favorite panties and they are already a bit damp when you think about how good your boyfriend is at licking your hot cunt. You are imagining his hot body against yours. 

Time is dragging so slowly because you are so eager to get to your guy's place. The bus seems to be taking ages. 

Suddenly a car pulls up to where you are. You are all alone at the bus shelter and wonder what is going to happen. You are a bit frightened because you are in a fairly rough part of town. There is a breeze blowing and you realize you are cold as your nipples poke against your t shirt. You have no bra on. You realize you look like a slut who needs it bad. You feel so sexy.

A young guy steps out of the car and walks up to you. He looks you up and down and looks you right in the eyes. He's a bit thin, but there is something about him you think looks a bit attractive. He sits down on the bench right up close to you. Before you say anything he puts his hand on your bare leg just beneath your short skirt. Somehow you just can't seem to move away. You get goose bumps and you know he can feel them. You feel and almost hear your heart beating fast. At first he was softly stroking your leg but now he is holding your leg firmly. He has a good grip on you. You feel almost under his control and helpless. This excites you and frightens you at the same time. "Stand up", he says to you. But you still have some semblance of strength and you tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. All you want is your boyfriend to be here to help you.

You shouldn't have told him to fuck off though. He grabs you by your wrist and pulls you over to his car. You don't even think to scream. He holds you by the waist and pushes you against the side of his car and leans himself into you. You can't help but to surrender to his body. You can feel a bulge from the front of his pants pressing into you between your legs. It surprises you that instead of being disgusted you can feel your slit getting wet.

He reaches in and you feel his surprisingly soft lips and tongue move all over, up and down your neck, kissing you soft and hard and sucking on it. You then realize you are melting in his arms. It feels good to have your hard nipples rubbing against him. He moves away from you a bit and opens the front passenger door and tells you to get in. You are so excited you can feel yourself dripping. You don't even want to stop yourself as you climb into the front passenger seat of the car and he steps in the other side. You realize he even smells kind of hot.

"Where are we going?" you ask in your usual sexy voice, but he harshly tells you to shut up and to take off your panties. You are frightened for your life so you do so slowly. You can feel your juices clinging to them as you pull them down. He then tells you to hand them to him and you do. You are embarassed that they are so wet. He shockingly licks the wetness from them and throws them out the window. You can't help but imagine his tongue directly on your pussy and you almost moan at the thought of it. In fact you realize you are no longer thinking of your boyfriend at all.

"You won't need those anymore", he says to you when you look down and realize your pussy is bare in a car with a stranger and all you can think of is that you hope you get some release from anyone at all! He goes to the glove box in front of you and pulls out a rubber coated vibrator and hands it to you without saying anything. It's fairly big and feels just like a cock. He just looks into your eyes and you instinctively turn it on and rub it against your pussy without any instruction from him to do so. You already feel like such a slut. More sluttish and hot than you already look. He tells you to lift your skirt up and you do. You see him glancing down every now and then at your wet shaved cunt and the vibrator sliding in and out of it really deep and slow. You can't help but moan. You are masturbating in a stranger's car while he is driving somewhere and you don't even attempt to escape. You want to show him what a slut you really can be. You know this excitement is something your boyfriend can't give you.


You almost cum just as the car stops with the vibrator on full, buried inside your hot, smooth, hole. You have no idea where you are. He gets out of the car and walks around to your door. He pulls you out of the car and holds you up against it. Gravity makes the vibrator slide out of your cunt and as it moves out it sends a shiver all through you. With the both of you out on the curb outside his house he slowly starts fingering you before taking you inside the house.

As soon as you both get inside he locks the door behind you. You look around and notice the house looks clean and kind of nice, expensive. He goes to a shelf nearby and brings some hand cuffs over to you and cuffs your hands together. You just stand there feeling your cunt drip like it has never dripped before. You feel so turned on and vulnerable - so desperate. He also has a blindfold that he puts on you. Now you can't see anything, only blackness. He also gags your mouth with a scarf. You feel so helpless you don't know what to do. You only hope he fucks you so good. You don't care about anything anymore except to be satisfied and excited.

Then you hear him walk off and come back to you. You then feel him grab at your clothes. You hear a strange sound of metal clicking together. You soon realize he is cutting up the clothes from your body, slowly till you are naked. You can feel your body getting hot all over and where it is exposed you can feel the air of the room hit you. Tears fall from your face you are so scared but so very horny at the same time. You feel his tongue lick all over your body except for your nipples and your pussy. You really need to touch yourself in those spots but you know you can't. He walks you over somewhere, pushes you down and you land on what seems to be a bed. He ties your arms and legs to the four corners of the bed. You are naked and blind in front of this stranger. But somehow you have forgotten all about your boyfriend. All you want now is this stranger's cock inside you.

The stranger takes the gag out of your mouth. Before you can say anything though you feel the guys cock slide in your mouth past your hungry lips. It feels so big and warm and you hungrily start sucking on it. You love feeling a strangers cock in your mouth. You want him to cum in your mouth and all over you. You know how good you are at sucking cock and you make sure you do a good job on him. It has pleased you so much that he has given you this experience. His cock feels and tastes so different to your boyfriend's cock. This one is so fat and so yummy. It's just so different. It's the fact that it isn't your boyfriend's cock that turns you on so much. And the fact that you are tied up and blindfolded makes it extremely hot for you. You can hardly believe it's real. You have always wanted to be used by someone. You soon feel he is close and you realize how empty your cunt feels without it being rammed by a cock. You beg him to fuck you and to use you like his own fuck toy. You are desperate to be his whore. And that is exactly the dirty sluttish thing you say to him. As you hear those words come out of your mouth you feel more juice escape from between your legs.

Just as you say this he takes off your blindfold. As your eyes adjust you then look around and see there are three other guys in the room with him! Your eyes grow big when you see them standing around you naked with their big hard cocks pointed at you and the looks of lust on their faces.

They guys untie you and you are so turned on that you quickly hang your legs over the edge of the bed, with your pussy on the very edge, while one of the guys finally, slowly slides his thick hard cock into your waiting hole. You moan uncontrollably as it slides into you. It feels so good to have one so thick in your needy pussy. But just as you are getting used to this sensation and are bucking against him to match his rhythm and to savor the deepness that all cocks enter you when you position yourself like this, one of the guys shoves his long cock down your throat and you start sucking quickly. This almost sends you over the edge having two cocks. Your whole body shakes just at the thought of being unable to move by being used in this way. You are out of control. You are a total slave to these strange men and loving it. 

With your hands you grab the cocks of the other two guys and start jerking them off. You can't believe how amazing it feels to have four guys use you like this. It's almost like all around you are cocks and all you can sense are cocks and fucking and sucking and stroking. You want to be covered in their cum because you know how much of it there is bound to be, the cum of four different guys blending together and covering you so you can taste them all at once. You also hope they take turns in letting you fuck and suck and jerk each one. It feels amazing to have different cocks fucking you all over. You can feel the different strength of the guys as they use different amounts of force on you. You don't care about anything now except the feeling they are giving you. You cum so many times you soon feel so exhausted. 

You look down at your body and see you are totally covered in cum, all over your body, in your mouth, and up your wet pussy, in your hair - everywhere. You are now so well fucked that you can't hardly say thank you as the three guys leave you with the guy who took you from the bus stop and you sigh when you hear their cars drive off. 

You still want more and you just know this guy can give you what you want all the time. He tells you that you are to be his sex slave. You can only moan when you hear those words come from his mouth. You love the excitement and you realize that without even trying you have lived out your ultimate fantasy. You want to be pleasured all the time and need the feeling of his cock in your pussy and your mouth, along with anyone else he has over to use you and please you at the same time. 

He then takes you into another room where there is a modern large screen TV and video player. He sits you down on the couch. You feel really used as you are still so dirty and covered in cum. But you watch as he hits play on the VCR and you then look in shock as you see yourself on the bed, surrounded by the guys. Looking at yourself you never realized quite how hot you look when you are wriggling about and moaning and being such a dirty whore. You wish you could show this video to your boyfriend and let him see you being used. Watching yourself like this gets you horny again. And you can't wait to find out what happens the rest of the night and after that.

And that is the end of the story so far.